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Ben Gazzara Dies at 81; Peter Bogdanovich Remembers

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Ben Gazzara died on February 3, 2012 at the age of 81 from pancreatic cancer. IndieWire called Peter Bogdanovich who was Gazzara’s close friend and directed him in several films. You can read the full interview; and in the opinion of Bogdanovich, “they don’t make actors like Ben anymore“.

In his 60-year career as an actor, Gazzara also had a part in 1992 adaptation of Quiet Flows the Don by Sergei Bondarchuk, he played General Sekretov. You know that I have supported the film, even as it appeared on the Russian screens as a TV mini-series. But I’ll soon have the chance to watch the English version, and I’m really looking forward to that. Either way, I’m afraid the Russian audience was even more oblivious of Gazzara than it was of either Rupert Everett or F. Murray Abraham. Which is a shame.

Charlie Chaplin on Life and Love for Oneself

As I began to love myself, I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is authenticity.

As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody as I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it respect.

As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life, and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call it maturity.

As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm. Today I call it self-confidence.

As I began to love myself I quit steeling my own time, and I stopped designing huge projects for the future. Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm. Today I call it simplicity.

As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything the drew me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism. Today I know it is love of oneself.

As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is modesty.

As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worry about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where EVERYTHING is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it fulfillment.

As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But As I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection wisdom of the heart.

We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born.
Today I know that is life!

Charlie Chaplin (1959)

Happy Birthday! 🙂

И на русском 🙂

Полюби самого себя
Когда я полюбил себя, я понял, что тоска и страдания – это только предупредительные сигналы о том, что я живу против своей собственной истины. Сегодня я знаю, что это называется «Быть самим собой».

Когда я полюбил себя, я понял, как сильно можно обидеть кого-то, если навязывать ему исполнение его же собственных желаний, когда время еще не подошло, и человек еще не готов, и этот человек – я сам. Сегодня я называю это «Самоуважением».

Когда я полюбил себя, я перестал желать другой жизни, и вдруг увидел, что жизнь, которая меня окружает сейчас, предоставляет мне все возможности для роста. Сегодня я называю это «Зрелость».

Когда я полюбил себя, я понял, что при любых обстоятельствах я нахожусь в правильном месте в правильное время, и все происходит исключительно в правильный момент. Я могу быть спокоен всегда. Теперь я называю это «Уверенность в себе».

Когда я полюбил себя, я перестал красть свое собственное время и мечтать о больших будущих проектах. Сегодня я делаю только то, что доставляет мне радость и делает меня счастливым, что я люблю и что заставляет мое сердце улыбаться. Я делаю это так, как хочу и в своем собственном ритме. Сегодня я называю это «Простота».

Когда я полюбил себя, я освободился от всего, что приносит вред моему здоровью – пищи, людей, вещей, ситуаций. Всего, что вело меня вниз и уводило с моего собственного пути. Сегодня я называю это «Любовью к самому себе».

Когда я полюбил себя, я перестал всегда быть правым. И именно тогда я стал все меньше и меньше ошибаться. Сегодня я понял, что это «Скромность».

Когда я полюбил себя, я прекратил жить прошлым и беспокоиться о будущем. Сегодня я живу только настоящим моментом и зову это«Удовлетворением».

Когда я полюбил себя, я осознал, что ум мой может мне мешать, что от него можно даже заболеть. Но когда я смог связать его с моим сердцем, он сразу стал моим ценным союзником. Сегодня я зову эту связь «Мудрость сердца».

Нам больше не нужно бояться споров, конфронтаций, проблем с самими собой и с другими людьми. Даже звезды сталкиваются, и из их столкновений рождаются новые миры. Сегодня я знаю, что это – «Жизнь».

