6.1.09

Kensington Prairie - Captured In Still Life (2008)



Happy surprises like this are what make writing reviews worth all the flaming poop bags on my doorstep. Coming out of nowhere, the debut album from Vancouver’s own Kensington Prairie is a slice of happiness pie. Centering on the sweetly nostalgic voice of founding Maplewood Lane chanteuse Rebecca Rowan, Captured in Still Life joins the teenage wistfulness of Sixpence None The Richer, the contemplative indie nature of Young & Sexy, and the alt. country twang of The Buttless Chaps. On top of that, they pack in a touch of organ, mandolin, piano, and a laundry list of vibraphones, xylophones, and what-a-phones. These are not the songs of the revolution and won’t noticeably change the world, but they are addictively sweet and very impressive for Vancouver unknowns. In fact, they’re solid enough that two tracks have already been picked up for a new CBC prime-time series called Heartland. Rebecca’s vocals are more moving than anything in the Feist catalogue, while her arrangements (heavily featuring producer Jonathan Anderson) are charmingly rich but not swamped. Simply put, it’s a nice CD, no more, no less.
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5.1.09

TV On The Radio - Dancing Choose - EP (2009)


Las nominadas son... (FIPRESCI Argentina)

Acá están, finalmente, los resultados de la votación de los miembros de FIPRESCI Argentina, entidad que integro. De los 27 reconocidos críticos (como me divierte escribir eso...) que están en ella votaron 22. Tomando en cuenta que dos son inhallables y otros dos prefieren no participar en este tipo de encuesta, se puede decir que la asistencia fue casi perfecta.

En mi caso personal, puedo decir que coincido con casi todo lo votado. Más allá de que mis votos difieran en algunos casos (en una película argentina y en dos internacionales), siento que de todas las listas y premiaciones que se hacen aquí (los Sur, los Cóndor, los Clarín, etc.), ésta es la que más y mejor me representa en cuanto a gustos y estéticas.

Ninguna de las otras listas tomó muy en cuenta "Liverpool" ni "Historias extraordinarias". "La mujer sin cabeza" ganó en los Sur pero no está ni siquiera nominada a los Cóndor (y yo pensaba que ellos votaban en tándem, ja!) y pocos eligieron "Los paranoicos".

En el caso del cine internacional me agrada la mezcla de Jia Zhang-ke y "Shara" con "Batman" y "Wall-E". En lo personal, me llama la atención que no haya entrado mi favorita, "Petróleo sangriento", pero tal vez tiene que ver con el tiempo que pasó desde su estreno. "Promesas del Este" es otra que se quedó ahí nomás, como verán en la lista completa de votos.

Sin más preámbulos, aquí los nominados.


PELICULAS ARGENTINAS


LAS NOMINADAS SON (POR ORDEN ALFABETICO)


HISTORIAS EXTRAORDINARIAS

LA MUJER SIN CABEZA

LEONERA

LIVERPOOL

LOS PARANOICOS


OTRAS PELICULAS VOTADAS:


ANICETO 42 PUNTOS

EL HOMBRE ROBADO 39 PUNTOS

LA RABIA 32 PUNTOS

LA PROXIMA ESTACION 27 PUNTOS

EL NIDO VACIO 25 PUNTOS

LA ORILLA QUE SE ABISMA 24 PUNTOS

LA LEON 23 PUNTOS

CONSTRUCCION DE UNA CIUDAD 20 PUNTOS

EL DESIERTO NEGRO 16 PUNTOS

CORDERO DE DIOS 15 PUNTOS

EXTRANJERA 8 PUNTOS



PELICULAS EXTRANJERAS


LAS NOMINADAS SON (POR ORDEN ALFABETICO)


BATMAN: EL CABALLERO DE LA NOCHE

I'M NOT THERE

NATURALEZA MUERTA

SHARA

WALL-E


OTRAS PELICULAS VOTADAS


SIN LUGAR PARA LOS DEBILES 52 PUNTOS

PROMESAS DEL ESTE 46 PUNTOS

PETROLEO SANGRIENTO 45 PUNTOS

LA ESCAFANDRA Y LA MARIPOSA 42 PUNTOS

PARANOID PARK 39 PUNTOS

LA CUESTION HUMANA 38 PUNTOS

PERSEPOLIS 37 PUNTOS

LA JOVEN VIDA DE JUNO 17 PUNTOS

ELECTION 2 15 PUNTOS

LA NUBE ERRANTE 14 PUNTOS

VIAJE A DARJEELING 14 PUNTOS

REC 13 PUNTOS

ELECTION 10 PUNTOS

CHE, EL ARGENTINO 9 PUNTOS

UNA GUERRA DE PELICULA, NO TE METAS CON ZOHAN, SHINE A LIGHT, CLIMAS, LA NIEBLA 8 PUNTOS

LEJOS DE ELLA, PROPIEDAD PRIVADA, ANTES QUE EL DIABLO SEPA QUE ESTAS MUERTO, PLANET TERROR, QUEMESE ANTES DE LEERSE 7 PUNTOS

