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Review: Melancholia - Film - Time Out New York - 0 views

  • Melancholia marks the major return of the artist’s vitality,
  • the movie starts off with nothing less than the end of the world: two planets colliding in Kubrickian grandeur to the strains of Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde
  • if Von Trier has gotten there, it is largely due to the vivid yet mysterious presence of Kirsten Dunst
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  • As Melancholia’s Justine, though, she does an impressive swan dive
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'The Ghost Writer': Polanski Escapes into His Cinema Nightmares - TIME - 0 views

  • From his debut work at the Polish Film School, a one-minute shocker called Murder that showed a sleeping man being stabbed to death in his apartment by an intruder, to his new thriller The Ghost Writer, Polanski has plumbed the themes of isolation, persecution and claustrophobia
  • If an auteur is a director with an obsessive personal vision — or, in simple terms, a man who keeps remaking his own movies — then Polanski is the very auteuriest. Even if he weren't drawn to pictures about hunted, holed-up men, he could hardly avoid the connection between iconography and autobiography, for his life is at least as notorious as his films. As a child, with his Jewish parents in concentration camps, he survived the Nazis by hiding and running. In Hollywood, his blond starlet wife Sharon Tate was slaughtered by Charles Manson's own Satanic gang. Then, after his great success with the knotty, despairing Chinatown (still his best film), there was his 1977 sexual encounter with a 13-year-old; when he thought he was sure to serve a long jail term, he fled the U.S., never to return. He seemed secure living in Paris, making films in France and Germany, until a visit to Switzerland last Sept. led to his detention on an international arrest warrant. He completed the editing of The Ghost Writer while under house arrest.
  • The kinship to Polanski's oeuvre is clear enough. The Ghost could be a blending of the director's 1976 The Tenant, in which he starred as a man who rents an apartment where the previous tenant committed suicide and soon believes the neighbors are scheming to force him to kill himself, and the 1999 The Ninth Gate, in which a book dealer sleuths through a antique volume that might be the Devil's autobiography.
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  • Lang, who becomes the focus of a war-crimes investigation in Europe, may be condemned by his past to remain in the U.S. — even as Polanski is condemned by his to keep out.
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'The Ghost Writer': Polanski Escapes into His Cinema Nightmares - TIME - 0 views

  • Harris, who worked for the Sunday Times and the BBC when Blair came to power, was once friendly with the P.M. but later soured on his political decisions, especially Blair's support of the Bush Administration's plan to invade Iraq. (With some ghoulishly good timing, Blair had to spend six hours last month defending his Iraq record in the Chilcot Inquiry.) The book, published in 2007, was widely seen as Harris's score-settling.
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      It's a SUV, not a sedan, and the very same car that appears at the beginning of the movie
  • One difference between Hollywood and European films: the first has to keep you jazzed every minute, while the second assumes that, having bought your ticket, you'll stick around through the simmering accumulation of details.
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  • The Ghost Writer is as comforting in its temperate pace and eerie mood as it is chilling in its plot particulars. Polanski feigns interest in the genre's requisite chases, but he's best at stranding the Ghost in wide frame, on a turbulent island, and tightening the noose around his neck as he gets closer to an awful truth.
  • McGregor brings all his charm and intelligence to the vague figure of a Hitchcock hero who slips into circumstance and chicanery until he morphs into a Polanski victim.
  • we should hail a movie that recalls creepy political thrillers of the mid-'70s, back when some films were made for grownups and the comfortable catharsis of a happy ending was not required — think of the panoramically cryptic worldview of The Parallax View and Three Days of the Condor, and of course, Chinatown.
  • The Ghost Writer may not be major Polanski, but it sure is essential Polanski.
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A life in theatre: Wallace Shawn, American playwright and actor | Culture | The Guardian - 0 views

