Modestly adventurous, while also endeavouring to look both ways when crossing the road.
31 August 2023
Twenty long hours, my eyes are sore
28 August 2023
27 August 2023
What's on at the Regal Cinema, Karori: 80 years ago today
Returning to theme of my 2020 post about the cinematic offerings of the Regal Cinema in the Wellington suburb of Karori, here's a glimpse at their offerings for 80 years ago today, Friday 27 August 1943, plus the following day too, because the cinema listing advertisement in the Evening Post covered both.
7.30pm: The Affairs of Martha
(MGM, dir. Jules Dassin, 1942, Marsha Hunt, Richard Carlson, 68 mins)
"The memorial of a personal maid who sees all - knows all - tells all" - in which a Long Island maid Martha is secretly writing a tell-all book about her employers, while at the same time pining for their adventurous son Jeff, who is shortly to return from an expedition studying the Eskimos. To complicate matters, Jeff got drunk before he departed on his expedition and married Martha, only to repent the next day (presumably with the marriage having been unconsummated due to drunken stupor). Despite giving Martha the money for an annulment, Martha refrains from carrying it out because she secretly loves Jeff. Despite unsurprising complications, cupid rules once Jeff sees the error of his ways and chases Martha down, declaring his undying love.
Director Jules Dassin was later blacklisted in Hollywood and mainly worked in Europe - chiefly France and Greece. He died in Athens in 2008. Marsha Hunt was also blacklisted, and spent more of her time as a humanitarian worker, raising awareness about world hunger and homelessness. She died in Los Angeles last year, aged 104. Richard Carlson worked in film and television, including appearing in the successful King Solomon's Mines (1950) and later specialised in horror and science fiction. He died in Los Angeles in 1977, aged 65.
Also showing: Flight Lieutenant
(Columbia, dir. Sidney Salkow, 1942, Pat O'Brien, Glenn Ford, 80 mins)
In which a WW1 pilot Doyle (O'Brien) with a drinking problem accidentally causes the death of his co-pilot, thereby earning the enmity of the dead pilot's brother (Warren Ashe), who later becomes Doyle's commanding officer. Coincidences abound, because not only do the men not recognise each other, but Doyle falls in love with his commanding officer's niece. In another unlikely coincidence, Doyle's son (Glenn Ford), whom he fostered out in his post-war doldrums, is now grown up and a pilot himself, and is about to test a frightfully dangerous prototype fighter. Luckily dear old dad steps in at the last minute to fly the beast, sacrificing his life for that of his son, and presumably disappointing the C.O.'s niece. The New York Times was definitely not impressed with Flight Lieutenant, reporting in its 31 July 1942 edition that 'Occasionally Pat O'Brien and Glenn Ford get off the ground for a spin in the clouds, but most of the time they are wallowing in a lot of mawkish sentimentality, which appears to be the chief ingredient in this dreary father-and-son tale'.
Film and later TV director Sidney Salkow was prolific, and later retired aged 59 to teach film courses. He died in Los Angeles in 2000, aged 89. 'Professional Irishman' Pat O'Brien (who was actually born in Milwaukee) had a long career including multiple films with James Cagney. He appeared in classics including Angels with Dirty Faces (1938), Knute Rockne, All American (1940), and Some Like It Hot (1959), and was a friend of Ronald Reagan, who issued a White House statement on his death in 1983, aged 83. Quebec-born actor Glenn Ford appeared in a range of well-known movies, including Gilda (1946), The Big Heat (1953), Blackboard Jungle (1955), 3:10 to Yuma (1957) and Superman (1978). He received a Golden Globe for his role in Pocketful of Miracles (1961). He died in Beverly Hills in 2006, aged 90.