LOS DUEÑOS DE LA NOCHE, MI HERMANO ES HIJO UNICO, METEORO, NUEVO MUNDO, LA PERRERA 6 PUNTOS


FIPRESCI Argentina está integrada por:

Diego Batlle, Horacio Bernades, Diego Brodersen, Gustavo J. Castagna, Flavia de la Fuente, Leonardo M. D'Esposito, Paula Félix-Didier, Hernán Ferreirós, Mariano Kairuz, Diego Lerer, Leandro Listorti, Fernando López, Ezequiel Luka, Luciano Monteagudo, Gustavo Noriega, Paulo Pécora, Miguel Peirotti, Martín Pérez, Javier Porta Fouz, Quintín, Eduardo A. Russo, Hugo Salas, Josefina Sartora, Pablo O. Scholz, Pablo Suárez, Diego Trerotola y Sergio Wolf.





National Society of Film Critics (USA) 43° Annual Awards


The National Society of Film Critics (USA) on Saturday, January 3rd, 2009, chose Waltz With Bashir as Best Picture of the Year 2008. The Society, which is made up of 63 of the country's most prominent movie critics, held its 43rd annual awards voting meeting at Sardi's Restaurant in New York City. Forty-nine members voted. TheAnnual Awards for 2008 Films:



Best Actor
Sean Penn (Milk) (Focus Features)


Best Actress
Sally Hawkins (Happy-Go-Lucky) (Miramax)


Best Supporting Actor
Eddie Marsan (Happy-Go-Lucky) (Miramax)


Best Supporting Actress
Hanna Schygulla (The Edge of Heaven) (Strand Releasing)


Best Picture
Waltz with Bashir (Ari Folman) (Sony Pictures Classic)


Best Director
Mike Leigh (Happy-Go-Lucky) (Miramax)


Best Nonfiction Film
Man on Wire (James Marsh) (Magnolia)


Best Screenplay
Happy-Go-Lucky (Mike Leigh)


Best Cinematography
Slumdog Millionaire (Anthony Dod Mantle) (Fox Searchlight)


Best Experimental Film
Ken Jacobs' Razzle Dazzle


Film Heritage Awards
-The Criterion Collection for finally making Samuel Fuller's suppressed White Dog(1982) available to a wide American audience via DVD release.
-The Exiles, Kent Mackenzie's realistic 1961 independent film about Native Americans in Los Angeles. (Restored by Ross Lipman of the UCLA Television and Film Archives and distributed by Milestone.)
-Flicker Alley for releasing DVD collections of rare early U.S. and foreign silent films.
-Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment for its DVD set "Murnau, Borzage and Fox".

The Miserable Rich - 12 Ways To Count (2008)



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Describing their music as 'the sound of one lip kissing', this Brighton based five piece create an atmosphere on 'Pisshead', the standout track on their debut album that could perhaps more accurately be described as the sound of one drunk lamenting.

"I'm dead as a dodo, I'm flat on my ass" is the unexpectedly melodious sounding refrain from front man James Malplaquet. Though this is no Tom Waits style, booze sizzled gutter rant. Rather, the sound of kazoo, violins and even a bell calling time on the number at its end creates a rustic sounding dipsomaniacs love affair that's too warm and hazy to ever prompt an AA call.


This is chamber pop folk that has dismissed the beardy woollen jersey cliché to instead don a fine layer of cashmere before entering a dusky world full of tales of boatmen, matinees, teenage crushes and waiting for pay day. "I'll be rolling up in backseats, I'll appreciate the view", croons Malplaquet on the sonorous, violin soaked lament to small town boredom Button My Lip towards the close of the album.

Both deft and enchanting with their ability to embrace the pastoral flavours of trad folk and some winningly playful pop hooks, 12 ways to count has tear-jerkers and caustic wit in equally charismatic measure.


With strong connections to Lightspeed Champion and Brighton's Wilkommon Collective, The Miserable Rich aren’t going to struggle for recognition - particularly on the evidence of this superb album- but its Malplaquet's voice, a clarion call that sounds uncannily similar to early 70's troubadour Colin Blunstone, that really endears.


4.1.09

For Your Consideration, Academy (The New York Times)



The New York Times's film critics offer their own nominations for the year's best.

