Richard III under Rocket Attacks

This is maybe one of the most unusual texts about a theater performance that I have ever written. It is not only about Shakespeare’s masterpiece, not only about the staging (and I have great references to compare with, starting with Laurence Olivier’s 1955 version in film or the classical staging in the 60s with the Romanian actor George Vraca on stage), but also about the atmosphere of the performance. The play is now staged at the Cameri Theater in Tel Aviv, together with Richard II which I wrote about a few weeks ago. Both kings are played by the same actor, Itay Tiran, the uncontested star of the younger generation of Israeli theater actors and both performances are directed by Arthur Kogan. 

 

source http://www.calcalist.co.il/consumer/articles/0,7340,L-3575873,00.html

 

The performance today in Tel Aviv had two parts of classical Shakespearean theater and one surrealistic interlude. Seconds after the first part ended with the crowning of king Richard one of the actors returned to stage and announced ‘Do not go to any other place, stay here, this is the safest place’. The Hebrew word he used has a double meaning of defended place and bomb shelter. Many of the spectators laughed at the joke, but some other opened their smartphones to learn that we were experiencing the second rocket attack alarm on Tel Aviv from Gaza in the last 24 hours. That hall of the Golda complex, two levels under the ground is really also the bomb shelter for the whole theater, the sound of the alarm sirens does not get there, but the theater staff is trained to direct people to that hall in case of an alarm. At the end of the break we were told that in case of another alarm the performance will be interrupted, and the people with seats in the balconies are asked to descend to the safer stalls level.

 

(video source cameritv)

 

There was no second alarm, and the second part as the whole performance was one of the best I have seen in the last few years on the scene of an Israeli theater. It’s much better than the pairing Richard II performance which I saw first, it’s a colorful and complex staging, with well drawn characters, which makes a good service to the Shakespearean text (well translated into Hebrew) and brings to life the bloody drama of power and human vice, of glory and moral decay. Itay Tiran is at his best, but so are also Eli Gorenstein (Sir James Tyrell as a professional killer and a lover of classical and opera music descended from Kubrick), Ruti Asersai, Elena Yaralova, Dudu Niv.

The play ends with the monologue of the Earl of Richmond which is to become Henri VII and start the dynasty of the Tudors:

Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace,
With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to taste this land’s increase
That would with treason wound this fair land’s peace!
Now civil wounds are stopp’d, peace lives again:
That she may long live here, God say amen!

The word England was translated to Hebrew as Eretz. And suddenly the words written by Shakespeare more than 400 years ago seemed so true and so actual. Almost like a prayer. Some of the actors and many people in the audience had tears in their eyes.

 

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The Old Rocker and the Holocaust (Film: This Must Be the Place – Sean Penn, 2011)

This Must Be the Place is one of the weirdest Holocaust movies ever made. So weird and so different that I doubt that it will find place in the usual re-programing of the TV stations on such commemorative moments as the Holocaust Day. Yet it is at the same time one of the most human and moving film on the theme of the second generation, the one of the children of the Holocaust survivors that I have ever seen.

 

source http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1440345/

 

Sean Penn‘s Cheyenne is an aging Gothic rocker, whose greatest success dates two decades back, but was enough to grant him a life of luxury for the rest of his days, and even some fame when walking the local Irish malls. No doubt, he looks like an aging rock star, and Penn’s creation makes me wonder how could the Oscar avoid him this year (and I am not a registered fan of Penn, believe it or not). Something happens and this is his father’s death, and the trip to the New York Jewish area meets him back with the family he left, maybe he ran of, the life he quit, and the history of the family. This history hides something he was not aware about – the suffering and the humiliation that his father experienced during the Holocaust. What makes out of Cheyenne a Nazi hunter, what causes him to engage in a trip that reminds Jim Jarmusch‘s Broken Flowers across America to catch and revenge his father’s tormentor remains a mystery. It is not the only mystery of the film, but all becomes credible and makes sense not on the logic but on the emotional plan. It’s more then just emotion, it is resonance. Penn’s character fills not only the screen, it follows you after the end credits, with his straight and naive logic and belief in truth, with his strange but yet so human way of talking and behaving.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0ryRwKkKI4

