11.03.2011

Enfant Terrible


Yesterday, after a few months of waiting, I finally saw Ryan Adams play live.
Yes, Ryan Adams is funny, cute and fascinating.
Yes, he knows all this and ridiculously plays with it.
But most of all, he is talented. That's why we can forgive him for (almost) everything.
(if you haven't understood by now that he stole my heart last night, you REALLY missed something).
Anyway, if you don't have the chance to see him live, at least listen to his last record "Ashes and Fire", it's brilliant and perfect for the current season.

A.C.

8.15.2011

Movie theaters around Europe

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Köln - Cologne, July 2011

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Praha - Prague, July 2011

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Praha - Prague, July 2011

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Budapest, July 2011

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Budapest, July 2011



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Istanbul, August 2011

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Istanbul, August 2011

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Istanbul, August 2011

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Istanbul, August 2011



MJ.

6.27.2011

apologies & holidays

I know I haven't been writing a lot - at all - lately, but it's summertime, and I am trying to fit in again in my dear hometown, Paris. Always out, wandering around, catching up with friends and movie theaters, buildings and exhibitions, dance shows and cafés. However, I PROMISE to write about many many many things soon - a little preview: The Tree of Life, Pina (Wim Wender's film AND her last choregraphy shown at the Théâtre de la Ville in Paris), Paris at night (and not Midnight in Paris, I've said everything about this). I am also planning on seeing two films tomorrow SO you see? When I'll start writing again, I won't be able to stop.

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As for now, the old school picture of holidays - I was in the South of France a few hours ago, and even if it's not exactly like that, it's pretty close.

Cheers, dear readers.



MJ.


6.13.2011

The imperfect and touching art of Anh Hung Tran

Yesterday was SIFF's last day - sadly and thankfully too, because after three weeks and a half, I know people are simply looking forward to a good night of sleep -. As I was walking on Capitol Hill on this half-sunny Sunday, I realized it was my last Sunday here in Seattle, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to leave and go bak to Paris - no clear answer came to my mind.

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In front of the Egyptian, the crowd was big and getting bigger minute by minute : we were all going to see one of SIFF 2011's last film, NORWEGIAN WOOD. After getting in, the room got very crowded. I must say that I had some doubts and fears before going to see this 133 minutes Japanese movie - I try but I am not a huge fan of Asian cinemaS -. If you tell me "you'll have to watch MYSTERIES OF LISBON or THE BEST OF YOUTH all over again - and they're both over 4 hours - I'd jump of joy, but Asian films are... often boring to me.

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Anyway - I'm getting lost here. Back on track now. NORWEGIAN WOOD.

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Directed by Anh Hung Tran, this drama is based on Haruki Murakami's novel, which was published in 1987 and an internationally acclaimed best-seller. Set in the Japan of the 1960s, both the film and the novel tell the story of Watanabe and Kaoko, a boy and a girl who have to deal with their best friend (for Watanabe) and eternal love (for Kaoko)'s suicide. If Watanabe learns to grow from this tragic episode of his life - he escapes from home and goes to Tokyo, starts spending his days and nights reading, make new friends, experience love -, Kaoko slowly sees her mind and health go away as she realizes that she's unable to live without this boy she had loved since forever.

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She disappears, but eventually, the two damaged souls meet again one afternoon, in a park. They start taking walks together, laughing again, but never mention the name of the deceased loved one - Kizuki. On Kaoko's birthday, Watanabe prepares a surprise, a cake, a gift and some wine, and before they know it, the two teenagers are making love. However, when the boy notices that Kaoko is a virgin and asks her why she never made love with Kizuki, things go wrong and the girl disappears again. If Watanabe goes on with his life - he meets a young, pretty and charming young woman called Midori - fate and pain have linked him to Kaoko with an eternal unbreakable string. Even though her sadness remains the same and her love for Kizuki identical, Watanabe tries everything to make her feel better, because he loves her - because she loves him too, in her own way. He starts visiting her in the "clinic" where she stays, in the countryside. Together, they walk in the woods and let an ecstasy of despair grow inside them and between them. But soon, Watanabe sees his heart in between a terrible dilemma : his dangerous, passionate, sad love for Kaoko and his attraction to Midori. In between the complacency of his sorrow and his burning desire of living for himself, Watanabe doesn't really seem to be able to make a choice.

