Monday, February 20, 2023

Review of Ay Carmela

Not very satisfying film by Carlos Saura about an entertainer couple in the Spanish Civil War. Early on in the film they are busy cheering up a mixed bunch of Republican soldiers - some proper soldiers mixed in with anarchist militia, both men and women. It's 1938, so that may be a historical inaccuracy - weren't the women relegated to behind-the-lines roles by then? 

The entertainers get lost on the road to Valencia and find themselves trapped behind enemy lines, and they transform their act into a pro-fascist one, even though the woman half of the couple is not so happy about it. But there's something lacking in the depiction - they are neither agonized (though she is a bit, sometimes) not cynical. Maybe that's realistic, but it doesn't feel right in the film. 

Some great details in the filming...flags, and posters, and trashed towns and villages, but a bit of a disappointment.

Watched via PC, HDMI cable and informal distribution.

Thursday, February 16, 2023

Review of Who Killed The KLF?

A film almost as weird as the KLF itself, which seems to have been as much prank as music band. I must admit that I rather liked "Last Train to Transcentral", and I really loved "Justified and Ancient", and now I'm not sure if that makes me a dupe of the prank or a knowing participant in the satire - I don't know whether it matters either. I quite enjoyed The Illuminatus trilogy, about which they made quite a big deal...though in the world in which we now live it doesn't seem quite as funny as it did.

This stuff was all coming out in the early 1990s, when I was the dad of very young children and not in any way a participant in rave culture, but I did like the KLF. The film is interesting and shows the extent to which they were always as much pranksters (and perhaps even conmen) as much as artists. Their early hits were based on ripping off other stuff and a sharp understanding of howto game the music business, which - delightfully - they then shared with others.

I am pleased to see that though they were absolutely embedded in the music business, they don't seem to have been posh boys - their rejection of the business was not based on noblesse and largesse.

The film spends quite a lot of time talking about the famous money-burning stunt. I still have very mixed feelings about that, but I'm also aware that it shows a better and more nuanced critique of what mone means in a capitalist system than the daft twats who claim that "cash is freedom".

Monday, February 13, 2023

Review of "Back to The Bible" by H G G Herklots

A surprisingly enjoyable read from the 1950s, written by the Vicar of Doncaster and intended as a guide for other parish priests covering what they need to know about the scriptures. Amazing that at that period it seemed possible for a local vicar to be familiar with and on top of this stuff...I rather feel that their equivalents today don't have the time or inclination to deal with any of this. I wonder how many local vicars even know what Aramaic is - I rather thnk that the one here, who is a lovely man in many ways, might not. 

This is primarily a straightforward non-fundamentalist view of how the various texts were created and transmitted. The early bit focuses on translations of the texts, and the later bit on different versions. There's not much on how texts were chosen or rejected for inclusion in the canon, which I would have liked. And the author assumes familiarity with the structure of the New Testament, though not so much with the Hebrew Bible (the "Old Testament")...whereas for me the opposite is true.

I got a lot out of it, though, including a confirmation of my gradually strengthening view that Christianity is not a "descendant" of Judaism, but that both religions are descendants of the earlier "Judaite" (my word, I'm sure there is a better one) religion, that centred on a single temple, hereditary priests and animal sacrifice - nothing at all like present-day Judaism, even though the latter presents itself as a natural continuation of the former. 

Saturday, February 11, 2023

Review of The Lobster

Oh blimey this is a weird, mind-blowing one. In a future in which it's not permissible to be single, those without relationships are sent to a special hotel where they have 45 days to partner up, and if they fail they are turned into an animal of their choice. The hotel is presided over by a cruel manager brilliantly played by Olivia Colman, and there are some tropes that wouldn't be out of place in a BDSM-themed porn film - the chambermaids provide perfunctory regular sexual teasing to keep the male "guests" focused on their task of finding a mate, and masturbation is punished with mutiliation of the hand by insertion into a toaster. The acting is weirdly dead-pan, and there are lots of strange details.

Oh, and in the woods there is a community of singles, The Loners, who enforce the state of not being partnered with the same cruelty that the mainstream society punishes singleness. This community is also provided over by a matriach, played by the gorgeous Lea Seydoux. The hotel dwellers hunt the loners with dart guns, and when they catch them they are allowed extra days at the hotel before the ultimate penalty of being turned into an animal is enforced.

There are lots of other weird and horrible details, but really you are going to have to watch this one for yourself...and you should.

Watched on Netflix.

Review of Master Cheng

A soppy, sentimental film about migration and being a foreigner by Finnish director Mika Kaurismäki, who has done much better than this. Chinese guy turns up in a small Lapland town looking for a Finnish hockey player who bailed him out of a debt to "bad guys", and ends up staying to become the cook in the gruesome local diner where the cute but troubled owner reguarly provides horrible food to a community of humourous curmudgeons. He wins her heart and theirs, and ends up marrying her and staying, and becoming reconciled to Finnish culture as they all become enthusiasts for Chinese cooking.

It's a sweet, beautiful but not very interesting film, and it soft-soaps the problems of migration and exile into a fairy tale. It's also oddly like the film Le Havre, by Kaurismäki's younger brother Ari, which also features a refugee taken in and cherished by the local community.  

Review of "The Second Sleep" by Robert Harris

Not one of his better books, but I am amazed at the volume of his output, all of which is at least good enough. This is a post-apocalyptic story, set in an England which has returned to a mainly medieval level of technological and economic civilisation, dominated by an Anglican church that jealously guards access to any knowledge about the past. The world making is a bit better than the plot and the characters, and it carried me along, but I wasn't all that engaged.

Thursday, February 02, 2023

Review of Bergman Island

Beautiful but slightly boring film about a film-making couple on a trip to the island where Bergman made a lot of his films...they are a bit troubled in their relationship - he's more successful and famous, she is stuck on a film that she can't finish. And then we get the story of her film as a story-within-the-story, still on the same island and with some overlapping actors. And that's a good thing, because it's much more interesting than the frame-story. Forty-five minutes in and I couldn't see how the film could be saved, because it was so dull, but the story-within-the-story redeemed it. Lots of messing with your head with narrative inconsistencies, buildings that aren't there in both stories, etc.