(video source indieculturebox)

 

There are several beautiful and memorable scenes in this film. The relation of Cheyenne with the younger girl, older woman and her missing son which is never completely explained. The meeting with another old rocker and the concert by David Byrne (in a cameo appearance). The guitar piece with the kid he meets on the road. The confrontation with his father’s tormentor and the almost human justification of the later. Director Paolo Sorrentino, as well as his cinematography, sound, musical teams do a fine and discrete job. A film to search for and to watch.

 

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The Killer’s Apprentice (Film: From Paris with Love – John Travolta and Jonathan Rhys Meyers, 2010)

There certainly is a love story going on between Hollywood and Paris. I can hardly think about a genre that is not represented in the American cinema and has its setting in Paris – from historical films to romantic comedies, from Hitchcock or Hitchcockian thrillers to love stories, all the genres excepting the western had one or more Eiffel Tower settings. Now, with Pierre Morel’s movie the western was added 🙂

 

source http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1179034/

 

Because what else is this film but a B-Western, where the gunman comes in town apparently with purposes of revenge, in fact with a different mission, yet related to nothing more than the collection and addition of corpses over corpses. As an action or spy story the intrigue is completely not credible, but think at it as a western, and it suddenly works. Producer Luc Besson is in charge again with another movie that looks more American than the most American films despite the fact that it happens in Paris. If you love the genre you have good chances to hugely enjoy this film. If you are indifferent you can sit back, watch the action and the actors and you will enjoy it at least partly. If you hate the genre or you are looking for some art, or even for too much logic, you will hate it.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvqHcADlhB4

(video source LionsGate)

 

John Travolta enjoys playing the killing machine in this film, we feel this and we enjoy watching him. Jonathan Rhys Meyers, an actor I greatly appreciate for his role in the Tudor series has a much difficult role as the killer apprentice, permanently surprised by the situations he enters, always ready to assume them bravely and even overbid eventually. He does a fine job, and this role confirms that he is one of the front actors of his generation, as he gives life to a schematically drawn character. The rest of the cast does a decent job, and the best one can do after deciding to watch this film is to avoid being judgmental and start enjoying it.

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Madeleine Peyroux in Tel Aviv

I first saw and listened to Madeleine Peyroux’s music in the mid-90s. The performance was filmed at one of the major jazz festivals, maybe the one in Montreal, but I am no longer sure. She was in her mid 20s, young, beautiful and with a powerful voice. I immediately placed her high on my appreciation scale, as one of the potential divas of the coming decades.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6-wrEhPpeg

(video source Nando Moraes)

 

Somehow my prediction did not fully come true. Soon after she disappeared from the front of the international musical scene, and when she came back she did not seem to fully accomplish her potential. One of the reasons I believe is that Peyroux is too respectful to the traditions she is in love with – classical vocal jazz, French chansonettes and the big ballad artists (Dylan, Leonard Cohen). She is the perfect performer to take a famous song and give it a completely new life that makes you forget the original interpretation. She does not compose too many original songs, or maybe she does not play enough of them, although the ones I heard are all original. They are however too few to create her the musical basis to become one of the divas. Maybe she foes not thrive to become one.

 

(video source JazzStationBZ)

 

The Georgia-born Madeleine Peyroux played in the last years in many famous places, she appeared in prestigious series like the Abbey Road Studio Recordings. And she is an excellent live performer, as I could see last night at the Reading 3 club in Tel Aviv, a stop in a tour which will further take her to France, Turkey and the US.

 

 

Peyroux impresses as soon as she starts singing. A tall and powerful woman close to her 40s she is not any longer the beautiful young girl I remembered, but as soon as she talks you feel her non-formal and direct personality, and as soon as she sings you cannot but vibrate to her strong and yet so sensitive voice. A first (non-Obama :-)) joke established immediately the relation with the audience, she explains her music in simple words and in a style that seriously asks you not to take her too seriously.

