Friday, October 12, 2012

Blood and the Blues in Nazi Germany



Half-Blood Blues by Esi Edugyan (Thomas Allen Publishers, 2011) 309 pages
* SPOILER ALERT *

This tale is told by Sid Griffiths, a black American musician from Baltimore. As our story begins, two musicians enter a bar in Nazi-occupied Paris in 1940 - one, Hiero Falk, a mischling (who is half black, half German), the other, Sid, light skinned enough to "pass'. One is dragged out by the Nazis and disappears, seemingly, forever.

What happened to Hiero Falk (a.k.a "The Kid"), the gifted trumpeter, hailed by Louis Armstrong himself as "Little Louis", the next big thing in jazz?

Fifty years later, Sid the bassist, and, Chip Jones the drummer, in the jazz band called the Hot Time Swingers still don't know what became of Hiero, and if he died in the concentration camps as he was rumored to have done. The men are now in their seventies and worn down by their sorrows and old age.

The book switches to the present day ... Chip and Sid are invited to return to Berlin in 1992 to attend a tribute to Falk and their jazz band. The symbolism of the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 is not an inappropriate image for Sid's predicament, as he is forced to face the crumbling of his self-imposed silence on the days that led to Hiero's disappearance. In a documentary shown at the tribute in Berlin, Chip accuses Sid of doing nothing when Hiero was dragged away by the Nazis because he was jealous of him.

Just prior to the trip, Chip received a letter from someone purporting to be Hiero who had read that Chip was to be in Berlin where they began their careers and asked if Chip would come to Poland to see him. In Berlin, Sid begins to recall the days that led to Hiero's disappearance.

It's 1939, after a violent altercation with some Nazis on the street where one is likely killed, the musicians frantically go into hiding. Sid, Chip, Hiero, Paul the pianist, and Ernst the clarinetist, hole up in a jazz club called The Hound owned by Ernst who comes from a very wealthy background. They begin to seriously consider an offer that had been made to them to play with the legendary trumpeter Louis Armstrong in Paris put forward by a mysterious light-skinned Canadian named Delilah who sings with Armstrong. Sid falls for Delilah, badly. But he is uncertain how she feels about him, suspicious that she has an interest in Hiero. 

After an uncomfortable night in the club, the band disintegrates. Paul, who is the lone Jewish band member and more at risk than the rest of them, insists on returning to his apartment to retrieve something that he won't name; Delilah, after sleeping with Sid, also disappears. Fritz, a German who has thus far eluded the Nazis, comes by the club to say that he is joining another band, the Golden Seven, much to the dismay of the other band members.

What remains of the band (the Americans Chip and Sid and the German born Hiero) decides to drive to Paris and take Armstrong up on his offer but they must secure visas first and seek the assistance of Ernst's father, a wealth industrialist living in Hamburg. In Hamburg, Hiero and Sid witness a terrible sight ... a human zoo called the Hagenbeck peopled with Africans dressed in rags and living in primitive conditions. With a shock, I verified that such places did exist in Europe as late as the early to early mid 20th c. And it wasn't the only one.

In exchange for their papers, Ernst has to make a vow to his father to remain in Germany so that his friends might escape. This means the end of a music career fro Ernst which is likely his father's intention. The three men travel to Paris and, unbeknownst to them, arrive the day that France declares war on Germany. Its citizens are in a state of dread and shock.

When the men arrive in Paris, surprisingly, they re-encounter Delilah (Sid still has no idea how or why she left) and she leads them to Louis Armstrong, who though ailing still wishes to record with them. Edugyan's physical description of Armstrong, while adulatory is razor sharp and poetic: "His bottom lip hung slightly open like a drawer of red velvets".

Armstrong decides to cut a record with the band but passes over Sid who doesn't perform well during a trial rehearsal. This sends Sid into a gloomy depression. It's an interesting twist ... our main character is deemed not good enough, is shunted aside, and that only increases his animosity towards the younger, more talented Hiero.

The men move in with Delilah in her apartment and Sid starts to turn against Hiero for withholding information about why Delilah left. As the Germans advance on Paris Sid fears that Delilah is in love with the Kid. He mistakes her concern for his illness and fragility as sexual attraction and this drives them apart.