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Tomorrow (Saturday) 2.15pm - Children's Matinee - "a wonderful children's programme"
Don't Lie (Our Gang comedy short, 11 mins - 'Buckwheat's accurate report of a wandering monkey is ignored because of his past fibs, with resulting confusion')
Dog Trouble (Colour Tom & Jerry cartoon, 8 mins - 'Tom and Jerry put their adversarial relationship on hold after their cat-and-mouse shenanigans awaken a sleeping bulldog')
Self Defense (Pete Smith Specialty short - 'Humorous demonstration for women in defending themselves')
Men in Fright (Our Gang comedy short from 1938, 11 mins - Hospital capers as the gang visit a pal in for a tonsillectomy and start mucking about with laughing gas, generally get into and out of scrapes)
Episode 1 of a new serial: Overland Mail (Universal, 1942, Lon Chaney Jr, Noah Beery Sr. & Jr.)
Plus: Laurel & Hardy in The Flying Deuces
(RKO, dir. A. Edward Sutherland, 1939, Stan Laurel, Oliver Hardy, Jean Parker, 69 mins)
One of Laurel and Hardy's most beloved buddy comedies, in which they joint the French Foreign Legion. Wronged in love whilst visiting Paris from their home in Des Moines, the duo join the Legion to forget a thwarted amour, only to be tasked with the most menial of labour - mountains and mountains of army laundry. The boys manage to set this alight, through incompetence rather than malevolence, and are charged with desertion and sentenced to death by firing squad. Through the auspices of a secret tunnel they escape and make off in a very-badly-flown plane, which they promptly crash. And I won't spoil the genuinely excellent joke that concludes the film!
24 August 2023
Moi j'ai plus d'un tour dans mon sac
22 August 2023
If Norway can operate a good long-distance railway network, so can New Zealand
There is ample proof that New Zealand's demography and topography do not preclude good passenger rail. It is not uncommon for New Zealanders to return from Europe or East Asia, enthusiastic for the railway technology they encountered there to be introduced here, only to be told that other countries make for unsuitable comparisons. This can be true, but one country is eminently suited to comparison: Norway. It has similar, and indeed more difficult, topography; its population is less than half a million greater than New Zealand's; and its land area, likewise, is only modestly larger (especially when counting only Norway proper, not Svalbard or other possessions). Its largest city, Oslo, has roughly half Auckland's population; second-place Bergen is smaller than Christchurch or Wellington; Stavanger and Trondheim are comparable in size to Hamilton or Tauranga; and no other city has more than 100,000 people.
Norway's railway network is remarkably similar in length to New Zealand's, and also had an investment backlog in the 1980s. Today, Norwegians enjoy regular trains between all the major cities. In early 2020 Oslo had seven departures daily to Stavanger, four to Bergen and four to Trondheim, from where two daily connections ran to Bodø. Many more suburban and regional services exist, and almost none depend on tourism. All this, despite the fact that Norway's only high-speed railway links Oslo with its airport; none of the main intercity trips take under 6.5 hours and Trondheim-Bodø is approximately 10 hours. Inadequate roads or air services cannot explain the superior railway timetable: Norwegian roads are better than New Zealand's and intercity flights are frequent. Like New Zealand, Norway generates much hydroelectric power; unlike New Zealand, however, Norway has electrified many of its railways and is transitioning all non-electrified lines to zero-emission operation with battery trains. If Norway can operate a good long-distance railway network despite great obstacles, so can New Zealand.
- Andre Brett, Can't Get There From Here: NZ Passenger Rail Since 1920, Dunedin, 2021, p.277-8.
See also:Blog: Norway's greatest resistance hero, 7 September 2013
Blog: The early settlement of Iceland, 16 May 2011
Blog: Norway, 6 August 2008
18 August 2023
A destroyer captain remembers Arctic convoy PQ 17
With regard to leaving the convoy, I simply said that I thought the Admiralty had made a complete balzup. They knew the Tirpitz, Hipper and heavy destroyers were at sea, had lost them by reconnaissance, assumed they were about to fall upon the convoy and had ordered 'Scatter'.
The effect of this signal had been universal. There was no doubt in anyone's mind, from Admiral Hamilton downward, but that Tirpitz was just below the horizon. I finished by saying that in future we would do what we, on the spot, considered correct and now we were off to Rosyth to boiler clean and give five days' leave.
This is a personal story of what happened to me, and I have said nothing as to what happened to the convoy after the disastrous signal to scatter. In brief 23 of the 34 merchantmen were sunk by U-boats and aircraft.
