Asher Yerushalmi – ‘Moshe’

Asher Yerushalmi ne povesteste despre unul dinte vecinii sai la merkaz clita (centrul de absrobtie) din Raanana. Materialul a fost postat prima data pe lista rom-jews.

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Moshe este din Etiopia, de aceia este negru si nu alb ca altii.
El este evreu. Are o slujba, aici in Ra’anana, si este extrem de fericit.
Vorbeste o ebraica cu accente ciudate, dar fluenta. Daca stai sa il asculti, ori te multumesti sa ma asculti pe mine, afli lucruri interesante.
Moshe a trait fericit in Etiopia. Era cioban si isi aminteste cu nostalgie de cele cateva capre ale lui.
Avea faina si vara scuturau maslinii, asa ca tot anul imprejur avea de mancare pentru toata familia lui – lipii cu masline.
Ascultand povestea, pentru mine ramane un singur mister – de unde aveau faina? Poate o primeau de la organizatiile evreiesti, poate era salariul lui de cioban…
Foarte atent iti explica ca, acolo unde a locuit el, ploile, ori nu-stiu-ce fenomen al naturii face sa se poata lucra doar cateva luni pe an – doua sau trei, in rest stateau acasa, era imposibil sa iesi pe afara.
“Bine, bine – mai intreaba cate un sugubat – daca e asa de bine in Etiopia aia, cum de ai venit in Israel..?”
Asta e o intrebare care il lasa pana si acum perplex pe Moshe – Cum sa nu vin? Eu sunt evreu si asta e tara noastra. Ce sa fac acolo?

evrei etiopieni - sursa http://www.forward.com/articles/119187/

L-am remarcat pe Moshe acum nu de mult, studiind grupul de etiopieni din mercaz.
“Pentru ei chipa-i nimic. Ori porti turban, ori mai bine nimic…Astia is religiosi, religiosi” – imi spunea usor insinuant un foarte bun prieten roman de aici, din Ra’anana.
Abia mai tarziu am aflat ce inseamna semnul de pe fruntea tuturor adolescentelor ce merg dimineata la scoala, atunci cand eu ma intorc de la rugaciune.
E semnul sclavilor.
Asa isi marcheaza etiopienii sclavii.
Medinat Israel a rascumparat fiecare suflet de acolo cu bani.
Imbracati la moda, cu telefoane mobile depanand muzici orientale molcome, ascultandu-le limba cantata usor, optimisti si cu zambetul pe fata, nu poti sa te gandesti decat la faptul ca exista lucruri infinit mai simple de care noi nu ne putem debarasa – stereotipuri de gandire, dependente si plangeri interminabile despre cat de rau a fost acolo pe unde eram si noi.
Zambesc de cate ori ii vad.
Din dorinta de a le tine companie.

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African Contemporary Art at the Herzlya Museum

The Herzlya Museum of Contemporary Art hosts the principal section of an event that allows to the Israeli art fans a glimpse into a lesser known space – the contemporary art from Africa.

Herzlya Museum

The exhibition named ‘A Collective Diary, an African Contemporary Journey’ gather several artists, many of them living in Europe, creating in a variety of forms, styles and genres, from more carpets and pupets closer to the traditional view we have about African art to photos and video installations.

Willian Adjete Wilson - Black Ocean

The level of the exposed art is quite uneven to my taste. I liked the series of textile works (carpet-like) of William Adjete Wilson – from Benin, living in France – which talks about the African identity, history, culture and pride. They combine fresh colors and vision with a composition that reminded me the ‘Merry Cemetery’ in Sapantza, Romania.

El Anutsui - Area B

Another interesting installment is authored by El Anutsui from Ghana – he is working in metal pieces combined in large size objects that look like tapestries or textile cloth covered volumes. The artist has combined the local look of his country of origin with techniques and a way of thinking that belongs fully to contemporary art.

More information and pictures of the works of the exposed artists can be found at http://www.herzliyamuseum.co.il/hebrew/current-exhibition (in Hebrew). The exhibition is open until April 4.

