On Hal Hartley

April 17, 2008

I remember that in Amateur, like most of my other films, a lot is not shown. I was more interested in what happens when people talk about something that happened in the past or something that will happen in the future or is simply happening somewhere else. There’s something else going on. The immediate intimate manoeuvering of people around each other while they are dealing with information. I thought that I don’t want them to talk about what is happening or will happen, I want to witness them doing; I want to look at the actual event. It’s funny, I talk to other filmmakers and they tell me “Well that’s why we got into filmmaking in the first place”. That was our first urge.” My first urge was to watch the people conversing or struggling with each other about other things.

The thing about calculation that I’ve always resisted is that there’s an assumption being made that I know who you are and I know what you think is important and what is funny and what is moving. And I really don’t think that’s true in life: I think that we’re mysterious to each other and that’s one of the reasons for instance that we keep telling ourselves stories. Stories can be told and retold because we really don’t know how we’re going to react.

Your talent often arises from your weaknesses and misconceptions.


Andre 3000 - Better Than Jigga?

January 16, 2008

http://www.zshare.net/audio/5040759cd8c5f4/

Is Andre 3000, the rap Bob Dylan? He could be. In this verse here he seems to be driven by intention of expression first, eschewing conventional rhyming until the 5th bar. In the verse, he offers excuses for his down to earth approach to subject matter, as if he feels the need to justify his anti-party rap rhymes. What’s interesting is that he relates his verse as an answer to a question posed by a woman he had a casual date with. There’s a tradition in songwriting, and Bob Dylan passed through it as well, where women evoke the expression of sentiments. The difficulties of love married to the difficulties of writing.

But rap is more than writing, especially today when most rappers reveal that they don’t write but instead think up their verses as they record the song. I dont know if Andre does this, I would assume that he doesn’t exactly, as he appears to be more cohesive and ‘together’ in his verses than say Lil Wayne of Jay-Z, two write-less rappers. But regardless of his technique, he still delivers his vocals filled with unexpected inflections, unique rhythmic sections, and flawless breath control.

So what do we have here? It is not the simile-filled free-associative rhyming of Jay-Z and Wayne. Although both those rappers are probably the best in their league. Andre is another kind of poet. He is situational in his approach, rooting the listener into a situational reality. He sees the verse as an unified element for one urge when others have more of a cut+paste approach, and pastiche conventional tropes. Not to say that Andre doesnt use those tropes, because he does, but their nature is always subservient to the expression of the primary urge in his subject matter. In other words, Jay-Z has punchlines with similes because he wants them to stand out in the verse; Andre uses them simply as literary devices to convey a primordial intention. It is another kind of rapping intelligence, very unique in the industry. My guess is that it has its roots in the storytelling blues songs from the South of which Andre (I’m sure) is a huge fan.

Artist: Outkast
Year: 2007
Title: The Art Of Storytellin Part 4

[Andre 3000:]
Verse One:
So I’m watchin’ her fine ass
Walked to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That’s the shape of things to come
She said, “Why you in the club, and you don’t make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm”
I’m like, “Why? “
The world needs sun
The hood needs funds
There’s a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord?
Umbilical attached to a place they can’t afford
No landscaping, Or window draping
This old lady told me,
“If I ain’t got nothin’ good, say nathing”
That’s why I don’t talk much
I swear it don’t cost much, to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, and I tell it how it could be
The hood be
Requesting my services, Oh don’t get nervous it’s
Step yo game up time, These ain’t them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin’ in some club
Niggas write to me
Woman be up in they tub
Exfoliating with hey pom poms
Yellin’ “GO 3000! “
I’m in my whatever bumpin’ what?
A 100 miles in
Runnin’ Runnin’ Runnin’ Runnin’
Summon
Woman
Come in
Sit down, heard you need some plumbing
Done and
I’m in
A swell mood
A rather swoll mood
Until she told me that she told dood
That’s she’ll be back, she’s going to the store
I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, so the door
I pointed her too
I said, “Call me when ya’ll break up
I don’t fuck nobody bitch”
And never owned a Jakob, know what time it is
Nigga just tryin’ to live
Like a Nigga suppose to live
If I still drink that malt liquor
I pour that beer
On the ground for niggas not around
I started out starvin’
Now they got me out here Brett Farvin’
Try’n to see if I still got it… (got it…)
I guess it’s like the right thing about it… (’bout it…)


Tips when shooting in the winter

January 5, 2008

Try to stay active, especially if you are operating. Do a few jumping jacks every now and then. It will help keep you from getting stiff and perhaps sore and operating sub-par.

Over dress on your feet. Wear warmer socks/boots than you think you’ll need. There’s a lot of standing around that will make your feet very, very uncomfortable after a few hours.

Those chemical hand-warmers are your friend. Get the kind you boil to recharge. They get hotter for longer than the powdery type.

For block batteries, you can keep them nice and warm by wrapping them in a space blanket (shiny side in) with a hand warmer in the package. Then just keep it up off of the cold ground on an applebox or a case.

This last one is more my feeling than substantiated proven fact but: wear sunglasses. I feel that staring at something as bright as a field of snow all day can wear your eyes out and make you make poorer decisions visually than you might when your eyes are fresh.


The Method Man Dance

December 28, 2007

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKAG2Q7Bik4

It’s not embarassing at all, but we did dance like that when it came out, for still a couple of years. Actually I still do it. That’s as close as we had as a “club” track back then. I’m not counting dancehall mind you (oh the sandwiched butterfly).