Roman Polansky, Carnage: The Idiocy of Adulthood

Roman Polanski’s Carnage was released in Moscow on December 8, 2011 (one day before my birthday). For those who follow Polanski’s work it is interesting to note a slight shift in his focus in the recent years. The range of themes he covered with his films knows little exception. There were freaks and misfits (The Tenant, Cul de Sac), power struggles (Macbeth), psychic disorders (Repulsion), games with the Devil (Rosemary’s Baby, The Ninth Gate), not to mention a good crime story (Chinatown) or a family drama (Bitter Moon, Knife in the Water). However, since The Pianist Polanski’s attention shifted towards “deeper” societal issues: survival (the theme of The Pianist, yet Oliver Twist explores generally the same topic, based on the life of a child), political games (The Ghost), and now, the process of making politics (Carnage). In spite of this shift, Polanski is far from being an outspoken political film maker: he weaves mystery (The Ghost) and humour (Carnage) skillfully into the story, and this is precisely the reason why both his latest films are more real in their depiction of what goes on in the world of politics, than any other political thriller.

On the surface, Carnage is a study of two pairs of parents who one day got together to discuss the incident between their children. It is generally assumed that parents need to discuss their children in the absense of children. Kids don’t usually understand whatever is going on in the world, so it is the adults who have to make good for them.

What follows is a game of cat and mouse: the innumerable attempts to hide personal problems, family problems, despise, distrust, while simultaneously trying to save one’s face and to maintain the bourgeois status quo. Uncomfortable truth comes to surface: nobody is as good as they’d like to be seen. Zachary’s father (Christopher Waltz) is a 24/7 lawyer who seems to never get off his phone; his wife (Kate Winslet) is an investment broker who doesn’t particularly like her husband’s preoccupation with work; Ethan’s father (John O’Reilly) sells toilet systems and hates small pets, like hamsters; and his wife (Jodie Foster) is a wannabe writer, working on a book on the Darfur crisis and absorbed by problems in Africa.

This is the story of one’s inability to withdraw from the conflict (Zachary’s parents continuously agree to go back to the apartment where they’re once more lured into a dispute over their son); of one’s preoccupation with problems beyond their reach which helps to reaffirm one’s importance and goodness; of one’s lack of will to stand their own ground; and importantly, of the ability to blow an incident out of proportion. All these (in)”abilities” lead to criminalising a person, even a child; and they also help to understand how wars are being waged. It’s not merely because two parties are infinitely opposite and don’t want to find the common ground, and don’t understand each other. They simply don’t listen. Each party only knows one truth, and that truth is usually connected to a host of other factors that just cannot be abandoned. And so, Zachary falls short from being qualified as a juvenile criminal, “armed with a stick”, while hamster is gloryfied as a sort of martyr at the hands of a cruel toilet seat seller…

…as it happens, while parents are talking politics, their children already play together, and hamster is happily engorging on the grass in the heart of New York City.

This is the second time Polansky adapted a stage play to screen (previously it was Death and the Maiden). Written by Yasmina Reza, this is a “comedy of no manners”, but in modern world when politicians and plebeians both use Social Media to foster their agenda, everyone is has a role in this comedy. Everyone is concerned about not losing their face, secretly hating another party, and being wilfully oblivious to the existence of other facts.

Above all, everyone who gets involved in this, has no sense of humour. This is why Paul Arden in his book, God Explained in a Taxi Ride, says that, had the world’s best comedians and stand-up artists been called to discuss politics, they’d never wage a war – their sense of humour wouldn’t permit them to choose the means of action prefereed by “serious people”. The problem is, adults are expected to be “serious”; you cannot be kidding when you already have kids and carry the whole world on your shoulders. As a result, there are wars, hatred wrapped in diplomacy, that fight for an assumed wellbeing of a hamster, having little to no idea about its real needs.

A couple of words about actors. John O’Reilly may not be the usual leading man in Hollywood but in Carnage he shines. At times he will remind you on his Cellophane Man from Chicago, with his open-heartedness and readiness to please. When you don’t see his name in the list of “stars” on IMDb.com, you actually feel sad. Jodie Foster is brilliant at playing someone for whom Jane Fonda’s political exploits could indeed be an inspiration. Kate Winslet is so fully “in” her character’s shoes that she effortlessly goes from a subdued to active involvement in the scene. Christopher Waltz keeps more or less on the sideline until the finale, but his is irreplaceable support of the story dynamics.

