Sunday, April 13, 2008
Auden in Hong Kong!
I rented a Mandarin film last evening called The Map of Sex and Love (2001) not expecting much. I was hoping that the other movie I had rented - Defense d'Aimer (2002) - would be the real star of my weekend movie watching! I ended up watching the Mandarin film twice, taking notes, frequently pressing the pause button to take pictures of scenes. So, yes, let's just say The Map of Sex and Love has now made a permanent place in my map of world cinema. Not since Happy Together (1997) has a Hong Kong film impressed me so much. While there a million things to discuss about this cinema verite-style movie, I will merely concentrate on a tiny scene, towards the end of the film. New York-residing Wei Ming (Bernardo Chow) sends a video letter to his friends back in Hong Kong, where he has been making a documentary. Resting against a rugged wall somewhere in New York, he tells his audience of three back in Hong Kong (a girl who loved him, inspite of knowing that he is gay, a male dancer who becomes his lover during the Hong Kong stay, and a man that the male dancer was once picked up by at a bath house) that when he first arrived in New York a friend had taken him to show the apartment block where Auden lived. He says that outside the block was a plaque which carried two lines of Auden's poetry: "If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me." He says that the plaque has since been stolen. What is interesting is the way the lines are used in the film. When Wei speaks the words, misquoting the line as "If no love can equal be.." the camera shows him. It is the lens of Wei's own camcorder through which we see him. But as he comes to the second line, "Let the more loving one be me" he is no longer there on the screen. It is the director's camera that shows the disappointed, pained expression on the face of Larry, the male dancer, who has loved Wei more than Wei has loved back. And, even more interestingly, as Wei's voice becomes the voice-over, the camera tracks the bathhouse man. The man walks away from the television screen and sits far from Larry, because Larry had hurt him by giving him a fake mobile number. As the camera focusses on the bathhouse man's hurt expression, we hear Wei saying that perhaps the plaque was taken away because nobody wanted to think of themselves as being the more loving one.
Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994) was responsible for putting Auden's poetry into the Bestseller Lists 21 years after his death because in the film a gay man, in a voice almost breaking with uncried tears, recites Auden's "Funeral Blues" at the funeral of his lover. I believe The Map of Sex and Love manages an equally successful application of Auden's poetry.
Erratum: In my previous post "preposterous" appeared as "preposteropus"!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Knowing Me, Knowing ABBA!
For many years now Sunday afternoon for me has meant watching Vivement Dimanche on TV5. Not that I'm a fan of Michel Drucker (I'm not). I find the man peculiarly bland, boring and humourless. But I do enjoy watching the steady parade of international celebrities that pass through his show and chit chat sitting on the signature red sofa. Sunday before last the programme was devoted to French disco/pop icon of the 70's Claude Francois (better known to the English speaking world as the man who sang the original of what in English became Frank Sinatra's "My Way". Last Sunday, 30th March 2008, Michel Drucker absolutely made my weekend by devoting the show to ABBA! Although the show was put together to mark the imminent arrival of the musical Mama Mia! in Paris (1st to 13th July) and the release of the film of the musical (24th September 2008) but for me the show was made special by the appearance of Anni-Frid Lyngstad on the show. Although she didn't sit on the famous red sofa (she was interviewed elsewhere, as can be made out from my TV grab above), it was Drucker talking to her which threaded through the programme, interrupted by ABBA videos, live performances by the cast of Mama Mia!, trailer of the film, clips from the cult ABBA -The Movie, a performance by Sylvie Vartan etc.
Watching the show made me wonder about popular culture in the 1970's in general and ABBA in particular. Why was I so moved by their garish fashions, platform heals, wonky teeth, dowdy hair and annoyingly powerful melodies? I guess I was moved because in them, as indeed in many 70's artistes, one saw that great talent did not have to reside in "perfect" bodies. As opposed to the visually-fixated age in which we live right now, where your talent is secondary to your looks and telegeniality, there was a time when you didn't have to have a stylist for every part of your body; a time when merely being talented was enough. Watching the ABBA show as I was, just a week after watching Claude Francois ("Clo clo" to his fans!) put his anorectically thin body through the most preposteropus dance moves, while being framed by the barely-clad "Claudettes", I realized that ABBA had never made any attempt at packaging themselves as "sexy". They were singers with wonderful, open voices, carrying the most soaring melodies, not bimbos or himbos, relying on technology to make their pathetic voices sound almost melodious!
The fact that ABBA lives on whereas the world has forgotten about the much more recent Samantha Fox tells its story!
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