 

(video source kinkradio)

 

Every instrumental sequence is listened with attention and appreciated by her as leader of the band. Gary Versace at piano and organ reached incandescence in a couple of pieces, and guitarist John Harrington also demonstrated that he is a fine musician. I was not enthusiastic about Israeli-born bass player Barak Mori (too slow to my taste) but I enjoyed the local guest performer trumpet player Avishai Cohen.

 

(video source okeydokeyy)

 

The program was a combination of classical jazz, soul (‘I Can’t Stop Loving You’), ballads and two or maybe three original songs which just proved what a fine musician Peyroux can be.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JHu_HtMSv8

(video source BOSSPRODUCCIONES)

 

Among the last songs of the evening Peyroux sand a song in French (which she does in every show as a salute to her French ancestry) and Leonard Cohen’s Dancing to the End of Love which she re-created in a manner that made an enthusiast even of a non-fan of Cohen as I happen to be.

The Web site of the artist can be found at http://madeleinepeyroux.com/.

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Family Ties (Film: Tetro – Francis Ford Coppola, 2009)

The name of Francis Ford Coppola is always sufficient to make me want to see the movie. Having directed back in the 70s what are considered to be some of the best films in the history of cinema, Coppola seems to make esoteric choices in the last few years, exploring cinema and geographical territories (Argentina, Romania) a little aside from the main Hollywood track, enrolling international casts (and of course, almost no actor would lose an opportunity to work with him).  Tetro seems to be his best film in the last decade, an American family saga set in South America, a drama that touches the artistic milieu and brings up hidden and murky family ties.

 

source http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0964185/

 

On the way Coppola does not miss the opportunity to make music, ballet, opera in film. All the characters in the family are in the shade of an oppressive and egocentric father, obsessed with his career of world famous conductor (Klaus Maria Brandauer of whom I never have enough). The elder son (excellent acting from Vincent Gallo) is a playwright and lights director who has his own reasons to stop his artistic career, the younger character (Alden Ehrenreich reminding young Leonardo Di Caprio) starts as a steward apprentice to end as a stage director. Maribel Verdu as the elder brother’s girlfriend completes a triangle of fine acting.

 

(video source TetroFilm)

 

All the action turns around family ties and secrets, around art as a goal in life and as an excuse for bad behavior. I am often complaining about the length of the American films (and not only American) and I will do it again, and again not because of the number of minutes by itself, but because the ten extra-minutes at the end turn the strong family drama into melodrama, and this seemed to me unnecessary.

 

(video source TetroFilm)

 

Here is Coppola speaking about the cinematography signed by the young Romanian cinematographer Mihai Malaimare jr. The black and white colors used for most of the film with the colored flashbacks give a stylish and expressive touch to the viewing experience. Much of the charm and pleasure viewers have from watching this film derives from the camera work.

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Snapshots in Tel Aviv and Yaffo

Below are a few pictures taken this morning during a short tour in Tel Aviv and Yaffo.

 

 

Beit Tamar is the name of the building that stands at the intersection of the streets Chelouche and Shabazi in the Neve Tzedek area of Tel Aviv – restored by somebody who liked a good laugh.

 

 

My profession almost never leaves me, so I learned a new meaning of the acronym WWW ….

 

 

… as well as a new place where open source is being largely used.

 

 

Good news! The rock of Andromeda is in our hands!

 

 

Yes, there is a lighthouse in Yaffo.

 

 

There is also a church at the end of the tunnel …

 

 

… and there is a new and beautiful fountain also (or at least I do not remember having seen it before).