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NORWEGIAN WOOD is a gorgeous film what bewitches you body and soul, that moves you deep inside, that attracts you and that makes you question your own fears and capacity of dealing with sorrow. Its stunning cinematography takes you away to the Japanese snow and forests and to the 1960s Tokyo's apartments.

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Both sensual and cold, distressing and joyful, its 133 minutes manage to build a real love and life story. Even if I would have some comments and reproaches - the narrative framework is messy and way too fast at the beginning, the director's incapacity to use static shots from time to time - always zooming, de-zooming, tracking - is tiring, the simplistic use of music during tense and very emotional scenes is upsetting - the film as a whole is a fragile and erotic picture of people, both male and female, and lets you leave the movie theatre with a bittersweet taste sprinkled with nostalgia that isn't unpleasant at all.


MJ.

6.12.2011

Girls (Who Run The World)*

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Once again I'm back after a pretty long period of void. Many things happened in my life recently.
First of all, I moved back to Paris. I must admit that however I really wanted to go home when I was in Seattle, I'm actually missing the States. That experience really changed me and the way I interact with people. I'll make sure to be back sooner than later.

Also, right after I moved back to Paris, I started a summer-job at the best Parisian indie label and record store, Fargo, which means that I have to respect real working hours.
I will talk about Fargo in a following post. You can still check out the website if you're craving for some info (I know you do!): http://www.fargorecords.com/

Therefore I would like to apologize for my silence. That being said, let's go back to today's topic: girls in music. Indeed, lately, I've been listening to a lot of music made by talented young chicks and even better, I've been able to see some of them perform live.
I will mainly focus on the last three I've seen and who really amazed me.

The first artist I'd like to focus on is the well know Swedish popstar Lykke Li (see picture above) who played at the Showbox on May 26th. I knew her since her first album but her second one, Wounded Rhymes, which came out in March, really turned me on her work. I was very excited of seeing her perform live and I was wondering if and how she would recreate that kind of mystic atmosphere characterizing her music. I must say that I wasn't deceived... The configuration of the scene (big black pieces of fabric were hanging from the ceiling down to the stage), a lot of haze was used, and the main performer's appearance and behaviour on stage really helped. Lykke Li was wearing a long monachal-like black outfit which wouldn't allow us to see anything but her face and hands, her hair was tied in a very tight bun, her make up was very dark and so were her facial expressions. While performing, she would make tribalish dance moves maintaining a very serious expression on her pretty face, which was very disconcerting. Musically speaking, Lykke Li and her band did a very good job: the sound was good, her particular voice sounded clear and strong. The whole thing was very entertaining to watch and hear. Of course, all this matches with what you would expect. When reading some interviews of Lykke Li, you can understand that she is a serious girl and a hardworker. I'm looking forward to hearing what she will do next.


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The second artist I'm really into right now is the Brooklyn-based singer-songwriter Sharon Van Etten. I had heard some of her songs from her first record, Because I Was In Love, last year but after seeing her at the Sasquatch festival on Memorial Weekend with a dear friend, I cannot stop listening to her new record, Epic. She might not have the most amazing voice you'll hear in your life and no, she's not inventing something new, but she has things I really look for in people: sincerity and purity.
Her melodies transport me and her lyrics are honest, not always happy, but always about real life, real feelings, without the fear to say too much. Although she is pretty young, Sharon, who plays the guitar, sometimes sings with a lascivious voice which makes me think she is an old and mature soul.
Sharon Van Etten is nothing like Lykke Li and you will probably not see her on the cover of Vogue Magazine (never say never, I know, but you know what I mean) but I truly respect her and I wish her all the best for her carrier. Hopefully she'll play in Paris soon...