Armstrong flees to Bordeaux and the remaining band members attempt to leave but are unable to get a train out of Paris which is flooded with refugees and Parisians desperate to leave. This is a harrowing, well wrought scene - depicting the desperation and horror the fleeing Parisians feel. In desperation they return to the apartment. They decide to cut the record without Armstrong in a primitive sound studio found by Delilah. The next day is the fateful day that Sid and Heiro walk into the bar ... that day changes the fate of all the band members.

Cut to the present day, Chip persuades Sid to find Hiero in Poland. They make an arduous journey to Poland by car and then bus to an obscure location where Sid experiences a feeling of dread. Poland is oppressive, still clearly under the yoke of Communism and the inherent paranoia it breeds. Why Poland? How did Hiero end up there when so many who survived traveled to western Europe or to the U.S.? How did he survive?

Sid is seeking absolution. What he finds in Poland shocks and moves him. We also learn the fate of all the other band members. It does not end how I expected it to end but it pleased me nonetheless.

The dialogue is exceptionally well written, believable, elegant - whether the characters are speaking street slang or refined English and the depiction of the men is utterly believable - salty, profane, sometimes callous and convincingly masculine (i.e. obsessed with women and competitiveness). Edugyan has an amazing ear eloquently evoking the gentle, formal diction of Ernst's father the prickly industrialist or the rougher, street smart slang of Chip.

In fiction, we rarely read about men, main characters, who do not succeed, who fail to achieve their grand dreams. Edugyan achieves something special here. She tells a tale of ambition thwarted, talent wanting ... and she still makes the story fascinating.

Esi Edugyan

Friday, October 5, 2012

Through a Life Obliquely

Stations of the Heart by Darlene Madott (Exile Editions, 2012) 234 pages

Just as the devout Catholic visits the Stations of the Cross to commemorate the Passion of Christ before the crucifixion, physically moving around a set of stations in the nave of the church, so does Madott's Francesca, the main character, in this series of interrelated stories about passion and thwarted desires.

Sensual, vivid, intense, Madott's characters drift in and out of the readers' consciousness like dreams. Love is a treacherous business whether it is personified by a controlling lover or unfaithful lover, a charismatic but irresponsible husband, or the intense, angst-inducing love one feels for an only child. The prose is elegant, sometimes oblique, which adds to a sense of mystery about the characters.

Francesca passes from one "station" to another in an almost hypnotic state: falling in love, trying to extricate herself from damaging love affairs, miscarrying a child, marrying an untrustworthy man, bearing a child, and, parting from her husband - all in a state of almost exquisite emotional torture.

Sexual love is potent, threatening, angst inducing. For true sexual passion is tortuous; sexual passion is self-immolating ... here it disorients, torments, confounds, whether it is the betrayal and lies of Vivi's husband in "Vivi's Florentine Scarf" or Francesca's relationship with the enigmatic Man of the West in "Waiting (An Almost Love Story)" and Francesca's ex-husband Zachary Hamilton who features in several stories ("Getting Off So Lightly", 'Solitary Man", "Zachary and the Shaman", "Chateau Stories") or her one-time lover Vince ("Powerful Novena of Childlike Confidence").

There is something mesmerizing about these stories but there is also a sense of menace, the sense of the treachery of sexual desire even if it is not acted upon whether it is the story of the art-loving girl searching for a painting in "Afternoon in the Garden of the Palazzo Barberini" who fears that the security guard has lured her into unsafe territory or the fearful Francesca watching her husband destroy his career, and potentially his family as well, in "Zachary and the Shaman".

There are many beautiful scenes, too many to recount here but several come to mind: Francesca and her son observing the remnants of a dead star; Francesca looking at the painted image of the Virgin Mary and her cousin Elizabeth and thinking of her lover's mother and sister in "Powerful Novena of Childlike Confidence"; mother and son listening to a children's choir in Spain in "Travel Stories".