Watched at Lansdown Film Club, sitting on the agonizingly painful chairs.

Review of You People

Mainly grim "comedy" about relations between Black people and Jews in contemporary America, framed by a youngish Jewish man (who loves "the culture", meaning Black American culture) who accidentally meets and then falls in love with a young Afro-American woman. Then they introduce each other to their respective families and it all goes wrong - the Jewish family is painfully and awkwardly liberal, the Black family father is a follower of the antisemite Louis Farrakhan, and they break up before being re-united in an implausible fairy-tale reconciliation ending.

Netflix.

Review of "Lila: An Inquiry into Morals" by Robert Pirsig

I made it to about page 100 and then gave up. This is pompous, pseudy unreadable stuff, and if there are important philosophical ideas in there then I will have to find them some other way. I've had it on my bookshelf for years, thinking that I ought to read it one day because I had some vague memory of enjoying the author's first book, "Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance". As I tried to plough through this I began to remember that I hadn't actually enjoyed that either...I just thought that it was somehow good for me, because it was supposed to be profound and all the cool people were reading it.

Now I know better and life is too short.

Review of Gravity

Enjoyable gripping space-set disaster movie, with Sandra Bullock as a non-astronaut scientist marooned in space by a debris storm that kills her colleagues and destroys her spacecraft. Agrophobia, claustrophobia, and vertigo in equal measures, but very well made and engaging.

Watched on Prime Video via Louis's phone.

Sunday, January 22, 2023

Review of "All Together Now?: One Man's Walk in Search of His Father and a Lost England" by Mike Carter

 


Not a brilliant book, but quite a good one. It's a "journey across England" book, and they all have some things in common - the writer-traveller meets some nice people and has heartwarming experiences, and he/she meets some nasty people and has some horrible experiences. Sometimes people are welcoming and kind, sometimes the accomodation is really awful. The balance between these sets the feeling for the book.

But this is also a personal story, because Mike Carter is doing the journey to achieve some sort of reconciliation with his now-dead father Peter Carter, a Communist Party and UCATT militant who organised the early 1980s People's March for Jobs. I may be reading things backwards, but even at the time I was a bit underwhelmed with this project, and I think I was right...it feels and felt like an exercise in supplication, not militancy or direct action.

The parts of the book that are most moving are where he deals with the personal stuff - his estrangement from his father and his family via his brief bit of upwards social mobility, and it's interesting when he sets that in the narrative of the working class as a whole. Other parts read they've been cut and pasted from features in The Guardian...the increase in income and wealth inequality, the unaffordability of housing, the largely pointless expansion in higher education vs vocational education...foreign ownership of prime housing and strategic industries...it might have been better if he'd put that all in one place, or left it out all together and concentrated on his observations and personal reflections.

As regards what he finds on his journey, it strikes me that he is conflating several different things, al of which contribute to how shit a tour round most British small town are, but which are not at all the same. First, going on foot across the country you are going to experience a lot of "liminal spaces" - bits that are not for public view, like janitor's cupboards and service ducts. You find these in even the nicest public spaces if you look hard enough, and they are rarely pretty - it's part of what I hate about hotels. If you write about this, and if you pay attention, then things are going to look a bit grim.

Second, he is travelling through a country that is in relative industrial and economic decline. Britain was never going to be top nation for ever, and even if all the urban planning had been great and the inequality addressed by a benign and well-funded social democratic state, things would still have got worse relative to other places and countries.

Third, technological changes - especially the internet and online retail - mean that the face of town centres would have changed whatever. Online shopping is mainly a better experience; local shops can't afford to carry the inventory of everything that I might want, and it's unusual if the staff can help a customer much or even know what's in stock. And the cost of real estate - related of course to another thing that is wrong with Britain - means that online shopping is also going to be cheaper, even with delivery charges. So many local shops are going to close, and thus far what is taking their place is stuff that can't be delivered online - hairdressers, nail bars, tattoo places...

Review of Everything Everywhere All At Once

Too long, and much less than the sum of its parts. Good acting, decent special effects and cinematography, and early on there's a genuine feeling of unease and uncanniness that says we can't be sure whether the central character is really experiencing a breakdown...but it becomes more and more silly, and full of cod-symbols and philosophy, and I started to lose interest. If only they had spent a bit less on special effects and a bit more on the writing.

Watched on Amazon Prime via tablet and Chromecast.

Thursday, January 19, 2023

The Smithsonian Incident

I spent my twenty-fifth birthday in Washington DC. Specifically, I spent it walking around The Mall, and visiting the museums there. I was on a paid-for research trip for my Ph D, but I felt I deserved to have my birthday off. So the afternoon found me in the Smithsonian Institute, a big and deservedly popular museum of American history. In the foyer there was a big display about the words of the song “The Star Spangled Banner”, which featured the actual flag from Fort M’Henry, a huge facsimile of the hand-written words and a picture of the poet Francis Scott Key, who had written them. Looking online I see that the flag is now part of a different display.

I had known a little bit about Scott Key, because he is one of the characters in Sabbatical, a novel by John Barth, an author that I was then rather fond of. In the book Scott Key is a sort of reluctant and belated convert to American patriotism, so his writing the poem “Defence of Fort M'Henry” is all the more poignant; the display does not mention the racist dimension to the lyrics, which include the words “No refuge could save the hireling and slave, From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave, And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave” referring to the fact that the British forces included newly freed slaves.

And while I was musing on this a coiffured southern woman began to tell her daughter, in a loud voice, about how the sight of the still flying flag had inspired Scott Keys to write the poem. She was reading from the caption to the display, but she hadn’t twigged that Francis Scott Keys was a man. Well, the black and white engraving showed a head with long flowing locks, and Francis - or at least Frances - is a woman’s name.

And hearing this, I was transfixed - held between the need to correct her mistake and the rudeness of contradicting a parent in front of their child. It would be worse because my voice would clearly identify me as British, and the Brits were the villains of this story (and most Hollywood films). I did a little wrestle with both sides of my conscience. Imagine the daughter in the future, repeating the same stupid error, and being humiliated by it. Imagine the woman’s humiliation at being corrected in front of her daughter, and by a Brit. 

