My man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea...
Troublemakers, an electronic band from Marseilles, put together a really great song by combining Jean-Pierre Léaud's monologue from Philippe Garrel's Liberté, La Nuit (1983), the end title track to the 1965 British film The Knack and how to get it directed by Richard Lester (music by John Barry) and a soft melancholic voice of Etta James from the introduction to the piece called St Louis Blues.
1993: Chantal Akerman is travelling through Eastern Europe to Russia.
Au bord de la fiction..
Just a series of slow images from across Russia; amazingly long tracking shots of people waiting in never-ending queues; static images of people in their pitiful apartments, clearly staged; empty winter landscapes..
There's no
dialogue. We only hear heavy silences and people occasionally make comments or ask questions in Russian while the camera passes by. Сними меня... Зачем вы снимаете, это что интересно... По телевизору показывать будут.. Какая
программа, через час что ли... Что снимаем... Бардак снимаете... А чего снимать? Надо
спрашивать... А мы ответим чего надо... Я участник войны, инвалид второй
группы, целый час не могу уехать... Может улыбаться надо,
нет... And we see people's faces. They speak louder than words.
The film is a comment on how lost Russia was at that moment in
history after the fall of communism – a lifetime of one ideology was suddenly
gone, and nothing new had yet taken its place. People's faces show it all: confusion, embarassement, shame, vulnerability..
Песня Окуджавы в исполнении Жанны Бичевской запала в душу.
I've just listened to an interesting interview with Mary Finnigan, David Bowie's ex land-lady and lover in 1969 in London about her new book and Bowie's biography : Psychedelic Suburbia. Sounds like an interesting read.
I was puzzled by seeing Adele on the cover of the latest Time magazine. I listened to some of her new songs again and still can't share this common craze over her music..
I'd much rather listen to Amy Winehouse.. I love her Back to Black, can replay it over and over again.. Amazing voice, talented girl..
On
est le 25 mai à Toulouse et ce matin j'ai mis le chauffage. Incroyable !
Toute la semaine j'ai résisté mais 18 degrés dans notre apartement m'a
forcé aux mesures extrêmes :-) Dehors il faisait 9 ce matin et 14 dans l'après-midi.
Aprés mon post de 12 mars 2013 sur le bienvenue du printemps mon humeur optimiste, joyeux et plein d'espoir a transformé en perplexité, déception et méme désespoir.
Les spécialistes de météo appellent ce printemps en France le plus froid depuis 1987. Il est froid, pluvieux et peu ensoleillé.
En ce moment JM travaille sur les images de Paris le 31 décembre
2000 (en espérant faire un film sur le tournant du siècle). La
chanson de Cole Porter n'a rien à voir avec ce que JM essaye de faire mais c'est la première chose à laquelle j'ai pensé. Elle est tellement belle et la voix d'Ella Fitzgerald est tellement hypnotique que je peux l'écouter sans cesse.
I've just listened to the radio programme from France Culture on Toni Morrison whose book Beloved shook me to the core a while ago and here's another lady whose voice and talent stirred and deeply moved me. Nina Simone.
Southern trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the leaves to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop.