In a manner, Elizabeth, Francesca's lover's sister, represents a darker mirror image of Francesca - a woman exploited for her vulnerability as a daughter without rights or power, as a sexual being who must now pay for the sin of conceiving before marriage. Forced into a brutal marriage as a teenager by her parents that she eventually abandons, as well as her young son, Elizabeth disappears only to resurface at her young son's funeral. She is bitter and full of recriminations, accusing all present of having contributed to her son John's death and implicitly to the disastrous consequences of her life's journey. She is what Francesca might have become had she not had the courage to resist the destructive forces in her life.

Unlike the Stations of the Cross, the end of this book does not lead to death but a sort of redemption for Francesca. A reconciliation of sorts.

By the book's end, Francesca has achieved a sort of balance. By returning to her roots in Sicily ("Entering Sicily"), she seems  finally to have achieved a state of peace. Perhaps it is reliving and retelling the travails of a beloved grandmother who suffered and loved a great deal (much like Francesca herself). In the tale of Francesca and son traveling to Spain told in the shadow of a dear friend's death ("Travel Stories") and of their later trip to Sardegna ("Cycling in Sardegna") Francesca has finally come into her own - romantic love is no longer the focus of her intense, obsessive love. Maternal love is.

She is independent. She is an established professional with a successful career and supportive boss. She has her son, is separated from Zachary, and she has reached a sort of emotional equilibrium. She learns something that most women eventually learn - men come and go but if you do it right, your child is yours to love, and be loved by, forever.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

September Cultural Roundup

Utter movie madness this month with TIFF. Haters gonna hate but I love love love the festival.

Films:
The Hunger Games (U.S., 2012) directed by Gary Ross
Io e Te (Me and You) (Italy, 2012) directed by Bernard Bertolucci (review)
Frances Ha (U.S., 2012) directed by Noah Baumbach (review)
Ginger and Rosa (UK/Denmark) directed by Sally Potter (review)
The Iceman (U.S., 2012) directed by Ariel Vromen (review)
Free Angela Davis and All Political Prisoners (U.S., 2012) directed by Shola Lynch (review)
To the Wonder (U.S., 2012) directed by Terence Mallick (review)
Passion (U.S., 2012) directed by Brian DePalma (review)
Argo (U.S., 2012) directed by Ben Affleck (review)
Blondie (Sweden, 2012) directed by Jesper Ganslandt (review)
Great Expectations (U.K., 2012) directed by Mike Newell (review)
The Secret Disco Revolution (Canada, 2012) directed by Jamie Kastner (review)
Much Ado About Nothing (U.S., 2012) directed by Joss Whedon (review)
English Vinglish (India, 2012) directed by Gauri Shinde (review)
Imogene (U.S., 2012) directed by Robert Pulcini and Shari Springer Berman (review)
40 Year Old Virgin (U.S., 2005) directed by Judd Apatow
House at the end of the street (U.S., 2012) directed by Mark Tonderai
Looper (U.S., 2012) directed by Rian Johnson

Books:
Mother's Milk by Edward St. Aubyn
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (review)
Pauline Kael: A Life in the Dark by Brian Kellow
About Alice by Calvin Trillin
Slouching towards Bethlehem by Joan Didion

Museums:
Spadina House, 385 Spadina Ave., Toronto, September 7, 2012

Literary:
Word on the Street, September 23, 2012
Martin Amis at the Toronto Reference Library, September  26, 2012
Quattro Books Fall 2012 Book Launch, Q Space, September 27, 2012

Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Quirky Girl (and why she won't go away)

Deschanel, the It girl for quirkiness
And so begins a new category of blog entry for ALC ... POP goes the world - a discussion of all things pop culture.

Am I just bitter because there is no chance that I will ever be the Quirky Girl that everyone loves? Am I just envious? Perhaps. Possibly that is so ... or is it because the world seems like a much more serious place and I want grown men and women to behave a tad more seriously (oh, that old lament ALC? yes, that old lament). Quirky Girl's predominance has been emerging for decades now. She is the It Girl of the 21stc.

Let us examine this anthropological specimen closely: 

Her physical attributes:
> Young (never over 30, ever young).
> Gamine.
> Sexy but not threatening.
> Pretty but not beautiful.
> Never fat (because then she becomes something else ... perhaps Fat Party Girl, another species entirely).
> Sexually appealing to boys and men. 

