31 August 2023

Twenty long hours, my eyes are sore

Thursday music corner: The London band Jim Jones All Stars formed in 2020 including three members of the former Jim Jones Revue band, which released four albums from 2008 to 2014. The All Stars' website describes them as 'A bubbling swamp curse of unholy rhythm', and Louder Than War described them as 'a thick slice of greasy R’n’B fueled by grinding rhythms and rude horns'.

It's Your Voodoo Working was released in October 2022 featuring guest vocalist Nikki Hill, and presages the All Stars' first album. Ain't No Peril was recorded in Memphis and will be released on 29 September. The release will be followed by a 15-date UK tour culminating at the 100 Club (100 Oxford St, London) on 10 November.

Jim Jones All Stars - It's Your Voodoo Working (2022)

See also:
Music: The Cruel Sea - The Honeymoon Is Over (1993)
Music: Chris Whitley - Living With The Law (1991)
Music: Tony Joe White - Polk Salad Annie (live, 1980)

28 August 2023

New Regent St

New Regent St, Christchurch

 

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

Thursday music corner: New York-based faux-French indie rockers Non Non Plus formed from the similarly-themed Les Sans Culottes after a bust-up with the latter group's leader. They released their first, self-titled album on Aeronaut Records in 2005, and followed it with two more on the same label: Menagerie in 2009 and Freudian Slip in 2011. They switched to the Terrible Kids Music label for their fourth and final album, La Sexe et La Politique, in 2012.

Fille Atomique appears in its original form on the band's 2005 debut album, and is sung by Céline Dijon (a.k.a. Verena Wiesendanger). This live acoustic performance was recorded for Canadian TV. 

Nous Non Plus - Fille Atomique (live, 2007)

See also:
Music: Nouvelle Vague - Guns of Brixton (2004)
Music: Plastic Bertrand - Ça Plane Pour Moi (1977)
Music: Serge Gainsbourg & Brigitte Bardot - Bonnie & Clyde (1968)

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

Thursday music corner: Oklahoma-born American R&B singer and pianist Joe Liggins (1916-87) was one of the early pioneers of American rhythm and blues music. Having moved to San Diego in 1932 and on to Los Angeles in 1939, Liggins was playing with Sammy Franklin's California Rhythm Rascals when Franklin declined to record a song Liggins had written, The Honeydripper. Liggins decided to form his own band to record it, and the number topped the R&B chart, then known as the "race" chart, for a mammoth 18 weeks in 1945. The Honeydripper was the first of many R&B hits for Liggins in the 1940s and 1950s.

Author Barney Hoskyns in his book Waiting for the Sun: A Rock 'N' Roll History of Los Angeles, recounts how Liggins' song dominated the Los Angeles music scene of the day:

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.

Joe Liggins & His Honeydrippers - The Honeydripper (1945)

See also:
Music: Jimmy Liggins - I Ain't Drunk (1954)
Music: Pvt. Cecil Gant - I Wonder (1944)
Music: Roy Milton - RM Blues (1947)

15 August 2023

Film Festival 2023 roundup

At last the Wellington winter returns to the traditions of ages past, with the reinstatement of the NZ International Film Festival to its rightful, full length, with a full slate of titles on offer and the complete range of cinemas in which to view them. This year I selected 16 films - one each in the Penthouse and the Roxy, and 14 in the mighty Embassy Grand. (The Penthouse screening failed to live up to high expectations - the manager played the wrong film entirely, and the audience had to wait 25 minutes for the proper film to load, which meant a near-nine-o'clock start for a two hour film). Some great dramas and comedies were on display, plus an even better than usual collection of documentary excellence.

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.


Monster (dir. Hirokazu Kore-eda, Japan, 2023)

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.


Anatomy of a Fall (dir. Justine Triet, France, 2023)

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.


I Like Movies (dir. Chandler Levack, Canada, 2022)

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 20222021, 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

Thursday music corner: Canadian musician Robbie Robertson, who died yesterday aged 80, was a driving force alongside four other supremely talented performers in The Band. Starting out backing Ronnie Hawkins as The Hawks, after their famed role backing Bob Dylan on his first electric tour they changed their name to The Band. Robertson was a strong songwriting talent, penning four numbers on their first album Music from Big Pink (1968) and on their self-titled second album The Band (1969) he wrote eight of the 12 tracks solo, and had co-writing credit on the other four. He generally left lead vocal performance of his songs to the other talented Band singers. Robertson worked prolifically in film music after The Band split in 1976, and had solo hits in the 1980s with Broken Arrow and Somewhere Down The Crazy River.