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Isabella Rossellini – De la vie d’un papillon

If there is anything as royal blood in cinema it flows through Isabella Rossellini’s veins. Her mother was the most talented and beautiful Hollywood actress of the 40s and 50s, her father one of the most famous Italian directors of all times. She made a career in acting, modeling and more recently directing. This documentary broadcast by the European culture channel ARTE opens the door to her life, to her career, to her personality.

source http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000618/

Co-directed by Rossellini herself and Gero von Boehm the film lacks completely the morgue of many other biographical films, and rather chooses to invite the viewers into her private world. She speaks about the relationship with her parents, we are introduced to her children, she talks about the men in her life and especially about David Lynch, about modeling, acting and directing, about being young and getting older, and even about the sexual life of the insects which has become her interest and her subject of documentary-making recently.

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

(video by machiikyoko)

We do do learn interesting things about her cinema experiences, but her fans may be surprised to her that acting is not really her passion, or her first choice, but rather a given because of her upraising. Although she is a fabulous actor (I have seen her on stage as well in an off-Broadway play a few years ago) she prefers focusing on directing recently. Most important of all is however for her to share with us her feelings about growing mature. With the years of youth and glamor behind her she is now happy to live a quite and happy life and share her feelings and interests in documentaries, while acting occasionally in things that interest her. It is that feeling of somebody sharing the happiness behind her luminous eyes that stays with us after having seen this film.

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35 de ani fara Cornel

Pe 4 martie se implines 35 de ani de cand Cornel Chiriac a fost asasinat la Munchen. Pentru generatia mea si generatiile apropriate Cornel a fost una dintre figurile formative si un simbol.

(sursa http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cornel_Chiriac)

Dupa ce a incercat sa promoveze in Romania muzica rock si jazz cu emisiuni la radio si televiziune, cu activitati in cluburi si festivale studentesti Cornel a ales in 1969 calea libertatii. Scurta vreme dupa aceea vocea sa familiara a putut fi auzita pe calea undelor la Radio Europa Libera.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFCkdMKQuF0&feature=related

(video from impy4ever)

In emisiunile sale ‘Metronom’ si ‘Jazz a la Carte’ Cornel Chiriac a prezentat tot peisajul larg si variat al muzicii rock si jazz al acelei perioade. Spirit enciclopedic inzestrat cu o extraordinara cultura muzicala a deschis gustul pentru muzica buna si a educat generatii intregi de artisti si de iubitori de muzica. Se poate spune ca peisajul rockului romanesc ar fi fost altul daca Cornel Chriac si emisiunile sale nu ar fi existat in acei ani.

sursa http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cornel_Chiriac

Cornel insa a reprezentat pentru noi mai mult decat muzica. A fost o fereastra deschisa spre cultura generatiei noastre in lume de care eram izolati de cenzura regimului comunist. A fost un exemplu de gandire libera si un indemn de a refuza rutina, de a cauta sa intelegem tot ce este nou, de a accepta lumea in toata varietatea si frumusetea sa. Atragand tinerii acelor vremuri la Europa Libera, Cornel Chiriac a dus la cresterea semnificativa a popularitatii acestui post de radio, alternativa de informatie si de comentarii politice si opinii necenzurate fara echivalent pentru Romania acelor vremuri.

In fiecare an la 4 martie o parte dintre admiratorii lui Cornel se aduna la cimitirul din Bucuresti unde a fost adusa cenusa sa pentru odihna vesnica. Sunt si eu cu gandul alaturi de ei si cinstesc memoria celui care a fost pentru mine si pentru multi dascal in ale muzicii si ale libertatii. Fie-i memoria binecuvantata.

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Celebrating Bird: The Triumph of Charlie Parker

The 80s were the Charlie ‘Bird’ Parker rediscovery decade. In 1988 Clint Eastwood made Bird – a celebrated and Oscar-crowned biography of Parker with Forest Whitaker in the main role. It was actually one year after Gary Giddins brought to the TV screen the documentary Celebrating Bird inspired by his own book about Parker. I do not know what the relation between the two exactly is, but the documentary certainly is of great interest for jazz fans, and in perspective the two films – documentary and feature – are worth to be watched together.

(video from naxosvideos)

The strong side of the documentary which I recently watched on the French music channel Mezzo are the interviews. During the 80s many of his colleagues in the generation that invented be-bop and constituted the backbone of the New York jazz scene in 40s and 50s were still around. Catching Dizzy Gillespie talk about the music and collaboration with Parker, or the two women in his life giving direct testimony about his private life are unique opportunities which were possible then. The interviews are combined with many fine musical pieces, all in perfect conditions which allow us see and listen to Charlie Parker playing with such artists as Louis Armstrong or Gillespie.

