[SIZE=3]Since the day I bought the “Other People’s Lives” cd a couple of months ago, I’ve been on a quest to unearth more of Ray Davies work. Much good music is available, but this is great music. My belief is that that comes together when the song encompasses the meaning in every way; in the lyrics, the melody, the quality of the instrumentation, the voice and the emotion and expression in the voice. I just cut & pasted ‘the lyrics’ to the front of the list in the last sentence, so it seems for me, that this is the vital element. The man is a writer. If he had no musical ear or could not play an instrument, we would still have a writer. The first 3 pages of the cd inner cover booklet, are written by Ray detailing the origins and workings of each song. He is at great pains to advise, as the title suggests, that these songs are largely about other people’s lives. That may be, but if you are there Ray, even as observer, are they not part of your life too? Debatable? Apparently! The title track however is related to media exploitation, for example, ‘Eat it up, take a bite, Feed the reader’s appetite, they’ll swallow anything you write, As long as it’s in black and white’. It’s acidic and pointed and so blatantly true and the need to look is like a pit we can’t climb out of and the pit is getting bigger! We’re all reading this, obviously ignoring the fact that we are reading this on Orble! After the Fall has a slow, first-step-just-taken-toward- recovering feeling, of accepting the inevitable pain before the good stuff is allowed. That’s That (Stand Up Comic) is a sarcastic barb at the ‘new’ English comedian who is often vulgar and talentless but gets laughs by rote, and moreover, have we, society, become so yob-mobbish and banal? Is the Stand Up Comic just a reflection of us and if so, Jesus let’s turn it around!
You know what?! I’m enjoying writing this so much, that I’m gonna leave off here and make this Part 1, and write again another day. There is sooo much to say and I haven’t even touched his early history, a fact he would love, and I’m liking that because anyone who doesn’t know of him can start here. I knew some history before buying this cd, but am now working my way back, scattered, giving me a unique perspective on this intelligent, funny man who bridges all making us question and feel the human condition.
If you’re after an intense cinema experience, then choose the above. While it is slow paced it is not unnaturally so, and grips and intrigues the viewer. From the start we realise that this character, Juliette (Kristen Scott Thomas), has been in prison and upon release is warmly welcomed by her younger sister, Lea (Elsa Zylberstein). It is achingly obvious that she has completely shut down any access to emotion and the tension slowly mounts throughout the movie as we grasp at tiny details and glimpses of her past, her sister’s past, the sister’s friends and as a wonderful counterpoint, the life of her probation officer. I can only imagine Scott Thomas’ joy, upon reading the script. It is a leading role and a vehicle for her to use her wonderful huge, hooded eyes to great effect, particularly in the beginning because the script is most sparse here. We see her lack of joy, her disinterest in grooming, her pain unaccessed. The role of younger sister was also beautifully cast with Lea (Zylberstein) deftly pining for her big sister’s affection and attempting to ‘make it all better’. So that you don’t think the movie is a complete tragi-fest, I will say that, as in life, sometimes all the crap and pain is a necessary catharsis. Directed by Philippe Claudel I should mention that the movie is French with subtitles.
I couldn’t wait to see this one. Just look at the cast for starters- Meryl Streep, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Amy Adams and in a small but telling part, Viola Davis. First conceived as a play by John Patrick Shanley- obviously a Greek Orthodox background - it is as tightly expressed as possible in its writing, direction and performances. Meryl plays Sister Aloysius, the Head Honcho, the Grand Poobah, the Big Banana of nun-dom at a Bronx Catholic School in 1964. It is one year after John F. Kennedy’s assassination, a fact used to shape one of the sermons of the new forward-thinking Father Flynn. His ‘progressive’ ways however, are barely tolerated by Sister Aloysius, whose bullshit antennae are vacillating wildly and from the start we are made aware that she is not to be messed with. The viewer is completely taken on a quest for discovery, or more aptly, disclosure, of the truth. The questions surround Father Flynn and his relationship with a particular student, who happens to be black. The scene between Sister Dontlooksidewaysatme, and the student’s mother, is unique and powerful and I won’t elaborate so as not to spoil the effect. Viola Davis may have only been on the screen for ten minutes, but I’m sure it has made her future career in film a certainty. Amy Adams is perfectly cast, all shining innocence. It is a long time, and a significant sign of a successful movie, since I sat in a cinema experiencing complete quiet throughout the entire session with not ONE, repeat, not ONE rustle of a chip bag. It both satisfies, yet leaves you with questions.