Thursday, 30 August 2012

Every 14 Days...(12)

The Road to Wigan Pier (George Orwell)

‘…we have nothing to lose but our aitches.’

Trekking up nort’, t’e first ‘alf of Orwell’s ‘T’e Road to Wigan Pier’ in an, at times, ‘ars’ account of working class life in Britain, c’arting ‘is accounts of living quarters, trips down working mines and t’e general squalor of urban life in t’e industrial towns ‘e visited. T’e descriptions are detailed and bleakly negative, seemingly condemning of t’e working class by t’e lower-upper-middle class writer taken out of context. But t’e furt’er you read, t’e more t’e language is not a criticism of t’ose ‘e comes across, but more t’e system t’at creates t’em. Often t’ose ‘e comes across are described as ‘noble’ and ‘e is full of respect for t’e work t’at t’ey carry out, but also ‘e writes of ‘ow t’ey will never receive t’at same respect from ot’ers in ‘ig’er orders.

T’e second ‘alf is muc’ more controversial, and looks at t’e ideology be’ind class differences and political discourse. Based on ‘is experiences in Burma, Paris, London and ‘is trip nort’, ‘e is critical of bot’ t’ose on t’e Rig’t and t’e Left and could leave anyone t’at read it feeling a little alienated in any number of ways.

Part One is at times brilliant; at times a calculation of weekly incomes. Some of t’e descriptions flow poetically and s’ow t’e ‘ars’ness of t’e situation for many in 1930s England. Part Two can feel rant-like, wit’ page-long paragrap’s and individual criticisms, but like Part One, offers insig’ts from 75 years ago t’at could be applied today, particularly in lig’t of last year’s riots. 

Days to read: 17
Days per book: 14.2


Down and Out in Paris and London (George Orwell)

Something of a theme here…

Before making ‘is trip up nort’, Orwell spent time in Paris and London, living on the fringes in both. The book is an account of his experiences in short chapters, each an anecdote of the various roles he took/was promised or the many characters he met along the way.

The Paris half is focuses on his work as a plongeur in Parisian restaurants. Here it is a day-to-day struggle to find both work and money for food, while mixing with various foreign immigrants to the French capital while spending what little money they have on wine. The conditions are hellish and hours long and hard for little reward. Many working like this come from better backgrounds in their native countries, but finding themselves scraping-by to serve their ‘superiors’.

London sees a delayed promise of work leaving him without an income for the period of one month. Exchanging his clothes, he lives the life of a tramp, bouncing between spikes and lodging house, looking for hand-outs wherever possible.

The book is more like a collection of short anecdotes than the more detailed and analytical ‘The Road to Wigan Pier’. Indeed, much of the interpretation, from London at least, is included in his later work and feels like research building up to ‘1984’.

Days to read: 16
Day per book: 14.3


The Vulture (Gil Scott-Heron)

The’ original rapper’, Gil Scott-heron is a man I became aware of through hip hop, learning of his music and poetry. But before his music career began, Scott-Heron wrote his debut novel while at University – essentially dropping out to complete it. A young New Yorker himself at the time, the story starts with the murder of teenager John Lee as an endpoint to the lives of four characters all connected to the victim over the past year.

Scott-Heron, therefore, takes on the narration of four personas, all with their differing connections to the victim and motivations leading up to the death in July 1969, as well as dialogue and interpretations. An overarching narrative is thrown in throughout to add details to the murder, though this is less of a who-done-it and more an insight into the mind-set of a young generation of Afro-Americans.

The writing is clearly that of a poet, with verses thrown in, and a language that oozes with imagery of early 1970s Blackploitation cinema. While not without its flaws, ‘The Vulture’s is a strong work and his influence on later generations can be felt throughout.

Days to read: 17
Days per book: 14.3


The Lonely Londoners (Sam Selvon)

My English Literature teacher during GCSEs used to read all dialogue in novels in the supposed accent in which it was intended. If I had studied ‘The Lonely Londoners’ at GCSE, English lessons would have been much more entertaining.