I did nothing. The moment passed, they walked away to look at something else. I’m still not sure if it was the right choice. 


Review of "Barcelona" by Robert Hughes

I haven't read any Robert Hughes for years - not since The Fatal Shore, about Britain's penal transportation colonies in Australia. That was great, and so is this. He's an art historian by background, and I'm not all that interested in art history, but the descriptions of what is called modernism (and is really art nouveau rather than what everyone else means by modernism) in art, architecture and planning are just wonderful. He's really good on Gaudi, the man and his buildings, but also on some of the other architects and buildings. A bit of a shame that it stops with Gaudi, because it would be nice to hear what he'd make of later architecture too. I've spent a lot of time in Barcelona - I went there every year for Mobile World Congress for years, but even so this book made me want to go there again right now.

I didn't like every aspect of the politics, which is present all the time, but he's rather good on the smug superiority underlying Catalan nationalism and separatism. Mind you, he's not going to win any awards for predictions, since he seems to think that Catalan separatism is over and done with, and that it will gradually fade away.

Thursday, January 12, 2023

Review of Words on Bathroom Walls

Well-meaning young adult film about a young man with schizophrenia, which attempts to convey something of what that's like. Sometimes scary, but the film almost makes it seem a bit cool - I note that like John Nash in "A Beautiful Mind" he is haunted, if that's the right word, by some consistent imaginary people - a young hippy woman, a cool dude version of himself/best friend, and a group of threatening African-American bodyguards with a baseball bats. Do real schizophrenics experience their hallucinations like that? I don't know - other reviews seem to hint that the film pretties up what it feels like to be schizophrenic.

It was a decent enough film to watch, on Netflix, despite a rash of high-school movie cliches.

Thursday, January 05, 2023

Review of "Living Revolution: Anarchism in the Kibbutz Movement" by James Horrox

This is, for the most part, 137 pages of disappointment, with the feeling that somewhere in there is a better book struggling to get out. I'd hoped that the author really had uncovered some unknown-to-me connections between proper class struggle anarchists and the people who had founded developed the kibbutz movement. Spoiler alert; he hasn't. The book is about how the early kibbutzim were, to an extent, inspired by the writings of some utopian socialists and spiritually oriented Tolstoyans, and not only driven by necessity towards communal living, but that's hardly a surprise. After finding out that Emma Goldman had written favourably about anarchist comrades among the Jewish settlers in Palestine I was hoping to find out more, but I didn't. 

Instead we learn that some of the founders of the utopian and "nonpolitical" socialist currents among the early Zionist settlers had read Kropotkin. Others were inspired by a mainly-forgotten German utopian called Gustav Landauer, who had once been a class struggle anarchist but moved towards the slightly creepy spiritual-awakening, personal transformation tendency. Ironically, Landauer ended up Education Minister in the short-lived Bavarian Soviet Republic before being murdered by the Freikorps as the republic was overthrown. 

More familiar figures are also discussed, like the prophet of Jewish personal transformation through physical labour A D Gordon and the Labour Zionist Chaim Arlosoroff - the book doesn't mention it, but his former girlfriend Magda became Mrs Goebbels, which surely merits a Netfix mini-series. Horrox cites both of these as influencers of another sort of socialism, distinct from the Marxism of the Labour Zionists in Poalei Zion and Left Poalei Zion, in the emerging Jewish settler community in interwar Palestine, which he chooses to call anarchism. I'd be very surprised if either Gordon or Arlosoroff ever thought of themselves as anarchists. Arlosoroff was a big fan of staying close to the British, and was also intrumental in the Haavara agreement with the Nazis, so not exactly your typical anarchist.

Weirdly, there is almost no account of the historical and political context in which this was happening. Zionist immigration, the construction of the Zionist state-in-waiting, and the creation of the network of utopian communes on which the book focuses, all took place in the framework enabled by a British colonial occupation. Zionist settlers could be Marxists or anarchists or anything else, but they could not do without the shelter of the British military force and civil administration. An independent, majority-ruled Palestine, democratic or not, would have put an end to Jewish mass immigration. 

Horrox touches on this in passing, but it's far from the focus of the book. And he entirely buys into the Zionist argument that the refusal to employ Arab labour was a principled, moral refusal to be exploiters, rather than a conscious attempt to create an ethnically segregated labour market, explicitly on the South African model. He treats the Histradrut as if it were a "normal" trade union, rather than an instrument for the construction of that segregated labour market, ignoring the historical analysis of - for example Zachary Lockman's "Comrades and Enemies". 

There is another book to be written about the subjective commitment to socialism and even Marxism by people who were objectively engaged in a colonial enterprise that was tied to British imperialism. It's not a straightforward matter of hypocrisy. History is full of ironies like this, with the eco-anarchist Rojava enclave in northern Syria that sheltered under the umbrella of US air power is only the most recent. The Zionist socialist parties were mainly accepted as such by their comrades in other countries, even in apparently revolutionary internationals like the International Revolutionary Marxist Centre, in which Left Poalei Zion and Hashomer Hatzair participated at the representatives of Palestine alongside the Bund from Poland and the POUM from Spain.

Horrox does describe the minutiae of kibbutz organisation in the glowing terms I remember from my days in a Zionist youth movement, but doesn't give a moment's cosideration to the the fact that some kibbutzim were built on the ruins of depopulated arab villages, or that almost none of them have ever admitted an arab member. Oh, and he repeats uncritically the assertion that there was "no crime" within kibbutzim, ignoring all that has come to light about sexual harrassment and rape.

It's really a shame, because there is an important book to be written about what the kibbutz experience means for at least one kind of anarchist model of the transition from capitalism to something better. Despite all the above, and despite the awful context, it's possible to still be enthusiastic about the kind of self-managed enterprise and collective consumption offered by the kibbutz, and to see a very high level of communal sharing and a very low level of private property as a viable and even luxurious alternative to privatised individual and family existence. Even knowing what I do about the history, I still retain a great affection for the feel of kibbutz life that I experienced in the 1970s and 1980s.

These ideas about "secession" and walkaway, of building an alternative economy within the shell of the existing society, are increasingly popular, as they often are when more direct political programs for change seem hopeless. There is a lot of hope placed on Community Land Trusts, cooperatives, social enterprises, and mutual aid networks.