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down appeared on the group's second album, written by Robertson and with lead vocals by drummer Levon Helm. This performance appears in Martin Scorsese's 1978 documentary The Last Waltz, and is prefaced by a brief interview from Robertson about his 2012 visit to Helm's hospital bedside in the last days of his life. 

The Band - The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down (live, 1976)

See also:
Music: Robbie Robertson - Somewhere Down The Crazy River (1987)
Music: Levon Helm & The Cate Brothers Band - Sweet Peach Georgia Wine (live, 1981)
Music: Rick Danko & Paul Butterfield - Stage Fright (live, 1979)

08 August 2023

Just a reminder of how unaffordable the NZ housing market really is

In one of those regular reminders that the New Zealand housing market is one of the most unaffordable in the world, the small house I grew up in in the working-class Auckland suburb of Onehunga recently sold for NZ$1.35m. Admittedly it had been spruced up to within an inch of its life, increasing its resale value in inverse proportion to the removal of decades of character that can only be instilled in a property by basically refusing to update anything after the year 1970. 

Housing affordability has been declining in New Zealand for decades, with the amount of income required to buy the median house increasing from just under $60,000 in 1992 to  over $130,000 in 2021 (both amounts in 2021 dollar equivalents). At the end of that year the average New Zealand house was worth 8.8 times the average national income, when a ratio of three times the national income is usually regarded as 'affordable'.

The exorbitant and sadly non uncommon sale price for a modest family home led me to the internet to find comparisons. How far would the purchase price of this unglamorous former State house get you in the heady world of international real estate?

Melbourne 

The famously pricey real estate of the Victorian capital brings plenty of superior options for your hard-earned NZD. For a taste of inner city living, why not plump for a 52nd floor apartment at 560 Lonsdale St in the central city? Obviously the views are incredible, but you'd need to not be afraid of heights. At A$1.1m it's well within budget, and at 122sqm it's even larger than the Onehunga house in question. 

Or if you prefer something a little more suburban, this three-storey brick townhouse in Windsor / Prahran just north of St Kilda offers three bedrooms and is near the famed shopping drag of Chapel St. A snip at A$1.1m.

London

The UK's capital is often most people's first experience of proper big-city exorbitance, but even here in a city of 9 million there are options for your NZD. Admittedly you won't be able to enjoy the fifth-of-an-acre section of the Onehunga property, but you'll make up for that with the riches of the global city lifestyle. You could opt for this two-bedroom apartment in a historic Edgware Rd apartment block (£550k), or if you prefer more room, there's the option of this four-bedroom Stratford terraced house in east London (£650k). Both are near the Tube and the Edgware Rd apartment is only a couple of blocks from Marble Arch and Hyde Park.

Tokyo

Even the real estate in Tokyo presents good competition for a buyer who doesn't mind relocating from Auckland. This Setagaya-ku four-bedroom townhouse in Shibuya City, West Tokyo, is on the market for ¥115,900,000 and has a floor area of 134sqm, plus a carpark.

New York

Surely New York must be unaffordable on Onehunga money? Well, you'd have to settle for a little less space, but for a mere US$795k you could own a Chelsea brick two-bedroom apartment (340 W 19th St) 340 W 19th St, only one block from the High Line and two blocks from the Hudson River. At 62sqm it's a little smaller than the Onehunga ex-State house, but most people would admit it's in a slightly more hip neighbourhood.

Or perhaps you might hanker after a slightly more rural outlook? One with ready access to great pastries and wine? In which case, I highly recommend...

Provence

This former sheepfold is in the heart of Provence near the village of Grambois. Your 750,000 Euros buys you rustic stone walls, timber-braced ceilings, four bedrooms and a spacious pool area. Hmm, Onehunga or Provence? I think we have a winner!





03 August 2023

He stands there looking weird and stuff and proffers me the water

Thursday music corner: Gemma Rogers is a London performer who released her first album, No Place Like Home, in 2022 on the Tiny Global Productions label, which is also home to the Nightingales. She brings anarchic comedic energy to the album's paean to daytime drinking, My Idea Of Fun, which was a staple of BBC 6Music programming last year 

Gemma Rogers - My Idea Of Fun (2022)

See also:
Music: Gemma Rogers - Rabbit Hole (live, 2022)
Music: The Nightingales - I Needed The Money At The Time (2023)
Music: Lily Allen - The Fear (2008)