BEST PICTURE

A. O. Scott:

Wall-E

Milk

Cadillac Records

Rachel Getting Married

Happy-Go-Lucky

Manohla Dargis:

The Dark Knight

Flight of the Red Balloon

Paranoid Park

Silent Light

Synecdoche, New York

Stephen Holden:

Wall-E

The Class

The Edge of Heaven

4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days

Happy-Go-Lucky

BEST DIRECTOR

A. O. Scott:

Gus Van Sant, Milk & Paranoid Park

David Fincher, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Arnaud Desplechin, A Christmas Tale

Kelly Reichardt, Wendy and Lucy

Mike Leigh, Happy-Go-Lucky

Manohla Dargis:

Gus Van Sant, Paranoid Park

Hou Hsiao-Hsien, Flight of the Red Balloon

Christopher Nolan, The Dark Knight

Kelly Reichardt, Wendy and Lucy

Stephen Holden:

Fatih Akin, The Edge of Heaven

Laurent Cantet, The Class

Cristian Mungiu, 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days

Andrew Stanton, Wall-E

BEST ACTOR

A. O. Scott:

Sean Penn, Milk

Richard Jenkins, The Visitor

Habib Boufares, The Secret of the Grain

Jeffrey Wright, Cadillac Records

Mickey Rourke, The Wrestler

Manohla Dargis:

Clint Eastwood, Gran Torino

Werner Herzog, Encounters at the End of the World

Philip Seymour Hoffman, Synecdoche, New York

Anders Danielsen Lie, Reprise

Espen Klouman-Hoiner, Reprise

Stephen Holden:

Sean Penn, Milk

Richard Jenkins, The Visitor

Francois Begaudeau, The Class

Javier Bardem, Vicky Cristina Barcelona

Mickey Rourke, The Wrestler

BEST ACTRESS

A. O. Scott:

Anne Hathaway, Rachel Getting Married

Michelle Williams, Wendy and Lucy

Sally Hawkins, Happy-Go-Lucky

Kristin Scott Thomas, I've Loved You So Long

Abigail Breslin, Kit Kittredge: An American Girl

Manohla Dargis:

Anne Hathaway, Rachel Getting Married

Michelle Williams, Wendy and Lucy

Sally Hawkins, Happy-Go-Lucky

Juliette Binoche, Flight of the Red Balloon

Asia Argento, Boarding Gate & The Last Mistress

Stephen Holden:

Anne Hathaway, Rachel Getting Married

Melissa Leo, Frozen River

Sally Hawkins, Happy-Go-Lucky

Kristin Scott Thomas, I've Loved You So Long

Asia Argento, The Last Mistress

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR

A. O. Scott:

Tom Cruise, Tropic Thunder

Jean-Paul Roussillon, A Christmas Tale

Emile Hirsch, Milk

Eddie Marsan, Happy-Go-Lucky

Jeff Bridges, Iron Man

Manohla Dargis:

Ken Jacobs, Momma's Man

Heath Ledger, The Dark Knight

Benoit Magimel, A Girl Cut in Two

Eddie Marsan, Happy-Go-Lucky

Brad Pitt, Burn After Reading

Stephen Holden:

Mathieu Amalric, A Christmas Tale

Josh Brolin, Milk

Emile Hirsch, Milk

Eddie Marsan, Happy-Go-Lucky

Brad Pitt, Burn After Reading

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS

A. O. Scott:

Rosemarie DeWitt, Rachel Getting Married

Hanna Schygulla, The Edge of Heaven

Hafsia Herzi, The Secret of the Grain

Catherine Deneuve, A Christmas Tale

Jeanne Moreau, One Day You'll Understand

Manohla Dargis:

Flo Jacobs, Momma's Man

Catherine Keener, Synecdoche, New York

Jennifer Jason Leigh, Synecdoche, New York

Samantha Morton, Synecdoche, New York

Michelle Williams, Synecdoche, New York

Stephen Holden:

Rosemarie DeWitt, Rachel Getting Married

Hanna Schygulla, The Edge of Heaven

Hiam Abbass, The Visitor

Penélope Cruz, Vicky Cristina Barcelona

Frances McDormand, Burn After Reading

BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY

A. O. Scott:

Cadillac Records, Darnell Martin

Synecdoche, New York, Charlie Kaufman

Wall-E, Andrew Stanton & Jim Reardon

Milk, Dustin Lance Black

The Edge of Heaven, Fatih Akin

Manohla Dargis:

Happy-Go-Lucky, Mike Leigh

Synecdoche, New York, Charlie Kaufman

A Christmas Tale, Arnaud Desplechin & Emmanuel Bourdieu

Waltz with Bashir, Ari Folman

Reprise, Joachim Trier & Eskil Vogt

Stephen Holden:

Happy-Go-Lucky, Mike Leigh

Frozen River, Courtney Hunt

Rachel Getting Married, Jenny Lumet

4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days, Cristian Mungiu

The Edge of Heaven, Fatih Akin

BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY

A. O. Scott:

The Class, Francois Begaudeau, Robin Campillo & Laurent Cantet

A Secret, Claude Miller & Natalie Carter

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Eric Roth

Slumdog Millionaire, Simon Beaufoy

Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist, Lorene Scafaria

Manohla Dargis:

