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Archive for August, 2007

A Throw of Dice

Friday, August 31st, 2007

I saw “A Throw of Dice” in the open air of Trafalgar Square last night, accompanied by a live soundtrack composed and performed by Nitin Sawhney and the London Symphony Orchestra.

Always a deceptive space, the crowd was 10,000 strong for this showing of the 1929 film made in Rajasthan. The story originated as an episode from the Mahabarata, an ancient Indian Sanskrit epic, and tells the tale of two gambling kings who fall in love with the same woman. The sound was crystal clear, although the fountains occasionaly spritzed those seated near them, and the screen occasionally billowed in the wind, sending the perspective disconcertingly awry.

The film looks great for something over 75 years old. It’s a new print, obviously, but the mechanics of the production are also a step ahead of their time. Several times the camera tracks towards a group of gambling men, or follows Sunita down a hallway, the movement magically powerful in an era when the vast majority of shots were from a static tripod.

The score also does a great job of bringing the film right up to date. It feels current. Sawhney’s integration of Eastern and Western musical genres is so seamless it’s almost impossible to pick out which individual elements belong to which tradtion. Stand outs include the low, reedy flute which imbues the whole with melancholy, and the alternately breathy and traditionally high-pitched female vocalist.

The film is on tour now, with the recorded score. And at 75 minutes it’s considerably more manageable than your average Bollywood pic.

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

Under the Black Light, by Rilo Kiley

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

Travels in the Scriptorium, by Paul Auster

Black Narcissus

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

Black Narcissus, BFI

Transformers

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

Transformers

Guardian Newsroom – Martin Rowson

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

I don’t want to come across like a company man, but I feel the need to recommend a rather special service provided by The Guardian to employees and the public alike. The Guardian Newsroom is a publicly accessible exhibition centre and archive situated directly opposite the Guardian’s offcies in Farringdon.

In their own words, the newsroom “…preserves and promotes the histories and values of the Guardian and the Observer newspapers…”, and it is truly a remarkable resource for anyone even remotely interested in the production, provision or contents of the news.

Currently showing in the exhibition space is a retrospective of the irascible and scathing Martin Rowson’s cartoons during “The Blair Years”. Tracing the downward arc of Blair’s premiership, strongly tied to his special relationship with George W Bush and the war in Iraq, these cartoons articulate Rowson’s deep loathing of our highly compromised erstwhile leader. Blair is repeatedly drawn as a diminutive, twitching, duplicitous green goblin, hanging from Bush’s monkey tail and, towards the end, lurking in the looming shadow of the imposing chancellor Gordon Brown.

These pictures are shocking and visceral, and the “wall of shame”, where Rowson comments on various politician’s ands readers’ angry responses to them shows how far they went in provoking and needling the government at the time. At one point Blair had to be restrained by Alisdair Campbell from writing a letter of complaint, with the wise words “they’ll think you’re a nutter”.

Rowson has presented some of the works here alongside chalk drawings directly on the walls of the room, and these, together with seeing the original, painted cartoons in all their Tippex-ed glory, make this exhibition very rewarding indeed.

Monday to Friday 10am to 5pm
Saturday 12pm to 4pm
Free admission.

Martin Rowson’s cartoon are available online here

The Newsroom also provides education facilities

There is also an online archive of the Newsroom

Saturday, August 25th, 2007

Cup of tea colour matching guide

Stu-Stu-Studio

Friday, August 24th, 2007

I paid a visit to the BFI Southbank’s* new Studio screening room last week. It utilises digital projecction, and as such is able to show vast numbers of films from the BFI’s archive.

It really is an intimate space, deserving of their own description of it as “boutique”. There are around 40 seats there, and it’s not much bigger than a large living room, with the screen a comfortable height and distance even from the front row. I recommend going to have a look in person before you book a ticket, if possible, so you can nchoose where you’d prefer to sit. I was forced to do this anyway, as the one drawack of their usually very helpful website is that they don’t take Maestro cards (the new Switch cards), either online or over the telephone. Same price as tickets for the other screens as well.

I saw Powell and Pressburger’s stunningly photographed Black Narcissus which, Mr Dean’s ludicrously skimpy shorts aside, will have you enthralled throughout.

*It seems this is the new name for what was the NFT.

Green Man

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

Green Man proved to be, for the second year running, my music event of the year. Situated in gorgeous countryside at the foot of the Brecon Beacons, even the dismal Welsh weather and almost doubling the crowd capacity couldn’t spoil the idyllic musical enclave.

With the majority of the line-up erring on the side of the exploratory, the laid-back and, shall we say, the earthily authentic, this year some added beef came in the form of throbbing rock god Robert Plant and cranky, angular Steve Malkmus. Of course, ample soothing vibes were in available thanks to a sweeping set from elvish harp-plucker Joanna Newsom, folkey-dokey harmonisers Tunng (pronounced Toong, apparently) and beardy French pop geniuses Herman Dune.

The food is good and plentiful, and includes vegetarian Indian at in a cushion strewn tent overlooking the stage, the unfeasibly long queues for Pieminister’s pie, mash and peas combo, and a fresh mackerel barbecue. Woo! There’s also both a proper bar and a couple of tents just selling tinnies of Scrumpy quite cheap.

Add to that a uniquely friendly atmosphere, the ubiquitous bubble blowers, an open-mic milk float, a nightly campfire singalong and it’s the best fun you can have in a field in Wales without a sheep.

And then Robert Plant puts his foot up on the monitor and throw a classic Led Zep shape……awesome.

Where you bin?

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

I bin at Bincho Yakatori! It’s a new Japanese restaurant in the Oxo building, with plenty of proper charcoal barbecue action, stone cold saki and enough chicken gizzards to scare anyone!

The decor is muted, bare wood and subtle lantern lighting. Candles line the point where the walls meet the floor. You can have a table with a river view or sit at the long, low counter facing the open kitchen.

The menu is divided into chicken skewers, stuff that comes on skewers that isn’t chicken, soups, salads and whole fish dishes. The skewers are roughly tapas sized (Spanish tapas, not the bloated half-dishes you get in most English tapas bars) – so we’re talking about 3 bites per item.

Outr favourites were the lamb – soft and tender with a deliciously juicy, smoky taste – the Japanese pickels and the whole barbecued horse mackerel. There’s plenty of vegetable options too, including mushroom skewers and onion skewers, and also several ways of including rice, from a grilled ricecake to a risotto style dish.

Scarier parts of the menu include “chicken gizzard”, and the eerie note “Other parts of chicken are available on request” – (eyeballs? feathers?).

Bincho’s sake range is big, with plenty of variety, inclusing a £125 bottle where the rice has been polished to a quarter of its original size (does this make it better? I would hope so).

Service was friendly and helpful, ably explaining the various parts of a Japanese meal and the proper way to serve and drink sake.

We weren’t particularly watchign what we ate, and our bill came to £45,. That included £12 worth of Asahi beer and 12% service. A bargain!