And the kibbutz experience was perhaps the best opportunity that this model has ever been given. The kibbutzim were not marginalized or despised outsiders in the Zionist proto-state, or later in Israel; they were cherished, cossetted, and treated as an elite, akin to the English landed gentry. They had access to cheap land from the Jewish National Fund, and cheap credit from state and semi-private financial institutions. 

So the ultimate failure of the kibbutzim to thrive, even in these favourable circumstances, but within the overall context of an increasingly unequal and consumption-driven society, ought to be instructive. Rather than radiating socialism, however defined, out into the wider Israeli society, the kibbutzim instead absorbed the worst aspects of it into themselves. Horrox does describe what can only be seen as the degeneration of the kibbutz model, even within its own terms, though he doesn't really explain why the kibbutzniks themselves don't for the most part seem to have thought it was worth preserving or defending. There's some quite interesting stuff in the end about new forms of urban collective living, and about the small anarchist groups in Israel that are, to Horrox's disdain, mainly uninterested in the kibbutz history, but it can't make up for the missed opportunities of the book.

POSTSCRIPT: On p58 the author writes "During the 1930s many anarchists within the kibbutz movement travelled to Spain themselves to join the CNT-FAI militia." Although the book has a lot of footnotes he doesn't cite any source for this. I couldn't find any trace of it in web searches. There isn't any mention of it in "Madrid Before Hanita", the film about Jews from Palestine who went to fight in the Spanish Civil War, though that does focus on the International Brigades so is more about volunteers who were Communist-oriented. So I wrote to the author, and he hasn't responded yet. I also wrote to a few others with some expertise in this area, including Professor Raanan Rein, who knew nothing about it. I am left with the unavoidable conclusion that this "fact" is just made up to suit a narrative.


Tuesday, January 03, 2023

Review of "Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery"

Knives out was good, so I had high hopes of this, but it was over-long, over-hyped, obvious and boring. I dozed off a few times. I know the characters are supposed to be nasty, but couldn't they have been a bit nuanced, and...interesting?

I could summarize the plot, but I can't be bothered. You can read the Wikipedia article if you want. 

Watched on Netflix.

Review of Shiva Baby

A low-budget independent film which takes place almost entirely in a shiva at a house in suburban New York, this is a gem...funny (in a painful way), clever, well-observed, well acted. It brings up lots of issues, some more obviously than others. The main protagonist is a young woman trying to live independently but without much cash, and selling sex for money to a single client, who she then meets at the eponymous shiva, where she's gone with her parents, and where she also meets her ex-girlfriend...and the client's wife and baby...

I note in passing that I didn't recognise any of the actors except Fred Melamed, who has been in lots of films, mainly playing the same awkward Jewish man. But the budget for the film was apparently $200k, so did he work for nothing?

There's a lot of sex stuff, and food stuff, and less obviously there is a story about young people and how impossible it is for them to get decent jobs (rather than unpaid internships) or find anywhere to live. Some of the scenese with Jews eating are grotesque and bit sickening, but this is more than made up for by the dialogue and the acting. Well worth seeing.

Watched on All4, which annoying re-started a little way into the film.

Wednesday, December 28, 2022

Review of Newsies

A 1992 Disney musical film about the 1899 New York newsboys' strike, recently adapted into a stage musical and now on in London. It's not a great film, and I have already forgotten all the songs, but it's likeable, and it's an actual Disney film and a musical about a strike in which the strikers are the heroes, beating up scabs is celebrated, and the strikers win through calling on working class solidarity. 

Sure, there are some less correct touches - at one point the strikers appear to have decided that physical confrontation with scabs is not a good thing, because it makes them look bad...though if my memory serves me right they then carry on doing it anyway. They also fight with the cops, who are almost always depicted negatively. And there's an intervention by NY Governor Teddy Roosevelt which means that the strike is at least partly won by appeal to the "good" authorities over the bad ones. And the depiction of Joseph Pullitzer verges on the antisemitic, which should be no surprise in a Disney film. And there's some schmaltzy scenes with the hero getting the girl at the end, though I'd have been disappointed if they didn't end up together.

But still, it's a strike movie with strikers as heroes, and with lines like "My dad's got no protection, they don't have a union in his factory." And somebody must have decided that now was a good time to turn it into a stage musical, which is interesting.

Watched via informal distribution and and HDMI cable.

Monday, December 19, 2022

Review of Pinoccio

I was surprisingly touched by this, which doesn't feel entirely like a children's film. It's a bit darker than the Disney Pinoccio, even though I have a memory of finding bits of that really menacing as a child. This is beautiful to look at, with backgrounds that look much more like traditional paintings than CGI landscapes. It's at least partly done with stop-motion puppet animation rather than CGI, and some of the puppets are brilliant to look at.

It's also very much an anti-fascist Pinoccio, set in 1920s and then wartime Italy, with Mussolini posters and fascist slogans on the walls, and a sinister fascist official in the village. It's not a sophisticated critique of fascist ideology or purpose, but at least the bad guys are recognisably historical bad guys rather than just all-purpose tyrants.

It felt to me like there were a few big ideas in there too, like the sweetness of human life coming from the knowledge that we are mortal - Pinoccio is reborn each time he dies, after a brief spell in a gloomy bardo populated with card-playing, Yiddish-inflected rabbits. And there is quite a lot about relations between fathers and sons, which got to me too.

And I noted in passing that one of the places visited by the travelling puppet show to which Pinoccio is seduced is Alessandria, outside Torino...which reminded me of my odd work trip there back in the 1980s, and convinced me that I ought to write up the memory of it.

Watched on Netflix.

Tuesday, December 13, 2022

Review of "Britt-Marie Was Here"

Dreadful Swedish "comedy drama" about a woman in late middle age (63, please tell me that's late middle age rather than elderly) who finds out that her boring husband is having an affair and leaves him, getting a job as a youth worker in a remote town where she is expected to coach the under-10s football team in a decrepit youth centre. 

