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Standouts are two songs about the effects of war, “Seven Deadly Sins” and the haunting closer, “The End,” which features a most sensitive—and subtle—orchestral arrangement. Merchant’s voice, among the most distinctive in pop/rock/folk, still shimmers, and her lyrics sound effortlessly conversational at the same time that they reach for the metaphoric. This sterling self-produced effort makes one hope that Merchant doesn’t wait as long next time to record and release more of her finely-crafted original songs.
A World Not Ours
The extended impact of the fourth annual DOC NYC, held November 14 – 21, is being felt as features are succeeding to wider distribution, in theaters, on PBS, and on such video-on-demand platforms Netflix and iTunes. Here’s recommendations of two memorable international documentaries to catch that are now thoughtfully bringing international issues to more American eyes:
Director Mahdi Fleifel is haunted by David Ben Gurion’s claim, as Israel’s first prime minister, about displaced Palestinians (to quote him more accurately than the film does): “They only see one thing: we have come here and stolen their country. Why should they accept that? They may perhaps forget in one or two generations' time." As the third generation who has not forgotten, and marked the 60 years since the Nakba – The Disaster – of 1948 by picking up cameras, he intimately and frankly documents over time the lives of his family and friends in Ein el-Helweh, the largest Palestinian refugee camp in southern Lebanon. For all the media attention on the Palestinians on the West Bank, particularly in films such as seen in the Other Israel Film Festival, this is a significant portrait of the frustrations and isolation in this limbo where they have no political or economic rights.
Delving insightfully into the gaps between memory and reality, he explores his childhood impressions of summer play visiting his grandfather, who has lived there since the expulsion from his home at age 16. By the time youthful soccer games gave way to 2006 World Cup enthusiasm, the square kilometer that the United Nations Relief Agency organized in the same pattern as their original villages, had gotten further subdivided by growing families to teem with over 70,000 people. Now the octogenarian patriarch can’t stand the encroaching noise and crashing balls.
Fleifel is both a sympathetic insider and a clear-eyed outsider, whose identity card expired when he was four, but eventually gets him past checkpoints for annual visits. His father got a job in the Emirates in 1985 and elsewhere as a salesman while for many years filming home movies of their wide travels until they were able to settle in Denmark in 1988 – a place unknown to everyone in the camp. Ironically, his Danish high school class visited Israel so that he is the only family member who witnessed that their original farm in Saffouriehlooks like an archeological ruin.
Selections of archival footage and his narration provide useful context of political events outside the camp, from 1948 through the hopes of peace negotiations, and the fallout in the 1990’s from the Lebanese civil war that took the life of one uncle, hailed as a hero, and shattered the mental health of another left raising pigeons. But the unique heart of the film focuses on the impact of the larger politics on his best friend. Adopting the name Abu Iyad during his intelligence work for Arafat’s Fatah, he is dependent on their reduced subsistence allowance after the clashes with Hamas, fed up with the Palestinian Authority’s corruption, and desperate enough for an opportunity to a better life that even illegal status in economically depressed Greece looks good. Winner of DOC NYC’s Viewpoints Grand Jury Prize, this revealing documentary is getting a theatrical release before premiering on PBS’s P.O.V. series August 18, 2014.
Director Roger Ross Williams reveals the context behind the rising tide of extreme homophobic legislation and homosexual persecution that has roused global condemnation, and taken a terrible, even fatal, toll on individuals in Uganda, as seen in interviews with gay activists here, and in Call Me Kuchu released last year. Resentful mainstream Christian ministers in the U.S. and Africa who have been actively ostracized by the ascendant evangelicals are the narrative guides. But what makes this documentary so eye-opening are the sweet smiles and fervent dedication of the wholesome, earnest Midwestern missionaries who are intimately followed as they are recruited, trained, and sent forth to enthusiastically proselytize from the International House of Prayer, a megachurch in Kansas City, Missouri.
They are inspired by centuries of colonial clichés about the dark continent of pagan souls ripe for the solace of Jesus effectively updated to American culture war priorities for an extensive fundraising operation. (Even more controversially, in Mission Congo, an hour-long film in the festival, directors Lara Zizic and David Turner investigated another religious charity, Pat Robertson’s Operation Blessing, for fraudulent misrepresentation of assistance in Congo.) While the participants here talk extensively about their heartfelt motivations, including how these years of commitment help them overcome what they see as their own failings, it is positively atavistic to see smiling young white folks today still providing only English hymns to African kids in grass shacks with no education, electricity, or modern health care, let alone catastrophic to see the damage from the far more blatant rabble-rousing against gays. PBS’s Independent Lens began showing the documentary in May, and it is now available on iTunes and Netflix.