 

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Carte: Jorge Luis Borges – Istoria universala a infamiei

Volumasul ‘Istoria universala a infamiei’ are vreo 130 de pagini a caror lectura nu ia mult mai mult decat o ora – dar fiecare minut din acest prea scurt interval este un minut de delectare, care reprezinta si o introducere in scrisul si scrierile lui Jose Luis Borges, prima sa culegere de proza, colectie de fapt a unor episoade publicate in foileton intre 1932 si 1934 si adunate intre copertile unui volum in 1935. Doua decenii mai tarziu, cand Borges capatase deja reputatia unuia dintre cei mai importanti scriitori ai secolului, el va revizui volumul si va adauga inca trei episoade in selectia finala de povestiri. In romaneste traducerea (excelenta) pe care am citit-o apartine Irinei Dogaru si Cristinei Haulica, si a aparut intr-o a doua editie in colectia Top 10+ a Editurii Polirom, 2012.

 

sursa http://www.dol.ro/carti/beletristica/romane-diverse/istoria-universala-a-infamiei---jorge-luis-borges-ypo10601.html

 

Titlul cartii este putin inselator si intentionat senzationalist. El cuprinde deja in el unul dintre efectele umoristice pe care Borges le va folosi in cursul carierei sale scriitoricesti si acum intelegem si sursa – jurnalistica de foileton pe care tanarul scriitor o practica in acea perioada. Departe de a fi universala si eliminand orice pretentie la ordine cronologica, geografica sau de vreun alt fel, este vorba despre o colectie de biografii ale unor personaje istorice a caror trasatura comuna este intr-adevar infamia de caracter, spiritul criminal si destinele de cele mai multe ori tragice, descrise cu uneltele ziaristului sau scriitorului de popularizare istorica cu usoara tenta senzationalista. Pe rand sunt adusi sub ochii cititorului Morell speculantul de sclavi din mlastinile Louisianei, Tom Castro impostorul ce isi revendica mostenirea unei bogate aristocrate londoneze ce isi pierduse fiul, vaduva Ching comandanta a piratilor din marile Chinei, Monk Eastman conducator de banda new-yorkeza, Billy the Kid, maestrul de ceremonii si mincionosul pervers Kosuke no Suke ce cade victima propriei sale cupiditati si profetul mincinos Hakim nascut in deserturile Arabiei inceputurilor de Islam.

Regasim in carte germenii tehnicilor narative pe care Borges le va aduce la perfectiune in volumele ce vor urma – enumerarea savanta, sursele ezoterice in care realul si magicul, autenticul si falsul cu luciu de autentic se amesteca pana la imposibilitatea de a fi discernate unele de altele. In niciun moment nu este cautata profunzimea psihologica, portretele au claritatea imaginilor fotografiate din ziarele vechi. Iata de pilda portretul lui Billy the Kid:  ‘Pe la 1859 omul care, intru teroare si glorie, avea sa fie Billy the Kid s-a nascut intr-o cloaca subterana din New York. Se spune ca l-a zamislit un pintec irlandez obosit, insa a crescut printre negri. In acest haos de duhoare de transpiratie si de par cret, s-a bucurat de avantajul pe care ti-l dau pistruii si parul roscat. Nu-si ascundea orgoliul de a fi alb; mai putem spune despre el ca era sfirijit, salbatic si josnic. La virsta de doisprezece ani a facut parte din sleahta Swamp Angels (Ingerii din Mlastina), zeitati care actionau in locuri fetide. In noptile care miroseau a ceata arsa ieseau din acel labirint pestilential, urmareau cite-un marinar neamt, il culcau la pamint dintr-o singura lovitura de sticla, il lasau in pielea goala si se-ntorceau la mizeria dinainte. Tartorul lor era un negru cu par carunt, Gas Houser Jonas, care-si dobindise faima de otravitor de cai.” (pag. 64)

 

source http://blueeyedennis-siempre.blogspot.co.il/2012/02/jorge-luis-borges-on-learning.html

 

