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selenak: (Elizabeth - shadows in shadows by Poison)
Yesterday I started my Easter time in London with the Manet exhibition at the Royal Academy, which was fabulous. I knew some of the paintings - the obvious suspects are there, like the "breakfast" that made Manet famous - but a lot were new to me, and also, the context of such an exhibition creates a new way of seeing them. For example, the various portraits he did of his fellow painter, maybe at one time romantic interest and later sister-in-law Berthe Morisot, which show her across the time span of several years, with an intense, very arresting face which in its earliest rendition has youthful cheer and its chronologically later, painted after the death of her father, version is haggard with grief but still observing and looking back, not away. There is one portrait that was never shown during Manet's life time, and may have been unfinished, which is a more in profile study but also, maybe because of the unfinishedness, feels very intimate.

Manet's portrait of his younger colleague and near name sake Monet gardening, with his wife and child sitting contently in the gras, has a snapshot family album quality which only later makes you wonder: but wouldn't the grass have left stains on Madame Monet's very white dress? (And thus: did he paint what he saw, or how the colours fitted?) Not while watching. Though the colour Manet really did amazing things with is black and a very dark brown - whether it's a man, like his portrait of Emile Zola, or a woman, like Berthe Morisot, black hair and dark cloths come across not as becoming one with the background but as something starkly etched like a Japanese drawing. All in all, a great exhibition, and I'm glad I still caught it (it's ending soon).

The other highlight yesterday was Peter Morgan's new play The Audience, starring Helen Mirren as the Queen. Whom she had already played in the equally Morgan-scripted The Queen, the second entry in his Tony Blair trilogy. (Consisting of: The Deal - Blair and Brown - The Queen - Blair and you know who - and The Special Relationship - Blair and Clinton.) The Audience shows the Queen with several, but by no means all of her twelve Prime Ministers during the decades of her reign, and it's one of those plays you can't imagine working on film, because what Helen Mirren does, moving from old to young to middle aged to old in a non linear way with a fantastic display of voice and body language conveying age and youth, isn't something you can do in a medium which depends on close up. But on stage, it's perfect.

The Audience's McGuffin is the weekly chat the Queen has with the PMs, which, the play informs us, isn't due to a law but was a custom that basically became one. For Peter Morgan, it makes for a highly useful storytelling device to play of his leading lady against various men, and one other woman, all of whom are in various different ways her temperamental opposites. He does that in a non-linear way - the play isn't chronological, it moves in a zig zag course through the decades of Elizabeth's life, and it also expects you to have some awareness of British politics through said life time, i.e. to recognise more than Churchill and Thatcher. Both of whom, btw, get only one scene, while John Major (aka The One Between Thatcher And Blair) gets two, including the opening one, where the first lines of dialogue make you aware Peter Morgan is in high one liner form:

Major: I only ever wanted to be ordinary.
Elizabeth: And in which way do you consider to have failed in that ambition?

It's Helen Mirren's delivery that makes the entire room laugh that early in the evening. But what makes the play is that it's actually not going for caricature with any of the PMs, including Major, and including Margaret Thatcher. Incidentally, if you've been reading the journal longer you may recall that when I reviewed two Thatcher tv biopics, "The Long Road To Finchley" (young M.) and "Margaret" (the last days, basically), I mentioned that while Thatcher getting power and Thatcher losing power have become dramatic subjects, but Thatcher depicted while having power is something scriptwriters still shy away from (even the latest biopic, which I haven't seen, went for an Alzheimer days frame narration), and I suspected this was because you can't play the "Margaret versus the old boys's club" card and have to actually say something about her politics. Well, her scene in The Audience is from Thatcher at the height of her power, and of course she's on stage with another woman. Morgan avoids any implication of "catfight" while making it clear that the Queen is no fan. Nor, one suspects, is Peter Morgan, though one of the things he has M.T. say is the kind of pronouncement that probably makes Thatcherites cheer while sending chills through everyone else: I came to office with one deliberate intent, to change this country from a dependent to a self reliant culture, and I think in that I have succeeded. Britons now instinctively understand that there is no longer such a thing as society. They have learned to look aftet number one, use their elbowsm get ahead, and are richer for it. No one would remember the good Samaritan if he hadn't had money.