The Class, Francois Begaudeau, Robin Campillo & Laurent Cantet

The Duchess of Langeais, Pascal Bonitzer & Christine Laurent

The Last Mistress, Catherine Breillat

Tell No One, Guillaume Canet & Philippe Lefebvre

Let the Right One In, John Ajvide Lindqvist

Stephen Holden:

The Class, Francois Begaudeau, Robin Campillo & Laurent Cantet

The Duchess of Langeais, Pascal Bonitzer & Christine Laurent

The Last Mistress, Catherine Breillat

Tell No One, Guillaume Canet & Philippe Lefebvre

The Reader, David Hare

Seagull - Goodbye Weather (2008)


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Seagull is the brainchild of Chris Bolton, a classically trained guitarist influenced as much by the sonic adventuring of artists like Radiohead and Sonic Youth as he is by the rustic traditions of folk and blues. Beginning as a solo project in 2006, the first Seagull EP was released in 2007, making several radio presenter’s top ten list for that year, on the back of radio play on Triple R, Triple J, PBS and FBI. Songs such as ‘End Could Come’ and ‘Train Tracks’ showed the breadth of Bolton’s talent, the latter song being described by Triple J’s Zan Rowe as “…beautiful stuff. This guy is definitely one to watch.”

After the success of the EP, Seagull toured extensively alongside acts like Whitley, Touch Typist, Hazel Brown and Psuche Ensemble, sometimes playing solo (with Chris on guitar, vocals, delay pedal, and dictaphone) and often with a band which has evolved through several line-up changes to include Kishore Ryan (Kid Sam, Hazel Brown) on drums, Ed Bolton on Bass, and Michael Zulicki on Melodica and percussion. Seagull’s live performances have been described as “arresting…stellar stuff” (Andy Hazel, Inpress) with “a masterful blend of driving melodies, robust rhythms and earnest, heartfelt vocals” (Oceans Never Listen).

In the midst of a busy touring schedule, Seagull began recording new tracks with talented young producer Nick Huggins, who also produced Whitley’s ‘The Submarine’. These tracks would become the album ‘Goodbye Weather’, released mid-2008. The album is an 11 track journey comprised of sparse, hypnotic songs and distorted folk apocalypses laced with black wit and a tragic romanticism. Launched to an enthusiastic response at the Northcote Social Club in June 2008, the album is already garnering repeated airplay on Triple R, Triple J, FBI, and great reviews from Inpress and Mess and Noise and Wireless Bollinger (who have named Seagull one of the top ten bands to watch this year).

3.1.09

Journey of a Director, From Night Creature to Tender Time Traveler (The New York Times)


“The Curious Case of Benjamin Button,” an old-school Hollywood romance with an eccentric streak, provides an occasion to ponder the curious case of David Fincher, a big-budget filmmaker with a taste for perversity.

In a series titled Under the Sign of Fincher, which runs through Sunday, the Walter Reade Theater at Lincoln Center is showcasing “Benjamin Button,” Mr. Fincher’s seventh feature, alongside three of his earlier works — “Seven” (1995), “Fight Club” (1999) and “Zodiac” (2007) — and three other movies that he considers formative touchstones. On Sunday a screening of “Benjamin Button” will be followed by a conversation between Mr. Fincher and Kent Jones, the associate director of programming at the Film Society of Lincoln Center.

Though he has always been something of a polarizing figure, Mr. Fincher, 46, is ensconced within the creative elite of Hollywood auteurs, in the company of Steven Soderbergh, Christopher Nolan, Paul Thomas Anderson and a handful of others, who are able to maintain artistic control within the studio system. In many ways, however, he does not fit the standard profile of a personal filmmaker, which may be why it has taken critics a while to warm up to him. He does not write his movies and generally sticks to genre fare. His feature directing career began with the third installment of the “Alien” franchise, and before “Benjamin Button” all his movies were noirish thrillers of a sort.

There is also the matter of his technical virtuosity, which tends to inspire both admiration and suspicion. A teenage apprentice at George Lucas’s effects house, Industrial Light and Magic, and then a hotshot director of commercials and music videos (including a brace of enormously influential ones for Madonna, at the height of her image-making powers), Mr. Fincher has always been in the business of expensive illusion and manufactured beauty. To call him a superficial stylist misses the point; in many of his films the surface is the substance. It is easy to get lost in — and perhaps as a result, to underestimate — the sheer sensory pleasures of his movies: their dynamic compositions and kinetic rhythms, sinuous camera movements and seamless digital wizardry.

“Alien 3” (1992) was a baptism of fire for Mr. Fincher. He butted heads with the studio, 20th Century Fox, over the script, the budget, the edit — the experience was so traumatic that he distanced himself from the film and told interviewers he might never work in movies again. The project that lured him back was, of all things, “Seven,” a sick-joke thriller about a serial killer-cum-conceptual artist who poses his victims in macabre tableaus modeled on the seven deadly sins.