Mikhail Romm on Directors (Translated from Russian)

Some time ago I published here extract from the book by Mikhail Romm, on different types of cinematic shots. A few of you wondered where I got the English version; alas, there is no such (yet). I though it would be interesting to you to read Romm’s views on the director’s job, especially in what concerns the quality of work. Below is my translation from Russian of an extract on this very subject. 

Romm: Indeed, if it is so difficult to make a film, then why is a director’s waste so rare? For, usually, once the film is started being made, then it will, in one way or another, appear on screen, no matter how helpless, professionally weak, or barely gifted director was making it? What is the explanation of this persistent miracle?

You see, when I speak of the difficult work of a film director, I mean the work on a good, expressive film, on a work of art. As for mediocre work, anyone can make it, using the standard filming methods.

It’s not difficult to rehearse and satisfactorily film a short 10-20 sec. long extracts of a script instead of establishing the rhythm, movement, and the sense of a larger scene. Working on a shot, a director who doesn’t pursue lofty goals, only cares for the spectacle to be true to life and natural, that all actors are visible, that the main character is in the foreground, that all lines are pronounced in the established order, etc. It’s not at all difficult to rehearse the simplest, primitive movement in such short space of a film. Should later there be troubles gluing together these single shots, pieces of a bigger film, an editor will come to the rescue, cut something out, maybe there will be some additional filming or ever re-filming, various close-ups will be added, and, provided there was a decent script, the film will come together in general terms. This is the first circumstance that helps an average, weak director.

The fact that the film takes place not only on the set, but also outside the studio, in the exact living conditions, is hard to deal with, if you pursue the lofty goal of achieving a unique style, profound meaning, and originality of perception. A not-so-serious a director is helped by exactly the same means: Nature, trees, sky, landscapes, and vividness.

Indeed, cinema is a very young art, and it still possesses the pristine magic of the moving picture. A spectator still likes seeing the beautiful landscapes, sea, the clouds, the horse races, temperamental runs, etc.

The same magic applies to scenes with actors. If actors are good and interesting, they will attract spectators, regardless of the director’s mistakes. An expressive person appearing on the screen has an incredible power of attraction, and often actors help to gloss over many directorial faults.

Finally, there is one more circumstance that saves the director, and it is the cost of making a film. The material’s low quality becomes clear not instantly but, say, towards the middle of filming process. By this time the picture has already cost the State hundreds of thousand rubles, if not more. And so the help arrives in the guise of the entire studio mechanism, and countless advisers, consultants, and artistic directors start sorting out the mess. All together, they push the film forward – not unlike how in the past the soldiers en mass pushed the cannon out of the marsh.

So, the director’s job is both difficult and easy. It is difficult if we mean true art, and it’s fairly easy if we speak of the average cinema production that debuts on the screen and vanishes without a trace in a few days.

Had it not been the money question, then, between us, all this average cinema production should not have seen the daylight at all. And I am sure that under the Communism when the monetary system becomes obsolete, there will be no bad films. When they see that the film is about to be bad, they will politely but firmly hand the material back to its author to keep for “good memory”.

Question: Can one become a director without graduating from a special institute?

Romm: Yes, he can. Most of the world’s directors, including Russian directors of the older generation, did not graduated from any institute. Eisenstein came to the cinema from theatre, Pudovkin used to be an actor, Dovzhenko was a painter and teacher, Pyriev and Alexandrov were actors, Yutkevich was a painter, Raizman was a director’s assistant with no formal education, Ermler was a political correspondent at the frontline before coming to cinema, and I used to be a sculptor.

Question: Is it true that directors are very conceited?

Romm: There is such sin… There are modest people among film directors, just as in any other profession, but, between us, the malady of conceit does exist.