There has been much criticism of this operation, particularly from America. It is to be hoped therefore that my description of what it was like to be one of the six destroyers will at least help to clarify the facts.
It is an extraordinary thing that this catastrophic error of judgement was made personally by the First Sea Lord, the Head of the Navy, Admiral Sir Dudley Pound. My personal opinion is that, if someone like Admiral Cunningham had been at the Admiralty, he would have left the people on the spot to run the operation. If not, he would have waited until the Tirpitz was reported and if she was obviously heading for and near the convoy, he would have signalled something like, 'It is at your discretion to scatter should you be attacked by enemy surface ships.'
In the event an Allied submarine trap East of Bear Island was effective only in that two of the submarines reported the German squadron. The German Admiralty however, thought Tirpitz would be attacked by our aircraft carrier and ordered her to return to Norway. But, by this time, they knew the convoy had scattered, so whether Tirpitz would have attacked if the convoy had not scattered remains the big question of the tragic story of PQ 17. I also felt that as the merchant ships were going to almost certain destruction then we should have gone back and taken the same chance and we would have got some more merchant ships to Archangel, although we would probably merely have lost the destroyers as well once the oiler was sunk. Still we would have tried.
I can never forget how they cheered us as we moved out at full speed to the attack and it has haunted me ever since that we left them to be destroyed.
I had little faith ever after in the shore staff who directed operations at sea.
- Roger Hill, Destroyer Captain, London, 1975, p.50-51.
The above narrative is from the commander of HMS Ledbury, which was part of the ill-fated Arctic convoy PQ 17 in 1942, in which 24 merchant ships were sunk and 153 merchant mariners lost their lives. In the book's foreword, Lt Cdr Roger Hill writes that he had meant to write up his commands of HMS Ledbury, Grenville and Jervis after the war but lacked the spare time, but 'In 1965 my health cracked up, and deciding the children would have a happier life in New Zealand, we emigrated. I got a job as a "seagull" which is casual labour on the wharf, loading and discharging the rather few ships which call here at Nelson'. Later after this book was published he taught navigation at Nelson Technical College, farmed outside Nelson, and served on the Nelson Harbour Board. He died in Arrowtown in 2001.
17 August 2023
He's a solid gold cat but really a mellow hip fat
Early in 1945, [composer and producer] Leon Rene got wind of a song -- a fifteen-minute brag-a-thon known as 'The Honeydripper' -- which Joe Liggins and his band were performing nightly at the Samba Club on 5th Street. Evolving out of a dance called the Texas Hop, and based around Liggins' insistent boogie piano riff, 'The Honeydripper' was tearing the house down every night, epitomizing the 'squashed-down' combo style described by Johnny Otis. By the late summer, on Exclusive, it was blaring out of every black record store in America. Liggins stayed at No. 1 on the black chart for eighteen straight weeks.
15 August 2023
Film Festival 2023 roundup
Here's my overview of the films I saw, in rough order of preference, beginning with those I enjoyed most.
Perfect Days (dir. Wim Wenders, Japan, 2023)
The cinematic equivalent of a delightful warm bath, in Perfect Days German director Wim Wenders melds his long-established affinity for Japanese life with expert storytelling and unimpeachable casting to illustrate the simple yet touchingly honest tale of Mr Hirayama, a distinguished man in his sixties who spends his days cleaning Tokyo's myriad public toilets. While the film is a highly effective depiction of the dignity afforded by honest labour taken seriously by its practitioners, through the poetic resonances of Hirayama's orderly existence and his daily rituals the viewers are also entwined in the quiet, simple dramas of ordinary life - the delights of long-loved songs, the pleasure of admiring a noble tree each lunchtime, the friendly welcome of regular cafe owners and angelic-voiced bar hosts, the discovery of new-found literary morsels in second-hand bookshops, chance encounters with kind strangers, and unexpected visits from relatives long unseen. Throughout, lead actor Koji Yakusho (13 Assassins, Babel) is riveting and utterly endearing as the noble Hirayama, a quiet man with a passion for doing his job well, and a Japanese everyman's gentle sense of humour. Yakusho's final scene of the film is performed so tremendously skilfully and is so genuinely moving that it's hard to watch without immediately thinking of awards nominations. Perfect Days is a film that deserves a wide audience amongst those who appreciate honest story-telling, wonderful writing (by Wenders collaborator Takuma Takasaki) and acting of the highest possible calibre.
