<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622624533320964209</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:08:55.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Presents: Cinematic Modernism</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942200499795917408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622624533320964209.post-1756753569819180508</id><published>2009-06-05T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:53:17.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo: Fun for the whole family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I wouldn't call Ozu's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokyo Story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;funtastic&lt;/span&gt; or tell everyone to break out the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;popcorn&lt;/span&gt; at the very mention of it, the film left me with a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this film remove or redeem &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so often removed by modernist cinema?&lt;br /&gt;What does the effect of the &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;still camera&lt;/span&gt; give the film?&lt;br /&gt;How do camera &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;angles&lt;/span&gt; present domesticity in the film and how does this contrast to the title of the film?&lt;br /&gt;And How much did Bridgestone pay to get that tyre in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On first watching the film, it seems that it highlights the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; of humanity in the family. However, perhaps the greatest commentary on humanity is through its absence. Noriko is the most human character and we see how she is affected by the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt; of her mother in law. In contrast the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;detachment&lt;/span&gt; of other characters may be seen as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mechanism&lt;/span&gt; to deal with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;loss&lt;/span&gt; of their brother and later their mother, and also with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;war&lt;/span&gt; which is implicit in the film. Where other films question humanity through &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;commodities&lt;/span&gt; ('House') or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; humanity (Mabel's dancing in 'Piccadilly'), the absence of humanity in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokyo Story&lt;/span&gt; raises more appropriate and less cynical questions. It is an absence due to loss, specifically human loss. This is primarily a film about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;  and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;relationships lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first of the films we have seen in which the characters move around in the frame while the camera remains still. This cinematography gives a &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;fly on the wall&lt;/span&gt; effect. Perhaps it is more of a fly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; on the wall. I found myself wanting them to do something more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe that is just my image of modern Tokyo or current films but the lack of emotion coupled with the lack of movement really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;slowed down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the film. I was reminded of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rose Hobart&lt;/span&gt; and how it was slowed down to become almost &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;hypnotic&lt;/span&gt;.  It was like Ozu has the same &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; with this family as Cornell had with Rose Hobart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The human is also represented in camera angles. In what seems at first to be a game of how-low- can-Ozu-go, the low placement of the camera encapsulates the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;audience&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world of the characters&lt;/span&gt;. Alternatively, other films look down upon characters. We are placed within the living space of the film. And this is exactly what we see throughout the film; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;living&lt;/span&gt;. Characters perform everyday tasks like cleaning and locking doors. It is almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anti-cinematic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title implies a focus on the city and yet we see very little of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cityscape&lt;/span&gt; or even the streets. It is as though the city is made of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;domestic&lt;/span&gt; spaces. The story isn't about going to Tokyo or even being in Tokyo. The setting is Tokyo and yet the story is exclusively about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;family&lt;/span&gt;. The domestic space and the everyday activities focus the story on the people in the film, not on the settings or the costume. Eames' '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House After Ten Years&lt;/span&gt;' is also focused on the domestic but the absence of people means the audience is detached. Where House defines humanity through commodities, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokyo Story&lt;/span&gt; presents humanity as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; (no matter how dysfunctional they may be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4622624533320964209-1756753569819180508?l=rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/feeds/1756753569819180508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/06/tokyo-fun-for-whole-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/1756753569819180508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/1756753569819180508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/06/tokyo-fun-for-whole-family.html' title='Tokyo: Fun for the whole family!'/><author><name>Rachel D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942200499795917408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622624533320964209.post-2073905520676305701</id><published>2009-05-21T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:11:16.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fountainhead</title><content type='html'>The Fountainhead is a story which leaves nothing to the imagination. It is a single dimension where nothing is insinuated or implied. This novel and its film counterpart are the answer to the shadows and newspapers of Piccadilly. The characters are as subtle as buildings. The psychological intrigues, hidden desires and ambiguities which are pivotal to other films, novels and artworks are made explicit in The Fountainhead. Everything in the work is physically represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The existence of the novel itself,as a precursor to the film, is physically present as a precursor in the film. The characters thoughts and feelings are stated plainly, be it through dialogue or an over dramatic staring at ones self in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attempt at subtlety may be seen in the scene where Dominique visits the quarry and first sees Rourke. I am a fan of euphemisms as much as the next former-catholic-schoolgirl, but seriously, suggestively drilling into stone doesn't leave much room for interpretation (of all the machinery he could be using?