Say, an ordinary modest student graduates from the Cinematography Institute and finally gets his first film to make. The moment it happens, you see a beret on his head and a pipe in his mouth, although prior to this he was wearing a cap and smoked normal cigarettes. The beret and the pipe seem to him the indispensable attributes of this “free occupation” person, a unique artist, someone special, different from ordinary mortals.

It should be said that after some 10-15 days of filming, having experienced the brutal reality of cinematographic problems, he leaves behind both beret and pipe and behaves himself like the simplest, if somewhat embarrased and scared, worker. Towards the end of filming he usually seems to be the humblest person on Earth.

But then the film is released, and if it gets reviews or, God forbid, is sent to an international festival, – again you see a beret on his head and the stamp of genius on his face.

The Star Wars Factor Inspires Brothels and Weddings

Steve Woods reports at Technorati about Princess Leia Freaks: SciFi Themed Brothel to Open in Vegas. Apparently, Dennis Hof, a Nevada businessman who has already made his name as the creator of several brothels, is teaming up with the former madame Heidi Fleiss to bring to life the ultimate geek fantasy.

Chubakka, Master Yoda, and Darth Vader Attend a Wedding in Yekaterinburg

As we know, “there was no sex in the USSR”, so the inexplicable sex appeal of George Lucas’s series has so far only left its mark on the way Russian weddings are celebrated. In Yekaterinburg, the couple and most guests got dressed in Star Wars costumes (see the photo). The only person who refused to take part was the grandfather who claimed to be too old for this sort of fun.

Michael Cunningham: “The Hours Is Brahms Requiem Put to Music”

Michael Cunningham signing books in Moscow, November 18

Moscow is renowned for its unexpected and colossal traffic jams – and never more so as when you’re waiting for a speaker to arrive to a public lecture. Around 250 people gathered at the Oval Hall of the Russian Library of Foreign Literature in Moscow, eager to see Michael Cunningham (official website), the famous author of The Hours, a tutor in Creative Writing, and a kind of foreigner who seems to evoke respect more than notoriety. In Moscow, Cunningham doesn’t seem to enjoy the fame of Beigbeder or Murakami, and to me, it’s good.

So, we came to see him at the Oval Hall, and we went on waiting for entire hour before this lovely American could appear in front of us. In his words, he experienced “the most spectacular traffic” in his life, and we duly thanked him for making it through. He also was grateful: he thought that most of us would leave.

The questions we had to ask him corresponded well with the topics that traditionally interest the audience, from “how do you manage to write so convincingly about women?” to “where do you take your inspiration from?”

Cunningham’s is practically a thug-turned-artist kind of story. A teenager with “criminal potential”, he fancied a superindentant at high school, and because she was an all-around clever girl, he decided to take her lead. She was reading outside the curriculum, and that was “heavy stuff”, like T. S. Eliot and Virginia Woolf, among others. So he went to the school’s library and was the first ever person to take out Mrs Dalloway. The book opened up a completely new universe to him, he started discovering his own passion for Literature and creative writing, and before long, the superintendant faded away, and Michael took writing seriously. Somebody asked, if anything had ever transpired with the girl; but apparently, she disappeared without a trace and not once congratulated her former classmate for his literary successes.

Cunningham is very methodic and disciplined. Every day he spends 5 hours at his desk, although this may result either in one line, or in 5 pages of text. He writes to the music, sometimes it’s Neil Young or Patti Smith, and sometimes it’s either Bach or Brahms. He takes inspiration from the world around him, but occasionally the story literally walks into his life, as it happened with Snow Queen he’s presently composing. Writing about women is easy, since there were enough women in his life to observe closely, but he believes that a true writer should be able to write about absolutely anything – for the goal is to allow the reader to learn about other people’s lives.

Perhaps more than anywhere people in Russia widely believe that, to be a writer, one has to possess a gift, and teaching Creative Writing belies the nature of art. To Cunningham, this is a curious thing to contemplate: “it’s OK for us that people need to learn how to play the piano or to paint, so why is there always a question as to why one needs to learn Writing?” He makes an important distinction: “You can teach how to write, but you cannot instill a talent“. At the Creative Writing course they teach students how to develop a plot and characters, they explore various techniques, methods, tropes, etc, they helps to find the voice and the audience. “Often when I ask my students “who do you write for?”, they reply: “I write for myself”. So, it’s like you’re baking this massive cake of several layers, you decorate it, even put a cherry on top, and eat it all yourself. That’s rubbish“.