The new American Ballet Theater season at Lincoln Center began, after an opening night gala performance, with a run of Don Quixote, choreographed by Marius Petipa and Alexander Gorsky, here presented in the 1995 production staged by Kevin McKenzie and Susan Jones. The modern Don Quixote is said by some to be a Soviet bastardization of the classical original and is often derided by cognoscenti; indeed, it does come across as pure fluff, albeit of a highly entertaining kind. The slender and improbable comic narrative is a mere armature upon which the effervescent dances have been embroidered for purposes of maximum display. The Ludwig Minkus score, a tuneful pastiche of Spanish-inflected melodies, has been undervalued — while not on a par with the great Romantic ballet music by Edouard Lalo, Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Alexandr Glazunov, and others, it nonetheless possesses great charm. The scenery and costumes by the talented and ubiquitous Santo Loquasto here are serviceable, if generic.
The final performance, on the evening of Monday, May 19th, featured the fine Cuban ballerina Xiomara Reyes, who was unusually dazzling in the lead role of Kitri, if not quite the match of the scintillating Natalya Osipova or Veronika Part. ( Natalya Osipova did not perform in Don Quixote, this season but Part played the part in the previous week. Xiomara Reyes, although on the whole outshone here, is incidentally a superb and touching Giselle.) In terms of sheer athleticism, the beefcake star, Ivan Vasiliev, is without peer and, for that reason alone, is always an exciting and popular Basilio even if he does not offer the elegant precision of an Alban Lendorf, who performed the role here in the previous week, also partnering Xiomara Reyes. The leads are assisted by an outstanding supporting cast: Misty Copeland as Mercedes and as the Queen of the Dryads, Jared Matthews as Espada, Devon Teuscher and Melanie Hamrick as the Flower Girls, Isadora Loyola and Zhiyao Zhang as the Gypsy Couple, and Yuriko Kajiya as Amour — all splendid! A further grace note of this performance was the corps de ballet which was, gratifyingly, in nearly top form while Ivan Vasiliev and Xiomara Reyes received a deservedly rapturous ovation for their astonishing pyrotechnics in the last act.
As an interlude amongst the full-length story ballets that constitute the main fare at American Ballet Theater, the “Classic Spectacular” program exhibits some other jewels in the company’s repertoire. With the opening work in the program, George Balanchine’s masterpiece, Theme and Variations, an exquisite, abstract exercise in apparent nostalgia for Imperial Russia, originally created for ABT in 1947 and set to music from Tchaikovsky’s orchestral Suite No. 4, we move from what may be mere entertainment to aesthetic enchantment. At the matinee performance, the thrilling leads were the pretty Sarah Lane along with Daniil Simkin, one of the strongest male dancers in the company; the evening performance of the same day featured Isabella Boylston and and New York City Ballet principal, Andrew Veyette, who, although very good, didn’t quite attain Danil Simkin's perfection. The costumes by Zack Brown are marvelous.
George Balanchine’s Duo Concertant, set to music by Igor Stravinksy, is a high-point of the choreographer’s more intimate, modernist works and is a staple at City Ballet where it has notably been recently performed by Robert Fairchild and Tiler Peck amongst others. Paloma Herrera and James Whiteside were solid at the matinee performance but both were surpassed in the evening program by Eric Tamm and, above all, Misty Copeland, who was the most impressive of all the principals.
Leonide Massine’s rarely seen and unjustly neglected Gaîté Parisienne, set to music by Jacques Offenbach, provided a fabulous conclusion to these performances. Veronika Part and Jared Matthews afforded much pleasure as the leads in the matinee; their counterparts in the evening were the brilliant Hee Seo partnered by Marcelo Gomes. The costumes by Christian Lacroix are appropriately vividly colorful, if not beautiful.
American Ballet Theater
Metropolitan Opera House
Lincoln Center
212 362 6000
May 12 - July 5, 2014
www.abt.org
In 1971, Roman Polanski followed his pal race car driver Jackie Stewart for three days while he prepared for the Monte Carlo Grand Prix, and we get to see the famous athlete and the famous director in Stewart’s world, both on and off the race track.
Directed by Frank Simon, the film fascinatingly shows the two men together four decades ago and, at the end, today: an older and wiser Polanski and Stewart sit down to reminisce about the earlier footage, which comes off as a DVD bonus that’s become part of the film.