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To finish, I'd like to talk about the last artist I saw perform in Seattle on June 1st: Anna Calvi.
Anna Calvi became huge in Europe in a few months. In the US, she is barely known. When I listened to her one and only album so far for the first time (and the following too) I didn't understand. Her album actually never caught me. Let's be honest. Not that it is bad, I just don't understand the construction of the songs, they lose me.
However, I wanted to see her live and try to understand. And gosh, I understood.
The energy Anna Calvi conveys to the audience had me forget that the Crocodile was half empty that night. She is a petite beautiful and discrete woman who plays the guitar like an old rocker and who sings with a very determined and strong voice. What lost me that night was the mix of her voice, the magnetic look in her eyes and the very sensual way she played the guitar.
What was also very surprising to see was that once a song was over - some songs were VERY powerfull - she would briefly say something to the audience but you couldn't hear a word since she would whisper. The discrepancy between the musician and the person (and you can see from interviews that she is very shy and low-profile) is very interesting to be pointed out.
Anna Calvi is a real performer and I advise every person who didn't like her album to go and see her on stage, she's stunning.

*Oh yeah, Beyoncé, you can be proud!

A.C.

6.10.2011

GayLaLaLaLaLaLa

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Very fun night at the SIFF GayLa, that ended in that crazy & wild bar right at the corner of Madison & Union called Pony.

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The top dj, who was king enough to play "Ca plane pour moi".

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Arty.


MJ.

6.05.2011

it's always fun when it's midnight in paris - but not this time.

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The first minute, and you know it's Woody Allen thanks to its credits - same format, same fonts. The second minute and you know where it is: Paris. The fifth minute and you think "Alright I got it, I know it's Paris, I know what the Eiffel Tower/ the Champs Elysees/ the Place Vendome/ Odeon/ the Seine/ look like, you don't need to show them to me three or four times, get to your story Woody". Unfortunately, you end up wishing he didn't get to try to make his point, because the emptiness, the poverty and the stupidity of this film are really outrageous.

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I can try and make a simplistic summary - it would be simplistic no matter what -: Gil and Inez (Owen Wilson and Rachel McAdams) are spending a few days in Paris. They're engaged, but the purpose of this trip has nothing to do with it - Inez's parents are also in Paris, and the couple chose - you have no idea why, which lovers would go to Paris with parents around? - this opportunity to visit the city too. Gil is a very demanded screenwriter in Hollywood, but what he really wants is to become a novel writer. Inez, the typical LA blonde with expensive clothes/ shoes/ bags/ tastes, doesn't understand why her fiance would want to experience something different and make no money out of it - you see, the plan for them is to buy a house in Malibu. However, Gil isn't the defeatist type, and he sticks to his dream. While they're having dinner in a restaurant, Inez meets with friends from the States - the most pendantic man in the world and his transparent girlfriend - and decides to spend days and nights with them. Of course, it is not of Gil's taste, so when they all decide to go dancing, the "writer wannabe" choses to wander around Paris to find ideas - you understand, he really likes Paris at night, under the rain, and wishes he could have lived there in the 1920s, how original, right? -. But at midnight, while seating in front of the Pantheon, a car stops in front of him and makes him travel in time: Gil is now in the 1920s ! And guess what? Over the night, he meets with Cole Porter, Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway ! I won't ruin the rest of the film by telling you who else he meets - that is actually the one and only funny part of the movie, trying to guess who's coming next.

In the morning, Gil is back into his time - with his awful fiance who keeps saying how amazing, funny, clever and handsome her unbearable male friend is, with his terrible parents - in - law who keep on saying "cheap is cheap" and who vote republican, with his miserable existence - but don't worry, he does meet gorgeous women too in the years 2010, including Carla Bruni and Léa Seydoux.

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And then what? Then nothing. Absolutely NOTHING. No humor, no script, no story, no characters, no movie. A simple succession of Paris shots and of "Guess who is coming next on the screen". I had already been pretty disappointed by Allen's last film, but this is above everything. I couldn't expect anything that bad from the king of the comedy genre. Maybe too much is too much, and Allen might want to consider taking more time between his films to actually think about them a bit more?

I cannot say that it is the fact that Paris was shown as a postcard that upset me - I've been away from the city of my heart since almost 9 months, so any shot of it makes me happy and stupid and smile - but the fact that the film has no purpose nor intelligence at all - Gil the romantic writer, engaged with Inez, the upstart annoying and spoiled blonde who dreams of a house in Malibu... Seriously? How much more incoherent could this be? C'mon Woody, you can do better than THAT.



MJ.