Posts Tagged ‘film’

Sandy West and Joan Jett

The Runaways

Joan Jett is still the Queen of Rock. No qualms.

I wonder if in twenty years someone will say Britney is the Queen of Rock. Or Avril Lavigne.

Egad.

Can’t wait for the biopic of The Runaways. After they split, why did Sandy West not go on to fame but Joan Jett is still so good? It’s not bullshit that many young musicians can trace their inspiration directly to the first time they heard Cherry Bomb. I read the film explores Cherie Currie’s relationship with Joan Jett more so that may not answer my question but the fate of the members reveals something about the creative strain and the life strain. There is never an end to desiring success but if you want something you must be able to work for it, means or no means, lean and not green.

How much do you want it? And then, keep working.

Death Row is a film about daily life on Death Row in Texas. The film was made in March 1979, and Bruce Jackson and Diane Christian also did a companion book of the same name. The book has longer conversations with the men who speak in the film. I am looking for this book.

How many of us know of that feeling? I am not an advocate against death for prisoners. I am only very fearful of losing freedom, under whichever circumstance. And that fear is as powerful as life and freedom itself, enough for me wear their skins and taste the crazy fear and colorless loneliness. There are photos of the men in the book, but I don’t want to include their gaze here. Objects and echoes are enough.

Like I said, I am not an advocate against death for prisoners. My first emotion is always they must deserve it. It is these negating forces that keep staring and listening to these photos.

Photos: Buffolo Report

In the absence of voice, silent films possess an aura so full of intelligence I feel! Or maybe because this is Pandora’s Box I’m talking about. Or because all that is lost inevitably becomes stolen.
If you have not watched Louise Brooks before, you should.

Louse Brooks in Pandora's Box

By watching a documentary on her life (included within the library’s copy of Pandora’s Box  – how wonderful it is to be a citizen of Singapore!), I am reminded again Time. Waits. For. No. One.

That beauty can disappoint ambition.

The Weeping Meadow, score for the film of the same name

There was a time I walked a lot and went about the same places alone a lot. I still go about the same places alone quite a lot, except now I don’t do it with my head. It was on one of these alone walking days I first heard Eleni Karaindrou’s music, and this particular composition led me to Theo Angelopoulos’ film The Weeping Meadow. I’m not sure what I want to say here. Maybe I have ignited a spark from the vision of those years on hearing that composition again. Maybe a wind is threatening to start a fire. Or maybe the fire has not died.

If chance permits, the film too, has a life. A short chapter in history is seldom a side chapter, however forgotten. How many of you have felt like a gypsy, before knowing the word?

Film score available as soundtrack for the film here on Amazon.
A trailor clip of the film here.