Wednesday, February 09, 2011

smiles of a summer night . the rules of the game . moloch . chungking express / mirror (again)

in a mansion outside town the three smiles of a summer night- one for the young, the other for the dissapointed and the thrid for the old in a beautiful sequence of floricking in the half light making love in haystacks. the servants watch as their masters betray one another. an older man's son elopes with his wife and falls into the arms of an actress lover. gorgeous film about love and aging. in another such mansion more complications in 'the rules of the game'. this time when the classes intermingle tragedy strikes. the hierarchy cannot be disturbed. the elite, the bourgeois, the middle classes, the servant class, the vagrants and lastly the animals in a great rabbit hunt sequence. but in reality everyone is prey in this tragicomedy. a third mansion- this time in the clouds where eva braun waits for her lover. as she waits she dances naked in stone corridors and listens listlessly to music on the gramophone. when he does arrive with acolytes in tow, the politics and backbiting between the cronies and the delirious rants of the madman are both amusing and frightening. hitler is humanized but not forgiven. this is the second of sokurov's trilogy. i have only seen the third and final one on emperor hirohito. that was fantastic. in 'moloch' the claustrophobia of the house on the mountain top is frightening. and so is the strangely distorted picnic scene. half seen landscapes and lengthened limbs.

for my theory of design course i am showing films to the kids. last week was 'chungking express'. which i really loved only this time. the noir first half with the bangladeshi smugglers and the woman in a raincoat was more fun than the sweet love story of the second. still the jittery staccato rhythms and the music- all electro pop mash-up- was terrific. and for this friday the plan is to show 'mirror' - for now my favourite tarkovsky film. identities blur through the mirror as mother becomes wife and father becomes sun. personal and political history intermingle. the images are unforgettable.

pink flamingoes . sampurna ramayan . sita sings the blues . the social network . black swan .

in john waters madcap and over the top and intentionally gruesome 'pinak flamngoes' divine is a murderting runaway with a family with strange sexual fetishes- chickens and eggs. the villains are the only 'normal' heterosexual couple in a single family home in the basement of which they impregnate women and sell them to lesbain couples. if that is not whacky enough wait for the party sequence in which anal gymnastics are performed or the end when divine eats dog shit. in glorious bad taste. disgustingly brilliant.

two ramayana films. 'sampurna ramayan' and 'sita sings the blues'. its easy to overlook the homemade specail effects and set design when the film is from decades ago. the story is told, thankfully, without any necessity for a contemporary retelling. 'sita sings the blues' tries too hard to be cool. reeking of american desi scorn regarding indian popular culture- it tries to 'update' sita by making her sing american blues music. the visuals are often stunning but in the final reckoning shallow. channel v does it better. the voiceover party conversations that keep the story moving are actually pretty annoying.

the social network is a wordy nerd story. people talk in quick one liners and the story moves backwards and forwards, in and out of a courtroom. our hero is actually the guy who stood by the nerd through thick and thin and got effectively booted out towards the end. meanwhile the nerds motivation for revenge is the rejection of a girl who still wants to be friends with on facebook; and whom he wants to poke and like.

over the top operatic story within a story. balletic camerawork and hyper stylised images as natalie portman plays the schizophrenic swan queen. she is fantastic. the film- fun.


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

dhobi ghat . naked space . hatim tai . chitchor

in dhobi ghat i was taken in by a nostalgia for the city as it is- spectacular, lonely, gorgeous. where strangers meet and fall in love and ghosts haunt apartment buildings. its unashemdly in love with the city and the characters are all warm and gentle. prateik babbar is terrific and so is his love interest. aamir khan acts too hard and the video diaries are a little tiresome and predictable. but thaose are small niggles when some of the images stay with you long after the film. the jia zhangke like images of construction activities above the inner city or the marine drive opening sequence or that climactic rush through saat rasta.

trinh t minh ha's 'naked space- living is round' also makes for some unforgettable images. an architecture without architects journey through the homes of rural africa- phenomenology of dwelling is woven with myth and metaphor. men women wombs. entering and leaving and light and shadow play as the everyday life of a tribe is connected to universal cycles through geometry and structure. the circle. the round. the voice over that played with self reflexive ruminations about looking and voyeurism was intercut with information and some philosophical rambling.

the 'hatim tai' of 1956 is a fable about a fairy who turns into stone over a sultans lustful touch. hatim tai must solve 7 riddles to set her free. each test along his journey is story within a story. characters include a animal/human princess, bodyless heads of women hanging from a tree and many more. its great fun non stop and the special effects and set design are fantastic.

for a nostalgia trip into my childhood nothing worked better than chitchor which i remember half watching when i was in school. it is relentlessly feel-good, sweetened characters and storyline with music that i will always remember. most of the film takes place in a verandah- appropriate for a film about the encounter between the city engineer and the village belle.

Monday, January 17, 2011

vikhroli saturday





the godrej compound in vikhroli is a strange surreal landscape of horizons on all sides and a swanky new auditorium in the middle of mangroves and salt pans, industrial leftovers on the creek, the hills of ghatkopar with the slums that climb them. naresh told me a story of the plane crash there with american foreign correspondents. the dutch might have been to blame.:) later he spoke of the history of jazz in bombay. and there were more- gyan on the writing of history, namita devidayal on the music room of her childhood and now her sons journey into the same streets. she spoke of dhondutai and it reminded me of padmatai who also grew up on the same street in kolhapur. kabi came from los angeles- an ex-taxi driver who told migration stories of the bombay taxi guys and spoke of authenticity and presence. i was part of the post lunch session that started with rahul and matias who spoke of the 'natural city' - not quite an organic city. nature as a metaphor. joi barua sang assamese rock and spoke of making it big in mumbai, while tanisshta chatterjee of her new film 'bombay summer'. post tea was neatly divided into debates about cyber space and public protest by nishant along with rajni bakshi speaking of global public licences; and neera and shaeen speaking of education and ngos very earnestly. and between all of that was some terrific ani difranco and melissa etheridge cover by alisha. homi bhabha did the best he could by making ideas of space/ time - transactional and transitional as themes that tied us all together. that was saturday.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Sunday, January 09, 2011

vasai fort- a walk near the sea gate























streets shots



mohammedali road
grant road parsi baug
highway transit camp
highway slum mitra mandal
estate agent
the future of the mill lands
sleepinng on the pavement
andheri metro construction

shirish ki shaadi