Speaking of himself, Michael struggled with his “audience” until he’s found several readers, both male and female, who proved to be reliable, thoughtful, friendly, and erudite. They get to read his novels before anyone and don’t hesitate to cross out a reference to James Joyce “because no-one will get it“.

My question was about the adaptation of The Hours: how difficult it was to turn a book into a film, and how difficult also to find actresses for the leading roles. Cunningham was listening to Bach and Brahms when writing the novel, and in a way, The Hours is a verbal interpretation of the Requiem by Brahms. It was an hommage to his youthful infatuation with Mrs Dalloway that paved him the way into Literature. “Virginia Woolf was doing to language the same thing as Jimmi Hendrix did to music“, he explains, and this love and admiration for Woolf certainly made both book and the film so successful: the book brought its author a Pulitzer Prize, the film won an Oscar to Nicole Kidman.

It was originally a struggle to develop Clarissa Vaughan’s character in the script, and the actresses’ choice went along the usual Hollywood lines: apparently, you first approach the top actors and go down the list as each of them says “no”. Meryl Streep and Julianne Moore agreed, and as for Nicole Kidman, she was initially ensuring the box office hit, and only during the filming did everyone begin to realise that she was going to pull the role that helped to discover her as a dramatic actress in her own right.

And when I asked, if he was content with the result, Michael was very honest: “I’m probably the only living author who likes the film after his book!” He went on to explain that for many writers a book is their “flesh and blood”, however “it’s only a book, for God’s sake, so if you are good enough to turn it into a film, please go ahead“. The music by Philip Glass completed the picture.

At the end there was a massive queue to sign his books, and I bought a Russian copy of The Hours for my mother to read. As it happens, one only wishes there was more time to ask the questions and more time to hear something you needed. But I feel even the hour we got to spend with this dedicated, talented, creative person was enough… for now.

 

Roman Polanski, Ssaki, and Le Sacrifice Commercial by Stella Artois

Roman Polanski’s 1962 short Ssaki is a Surrealist tale of co-operation and compassion. The two characters (Henryk Kluba and Michal Zolnierkiewicz) wander across the snowy wonderland. We don’t know where they are from, or where they are going to. Initially they have a sledge and they drive one another in turns; then the sledge is stolen, but the spirit of camaraderie never fails them as their journey continues. Polanski who co-wrote the film and directed it received two awards, one at the Cracow Film Festival, another at the Oberhausen International Short Film Festival.

As I was watching Polanski’s short, I couldn’t help recalling this famous Stella Artois commercial, Le Sacrifice. The legacy of Surrealism is hard to overestimate, with its absurd and eery landscapes and rooms inhabited by clowns and phantoms.

Quiet Flows the Don in Paintings by Vladimir Begma

Lisa Mokhova (by Vladimir Begma)

I have been thinking recently that I barely wrote anything about Quiet Flows the Don in the last 2 years. Perhaps, I was unconsciously waiting for the exhibition of paintings inspired by the novel that is on display at the State Mikhail Sholokhov Museum-Reserve in Veshenskaya, Rostov Region.

The exhibition “Under the Don sky” comprises the work of Vladimir Begma, the Honoured Artist and the member of Russia’s Painters Union. In his own words, Begma first read Sholokhov works at the age of 11, and since then he never stopped coming back to them. The novels and short stories by Sholokhov “amaze you with how true to life his protagonists are, and how deep he gets under the skin of the period he’s writing about. His descriptions of Nature of our native Don region are lyrical and subtle, as is his understanding of the boundless micro- and macrospace“.

Grigory and his father, Pantelei (Vladimir Begma)

The exhibition is on from November 2 until December 31, 2011.