One PM who doesn't show up, presumably because our author feels he's been there and done that is Tony Blair. However, Blair gets talked about and alluded to, in the Queen's scenes with Gordon Brown (who is played by Nathaniel "Agravaine" Parker, which made for a weird moment for this viewer) and David Cameron, and also Morgan uses the historical parallel thing and his non linear storytelling for good effect. We hear the Queen remark that a conversation she had with Tony Blair reminded her of one she had with Anthony Eden several scenes before Eden shows up. The topic of the Eden scene is the Suez canal affair, which I suspect the majority of the audience doesn't remember anymore, but it's also Iraq, since we get this dialogue:

Elizabeth: With what justification?
Eden: Every justification.
Elizabeth: (...) An unjustiable incursion into a sovereign nation to depose its leader and plunder its canal based on personal animosity?
Eden: No.
Elizabeth: Is it even legal?
Eden: Let's keep the lawyers out of it.(...) (W)e rehabilitate a country ravaged by a maniacal tyrant, and reinstate a co-operative, friendly pro-Western government. An MI6 agent placed deep inside Egypt confidently predicts emancipated Egyptians will cheer our soldiers in the streets, and carry our generals on their shoulders.

If there is a danger, it's that Morgan more often than not lets the Queen get the better of the argument, and I presume one scene is specifically in there to show her in the wrong and being the one in need of advice so there is a bit of balance. (The second John Major scene, set shortly after Andrew Morton's Diana biography has been published.) But Helen Mirren carries it off, the one liners ("a letter stamp with a pulse" as a wry self description) as well as the pointed silences, since NOT saying something can be used to devastating effect as well. Along the way, the audience gets a refresher course in British politics in an entertaining way: also, apparantly Elizabeth's favourite PM was Harold Wilson, who therefore gets three scenes, interspersed at various points of the play, with him telling her about his Alzheimer diagnosis and her telling him she'd like to dine with him at Downing Street, something she only did for Churchill and no other PM upon his resignation, as the poignant emotional climax of Morgan's non linear narrative. Wilson is played by Richard McCabe in a Yorkshire accent (I think), and Morgan employs a bit of romantic comedy here, as their first audience is a disaster with Labour man Wilson (arriving in 1964) determined to change the country and its institutions.

Speaking of institutions, Morgan sums up the current monarchy and its PMs thusly in Elizabeth's concluding monologue (she is talking to her younger self): No matter how old-fashioned, expensive and unjustiable we are, we will still be preferable to a elected president meddling in what they do, which is why they always dive in to rescue us every time we make a mess of things. Basically, the impression you're left is that Morgan isn't pro monarchy per se but thinks it's better than the alternative as long at least as the current Queen is still in office. (Wilson gets to deliver a zinger about Prince Charles.) Coming from a country where we had at least two cringe worthy Presidents and otherwise mostly dignified fellows whose existence sometimes was a good counterpoint to their respective Chancellor's, I doubt that, but by the power of a witty script and a great actress , he certainly makes me glad the second Elizabeth ruled and rules as long as she did/does. :)
selenak: (Carl Denham by Grayrace)
So what was I doing when not scribbling tales inspired by The Miller's Daughter (and, you know, the miller's daughter, for verily, it was one of those episodes which changed my emotional investment in a character completely)? Watching the finally released in Germany Hitchcock. Before I get to my review: you've got to feel for Toby Jones. He gets hired to play Truman Capote in Infamous, and Capote, where Philip Seymour Hofmann does just that, gets out first and gets all the attention (and the Oscar for Hofmann). Next, he gets hired to play Alfred Hitchcock in The Girl, and wouldn't you know it, Hitchcock starring Anthony Hopkins as Hitch gets there first. Mind you, by all accounts the films are completely different, and not just because they deal with different parts of Hitchcock's life - The Girl, according to reviews, being primarily about The Birds and Hitchcock being sadistic to Tippi Hedren, while Hitchcock deals with the making of Psycho and the key relationship in it is the one between Hitchcock and his life time collaborator and wife, Alma. The later is played by Helen Mirren and is absolutely awesome. She and the relationship between her and her husband are also the primary reason why I'd reccommend seeing the film.