  • Speaking of an earlier piece, A Thought in Three Parts, David Hare says that its central section, which dramatises an orgy, "is the only successful piece of pornography in the modern theatre" - stage directions call for 19 orgasms to be shared among four characters - "and it's also sexy and very funny.
  • In Hare's view, Shawn is America's leading contemporary dramatist. "Aunt Dan and Lemon, The Fever and The Designated Mourner - these are the three major American plays of our time."
  • "When we did Our Late Night at the Public Theatre in New York in 1975, people booed." It was the first professional performance of one of his plays. "One night, they started mooing, like cows. People talked during the play, expressing their sense that it was worthless trash." Joseph Papp, the artistic director of the Public, called him "a dangerous writer. A very rare species. He tells people things about themselves that they don't want to know."
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  • Invited to consider the suggestion that the audience might have recoiled from the play's content, which includes descriptions of masturbation, paedophilia and sex with an "enormous woman" who lets out "elephant moans", he responds cheerfully: "Ah, but I thought it was well written! When I was first exposed to the films of Ingmar Bergman, I found them frank and disturbing portraits of the world we live in, but that was not something that displeased me. They were beautiful. I thought people would respond to my plays the way I responded to Bergman's films."
  • In the mid-1980s, the sexual vaudeville of Shawn's early work gave way to political concerns, though the dramatic procedure was the same: just as the lust-filled reveries that occupy a person's private thoughts remain hidden from the world at large, so, in the second act of Shawn's playwriting career, the obscene oppression of the world's poor by rich and powerful nations is covered up by hypocrisy and, if necessary, military force
  • The original production of 1990 was described by Frank Rich, then the resident theatre critic of the New York Times, as "nothing if not a musty, radical chic stunt destined to be parodied". A revival in 2007 prompted the headline in the same paper, "The World's a Mess, and It's All Your Fault". Rich deployed the weapon that is used frequently in attacks on Shawn's plays, calling The Fever "an almost entirely humourless assault on the privileged class by one of its card-carrying members".
  • Shawn, who was educated at private schools before going to Harvard and Oxford, posits a defence based on sincerity. "Being in poor countries was something that changed me more than anything else." He wrote The Fever after visits to Central American states where ruthless dictatorships relied on backing from the US government. "It gave me an insight into the sickness of my own society." The epiphany gave him permission "to devote my life to being a writer". He has an engaging belief in the transforming power of literature.
  • In Hare's view, the reconstruction of Shawn as a political playwright happened as a result of his exposure to British theatre. "Wally came to Britain in the 1970s, and fell under the influence of Howard Brenton, Caryl Churchill and myself. Until then, the main tendency of his work had been surrealist."
  • When A Thought in Three Parts, which incorporates the comic youth hostel orgy, was mounted by Joint Stock at the ICA in 1977, it led to protests from members of parliament and a demand on the part of the Conservative MP for Staffordshire South West for "urgent talks with the Arts Council". There exists a theatrical legend that the play was banned; the reality, though less sensational, is equally dismal. Threatened with the loss of its grant, as Hare recalls, the ICA "decided not to extend the scheduled run, despite sold-out houses".
  • A note at the head of The Fever says that it was "first performed in various apartments in New York City". The performer was the author. It has since been played in many countries, by actors of both genders.
  • "The trouble with theatres is that people are sitting in seats that they have sat in before, to watch other plays. They are settling in for a certain type of experience, bringing with them a lot of preconceptions that start filtering into their brains before the play has even begun." In spaces such as an abandoned men's club building, where The Designated Mourner received its first and only New York staging, "the audience doesn't know what to expect, and is perhaps more willing to meet you halfway."
  • "I have lived in the shadow of my father. It would be ridiculous to pretend that there is no relationship between the sex in my plays and the reticence about sex which my father practised, even carrying it over to his duties as magazine editor. It's almost too obvious to mention. Clearly, I must be in some sort of reaction to that, although" - he does the comic deadpan - "I've taken it awfully far."
  • Grasses of a Thousand Colours is like Shawn's early plays, in being domestic drama of an outlandish kind. Animals don fancy costumes and welcome humans to a party. Cats make satisfying lovers. Husband and wife take pleasure in savaging one another, just as they do in other works by Shawn. Donkeys stand on the table at dinner and "haphazardly piss", while men admire their penises. "Of course it has upsetting elements," Shawn says, looking as if, as was once said, the strongest four-letter word he could utter is "Gosh". He insists that writing "is not a voluntary process.
  • Isn't all writing to some extent about trying to get through the layers of propaganda and false interpretations and received ideas and clichés that prevent us from seeing what's going on? I think that's the enterprise."
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FT.com / Arts / Theatre & Dance - Les Corbeaux, Linbury Studio Theatre, London - 0 views

  • Les Corbeaux (The Crows), choreographed by Josef Nadj with music by Akosh S, is an enigmatic piece that draws the audience in through its very quietness and concentration.
  • Les Corbeaux, the pair’s sixth collaboration, is inspired by the countryside of former Yugoslavia
  • with his finely tuned body, Nadj is a master of balance and can teeter on the brink of a pose to great effect. I wanted more, but tantalisingly he rations his dance moves for the sake of conceptual purity.
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Tarantino's Django Unchained script: The word is out | Film | guardian.co.uk - 0 views

  • Quentin Tarantino, who completed his screenplay for upcoming movie Django Unchained on 26 April and earlier this week woke to discover half the blogosphere had already read it.
  • Django Unchained seems to be an homage to Sergio Leone set in the deep south (rather than the old west) which tackles the predictably difficult subject of 19th-century American slavery. The lead character is a black slave-turned-gunslinger named Django.
  • the film appears to feature a plum role for Christoph Waltz, the Austrian actor whose performance as a dastardly SS colonel in Inglourious Basterds was rewarded with an Oscar last year. The part is that of a German bounty hunter and former dentist named Dr King Schlutz, who teaches Django the art of contract killing before helping him to find his still-enslaved wife.
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  • Tarantino seems to be repeating the same trick he pulled with Inglourious Basterds, which borrowed its moniker from a 1978 Italian war film of (nearly) the same name but ignored pretty much everything else. The original Django is a 1966 spaghetti western, directed by Sergio Corbucci and starring Franco Nero as a ruthless gunman. Nero said he's been given a role in the film, but that may well be the only connection – other than that Tarantino will riff off the genre's tropes in much the same way he cheerfully rifled through the "dogs of war" domain last time around.
  • Reining in Quentin Tarantino would be like telling Jimi Hendrix to quit with the guitar solos – and yet someone might have to do it. Could that be the secret behind the screenplay's bizarre leaking? After all, if you're determined to win an argument, there's nothing like having a bit of backup.
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Review: Holiday/Chapters from the Pandemic ~ theatre notes - 0 views

