Wednesday, 12 February 2020

Stagecoach

a film by John Ford

Another 1939 picture from this incredibly prolific director (in his lifetime, John Ford directed more than 140 films). Well, I didn’t care much for the “main” characters, that is, Dallas and Ringo Kid, played by Claire Trevor and John Wayne, respectively. (By the way, it looks like this is the first film starring John Wayne that I’ve ever seen; until now, I only knew his name from Robert Rankin books.) It were the supporting cast who made my evening yesterday: Andy Devine as the stagecoach driver, Buck; fantastic Thomas Mitchell as permanently drunk Doc Boone; Donald Meek (who was also playing the prosecutor in Young Mr. Lincoln) as The Reverend whiskey salesman Mr. Peacock; and Chris-Pin Martin as the innkeeper Chris. The portrayal of the “savage” Native Americans in the film will surely make you cringe, while the monologue of Mr. Gatewood, a currupt banker played by Berton Churchill, is painfully familiar.

Gatewood (clutching valise with embezzled funds): I don’t know what the government is coming to. Instead of protecting businessmen, it pokes its nose into business. Why, they’re even talking now about having bank examiners. As if we bankers don’t know how to run our own banks. Why Boone, I actually have a letter from a popinjay official saying they were going to inspect my books. I have a slogan that should be emblazoned on every newspaper in the country: “America for Americans”! The government must not interfere with business. Reduce taxes! Our national debt is something shocking! Over one billion dollars a year! What this country needs is a businessman for President.

Sunday, 9 February 2020

Кин-дза-дза!

a film by Georgi Daneliya
music by Giya Kancheli

I remember me first seeing Kin-dza-dza! in 1987. I quite liked it even though found it a bit long. Ku.

And the second ku a week or so later — back in those days, you had to catch a film during its theatrical run or else (where “else” = probably never). Almost instantaneously, Kin-dza-dza! became a cult classic and a source of many witty quotes, at least among my and my brother’s university mates. Ku twice.

Years later, watching Mad Max 3 on the telly, I couldn’t help thinking how much deeper, more absurd and, above all, how much funnier Kin-dza-dza! was. Now that I’ve mentioned it, Mad Max is not funny at all. Kü!

Many, many years later, re-watching Kin-dza-dza! after a very long gap. (While I was not looking, an animated remake was released and Google made the 30th Anniversary Doodle.) The great Leonov, Yakovlev, Daneliya and Kancheli are gone but the film has not aged. If anything, it is even more relevant today, what with rampant Plückification of our own planet. Was it that ahead of its time?

Strangely enough, or maybe not, I couldn’t find any decent quality “official” trailer of the movie, although the complete movie is available on YouTube in HD, courtesy of Mosfilm. The English subtitles there are a bit kü but this should not stop you from having ku.

Гедеван Александрович: Извините, а чатлане и пацаки — это национальность?
Уэф: Нет.
Гедеван Александрович: Биологический фактор?
Уэф: Нет.
Гедеван Александрович: Лица с других планет?
Уэф: Нет.
Гедеван Александрович: А в чём они друг от друга отличаются?
Уэф: Ты что, дальтоник, Скрипач — зелёный цвет от оранжевого отличить не можешь? Турист.

Thursday, 6 February 2020

Mala mujer: La revolución que te hará libre

by Noemí Casquet
illustrated by Andyn

In what sense is the protagonist of this book “bad”? Well, I suppose a “bad” woman is the opposite of a “good” (that is, conforming to the heteropatriarchal social expectations) girl, as exemplified by Noemí Casquet herself at a tender young age:

Era buena. Sí, la niña buena. Me sentaba con las piernas cruzadas. Me callaba cuando por la calle me silbaban cual perro. Lloraba todas las noches por no sentirme a gusto con mi cuerpo. Odiaba mi menstruación y el ciclo menstrual. Adoraba los dramas repentinos en las relaciones, los portazos y los llantos seguidos de polvos de reconciliación. ¿Sexo en grupo? Jamás. Llevaba sujetador cada día de mi existencia porque tenía un pecho más grande que el otro y se marcaban los pezones con el frío. Qué vergüenza ir sin sostén. La gente sabría que tengo pezones. Estuve en una relación extremadamente tóxica y de maltrato psicológico durante seis años. Me pilló demasiado joven, a los catorce, justamente cuando empezaba a explorar mi sexualidad. Me negué durante demasiado tiempo mi bisexualidad. Creo que me negué todo lo que conllevara follar y dejarme llevar, en general. Me veía fea y gorda y estúpida. Quería seguir el camino establecido como la que más: casarme, tener hi jos, un trabajo estable en una oficina y una casa propia. Era celosa e impulsiva, dramática y egocéntrica. Me importaba lo que decían los demás. Tenía una ansiedad tremenda y a veces no quería salir de la cama.

