Ramin Bahrini Harvard Film Archives Sunday April 12th
First go patronize ‘Goodbye Solo’ so Bahrani can make more films…
‘Man Push Cart’ his first feature is filled with resonant and poetic images of New York. Hadyn Guest called his vision ‘poetic realism’, a ‘tool for understanding’, with an ‘integrity of vision’ – all which aptly apply to the directors three films. His top 10 films tell you much about his attitude toward filmmaking.
Here are some recalled statements regarding Man Push Cart.
It was shot at 50th and Madison for its light situation and open space
The ‘meaning of the film is work the vendor does
It inspiration is The Myth of Sisyphus
It is important to avoid sentimentality
Its essential for him to avoid the faddishness and ‘hipness’ of contemporary independent film
His biggest inspiration for Man Push Cart, film-wise, was probably Flaherty’s Man of Aran and Killing of a Chinese Bookie (Cassavetes)
The difficult balance is to foreground the ‘meaning’ or place of the labor of the push cart job as a metaphor and the life of the film’s subject as it is discovered. The life, the background of the character shouldn’t distract from the central idea.
I would add that even though this is certainly not Hollywood style and or a traditional three act structure it is also not just art for art’s sake. The challenge is being met by new filmmakers who are devising new ways of telling stories that test our expectations of narrative culturally set in our imaginations. For audiences willing to go beyond the megaplex, these new visions do bring needed understandings about ourselves and contemporary America.
Finally, though it was mentioned in AO Scott’s article on “neo neo realism”, Bahrini talked about the tradition of tazmin. When today in all the arts there is endless re-visiting and referencing of past traditions, and when appropriation is commonplace, this idea puts a different perspective on the matter:
“In Persian culture there’s something called tazmin,….which is a longstanding tradition of poets taking one line or one beat or one idea from an earlier poem, picking it up and putting it in their own poem and going on from there.” Tony Scott: “His own borrowings are not acts of imitation or homage but rather attempts to absorb and extend what other filmmakers have done. And you can see a similar process of appropriation and modification.”
I would add that it is not just that art works are intertextual, but that tazmin implies more of a respect and an amplification of the prior work. Maybe it’s nit picking, but I like to think there is a reason why an ancient concept in art has more life than turning it over to post-structuralism. Maybe he’s pretentious, and I’m just thick.
Here is a quote form Wikipedia which has some bearing on the matter, i suppose.
““the notion of intertextuality replaces the notion of intersubjectivity” when we realize that meaning is not transferred directly from writer to reader but instead is mediated through, or filtered by, “codes” imparted to the writer and reader by other texts. For example, when we read Joyce’s Ulysses we decode it as a modernist literary experiment, or as a response to the epic tradition, or as part of some other conversation, or as part of all of these conversations at once. This intertextual view of literature, as shown by Roland Barthes, supports the concept that the meaning of an artistic work does not reside in that work, but in the viewers.
I went to a screening tonight at the Harvard Film Archives of Goodbye Solo directed by Ramin Bahrani who took questions. It is a great film. AO Scott called it “near perfect”. Bahrani himself is remarkably lucid on his reasons and his approach to writing, directing, shooting his films. He expresses himself with great calm and lack of vanity or arrogance; he is just very clear on what he is doing with his art. He and his three films are a prime examples of what AO Scott has called the neo-neo realists.
Here are some paraphrased quotes, as best I can recall from the director.
“That label neo neo realist is fine. I don’t have discussions with these other filmmakers, but these kinds of labels are the way to begin the larger conversation”
“I am not against Hollywood. They are against me”
“I don’t understand those films. I don’t recognize the people in Hollywood films, or in much independent film, for that matter, because is not much difference anymore. These are not people I know”
“Little Miss Sunshine is fine, but I don’t recognize any of these kind of people. They are not real”
“I want to think that I could be in the circumstances of a film, and that the behavior I see is personal and understandable”
“I find even Bunuel (the great surrealist) more real than most commercial film. It is at least emotionally authentic”
“I admire Ozu’s ability to associate an object with an idea. The each time we return to that object the association renews itself.”
“Everything in the frame must leave you open to think for yourself. That color red (he points to a person’s shirt) is fine but you could never put in the frame. That Exit sign would have to go away. People would look at it instead of the actors and say ‘what is its significance?’ I can’t have these things happen”
Though his films seem strikingly natural “everything is carefully scripted and planned. There is only one improvisation in Goodbye Solo””
“Film began by imitating life. Then they started imitating the films that imitated life. Then they began imitating the films themselves. Now they are just enamored of the technology itself.”
“Rossellini’s The Flowers of St. Francis was a model for this film. I work in the Persian tradition of borrowing an idea and riffing on it, in a way to honor another work”
Following a screening of Sink or Swim and Dottie Gets Spanked at B.U.
