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The International Arts Society at the U of A began its fall film series tonight with Once Were Warriors. In past semesters, the screenings were free. But now we have to charge in order to cover the fees that film distributors have decided to levy on us because we aren't associated with a class. I'm hoping that everything will work out, but it looks a bit bleak. Maybe we can forge a partnership with The Loft, should the present arrangement prove unworkable.
Kim was supposed to write the film notes for today, but her ongoing illness made it hard for her. So I volunteered to do it in exchange for her agreeing to take one of the films I was slated to write on later in the semester. Because my memory of seeing Once Were Warriors with her is so vivid -- we were at the Grand Lake in Oakland -- it wasn't hard for me to pick up where her preliminary thought process had left off. Still, I ended up having only an hour or so to write over 600 words. It would be one thing to do that in draft mode. Having to produce something reasonably polished in that time is another matter. I was really stressed out.
Luckily, the end result is something I can live with. The notes fall short of my best work -- I was especially pleased with what I wrote about Tampopo last year -- but they are decent enough to share. I also had the painful pleasure of watching Once Were Warriors again. It remains a powerful film, not in spite of its formulaic melodrama, but because it embraces it wholeheartedly. Although it put me in a bad mood -- the impotent male rage in the picture reminded me too much of my obsessive mesquite clipping of a month ago -- I feel better for having undergone the experience a second time.
( Read my IAS notes. )
Kim was supposed to write the film notes for today, but her ongoing illness made it hard for her. So I volunteered to do it in exchange for her agreeing to take one of the films I was slated to write on later in the semester. Because my memory of seeing Once Were Warriors with her is so vivid -- we were at the Grand Lake in Oakland -- it wasn't hard for me to pick up where her preliminary thought process had left off. Still, I ended up having only an hour or so to write over 600 words. It would be one thing to do that in draft mode. Having to produce something reasonably polished in that time is another matter. I was really stressed out.
Luckily, the end result is something I can live with. The notes fall short of my best work -- I was especially pleased with what I wrote about Tampopo last year -- but they are decent enough to share. I also had the painful pleasure of watching Once Were Warriors again. It remains a powerful film, not in spite of its formulaic melodrama, but because it embraces it wholeheartedly. Although it put me in a bad mood -- the impotent male rage in the picture reminded me too much of my obsessive mesquite clipping of a month ago -- I feel better for having undergone the experience a second time.
( Read my IAS notes. )