Sunday, July 15, 2012
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thoughts ranging from Christopher Plummer to Amy Whinehouse...
I watched "Beginners" (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1532503/) last night, and its truly a wonderful film.
I laughed, I cried, fell in love a bit with Mélanie Laurent. But most of all I thought about how much I love watching Christopher Plummer. It's strange, but from all the remaining old masters of the craft , Plummer seemed to be the least talked about.
People always remember Connery, Caine, Derek Jacobi, John Hurt, but almost never Plummer. But, one every couple of years I see him in a film I say 'god dammit he still got it!'.
For example, recently I watched "The Last Station" in which he was magnificent, and just before that as the only redeeming aspect of "The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus" (please don't tell me Heath Ledger, yeah you miss him, but whatever... he was crap in this one).
Anyhow, I convinced my roommate today to watch one of my favorite films of all time: John Huston's "The Man Who Would Be King", which starred not one by the all three of my holy triad: Plummer (in a minor role as Kipling), Sean Connery and Michael Caine. If you somehow managed to miss this 1975 film, do yourself a favor and rent/stream it the first time you can spare 2 hours. It's magnificent. Connery and Caine are just incredible, and I would wager some money that their "Danny" and "Peachy" characters were the basis of quite a few buddy-adventure narratives (the first that comes to mind is Lucius Vorinus and Titus Pullo from "Rome"). I watched this film so many times, that the theme music of the film (the hymn of "The Minstel Boy") was so ingrained in my head that I would find myself humming it constantly as a child. As an adult I can only hope that I was a bad hummer, for what would my teachers think of me, humming this English Christian hymn in a Jewish post-British colonialist land. Perhaps my grandfather from my mom side would approve, actually. He was a British officer, perhaps he hummed it himself during his service in that Second World War?
In any event, today I open facebook to learn that Amy Winehouse is no more. I'm not gonna say it's not sad, obviously every death is very sad to people around that person (somewhere in England, I imagine Noel Fielding is shedding unicorn-shaped tears), but to put her on the same list as Morrisson and Hendrix, is a tad ridiculous. I'm not gonna go into the Why of it, it's a silly proposition from the get go. Sad yes, in a general sense.
I said it numerous times to people around me who still have patience to listen to some of the words that come out of my mouth: There are only 3 "celebrities" that I probably be extremely sad when they pass on: Sean Connery, Michael Caine, and Christopher Plummer. Three and Three only.
So, yes, go watch "Beginners" (If you don't like old people, Ewan McGregor is outstanding in it as well) and check out "The Man Who Would Be King" which is as good a watch today then it was when I was 8 years old.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Robin Hood = Decoded
With the resurgence of popular adaptations to the myth of Robin Hood (TV series, and a
I would like to point out below some incredible (though purely circumstantial) historical elements that could be threaded together into forming a fascinating alternative picture to what and who Robin Hood really was.
It is my understanding that myths should be examined first and foremost in the context of their first appearance, only should we take a look at the time frame in which the myth and its narrative unfolds.
But first, let uss go over the basic narrative. Robin Hood returns from the Crusades (which crusades? We don’t know yet) to find that his land was seized by the greedy sheriff of
This mini-civil war escalated, until in the end: 1) He is captured and executed; Or 2) The return of Richard the Lionheart from the crusades, who acts as a deus-ex-machina, removes the sheriff from his post and allows Robin Hood to reclaim his title and land.
Before we take a look at the first and more plausible conclusion, lets take a look at the second ending. The first thing that sticks out is the introduction of King Richard the Lionheart (1157-1199), which gives us an actual time frame to these events, and the possible crusade in which Robin Hood participated, the Third Crusade (The Kings Crusade, 1189–1192).
If we to entertain this time-frame two problems arise immediately: First, we need to assume that Robin Hood returned to
Secondly, Richard the Lionheart didn’t even reside in
I feel it’s safe to rule-out Richard the Lionheart as a meaningful element in the story of Robin Hood, though it does raise an interesting issue: Why would he be inserted (one would assume) in a later date, and what does his inclusion to the myth come to represent or hide?