A musical roads opener through his style, and a poignant and impressive personality in life, Parker’s image was amplified by his early and tragical death which cut short his career. Here he seems to have anticipated the fate of many rock musicians in the 60s and 70s – Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison – which all have lived short and intense lives, and died consumed by their art and by their addiction. It is by the music they made that they survive and this documentary makes Parker a good service recording first hand details of his life and career.

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Olympic Glory and Sudden Death

I had too little time to watch the Winter Olympics this year. It is only last night when under the pressure of my fellows (mostly North American on the two sides of the border) on the Internet lists I stood to watch the final event – the big final of the hockey tournament. Same as the marathon race for the Summer Olympics is not only the last but also the jewel in the Olympic crown and the essence and symbol of the games.

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

(video by ittnnews)

And what a game it was. There are a few memorable events a sport fan never forgets, these events where sport raises to art, where the best thriller is shadowed by the events in the field. I lived through a few of these – the 1966 final Game of the World Cup where Germany was beaten by England, the first win at Wimbledon by Boris Becker in 1985 at the age of 17, Liverpool coming back from 0-3 and beating Milan to win the Champions League in 2005.

And now this game. The Canadians were better in the first two thirds and led 2-0, but the Americans made a splendid comeback. In the last minutes at 1-2 the American coach replaced the goalkeeper by an offensive player and his team equalized 28 seconds before the end of the game. And then, in the overtime, the Canadians were better again and scored the final goal.

At this level of the game the victory could have gone any side. At such moments sport skills count as much as luck or maybe call it destiny. And yet, in a final game there can be only one winner. This overtime system where the team that scores takes it all is called sudden death. It is indeed sudden death for the team that loses, and eternal Olympic glory for the winners.The host crowds were delighted and the wonderful city of Vancouver (which I visited a few times) as the whole Canada went crazy.

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Gica Manescu – Amintiri tragi-comice (2)

Strada Centrala din Focsani - sursa www.artline.ro

Ramasesem pe culoarul vagonului, sa tin usa deschisa intre ploestenii. Nu erau de statura inalta, cel putzin ca mine 175 cm. ci mai marunti si doamna mai rotofee.Se misca mai greoi. El reuseste sa urce (prima treapta era destul de sus) si mai veneau doua, pana la culoar. Domnul intinde mana spre sotie, dar nenorocire. Mecanicul, face semnul de plecare, trage sirena, si in suieratul ei, trenul porneste lent. Doamna cauta mana sotului, o prinde, fara putere. Ei disperati, ca si mine. Trenul mareste viteza, lumea de la ferestre si cea de pe peron, vede   scena, se trage semnalul de alarma. Trenul se opreste. Se aduna toti spre noi. Seful garii, oameni straini si un sergent al politiei. Ne inhata  si ne duce in birou. Se telefoneaza imediat la Politia orasului si se  vorbeste cu cineva de la biroul Sefului  Sigurantei, un Comisar Sef . Cei trei  “acuzati ”  sed ingandurati pe o banca. Cam dupa 20 de minute,se deschide brusc  usa si cu gura cat o sura, intra tipand Seful Sigurantei. Am zambit  si m-am calmat. Era domnul Lapusneanu. In  urma cu un an, transferat cu sotia (evreica) de la Timisoara li s-a rechizitionat  una din cele mai bune camere si anexe de pe lista Primariei. Era in casa noastra. Oameni linistiti, Ea, o femeie tanara, s-a lasat, chiar cu multumire si respect in a asculta sfaturile  gospodaresti date de mama mea. El linistit. Nu ne-au deranjat, chiar la folosirea salii de baie cu anexele si in bucatarie. L-a ajutat pe tata, sa plece cu mama, la consult la Prof. Parhon, in  Bucuresti, in al carui tratament endocrinologic se afla. Aveau nevoie de autorizatie  speciala. Pe un ton categoric, a ordonat Sefului garii, sa faca un Proces Verbal scurt, sa fie semnat si restul e treaba si grija lui. Am iesit, cu capetele plecate, ploiestenii ingandurati. Ne-am suit in  trasura cu care venise, si intreaba :” Domnule Doctor, va duc intai pe Dvs. acasa?