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of dialogue in this novel and the film is surprisingly refreshing. Very rarely do people explicitly state how they feel and what they think. This is because the characters in The Fountainhead are just that, characters and not people. They are not real, not layered, not morally and psychologically conflicted. They are the physical embodiment of an idea of a perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Real Rebels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole concept of a rebel architect was a little lost on me. I was unsure whether this was meant to be a serious issue. In the beginning f both the novel and the film, Rourke is expelled because he such a dangerous little architect. I could imagine the other architects being outraged that he refrained from using columns both inside or outside. And as their monocles fall into their glasses of champagne Rourke puts on a pair of aviator sunglasses and a leather jacket and rides off on a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comical rebel reminded me of The Crying of Lot 49. A rogue postal service just doesn't seem that hardcore and yet they seem to think they are the message delivery mafia. Perhaps it is just the years of dramatic tales of good and evil and characters who are genuinely rebels which makes these institutions so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no interest in progressive architecture (seriously, can you imagine how many people it will take to wash the windows on the new law school building?), I could not relate to the ideas of Howard Rourke. The coldness and flatness of his designs were matched only by the coldness and flatness of himself. They raised the issue of function over fashion as well as designer and audience. If Rourke wants to make his buildings without compromise then he and his ideas can live on the street for the rest of his life. Art is more eternal than anything functional. Function is temporal and is explicit and is not what people want. People want fantasy, not reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are elements of The Fountainhead which did not annoy me. The explicit nature of the characters was a good thing. The unmediated honesty is a welcome change from other novels and films.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4622624533320964209-2073905520676305701?l=rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/feeds/2073905520676305701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/05/fountainhead.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/2073905520676305701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/2073905520676305701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/05/fountainhead.html' title='The Fountainhead'/><author><name>Rachel D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942200499795917408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622624533320964209.post-8162064635376493692</id><published>2009-05-19T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:23:57.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King Kong vs Wise Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	-- 	&lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;The similar experience of the cinematic in both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wise Blood&lt;/span&gt; is most significant given the juxtaposing themes and beliefs exemplar in these texts. The aesthetic and meaning in the two works are so different that the cinema experience becomes a uniting factor and this is the strongest perception of the cinema in these two texts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the beginning...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;To start with the differences, these films are definitive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opposites&lt;/span&gt;. King Kong is a story about an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expedition&lt;/span&gt; whereas Wise Blood is about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;homecoming&lt;/span&gt;. The image of the wold in these works is subsequently very different. King Kong is a worldly film. This is not only seen in the juxtaposing of New York and Skull Island. It is apparent with every reference to other countries which are scattered over the globe. They are western and oriental, big and small. What is most important about these references is that they are fluent. Where Wise Blood is isolated to Southern American culture, a region synonymous with racial distinctions and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;judgment&lt;/span&gt; of neighboring cultures, King Kong is not judgmental but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;curious &lt;/span&gt;about foreign culture.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;This is best shown in the scene where the characters first interact with the native population on the island. That the two groups communicate in the native is significant. When I went to Hong Kong with family, they seemed to believe anyone could understand English if it was spoken loud and slow enough. For this reason, I was surprised to see the respect that the Americans in King Kong had for other cultures. They seem to acknowledge the customs of the natives. The initiative to try film the ritual suggests curiosity and want to understand this.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;In contrast, Wise Blood is focused on judgment. The characters believe they have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; knowledge&lt;/span&gt; and are not curious about others or the world. This is subsequent to the world experience they believe they have. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belief &lt;/span&gt;is an interesting concept in Wise Blood. The nature of religion is belief without knowledge. What faith is there in a church without Christ?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic;"&gt;Human vs Divine...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;As Wise Blood debates the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nature of divinity&lt;/span&gt;, King Kong offers question on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nature of humanity&lt;/span&gt;. Apes behaving as humans, humans dressing and acting as apes. Humans, perhaps, are trying to capture these primitive instincts. It may suggest that humans are not so progressed from apes. In the film they are driven by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt; and not controlled by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;. It exposes the animalistic in the human.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Alternatively, human is all there is for Wise Blood. The very title insinuates reason and knowledge. Furthermore, Blood is aesthetically human and, more importantly, mortal. The absence of ultimate divinity assumes a certain divinity in the human.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;After reading/watching these works consecutively we are left with a definitive human experience, between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the animalistic and the divine&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic;"&gt;And now, the cinema...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;The balance which is humanity is dramatized in the cinematic experience. It allows for creation of people through characters, the control of fate within the plot and it creates followers. It also provides for expression of unrestricted desires, as seen in Piccadilly. In the experience, film allows for escape from reason and can expose innate emotions, as seen in Wise Blood. The cinema construction and experience is what unites these two opposing films.