One answer, is that at the time of the crusades the commoners had no interest in subsidizing their king’s ambitions in the holy land, and therefore Robin Hood and his Merry Men came to represent a justice in that respect.
In a later time, in which the crusades were gazed upon with lenses of nostalgia, the myth had to reconcile two conflicting arguments, and thus differentiated between the crusades and the unjust taxation inflicted on the commoners (which now were personified by an evil sheriff).
However, I still feel that the legend of Robin Hood requires much more scrutiny.
The first evidence of the name appears in the 14th century (two hundred years after Richard the Lionheart), and I would like to argue that a something in the early 1300s was at play when the myth was a very current event.
Before we embark to my actual theory, let’s examine a few of the actors in this myth.
The first thing that comes to mind is that both Robin Hood and Will Scarlet could be seen as similar if we consider them to be signifiers rather than proper names. Scarlet and Robin share an etymological link with the bird, Scarlet Robin. Is it just a coincidence? Perhaps, but if we play around with the names, in which Scarlet will replace Robin and vice versa, at one of the combinations we will arrive at Scarlet Hood.
Though Robin Hood is mostly depicted wearing a cap in modern adaptations to the story, what if we imagine the Hood as an actual hood, or a cloak, or possibly a robe?
The color scarlet was worn by the clergy, more specifically, by Cardinals, specifically, a scarlet-colored robe. Additionally, one should take into account that only a hundred years after the first reference to a Robin Hood (1493) in a petition to the Parliament the name (now term) Robin Hood was used to describe a vagrant felon.
Which leads us to the question of vagrancy: Though vagrancy (wandering or displaced people) was quite common during the 14th century throughout
Furthermore, if we to consider the ambiguousness in terms of Robin Hood’s origin; some narratives claim he came from the aristocracy; some claim he was a commoner; would it make sense that he was neither, or rather that he was somewhere in between.
And let us get back to Friar Tuck. While in the later versions of the story, he was described as a jolly food-loving character, in the earlier versions he was described as physically fit as well as a good fighter. There were two prominent groups of clergy men in those times known to be soldier-priests, could Friar Tuck be a member of one them? And should we make anything of his transformation from a soldier priest to a gluttonous fool? And was gluttony even a laughing matter in those times?
Now let us take a look at this at yet another angle: What about Robin Hood’s love interest, the Maiden Marianne. Though the British medieval scholar Maurice Keen tried to connect the myth of Robin Hood to 13th century French Pastourelles and May festivities (in which the couple of Robin and Marion were prominent, I would like to assert that a single love-interest personified in a maiden lady seems too convenient.
In the earliest versions of the Robin Hood story from the 14th century, Robin Hood was attributed a unique religious affinity: Marianism.
Marianism, as we know, is a belief that Jesus’s god was not the Hebrew Yahweh but rather a sacred feminine entity based on the Egyptian Isis. In this light, what do we make of the name of the Robin Hood’s group, the Merry Men?
And if we to assemble the separate threads: the color Scarlet, robes, the Crusades, fighting priests (later accused in a deadly sin, i.e. gluttony), and marianism, which group of people operating in those times fit the bill?
The Templars.
And let us look again at the arena in which this myth takes place, Nottinghamshire.
Though
Nottinghamshire was the most productive area agriculturally in all of
And lets us reframe this again by contextualizing the Templars in the time-frame of the emergence of the myth: the early 1300s had signaled the end of the Templars throughout Europe, although in
The Templars were not executed in
Could we not argue that the myth of Robin Hood was in fact the story of the last years of the Templar court in
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Quote of the Day (Apr 18)
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Jacque Lacan on Truth
But now truth in Freud's mouth takes the said bull by the horns: "To you I am thus the enigma of she who slips away as soon as she appears, you men who try so hard to hide me under the tawdry finery of your properties. Still, I admit your embarrassment is sincere, for even when you take it upon yourselves to become my heralds, you acquire no greater worthy by wearing my colors than your own clothes, which are like you, phantoms that you are. Where am I going, having passed into you? And where was I prior to that? Will I perhaps tell you someday? But so you will find me where I am, I will teach you by what sign you can recognize me.