It has all the cliches of an "underdog team" is redeemed by engaged coach type film, but someone forgot to write an actual plot. Hard to understand why this was released, it is so bad. Lots of plot elements casually strewn across the narrative as if something wandered across the script taking random shits...the inspiring older sister who dies in a car crash aged 10 and therefore blights the central character's life, the would-be love interest policeman in the remote town, the youth centre is going to be closed down...none of them treated with anything like attention. 

The mainly positive reviews of this film cast doubt on the whole online review system. It's based on a book, part of a series, with the character being recycled from an earlier one in the series. The reviews of this fourth book seem to have been bad, which suggests perhaps that the book reviewing process is not so corrupted.

Watched on BBC iPlayer, and a disgrace to the service.

Sunday, December 11, 2022

Review of The Swimmers

 

Really good film about two young Syrian women who flee to Europe via the Istambul-Aegean route...scary scenes of the sea crossing in a deflating rubber boat with a faulty motor, and then having to deal with crooked and violent people smugglers. The two were champion swimmers, and the tale end of the film turns a bit into a sporting triumph movie - the younger one gets to swim in the Rio Olympic games as part of a refugee team, and that's not as interesting as the rest but sort of a come-down from the earlier tension. 

I was struck by how normal the family's Damascus life was - they really were people like us, not insurgents or Islamists, absolutely the opposite. Early in the film the girls are groped by a soldier who stops their bus at a checkpoint, and I wondered whether the family might actually have been regime supporters...not that it matters, and not that everyone either is or isn't, but it might have fleshed out their background.

Anyway, a good film - one of the best I've seen on Netflix for a while.

Review of "Cloud Cuckoo Land" by Anthony Doer

Really great multi-threaded novel, with five very different stories united around an almost-lost ancient greek text, a comic novel about a shepherd who gets turned into a donkey. Some of it's set around the fall of Constatinople, some in our time in Idaho, and some in the distant future aboard an ark-spaceship that has rescued a few people from a dying earth. The writing, the plotting, is all fantastic. Hard to say much more without spoliers, but I'm stunned by how good and clever this...and despite a lot of heaviness it's ultimately redemptive rather than depressing.

And now I have to read his other stuff - can't believe I have waited so long.

Review of Stutz

 

Surprisingly thoughtful and enjoyable black and white documentary movie about a youngish film-maker's relationship with his aging, Parkinson-crippled therapist, the eponymous Stutz. Some odd filming - the set looks like a therapist's room, but it's made clear to us that it's a set, as is also the case with the bedroom to which the therapist sometimes retires.

Two things stayed with me. First, Stutz's insistence that he wanted therapy to give people benefits right away - he doesn't hold to the "worse before it gets better" school of therapy, and he wants to give his patients tips and tricks (he calls them tools)to make them feel better right away - that's why the film-maker loves him so much. Second, he provides a pyramid model of human needs (a bit like the Maslow hierarchy, but simpler). The bottom is the body - you have to be right with your body, so eat well and exercise if you want your mind to be right. Obvious, but it bears saying. The middle is other people - you need to be right in your relationships with others, so fix things - again, obvious but still good. And the top level is yourself, you need to be right with yourself, and - he says - you address that by writing. 

So I started doing the morning pages thing that Ruth used to do with Marcus and Carly years ago, and I write three pages as early in the morning as I can. Just stream of consciousness, no editing or pre-thinking...and it really is amazing.

Thursday, December 01, 2022

Review of "The Road to Little Dribbling: More Notes from a Small Island" by Bill Bryson

Mainly lovely, like sitting in a pub listening to Bill Bryson ramble on about things that he just finds interesting, whether they are relevant to the conversation or not. A nice break from darkness and somber stuff, with no underlying message - though a well-expressed hatred of Tories and other kinds of meanness and nastiness. He has a dislike of the National Trust that I find endearing.

His style might get wearing after a while, but I just enjoyed this from end to end.

Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Review of Skate Kitchen

Relatively easy if not terribly interesting film about a young woman (the script says she's eighteen but she seems younger) who is leading a lonely life in the Long Island suburbs with her divorced mother. But she's into skateboarding, and she discovers the lively and supportive skate girl culture in New York city, and soon she's part of an all-girl skating crew. There are ups and downs, and teen dramas and some drugs, but for once there's not much darkness or sense of impending disaster.

Watched on All 4.

Review of Girl

A Belgian film about a person who is transitioning from boy to girl (they are about sixteen), and also studying at a ballet school. It's a very well made film, and depicts a lot of kind people supporting the young person as they transition - doctors, psychologists, the ballet school, and the father and young brother. But despite all the support it's desperately hard - not everyone is nice, and there are some really painful episodes with the girls at the ballet school. Ballet school itself looks so painful and extreme that I think perhaps it should be banned, along with fox hunting. 

It's really worth reading the Wikipedia article about the film, which gives a lot of the background - it's based on a true story, though that seems to have worked out better than the story depicted in the film.

I note in passing that the family are also transitioning from the French-speaking to the Flemish speaking part of Belgium - they speak French at home to each other but mainly Flemish to everyone else.

It's really painful to watch, and there were some sections that I couldn't watch at all, and I came out exhausted and drained. 

Watched at Lansdown Film Club.

Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Review of Eagle vs Shark

Hoped I was really going to like this, because it was billed as a comedy and everything else I've watched lately has been dark, even the comedies. But of course it turned out to be mainly sad too - about a loser geek who works in a video game shop and hasn't got over (a) being bullied at school and (b) the fact that his brother, who took his own life, was the favoured son of his father. 

Another loser, a woman who works at a really depressing burger chain and is disliked by all her co-workers, who soon conspire to sack her while pretending that it was a decision by higher management, has a crush on the geek. They start a relationship, have terrible sex, and then she follows his back to his home town so that he can take revenge on the Samoan guy who bullied him at school...who of course has forgotten all about it and is in a wheelchair following an accident.

It's mainly very painful...the geek is a self-deceiving fantasist, not very bright and at once transparently stupid and tragic. The woman is also hopeless and sad, redeemed somewhat by the love of her quite-geeky brother, but the "happy ending" is that she restarts the relationship with the geek, even though he has previously broken off with her to claim that he is in relationship with the better-looking former girlfriend of his dead brother...though of course he never was.

Incidentally I learned that director Taika Waititi, surely NZ’s most famous, was born Taika Cohen, and is “Polynesian Jewish”. 