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4622624533320964209-8162064635376493692?l=rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/feeds/8162064635376493692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/05/king-kong-vs-wise-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/8162064635376493692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/8162064635376493692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/05/king-kong-vs-wise-blood.html' title='King Kong vs Wise Blood'/><author><name>Rachel D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942200499795917408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622624533320964209.post-7486156730872144299</id><published>2009-05-05T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:45:43.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings on Manhatta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0xZHQWyd1M/SgDqGTDPEYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZFZMYdnxbUY/s1600-h/P9301997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0xZHQWyd1M/SgDqGTDPEYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZFZMYdnxbUY/s320/P9301997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332519352720626050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After watching Manhatta I was surprised at how similar that representation of New York is to the modern city. I was in New York over Christmas and some of the pictures which define the modern city were mirrored exactly in the definitive symphony, Manhatta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0xZHQWyd1M/SgDqG8UO7CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TauEUaV5fj8/s1600-h/PA012152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0xZHQWyd1M/SgDqG8UO7CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TauEUaV5fj8/s320/PA012152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332519363797773346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a constant flow of people. The images of construction in the film are eerily prophetic of the modern identity as a major attraction is the World Trade Centre site. The symbol of trains is still indicative of cosmopolitan life in Manhattan. The global image of New York as a leading world city and a dynamic city is at odds with the persistent, static industry which defines the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0xZHQWyd1M/SgDqGKCOQaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LpU4ueB7d1I/s1600-h/P9302004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0xZHQWyd1M/SgDqGKCOQaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LpU4ueB7d1I/s320/P9302004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332519350300459426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4622624533320964209-7486156730872144299?l=rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/feeds/7486156730872144299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/05/musings-on-manhatta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/7486156730872144299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/7486156730872144299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/05/musings-on-manhatta.html' title='Musings on Manhatta'/><author><name>Rachel D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942200499795917408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0xZHQWyd1M/SgDqGTDPEYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZFZMYdnxbUY/s72-c/P9301997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622624533320964209.post-8168924789532122810</id><published>2009-03-18T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:54:54.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Piccadilly": Illuminating Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ilm exposes the tension&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;between &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;public and private and the realm of spectacle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There is the division of backstage and the dance floor, the club patrons and the performers and the club restaurant and the kitchens. There is the choreographed, self-conscious realm of the public and the individual, desire-driven space of the private. This idea of hidden or private spaces is also seen through the use of newspapers, screens and closed doors. The &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;news print&lt;/span&gt; is indicative of public knowledge and mass production and hiding behind this medium is an allegory for the private lives of topical characters or the real stories behind topical events. In the opening scenes both Vic and Mabel step out from closed doors as though they are entering their public persona's. The private space of Mabel can be seen to encourage the tension between these worlds as she is always dressed as though for performance. She seems to conduct herself as though she is being watched even in the privacy of her room. There are parts of her character which do differ from public to private. When performing she wears very little and shows a lot of skin. She is highly energetic and outgoing. Backstage she is covered with scarves and hiding behind newspapers and her face is shadowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coat room&lt;/span&gt; can be seen as an in between place where the ladies are both preparing and performing. They are seen by the other ladies and themselves and yet they are combing their eyebrows (?!) in a mixture of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;composure and freedom&lt;/span&gt;. Their images are multiplied and illuminated in the mirrors. This use of mirrors is followed at the bar with fragmentation and reflection of the customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0xZHQWyd1M/ScGHD1-cJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KtJAOfIlYeQ/s1600-h/P9302009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0xZHQWyd1M/ScGHD1-cJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KtJAOfIlYeQ/s320/P9302009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314677535372223682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first scene of the club the couples dancing appear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kaleidoscopic&lt;/span&gt; in the centre of  the room. From this perspective the cinema audience is looking down on the balcony and dance floor and in turn the people on the balcony are watching the people on the dance floor. It is like taking pictures of people taking taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;layering&lt;/span&gt; mirrors the layering of public and private domains in the movie. It highlights the spectacle of this space.The exposure of the private exposes the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;suppressed desires&lt;/span&gt; of the characters. For Shosho this is her want of dancing which she can express in her space in the scullery at the beginning of the film. Being discovered and reprimanded begins the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pattern of exposing desires and their consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;witnessing&lt;/span&gt; of the personal/ private space is reflective of the witnessing of desires. Arguably the film encourages the separation of public and private as the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;intrusion&lt;/span&gt; of the two prove deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of mirroring in the film can be discussed in terms of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;film imitating life&lt;/span&gt;. As Shosho outshines Mabel in the club, Anna May Wong is seen as the lead instead of Gilda Gray. Wikipedia lists Anna May Wong ahead of Gilda Gray in their entry on the film. Most images of the film feature Wong where there would usually be the protagonist. This is arguably because of the expectations of the cinema audience. This &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'ugly duckling'&lt;/span&gt; or 'underdog' style plot always captures the imagination and interest of the audience because of the character who is transformed not the one who starts on top. This sounds clichéd and old fashioned but this years Academy Award winner for Best Film, Slumdog Millionaire, had this same age old story line proving this pattern is still a favorite for cinema audiences. The reason, i  believe, is that it encourages that desires are attainable and it is always uplifting no matter how many times it is repeated.