Review of Bhaji on The Beach

We were after a feelgood film, but this wasn't it. I guess it just hasn't aged well - it's from 1993, and it features a group of women from an Asian women's centre being taken for a day's outing from the West Midlands to Blackpool. It mainly felt like a collection of not very interesting or engaging stereotypes.

Watched at Jane's house, streamed via Amazon Prime.

Review of Tar

Long, with a slow start, but after about half an hour it become absolutely gripping - even though it's about the world of high culture music, with which I have relatively little connection. Because it's also about corruption, and privilege, and exploitation and treachery, and how far it's possible for someone to fall. 

Just brilliant, watch it.

Watched on BBC iPlayer.

Review of Brides

A surprisingly light but clever and thoughtful film about two British Muslim girls who journey to Syria to join Daesh - obviously based on the Shamira Begum case. It explores their reasons for wanting to leave their families and go somewhere unknown and dangerous - unhappy family relationships, a rotten environment at school and teachers who really don't seem to notice what is going on. They're not fanatics or even very devout.

A lot of the action happens in Turkey, as they try to reach and then cross the border into Syria. There's tension but no real terror for most of the film - it almost feels like a caper movie. Most of the Turkish people are kind and helpful to them.

Watched as part of the Stroud Film Festival, with a discussion afterwards featuring women from the Bristol Somali Kitchen (one of the girls in the film is Somali).

Review of Sometimes, Always, Never

Strange, sad film about a man (Bill Nighy) whose son has disappeared, and how he and his other son pass their time searching for him, physically and online. The family used to play Scrabble - in fact, Bill Nighy's character is something of a Scrabble hustler, playing against strangers for money, and there's a lot about the game in the film.

From the descriptions I'd expected it to be funny, but it mainly wasn't - not bad, just not at all feelgood. The end is supposed to be a sort of redemption, but it didn't feel like it to me.

Watched via USB stick and informal distribution.

Review of "The Time of Our Singing" by Richard Powers

A wonderful, long (one of the reviewers on the cover describes it as "epic" and that felt right) book about music, culture, race, antisemitism and the Holocaust, and how all that plays out through the life of a mixed race couple and their children. It takes in key moments in Black American history, and even touches on some important Physics stuff - Albert Einstein has a walk-on part, because one of the main characters is a scatty German-Jewish physicist genius. Something on how a life can have a shape, and touch on other lives.

I've read other books by Richard Powers, and they were also good, but this shows how broad his range is.

So much to think about - I was really sad when I'd finished it.

Review of Wild Rose

Lovely feelgood film that ended the Stroud Film Festival. I'd seen it before, but enjoyed it a lot more this time - maybe because I watched it in a cinema surrounded by lots of other people who were enjoying it, maybe because it followed a succession of good but grim films at the festival. Oh, and Jessie Buckley now carries all the wonderfulness of her other roles, which were not part of my experience last time round. 

Review of The Half of It

A nice, enjoyable American High School romcom, if that's not an oxymoron. It's a re-telling of Cyrano de Bergerac, only this time the clever writer hiding behind the goofy and inept would-be lover is a Chinese migrant girl, who is already writing her co-students' essays for them with the full knowledge of the class English teacher. And though she's writing the love letters and text messages for the goof, she herself has a lesbian crush on the object of his romantic love.

Anyway, it's a surprisingly nice film. 

Watched on someone else's laptop via HDMI cable to someone else's big TV - so I don't know how it came to be obtained.

Review of "Hope in the Dark: Untold Histories, Wild Possibilities" by Rebecca Solnit

I used to write about technology for a living, and I ended up writing about first technology-enabled transport, and then “smart cities”. There’s quite a lot of overlap between these two domains. One of the things that I encountered was what I ended up calling “zombie projects” – pilots and trials that had come to an end, but continued to be reported as if they were contemporary and ongoing. Unlike the way zombies are usually depicted, though, zombie projects were the subject of relentlessly cheerful narratives. Ideas that had turned out to be dead ends, or moderate failings from which learnings could be drawn, were still success stories in zombie-project-land. 

I was reminded of this when I read Rebecca Solnit’s book. It’s about hopefulness, so it’s inevitably a compilation of success stories. Trouble is, it’s from 2016, so we know how a lot of the stories turned out. Solnit’s a “horizontalist” anarchist, and she wants to believe that spontaneous non-hierarchical organisation works well. Truth is, sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn’t. It seems to me that it can sometimes work for short term mutual aid settings, and for organising protests, but that it doesn’t for long term projects about political or social transition. 

For the most part the Arab Spring was a ghastly failure. There was a transition in Tunisia, though I haven’t followed up on how it’s turned out now. But in other countries the decentralised non-hierarchical organisation that is so celebrated didn’t lead to anything good. In Bahrain the pro-democracy protesters were gunned down. In Egypt the non-hierarchical opposition led first to the triumph of the entirely hierarchical and disciplined Muslim Brotherhood, and then to the overthrow of the elected Muslim Brotherhood government by the same militarist forces who had been in control in the first place. 

