Thursday, 29 December 2011

A Cat in Paris (Une Vie de Chat, 2010)


The rooftops of Paris never looked better than they do when Dino is elegantly walking on them during the night. This cat is living with a seven year old girl named Zoé; he loves her, he sleeps in her embrace, and gives her the lizards he catches as presents. Zoé has become mute after the killing of her father by the gangster Victor Costa, whom her mother, a police inspector named Jeanne, is busy hunting down. At the same time, when Dino goes out of the apartment he joins a very capable and kind-hearted burglar named Nico in his spectacular nightly endeavours over the rooftops. And it is up there that these two separate worlds will meet: one night Zoé will follow Dino, and the cat, the burglar, and her mother, will join forces to save her from the gangster. Such are the narrative premises of A Cat in Paris, an unusually beautiful animated film by Jean-Loup Felicioli and Alain Gagnol.


A Cat in Paris is a testament to the brilliance of hand-drawn animation. Character design is highly original, and the settings display a similar expressionist aesthetic. As Alain Gagnol told Ramin Zahed of Animation Magazine, computers were used only for colouring purposes, and even the lights on the characters are hand-drawn. The film includes more than a few imaginative gems: Nico’s slick moves on rooftops and window ledges; the visualisation of perfume as detected by Dino; an octopus-like version of Victor Costa in Jeanne’s hallucination; and a whole sequence in the dark, during which characters appear just as their plain white outline against a black background, and are intelligently contrasted to their full coloured selves when suddenly someone strikes a match. 

The narrative content puts forward well-developed characters, both male and female, in a clear and effectively paced plot. It is exceptionally good when it comes to the issue of dealing with grief and loss, which is treated with care and insight; Zoés silent gestures are emotionally expressive, and the moments she starts to speak are particularly moving. There are, however, some minor weaknesses in the screenplay; for example, the recurrent joke about a noisy dog getting hit is not in the best taste, and Dino’s expression of satisfaction as Victor Costa falls to his death is not compatible with the character.  

One of the most interesting aspects of the film is that the unconventional alliance between Nico and Jeanne blurs the line separating the two sides of the law; as a key dialogue between them has it, the police save the thief as the thief saves the child. All three will celebrate Christmas together, thus constituting an alternative type of family, which is introduced in the final scene through Dinos entrance in the apartment. This is hardly surprising of course: no unity can ever be complete without a member as adorable as a cat! 



Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Fire and Ice: Within Temptation did it again!

Last week, the famous Dutch band Within Temptation released the song ''Fire And Ice'' as their 4th single off their pioneering and successful album ''The Unforgiving''. I consider this song to be one of their best moments on the album as well as one of Sharon Den Adel's top performances, once more revealing her great vocal range and unbelievable strength.

The video contains footage of the band's live performances, and also puts forward an ambiguous and powerful story about a regretful angel. In other words, it is a visual masterpiece with all its parts perfectly connected. Thumbs up for Sharon the Great and her fellow bandmates!!!


Every word you're saying is a lie
Run away my dear
But every sign will say your heart is dead

Bury all the memories
Cover them with dirt
Where's the love we once had
Our destiny's unsure
Why can't you see what we had
Let the fire burn the ice
Where's the love we once had
Is it all a lie

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I'm breathing but why
In silence I hold on
To you and I

Closer to insanity
Buries me alive
Where's the life we once had
It cannot be denied
Why can't you see what we had
Let the fire burn the ice
Where's the love we once had
Is it all a lie

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I'm breathing but why
In silence I hold on
To you and I

You run away
You hide away
To the other side of the universe
Where you're safe from all that hunts you down

But the world has gone
Where you belong
And it feels to late so you're moving on
Can you find your way back home

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I'm breathing but why
In silence I hold on
To you and I

Every word you're saying is a lie

Sunday, 25 December 2011

Merry Christmas everyone!!!


Well, this may not be a manger, neither are there three wise men actually, there are more than three and not only men. But there is an infant, a two-week-old baby girl called Azra, who was rescued from a collapsed building in the earthquake-stricken town of Ercis in Turkey. It is one of the most touching photographs I have ever seen, and I think it is only appropriate on a day like this to focus on the brightest side of the human experience. So, Merry Christmas everyone!


p.s.
The baby is in good health, and was also given a present by a rather unexpected Santa many thanks to Seda for following up the story and letting me know : )

Saturday, 24 December 2011

Walking in the air, and across genres

It is one of the most popular Christmas narratives: the friendship between a boy and a snowman, who fly together all the way to the North Pole and meet Father Christmas. The Snowman is an illustrated book by Raymond Briggs, published in 1978 and made into an animated film by Dianne Jackson in 1982. The latter includes Walking In The Air, a celebrated song written by Howard Blake, and sung by St Pauls Cathedral choirboy Peter Auty:


Twenty years later, Nightwish included a cover of this song in their second album Oceanborn; it featured an impressive new arrangement, and the majestic vocals of Tarja Turunen, the Finnish soprano who was their singer at the time. But why would a symphonic metal band turn to what may easily be seen as a childrens song? According to Tuomas Holopainen, Nightwishs keyboardist and main composer, it is the most beautiful piece of music ever written. So much for the stereotypes usually associated with metal – enjoy:
   

Were walking in the air
We
re floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly

I
m holding very tight
I
m riding in the midnight blue
I
m finding I can fly so high above with you