Monday, November 21, 2022

Review of "The Gustav Sonata" by Rose Tremain

Slightly depressing (but what isn't these days?) novel about a Swiss man growing up unloved by his depressed mother, and the back-story to that, and his relationship with a young apparently-talented Jewish peer who aspires to be a concert pianist. There's a Holocaust dimension, because the first boy's dad was a policeman who falsified documentation to allow fleeing German and Austrian Jewish refugees to stay in Switzerland rather than be deported. He dies not long after the character is born but his disgrace, because his falsification is uncovered, casts a long shadow over the mother and then the son.

Unhappy relationships, mental illness, mediocrity and failure...it's really a bundle of fun. It's beautifully written and captures Switzerland well, and the story carries the reader along - but I do need to read something cheerful or distracting now.

Friday, November 18, 2022

Review of The Worst Person In The World

Norwegian film about a young woman and her relationships. Starts off relatively light and funny, gradually becomes more dark and depressing - not the horror kind, just the misery of everyday life, and the way in which she is acutely depicted as a selfish and manipulative woman - all the more effective because it's not as if she is obviously nasty or uncaring. But her relationships with men are destructive - she's not a femme fatale, she's just easily bored and distracted, and that has horrible consequences for the men who become infatuated with her, because she's attractive and charming.

I note in passing that it's beautifully and cleverly filmed, and that Norway looks great in it, even the city and interior shots. She works in a bookshop, one of her lovers works in a coffee shop, and yet they manage to have a nice apartment. Well, maybe that's fantasy even in Oslo, but it didn't seem so.

Watched at Lansdown Film Club.

Review of "Circe" by Madeline Miller

Enjoyable classical-tale retelling. As far as I knew Circe was only a walk-on part in The Odyssey, though it turns out (thank Wikipedia) that her story has been re-told and embellished for a long time. Madeline Miller demonstrates that there is a point to a classical education, and manages to convey what it's like to be immortal and a god...even the rather weedy sort of god/ess that Circe is. 

Occasionally it felt a bit too long, but the ending made up for that.

Saturday, November 12, 2022

Review of Sweetheart

Not the horror-survivalist film with the same name, thank goodness.

From the poster, and the blurb on the iPlayer home page, this looked like it would be a sweet and amusing coming-of-age comedy (it was described as such), but it was actually quite thoughtful but a bit sad. There's a happy ending with a reconciliation/redemption at the end, but along the way it's really challenging. Young lesbian teen on holiday at a depressing static caravan park with her separated mum, nine-year-old younger sister, and pregnant older sister and the sister's lovely kind and handsome boyfriend, develops a crush on one of the young female lifeguards, and then some fraught stuff about relationships in and out of the family.

Some good acting, and lovely shots of the park and the surrounding seascapes. Worth watching, I just need to see something that's actually funny at the moment.

Wednesday, November 09, 2022

Review of Who Do You Think I Am

Rather good French film starring Juliet Binoche as a middle-aged academic who has an online affair with a much younger man by assuming a fake identity as a younger woman - she "borrows" pictures and videos from her niece to use in her profile. Lots of plot twists and some really dark moments, and well worth watching. I suspect it's saying something quite interesting about desire and sexuality in the post-internet age.

Watched on BBC iPlayer - another good film there when we couldn't find anything to watch on the paid-for platforms.

Monday, November 07, 2022

Review of After Love

A woman in Dover grieves for the death of her husband, who dies suddenly in the first minutes of the film. She's an English convert to Islam, who has assimilated into her Pakistani husband's life and culture. But she discovers after his death that his work on a cross-channel ferry allowed him to have a second  family in Calais, and that his mistress has a son - her child in the Dover family has died. So she goes to Calais to find them, and is mistaken for a cleaner, and before she can explain she's doing the cleaning as the family prepare to move to another house.

It's painful to watch, but very well done, especially the relationship that develops between the English woman and the French son.

Watched on BBC iPlayer.

Review of The Banshees of Inisherin

 

A film by Martin McDonagh, set in the Arran Islands off the west coast of Ireland during the closing years of the civil war, and featuring some of his favourite actors from his other films, notably Brendan Gleeson. This is almost unbearably dark - it's called a dark comedy, but there aren't many laughs, and they get fewer as the film goes on. 

It's about the developing enmity between two islanders who were formerly close friends, where one of the pair (Brendan Gleeson) decides that the other is dull and a waste of his remaining years, which he could spend composing a piece of music that will give him some immortality. The other, played by Colin Farrell, takes this badly and wants to resume their easy if empty friendship, with increasingly tragic consequences. 

It's a beautiful well-made film, but hard to watch.

Watched at the Vue cinema in Stroud - first visit to an actual cinema for ages!

Friday, November 04, 2022

Review of "The Silence of the Girls" by Pat Barker

Ages since I've read any Pat Barker, and I'd forgotten how great she is. This is a re-telling of the Iliad story, focusing on the bits about Achilles that are the core of the actual Iliad (rather than what we think is in there because of all the other re-tellings), but told from the perspective of Briseis, the Trojan slave-woman prize that is the cause of Achilles's estrangement from the Greek army. 

It's really good. There's a little bit of supernatural stuff to bring it into line with the Iliad  - Achilles meeting his sea-nymph mother, mainly - but it's mainly realistic and gritty, with lots of ghastly depictions of Bronze Age warfare, and no punches pulled about the barbarity of the Greeks when they finally take and sack Troy.

Review of Rafiki

Kenyan film about two young women from different social backgrounds, whose fathers are rival local politicians, who fall in love. A bit slow and even dull in places, but it's great to see the Kenyan settings, and sobering to actually see what it's like being Gay or Lesbian in some places - it's one thing to know intellectually that there are lots of places where it's really lifethreatening to be LGBT, and another to see it depicted.

Watched on All4

Tuesday, November 01, 2022

Review of "Jews don't count" by David Baddiel

I appreciated (I can't say enjoyed) this much more than I expected to ("Sunday Times Bestseller" on the cover didn't help, because I don't expect the Murdoch press to be a reliable ally against racism, and it rather reinforces the idea that being against antisemitism is the establishment's favourite kind of antiracism).