Turkish Star Wars, or When Flash Gordon Met Bach

I watched The Man Who Saved the World in November 2005. The first time we observe someone’s attempt to go out of their way to replicate something it usually makes us laugh. So, I guess the attitude to this flick has to depend on whether or not we believe the creators were making it with tongue in cheek. If they did, then Turkish Star Wars must be one of the best parodies out there. If they didn’t, the film is one of the worst ever. This is what I wrote in my review of it in 2005:

So, on to the movie. It does not owe to Star Wars as much you think it may, judging by the title. This film is not a parody on SW, and although it was supposed to be entertaining, it nonetheless did not scorn Lucas. In terms of a storyline and the imagery, it is a fresh account of Flash Gordon. Nonetheless, SW continuously haunts you in cut-outs. Blessed be the time of the 1980s – “plagiarism” was definitely not in the crew’s vocabulary.
 The film opens with a scene of setting a rocket off to space somewhere at either Canaveral or Baikonur. The rocket then miraculously and invisibly transforms into the SW spacecrafts, which seem in our film to be treading between the Earth and the Moon in its first quarter… 
These two trends – hard-graft eye-job and the make-believe – continue for the rest of the film, which I am not going to retell you, lest I ruin the impression when you finally get to watch it. And, believe me, there is so much to see: a spiky Excalibur hidden in an Orthodox church; red and black Muppets getting mutilated and decapitated by our space team; not to mention the outstanding SFX. There will be more action scenes, in comparison to which your Bruce Lee is a pathetic karate-kid. Oh, and also there will be a romance, and then there will be one of the tenderest scenes of a male embrace and compassion in world’s cinema. So, there is a lot to look forward. At the same time, Turkish Star Wars shows no sign of sharing the ethic concerns of European and American film-makers. The latter are plagued with enormous guilt every time they have a child being killed in the film. The makers of our movie had little problem with what we would call “an extreme violence”, including some truly outrageous scenes.

Strangely, 5 years later I’m beginning to think that film-makers behind the feature had an incredibly good sense of humour. They mocked everything about the Hollywood blockbusters that was possible. They said a resounding “no” to any traditional acting method and took suspence and hooray-patriotism ad extremum. Even dialogues now read in an entirely different way. While any “normal” hero would be walking in desert, pondering the fate of mankind, the two protagonists are far more down-to-earth: this seemingly uninhabited planet may be populated by women who are checking the guys out from their hidden habitats. But no later they thought so, they are attacked by a herd of horsemen. ‘Okay‘, the main character says, ‘instead of women skeletons came‘.

Consider that, thank to anorexia and dieting obsessions, some women do look like skeletons, and suddenly the Turkish Star Wars become almost prophetic.

As for me, I have always been puzzled at the music choice. While Flash Gordon and Raiders of the Lost Ark made a good accompaniment to the story that was largely lifted from other movies, the sounds of Bach’s Fugue will leave one wondering, exactly what was the motive for choosing one track or another?

How Monkeys Watched The Planet of the Apes

This could be a joke, unless it was true: in Japan, the scientists and tourism industry pros decided to invite a group of monkeys to a film screening. Assuming that like should be interested in the like, they screened a (abridged to 13 minutes) version of The Planet of the Apes by Rupert Wyatt.

According to the report, monkeys were scared and ran away… but then THEY CAME BACK AND FINISHED WATCHING THE FILM.

I may be wrong… but this was exactly the evoluton in attitude of humans to the moving pictures. First, people were scared of the train speeding at them from the screen, and now watching a few dozens of cars crashed in front of your eyes on the screen is, like, a must for an action movie.

The screenings are said to be continued. The officials hope that those monkeys who successfully watch all films should “evolve faster”.

I’m not sure how to interpret the need for this “evolution of the apes”. Is it that there’s not enough unspoilt people, and the Japanese hope to develop a better breed by going “ad fontes”, or better put, to the apes, to paraphrase the famous Renaissance expression?

В японском зоопарке макакам показали фильм «Восстание планеты обезьян»

 

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