Premizele povestii profetului minicinos Hakin din Merv sunt puse in felul urmator: ‘Daca nu ma insel, izvoarele originale de informare asupra lui Al Moqanna, Profetul Invaluit (sau mai exact, Mascat) din Korasan se reduc la patru: a) excerpte din Istoria califilor conservate de Baladhuri, b) Calauza uriasului sau Cartea lamuririi si a indreptarii, apartinand cronicarului oficial al Abbasizilor, Ibn abi Tair Tarfur, c) codicele arab intitulat Anihilarea rozei, unde sunt combatute ingrozitoarele erezii ale Rozei intunecate sau Rozei ascunse, care constituie cartea canonica a Profetului, d) citeva monede fara efigie dezgropate de inginerul Andrusov cu ocazia unor lucrari efectuate la Calea Ferata Transcaspica. Aceste monede au fost depuse la Cabinetul Numismatic din Teheran si contin distihuri persane ce rezuma sau corecteaza anumite pasaje didn Anihilare. Roza originala s-a pierdut, de vreme ce manuscrisul gasit in 1899 si publicat nu fara usuratate de Morgenlandisches Archiv a fost declarat apcrif de catre Horn, iar apoi de catre Sir Percy Sykes. Faima occidentala a Profetului se datoreaza unui gures poem de Moore, impanat de efuziuni nostalgice si de suspine de conspirator irlandez.’ (pag. 83-84).

In continuarea aceleiasi biografii apare o cosmologie imaginara a carei materie sunt cuvintele, una dintre primele daca nu prima in opera lui Borges: ‘La inceputurile cosmogoniei lui Hakim se afla un Dumnezeu spectral. Aceasta divinitate este, in chip maret, lipsita de origine, de nume si de chip. Este un Dumnezeu imuabil, dar imaginea lui a proiectat noua umbre care, coborind din inaltimea lor la fapta, au inzestrat si prezidat intiiul cer. Din aceasta prima coroana demiurgica s-a infiripat o a doua, tot cu ingeri, cirmuitori si tronuri, iar acestia au zidit mai jos alt cer, care este duplicatul simetric al celui dintii. Acest al doilea conclav s-a vazut reprodus intr-un al treilea si acesta in altul inferior, si asa pina la al nous sute si nouazeci si noualea. Stapinaul cerului ultim este cel care cirmuieste – umbra a umbrelor altor umbre -, iar farima lui de divinitate tinde catre zero.’(pag. 90)

Ultimul sfert al volumui aduce o brusca schimbare de tonalitate cu povestirea la persoana intai intitulata ‘Omul de la coltul strazii rosietice’ un fel de balada a mortii unui raufacator de proportii mult mai putin malefice decat ceilalti eroi ai Istoriei infamiei. Finalul este o colectie de pilde, presupus doar adunate si traduse de autor, dar ca intotdeauna la Borges amestecul de documentar si fictiune este la fel de greu de separat ca si amestecul de realitate si fantastic. Si de fapt nici nu are vreo importanta.

 

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Snapshots in Tzfat (Safed) – Galleries and Synagogues

I am spending a short vacation traveling all over Israel with old friends from Bucharest. It’s their first visit in Israel, but for me it’s maybe the 20th time I have the joy to be guide to family and friends coming to Israel, to share with them some of the beauties, history, real life here.

I do not have too much time today (I am busy as I am on vacation!) but I would like to share a few snapshots taken in Tzfat (Safed), one of our stops today.

 

 

Safed has a long and troubled history. While a Jewish presence was almost permanent for the last two thousands years, the political and military control over the city changed hands many time in this interval. The last change was in 1948 when the Jewish forces won after fierce fights the battle over the city. In the years that followed the former Mosque Market became the artists district of the city, with many remarkable artists settling here, opening ateliers and galleries.

 

 

This is how the closed Galleries Alley looks today.

 

 

 

From the galleries alley one can access the Yosef Caro synagogue. The original synagogue was built in the 16th century by the famous rabbi who authored Sulkhan Arukh – the book of interpretations of the Halacha written for the Jewish communities in the aftermath of the expulsion from Spain. Destroyed twice by the earthquakes in 1759 and 1837, it is now a beautiful example of the Sephardic style synagogues.