I happened into a dinner with Amy Geller and Gerry Peary,, Vlada Petric , David Sterritt , and Mikita Brottman
This was an interesting way to start Easter weekend, needless to say. “Dottie” conjured up my whole childhood with its themes of art, sexuality, memory, family. Todd Haynes is amazing. “Sink or Swim” by Su Friedrich is filled with abstract associations and brings up interesting possibilities for the new film we’re working A Woman’s Voice,.
I sat next to Vlada, legendary for his strong uncompromising positions on film art. He didn’t like ‘Dottie’ “It is not cinematic”, he says in a thick Russian accent. Sterritt leans over and says “He means not enough editing” Vladic laughs patiently. I told that him I tend to like films where actors engage, where we learn something about humanity, where we immerse ourselves.
Vladic: “That is what theater is for, not cinema. Just go to the theater for that. I never immerse … I need distance, aesthetic distance”
See Ross McElwees Bright Leaves for a wonderful and hysterical scene with Petric.
This quote would explain why he liked ‘Sink or Swim’ a lot more. The film does just this:
“The more perfect the work, the more clearly does one feel the absence of any associations generated by it….which is also to be able to generate an infinite number of associations, which ultimately means the same thing.”
A few weeks ago I saw‘Exit the King’ with Geoffrey Rush in NYC. (I saw a 1/2 price preview). It was a reasonable interpretation, if you accept Ionesco as shtick. Still, few plays are worth the exorbitant price of these star driven Broadway shows, when there is great stuff off and off off Broadway, and in Boston, and in any city where arts can thrive. To get the public to also patronize non-blockbuster theater and museums , be driven by curiosity into galleries, foriegn films, small dance and theater companies, and then get into fights in bars over art and not just over sports and politics – we obviously need a culture that supports and prioritizes artistic expression. If we’re going stay human in the post-human future taking arts programs from the schools is a really bad start.
Which leads me to this Tribeca Film Festival blurb regarding the film TRANSCENDENT MAN about Kurzweil’s book, The Singularity is Near: When Humans Transcend Biology:
“Kurzweil predicts that with the ever-accelerating rate of technological change, humanity is fast approaching an era in which our intelligence will become increasingly non-biological and trillions of times more powerful than today. This will be the dawning of a new civilization that will enable us to transcend our biological limitations. In Kurzweil’s post-biological world, there will be no clear distinction between human and machine, real reality and virtual reality. Human aging and illness will be reversed, world hunger and poverty will be solved, and we will ultimately cure death.”
Returning to the Ionesco and his take on the folly of power, the anxiety of death, in Exit the King and thinking about all his wonderful ‘absurdist’ comedy/dramas on the state of modern man (Rhinoceros, The Bald Soprano, The Chairs) – led me to find this quote:
“In all the cities of the world, it is the same. The universal and modern man is the man in a rush (i.e. a rhinoceros), a man who has no time, who is a prisoner of necessity, who cannot understand that a thing might perhaps be without usefulness; nor does he understand that, at bottom, it is the useful that may be a useless and backbreaking burden. If one does not understand the usefulness of the useless and the uselessness of the useful, one cannot understand art. And a country where art is not understood is a country of slaves and robots.”
- Notes et Contre Notes, Eugene Ionesco
We have been warned!!
John drew his film “Honeydripper” from his short story, “Keeping Time”. He’s wanted to do it as a reading with drums for years, and we finally did. At the Coolidge Corner Theater February 2008.
(There are about 30 sec. of diminished sound near the top – the sound the rest is smooth) Good story – listen and enjoy!!!
Shot by Students at the New England Institute of Art under guidance of Mary Cardaras, with help from Mason Daring
Video Cameras – Thomas Dill, Dustin Hunt
Audio by Brian Smith
Edited by LaShawn McGhee
I did an interview with this mag. Here’s the Link.
Here’s the text
Also screening at BUFF was New England Institute of Art professor/musician/actor Tim Jackson’s feature documentary Radical Jesters, which Feder described as a look at “outsider, prankster artists… people who use humor and shocking tactics to put their point across.” They’re also called “culture jammers.”
Radical Jesters investigates the media hoaxing and culture jamming of artists such as Alan Abel, who convinced HBO that he had the smallest penis in the world; the Surveillance Camera Players, who put on full plays in front of public surveillance equipment; Boston-based art activist Milan Kohout; Improv Everywhere; artist Ron English, and comedian John Hargrave, among others.
Even the screening of Radical Jesters brought unexpected surprises. Before the film began, a “Mr. Cockburn” representing “Fox Searchlight Distribution” stood before the audience in a full suit to warn against the use of recording devices. When Mr. Cockburn finished his speech, he made his way up the side aisle and forcibly ejected a “patron” with a video camera. As the film began, there were several camera flashes from the back of the theater, adding to the crowd’s amusement.
Director/producer Jackson was on hand to answer questions after the screening, and two of the jammers profiled in his film joined him at the front of the theater.
Jackson explained his hope for the film: “I wanted to do something that would be interesting for art students so that they could see what sort of work was being done outside of galleries. I also wanted people to be amused and also a bit angry while at the same time raising questions about media credibility and public gullibility. The short profiles serve to keep people entertained, curious, and inquisitive in the hopes that they find out more on their own.”