Far across the world
The villages go by like trees
The rivers and the hills
The forest and the streams

Children gaze open mouth
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes their eyes

We
re surfing in the air
We
re swimming in the frozen sky
We
re drifting over icy
Mountains floating by

Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Arousing of a mighty monster from its sleep

We
re walking in the air
We
re floating in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Saturday, 17 December 2011

Across time and space: The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975


Patission St., Athens, 01.12.2011

I walk by this mural on my way to work. It is located in the heart of the city; Victoria, a major train station, is a block away, and the Athens University of Economics is just around the corner. Patission street gets very busy in this area, and thousands of people walk through it on a daily basis. The building the mural is painted on is not in use and a small informal flea market takes place in front of it, where migrants from Africa and South Asia are trying to make a living. I sometimes stop and look at the people walking by. Most of them seem to be in a terrible hurry; I wonder if they recognize the reference.


Tommie Smith and John Carlos, gold and bronze medalists in the 200m, raised their fists and bowed their heads on the podium at the 1968 Olympics; Australian silver medalist Peter Norman was supportive of them. It is one of the most significant images of protest of all time; but it is nonetheless impressive to witness the strength of its influence 43 years later in an entirely different context. One can easily argue that the mural is more of a re-articulation, rather than just homage; the red and black color code, for instance, has been associated with anarchist movements. Still, this political tradition, as well as other left-wing trends, has a wide variety of symbols and images of struggle to choose from. Why choose this one?


Let’s have a look at another form of representation: The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975, a documentary film directed by Göran Hugo Olsson. It premiered at the Sundance Film Festival, where it won the World Documentary Editing Award, and it has been theatrically released, as well as screened at a large number of festivals throughout the world. The film’s articulation of the development of the Black Power Movement is two-fold; on the one hand, it presents original and fruitful archive material from the vaults of Swedish Television, which includes appearances by, and interviews with, key figures of the movement. This footage is effectively organised in a manner which serves the narrative both in terms of a chronological and a thematic order. On the other hand, the film also features audio commentary from contemporary African American artists, activists, and scholars.

These two angles, the archival and the contemporary, occasionally overlap, and meaning is produced through the interaction between a number of layers; the rhetoric  of the Black Power activists in the original footage; the aesthetic and thematic choices made by the Swedish journalists who produced the material; the reflections on the movement from the present; the use of the music by Ahmir Questlove Thompson and Om’Mas Keith as a narrative device; and editing, as the principal directorial means of connecting and signifying all of the above.


But why make this film today on the basis of forty-year-old material from Sweden? I think Erikah Badu puts it very eloquently in the film when she argues that “we have to document our history” so as to tell the story right. Moreover, as Göran Hugo Olsson told Sue Lawson of Indie Film Nation, Black Power was a blueprint to many other movements. Its message was that you cannot wait for someone else to give you your rights; you need to stand up for them, fight for them, and also help others who cannot stand up for their rights. And it seems to me that it is along these lines that one needs to address the question of representation, from a Swedish film to a mural in Athens.   

Saturday, 10 December 2011

Lovin' you, by Huff This!

Huff This! will perform today as part of the Occupy Wall Street benefit concert. This is how I found out about them and this amazing video, directed by Nick Atkins. There is a fine hand-made quality running through it, and its DIY ethic and stunning improvisation result in visually strong and original content.  Musician and dancer Alison Clancy told Christopher Weingarten of the Village Voice blog Yes In My Backyard (from where you can also download the track), that the video was made when she and Atkins decided to go to Coney Island with a handful of resources;[w]e got there just as a huge storm started rolling in and the crowds were making a mass exodus. I loved that all the trash on the beach gave a post-apocalyptic feel. And I love storms, so I was stoked to dance around in the rain and lightning.”


Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Two Scavengers In A Truck, Two Beautiful People In A Mercedes

                                              At the stoplight waiting for the light
                                              Nine A.M. downtown San Francisco
                                              A bright garbage truck
                                              With two garbage men in red plastic blazers
                                              Standing on the back stoop
                                              One on each side hanging on
                                              And looking down into
                                              An elegant open Mercedes
                                              With an elegant couple in it

                                              The man
                                              In a hip three-piece linen suit
                                              With shoulder-length blond hair & sunglasses
                                              The young blond woman so casually coifed
                                              With a short skirt and colored stocking
                                              On his way to his architect's office

                                              And the two scavengers up since Four A.M.
                                              Grungy from their route
                                              On the way home
                                              The older of the two with grey iron hair
                                              And hunched back
                                              Looking like some
                                              Gargoyle Quasimodo
                                              And the younger of the two
                                              Also with sunglasses and long hair
                                              About the same age as the Mercedes driver

                                              And both scavengers gazing down
                                              As from a great distance
                                              At the cool couple
                                              As if they were watching some odorless TV ad
                                             In which everything is possible

                                              And the very red light for an instant
                                              Holding all four close together
                                              As if anything at all were possible
                                              Between them
                                              Across that great gulf
                                              In the high seas
                                              Of this democracy

Two Scavengers In A Truck, Two Beautiful People in A Mercedes is one of the best known works of the prominent poet, publisher, and activist Lawrence Ferlinghetti. It has always been a favourite of mine, and I find myself thinking about it in a new light ever since I came across this lovely lady, elegantly standing on top of a daft and unpleasant bull.









Saturday, 3 December 2011