Zoe Kazan
Her emotional attributes:
> Ditzy ... but that's just a cover for being clever in a unconventional way.
> Unwise to the ways of the world.
> Always cute and dresses in same said manner usually in bright colours, makeup and occasionally hats (sometimes with pretty dresses) and always in a cute, quirky fashion. Might also be a bit slovenly but that just adds to the cuteness.
> Pop-eyed enthusiasm (see picture above) for the world and all it brings.

Where does she abide in popular culture? 
Her predecessors are legion: the characters of Gidget and Tammy (film series in the 1950s and 60s); Laugh-In go-go girl Goldie Hawn in the late 1960s; Diane Keaton in Annie Hall in the 1970s; the character of Mayim Bialik in Blossom and Lisa Bonet (in general) in the 1980s; the sometimes sullen character of Rayanne in the TV series My So-called Life in the 1990s; the character of Clementine in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind in the 2000s.

Her current manifestations: Greta Gerwig in Noah Baumbach's Frances Ha (2012); Zoe Kazan in Ruby Sparks (2012) written by Kazan herself; the character of Ramona Flowers in Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (2010); the character of Summer (Ms. Deschanel again) in 500 Days of Summer (2009); and, of course, The New Girl Zooey Deschanel in ... anything.

I want to put Lena Dunham of the HBO TV series Girls in this category but she doesn't quite fit ... being a little too cerebral, not really pretty/cute or not cute in that customary quirky way. And I honestly think she is trying to do something quite different for young women and their self-image. (Why she is on the verge of quirky: gets tattoos like many a wannebe bad girl but they are from Eloise as if she is saying, "See, just kidding, I'm not really a bad girl!" Quirky.)

Why is the Quirky Girl so popular? Why won't she go away?
She is non-threatening. She represents youth and beauty (fine things in and of themselves) unspoiled by womanhood and maternity and responsibility. She is not fully perceived as an adult woman but is closer to a doll or a sex toy; therefore, pliable, easier to manipulate, undemanding. She is attainable, manageable, and she is the female mirror image of the Fan Boy who refuses to grow up.

I would not mind the attire, which personally I think is rather adorable; however, I mind the lack of  involvement with the world, with real life. If only they could get their sh*t together and try to make things better instead of just trying to manage their moods and their wardrobes. 
Lena Dunham, on the verge of quirky
Why she must die ...
She is a concrete manifestation of arrested development - an example of the desire to avoid engagement with the real world, with adulthood. And who could blame her really? I don't want every female to turn into a boring old married lady (ahem) with kids ... it's not that at all.

But seriously, cute after 30 is not cute. Cute after 30 is ... disturbing. It's unappealing. It's depressing. But maybe, okay ... let's not let her die. Maybe we should just hang out with her for a while and then go shopping with her for new clothes. Yeah, that would be nice.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

TIFF 2012: Imogene


Imogene (U.S., 2012) directed by Robert Pulcini and Shari Springer Berman, 130 minutes 
Sunday, September 16, 2012, 11.30a., Ryerson Theatre

Oh Kristin Wigg I love you so ... I wish this movie was better and more worthy of your comedic talents which are substantial.

Imogene is a comedy about an underdog (a situation where Wiig often flourishes - the most obvious example being the insuperable Bridesmaids) who loses her boyfriend Peter and her job and in an attempt to bring that boyfriend back stages a fake suicide attempt. She ends up in a psych ward and then drugged in the back of her mom Zelda's (Annette Bening) car and then New Jersey. This is problematic ... in that mom has a number of "impulse control" issues: gambling, shopping, being just two examples. 

Comedy ensues ... 

Home is Ocean City, NJ, which is a nightmare for Imogene - mom has a new boyfriend (Matt Dillon playing an unnamed covert government agent); her old room is now inhabited by Lee, a boarder (Glee's Darren Criss) who impersonates a member of the Back Street Boys in a cheesy stage show in Ocean City; and, her nerdy brother Ralph (Christopher Fitzgerald) is obsessed with crabs and all things mollusk. 

Imogene, a once promising playwright, must find a way regain her life among the shiny, pretty people that she had access to when she dated Peter. Except none of the mean girls that she associated with want anything to do with her, she is thrown out of her apartment and she has no employment. 