It is Mr. Fincher’s fastidious, even baroque handling of the material — and his suggestive approach to the violence — that elevates it far above exploitation. Working with the first-rate cinematographer Darius Khondji he cloaked the film in overwhelmingly dank and baleful atmospherics, even subjecting the celluloid to a chemical process that rendered the dark hues denser and murkier. Most of Mr. Fincher’s films, from the claustrophobic gloom of “Alien 3” to the textured nightscapes of “Zodiac,” are variations on the art of making darkness visible. (The Lincoln Center series opened Thursday with a mischievous double bill of “Seven” and “Mary Poppins,” the first film Mr. Fincher saw, at the age of 3.)

He hit his stride again with “Fight Club,” a film about the fragile, vain and divided male psyche that was itself a provocative paradox: a seductive commercial for anti-consumerism. Still, this adrenalized jolt of designer nihilism tapped right into late-capitalist disaffection and premillennial anxiety.

As with most of his other films, including “The Game” (1997) and “Panic Room” (2002), the dominant mood is paranoia, but the source novel, by Chuck Palahniuk, with its crisis-of-masculinity pathos and hysteria, also occasioned the first semblance of emotional investment in Mr. Fincher’s work. “Fight Club” screens Friday night with another era-defining buddy movie, “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid” (1969).

Just as the anti-materialist salvos of “Fight Club” seemed to repudiate the very values Mr. Fincher has had to perpetuate as an occasional corporate pitchman, “Zodiac” functions as a rejoinder of sorts to “Seven.” In this detailed, jigsawlike procedural, which cracks open the unsolved case of the symbol-mad killer who taunted and terrorized the Bay Area in the late ’60s and early ’70s, the thrill and confusion of the chase gives way to the slow burn and the haunting clarity of defeat.

Paired at the Walter Reade with Roman Polanski’s “Chinatown” (1974), another panoramic California crime story, “Zodiac” is a monument to obsession, and on some level a self-portrait of this most methodical and fanatical of filmmakers. It prefigures the big themes and sweeping scale of “Benjamin Button” and may come to seem a turning point in Mr. Fincher’s career: the moment that this ingenious manipulator of screen space turned himself to the challenges of time.

The film series Under the Sign of Fincher runs through Sunday at the Walter Reade Theater at Lincoln Center; filmlinc.com.

{{{Sunset}}} – The Glowing City (2008)



Earlier this year , Sunset released a really great record called Bright Blue Dream, an album that I whole heartedly planned on sitting on until the later in the year lists come out, and it could be my super cool “look how much bullshit I download, I actually found something amazing” secret pick… and then something really amazing happened. Sunset released another album, The Glowing City, and it’s even better than Bright Blue Dream. Sunset is a project from Bill Baird, formerly in the nearly-the-next-big-thing Austin band Sound Team. The Glowing City feels like both a crazy concept album about a muse, known throughout as Sandy, and as an incredible collection of pop songs. It comes in at 18 tracks which completely fill the full 80 minutes and seamlessly treads tons of ground sonically. Highlights include opener ‘Zombies’, which gets us rolling on this “Sandy obsession” stuff, and ‘Dreams of Sandy’ which has some of my favorite lyrics – your face it comes in flashes/in soft drops of my lashes/your skin so pale with arms so frail/you're pure like snow, like ashes. Damn, son. And - from the sands of creation/bursting through the foam, I'm goin' home - sounds almost Funeral-era Win Butler-esque. ‘Dear Friend (Failing Domino)’ turns into a beautiful, pleading sing along. And then to help top it all off, Sandy actually shows up in 'When Perfect Flames Expire'. I say this all the time, but I’ve become more and more obsessed with this record the more I listen to it, and I really encourage you to check out these tracks. omahype

2.1.09

"It's Not A Film Just About Happiness": "Happy-Go-Lucky" Director Mike Leigh (IndieWire)


By Erica Abeel

In the opening scenes of "Happy-Go-Lucky," Poppy, a thirty-year-old teacher dressed in flea market duds and fishnet stockings, pedals through London dispensing cheer -- then ends up getting her bike stolen. Instead of going ballistic like most of us, Poppy regroups in the time it takes to say Shit happens, and decides to take driving lessons. Turns out Scott, her driving instructor (the superb Eddie Marsan), is her polar opposite, a fount of sulfuric rage, spouting semi-coherent opinions on the world's dire state -- and of course falling for radiant, irresistible Poppy (Sally Hawkins, winner of best actress at the Berlin Film Festival).

At a moment when most Americans are reeling from the gyrations of the free market, Poppy's sunniness feels downright subversive. She's especially disorienting coming from the shop of Mike Leigh, who tends to work the miserablist end of the spectrum (his first film in 1972 was titled, fittingly, "Bleak Moments"). But the English filmmaker and playwright has always been a - oops, let's avoid the now tainted "maverick" in favor of hard to categorize.