Another expertly-realised observation of modern Japanese society by one of its two greatest directors. Hirokazu Kore-eda displays his traditional virtuosity with child actors and augments it with an ambitious yet wholly successful plot structure involving interwoven storylines to illustrate an increasingly nuanced and ultimately deeply satisfying and humanistic examination of family life, the power of gossip and innuendo, the Japanese passion for ritualised apology, and how one boy's schoolyard friendship has ramifications for all around him. The director's hallmark typhoon motif returns, as seen most pivotally in 2016's After The Storm, as the catalyst for a deeply engaging and rewarding conclusion. As always, the cast is perfectly selected and performs admirably, and there is a skilful blend of wry humour amongst the drama. Just one glimpse of the delightful grimace of a gossip-mongering mum, relishing passing on her tale of scandalous misbehaviour, sold this charming film to me in an instant.
An expertly-realised, highly nuanced examination of a contested death, in which the French inquisitorial court system tries to establish the truth in the case of a husband who either fell in a suicide gambit, or was bludgeoned and pushed by his wife. The cross-examination of the wife Sandra, played with customary verve by the burgeoning star, Sandra Hüller (Toni Erdmann, In The Aisles), and the testimony of their 11-year-old, partially sighted son, played by the excellent Milo Machado-Graner, are fascinating multi-faceted, and the audience is never railroaded into obvious conclusions regarding Sandra's guilt or otherwise. With a bevy of subtly dramatic twists and a frigidly beautiful alpine setting in the French Alps near Grenoble, Justine Triet's film is a worthy Palme d'Or winner, and one that certainly merits awards for Hüller's central performance as the complex, challenging character that shares her first name. And there's already been a special Palm Dog Award award for supporting canine actor Messi, a handsome fellow who steals scenes from his human colleagues with consummate ease.
Past Lives (dir. Celine Song, USA, 2023)
A remarkable effort for a first feature, benefiting from soulful performances from its leads and successfully channeling the wistful but never self-pitying gentle mournfulness of Wong Kar-wai's best works. The film contains welcome dashes of gentle humour throughout, and a seamless evocation of the passage of a quarter-century in the blink of an eye. Celine Song's next works will be watched with great interest after this highly proficient debut.
Anselm (dir. Wim Wenders, Germany, 2023)
Wim Wenders returns with his first feature documentary in five years, and also returns to the 3D approach for the first time since The Beautiful Days of Aranjuez in 2016. His methodical survey of the career of post-war German conceptual artist Anselm Kiefer makes wonderful use of the medium, and Kiefer's art lends itself to this documentary form, as it is often essayed at a grand scale and his atelier have for decades been situated in disused factories and warehouses on a literal industrial scale. There is next to no biographical detail on offer, with a laser-like focus on his artistic process and the way Kiefer addresses German society and culture in the aftermath of the devastating war that ended just as he was born. Several skilful reenactments bridge the decades effectively, using Kiefer's own son and a Wenders grandchild (presumably) to depict the artist as a young man and child, respectively. Anselm is a sensitively-handled celebration of an artist's lengthy career - imagine the verve with which Wenders might have tackled a Friedrich Hundertwasser biopic - and his single-minded artistic vision. It also presumably evokes considerable envy amongst other artists viewing the documentary - all that space to work in; all those industrial quantities of art supplies!
