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[Why Watch This] Hiroshima, Mon Amour

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I have always been a fan of French cinema. And, I’m going to be totally honest here, I don’t always understand it. But I feel like my understanding of a French film often has an inverse proportion to the quality/reputation/pretentiousness of the film that I am watching. And I’m ok with that, it’s kind of like why I am also a fan of Opera (with a capital “O”). Sometimes it’s just an impression or an emotion. Narrative, schmarrative, I say.

I was thinking about this all last week because I heard on the radio that Alain Resnais died at the ripe old age of 91. (According to resnaisthe Washington Post, they didn’t reveal a cause of death, which makes me want to quote an Eric joke: “the chute didn’t open.”) Ok, Alain Resnais, I remember you. You’re that guy who directed the stark and devastating Nazi documentary Nuit et Bouillard or Night and Fog that my 11th grade World History teacher showed us while sobbing quietly in the back of the room. You’re also that guy responsible for Hiroshima Mon Amour, perhaps the most memorable of all the movies we watched in my Boston University ultra-pretentious French Cinema class.

And why, you may ask, in a class showing the incomparable Breathless (Goddard), The Lovers (Malle), and Jules et Jim (Truffaut), does this little film by Resnais still bug me all these years later.

When I was twenty I was much more un-ironically pretentious than I am now. I fear my today self would find my twenty year oldelle et lui self to be quite insufferable. And my twenty year old self really wanted to get it, I really really wanted to love this movie. This is the movie that Julie Delpy, Ethan Hawke and Richard Linklater wish they could make. The film is basically a series of conversations over a 3 day period between two lovers, named She (who is French) and Him (who is Japanese), who are essentially breaking up. They debate stuff like memory and failed relationships all drawing parallels to the bombing of Hiroshima, which is shown at the beginning of the film almost as a documentary that is narrated by the two characters.

The script was famously written by a novelist and poet Marguerite Duras and was 16 pages long! Yes, 16 pages for a 90 minute film which means there is a lot of repeated dialogue, all coming back to the theme of memory and hiroshimaforgetfulness.  Sounds great, right? Go rent it now! It’s probably on Netflix. If you’re still skeptical, here’s the most famous line from the film: “You are not endowed with memory.” BOOM!

OK, side note, you can also use Hiroshima Mon Amour to play my favorite game: Line from French Film or Smith’s song lyric? Let’s play (answers below):

  1. “No, I feel nothing”
  2. “I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me”
  3. “Life is very long, when you’re lonely”
  4.  “We’ll probably die without ever seeing each other again”
  5. “You were bored in a way that makes a man want to know a woman”
  6. “He never really looks at me, I give him every opportunity”
  7.  “You’re destroying me, you’re good for me”
  8. “Love is natural and real, but not for you my love, not tonight my love” two shot
  9.  “When you speak, I wonder whether you lie or tell the truth”
  10. “He’s going to kiss me and I’ll be lost”
  11. “No, it’s not like any other love. This one is different- because it’s us”
  12. “I’m feeling very sick and ill today but I’m still fond of you”
  13. “Life is never kind but I know what will make you smile tonight”
  14.  “I was bored before I even began”
  15.  “I loved the taste of blood since I tasted yours”

So there you have it, if you love your poetry a little cryptic and melancholy, run, don’t walk to see this film. And I guess that’s why I’ve always been endowed with the memory of watching it for the first time: powerful images, depressing and intensely dramatic one-liners, sign me up!

 

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Answer Key:

  1. Hiroshima Mon Amour
  2. The Smiths- Nowhere Fast
  3. The Smiths- The Queen is Dead
  4. Hiroshima Mon Amour
  5. Hiroshima Mon Amour
  6. The Smiths- Girl Afraid
  7. Hiroshima Mon Amour
  8. The Smiths- I Know it’s Over
  9. Hiroshima Mon Amour
  10. Hiroshima Mon Amour
  11. The Smiths- Hand in Glove
  12. The Smiths- What Difference Does it Make
  13. The Smiths- I Don’t Owe You Anything
  14.  The Smiths- Shoplifters of the World Unite
  15. Hiroshima Mon Amour
If you scored:
13-15: Let’s have lunch! If you can drag yourself from the deep dark depths of your soul.
10-13: You are but a dabbler in the dark arts of French Cinema and Morrissey. I’m ok with that
5-9: Strictly an amateur. Buy some black eyeliner, a horizontal striped shirt and a beret tout suite!
1-4: Go watch Transformers and listen to Lorde.

[Why Watch This?] Gaslight (1944)

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duoLet’s say you were always wondering where the term “Gaslighting” came from. I’m not going to judge, ok, maybe a little bit. But let’s say you were just sitting around on a slow sunday evening, slowly driving your spouse crazy by dimming the lights, and then when she asks: “Did you see the lights just dimmed?” You respond, “No, the lights are the same. You must be craaazzzzyyy.”

There you go, the plot to the 1944 movie Gaslight, preceded by the 1940 movie Gaslight preceded by the 1938 play Gas Light. Paula, played by Ingrid Bergman, is living with her famous opera singer aunt who is killed. When we later see Paula she is in Italy studying opera and having a flirtation with her accompanist Gregory Anton. They marry and move back to her aunt’s townhouse in London.