Best known for brilliant and iconoclastic films exploring family dynamics among working class Brits, Leigh shifts easily from the hilarious antics of "Life is Sweet," to a scathing indictment of Britain in "Naked" (its David Thewlis howling at God a cousin of "Happy"'s Scott), to the weepy laffer "Secrets and Lies" (winner of the 1996 Palme d'Or.) At the same time, Leigh can upend expectations by throwing into the mix "Topsy-Turvy," an eccentric biopic about Gilbert and Sullivan.

Generally, though, Leigh tends to foreground the banal conflicts of plain folk, the spaces between the heroic gestures favored by Hollywood. He captures the lived moment -- via actors who sound and look little like actors -- promoting the sense that he's making it up as he goes along. The style has been widely copied of course, yet Leigh, it's well known, achieves realism by his method of hunkering down with his cast and improvising for six months or so before shooting. Leigh can also be famously prickly to interview, and not averse to greeting the hapless journo's question with a quick upper cut to the ego. At the New York Film Festival's press conference following the screening of "Happy," he appeared to have mellowed. Still, if the writers gathered at the Regency were expecting a blast of the old vitriol, Leigh didn't disappoint -- though he took great pains to detail his working methods for iW.


indieWIRE: How do you make a film about happiness?

Mike Leigh: Well, it's not a film just about happiness, that's simplistic, and I'm sure you agree. You know as well as I do you have to give a film a title. "Happy-Go-Lucky" evokes the spirit of the film, rather than a precise description of what's in the bottle. It's a film about positivism and coping with life in a mature, intelligent, focused way - not sort of mindlessly looking on the bright side and just being happy, as though she'd eaten magic mushrooms or smoked a lot of dope.

iW: Yet another person might be disgruntled with what Poppy lacks. She lives very modestly, doesn't have a boyfriend...

But she's a professsional, she's got an adequate salary, and she ends up getting a boyfriend. What's significant is that money isn't important to her. She doesn't buy into the mindless "right" way of living. Central to her life is the major responsibility of nurturing the future - and she's a good teacher, as you can tell. She's positive and she's fulfilled.

iW: Yet even when she's in pain after throwing her back out, she's still chirpy...

Look, there are people who the least little thing, they grumble and complain, and their world falls apart. On the other end of the spectrum there are loads of people around who say, c'mon, my bike's been stolen - but all the crying in the world won't bring it back. And my back's gone out, let's get it fixed. There's a certain mythology about this film. Because when she finds she has a kid in her class who's plainly disturbed, she doesn't say, hey, so what, she deals with it. It's not accurate to talk about her in terms of this relentless cheerfulness.

iW: "Vera Drake," your most recent film, seems a lot more structured than this one.

"Vera Drake" is not actually more structured, it's just that it follows classic narratively causal events: this happens and then that happens, and you sit on the edge of your seat -- will they find out? Are the cops onto it? It's that kind of storytelling. ["Happy"] is a different kind of storytelling, where it's the accumulation of things that begin to add up to a portrait of somebody. It's more fluid, like Poppy and her world. In a way it's kind of a comparison that doesn't really get us anywhere particuarly, I don't think...

Actually, it does the film down a bit to suggest that it's just completely cumulative. There's a story there, and the story follows a logical progression. Poppy's bike is stolen, and therefore she takes driving lessons. She meets the guidance counselor and goes back to his flat, and the next morning she has the climactic scene with Scott, who of course has completely fallen in love with her and is obsessed with the question, was that your boyfriend. And at the end of the film when the two women are in the boat and they're reflecting on life, it feels like the conclusion of the film.

iW: I sense in your films an underlying anger.

My films are motivated on my part by a passion for life, by compassion, by a caring - and also by an anger at the way the world is so screwed up. ["Happy"] is a reflection on life, y'know. A reflection of the world with all its comedy and tragedy, its pain, its suffering and joy.

iW: What drives Scott's rage?

He's so deeply frustrated and unfulfilled. So unloved and devoid of a cuddle. And he's utterly devoid of a sense of humor. What happens to Poppy is what happens to all of us who have a great sense of humor: it brings out the worst in her, she can't help winding him up.

iW: Are his teeth really so yucky?

No, dear, that's called make-up.

iW: You're known for creating films through improvisation and rehearsal. How do you put the whole thing together?

That's a complicated question, but here's the thing. You're a novelist. And what you do, I would suggest, is in one way or another you improvise onto the page. And then you put order on that and you distill it and structure it and move it around ... That's exactly what I do. That's what artists do. Long ago I decided it would make sense to shift the divisions around a bit. Rather than make a screenplay for a putative film and then try to find actors to interpret the thing, I find it far more exciting and productive for the writing and the work of the actors to be part of a whole creative investigation that leads to the material. That's the principle of it. How I actually do it is a very long and complicated trade secret. You think I'm going to tell you how I do it? You got another think coming.

iW: So you give the actors a premise --

No, I don't do any such thing.

iW: So what do you give them?