Liceul 'Unirea' din Focsani - sursa www.viatadeliceu.ro

Insotitorii mei, n-au stiut ce sa creada. Au inteles ca ei trebuie sa-i faca un dar banesc. La revedere, in fatza casei noastre. Nici n-am povestit imediat, toata aventura. Era joi. Sambata dimineata la ora 8, trebuia sa ma prezint  la un regiment din garnizoana Focsani, la capatul orasului. Am fost punctual. Mai erau, cred  inca numerosi concentrati, poatespre 100. Evrei puri. Un plutonier ne-a ordonat sa facem un care si in mijlocul lui,cu vocea baritonala, ne-a anuntat ca vom avea de pregatit un aerodrom, cu doua benzi – decolare, aterizare, de dimensiunile….Trebuia sa curatam iarba si balariile si apoi sapaturile, sub supravegherea lui si a doi tehnicieni, unul neamt si un roman. Cum Armata Rosie, venea ca un tavalug, spre apus si nu era departe de granitele Romaniei, Statele majore ale armatelor, au decis sa construiasca o linie de  aparare cu transee si intarituri in cotul Carpatilor (ca in 1916, cu lozinca ” Pe aici nu se trece “), probabil cu alte forte de munca judaice, gratuite. Aerodromul era pentru aviatia germana, aproape de front si puteau veni – pleca, aproviziona cu benzina si munitii (erau prevazute). Am primit unelte – lopeti, sape, harlete, seceri – pe care le-am depozitat intr-o magazie, urmand ca luni, la 7,30 sa fim preszenti. Duminica am cautat sa-mi pregatesc un echpament de munca (nu  prea  aveam ceva deosebit), dar am rezolvat “costumul si incaltamintea” adecvate.Deodata, in jurul orei 10, sirenele de alarma suna fara pauza. Adapostul, ca la multe case era un sant in gradina, cu o banca din lemn, rudimnentara si ca acoperis, o rogojina.Am coborat cum am putut (se facuse in pamant o mica treapta, Am sustinut parintii) si s-a auzit zgomotul unui bombardament. Pe cer, nori negri de fum. Terenul viitorului aerodorm era de nefolosit. Legaturile telefonice intrerupte, n-am  putut vorbi cu sotia si sa-i spun ca in 2 – 3  zile ne revedem.  Asa s-a terminat concentrarea si eu termin povestirea.

Gica.
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Zadok Ben-David – ‘Human Nature’ at the Tel Aviv Art Museum

I have never seen such long lines at the Art Museum in Tel Aviv. When about a decades ago the second intifada broke and led to sky-rocketing insurance prices, which added to political reasons resulted in the Israeli Museums to be pushed at the periphery or simply taken out of the international circuit of art shows, the museum in Tel Aviv wisely decided to focus on Israeli art. The result is that many major shows of Israeli artists were organized in this decade and the success of this last exhibition which was more the result of the public reaction than of art critics feedback or an orchestrated PR campaign demonstrates that the art loving audiences in Israel react to what they perceive as fit to their tastes and can eventually sustain the public part of the museum activity.

Zadok Ben-David explaining his works to guests in the exhibition

Zadok Ben-David was born in Yemen in 1949 and his parents immigrated and brought him to Israel in the same year. He studied Fine Arts at Bezalel in Jerusalem, at the Reading University, and at the Central Saint Martin’s College of Art and Design in London. He lives in the UK for many years.

Out of the Wood

His style seems to be a continuous dialog between form and material, between human silhouettes and vegetation forms. The material that he uses for the bigger works is iron (cut with laser for the bigger dimensions works), but you need to get closer to realize the weight and mass, as the impression created by contemplation is of a delicate two dimensional philigrams, reminding more the Indonesian shades theater characters and sets than traditional European sculpture.  If sculpture is traditionally conceived as being about filling the space with forms, the style and techniques that Ben-David developed seem to challenge the tri-dimensional view of objects in search of volatility, of lack of weight and volume.  One can say that the real material of Ben-David’s recent works is shadow.