Satyajit Ray

December 23, 2007

How to catch the hushed stillness of dusk in a Bengali village when the wind drops and turns the ponds into sheets of glass, dappled by the leaves of Saluki and Shale, and the smoke from the ovens settles in wispy trails over the landscape and the plaintive blows on conch shells from homes far and near are joined by the chorus of crickets which rises as the light falls, until all one sees are the stars in the sky, and the stars that blink and swirl in the thickets.


Deeparture

December 22, 2007


Cantor’s Deeparture (2005) is as severely economical in its setup as it is intense in its poetic potential. It involves two unwitting players, a wolf and a deer, in perhaps the most unlikely and artificial environment in which they can find themselves—a white-cube gallery. The artist shot the animals in 16mm film with a seemingly unforgiving eye, structuring a series of taut close-ups from various angles into a seamlessly looping video. Confounding expectations, the “natural” predator-prey relationship does not play itself out here. Instead, both animals keep their distance from each other and appear in turn tense, confused, exhausted, and dejected, even oblivious. As viewers are gradually roped into emotional engagement with the ultimately unreadable animals, they’re led to wonder if these nonhuman players serve as a blank screen upon which human emotions and psychological attachments are projected.


On Kieslowski

December 19, 2007

The beginnings of this process are already evident in the ‘Decalogue’ films, whose poetic heroines are the epitome of excessive sensitivity and emotionality, moving about in a void, seeming to float above the ground.

his camera follows his protagonists closely, recording their minutest gestures, even the least significant among them. His cinema might be defined as contemplative seeing as the phases that are preparatory and introduce the mood are more numerous and longer than the actual action phases.

http://www.culture.pl/en/culture/artykuly/os_kieslowski_krzysztof


Reminiscin’

December 15, 2007

Must’ve been another one of those Tuesdays when you were ready to lay out some dough and there wasn’t a damn thing worthy of picking up.


Sick Existential Insight

December 11, 2007

Nous sommes seuls dans l’amour que l’on porte à ceux que l’on aime.


Le Connaisseur - “Guerre et Paix”

December 4, 2007

guerre et paix

les rues m’ont apprises à accepter les dures réalités
mon coeur a combattu plein de guerres
so je lui ai procuré un bouclier
mes revers m’ont apporté qu’des soirés en solitaire
avec des verres de rhum à ma portée
une gorgée pour ceux qui ont essayé de me tuer
une autre pour essayer de chill
mais c’est difficile quand t’as plein de beefs inutiles
une troisième c’est pour ceux qui sont incarcérés
et qui te conseillent sur quelle route choisir
parce bientôt c’est à ton tour d’y aller
mes pensées représentent une vie stressante
j’oublie pas même quand je plaisante
si t’es on point, analyse moi dès que je me présente pas
je fais la même chose,les ennemis sont toujours présents
y’a pas de pause ni de récré
et j’ai appris qui ils sont en chillant dans les buissons
laissant mon mind voyager tout en gardant pour ma survie
la mentalité que j’ai apprise dans le quartier
où l’S.O.S. traduit en ‘C’est quoi ton problème?’
yo certains s’amusent à sniffer la ligne qu’y a entre amour et haine

Sida, beef, violence, pollution, économie
si t’as un spliff commence la rotation
mon insomnie, fait pas focus sur les bullshit politiques
bluffeurs qui parlent en pile
dans le fond font tous parti du même clique
3 puffs, give, passer le weed disant ‘Don`t Give a Fuck’
blastant du beat
pendant que mon patnais se vante qu’y a du bon stock (props!)
Les moments de paix sont rares, so j’en profite
(Les cops?)
Non c’est les filles qui cognent, ce soir on va trip
Le buzz revient je prends trois autres puffs du shit
Pas de club, vague sur ça yo, dehors c’est chaud
je suis pas sur le beat
ce soir on reste ici, on va kekpart de tranquille
pour que je chuchote dans ses oreilles à elle
pour voir si elle me feel, ya know
Sûr de mon flow, elle voit que je suis confiant de mes skills
c’est ça que j’appelle une soirée chill
loin de tout ce qui est hostil
C’est pas devenu rose et je suis pas encore dans mon mansion, mais still…
je suis capable de le prendre relax desfois quand même…ya know (en parlant)

je suis demi-dieu, semi-soldat, dépendant des jours
perdant le focus dans mes combats
desfois je prends des détours
les jours de pluie s’abbatent sur moi
à ces moments là je deviens sourd
le mal est sournois, regarde ça
les défaites et les bullshit yo, et j’enterre ça dans ma cour
les bourgeois achètent leur yayo quand ils en ont jusqu’au cou
les vendeurs perdent leur bistro quand five-o fait un gros coup
font leur jolais dans les journaux
d’autres gars envoyés dans le trou
le pen est full, et beaucoup sont seuls dans la foule
et ont de la peine, perdent leur cool
sortent leur gun et ça saigne
on trouve trop de suicidaires dans le fleuve qui se baignent
trop de bouzes sidéenes qui setup des gangbangs
j’ai entendu quelqu’un part: qu’est-ce que tu perds rends plus fort
si c’est vrai mon hood est rempli d’Hercules
qui discutent pas si tu parles
parce qu’ils savent y ont pas tort
et soulèvent le poids de sur leurs épaules sans faire d’efforts
évitent la mort chaque vendredi soir
vise l’or,veulent etre baller sans l’aide d’la polyvalente
font keski faut pour remplir leur ventre même si c’est en volant
insistant sur le fait de rester real même si c’est énervant
pour nos parents
yo mais kess tu veux je te dise…
à part enjoy les journées ensoleillés
qui viennent avant les phases grises
la vie est courte mais elle a l’air plus longue en moment de crise
je dois rester strong, pas laisser le mal prendre l’emprise
sur mon état mental et rester stable
c’est une question de guerre et paix, je dilate le bien et le mal