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fantasizing around Klimt (Film: Klimt – John Malkovich, 2006)

Gustav Klimt was a fascinating character. At a time when all modern art was going through one of the greatest transformations in history Klimt was slightly dislocated, or better said located at the wrong place. The elegant city of Vienna was living its last decades as the capital of the Austro-Hungarian empire, and as much as it has been a center of music and refinement for the previous 150 years, it never was the home of great creation in plastic arts. The revolution was taking place in Paris, with strong resonance in the Netherlands, in Germany and even in Scandinavia. Vienna was adopting a more refined and processed version of the revolution and the art created here was still more targeting to please rather than scandalize les bourgeois.

 

source http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0417871/

 

It is not very clear to me what director Raul Ruiz intended to show in this film. It does not seem to be about the artist Klimt, as we get very little feeling about what his art was about, where it came from, how it related to his character or with his environment. We are not even very clear about the character Klimt – we see him involved with a lot of women, trying to be a charmer just to fall under the charms (and mirror games) of the wrong woman (or maybe more than one). We get a mosaic image of the Vienna and Paris before the war, seen from the perspective of the dying Klimt and of his friend Schiele (Nikolai Kimski is excellent) – but overall the exercise seems to be pretentious and empty of content.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUyne2rhl_s

(video source AntoinedeLuna)

 

Or maybe it was about giving John Malkovich the opportunity to make another great role. He did not need it, and actually for the first time I felt the great actor to be a little bit tired. It was more 20 years after playing another big Austrian artist, and the reason was not only the age.

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‘Encounters in Edvard Munch’s Space’ at the Tel Aviv Museum of Art

Twenty years ago Liliana and me visited Paris for the first time in our lives. It was a memorable trip from many respects, and one of the major highlights of that first encounter with the magic city was the exhibition Munch et la France at Musee d’Orsay, one of the most comprehensive exhibitions of Munch’s art ever, focused on the personal relation and artistic synchronicity between Munch and the major artistic movements of his time which were mostly coming from or inspired by Paris.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJ6Hl7DeIdU

(video source The Munch Museum)

 

Without the need to compare with that exclusive show, the currently open ‘Encounters in Edvard Munch’s Space’ exhibition at the Tel Aviv Museum of Art contains a remarkable set of prints which echo many of the major paintings and themes created by Munch during his life. The show is also enriched with works by three Israeli artists (Orit Hofshi, Michal Heiman, Shai Zurim) in dialog with Munch, as well as a few films made by Munch in the late 20s in Germany, while he was experimenting with a camera.

 

source http://fillingspaces.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/edvard-munchs-vampire/

 

Vampire from 1895 focuses on the relation between the two characters hinted by shapes and the striking color of red on the (mostly) black and (some) white surface of the rest of the print.

 

source http://www.moma.org/collection/object.php?object_id=75905

 

Jealousy dated 1896 is one in a series which combine the psychology and the social commentary which reminds us that Munch and Ibsen belong to the same space and times.

 

source http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/edvard-munch/the-sick-child-ii-1896

 

The malady and death of his sister was an event that influenced strongly Munch emotionally and inspired him into creating a long series of work dealing with loss, absence, death – here is The Sick Child from 1896.

 

source http://twi-ny.com/twiny.04.12.06.html

 

Anxiety (also from 1896) is poignant with the direct and blank stares, reflecting the deepness of the feelings of angst of the humans.

 

source http://www.culch.ie/2009/09/21/edvard-munch-prints-exhibition/

 

There is nothing that needs to be said about this print version of one of the most famous works in the history of art.

 

source http://theibtaurisblog.com/2012/08/06/the-graphic-works-and-prints-of-edvard-munch/

 

Dated 1930 Self-Portrait with a Wine Bottle seems like a glaze back to a life of creation and artistic success built on some of the most troubled feelings, events, relations that the human soul can encounter. It is also a good closing for the exhibition and my short review.

 

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