I've never been a fan of Baddiel's comedy, and I had ingested the criticism of him as having done "blackface" in his comedy act, so how can he possibly have an opinion about racism? But actually he deals with that quite well in the book - he admits that the act was racist, and he apologizes, and asks why that disqualifies him from ever commenting about any other kind of racism. 

And yeah, the book is mainly about antisemitism among progressives - or more accurately, about the failure of progressives to respond to antisemitism, however blatant. And actually having read it has changed my perceptions of stuff that I wouldn't have made a fuss about a few weeks ago - a "Roald Dahl" show at our local theatre venue, because he may have been a Jew-hater, but that doesn't stop him being a posthumous national treasure. A friend who thinks of herself as an anti-racist springing to the defence of Kayne West on social media, because she thinks it's terrible the way the media persecutes Black men. Friends who say Jeremy Corbyn is a nice and sincere man (I'm sure he is, and there is so much about him to admire) so he can't possibly be antisemitic. 

For me there's still too much about Twitter in the book - I just don't engage with it that much, and I will engage lef

Monday, October 31, 2022

Review of "The Convert" by Stefan Hertmans

 

Well written historical novel, set in the eleventh century, about a young Norman aristocratic girl who meets a young Jewish man studying at the yeshivah in Rouen, falls in love and runs away with him to convert to Judaism and marry. It's well told, so that this almost inconceivable event - which is, as explained, based on a true story - feels plausible. There's lots of great detail, especially of the settings in southern France, and later in Egypt.

There's a split narrative going on, with the author describing his own journey across the places in the text and how he comes to write the book. I didn't like that so much, but in the end it turns out to have been more or less indispensable.

The setting in historic Provence reminded me of Langue[dot]doc 1305, which isn't really at all similar, but evoked some of the same feelings, especially from the landscape descriptions. My review of that here.

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Review of Skandal: Bringing Down Wirecard

A Netflix-made documentary about a financial fraud centred on the German e-payments company Wirecard, this was quite gripping because of the style, and because of the constant hints we are about to find out what all this was really about - was the Russian FSB involved? 

Really this is a straightforward fraud in which a company inflates its revenues, pretending that it is earning more than it is, in order to push up its share price. Quite a few people notice that there's something dodgy about its accounts, and the short sellers take notice, and so does the Financial Times in London - but the German government and financial regulators continue to defend their hi-tech darling, and the management takes various actions against the FT journalists, some legal, some much less so.

Eventually the auditors EY - under lots of pressure from the FT and others - announce that there is indeed a EUR19bn hole in the accounts, that amount of declared revenue that can't be found. But no-one from EY appears in the film or explains why it took them so long...what is the point of an audit if it doesn't find things like that? What were the company's bankers doing?

The film has to make financial fraud look interesting, so it resorts to some KABOOM style graphic novel frames, and lots of shots of exotic or scary locations. The main point of financial fraud, though, is that there really isn't much to see, which makes a film sort of tricky. Hence the hints that the FSB were involved, and shots of migrant trafficking in Libya and so on - if that's really relevant it's hard to see how.

Saturday, October 22, 2022

Review of "Living My Life" by Emma Goldman

I've never read any Emma Goldman before, though I used to read a certain amount of anarchist stuff, and I've returned to it recently via Kevin Carson, who I mainly think is great. This was the book for Stroud Radical Reading Group this month, and though I didn't read all 900 pages in time for the meeting

I got a lot out of it. EG lived through a huge part of the history of the left, in Europe, Russia and America, and she's a great witness - she picks up on little details that other left authors might ignore, like the tea that Kropotkin and his wife served when they visited him in 1920.

The most interesting part for me was the very long chapter about her time in Russia in the early 1920s, which I think has been published as a separate book. It's very painful to read in some places, because contrary to my vague Trotskyish legacy, it's clear that there were some major things wrong with the revolution as early as 1920 - particularly the already-crushing bureaucracy, and the extent of privileges for Communist Party members - extra rations, better accomodation, and so on. 

She's very good at conveying the pain of someone who doesn't want to line up with the enemies of the revolution, but is finding it increasingly hard to be part of. There's a little bit when she meets up with some Jews in the Ukraine, including a Zionist, a Bundist, some rabbis, and the Zionist poet Bialik. She's interested in what they have to say, and doesn't treat it as an opportunity for a polemic. Inspired by this I went and found something that she'd written about Zionism in 1938, which struck me as much more nuanced than I might have expected.

I note in passing that when she's in the Ukraine and southern Russia she is covering much the same territory that my great-grandfather did, and at about the same time.

Tuesday, October 18, 2022

Review of "The Island of Missing Trees" by Elif Shahak

 

Ruth read this in her book club, and I needed something that wasn't too heavy, so I gave this a go. It's a sort of magical realist novel with a Cyprus context, a pair of lovers across the Greek-Turkish divide, with a split narrative across different time periods. It was quite enjoyable, and it motivated me to read up a bit on the Cyprus conflict, which I thought I knew about. 

In doing so I was reminded how much the history of the island is bound up with the history of Israel and Palestine. The ethnic conflict there, eventually leading to partition, is in some ways a similar story. Also the illegal migrants of the Aliyah Bet were imprisoned on Cyprus, and later Israelis barred from marrying by the rabbis would go there to register a legal marriage which would then be recognised in Israel. And much later some of the Lebanese militias ran their radio stations, and even their cellular networks, out of Cyprus. 

Review of The Boat That Rocked

Richard Curtis "feelgood" film about a thinly fictionalised Radio Caroline, that didn't actually make me feel that good. Good actors, some nice cinematography and great music, but thin and (inevitably) sexist, and too long. They should have spent some more money on the writers.

Informal distribution and VLC.

Review of The Sea Beast

A Dreamworks animated film, which looked wonderful and had its heart in the right place (diverse "pirate" ship crews, ecological message) but felt a bit thin and contrived. In the end (well, quite quickly) the sea hunter learns to love the sea monsters, who have had a bad press and just want to be left alone.

Watched on Netflix via smartphone and Chromecast.