Well, that's my business what I give them, but I certainly don't give them a premise. In every film of mine I always say to each actor: I can't tell you what it's about because we're going to find that out on the journey of making the film. I can't tell you what the character is because we're going to invent that character. And also you will never know anything about any aspect of the thing other than what your character knows. And those are some of the main ingredients that make it possible to explore relationships and all kinds of things through improvisation. Then, after copious months of work to create the characters -- and because each actor sees his character as the center of the unviverse, as in real life, and is liberated from an overview of the film - they [the actors] really feel they have an ownership of that character. And through all this you get something completely organic and fresh and spontaneous.

But of course as a writer, my job is not to just let anything happen, then stick it on the screen. The whole process, from the very beginning, is one of guiding it and pushing it and responding to it and taking from it and then in-putting it. And I make the film as I shoot it, after having prepared it six months before that. So I'm able to be totally in control of the material, but at the same time give people complete creative freedom within the discipline.

iW: How does your work differ from that of Ken Loach?

Ken makes very wonderful politically prescriptive films. You're in no doubt at the end of a Ken Loach film what he thinks, what he wants you to believe in. Whereas with my films, you canot walk out with a very clear and simple notion of what it's about. There's a great deal to debate and ponder and reflect upon. In some ways they are inconclusive -- at least I hope they are. But from a technical or practical point of view, Ken loves to let things happen spontaneously on camera. He likes the documentary quality of that. While my films - although I want you to believe it's real - are very heighened and distilled. The writing is very sophisticated I would suggest. And on the whole you will find virtually no improvisation on camera in my films. It's all distilled, sculpted and very precisely scripted.

iW: Yet there's no script.

That's right, we've rehearsed it so it's absolutely precise, we pin it down to the last half syllable and semi-colon. I write through rehearsal. I don't go away and put it on paper and come back and say okay, this is the script. I think the point about this is that the writerly qualities, the literary aspect of my work is as important as with any other writing. You just have to listen to it, and you realize it's written dialogue; there are all kinds of appositions and balances and sonorities and cadences and flights of fancy. At the same time it's always organic to the character, never gratuitous. If you attend to the dialogue of "Topsy-Turvy," which is heightened, it's in the same style as in all my other films.

iW: You've been known to take a swipe at Hollywood. What's your main gripe about it?

I actually grew up watching Hollywood movies and I loved them, they were part of my life. What I'm saying is I do make films without a script. I will not discuss casting. Nobody can meddle about with my films while they're being done. But you know, this is unexceptional in world cinema. This is what we do in Europe. This is what they do in Asia. This is what filmmaking is about outside of Hollywood. If I went to Hollywood it would be a nightmare. Because people are not able to say, okay, here's the money, go away and make the film, we won't interfere. But I have no reason to be in Hollywood. I'm a European filmmaker, I make films in Europe, and that's where I belong.

Can you talk about your next project?

No, absolutely not. For two reasons. 1: we haven't gotten the money in place; and 2: I absolutely never talk about a new film because it doesn't exist in itself, and why that is, I've expalined to you. Although the project that I want to do is a movie like "Topsy Turvy" about JFW Turner, a great painter, a great character, and the father of Impressionism. I could make a wonderful film about that. But it will be very expensive and no one one will contemplate giving me the kind of money it would take. Which is a tragedy.


MV & EE with the Golden Road - Drone Trailer (2009)



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Orbiting the earth in Vermont is Matt “MV” Valentine, once the brawn of the Tower Recordings, and Erika “EE” Elder, CEO of Heroine Celestial Agriculture and The MV & EE Medicine Show. Together with their dog Zuma, they run the Child of Microtones library of exploratory music–sometimes their own lunar blues, sometimes finger-picking-style noise/space, sometimes lonesome frontier folk.

MV & EE have landed at the DiCristina Building bearing Drone Trailer, featuring The Golden Road: Doc Dunn (pedal steel, guitar, harmony), Mike Smith (bass, fender rhodes, harmony), and James Anderson (drums, engineer). You may recognize these names as part of MV & EE’s touring band when they scorched across New England and the Rust Belt en route to Terrastock this past June. Drone Trailer is a consolidation of the previous musical high-life of the duo’s space shanties for the 21st century. In other words, MV & EE explore their unique mix of lunar raga and astral string band music, with a couple deep-space burners/covert jams such as opening blast “Anyway” thrown in to bust it all open. Nobody is gonna mind if they hear a little Crazy Horse and prime-era Dead here as well!


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The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart - S.T (2009)



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The Guardian - New band of the day

Hometown:
New York.