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for  'Piccadilly' the  exploration of desire does not lead to a happy ending but the development of Anna May Wong's character is what makes her the favorite above Gilda Gray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4622624533320964209-8168924789532122810?l=rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/feeds/8168924789532122810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/03/piccadilly-illuminating-desires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/8168924789532122810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/8168924789532122810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/03/piccadilly-illuminating-desires.html' title='&quot;Piccadilly&quot;: Illuminating Desires'/><author><name>Rachel D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942200499795917408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0xZHQWyd1M/ScGHD1-cJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KtJAOfIlYeQ/s72-c/P9302009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622624533320964209.post-1849946772831768231</id><published>2009-03-11T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:08:08.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blood of a Poet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The opening of this film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  looks like someone tried to dress up as a mummy but got confused trying to cover his suit. He eventually figures himself out and his shirt seems to disappear with the wrapping. He still wears his powdered wig though so he seems to have moved on to the renaissance.  Upon removing his wig he becomes a modern character. While the costume marks the progression of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;history&lt;/span&gt; the writing reflects a digression from persisting coat of arms to early insignias and enigmas.&lt;br /&gt;The main concern of the film is arguably &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;misrepresentation&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;artistic expression&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hidden truths&lt;/span&gt;. The quote about the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; and the similarities of a coat of arms and poetry could be about how artists or poets transform &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;physical&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; into an appealing art form, be it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;painting&lt;/span&gt;. The negative family relations and qualities are hidden behind a coat of arms which stands to represent that family seemingly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truthfully&lt;/span&gt;. In both cases the reality of the representation needs to be interpreted as the image or lyric is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consciously constructed facade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ambiguity of the poet&lt;/span&gt; is also seen visually as his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;silhouette&lt;/span&gt; is seen through the canvas&lt;/span&gt;. His identity is hidden in his artwork. Then he appears beside his work and we see he is actually shirtless and wearing a funny wig.&lt;br /&gt;The brief images of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chimney or buildings) &lt;/span&gt;reinforce the theme of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;construction&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reconstruction&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deconstruction&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The wire frames also show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transparency&lt;/span&gt; and subsequent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vulnerability&lt;/span&gt;. Exposing oneself in any art form opens the artist to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;personal criticism&lt;/span&gt; as well as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;artistic criticism&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honesty in art&lt;/span&gt; is therefore harder and takes more courage. In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt; it is easy to sing songs which others have written and don't have a real message. And its not only being honest but what you are being honest about which attracts criticism. You can be the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; millionth &lt;/span&gt;person to write and perform a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;love song&lt;/span&gt; and you are praised for your skills but if you write about your experiences with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt; you are labeled &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'emo'&lt;/span&gt; and don't get the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;respect.&lt;/span&gt; It is harder to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;express&lt;/span&gt; to an artists family and the general public an artists hard times and pain than about love or clubbing. The &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;blood of these poets&lt;/span&gt; is transformed into &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tragically beautiful lyrics &lt;/span&gt;and they expose issues that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mainstream &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uniform &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hip hop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;RnB&lt;/span&gt; don't approach. The personal becomes public and while the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;purity&lt;/span&gt; of the inner&lt;/span&gt; emotion and passion is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;corrupted&lt;/span&gt; through this expression, great artists can create the aesthetic and the message.&lt;br /&gt;There is a bit of a conundrum in artistic expression. You can be honest and risk being criticized for personal experiences but maintain integrity and pride. You can mask the experiences behind the art and blend in with everyone else. You can remove yourself altogether and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paint&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perform&lt;/span&gt; others work and be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4622624533320964209-1849946772831768231?l=rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/feeds/1849946772831768231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/03/blood-of-poet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/1849946772831768231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4622624533320964209/posts/default/1849946772831768231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelpresentscinematicmodernism.blogspot.com/2009/03/blood-of-poet.html' title='The Blood of a Poet'/><author><name>Rachel D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13942200499795917408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