Moses, who would feature in later novels by Selvon, is a first point of contact at Waterloo Train Station for many Trinidadians coming to London via the south coast. The story tells of various anecdotes of the various characters he comes across and how they all struggle to fit into their new life as a Londoner.

Writing from experience, Selvon, a native of Trinidad moving to London in the 1950s, chose to write ‘The Lonely Londoners’ essentially in patois. Not just the dialogue, but the narration is also that of Caribbean tongue, making it – while fully understandable – difficult to read. To fully get into it, a fair few pages have to be polished off in one sitting to get into the Caribbean rhythms of the writing style.  Combined with sentences pages and pages long, ‘The Lonely Londoners’ is difficult to get into at times. But stick with it, and it becomes almost poetic and humorous in how each character describes their new home.

Days to read: 16
Days per book: 14.3

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Politic 18

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No B.S. Allowed - Stetsasonic
Questions and Answers - Boogie Down Productions
Talkin' All That Jazz - Stetsasonic
Them That's Not - J-Live
Sucker for Love - Prince Paul
Flattery - Prince Paul
I Want You (I'm an 80s Man) - Prince Paul
I Don't Wanna Lose You - Dooley-O
Declaration - De La Soul
A Peak in Time - Cut Chemist
The Scene Changes - Kowloon
Dangerous Mindz - Gravediggaz
2266 Cambridge - Cut Chemist and Thes One
Floating Museum - Kenji Kawai
Lesson 4 - DJ Shadow
Bust That Groove - Stetsasonic
Duck Down - Boogie Down Productions
Prince Paul vs. The World - Prince Paul

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

The Scene Changes (Kowloon)

Video for 'The Scene Changes' by Kowloon. Another track off the mythical 'Raw Material' break beats album I bought in Banana Records, Nagoya. Pictures taken from DJ Kentaro's set at XOYO in London in July 2012. Oooh, mysterious...


Sunday, 12 August 2012

A Simple Life

It’s simple to say that ‘A Simple Life’ isn’t a typical Andy Lau film. There are no guns nor violence, nor indeed any action at all – this is as simple as film-making gets.

After 60 years working for a family as a maid, Ah Tao, played excellently by Deanie Ip, suffers a stroke and so retires. Not wanting to be a burden, she chooses to live in a retirement home in conditions much worse than she is used to. Lau plays Roger, the sole member of the family Ah Tao worked for to remain in Hong Kong, who takes time to visit Ah Tao as often as possible in tween his busy career in film production and learning to cook and clean for himself for once.


That’s it: plain and simple. Films like this demand good performances from the cast, more so than creative direction or writing, and the two leads deliver, notably Ip as the looks-far-too-good-to-be-in-her-seventies Ah Tao. Lau is also good in a role that sees him have to deal more with shooting facial expressions than shooting a gun. Smaller roles are often played by uber-mega-colossal stars of Hong Kong cinema. Sammo Hung, Raymond Chow, Hark Tsui and Anthony Wong, to name a few, all pop up here and there, adding a sense of humour while watching.


While the film is designed to be emotional and sad, there is no doubt that old people are funny, with facial expressions and stupid behaviour aplenty, giving the film a good balance.


You can’t expect an explosive film, but it never tries to be, with Ann Hui’s work being simple, yet effective. 

Saturday, 11 August 2012

I'm 13% Good

When I was a certain age, I switched from BBC One to BBC Two at the end credits of Match of the Day and a film was just beginning. With little else to do at midnight on a Saturday, I decided to watch it. Being that I had a liking of kung-fu films, I was not perturbed by the fact that it was a film from Hong Kong in Cantonese with English subtitles. 97 minutes later at the end credits I had enjoyed what I had just watched, probably more so than the undoubted bore draw I had probably watched Villa play during Match of the Day.

That film was ‘Fallen Angels’ by Wong Kar-wai, and for many years, I had waited for its release on DVD which never came. A year ago, I went to Hong Kong and picked up a copy while there, so I could enjoy the film again first the first time in well over a decade. This week, on Monday, ‘Fallen Angels’ finally got a UK DVD release: a year to the day since my return from Hong Kong.

