Film (Apr)

All about my mother (Poster)

April’s Film - All about my mother (Todo sobre mi madre)

Let’s face it, women are generally great and men are a bit rubbish. No matter what you throw at a woman she can generally cope - whether it be single parenthood, religion, prostitution, civil war or unfaithful partners. Yet at the first sign of trouble your average man either makes for the hills or goes into his own little senile world. In fact women are so great that most of us men probably want to be one.

Not my words, but rather the implied message behind Almodóvar’s film, All about my mother. Giving the phrase “Chick flick” a whole new dimension this film does make you wonder what sort of male role models the poor director/writer had in his youth. The only semi-balanced male character (!!SPOILER ALERT !! SPOILER ALERT !!) gets killed fairly early and from then on in it’s a pretty sorry cast list for the male of the species.

Maybe there is something in what he’s saying given that when you look around it’s usually the female that’s left (literally) holding the baby and finding a way to get by. And this film plays out that familiar message against the backdrop of prostitution, transexuality and Gaudi.

And therein lies the problem. Although the central premise is easily recognisable, the world in which he places the characters and story isn’t. That’s not to say movies can’t amplify or magnify but if you’re trying to tell an every-women / every-man type story it doesn’t help when you over-exaggerate events and characters so much. If you’re trying to say that men are jealous of what women have is it overstating the point when most men in the movie are transsexuals? If you’re trying to say that women are part mother, part angel, part sinner is it taking it too far to have the plot revolve around children, nuns and prostitution?

Having said all that, it is quite an enjoyable little romp and I seemed to emerge from it without feeling entirely emasculated. The central characters are interesting and well developed and, although stretched to breaking point, the theme the film is trying to tackle is an interesting one.

Although it did have subtitles, was in foreign and there were very few deaths and action sequences so perhaps I have missed the point.

Responses

Okay, I know we sort of decided at the next Film club we could watch La Haine but I was thinking it might be good to watch something that was both in English AND in colour for a change. Embrace all film and all that. And, to continue the case for the prosecution, I’m also sure we agreed to watch something a bit more blockbustery next time.

With that in mind I have a proposition. I put forward “No country for Old Men”, which I have now acquired via iTunes via the Gages. (Don’t worry all legal and above board). I was going to watch it sometime soon but if the consenus was for it we could make that the next Film Club movie. I’d even offer it at my house which is served by two of the best Curry takeaways in North London (Chilli Spice & Rasa) - and yes I have done extensive research to verify that claim.

Thoughts?

Have you visited Biryani on Holloway Road? I doubt it’s as good as Rasa really but I just wanted to be contrary. Which is unlike me.

No country for old me sounds like a glorious idea. There was me worrying you were going to bring out something like Enchanted or other such tripe.

superior to Shahaiiiiiiii Spice on blackstock Rd? Surely not.
I am a bit scared about watching No Country for Old Men. Isn’t it all supposed to be a bit brutal? I think i might need a large pillow to hide behind. We also discussed watching the Bourne triolgy, can I propose that as an alternative? It is (i believe) in colour and without subtitles.

Film stuff - Quite happy to have No Country for Old Men (NCfOM) turned into a non-film club event. Basically I’ve got it and want to watch it soon so as soon as my living room looks more like an IKEA showroom and less like an IKEA warehouse I’ll send an invite out.

Non-film stuff - Okay then, we’re going to have to have a list of the best curry houses / take-aways in the vicinity. Like all good lists I fully expect this to be people simply plumping for one that is close to them, backed up with no real evidence or knowledge of other Indians and the winner being decided by however can shout the loudest.
Submissions on a blog post please, in the format “My curry house is clearly the best because…” in 100 words or less.

sticking a rusty fork in my eye while rubbing acid into an open wound…..watching the bourne trilogy…..sticking a rusty fork in my eye while rubbing acid into an open wound…..watching the bourne trilogy…..sticking….yep you guessed it.