Of course, it is up to the reader to discover her own unique way to be “bad”. One thing is clear: a “bad woman” is an informed woman. And the book does a good job to inform. In a space of some two hundred plus pages, it covers topics such as gender identity, sexual and relational orientation, self-esteem, “anatomy for dummies”, menstruation, masturbation, sex toys, squirting, hetero- and homosexual practices, STI/STD and their prevention, contraception, group sex, BDSM, Tantra, pornography (complete with the list of the ethical/feminist porn producers), romantic love (or “de mierda”, in the author’s words), emotion management, toxic relationships, and relationship contracts — and all in a rather lighthearted, easy-to-read, humorous way. There is even a QR code for Noemí’s sex playlist. Who said that the revolution can’t be fun?

I guess, as a cisgender man, I am not exactly this book’s target audience. Who cares, I thoroughly enjoyed it anyway. What I found (not) a little bit irritating were the author’s forays into pseudoscience, which I think do not help her cause at all. No, there is no proven correlation between the lunar phases and human physiology, including menstrual cycle and neurotransmitter levels. She could have made a convincing case for the use of menstrual cup without the rant about the evils of “chemicals”. I was also alarmed at a mention of emotional intelligence (which always scores high on my bullshit radar) although what she goes on to say about emotion management is just a common sense advice to verbalise what you feel and want — because none of us is a clairvoyant. The list of yes/no questions in the section 4.2.5 (the more “yeses”, the more “toxic” is a relationship) actually includes a question where “yes” is a healthy answer; I hope that is corrected in the future editions.

The book wouldn’t be half the fun if not for striking black, white and red drawings by Andyn (Andrea Núñez), the young illustrator from Gran Canaria. One more reason to forget the Kindle and opt for a real thing. Ironically, the cover of the book as shown at Amazon or whatever other online shop sports a cartoon girl with her nipples covered by an embossing tape label that reads #FreeTheNipple while the physical copy that I borrowed from our library has no such abomination (see how it should look here).

Wednesday, 5 February 2020

Young Mr. Lincoln

a film by John Ford

I am not a fan of courtroom drama. So allow me to suggest that, no matter you like this genre or not, you too may enjoy the adventures of young Abe Lincoln (Henry Fonda) as he starts his legal practice in Springfield, Illinois after reading just one thick book. He also indulges in cake competition judging, log splitting, and tug of war. I guess the modern lawyer-centered filmmakers can too learn a trick or two from this classic. It’s not exactly a comedy but it has enough comic elements to keep you awake. Watch out for the judge (Spencer Charters) and Sam Boone, a town drunk turned juror (uncredited appearance of the director’s older brother Francis Ford).

I have to admit that until yesterday I had no slightest idea who John Ford was; thanks to the retrospective by Filmoteca Canaria, I do now.

Friday, 31 January 2020

Free live music and dance in Las Palmas, January 2020

This month, I attended several events of Festival ...en paralelo. But en paralelo to what? To the 36th International Music Festival of the Canary Islands (FIMC). All performances en paralelo were free of charge, featured Canarian artists and took place on more than one island. I, naturally, went to those in Las Palmas.

