Sunday, November 26, 2006

There'll be other drugs Vincent

Watching 'Tape' again this morning made me think about perceptions of morality. We are able to define our actions in whatever way we see fit, and these definitions can be backed up by our particular position on a scale of morality. Vincent admits that he isn't a "very moral person," whereas John positions himself as a considerate and sensitive person.
Amy doesn't accept that John raped her, and she is entitled to define this, because she was involved. John only really admits the rape when he is able to position himself into appearing like an honest person owning up to what he's done. Like Amy says, "maybe you didn't like the way it sounded on the tape and you wanted to come and back and rephrase it a little more eloquently." The rape only exists for him to appear like a better person.
What happens when our actions and our thoughts are shown the sunshine? How do we respond? If they make us feel ugly, do we try to redefine them? Or do we admit what we have done? If we admit what we've done fully, fully accept that we have thought or acted against our conscience, then what is our response to this position? Not do it again? Forgive ourselves? What if we can't forgive ourselves?

I have to go to the pub now, but I'll come back to this...

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Lords Reform

'And be it further ordained and enacted by the authority aforesaid, that no Peer of this land, not being elected, qualified and sitting in Parliament as aforesaid, shall claim, have, or make use of any privilege of Parliament, either in relation to his person, quality, or estate, any law, usage, or custom to the contrary notwithstanding.'

This is taken from the act which abolished the House of Lords in 1649, charged by our old puritan mate Oliver Cromwell. I didn't realise the Elect The Lords campaign had been going so long. Although he did go that bit further in actually getting rid of the upper chamber. They reconvened in 1660.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Flashing my finery like some lord of misrule

We went to see Breaking and Entering yesterday. Sometimes, you can go into a film having already decided that you don't like it, and the opposite is true also. I'd made up my mind that the new Minghella was going to be one of the best films of the last five years. I'd heard him speak about the film on Radio 5 - he's a very articulate and engaging man, so talked eloquently about it. Kermode also gave favourable sqwarks.
From the opening shots, it is clear this is an affectionate portrait of London; not a picture postcard view, but one which (North) Londoners are more likely to recognise daily.
Framed by the robbery of an Architect's new premises in King's Cross, the film centres primarily around the crumbling marriage of Jude Law and Robin Wright Penn. The couple try - in a fumbling and hurtful manner - to figure out when they stopped looking at each other; when they became so immune to each other's presence. Jude Law eventually becomes engaged in an affair with the mother (Juliet Binoche) of one of the robbers of the his company's building.
What is impressive about the tone of the film is how it conveys Jude Law's inevitable slide into infidelity. When he confesses to his wife about the affair, he claims he didn't plan it, and this could be true, but you see how he contrives the affair, perhaps not completely concious of his actions, in something of a dream-state, but it's not an accident how he brings about the situation. He floats into it, and this is brlliantly acted and written. We were talking afterwards about how annoying Jude Law is to watch - his smug style of acting - and concluded that having seen him perform like this on numerous occasions, it isn't unfair to suggest that this is a large part of his personality coming through. Or that it comes quite naturally to him. But whether that's true or not (that he's a bit of a tit), it's incredibly effective in portraying someone who's ego has sent him spiralling into a disaster of moral ambiguity - the ambiguity being his own clouded thoughts. He has lost the thread of what he really wants or what he really feels - common for most men I think - and he says he was 'looking for love' but he can't really grasp how he has ended up in this fog. 'Why were you looking for love?' his parnter rightfully asks.
The other key relationship in the film - Juliet Binoche and her son - is also brilliantly pitched.
Coming out of the film, you may not feel much resolution; there's no sense of conclusive satisfation, whether sad or happy. Some films may end on a downer, but at least there's a clear conclusion - this doesn't have that. I think this sense of unsteadiness is executed in the scene near the end when unexpectedly, Robin Wright Penn flips at Jude Law and runs away from him. THe natural arc of story is broken with this scene and it may look a little stilted or uncomfortable, but in portraying the jumpiness of her feelings and their fragile relationship, this pulse of sudden hurt emotion is a necessary jolt to the trajectory of the film's conclusion.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

A Better Son/Daughter

And sometimes when you're on
You're really fucking on
And your friends they sing along
And they love you
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you'll fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to
And you'll show up for work with a smile
And you'll be better
You'll be smarter
More grown up and a better daughter or son
And a real good friend
And you'll be awake
You'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all of your friends
And you'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest
You'll be brave
You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful
You'll be happy

Rilo Kiley

Thursday, November 09, 2006

What kind of fuckery is this?

The other day I accidentally downloaded the new Amy Whinehouse album. I don't know how it happened. Then, somehow, it was burned onto a CD and flew into the kitchen and has stayed permanently stuck in our CD player. Tis a mystery.

Whilst watching a clip of Arnie and his family on the news last night (celebrating his reappointment as Governer of California), I noticed that one of his sons looks remarkably like my friend Al! Incredible! I was delighted to let him know the news.

I am lazy.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

"You've got to fight for every breath and tell death to go to hell"

I'm aching, and I feel sick. I just watched the second episode of Tripping Over, and it was excellent again, though very sad. It reminds me a lot of Six Feet Under. I'm not sure it's a good idea to feel melancholy so early in the morning, it can give your day a groaning lethargy. However, I make the vow now that when I've finished this post, I'll go over to my desk by the window. It's not good for me to write a post before I work on my story, it can suck the energy out of my fingers, but sometimes I can convince myself that I've adopted this work ethic thing, where I just keep going no matter what. I've never liked that idea, I'm far too restless, but you can trick yourself into believing anything.