And the protests and boycotts that the book celebrates? Sometimes they were successful, at least in their own limited terms, but the world is not transformed. Capitalism is more powerful than it was in 2016, economic inequality is worse, the atmosphere is more full of Carbon Dioxide…

There’s no analysis of what worked and what didn’t – even though such analysis is possible...Vincent Bevin’s book “If We Burn: The Mass Protest Decade and the Missing Revolution” did this in an honest way, though it’s still short on prescriptions. If we keep learning the wrong lessons from our experiences, and in particular if we fetishise some kinds or organisation (the leaderless, non-hierarchical thing) despite experience, then we will never move forward.

I understand that it’s important to raise our spirits, and to keep believing that things might go our way. But transparent dishonesty about success stories has the opposite effect, at least for me. If we are not prepared to learn anything from both our successes and our failures, then we are engaged in pointless gestures, not actual political transformation.

Review of Lute Como Uma Menina

Documentary about a wave of school occupations in Brazil in 2015 (the film was made in 2016), and screened by local radical youth group The RYSE.

The student strikers interviewed are all young women - there are some men/boys involved in the strike, but the film doesn't centre them. They're all passionate, articulate and thoughtful, and it's a joy to watch. Lots of surprises about corruption in the Brazilian school system, and the brutal response of the police.

Watched at the Trinity Rooms as part of Stroud Film Festival.

Review of Shoot The People

Another documentary in the Stroud Film Festival, this time about photographer Misan Harriman, who captures pictures of people engaged in protest. It was good, enjoyable and moving, though I did wonder whether - in the era of facial recognition - it's actually a good thing to put pictures of protesters online. Not a few were wearing masks, but not all of them. 

Misan Harriman is clearly a mensch - even though he's documenting the protests for Palestine he makes it clear he's not on the side of Hamas, or hostage taking, and he has lots of pictures of Jews protesting for Palestine.

Review of Santosh

Really good Indian film about a police investigation, in which the main investigators are both women  -because the case, which is about the rape and murder of a Dalit woman, is handled by a special women's police unit.

The younger of the police women is only in the force because she has "inherited" her policeman husband's job on his death, which seems like a very weird arrangement, but turns out to be a real thing.

It's a very hard watch, with lots of graphic depictions of police brutality, corruption and caste-based hatred. 

Reminded me again why I really don't want to go to India and experience the beauty and the culture.

Watched at Lansdown as part of Stroud Film Festival.

Review of Blue Has No Borders

Nice and rather beautiful documentary about the way different people in Folkestone have responded to the arrival of migrants crossing the channel in small boats, and featuring the documentary maker's attempt to get people with very different perspectives to talk and listen to each other. As the film unfolds there's a lot about identity, and belonging, and of course Brexit. At one point there are interviews (voice over only, we don't see the people talking) with French people about how they feel they've lost their connection with England, which had been important to them. 

The film was very moving, the more so because of the panel discussion with the director Jessi Gutch, who moved to Folkestone from London and spoke about how she'd set out to make one film (about confrontation with the far right) and found herself making another. The panel was chaired by one friend and included two others - I love Stroud.

It rather reminded me of another film from a couple of years ago - Seaside Special, about Cromer and how it processed Brexit.

Watched in Lansdown as part of Sroud Film Festival.

Review of Sanatorium

A really dismal and depressing documentary film about a crumbling sanatorium in Ukraine. Someone thought it was quirky and charming, but it's grim watching. A sanatorium is a weird thing anyway, a cross between a hotel-resort and a hospital, with lots of unpleasant looking treatments administered by weird overweight therapists using antiquated equipment that looks like it belongs in a steampunk movie. Mud baths, inside wrapped in plastic sheet, and outdoors in the shallow waters of a river estuary that is silting up.  The guests are mainly miserable - bereaved, ill, and overweight like the staff - though some of them cheer each other up occasionally. And all this against the background of the war with Russia - one of the guests is a recovering soldier with PTSD, one a bereaved widow, and there are frequent air raid alerts and trips to the shelters.

Watched at Lansdown Hall as part of the Stroud Film Festival.

Review of A Real Pain

Unsatisfactory film about two American youngish men on a trip to Poland to honour the memory of their grandmother. They're first cousins and their relationship is complex - a bit angry, a bit adulatory. But the film has little nuance in its treatment of the relationship between American Jews and their European ancestry. There's a lachrymose scene in which the tour group visits a death camp and it makes them all speechless, but the film has got nothing to say about this apart from the obvious.

Oddly this covers the same territory as "Everything is Illuminated" which is a much better film (but which I don't seem to have reviewed).

Even more oddly there's a scene in this film where the two Americans go up on to the roof of their hotel to smoke dope, and we see them going up the hotel staircase. When I was in Warsaw, on a work trip, there was a fire alarm and I had to go down the hotel stairs, from the 12th floor. The stairs in my hotel looked a lot like the stairs in theirs.

Watched on a USB stick, via informal download.

Review of A Bridge Too Far

Star studded but not all that engaging war movie about Operation Market Garden, and what a dreadful cock-up it was. Not a bad study of military incompetence, but it grinds on at great length to its obvious conclusion, and tries to provide some dignity and honour to the Allied soldiers when there wasn't really much to go round.

Small personal note; my Dad's 43 Group hero Gerry Flamberg fought at Arnhem, was taken prisoner, and was decorated for his bravery.

Watched on BBC iPlayer.