  • a series of apparently artless, inconsequential dialogues, interspersed with a capella performances of baroque love songs by Schubert, Bononcini or Gluck that excavate the unspoken desires that run beneath the skin of idle conversation.
  • We watch, with the lone man, a ship pass over the horizon (a video inspired by Simryn Gill’s work Vessel) and for once, the awkward question of self is left behind, absorbed in contemplation.
  • In its artful artlessness, Holiday reminded me of the anti-spectacle of Jérôme Bel’s beautiful Pichet Klunchun and Myself, which was one of the highlights of last year’s Melbourne Festival. Like Bel, Ranters Theatre achieves a profound and joyous lightness.
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The Fever - Wallace Shawn - Theater - Review - New York Times - 0 views

  • Mr. Shawn has amusingly chosen to acknowledge this paradox in the new production that opened last night at the Acorn Theater, directed by Scott Elliott for the New Group. The evening begins with a Champagne reception (Pommery, no less) held on the stage a half-hour before showtime. Mr. Shawn can be seen mingling with hoi polloi, the dome of his bald head bobbing genially as he exchanges chitchat with audience members. (At the reviewed performance, not-so-hoi polloi gathering onstage included the novelist William Kennedy, the playwright Tina Howe and the actor Ethan Hawke.)
  • Despite the density and richness of its language, however, “The Fever” doesn’t go very deep in its analysis of the fundamental causes of the world’s inequities or posit any rational ideas about how they could be eased. Mr. Shawn is limited by the scope of the narrator’s experience, of course — an economist or political scientist he is not — but the resulting narrative circles around a few basic conclusions that seem thinner and more obvious the more they are illustrated or simply repeated.
  • Mr. Shawn’s literary models are more likely Kafka and Dostoyevsky, and at its best, “The Fever” does achieve the hypnotic force of those explorers of the uncanny.
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  • Mr. Shawn exposes the contradictions and compromises of the urban liberal mind with a mercilessness that is sly and at times hilarious.
  • The Fever” offers an intimate tour of the tortured consciousness of an angst-ridden, well-to-do American, but Mr. Shawn’s real goal is to hold an unflattering mirror up to his well-meaning, liberally inclined audience. It’s sort of like Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness,” with you, dear viewer, cast in the distasteful role of Kurtz.
  • “My feeling in my heart a sympathy for the poor does not change the life of the poor,” our narrator unsurprisingly says toward the play’s conclusion. At least Mr. Shawn displays a self-knowledge to match his narrator’s when he has him continue, “And artists who create works of art that inspire sympathy and good values don’t change the life of the poor.”
  • Its simple finger-pointing at the egoism and materialism of the complacent bourgeoisie seems reductive.
  • More to the point, I think Mr. Shawn overestimates his audience’s taste for self-flagellation by a good half-hour. “The Fever” would cut deeper into the consciousness if it were shorter. He should know that a 90-minute monologue gives too much rein for straying thoughts about dinner plans and how best to catch a taxi after the performance. And perhaps — who knows? — a few audience members might put that half-hour to better use, studying or working for gradual improvements in the lives of others rather than lamenting their own egoism over glasses of Champagne.
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Peter Brook: and for my next trick … | Stage | The Guardian - 0 views

  • In his youth Peter Brook was famed for his pyrotechnic dazzle. "He cooks," wrote Kenneth Tynan in 1953, "with cream, blood and spices: bread-and-water addicts must look elsewhere." But, at 85, Brook is a very different director. Since 1974, when he took over the artistic directorship of the Bouffes du Nord in Paris, his work has been characterised by its clarity, lightness and distilled elegance
  • His 90-minute production of Mozart's A Magic Flute, which comes to the Barbican next week, is quintessential late Brook. Out go the opera's pantomimic spectacle, big processions and trios of boys and ladies. Instead, we have a stage bare except for bamboo poles and minimal props and a young, nine-strong cast who deliver the work – sung in German with dialogue in French – crucially situated in front of Franck Krawczyk at the piano. As Brook wryly says: "If you come to this production looking for something that will slam you in the eyes, you've come to the wrong address."
  • The librettist, Schikaneder, obviously wanted a big, fun popular show with plenty of scenic effects. But he and Mozart were both freemasons and, at a time when the movement was regarded by the Archduke as a potentially subversive political threat, sought to create an opera that is about spiritual trial and initiation. For Mozart, freemasonry represented his intuition that there was something finer and purer in life beyond the material and the everyday."
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  • in Mozart, the music is drawn to the surface by the words."
  • Time is this merciless, corroding force, but you also know that, if you stay with it, it will take you towards the pure essence."
  • for those with ears to hear and eyes to see, A Magic Flute offers not a reduction of Mozart's opera but a beautiful realisation of its inner core.
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