The lineup: Peggy Wang (keyboards, vocals), Kip Berman (guitar, vocals), Kurt Feldman (drums), Alex Naidus (bass).

The background: If New York is becoming synonymous with blisstabulous electronic psychedelia and rocked-up disco, it's also now a haven for nugazers and bands whose members may well have been conceived to the feeble rumble (a compliment, sort of) of NME's C86 cassette the way their parents propagated to Barry White and Isaac Hayes. School of Seven Bells, Vivian Girls, Crystal Stilts and now the Pains of Being Pure at Heart, New Yorkers all, are doing their best to keep the spirit of mid-80s to early-90s – that is, the period between synth pop/new pop and Britpop – indie alive.

The Pains of Being Pure at Heart – their very name sounds like a manifesto, a statement of intent, a pledge to be true to the idea of being, well, true, honest and untarnished by adult concerns as purveyed by the C86 faithful with their undersized school duffel coats, anoraks, Alice bands and mum-just-cut-my-hair fringes (yeah, yeah, and that was just Stephen Pastel). Pale-boy/wan-girl vocals that tend to go "woo-ooh-ooh"? Check. A light wash of feedback? Check. Fuzztone guitars, plip-plop bass and drums like a child bashing a tin of sweets with a stick? Check. Production that sounds like it comes courtesy of Phil Spector reborn as a ginger Glaswegian punk with a bad case of I Love 1966 (say, Alan McGee)? Check, check, check. Check shirts? Probably.

But what to call it? C86 Revisited? Shoegazing with a pop sensibility? One thing's for sure. "It's not emo", says TPOBPAH's drummer Kip Feldman, "it's "tweemo". As much as anyone, they recall My Bloody Valentine, but not the Isn't Anything/Loveless-era noiseniks responsible, along with Sonic Youth, for the "reinvention of the guitar". Rather they remind us of MBV before their miraculous transformation, when they were ridiculed exponents of saccharine jangle-pop circa Strawberry Wine, or the Mary Chain if they'd been more shy than surly. They formed last year to play a gig for singer Peggy Wang's birthday party, where they had cakes with pink icing and jelly tots and everything, in a Brooklyn warehouse, where they performed five songs with four chords in 10 minutes. Today, they've got a whole satchel's worth of songs about long-distance relationships, teenage trauma, and sex in libraries. Oh, and one called Kurt Cobain's Cardigan. They worship at the altar of Teenage Fanclub's Bandwagonesque, their greatest moment to date was seeing two ex-members of the Flatmates at one of their British gigs, they're touring with the Wedding Present, who they refer to as "the Weddoes" and consider to be "legendary", they make the Field Mice sound hard, and they've been described by one journalist as "like riding your bicycle to your friend's house after you've finished your homework". Are you scared to get happy?

The buzz: "Possibly the lushest piece of noise-pop to come out of the Big Apple in 2008, if not the US."

The truth: In lyrics such as, "We are so sure/We will never die, no no, we will never die", they express a strange kind of defiance and terminal belief in the enduring power of cutie indie.

Most likely to: Make a pilgrimage to Bristol, the home of Sarah Records.

Least likely to: Grow up.

What to buy: Their self-titled debut album is released by Fortuna POP! on February 9 2009. The band play The Forum with the Wedding Present on December 18.

File next to: Crystal Stilts, Vivian Girls, My Bloody Valentine, the Pastels.


Malba: Programación Enero 2009


CICLO

1. Retrospectiva Jean-Pierre Melville

Durante todo el mes.

FILM DEL MES XXXIX

2. Süden

(Argentina, 2008), de Gastón Solnicki

A partir del 9 de enero. Viernes a las 22:00 y sábados a las 22:00.

FUNCIONES ESPECIALES

3. Cortometrajes Mauricio Kagel

Viernes 9 y 23 a las 20:00.

CICLO

4. Duelo de titanes: Robert Aldrich vs. Anthony Mann

Durante todo el mes.

TRASNOCHES

5. Música en la noche

Durante todo el mes.

CONTINÚA | ESTRENO NACIONAL

6. Norma Arrostito, la Gaby

(Argentina, 2008), de Cesar D’Angiolillo

Sábados a las 18:00 y domingos a las 17:00

CONTINÚA | FILM DEL MES XXXVIII

7. Historias extraordinarias

(Argentina, 2008), de Mariano Llinás

Domingos a las 18:30.

CONTINÚA | ESTRENO NACIONAL

8. Aniceto

(Argentina, 2008), de Leonardo Favio

Sábados a las 20:00.

Husband And Wife - Dark Dark Woods (2009)


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Husband and Wife is a Bloomington indie rock band, currently composed of guitarists Mike Adams and Tim Felton, bassist Bryant Fox, and drummer Will Rose. Adams and Felton share lead vocal duties. Their recordings are released by Bloomington label Crossroads of America Records.