This being a comedy Imogene must regain at least part or all of what she lost ... she does and in the silliest way possible restoring her troubled relationship with mom by tackling an agent trying to kill Mom's boyfriend and making the evening news. This liberating action coupled with Lee's support as her new boyfriend helps her regain her confidence so that she is able to write a play that is staged in Manhattan ... all this ranges from silly to improbable to ridiculous.

And that makes me sad ... because I think Wiig is wonderful. Much better than this cheesy material.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

TIFF 2012: English Vinglish

English Vinglish (India, 2012) directed by Gauri Shinde, 144 minutes
Saturday, September 15, 2012, 12.15p., TIFF Lightbox 

This film is surprisingly moving … initially I felt it was going in a very maudlin direction, trying to pull on my heart strings a little too hard. It owes much to Gurinder Chadha’s 2002 feature Bend it like Beckham in feeling, tone and theme. Both reveal a determined woman repressed by her family circumstances and deals with their attempts to grow beyond the expected limitations of their prescribed lives. Call it Bend it like Shashi … 


Shashi played by Sridevi, who has been described as the “first female superstar of the Indian Cinema" (and the audience was quite in awe of her presence in the film it seems), is a gentle-spirited South Asian wife and mother of two in India. She is utterly domestic, passive, lacking in self esteem and easily wounded by her family’s teasing that her greatest and only skill pertains to her cooking of a delicious dessert called ladoo that she makes in her home and sells to neighbors and friends. 


Shashi travels to NYC to attend the wedding of her niece. Feeling belittled by her lack of English skills, she joins an ESL class for the remaining four weeks that she will be in New York.


After a humiliating episode in a restaurant when she is unable to order a simple meal she is befriended by a kindly French immigrant named Laurent (the sad eyed, handsome Skyler Marshall) who eventually ends up in the same ESL class as Shashi. The class is a quirky hodge podge of ethnic, non-English speaking immigrants led by a flamboyant and highly enthusiastic instructor named David: respectively of Chinese, Hispanic, South Asian, French, African descent.


Her isolation as an immigrant in NYC is not unlike her isolation as a middle class, affluent housewife who is not perceived to have any valuable skills. Neither is recognized or respected.


Aided by a kindly niece Shashi persists and learns to speak English in secret but she is constantly torn between the duties of wife/mother and her obligations to herself. At one point I was hoping Shashi would abandon her role as a doormat to her family and break free. She does in a manner. 


Interestingly, Shashi does not take the expected route; she does not fall for her handsome fellow French student although he is clearly smitten with him. She chooses to make her feelings known at the wedding – asking the bride and groom to respect each other, value each other and never denigrate the other person. Therein, she changes her life and her relationship with her husband and a particularly denigrating teenage daughter.


Although it is not a traditional Indian film (actors do not break into song and dance except at the wedding) during the course of the film, there is music, a great deal of it. And it greatly adds to the joyousness of the film.


After the screening the first time director Gauri Shinde, the producer R. Balki and the actor Skyler Marshall, who played Laurent, were there for a Q&A. All three were charming and as an added treat brought platefuls of ladoo for the audience to try ... always the quickest path to a jaded film viewer’s heart.


Friday, September 14, 2012

TIFF 2012: Much Ado About Nothing

Acker and Morgese as cousins Beatrice and Hero
Much Ado About Nothing (U.S., 2012) directed by Joss Whedon, 137 minutes
Friday, September 14, 2012, Elgin Theatre, 11am

Current pop culture "It Boy" Joss Whedon has done something interesting ... going from the mega hit The Avengers and a legacy of solid TV series hits and/or cult faves like Buffy the Vampire Killer, Angel and Firefly to a modest Shakespearean production of Much Ado that was apparently shot in his own home on a modest budget in b&w film. Pretty impressive. Whedon also adapted the play for the screen, no small feat. As I was the only person on the planet that was bored by The Avengers, I was unsure what to expect.

And Whedon largely succeeds ... A brief synopsis of the play here for those of us (including me) who need a refresher.