Charles Boyer plays Gregory and we don’t trust him one bit. Did I mention it’s Victorian London? No, well it is. Stick with me though, you won’t regret it. Soon after moving to London, Gregory suggests that they move all of Alice’s (Paula’s aunt) belongings to the attic. While looking through the things, Paula discovers a letter written to her aunt from Sergius Bower. Gregory reacts violently to her discovery, grabs the letter from her but then quickly recovers his smarmy charm.

lightsThings start to go awry for young Paula. Gregory leaves her alone at night to go to “work,” and she starts hearing funny sounds. The lights (the GAS LIGHTS, get it) dim, because, in case you didn’t know this, when you have gas lights in a house and you turn the gas on in another room the gas dims a little bit in the room you are in. However, no one else witnesses these things, and no one believes her.

Then items start going missing, paintings are taken from the walls and hidden in strange places. Gregory, while at the same time acting sympathetic to Paula’s plight, also uses these strange happenings to convince Paula she is losing her mind. Gregory has a motive, leading back to Alice and Sergius, her belongings, and the attic, to drive Paula insane and commit her to an insane asylum, and get her out of the house.

At the same time we meet Brian Cameron, played by Joseph Cotten. Brian is an American police officer “working” for the Scotland Yard. He spots Paula at the Tower of London and is intrigued. As a boy he had been a great fan of Paula’s aunt, and Paula is a dead ringer for Alice. It inspires him to look into Alice’s murder which brings him closer to the strange goings on at the Anton household.

endGeorge Cukor, the director of this film, has always been known as a great director of women. To prove it, he directed a movie called “The Women” in 1939. In Gaslight, a movie made in the 1940s that takes place in the late 1800’s, the woman character is written with remarkable depth. The transformation of Paula from the meek wife being manipulated by her husband, to a strong woman who triumphs over him is truly something to behold. It is the very reaction of Paula when she discovers the deception and duplicity of Gregory, with the help of Brian, that makes this such a rare and extraordinary film. They let Paula, the victim, take her power back, and Bergman does it in grand Oscar-winning style.

So add to that a really awesome leading man in Cotten’s Brian. He holds your hand through the bad parts because you know that he knows she’s not crazy, and no matter what, he going to save her. And what’s so awesome is that ultimately he helps her but doesn’t save her, she saves hersejclf, and well, there you go, it’s a winner for me.

Let me admit that I’m not a huge fan of costume dramas. The fact that this film was set in Victorian London turned me off for a long time. However, I have to admit that once I finally watched it, I was an instant fan. I even started to wonder what color Joseph Cotten’s hair was in non-black and white. I’m kind of embarrassed to admit that. And, a very young Angela Lansbury is in this film playing the not-very-helpful maid Nancy, which makes you realize how very old Angela Lansbury really is. But it’s neat to see her so young.angie

So, the next time you decide to slowly drive your spouse crazy, “No honey I don’t think the volume is getting quieter on the radio. Maybe something is wrong with your hearing?” Remember it’s called “Gaslighting” and watch this movie to see the origins of it all.

[Scandanavian Crime] Iceland Police Shoot and Kill for First Time

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It has been all over the news lately that on Monday, December 2, the Iceland police shot and killed a suspect who wouldn’t stop shooting at them. So why is this all over the news? 2 reasons:

1. It’s the first time in the country’s 70 year history that the police has shot and killed someone.

2. The police apologized for shooting the suspect, and the officers involved will be going to grief counseling.

Iceland ranks 15th among countries of gun ownership per capita yet there is almost no gun violence to speak of. Maybe that is why they can still mourn a situation that unfortunately seems all to familiar to us here in the States.

Story here.

 

[Scandanavian Crime] Slow TV–Possible Cause of Scandanavian Crime?

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Norwegian television set ratings records this weekend with a 13 hour show about knitting.

Ahem, let me type that again.

Norwegian television set ratings records this weekend with a 13 hour show about knitting.

Yep, hmmm….the first 4 hours consisted of a roundtable discussion about knitting. The next 9 was “long, quiet sequences of knitting and spinning.” Who needs Sunday Night Football on NBC? The picture above shows the triumphant sweater that was completed by the end of the night. The show was originally only supposed to be 12 hours, but it was going so well they extended it an hour.

And this Slow TV special followed previous specials, one about firewood and one following someone on a 7.5 hour train trip.

So yes, the happiest people in the world, also the most twisted. The confluence of this is rocking crime novels and 13 hours of high quality knitting television. Oh Boy! Sorry Granny Jan, but Norwegians are weird.

 

[Scandanavian Crime] It’s a Keeper

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How excited am I? One of my favorite Scandinavian crime books, Keeper of Lost Causes by Jussi Adler-Olsen made into a movie? And it’s in Danish?!?! But wait…no U.S. deal yet for distribution? Why? Are we planning on remaking it badly starring Michael C. Hall and Benedict Cumberbatch. Which would be awesome, for sure, I guess in my attempt to be funny I just came up with my dreamiest casting fantasy of all time! Yay me!