(video by joshasen)

The power piece of the current show is an installation that catches a 150 square meters room (my estimation) – a bed of sand where thousands of miniature plants, trees, flowers that represents a different world created by the artist.There are no two identical pieces of vegetation in this huge garden, and Ben-David is said to have built each piece as a realistic representation of real-life vegetation.

The dimensions and shape of the work create an interesting relation between the viewer and the art objects. We are used to be dwarfed by some sculptures, relate as equal to other, or bend to watch with attention an individual miniature. Here, when you enter the room the field is at your feet and the first sensation is of bird view. Seen from the entry the field is black. Then, when you start walking around colors and perspective change likw you walk in time through the seasons cycle. In order to see the details you need to lie and watch close to the sand field, as you do when in the mid of nature you lie on grass and watch wild life.

Are you Talking to me?

The dialog between man and nature seems to be the principal focus of Zadok Ben-David’s exhibition nowadays. The idea of planting flowers and other plants as art in the sand may also be read as a paraphrase of the myth of making the desert blossom. Non-confirmed rumors heard from people in the line say that the exhibition is the first that will take Ben-David’s works to many other places in the world in the coming years. To all friends who will have the opportunity to see his art in a museum close to their place I recommend not to miss it.

The artist’s web site can be accessed at http://www.zadokbendavid.com/.

The Web site of the Tel Aviv Museum of Art can be accessed at http://www.tamuseum.com/

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Gica Manescu – Amintiri tragi-comice (1)

Prietenul meu doctorul Gica Manescu mi-a permis sa preiau o prima parte dintr-un exceptional text memorial care relateaza din experientele sale din perioada celui de-al doilea razboi Mondial. ‘The Catcher in the Sand’ este onorat sa ii gazduiasca scrierile

Focsani, gara veche - sursa www.railwayfan.ro/

Era la inceputul lui iunie 1944. Intrasem in vacanta scolara, cu speranta de pace, liniste si timpuri noi (filmul cu Chaplin, il vazusem de mult). Plecasem cu sotia la Bucuresti, unde era familia ei, refugiata din Iasi. N-aveam deptul la calatorii, fara autorizatii speciale. De unde ? Locuiam in  Focsani, eu ocupandu-mi timpul ca profesor de stinte-naturale la Liceul evreiesc, Sotia, cu lectii de engleza, particulare (avea o licenta valabila de la Londra ). Prin tatal meu, am gasit un bun cunoscut al lui, podgorean, capitan in rezerva, mobilizat la un birou al armatei, in Focasni (imi  amintesc  numele lui – Hainarosie). El isi imbunatatea contul bancar cu curse in masina lui, spre Capitala, cu solicitanti evrei..Legatura mi-a facut-o un cunoscut, un tanar, care avea o pravalioara cu de toate. Pentru suma de…. pleca noaptea la Bucuresti, dimineata se aproviziona cu ce nu se gasea (sapunuri bune, pasta de dinti, lame de ras, socolata, biscuiti, smochine, curmale, lamai, cafea, si cate alte maruntisuri.) Avea distribuitorii lui si dupa pranz, intoarcerea. La controlul; pe sosea, soldatii il salutau pe capitan si ridicau bariera. Asa am plecat si noi,contra cost.   La scurta vreme, am primit un  telefon de la mama (tatal meu era grav bolnav, avea doar 59 ani , la 60 l-am pierdut) ca mi-a sosit un ordin de concentrare la munca obligatorie  si in caz de neprezentare, dat disparut,  ma va inlocui tata. Era o formula de neacceptat. Am decis sa plec singur (aveam, Buletin pentru Focsani). Am telefonat ca sosesc a doua zi. Hainarosie nu era. In zori, cu tramvaiul am ajuns la garaB aneasa, de acolo plecau trenurile, deoarece gara de Nord fusese bombardata la 4 august. Am luat un bilet de clasa I – a si  in compartiment, am scos ceva de citit. Pana la Ploesti am fost singur. Acolo a urcat o pereche – in jur de 35-40 ani. I-am recunoscut. Ploiesteni, el dentist, care ca si altii, au fost nevoiti sa se mute in Focsani. Tot  fara autorizatie de drum. Ca ei, si multi altii, a devenit focseneana familia avocatului Librescu, al carui fiu,Liviu, de vreo 11 – 12 ani, mi-a fost elev, ca atatia altii. El este acela, care ca Profesor Universitar in USA,  a impiedicat cu corpul sau, sacrificandu-se, stand in usa inchisa, ca  sa nu patrunda in sala de curs, un criminal, un apucat de amok. Pe viitoarea lui sotie, fica unui stomatolog, am cunoscut -o ca fetita (a devenit si ea medic stomatolog)  si am condolat-o la aflarea vestei triste. Locuia in Israel.