Aside from the regressive elements of the play (Leonato wishing his daughter Hero dead rather than not a virgin when he suspects that she has been playing around before her wedding day and then pretending to marry Claudio to an identical proxy to punish him for Hero's "death"), we must forsake political correctness, let those plot points go and embrace the premise and trust the playwright ...

The setting is modern day, replete with business suits and cellphones for this upper echelon of society, within what is allegedly Whedon's California home standing in for a palace in Messina. Benedick (
Alexis Denisof) and Beatrice (Amy Acker), who alternately hate and love each other (as William's heroes are wont to do), do a pretty adequate job but something is amiss. This Beatrice is just a little too much on the edge of hysteria in voicing the words of the beautiful and misanthropic Beatrice who swears that she will never marry. 

Nor is this Benedick,  I almost hesitate to say, "butch" enough for this role. Denisof has a slightly goofy quality that is at odds with the material I think as does Beatrice. Perhaps the director feared that the material would be too static if they played it straight without the pratfalls. Thus, Benedick is rolling around in the bushes (obvious to all) while listening to Don Pedro the Prince and Claudio (Fran Kranz) plotting to throw them together and Beatrice is falling down stairs when Benedick suddenly professes his rediscovered love for her. 

The supporting roles are strong ... Leonato (
Clark Gregg), Claudio and his betrothed Hero (Jillian Morgese), the Prince (Reed Diamond - wow where has this gorgeous man been?), Dogsberry (Nathan Fillion - who got a resounding burst of applause when he appeared on screen), Prince John and his nefarious underling.

What a vanishing skill this must be for actors ... to move from mastering Shakespearean dialogue to acting in film (or trying to do both).

Well played Mr. Whedon, well played ... I was especially happy as this was one of the few films that both myself and my friend C liked a great deal. 

Thursday, September 13, 2012

TIFF 2012: The Secret Disco Revolution


The Secret Disco Revolution (Canada, 2012) directed by Jamie Kastner, 84 minutes
Thursday, September 13, 2012, 3p., Bloor Cinema

Aside from the silly fictional conceit that a trio of masterminds have orchestrated a secret revolution in creating disco to further the liberation of certain oppressed groups in society, the film has an amusing, quirky quality that pleased the audience. 

Director Jamie Kastner has a lively, playful style that engages archival material, old TV footage, interviews with record company execs and disco stars, and what appears to be personal videos taken, to illustrate the joyfulness of the beginnings of disco dancing and music. He charts the rise (and death) of disco in the 1970s in this documentary.

I am game in believing that women, gays and black people were given opportunities to shine in a hitherto possibly unfriendly music environment. One of the disco superstars talked about being on the "black track". If you were black (pre-disco and the mid 70s) and perceived to play primarily black music, it was near impossible to be played on a radio station that played mostly white music. With its popularity (and the possibility for greater commercial gain), black disco artists were seen as more profitable therefore marketable.

Fun to see Thelma Houston, Gloria Gaynor, Evelyn Champagne King, Anita Pointer, Kool (of Kool and the Gang), The Village People, KC (of KC and the Sunshine Band) these many years later ... I danced to all their songs. Many times! God, it was fun.

Certainly, the energy and the freedom that it celebrates still appeals. Was the infamous Studio 54 as wild and raucous and hedonistic as it has been portrayed? Apparently so ... with superstars publicly coupling unabashedly with busboys according to one interviewee.

The best part of this doc was watching The Village People, the ultimate gay icons, deny that any of the songs had a double entendre and getting snippy with Kastner when he persisted with this line of questioning.  

Kastner was self-effacing and articulate during the Q&A - and so happy that we were there to see his film!










TIFF 2012: Great Expectations

Ms. Bonham Carter as Miss Havisham in her bridal finery

Great Expectations (U.K., 2012) directed by Mike Newell, 128 minutes
Thursday, September 13, 2012, TIFF Lightbox 1, 9.45a.m.

Once my husband R complained that Dickens was overly long, overly elaborate, too tedious to read. I pointed out that he was paid by the word for his efforts. “Yeah, and it shows ...” he remarked acidly. He may have a point there. 

It looks like my solid Catholic school education has come to naught as I couldn’t remember a single blasted passage of this book except for the fact that Miss Havisham was forsaken at the altar. Need we re-hash the plot of this high school favourite? I think not. For those that require a refresher please read here. 