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[Scandanvian Crime] Gets Dissed…

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The Crime Writer’s Association (CWA) is asking it’s 600 members to vote on the greatest ever crime novel. It’s chock full of somebody named “Agatha Christie” yet there isn’t one person on the list with an umlaut in their name. I love Raymond Chandler as much as anyone should really, but to snub all of our happy yet twisted Scandinavian crime writers is just plain wrong. And sure, maybe I’m biased, because I do *heart* Scandinavian crime, but there’s some pretty excellent crime fiction coming out of that region right now that’s above and beyond the cozy mystery of yesteryear. Just saying, CWA. No Jo Nesbo? No Jussi Adler-Olsen?

Ok, as I was typing that my brain was saying to me, really, greatest ever? I mean, Long Goodbye vs. Redbreast? Sherlock effing Holmes vs. the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo? So, maybe not greatest ever, but at least the good stuff of what’s coming out now. I’d like to think Raymond Chandler would enjoy a good Harry Hole story if he indeed liked anything besides booze. (By the way, I’m not really a fan of Steig Larsson, it’s just that the title of his book works from a literary point. I would never compare him to Raymond Chandler. I much prefer the other Scandinavians).

[Scandanavian Crime] Look! It’s Sweden’s Pompeii–Kind of

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Ok, I’m no archaeologist, though I was an archaeology major for 1 semester, and I did skip the Naples/Pompeii trip during my travels in Italy. However, I do know a couple of things about Pompeii:

  1. Volcano exploded and a bunch of people died
  2. Doctor Who went there with Donna and didn’t save one single soul, you know because he can’t interfere and stuff

Now archaeologists in Sweden have discovered a massacre site from the 5th Century. There are a lot of skeletons. If you don’t believe me, watch this video.

Anyway, they are calling it Sweden’s Pompeii. But wait, there was no volcano and no Doctor Who. I mean, I guess there is the whole, something really horrible happened really fast frozen moment of time thing, but still, no lava, no David Tennant.

[Scandanavian Crime] Even in Norway they Hate Romanians

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Ah, Romanians, you loveable scamps you. I find it infinitely quaint that y’all have become the scourge of Europe. Remember fun gypsies? You know, when you were in 2nd grade and your mom wrapped a scarf around your head and put a bunch of gaudy gold jewelry around your neck and you’d buy some clip on huge gold hoops from Target. The best Halloween costume an 8 year old could come up with in 1981, believe me. The best part was that next year your brother could wear the same costume, add an eyepatch and Bingo! Pirate.

Anyway, I remember when I was traveling around Europe and the people I was traveling with (seasoned Australians who seemed so wise at the time. The best advice they gave me? Don’t eat the birdseed you buy in San Marco Square in Venice because they put birdy birth control in it. Thanks mate!) The advice they gave me when we pulled into Rome was to avoid the Romanian gypsies that are everywhere. They’ll rob you blind! They’ll throw their babies at you to distract you and then rob you blind! If they throw their baby at you, don’t catch it! For the love of God! Don’t catch it!

Now in Norway they want to outlaw begging as a way to put a stop to those Romanian rascals. Will it work? Probably not. How can a country where the Salvation Army is so prevalent outlaw begging? How many santas will be out of work this holiday season?!

This story has 2 bonuses: Great picture of the a quite blond politician and a young Romanian woman holding a baby. Watch out!

Norway council urged to ban begging…

Cookie Wisdom

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On my office wall, somewhere between the picture of the Eiffel Tower, a postcard someone sent me from Homer, Alaska, my Italy wall calendar which is currently sporting a picture of Castel Sant’ Angelo, and my company’s Mission Statement is my own little personal Mission Statement. It came to me in a fortune cookie. I don’t remember exactly when I cracked open this cookie or from which Chinese restaurant it came. It’s been on my wall for a long time and I look at it at least once a day, think about what it means to me that day, and move on.

Almost ThereIt says: YOU ARE ALMOST THERE

Sometimes, during my pessimistic moments, it’s taunting me. I’m almost there, I’ll always be almost there, I’ll never just be there.

Sometimes, in my “get me the hell out of here” moments, it’s reassuring. That little piece of paper gets me, it’s telling me to hold on, keep going, the end is in sight.

Sometimes, in my metaphysical moments, it’s questioning me. Where is “there?” When will you know when you’re “there?” If you do reach “there” will there be another “there?”

I like to think about what “there” is. Some days it’s just the end of this chapter, the day I pack up my desk and walk out the door. Some days it’s an actual “there”–a place, like the Tel Aviv airport with my luggage trying to adjust to the smell of a new place. Some days it’s my mind, it’s the little place where I’m not questioning or over-analyzing and over thinking and making myself nuts. Some days it’s nowhere– a long dirt road that I can’t see the end of.

It’s the perfect fortune for me, evocative and changing, perfect for my overactive brain. I can think it to death and never have an answer. I’ll just want to keep thinking some more. Maybe someday I’ll have the answer- maybe I’m almost there. I hope not.