Merkel (dir. Eva Weber, UK, 2022)
Eva Weber's inspiring documentary on German Chancellor Angela Merkel provides a valuable career summary and useful insights to the talents that vaulted her into the top job in Berlin and kept her there for 16 years at the forefront of national and international leadership, while allies and rivals alike all fell by the wayside. The melding of a clinical, rational-minded approach to politics inspired by her doctorate in physics, her embracing of the fundamental values of the liberal democracy of the unified Federal Republic of Germany after the strictures of her upbringing in communist East Germany, and her personal characteristics of sound judgement, integrity, humility and working hard to understand what makes people tick, all contributed to her lasting success. That, and being the single smartest person in any room. And as talking head Sir Tony Blair points out, her commendable conviction that ideology has no place in political decision-making. Perhaps the documentary makes a little too much of her polar opposite American leader Trump, given his fleeting tenure in the White House, and perhaps the documentary could have delved a little more into Merkel's personal political philosophy - why did she join the Christian Democratic Union, for example? But these omissions cannot detract from this finely constructed survey of a singular career of a remarkable stateswoman.
No Bears (dir. Jafar Panahi, Iran, 2022)
Another Panahi depiction of Iranian village life, dovetailed with parallel tales of a film about Iranian refugees seeking passage to Western Europe, and their director Panahi, orchestrating their filming from just over the border in Iran. The village setting evolves into an increasingly dramatic clash of cultural values as Panahi's presence as a mysterious big-city filmmaker with a camera acts as the spark for long-held enmities. The Turkish film set and Panahi's own considerable difficulties with the Iranian authorities are depicted with great poignancy, particularly in a scene where Panahi is taken to a windy hilltop in the depth of night to gaze down on the Turkish town where his actors and crew are; on asking where the border is and being told he is standing right upon it, he recoils instinctively. The most vital filmmaker in Iran, Panahi's naturalistic filmmaking captures the rituals of Islamic courtesy, gentle yet playful humour, and the hopes and dreams of village life, and infuses it with valuable social commentary.
Mars Express (dir. Jeremie Perin, France, 2023)
An excellent depiction of a cyber-crime thriller set in a Martian colony in the distant future, with the standout being the superbly realised art design for 23rd-century Martian society and the wide variety of robots that underpin human society. With plenty of film-noir twists, dramatic chases and fisticuffs, this French production successfully merges the spirit of Blade Runner with the art style of Moebius to create a satisfying sci-fi experience, with particular credit to the likeable lead duo of a female detective who's currently just about on the wagon and her robot sidekick, the cyber-backup of her deceased colleague who died and was reincarnated in machine form five years previously, and who often needs to reboot and install driver updates at crucial moments.
Fallen Leaves (dir. Aki Kaurismäki, Finland, 2023)
Another deadpan Finnish working-class romance from the acknowledged expert, Fallen Leaves offers the traditional Aki Kaurismäki pleasures - stone-faced inarticulate bruisers, wistful disappointed women, seedy bars full of morose patrons drinking to forget their failed relationships, and heartless employers ready to cast our heroes into poverty at the blink of an eye. The obstacles to romance between the doughty Ansa and alcoholic Holappa are intentionally contrived, with the main pleasures being derived from the dry wit expressed throughout, with Kaurismäki giving many supporting characters wonderfully bleak lines that cumulatively build a sense of inspired silliness, heavily battened-down by the abiding rationale of the filmmaker's worldview, in which modernism and optimism are false prophets, and the simple pleasures of awkward romance always win through. Special mention must also go to scene-stealer Alma, the stray dog who pops up near the end and moves in with the heroine, and who should be put in as many movies as possible, Finnish or not.
A rousing Canadian crowd-pleaser featuring a winningly unflattering central performance by Isaiah Lehtinen as a precocious 17-year-old film snob asshat with a distinct social skills deficit. The 2003 setting means a nostalgic mall-video-store setting for young Lawrence's stumbling journey from self-centred obnoxiousness - belittling his run-ragged mum and his only true friend - to a semblance of self-awareness and the germ of a well-rounded individual. Replete with wince-inducing examples of shameless teenage entitlement and plenty of genuine laughs at the sheer audacity of Lawrence's lack of gratitude or basic manners, I Like Movies is a counterpoint to the sociopathy identified in the opening scene of The Social Network; despite all his terrible traits, one can't help but invest in the protagonist's (sorely needed, long overdue) emotional development. Actor / choreographer Romina D'Ugo also contributes a fine supporting performance as video store manager and semi-willing mentor Alana.