A urmat oprirea trenului, in gara Buzau. Prin geam am vazut, ca in ultimul vagon s-a suit o echipa de comtrol. Militari si 2 civili. Noi am pornit-o spre capatul de inceput al trenului, din vagon, in vagon. Am coborat si am mers in mod normal, de-a lungul trenului, spre ultimul vagon, inainte ca echipa de control sa coboare din primul. A fost o tactica bine judecata. Dar, spre ghinionul nostru, socoteala de acasa nu s-a potrivit cu cea din targ. Trenul fiind lung, peronul cu ciment n-a mai cotrinuat si o bucata de drum, am pasit pe pamant cu iarba. Nu era nici o greutate. M-am cocotat repede pe scari si am tinut usa deschisa sa urce si ceilalti.
Ma opresc aici. N-a fost usor pentru mine  sa scriu   si  poate nici pentru cititorii interesati. Cum maine e Purim, si imi amintesc si istoria, voi  scrie in continuare . E ca un film cu intrerupere, cand vine esentialul  si raul e invins. Deci

Va urma
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‘Charulata’ – The Magic of Satyajit Ray

A group of friends of mine must be gathered while I am writing this notes near the Cismigiu garden in Bucharest to watch this film. I tried to organize for myself some kind of synchronous viewing, let us see if our impressions got close.

source http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057935/

This is the first film of Satyajit Ray that I have seen, and probably one of the first if not the first non-westernized Indian films. Most of my previous viewings like the wonderful Monsoon Wedding by Mira Nair were made by directors who live and created in Hollywood. This wonderful film made in 1964 is even more a revelation, as its director is a master, contemporary and at the same level as the best directors of his generation.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNfkJuakM7I

(video from koriwala)

The setting of the story is in Calcutta’s high society of the end of the 19th century, in a period of social and national conflict that is all the time on the background but is not really the center of the story. Based on a story by Rabindranath Tagore, almost all the conflict happens in the house of the wealthy journalist and newspaper owner Bupathi, which is filmed with refinement in all its details by the master camera of Subrata Mitra. My feeling after the first scenes was that I am watching a play by Ibsen or Chekhov transplanted in a different continent and this feeling was induced not only by the one set staging but also or especially by the strong character of the principal character, Bupathi’s beautiful wife Charulata. We immediately feel her loneliness, her need to connect with people, her emotional capacity which he represses by watching the human landscape of the street. When Buphati brings his younger brother and aspiring poet Amal in the house, the two will become involved, in a never consumed forbidden relationship that is intense and discreet. As proving or acting openly according to sentiments is not part of the culture the characters belong to, Charulata will prove her sentiments by demonstrating her creative and intellectual qualities, in a world and a time dominated by men.  The ending may look like a melodrama, but it’s perfectly plausible.

(video from blackfoliage1)

Charulata is acted by Madhabi Mukherjee in a flawless and sensible performance that reminds Yasujiro Ozu‘s preferred actress Setsuko Hara. It is not however the only aspect that reminded me the Japanese master. The vibration of nature in ‘Charulata’ complements and amplifies the feelings of the heroes, same as in Ozu’s movies. The reliance on actors to describe feelings to the most subtle of the nuances, the delicacy and dignity of the relations, the quite storytelling and the control of story time seem all to belong to the same school of cinema that puts actors and camera work in the center of the art of film making. Ray’s cinema has more of a social and historical context though, at least in this film. There is also a key difference in the camera work approach. While both directors control the art of framing and build beautiful and memorable scenes, there is much more dynamics in Ray’s camera movement, with daring shots that represent much more the characters view of the world than the director’s view as at Ozu.

‘Charulata’ was for me one of these revelations of a new world that happens once in a awhile in the life of a cinema lover. One more proof that good cinema transcends genres and film schools, and succeeds at best when it talks directly to the hearts of the viewers.

More details and reviews of the film can be found at http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057935/

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