I mean, as an entry in the "movie about a movie" category, it's okay, and decided to go for a dark humor/social comedy narrative. (Hitchcock's blonde fixation and the way he could bully his actresses is touched upon via Vera Miles, but as the primary blonde in Psycho was Janet Leigh (played by Scarlett Johannsen who is charming as J.L., but it's really not a big part), with whom he had an amiable relationship, we're not getting into psychological horror territory here.) But focusing on a long time (decades!) married couple and using the story to examine specifically both their working and their emotional dynamic is what makes it (sadly) still unusual, and I enjoyed it a lot. It's also great to see Alma being given her due in film history. Film critic and historian Charles Champlin once wrote, “The Hitchcock touch had four hands, and two were Alma’s.” They met when they both worked at the Famous Players-Lasky Studio in London during the early 1920's. Under her maiden name Alma Reville, she earned a story credit in no less than sixteen of his films for story adaptation or screenplay collaboration, and was the uncredited editor in most of the others as well. (In Psycho when Hitchcock worked on the final cut, she famously spotted Janet Leigh blinking - or, as other versions of the story have it, swallowing - in the show scene after Marion Crane was supposed to be dead.) In Hitchcock, they trade one liners and barbs where both the sarcasm and affection are real - they know each other so well that it always hits home when it's suppoed to - and if she's bothered (though long since resigned to the existence of) by his life long blonde fixations (and the fact he mortgaged their house to finance Psycho), he's jealous because she's collaborating with another writer. But, as Alma at one point says, they really don't do maudlin, and the whip smart collaboration of a life time wins the day once more.

(You can see why I found this appealing. :)

Acting-wise: Hopkins, despite artificial belly, stuffed cheeks and appropriate body language, doesn't look much like Hitchcock, but he has the mannerisms down flat. (Hitchcock being one of the most instantly recognizable directors.) I didn't get the impression this was a soul-baring type of performance, but then, see above, this isn't that type of film. Alma Reville Hitchcock didn't have a similar public presence, so Helen Mirren has more free room creating her; whether or not the result is accurate, I can't say, but it feels right. The actors who play Janet Leigh, Anthony Perkins and Vera Miles each do a good job with the body language and voice, but this isn't a making-of-film where the actors are the focus (as opposed to the director and his collaborators), so they don't have to do more than offer a few supporting scenes.

Speaking of similarities, or not: there is one point where Hitchcock looks at photos of himself and Alma in their house, and you can tell they restaged actual photos using Hopkins and Mirren, until he gets to a photo that shows them in their youth working in British silent film, and there an actual photo of a young Alfred Hitchcock and Alma Reville is used. Which looks utterly unlike Hopkins and Mirren at any stage of their lives, and yet doesn't break the illusion. Here it is, for the aw factor:

HItch and Alma photo hnayoung_zpsd85b888c.jpg



Scriptwise: I'm not sure the MacGuffin of Hitchcock occasionally chatting with Head!Ed Gein (Ed Gain being the real life serial killer who was the basis for Norman Bates in Psycho) doesn't overstay its welcome, but using it, and Hitchcock addressing the audience in the fashion of his tv appearances at the beginning and the end of the film was a neat way to set the tone and pay homage to the black humor that was Hitchcock just as much as the suspense was.


In conclusion: not a must, but good to watch if you're into established-since-decades relationships as a central pairing and Helen Mirren being awesome. :)
selenak: (Elizabeth - shadows in shadows by Poison)
First of all, thanks for the virtual present, [profile] yetanothermask!

Secondly, links fannish and real life:

Lost:

Vigilantes: set during Cabin Fever, starring my favourite Lost characters, Ben, Locke and Hurley: an introspective character potrait, capturing all three very well.

Marvel and DC comics:

It was about time someone did this parody: Superhero wikileaks


Awesome actresses at large:

Helen Mirren and her magnificent speech about women's roles, on screen and otherwise. "Hollywood's worship of the 18-25 years old male and his penis" just about sums it up.

