Review of Moulin Rouge

I haven't watched this since it came out back in 2001, and it was an absolute joy to watch - fabulous sets, lovely costumes, surprisingly good singing from a younger Euan McGregor and Nicole Kidman. Lots of nice details that bear looking at more than once, like Kylie's cameo as the anise fairy early on.

I noticed that the very large elephant in the forecourt of the Moulin Rouge nightclub is surprisingly similar to the the animatronic "Sultan's Elephant" that came to London in 2006 - did the latter borrow from the former, or were they both based on something that existed previously?

Watched in the Common House at Springhill via a USB stick and informal distribution.

Review of Rose

A Danish film about a middle-aged woman with schizophrenia whose sister (and sister's husband) takes her on a coach trip to Paris. It's not billed as a comedy, but there are some very funny moments in it, along with lots of pathos and tragedy. I don't know to what extent schizophrenia is like this - and there's not much attempt to portray Rose's inner world, just her outer behaviour. 

I was particularly touched by the way that Rose is more confident and competent when she's in France (where she had a teenage love affair with a married man that precipitated her illness) and when she's speaking French.

Along the way I learned that D-Day is really important to Danish historical memory - I had no idea about this, and about the exiled Danish sailors who participated.

Watched at Lansdown Hall through the film club, and one of the best films I've seen there for a while.

Review of "Mr Phillips" by John Lanchester

How I struggled through this. I like John Lanchester's writing in the LRB, but his fiction leaves me cold. This was particularly depressing. Mr Phillips is a man in his 50s, who has been made redundant from his accountancy job but hasn't told his wife or anyone else yet - and like the Japanese salarymen who might perhaps have inspired the book, he gets dressed for work and heads out for his usual train as if he was going to work. Then he wanders around London all day, thinking about his life, and thinking a lot about sex, and having some interesting and some dull experiences. 

He reflects on the pleasures and frustrations of modern life - this book was published in 2000, but it already feels like ancient history...this is a world with compact disc shops in railway stations. There are no smartphones - there may have been one mobile phone mentioned. There's no internet, no online anything. 

And Mr Phillips, who is eight years older than me, feels like a person from another era. I know he's supposed to be a big dull and emotionally sclerotic, but none of the people I know who are eight years older than me are like this.

Review of "Cahokia Jazz" by Francis Spufford

I really loved this book, but I haven't managed to write a review since finishing it more than two weeks ago - I wonder why not?

Let's started with what I liked. It's alternative history, which is a genre I enjoy - speculative fiction merged with history, what's not to like? And I like the scenario of this one, which is that the variant of smallpox that arrived in North America with the first Europeans was the non-lethal variety, so the Native American population was not devastated. And it ties really nicely into what I recall from The Dawn of Everything including how advanced Native American civilisations were, the existence of potential other routes of development, and Cahokia itself, a Native American urban civilisation.

Spufford has imagined how such a civilisation would have advanced into and alongside the modern, urban, industrial civilisation of the United States - the alt-history Cahokia is part of the US but still somewhat distinct politically and much more distinct culturally.  It's well imagined and beautifully described.

I also like the way that Spufford has avoided those long passages explaining the course of the alternative history - in the best tradition of alt-history there's an author's after-note, but no long explanatory passages. 

As in his book Golden Hill, Spufford - an English white bloke, as far as I know - has a great insight into the workings of race in America. The main character is of Native American descent but grew up in a white-run orphanage, so he both is and isn't connected to the Native American civilisation of Cahokia. And he's a Jazz musician, so his friends are mainly Black Americans, and he's partly connected to their world too.

The actual murder mystery plot, and the other characters - are great too. I was really sorry when it ended.

I'd like to say a bit more about the ending, which has some parallels with what happened at the end of The Lincoln Highway, but that would be a spoiler.

Review of His Three Daughters

Moving but not exactly enjoyable film about three women - two sisters and a half-sister - gathered in a New York apartment to be there for their father in his dying days. There's a few palliative care nurses who come in and out, and a few other characters, but mainly it's just the three women and their difficult relationships.

It feels like it could have been a stage play without much difficulty, even though the youngest of the woman sometimes goes outside the apartment to smoke weed.

Definitely worth watching - and I'd be grateful if someone could explain the ending to me.