Why pursue a remake of the classic? I can’t say speak for the director Mike Newell, best known for his rom-com Four Weddings and a Funeral (still a favourite of mine after all these years - I know, I know, but I like it) but I know that certain classic stories stay with you forever. This might be one of those for him. 

The dishy Jeremy Irvine
Jeremy Irvine, as the adult Philip Pirrip nicknamed Pip, has that open, innocent face that I imagine all of Dickens’ heroes should possess – full of wonder, by turns joyful then wounded by what the real world brings to them. He is handsome, good-hearted and honest and Irvine’s face communicates all that and more. 

Most of the characters look like grotesques with overly fussy clothing and layers that seems to emphasize the claustrophobia of life in Dickensian England. London, as pictured here, is ugly and peopled with rude, insentient filthy beings who barge by the astonished Pip as he seeks to make his way as a newcomer. I loved that the spoiled rich Finches of the gentleman’s club that Pip joins in London resemble New Wave punks of the 1980s with their foppish curly hair, billowing shirts and elaborate waistcoats.  

I relished the grimy, nasty version of Victorian life that Newell presents … highlighting the ugly treatment of convicts and the distaste for the poor of urban England. The low value placed on women and what they bring to marriage. The greed and snobbishness that pervades the unbearable upper classes. 

Eventually the city gradually rubs off on Pip and he too becomes callous and cold, judgmental of his sister’s husband Joe the blacksmith (Jason Flemyng) and the people he left behind once he has received his annuity from his anonymous benefactor Magwitch (Ralph Fiennes). 

That grimy image is not restricted to the city of London. The county of Kent, where Pip is born, seems depressingly ugly and barren. The women are disheveled, cheap looking and yet be-ribboned in an unbecoming way; the men are grubby, shoddy and but also overdressed and fussy.

I was especially captivated by Miss Havisham (who else but Helen Bonham Carter?), the compelling horror of her ruined bridal dress and decaying mansion that once housed the sumptuous wedding feast until her groom betrayed her and broke her heart. She is by turns imperious and impossible, sentimental and emotionally vulnerable.

Ralph Fiennes is also compelling as the escaped convict whom comes to play such an important role in Pip’s journey. Estella, Miss Havisham's ward and the thought to be lost daughter of Magwitch, is played with icy precision by Holliday Grainger. 

The cast is near perfect. It almost prompts me to reread the book. Almost.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

TIFF 2012: Blondie

The women
Blondie (Sweden, 2012) directed by Jesper Ganslandt, 88 minutes
Wednesday, September 12, 2012, 12p, Bloor Cinema

This film brings to mind Tolstoy's quote: "All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."

This Swedish family is a dysfunctional matriarchy controlled by a trio of unhappy women - Sigrid, the mother, and her two oldest daughters Elin, a high-fashion model, and Katarina, a surgeon in an unhappy marriage with two young daughters. Men are largely absent from this film with the exception of the cuckolded and ineffectual husband of Katarina. 

Stop right there ... I find it hard to believe that either of these two women holds those occupations. They lack the demeanor and, in some instances, the gravitas required.

Sigrid is exacting, critical, and mean-spirited, the kind of woman who would send a fifteen year daughter to Milan and encourage her not to come back. Elin sleeps around, drinks too much and takes drugs. She is a parody of what an unhappy model is. Katarina has taken out her frustrations in a much more conventional route: an affair with a much younger man. There is a third much younger daughter Lova but she is too miserable and too passive to resist these hurricanes that are her female relations. 

Thrown together to celebrate Sigrid's 70th birthday on her lavish estate, the women soon start to implode as the old resentments surface. The two eldest girls are particularly destructive and vindictive.

Into this stewing pot of anger there must be a boiling point and a resolution which, as usual in family dramas, usually involves a crisis around the matriarch or patriarch. There is a climax and a rapprochement of sorts but it's stereotypical and neat. Not even a medical crisis can resolve every family crisis. In fact, it usually doesn't. 

This film made me want to revisit Ingmar Bergman's films (the film's notes briefly allude to Bergman). Now he can do Swedish angst.