Asteroid City (dir. Wes Anderson, USA, 2023)
Wes Anderson appears to have settled into a Coen-brothers Hail, Caesar! phase, in which he produces expertly-realised and beautifully-filmed cinematic confections, replete with bountiful casts of well-liked names, knowing in-jokes and wry fourth-wall piercings, all of which amount to enjoyable cinematic experiences but leave his devotees wishing for some slight tweaks to kick-start proceedings into the realm of classic comedy. But Anderson isn't in the business of crowd-pleasing, and perhaps that's for the best. Asteroid City's blend of Anderson archetypes - damaged protagonists, awkwardly earnest teenagers, and eccentric deadpan supporting characters - is tried and true, and its main stand-out feature is the sumptuous desert hues and pastel costume palette. Perhaps a slightly stronger comedy than his previous work, The French Dispatch, but still enough to hold out hope of another follow-up as strong as The Royal Tenenbaums or The Grand Budapest Hotel.
Squaring the Circle: The Story of Hipgnosis (dir. Anton Corbijn, UK, 2022)
In Aubrey "Po" Powell director / photographer Anton Corbijn has a winning subject - one-half of the hugely creative 1970s album cover design collective Hipgnosis, Powell is wry, unsentimental and frank about the excesses and successes of their 15-year run of classic album covers, and the genius and insufferable nature of his partner, Storm Thorgerson, who died in 2013. (I think it was Roger Waters who said of Thorgerson, "Storm was a man who wouldn't take 'yes' for an answer"). Their initial friendship with Pink Floyd, sealed in Cambridge before the band took off, was their entrance into the wildly creative album cover design scene that the duo popularised and became the standard-bearers of at the peak of the album era. Their connections were unrivalled, and plenty of their clients have turned out to be interviewed - three Floyds (separately, obviously), Paul McCartney, Peter Gabriel, Robert Plant and Jimmy Page. This connection doubtless also assisted Corbijn's licencing task, so his documentary features a ton of music by the bands in question. While it lasted, the marriage of almost unlimited creative control, sky-high budgets and a free-thinking approach to artistic expression resulted in some of the greatest album covers ever made.
The Longest Goodbye (dir. Ido Mizrahi, Israel/Canada, 2023)
An insightful survey of the efforts of Nasa and other European space programmes to understand and plan for the extreme isolation of long-duration space travel, which is particularly relevant to the upcoming lunar settlement and Mars exploration missions in the coming decades. While astronauts are selected for their exemplary skills and characters, exposing humans to prolonged isolation in a small team with little private space or time, and being separated from their families and friends and unable to communicate with them in real time, can have severe consequences for individual and team wellbeing. The documentary interviews psychologists and human factors experts working on the problem, and is particularly effective when it engages with real spacers and their kin. Intensely composed Artemis astronaut Kayla Barron (total space time: 176 days) and her husband are excited about the possibilities of Kayla's lunar journey but acknowledge that as she is in her mid-30s, she will likely want to have children. And experienced Shuttle and ISS crew Dr Catherine "Cady" Coleman (total space time: 180 days), who has the safety of no longer being on the flight-line, can be frank about the pain of being separated from her husband and then-seven-year-old son, who are also interviewed. The film shows that space agencies haven't resolved the psychological challenges of a three-year Martian mission, and to an outsider it seems foolhardy to attempt it in something as small as an Orion capsule. The documentary, understandably perhaps, also refrains from mentioning one obvious psychological component for space crew - what to do about sex?
My Name is Alfred Hitchcock (dir. Mark Cousins, UK, 2022)
While the decision to use a vocal impression of Hitch by Alistair McGowan is at times a distracting affectation, it mostly succeeds in keeping the audience of this solid documentary engaged and just a tad off-kilter as director Mark Cousins offers five mini-essays on the themes he identifies in the great director's work. Aficionados will find well-trodden territory in the many excerpts shown, but Cousins offers valuable insights and the documentary forms an ideal companion to a newly-discovered love of Hitch's work, or a refresher for someone returning to the films after several years. Only the curious omission of a Freudian lens over Hitch's increasingly unsettling depictions of sexual longing and perverse desire seems noteworthy.