‘Fallen Angels’ isn’t a great film – it’s barely in Wong’s Top 5 – but is a film I remember as an early step into a love of Asian cinema, and so pretty influential in my life. Also in recent days, the BFI’s ‘Sight & Sound’ Magazine has published the results of its poll of ‘the greatest films of all time’ conducted among leading directors and critics.


‘Fallen Angels’ was, unsurprisingly, not featured. Wong’s ‘In the Mood for Love’ – my second favourite of his films – was, but out of the 100 films included, I have only watched 13 to date. In much the same way as Stewart Lee’s ‘41st Best Stand-up Ever’, these polls serve only to make you feel less cultural and sophisticated and unable to attend fancy dinner parties. They are the opinions of others, who will have a lot more knowledge on the subject than you for they are experts who have way more time to study these films than us, who simply fly past for entertainment value. Few of the films are from beyond the 1960s, and so reflect the opinions of a different generation who are likely to know where the ‘inspiration’ for many of today’s directors came from. That’s what I told myself when I realised I had only seen 13% of ‘the greatest films of all time.’

The 13 that I have seen are as follows:

6. 2001: A Space Odyssey (Kubrick, 1968)
14. Apocalypse Now (Coppola, 1979)
17. Seven Samurai (Kurosawa, 1954)
21. The Godfather (Coppola, 1972)
24. In the Mood for Love (Wong, 2000)
26. Rashomon (Kurosawa, 1950)
=31. The Godfather Part II (Coppola, 1974)
=31. Taxi Driver (Scorsese, 1976)
35. Psycho (Hitchcock, 1960)
=53. North by Northwest (Hitchcock, 1959)
=53. Raging Bull (Scorsese, 1980)
=69. Blade Runner (Scott, 1982)
=69. Blue Velvet (Lynch, 1986)

All of these are films that I like (though I’m not a massive ‘Blue Velvet’ fan); and all bar 2 are films made before I was born, but how many would be in my personal top 13 favourite films? Well, I’d say about 4, maybe 5 if I’m feeling kinky, so it can be said the list is a pretty good reflection of film tastes. But what is more interesting is the publication of the individual top 10s of selected critics/directors, showing that an overall list is relatively uninteresting and that personal favourites and individual influences is a better way of looking at it. Here, you can see what people truly like, rather than just generic consistencies, such as the amount of people that will say that ‘The Godfather’ is one of their 10 favourite films; and titles you will never have heard of will invade your consciousness and may lead you to watch something you may not have considered.

While many of those asked will be of an older generation, and so their favoured films will reflect as much, there were still many younger critics/directors included and many still chose films made many moons ago. Very few were made in the new millennium, or indeed post-1980 showing an extended period of quantity over quality.

For fun, here is a list of the 13 films I consider to not necessarily be favourites, but important films in my life and ones I could probably watch over-and-over again. These are certainly not the greatest – though there is quite a bit of overlap with the 13 I have seen from the BFI poll – and there is probably a lot of bias in here, but there should be when deciding your favourite films. But don’t take my word for it: I’m only 13% good…

Hana-bi (Kitano, 1997)
Happy Together (Wong, 1997)
Do the Right Thing (Lee, 1989)
Rashomon (Kurosawa, 1950)
Taxi Driver (Scorsese, 1976)
In the Mood for Love (Wong, 2000)
Seven Samurai (Kurosawa, 1954)
Raise the Red Lantern (Zhang, 1991)
The Godfather (Coppola, 1972)
Clerks (Smith, 1994)
Enter the Dragon (Clouse, 1973)
Ghost in the Shell (Oshii, 1995)
Fallen Angels (Wong, 1995)

Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Correct

Did someone say 'old school?' No. Did someone say 'something that's old but is still good, but can't be called old school as old school basically refers to anything pre-Run DMC?' Yes.