Thursday, October 13, 2022

Review of "A Modest Proposal...to solve the Palestine-Israel Conflict" by Karl Sabbagh

This was sitting around for ages, and I thought I'd really better read it. And I started out wanting to like it. It's an argument in favour of a One State Solution, with some elaboration as to how aspects of it might work. These days I am mildly in favour of a one state solution, largely because I can't see how the two state solution which I once supported might ever come about, or how it would work if it did. I feel much the same way about a one state solution. Not every conflict is a puzzle that has a solution if only you can find it. But I can sort of see a way in which Israel and the territories it occupies might evolve into a single democratic state, through a civil rights movement and a democracy movement that was not focused on nationalism. 

So I was predisposed to like the book. But the more I read, the less I liked it. Sabbagh comes from a Palestinian nationalist perspective. He admits that there might once have been antisemitism, and that the Holocaust was a bad thing, but moves swiftly on from that to how it wasn't the Palestinians fault and why should they have to suffer for it? So he is great at recognising the extent to which Zionism was a colonialist program which could not have been realised without the support of British imperialism, but he is wilfully blind as to where the impetus for it came. Without antisemitism there would have been no Zionism, or it would have been a weird little footnote in history. 

He talks about the countries that the Jewish immigrants to Palestine came from, but only in the abstract. There is no sense that these were countries that practised increasingly severe discrimination against Jews, or that there was any reason why long-established Jewish communities no longer felt at home in them. He writes about the unwillingness of the Jewish immigrants to Palestine to give up the citizenship of the countries from which they had come and accept Palestine citizenship, as if this proves something about their colonialist and exclusionary intention. Well, maybe it does - but it was happening in a context in which the possession of the right piece of paper might mean the difference between life and death for many uprooted Jews. Perhaps it wasn't so unreasonable to not trust to the bureaucratic kindness of British colonial administration, or to the welcome of an Arab community that had made it very clear that it didn't want any Jewish immigrants.

There's lots more partial history. Like I said, I know that the Zionists really did intend to take over the whole of Palestine, and that they really did plan for there to be fewer Arabs there - perhaps no Arabs at all, despite what they said for outside consumption. But it's not necessary to pretend that this was the realisation of an American-British imperial plot. The British did not support the Partition resolution at the UN and abstained on the final vote. And he doesn't mention at all the extent to which the USSR, and its satellites in Eastern Europe, and the Communist parties in Europe, the middle east and elsewhere all supported partition and the creation of Israel. 

He suggests that the Jews all left the Arab countries in the early 1950s because they were tricked into it by Zionists. It's true and well documented there were Israeli false flag operations in some Arab countries. It's not true or even plausible that Jews in Iraq led happy integrated lives until this happened - the antisemitism in Iraq is well documented too. You have to be deeply embedded in an Arab nationalist viewpoint to find this sort of thing convincing.

The emigration of Moroccan Jews to Israel is a much more complex and nuanced business, with efforts by the Moroccan government to persuade Jews to stay and to return - nothing similar in Iraq or other countries, and limited success despite the miserable racist experience that the Moroccan Jews had when they arrived in Israel and for years afterward.

There's a lot in the book about how the principles of Palestinian return would be applied and paid for, but very little about how a one-state solution would work. What languages would be used in schools and in the civil service, for example? Would there be any institutions in place to ensure that one community did not dominate another? It would have been really good to have had some examples of where such things have worked out well - the way that the Swedish minority is treated in Finland comes to mind. It's not hard to think of examples where it hasn't worked out well, which I think places a special duty on those who do advocate a one-state solution. 

I suppose I think, in a not very well worked out way, that it's possible that Israel - racist as it is - could evolve into a democratic state. This would be uneven. Some things would be harder to change than others...some of those things - the name of the country, the flag, etc, have enormous symbolic significance, to Jews and to Palestinians. Maybe there are other things to focus on in the medium term, as a part of a struggle to bring democracy and maybe even socialism to the region. It's taken us a hundred years to get to here, with nationalism and counter-nationalism. Perhaps with a perspective of where we want to get to in the next hundred years we could start to see some positive change in our lifetimes, rather than the poisonous waiting game that both Zionism and Palestinian nationalism play in the belief that time is on their side.

Wednesday, October 12, 2022

Review of The Last Black Man in San Francisco

Bleak, beautiful, slow film about gentrification and alienation. The main protagonist is a young black man who is more or less homeless - he's couch surfing at the house of a slightly older friend, who in turn lives with his dad, and fantasizes that he's a playwright. There are other purposeless young black men hanging about on the street corner, not quite menacing, not quite friends. The central character is obsessed with a beautiful gothic mansion that his family once seem to have occupied, though they may have been squatting there illegally - it's not entirely clear. His father is a frequent nomadic squatter, and the house's formal occupant herself loses the house when her mother dies and she has to split the inheritance with her sister - giving the young man a chance to move in for a while and play at living there.

It's depressing, but worth sitting through.

Watched on BBC iPlayer.


Review of Jumping From High Places

Italian sort-of feelgood movie, about a young woman living in Bari who suffers from anxiety, and decides as part of a promise to a best friend who died suddenly that she will confront each of her separate fears - going on a boat trip, taking a flight, and so on.

It's not very taxing or tense to watch, and there are beautiful people and locations to look at. 

Watched on Netflix.

Review of Harriet

Conventional biopic about Harriet Tubman, an escaped slave who became an abolitionist, suffrage campaigner, and general all round heroine. She's famous to Americans, less so to a British audience. It's well made if conventional and a bit long, and justly celebrates her life and the realities of the Underground Railroad, including the awful impact of the Fugitive Slave Act.

Watched on BBC iPlayer in two tranches, because though it's not gory, it's not feelgood watching either.

Review of La Famille Bélier

This is the original French film, on which the subsequent American remake CODA was based. It's a bit unfair that I saw the American one first, because now it's the French one that feels a bit unnecessary. They are very similar - similar humour, similar plot development, and so on. A few differences - the French family are farmers not fishermen, the deaf dad runs for mayor rather than takes over the fish market, and so on. Curiously I think the American one was slightly more subtle - the French one is more knockabout, though the duet that the kids sing in the French version is more sexualised than anything that I could imagine in an American high school movie.

But they are pretty similar, and you don't need to watch both.

Watched on the big screen at Lansdown Film Societ.