Afire (dir. Christian Petzold, Germany, 2022)
A portrait of a self-lacerating writer with a penchant for alienating all around him might be a hard watch in some people's books, but Christian Petzold (Barbara, Jerichow, Phoenix) has a deft touch for the asymmetries of group dynamics shot through with rivalry and lust both requited and otherwise, and the tricks a director can play with a easily-provoked character. While the frequently diverting Roter Himmel / Red Sky / Afire meanders at times, and protagonist Leon is often too much of a self-pitying man-baby to spend time with, it's strongest when playing on the tensions that arise when the writer encounters an unexpectedly full Baltic coast holiday home when he had been expecting space to work through his literary self-doubt, and perhaps the opportunity to spend quality time with his handsome pal Felix, or mysterious additional house guest Nadja. And naturally, the looming threat of summer forest fires provides the catalyst for much ado.
Bad Behaviour (dir. Alice Englert, NZ, 2023)
A pleasing, mercurial first directorial outing from Alice Englert (daughter of Jane Campion), featuring an enjoyable dual lead performance from Jennifer Connelly and Englert as a semi-estranged mother and daughter who start the film at different ends of the earth - mum Connelly entering a new-age wellness camp in Oregon, and daughter Englert on location as a stunt performer in the South Island of New Zealand, on a production that may or may not be The Rings of Power. The film takes some enjoyable potshots at wellness gurus (with Ben Whishaw's often incoherent spiritual adviser being a highlight) and the self-absorption of youth, but at its core is the stunted mother-daughter relationship and a fundamental inability to communicate. Occasionally uneven in tone, the film's mix of pathos and humour doesn't always land, but the experience is never dull and Connelly, in particular, tackles her just-a-little-bit-sociopathic role with gusto.
See also:
Movies: Film festival roundup 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017, 2016 part 1 / part 2, 2015, 2014, 2013, 2012, 2011, 2009
14 August 2023
In memory of Sylvester
Photos in memory of Sylvester, the friendly black-and-white Wellington cat with his own mural, who graced the steps of Allenby Terrace outside his house, and graciously accepted pats and strokes from umpteen passers-by en route to the city. Aside from brightening the day of average common-or-garden pedestrians, he was also happy to contribute to the mental health of mopey students by sitting on their laps as they used the steep public stairs between the Terrace and O'Reily Avenue. Sylvester died at home yesterday after being diagnosed with renal failure, and will be much missed by all who knew him.
12 August 2023
A curious insurrection
In the wake of the insurrection, Putin appeared to take a measured approach with Wagner. Hundreds of Russian citizens who have criticized the authorities and the war in less vivid terms than Prigozhin have been imprisoned, fined, and removed from their jobs or universities, and none of them sent an armored column on the road to Moscow. But, at least for now, Putin has decided that imprisoning Prigozhin would risk making him a martyr while also undermining Russia's military effort. "What's the most important political priority for Putin right now?" [Moscow news editor Konstantin] Remchukov asked. "Victory in the special military operation." Wagner may yet prove useful for that goal, and the dismantling of its forces in the middle of a war would be messy, rife with distractions and dangers for the Kremlin. Putin appears to have concluded that the Wagner insurrection wasn't aimed at him personally - a convenient position, in that it doesn't force him to take any bold or risky action. "If they aren't against me," Remchukov said, paraphrasing Putin, "we can leave them in place for the solving of important problems."
Indeed, for a person whom Putin had called a traitor in all but name, Prigozhin retained a remarkable level of influence and access. Journalists observed that a private plane linked to him made several flights to Moscow and St. Petersburg. The former Russian military official told me that Prigozhin had spent considerable time in Moscow, advocating for himself and his business empire with high-ranking figures: "He's going around beating himself on the chest, saying that he'll continue to fight on behalf of Russia. Let's see whether he's allowed to or not."
- Joshua Yaffa, 'The Making of a Mutiny', New Yorker, 7 August 2023, p.44
10 August 2023
In the winter of '65 we were hungry, just barely alive
Music: Rick Danko & Paul Butterfield - Stage Fright (live, 1979)