Anyway. The best curry place in North London is without a shadow of a red-ringed doubt Tawa on Parkway in Camden. I don’t expect any objections to that view.

ok
I just suggested bourne thingy because I have never seen any of them and I thought that I should. Though on the same note I have never seen any of the 1950s Bengali trilogy that Garmon was championing. Maybe I should start with that. Or maybe not.
anyway
SHahaiiiiiiiii Spice is clearly the best indian, not only because it is at the end of my road. It is good because a) you have to say Shaaahaiiiiiii Spice whenever you refer to it, b) it looks like it should be shut down by the environmental health but actually do the best rogan josh in the land and c) they give me free popadoms plus something pupporting to be manjo chutney but is infact some radio active organe liquid.
THE END

I think what this thread is crying out for (apart from a spell checker) is a curry-off. To keep it vaguely on-theme it should be held while watching a film trilogy of some sort (clearly star wars or x-men).

Shahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Spice, Tawa and the other one (whatever Steve, it was so memorable I didn’t even bother to scroll up and check), in take-away cartons on Ellie’s dining room table (mind the Vogue). Bring it on.

p.s. I’m pleased, Ellie, that someone else is adopting my glorious habit of ridiculous monikers for these blogs….

While I have tasted the delights of Shahiiiii spice, I still rate Rasa as one of the best curries in London. And it has a pink shop facade. Though I agree that the sticking point is probably the mango chutney of Shahiiiiii, which should be proposed as a source of alternative energy. Ellie, maybe you could get an engine conversion done on the Stallion.

Steve stop trying to hijack the decision that was proposed, seconded by the church warden and voted in by the board, and was then written in stone and sworn to by oath. I mean, we even asked Bee about it.

I think the opening of an N5 or nearly-N5 ikea showroom is a great idea. Just don’t mention a sale on the opening day or else there may be blood. Though maybe that would be appropriate for such a violent piece of filmmaking like ‘No country…’. Oh, and let’s watch Annie Hall at the same time.

Oh, I see, you’re trying to pull rank now are you. So much for power to the people and all that.

I remember the days when we used to ask people what they wanted to see. Of course we never actually watched what people voted for but at least we had the good grace to pretend to be interested in their opinions. (a bit like Robert Mugabe I suppose)

And if I’ve learnt anything from Prostestantism and Northern Ireland politics then it’s this: When you don’t like the decision of the rest of the group there’s only one course of action - splinter.

So perhaps this is the time for a new order, a new approach, a radical new group. Is this time for the Free Film club, the People’s Film Club, the Progressive Film Club or even the Fil-um Club? Our charter would be films for the people, chosen by the people. (As long as they were films I wanted to watch.)

We could watch films that have been released this century, with budgets that would make Sir Alan Sugar blanch, with high speed action sequences and stunts, with a cast that you recognised and with no need for reading!

Viva la revolution!

I’m starting my own film club. It won’t take place very often and the group wil meet in a secret location somewhere in the woods, with initiation ceremonies and secret codes for entry. We will only watch films in foreign languages and laugh in sync with the speech, not the subtitles (included as a concession). Films will be chosen in accordance with the high art principles of our founder and leader, and any that fall short of investigating the very intricacies of the existential dilema will be subject to rigorous scrutiny and debate, and possible damning reviews in our quarterly journal.

Who’s with me?

ME ME
um…
How exactly does your film club differ from the Film Club already in existance (apart from the fact we don’t tend to meet in a wood)?

yikes
this has all got a little Baudriallard At Dawn. Gentelmen: Foucault at the ready! En Garde!

Calm down people! Remember when we used to have debates about Westerns: BAD or GOOD? Where is Bruce with his cassette recording of the sound track from Inner Space when you need him?
Transformers? Anyone?
Cake?

I can’t wait to get on here and ‘av a good ol’ read! Stand by you monkeys…

My local curry house is clearly the WORST….. because it’s the Bombay Bicyle club!!

1. I went there at 8.15 on a friday night to be told there was a 2 and a half hour wait on orders [who is buying the stuff i don't know]. Alex got stroppy and i hurried him out embarrassedly.

