All right, before 2014 progresses even more, let me round up my look at 2013 by sharing my top five films of that year with you. Note that I do not follow recent releases too closely and that what I watch and what tickles my fancy often is anything but recent.
If you enjoy unexpected encounters and rediscovers of old gems keep on reading.
2046, which was released in 2004, is a multi-layered film with the hypnotic quality of a labyrinth. 2046 refers to a lot of things: the number of room the main protagonist, Chow Mo-wan, first wants to move in when he returns to Hong Kong from Singapore; it also refers to the end of the one-country-two-systems period during which Hong Kong will remain a mostly autarchic entity within the People’s Republic of China; and it also refers to the year 2046, about which Chow Mo-wan writes a science-fiction novel. It is a film about lost love, about unrequited love, about not seeing what is right in front of you. I do not think I have even begun to understand this film, and I will need to revisit it many times over before having any right to claim that I do, but I already like it. It combines the lavish visual language of In the Mood for Love with exceptional performances. For instance, Ziyi Zhang bedazzles as Bai Ling, the later inhabitant of room 2046. One thought that kept me occupied during this film is whether it aspires to turn melancholia, the knowledge that Chow Mo-wan’s relationships are doomed to fail, into a positive feeling. I know this sounds contradictory, but this is how large swaths of the film felt for me.
Age of innocence
The Age of Innocence was released in 1993, and it is an adaptation of Edith Wharton’s 1920 like-named novel. Newland Archer (Daniel Day-Lewis) and Countess Ellen Olenska (Michelle Pfeiffer) meet each other in late 19th-century New York, but the attraction they feel to each other never escapes the cage of contemporary cultural conventions, since she is a soon-to-be divorce (shocking!) and he is already engaged. I had some vague memories of this film from watching it back in the last millennium, and I have to say that this work of Scorsese definitely holds up well (the other that comes to mind that has aged well with me is Bringing out the Dead). The acting is sublime and the settings stunning. What really fascinated me was how the narrow culture of that time not only traps Countess Olenska but also Newland Archer. While one often might cast the past of oppressive for women while men were free ranging, I rather doubt this simple equation carries much water, and the film does a great job at illustrating how everyone is ruled by the cultural code of the time, and few seem to actually thrive.
The Italian Job
The Italian Job is a late 1960s caper film that is pure fun. Don’t expect any deep contemplations about life, crime, the Mafia, Italy. Rather, this film is a mere action film featuring very enjoyable acting, and the film is not apologetic about being a mere fun ride.
Le Mouton Enragé (Love at the Top)
This film is a fascinating reflection on the sexual revolution (as it plays out in 1970s France) and the story of Nicholas Mallet and his climb up the social ladder through the bed of a seemingly unending chain of women. Jean-Louis Trintignant excels as Nicholas Mallet, and the film never forces the viewer in liking or disliking Mallet’s rather sleazy figure. While he seems to have achieved everything he originally wanted at the end of the film, his victory has a rather strong Pyrrhic taste. I still think the closing scene has to be counted as a modern classic.
This film stars Gwenyth Paltrow as the daughter of a brilliant mathematician, and she might rival him in his greatness. However, the story is not that simple: her father suffered from schizophrenia and she is afraid that that is what she actually inherited from her father, not her mathematical gifts. This is the second time I watched this film, and her portrayal of the borderland of brilliance and disease while retaining her vulnerability differentiates this film from your boiler-plate “crazy-genius” flick. While I do not think it’s the best film ever about this topic, Paltrow’s performance managed to captivate me yet again and I find it deeply touching.
I also have to mention Pitch Perfect for partially brilliant a-cappella performances, The Hunger Games for a solid novel adaptation, and Push as my guilty pleasure of the year. I know it’s not an artistic master piece, it is pure and simple fun for me.
In mid December 2014 I visited York, U.K. and had the chance to see two contemporary-art exhibitions. Before I continue I have to explain the following: When it comes to me and modern-art you have to know that I have honestly no clue about it, and often do not care too much about it either. Well, the latter is actually not true. Rather, it is complicated. While I actually can connect aesthetically to a lot of modern art (I, for instance, really like Millennium Park in Chicago, IL), I usually do not understand its language, I have no ready access to its ontology. Yes, I could do something about this lack, but until recently it had not been high up on my priority list. However, when I got the chance to visit AND discuss contemporary-art exhibitions in York, U.K., I embraced the opportunity. I liked the idea of letting go, of experiencing something that I most certainly was not able to decipher. In other words I was going to be a barbarian who did not really understand what he was exposed to, and, in spirit of Pirsig, whenever you do not understand you can learn something new. I am all about growing and changing. So, this blog post is about new experiences, new views, about growing, about fumbling around in a realm where you do not have your usual command about semantics and ontology, and it is also about travelling.
Justin McKeown (thanks!) contacted Charlotte Salt from Salt & Powell for me, and the exhibitions were opened exclusively to me (thanks!). I had thus ample time to stroll around. It was a great opportunity.
The exhibitions on display were Click + Spill and New Glue. Click + Spill featured the work of “established” local but also international artists, while New Glue featured the work of 2nd-year fine-arts students at York St. John University. I’ll discuss the two exhibitions in exactly that order. Continue reading
Very good read.
Originally posted on Postcards without stamps:
I seem to be coming across very illuminating articles recently. Here is one that is wonderfully enlightening and fully informative. It is a must-read. Please do share it further. It’s good to dispel doubts and clarify confusions: 3 Myths That Block Progress for The Poor – Annual Open Letter by Bill Gates.
Just wanted to provide you a brief update on my upload schedule.
Until further notice I will upload on blog post each week, and on average half of them will be pictures. I will try to interleave text uploads with picture uploads, but, especially when writing a series, you might have to wait a bit for pictures. If you crave more pictures let me know, I have many, many more.
Since I am super busy at work and have a side project (more about that soon), I might lower my blogging frequency to two posts a week. Let’s wait and see.
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I wish I could write like her.
Originally posted on The Squeaky Robot:
Five years ago, I decided I would love Hanoi. I was reading a travel piece on it while waiting for my dentist to finish drilling holes into someone else’s head. It seemed like a place for romantics – the literary romantics, the ones who can stare at a leaf for three hours and see the whole universe, the ones who spot a lone red balloon and are suddenly devastated. It seemed like Hanoians hovered on their scooters and bikes, creating a ceaseless, connected blur from dawn to dusk and through the night like a floating infinity symbol. It would be a place where I could be alone and not feel alone. Color would be everywhere.
These are lofty expectations. I typically don’t nurture these idealisms because the very hallmark of an ideal is its unattainability. Having absolutely no expectations for any place is the safest bet, and it often enables a deep-seated openness and appreciation for new surroundings. If you’re not flying high then your fall will be markedly less painful; you’re freer on the ground.
But I need to dream; I need Hanoi. I need to buy a yellow bike and roam the city with my camera. I need to descend on alleyways dripping with laundry, and I need to try all the street food I possibly can. I need to pull off the photo projects I have in store, I need to learn some Vietnamese because why not, I need to figure out a way to make a little money, not a lot, just a little, and I need to find an apartment with crumbling walls that is situated above a small restaurant, grill smoke drifting through my windows, so I can sit on my balcony and watch the little plastic street chairs being filled every night by people who like each other.