Watched on Netflix.

Review of The Big Sleep

Watched this again last night - I've seen it before but I felt like watching it again. I've read the book, which was also confusing. I think I read somewhere that Chandler cobbled it together from bits that he had written, with the result that it's stylish and atmospheric but the plot doesn't really make sense. Also that the screenwriters on the film asked him to explain the plot, and he couldn't. On top of that I think that some things seem to have been cut from the book's narrative - wasn't the Geiger character involved in some sort of porn racket, and wasn't Carmen Rutledge being blackmailed because the photos of her were porn? I didn't get that from the film, though I did have a few little sleeps of my own during it.

Despite all this I did enjoy it. I note in passing that Lauren Bacall was not conventionally pretty, and that Humphrey Bogart would be scrawny by the standards of today's Hollywood. The men all wear great suits and hats, the women - even the minor characters - wear great outfits.

Watched on BBC iPlayer via Chromecast. 

Review of Elizabethtown

Another overlong and somewhat shapeless comedy. It felt like the plot was made up of bits left over from other films...a young man who is a shoe designer for a fictionalised version of Nike has a spectacular (and implausible) failure with one of his projects, decides to kill himself in an implausible and horrible way, but is interrupted by the news that his father has died. He must go back to his father's Kentucky small town hometown, and on the way he meets heartwarming people including the quirky but attractive air stewardess on his otherwise-empty flight, and they fall in love, and...get the idea?

Too long, not funny enough, kept feeling like it should have ended.

Watched on Netflix.

Review of Lee

Biopic about the war photographer Lee Miller. Ruth liked it, I didn't so much - it felt overlong, with terrible stilted dialogue and not very interesting storytelling. Shame, because Kate Winslet's acting is fine, and the cinematography is good too.

I was surprised, though, to find out that Miller covered the war, and took some of the first and most harrowing pictures of the Nazi concentration camps, while working for British Vogue. She's really shocked towards the end when she discovers that Vogue hasn't published her most searing pictures; I'm shocked that she ever thought that it might. 

Watched at the Vue cinema - haven't done that for a while.

Review of La Chimera

Strange Italian film, billed as a "comedy-drama" (that really ought to be a warning bell by now) but with no actual laughs. It's about archaeological looters - grave robbers who find Etruscan tombs, steal the grave goods and sell them to a fence, who sells them on to collectors. The central character is a tall, gangling, troubled English man who has just returned from a prison term and re-establishes contact with his gang of fellow-looters and with an older woman, living in a decaying grand house, who may be the mother of his former (and deceased) lover.  He seems to have some unexplained ability to find graves, either just by feeling them or with a dowsing rod.

There are some fantasy sequences - things that can't happen in a realistic narrative (for example, when the people on a train turn out to be the dead souls of the graves that he has robbed who want their votive offerings back).

There's a particular good, sinister moment when the gang board a grand and marvellous paddle steamer ship where the fence is making a slick sales presentation to some museum curators, including the presentation of documents of provenance which we know to be forged. 

It felt a bit overlong and sometimes confusing, but it was still good.

Watched at Lansdown Hall - a Stroud Film Club showing.

Review of Anna+

 Slow and not entirely interesting Dutch film about a young lesbian whose partner moves to Montreal, and she's supposed to follow in a few months, only they both agree to be open and polyamorous and it doesn't work out well as they both find new people to have sex with. 

Lots of sex in the film, none of which seemed erotic. The young woman identifies as queer but both her and her girlfriend (the word they use in the subtitles) seem very vanilla and un-queer, though there's a bit of drag dressing up with her bunch of lovely lesbian and gay friends.

Watched on Netflix. I'm glad it was there - positive role models for young LGBTQ people and all that - but it was a bit boring for me.

Review of "Another Country" by James Baldwin

I know I am a bit late to the party, but James Baldwin is an amazing writer. This one is set (mainly) in New York and follows the lives of several characters, white and Black, male and female, gay and straight. Close third person narrative, so it feels very immediate but the reader doesn't have a guarantee that it's going to turn out OK, as first person narrator tends to imply. Lots of pain and suffering, as much from gender and orientation as from race - Baldwin is really good at getting inside the heads of different kinds of people.