The Wooster Group is a real gift to the theater. I first saw them in 1983 and they have been slaying me ever since. I saw La Didone in previews and Bill Brantley’s review goes a long way towards helping to clarify and making sense of the experience. These performances are not gimmicks, not “post-modern”, but a collision of brilliant theatrical and performative elements and storytelling possibilities. LeCompte is a genius and that she finds performers of the quality needed for her vision is amazing. This is world class stuff. These actors are transcendent, and hugely talented. It’s beautiful and scary. That it takes movie stars to get people into NY theaters is unfortunate when you have this right in Brooklyn. If you’re already in New York, do yourself a favor and go! (And then go to the Flea and the Rattlestick!)
It’s too bad that Howard Stern is no longer part of the public conversation. As unsavory as he could be, he carried forward the needed tradition of both shtick and what Barbara Kruger called the “ironic musings of an examined life, but the fascinating arrogance of stupidity”. I would add that, to paraphrase McLuhan, ‘all comedy is complaint’, and that there is still plenty to complain about. The feel good age of the Obamas is a small comfort to the greed , hypocrisy, and entertaining distractions of the last 20 years that has left us in a desperate and unreal place. Art is pulled from the schools, few patronize the theater, no one wants to read subtitles in movies, museums are forced to mount blockbuster shows, Paula Abdul is drunk, and Randy Jackson is supposed to define hip. Stern’s humor replaces the cranky commentary of Lenny Bruce, Morton Downey , Joe Pyne , Andrew Dice Clay and that turf of iconoclastic humor, which we no longer seem to take to. There are, of course, Chris Rock, Lewis Black and others, but no one tweaking us on such a regular and base level. His clown chorus to the pop idiocracy is in Krugers words, “the wake up call America deserves”.
I registered for union extra work on Company Men being shot in April and May around Boston. I haven’t done this in 5 years, but it can always lead to ‘featured extra’ status where you get a line or two, and get paid significantly more, and become more than a prop. Of course, it’s all for the art.
It took all of 5 minutes to fill out the forms. SAG and Billy Dowd casting are efficient and polite, but there I was in a suit, so I decided to finally go pay for my lost book at Boston Public Library dressed nice so they wouldn’t yell at me. Upstairs there was a well picked over little book sale. There between the dated self-help books, never heard of fiction, and biographies of Katherine Hepburn, and Suzanne Summers confessionals was a beautiful weathered leather book, missing a spine, velum pages, all in Latin, dated 1837; a bible I think.
As I handed the weathered tome to the check-out lady and went for my $2.00, she says; “Oh my. I don’t know why they shelve these sometimes. This is lovely. Good heavens, it might be worth something.” Being in a coat and tie, as I was, hair slicked back, looking the age I’m supposed to look, and having acting on my mind, without missing a beat, I said; “I’m a book collector and I do happen to know this edition is worth 10,000 dollars.” The poor woman nearly fainted. Beat. “Just kidding.”
I make on my way down Boylston Street toward a little hole-in-the-wall shop across from the dirty movie store on the edge of Chinatown where I often buy for lunch delicious Vietnamese sandwiches on warm crisp rolls with unidentifiable cold cuts and hot paste of some kind for three dollars. On the way, I pass by an odd knick-knack shop filled with kitsch collectables. In the window there’s a poster for Chick Webb with Ella Fitzgerald at the Savoy Ballroom(“Home of Happy Feet”). Buddy Rich called Chick Webb “the daddy of them all”. Ella Fitzgerald actually lived with Chick Webb and his wife when she was a teenager. Anyway – this makes a nice addition to my drum studio, where I have movie posters for The Gene Krupa Story”, “Savage Drums” (starring Sabu)“ and others. The old woman buzzes me in. It’s fifteen dollars , so I take it.
“Are you a jazz fan?”
“No but I play and teach drums”
“Really that’s wonderful. I was a jazz singer myself years ago. Have you heard of the Hickory Sisters? You haven’t!? Well, we played all the clubs”
And so she goes to the back room and pulls out the scrapbook. A letter from Irving Berlin. On stage with Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. In Spanish costumes playing guitars. Glamour publicity shots.
“They tried to put pancake make-up on us but we were told it would ruin our skin, so we never wore it”
On the bill with Monk. “The kids today don’t know what the black performers went through back I the day”
Booked as Identical Twins Beauties. Were you? I ask. “Oh no, they would say all kinds of things, you know.”
Posters that said; “Beautiful, spectacular. And they can sing!!”
“How’s your health”, I ask. “My sister passed away a few years ago. I have an organic farm in New Hampshire. I always ate fresh. Bottled water. I’m 85 now, and I feel great.”
I couldn’t find anything about the Hickory Sisters anywhere on the web except at Hillbilly Music.Com and they had no information. But I saw the legacy there in the scrapbook. Maybe I should help her get on the web for posterity and history?
Anyway – Here they are:
Film, REVIEWS - quick and brief
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