2. We tried again, noting the problem last time, explaining that we lived 5 doors down and would be happy to collect. An hour later, i picked up a luke-warm/cold imitation of indian food that was overpriced and ropey. Plus i didn’t even get a flash pink box to help me look all islington pretencious.

Curry House at the back of the Business design centre on Liverpool Road….I’ve never been disappointed with them. Can’t remember the name?? Plus, Monsoon on Essex Road, while not an overall performer, do a cracking chicken dansak, mushroom pilau and peshwari naan. Bee….it’s been too long :)

Right, it appears the film blog has turned into a curry blog?! What is goin’ on here?!! We need dedicated followers who will stand their ground when occasional floaters come on and try to pervert the course of fil-um club…

Ikea showroom and ‘No country for old men’ sounds an interesting experience. The thought of no subtitles on a film does make me short of breath though.

I reckon’ we should just go to Ikea and all watch a film there in one of their room set ups. We can all have meatballs post event too!

My curry house is clearly the best because the small pot of orange/yellow stuff is delicious!!!!!! You can slap it on an ol’ shoe and it would taste delicious! Crackin’ onion bhahahajis! They even do a slim line bahahaji. The mushrroom rice is ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT mainly cos it has mushrooms in it and a few little green leaf things that taste out of this world in the course of mastication.

So when is the next film club and what are we watching?

PS This has never been a democratic event though it has masqueraded as such… Viva dictatorships!!

Film blog? curry blog?

What’s going on? I thought this was a book forum?!

Top 5 authors:

1) Caryl Phillips
2) Milan Kundera
3) Nick Hornby
4) J.M. Coetzee
5) Roald Dhal

:-p

i do actually want to start attending a bit of fil-um club. Just thought i’d use a bit of local curry knowledge as a route in.

When and where is next?
j.

Alright - that is quite enough of the crazy ass pseudonyms! I want real names and I want them now!

Next film club is:
Friday 30th May
8pm
Venue still TBC (so watch this space)
put it in your diaries people
get ready for some fil-um club action

Ah. I’ll be in Senegal.

Did I mention i’ll be in Senegal then? I won’t be able to make the film club as i’ll be in Senegal.

Anyway, what’s wrong with a good old handle? Stop this blog-fascism now! In any case, who is this ‘The Vicar’? Sounds like a particularly dodgy character to me. How do we know YOUR identity, eh?

I’d better sign off by mentioning the sad news that I won’t be able to make the next film club. Unfortunately I’ll be in Senegal in West Africa.

I’ll send a postcard from Senegal.

bye.

tom.

tom preston. did you guess??!

Well gosh, these colourful patterns are rather exciting, hey? I’m jolly glad we have them, too, or else how would we know who on earth was writing the posts?! This way - it’s so clear!

I mean, you’d never have guessed it was I - Tom Preston - writing this and every other piece of sarcastic nonsense, attempting to provoke reaction and invoke ridicule from every corner of church (on the); not even my regular habit of increasingly outrageous pseudonyms would give the game away.

Now, whenever you see the intricate pattern of turquoise triangles, you’ll instantly know it’s me! What japes!

right, I know when the next film club date is and I’m excited about the way we may be showing it… Shhhh It’s a secret and only those who come to the next fil-um club will know… Phoooar?! I am stuffed with a huge jacket potato, the thought of a curry makes me sick… Lovin’ the sunshine.

Is is gonna be La Haine?!?!?!?! IS IT??? Is it?

Seeing as we are all sorted for the next fil-um club for film and location. My suggestion would be to give Stephen M free reign to choose the next fil-um.

Otherwise we’ll never hear the end of it?!

What say you?

Ah…yes. Oi tink tat wud be a groit oidea Jahmes, top o’ de mornin’ to yer.

Woi down’t we waatch the Commitments, Angela’s Ashes, or moibe tat new one Once?

Or we could jahst look through http://www.irishfilm.net and foind one we can arll enjoi.

Ahem.

Giant Curry James! With these IKEA ideas you are spoiling us! I’ll bring my laptop. Pringles anyone? Do you think childrens, bedroom or kitchen? Last time I went they even had a whole flat setup. Lets do it!

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