Men, listen, I am telling you the secret. I, truth, speak."
(Jacque Lacan, "The Freudian Thing")
Monday, March 05, 2007
Qoute of the Day (Mar 5th, 2007)
Sunday, February 25, 2007
A Good Death: Arthur Kane
Though most of the posts I am planning will have more to do with literary figures, I would like to start rather with a musician, Arthur “Killer” Kane, of “The New York Dolls” fame.
Perhaps it is not a good place to start, as his death, or the narrative of his death was brought to my attention as an overly produced and manipulated cinematic document, that is, the documentary, “The New York Doll” (2005, directed by Greg Whiteley).
Since I have no access to the story of his life through other sources, I have no choice but to refer to the cinematic version, but I must say that perhaps my biggest problem with it, would be actually that I wasn’t the one who threaded it together. So I will leave my ego aside for now and recount the series of events.
Arthur “Killer” Kane was the bassist of the famed “Dolls”, a rock group that emerged in New York City in the 70s and is considered as the group that opened the door for the punk rock era. Since I am not a rock historian, I’m afraid I cannot really contribute much in terms of musical critique, but the story is pretty fascinating.
The story brought forth in the movie is a story of redemption, of second chances, a modern day Greek tragedy. The Dolls had it all, the hype, the fame, the money, and were destined to remain the top of the game for many more years, if drugs and egos didn’t get in the way, which they did.
Some of the members were lost to Heroine, and the others went on to pursue their individual projects to varying degrees of success (It seems the only one who was really able to maintain some consistency, was the lead man, David Johansen).
Arthur Kane, on the other hand moved to Los Angeles and tried to regain his success but to no avail.
Slowly failure took its toll on him, and drugs, alcoholism and depression deemed his fate as an inevitable downhill spiral, which led him to several suicide attempts (I may be wrong, it could have been only one), the last of which, he jumped from his 3rd floor apartment only to break several bones that required a few weeks of recovery in the hospital.
It is there, where he found god. He received a leaflet from a Mormon church and wrote them asking to send him some more information. The information arrived in the person of two Mormons who were able to provide him comfort with their talks and redirected him to god.
Since then, though a much more stable and functioning person, he was still living in the past, or rather in that insufferable gap between what he had and what he has now. It is difficult for anyone to imagine a rock and roll personality working as a file clerk in a Mormon center, but it was a reality he had to cope with.
But he still had a dream; he was still hoping that one day he will be able to be on stage again, with the New York Dolls. And it seems life had a few more surprises for him after all.
Morrissey, the longtime admirer and follower of the Dolls (as a kid he headed the UK fan club of the dolls), was appointed in 2005 as the creative director of “Meltdown” festival, and one his first ideas was to reunite the Dolls for the concert.
He contacted Kane and the remaining members, and after a few weeks of rehearsals they preformed admirably in the concert. Kane received his chance, was able to reconcile with Johansen, and the dream became a reality.
Shortly after returning to the United States, Kane complained that he was suffering from jet-leg and overall weariness. After two weeks in which his state persisted he checked into a hospital and was diagnosed with some form of Leukemia. He died within hours of his diagnosis.
The film ends with the heartbreakingly appropriate Smiths song, “Please, please, please, let me get what I want”.
The proximity of the realization of his dream and his death is almost too uncanny. Those who favor longevity may object to my observation, but what good is a prolonged life if the echoes of one’s shortcomings will haunt him. And furthermore, wouldn’t the significance of this miraculous achievement wear off in times, breeding only more desires and more heartaches?
Timing is everything, especially when it comes to poetic justice.