  • 16 January: Sinakt/Teresa Lorenzo/Paloma Hurtado @ Plaza Jardines del Atlántico, Las Canteras, Las Palmas de Gran Canaria
      Included Ephímera by Paloma Hurtado (modern dance), Pájaro by Teresa Lorenzo (modern dance) and Fly on Fire by Sinakt (aerial acts and fire twirling).
  • 19 January: Coro Ainur and Ensemble OSLP - Réquiem de Fauré @ Iglesia San Francisco de Asís
      Timur and I went to see the Chamber Choir Ainur and a group of musicians from Orquesta Sinfónica de Las Palmas performing in the Church of St. Francis of Assisi. My, it turned out to be unexpectedly crowded. The concert started straight after Mass and I guess some Mass-goers just stayed there. The programme included
      • Francisco Guerrero: Trahe me post te
      • Melchor López: Ave Regina caelorum
      • Franz Biebl: Ave María
      • César Alejandro Carrillo: Salve Regina
      • Urmas Sisask: Seisab valurikas Ema
      • Anon., arr. S. Class: Maria durch ein Dornwald ging
      • Philip Stopford: Ave Regina caelorum
      • Gabriel Fauré: Réquiem, Op. 48 (1893 version)
  • 20 January: Cuarteto Ornati @ Conservatorio Superior de Música de Canarias, calle Maninidra, 1
And the other stuff this month was not bad either.
  • 23 January: Bandolero @ Teatro Guiniguada, Plaza F. Mesa de León
      The 2020 season of Mousikê La Laguna was opened by José Manuel Ruiz Motos aka “Bandolero” with a masterclass of flamenco percussion, with a nice little jam of “masterstudents” (guitar, flute, cajón, vocal...) in the end.

  • 24 January: Supernatural @ The Paper Club, Calle Remedios, 10

  • 25 January: Benito Cabrera @ Auditorio José Antonio Ramos, Parque Doramas
      Musicando is back! Benito Cabrera presented his new programme Canarias: vino al mundo, with participation of the dancer, choreorgapher and body percussionist Jep Meléndez and singer Jose Manuel Ramos.

Looking forward to more music in February.

Wednesday, 29 January 2020

Свидетели Путина

a film by Vitaly Mansky

The first Documental del Mes of 2020 in Teatro Guiniguada was Los testigos de Putin (Putin’s Witnesses), in Russian with Spanish subtitles. The film opens with a home video footage on the New Year’s Eve 1999. We hear Yeltsin’s resignation speech on the Russian TV. In contrast to Mansky himself at the time (I think), his wife immediately realises what’s going on and what’s in store for Russia and Russians.

No, I didn’t learn much new about our eagle Don Reba from this documentary, but many half- or well-forgotten facts and faces came rushing back. In my humble opinion, these are the three key scenes:

  • The spookiest: the one at the 2000 presidential campaign headquarters and Mansky’s “where are they now?” commentary. Of all the people in the room, only trusty Medved, at the time of the film’s release, was still flying high; not for much longer though. Incidentally, Stierlitz gets mentioned as if to remind us what was the first profession of our Dobby.
  • The most poignant: the one where Boris Nikolaevich, the very same election night, tries (unsuccessfully) to phone his protégé and congratulate him. The naïveté of the ex-president is astounding and yet something that one could fully expect from him. In spite of, or thanks to, his many flaws, Yeltsin was only a human being — quite unlike his successor.
  • The creepiest: Mikhalkov & Mikhalkov at the recording of the “new” (Stalin and Lenin out, the God in) State Anthem. As Father Ted put it, “Funny how you get more right-wing as you get older”.

Monday, 27 January 2020

LILA: Historia Gráfica de una Lucha

by Toni Galmés and Mª Ángeles Cabré
preface by Paula Bonet

When I saw it in the library, from the far, my first thought was: “Finally, a book about my favourite singer”! Of course, I was wrong, but still I am thankful to Lila Downs for the fact I opened this book and took it home.

Lila: historia gráfica de una lucha is a Spanish version of Lila: història gràfica d’una lluita and presents, to quote its publisher, Comanegra, “the history of feminism through its most representative images”. No, it is more than that. Artists are the fighters, and the images are the weapons. But how much feminist history and art one can fit in a 160-page volume? Quite a lot, actually. From abolitionism and suffragist movement to Arab Spring, Malala, Women’s March, #MeToo and, closer home,“Yo también soy adúltera”, 15-M movement and La Manada case; and, art-wise, from Delacroix and Goya through Rosie the Riveter to Guerrilla Girls, Femen, Pussy Riot, Pussyhat, and even Rosalía. Informative and up-to-date — I didn’t know about Ana Orantes murder or Rojava revolution before — and a pleasure to leaf through. My only issue is with the small size of illustrations placed in the margins, while on some pages the same margins are left completely blank.