Rosemary Sutcliff/History:

This one immediately made me think of [personal profile] kathyh. A film version of Eagle of the Ninth, hm? Well, the trailer looks great.



The two bloggings on yesterday's anniversary I found most moving:


Don't remember John Lennon today: "Because any attempt to ascribe meaning or logic to his killer's actions only satisfies the internal demons that compelled him to project Lennon into his own psychotic narrative", argues Peter Ames Carlin and then proceeds to remember John's life anyway.

For John Lennon: in which [personal profile] rozk writes a poem that finds a striking and chilling use of the myth of Orpheus and the Bacchantes.
selenak: (Family Matters by Marciaelena)
Things to look forward to: Julie Taymor's take on The Tempest, starring Helen Mirren as a female version of Prospero. An interview was well as film clipses, and it looks like Taymor's gorgeous visual imagination is working wonders. Of course, a great director and a great actor do not guarantee a good Shakespeare movie - I'm not a fan of Prospero's Books, John Gielgud and his voice not withstanding - but I'm an optimist. Also, The Tempest is suc h layered play, open to so many interpretations. Helen Mirren in the interview I just linked observes that making Prospero Prospera removes the patriarchic subtext, but the colonial one is still possible. There's also the question of how much in control, or not, you play Propero in general; the most fascinating production of The Tempest I saw, three years ago in Stratford, with Patrick Stewart as Prospero, went against what I was used to before by presenting Prospero as a shaman driven half-mad by his exile, and the crucial scene with him and Ariel in which Ariel says were he human, he’d be moved to pity played this as a shattering realisation for Prospero, not something thoughtfully commented. I used to see Prospero as the anti-Lear, in control but at the end able to genuinenly give up power whereas Lear never is in control and only gives up the responsibility, not the niceties of power to begin with, but in that production they had a lot in common beyond being Shakesperean terrible old men. (My review is here.)

If Prospero is Prospera, a female magician who was overthrown by men (I assume the rest of the cast retains their gender) and now has her chance at revenge, but at the end works through to forgiveness – I’m really curious of how that will feel, text and subtext wise. Also how that will impact the relationship with Caliban (whose late mother Sycorax was a witch, after all) in performance.

Footnote I: in Birthday Letters, Ted Hughes in one poem casts his mother-in-law, Aurelia Plath, as a female Prospero. Can’t think of other examples.

Footnote II: Caliban's Hour by Tad Williams is one of the most frustrating retellings of the Tempest because I come pretty close to loving it. There are just two problems I have with it, and they are huge. On the plus side, it's a great and poetic Caliban pov, several years after the play, telling his story, and he's the hero there and Prospero the villain it's no simple black and white reversal; Prospero comes across as a fascinating ambiguous character. On the minus side, firstly there's the narrative frame - Caliban tells this story to Miranda after he found her again, ostensibly to kill her but really to make her understand what she and Prospero did to him. However, our author never gives her the chance to reply, which, given that the point of the tale where Miranda goes from treating Caliban as a playmate to treating him as a servant, as well as her later reaction to a certain event, is pretty crucial, is frustrating. (I have that problem with Sandor Marais' Burning Embers as well. Stories in which the narrator tells the story to demonstrate to his listener how much the listener has betrayed him/sucks/whatever, and in which the author never allows the listener a genuine reply just frustrate me.) Secondly, the solution of the story is a dea ex machina one via Miranda's daughter, and that made me think You've got to be kidding me in its glibness. So, Caliban's Hour = two thirds great, one third frustration.

Fannish links:

Marvelverse, movie edition:

Common Cause: in which Natasha, aka the Black Widow from Iron Man II meets Mystique post X3. I hated what X3 did to Mystique (among many other things) but [personal profile] likeadeuce is Rumpelstilskin and spins it into gold in this elegant Le Carré feeling tale of two women with a past, not via a fix-it but through character exploration.


Angel:

My boy builds coffins: a Connor vid, which is about the impact others have on him and he has on everyone else's fates as well as a character portrait. Reminds me again of why I was so gripped by his entire storyline.

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