Ai Weiwei: Never Sorry

Ai Weiwei isn’t just a hilarious name to say to any Englishman but also a name associated with freedom of speech in modern day China. An artist by trade, Mr Weiwei is now more (in)famous for saying ‘fuck you’ to the Chinese Government than putting any brush strokes to canvas.

‘Never Sorry’ is the documentary from debut director Alison Klayman resulting from her four years following China’s most famous artist as he travels around China and the world causing further and further headaches for local police and the Chinese Government. Concentrating as much on political acts than artistic ones, the film shows the importance of Twitter and social media in a country such as China, showing as many of his status updates throughout the film as Richard Herring will commit in a 90 minute period.  

The balance between politics and art is well maintained throughout, reminding that he has actually done some good works over the years - as well as breaking some old pots - while showing the political motivations in his work through interviews with various peers and colleagues over the last three decades.

But saying ‘fuck you’ and breaking some vase-thing doesn’t come without its fair share of problems. Various confrontations with police, sometimes violent, are shown, as well as his non-mysterious disappearance in 2011 and the momentary stem in the flow of his freedom of speech. The documentary is more about freedom of speech than a biopic of an artist, using him as an example of the impact of social networking, as well as what happens when the rules are broken.

There are some weak points, such as the mystery around his son with a woman that isn’t his wife – a topic that his wife is not questioned on and which he is coy – that is only mentioned and not explored; and his confrontation with police while sticking cameras in their faces probably provokes a response from law enforcement that would be met in most nations in the world.    

As noted, the fact that someone like Ai Weiwei exists shows that there has been some change in China over the years, though the fact that his words are met with such strong response from the Government shows that there is still a long way to go before China becomes a nation where people can freely express their opinions to the world on Twitter without fear of arrest and prosecution – unless, of course, you’re a Premiership footballer.


Thursday, 2 August 2012

Searching for Sugar Man

Zack from ‘Saved by the Bell’ is dead! Well he isn’t, but at the time, his career probably was.

If little is heard from someone in the public eye for a while, all sorts of fantasies and exaggerated stories will crop up about what may or may not have happened to them. And fans will make those stories that bit more extreme to increase the mystery around their hero. Tupac Amaru Shakur is alive and well and running a small flower shop in Droitwich; Elvis is working in every location possible; and Jesus appears burnt into people’s toast.

‘Searching for Sugar Man’ is Swedish director Malik Bendjelloul’s telling of how two South African fans of little-known American singer Rodriguez sort to find out more about the life (and death). Turns out the mysterious singer/songwriter was huge in English-speaking countries in the Southern Hemisphere where they talk funny. But as he was from an English-speaking country in the Northern Hemisphere where they talk irritatingly and he wasn’t at all popular, little about him and his life was documented.


So, the ‘Dylan-like’ mystery man became the topic of various tales about his suicide at his last performance, the most popular being that he masturbated himself to death on stage while rimming a chipmunk during a rendition of his song ‘Sugar Man’. Of course, none of the theories turn about to be true, and the enigmatic man shrouded in mystery isn’t quite the clandestine legend that they believed.

The documentary doesn’t exactly break any boundaries, split into three parts: introduce this mystery musician to a new audience; have lots of South Africans talk about how he is on a par with Dylan; then the truth. There are holes in the story: trying to ‘follow the money’ only takes them to Sussex Records founder Clarence Avant who, having worked with many other, much larger artists, either can’t or won’t remember much about his record sales. This probably should have been probed further as to where the where all the money from thousands of South African record sales went; or left out entirely as it contributes little into the unearthing of the true facts.

But on the whole this is a nice enough documentary about a man that few knew in his homeland, yet was heralded as a musical genius and a strong influence in speaking out over apartheid in South Africa. The music industry is difficult to predict as to who will sell and where they will sell; but if not given much information, fans will inevitably invent their own stories about the music they listen to. The fantasies will be as outrageous and exaggerated as possible until beyond belief, certainly creating disappointment when discovered to not be true. Though the truth will bring with it some surprises, and perhaps be stranger than fiction.