LIFE IS "BIUTIFUL"

As I write the title above, I can almost feel my mother flexing her fingers before hitting the keyboard to ask me if that is how I think beautiful is spelt. You see my mother is an English teacher. Therefore, call it the habit of 30 odd years of teaching, call it being a mom, call it a combination of both, every Thursday, in the evening at the very latest, I will get a little e-mail from Mom containing the corrections for this week’s updates. Those of you are more observant than average may have notices commas appearing (yes, I am related to a comma Nazi – Mom, google it, it’s a bona fide term these days) and typos disappearing later in the day. All thanks to my Mom.  But that’s the way with parents. As Biutiful doesn’t hesitate to remind us.

Biutiful is the story of Uxbal (portrayed by the incredibly talented Javier Bardem). Uxbal is many things to many people, some know him as a medium. Others the middle man between knock-off copies and street salesman on the streets. To yet others he’s the guy who greases the palms of the police so they look the other way. But above and beyond anything, Uxbal is a father. He may not be able to provide the best living possible for his children but he adores them. And they know it. And this is really all that matters. When Uxbal finds out he has a matter of weeks to live, it becomes even more important. We follow him on his journey, desperately trying to put his affairs in order, and trying to accept the next step in his existence.

I wasn’t sure about this film when I started. The more I watched, seriously, the more I fell in love with it. The style is different from the Inaritu we know from Amores Perros, the story moves more slowly (comparatively, anyway) and allows more time for thought and consideration. Uxbal is a brilliant character, a modern Jean Valjean if you will. Yes, what he does is often questionable- very questionable - but you can never really blame him. The film has many strengths, Bardem’s brilliant performance is one of them, but the other – in my view – is the wonderful, understated realism of the whole film. All the characters, all the events, they are constructed in such a way, be they happy, sad, ugly or “biutiful” they are very, very real. Inaritu has succeeded in capturing on film a quality of life that I find hard to put into words. No matter how tragic and dark the events, there is always, and I mean always, a light shimmering through. Like the love Uxbal has for his children that gives everything meaning. And many other little things I’ll let you discover throughout the film. The more I think about it, the more suitable a name “biutiful” becomes. But like most things in life, you’re going to have to see it for yourselves to truly understand what I mean. 

PEARLS FROM A CONTROVERSIAL MASTER : "CARNE TREMULA"

Ok, confession time. I did not start viewing Mr. Almodovar’s works in an as prejudice-free a manner as I usually do. In fact, from the outset I was quite prepared to hate them. Why? Well, first and foremost I somehow got the impression that they were in fact mostly about sex. In fact, don’t ask me why, that they bordered on pornography. One thing has to be made clear of course, sex features greatly – and openly – in all of his works, but it is not as “seedy” – for lack of a better word – as I thought it would be. Far, far from it. It is there as a normal continuation of passion, it is well placed. And of course it isn’t the only “thing” in the story. And the films themselves are generally so good, so deeply emotional and just such good quality that it really doesn’t matter. I had previously watched two films by Almodovar. One was “All about my mother” – that one I liked – but the other one was Habla Con Ella which I distinctly disliked and I discarded the director’s entire body of work until “a later date”. Well, that date seems to have come and never before have I been more pleasantly surprised to be wrong… Well, how can one be when discovering one’s mistake opens up such wonderful worlds for one?
Victor is a young man in love. He has fallen in love with Elena, a young woman he has met (and, we learn made love to) in a nightclub. They make a date to meet again, Elena – who was completely drunk at the time – doesn’t even remember him, the “confusion” turns into a passionate argument, the neighbors call the police, a gun goes off wounding a police officer. Victor goes to jail, David, the wounded police officer (played by the ever excellent Javier Bardem)is left paralyzed from the waist down. However, the whole thing isn’t such a dismal tragedy as one may think, as Elena and David then fall in love and get married. Victor, in the meanwhile, gets out of jail and is not best pleased to hear how Elena’s story ended. Someone needs to pay for the six years of his life he lost… So starts the path to revenge… At least, that’s what the path starts out as. Where it will end however, is another story all together…
Carne Tremula – Live Flesh doesn’t exactly invoke feelings of “artistry” in one at the offset it is true. The name alone carries a sense of what to expect, the cover of the DVD or the poster of the film depending on where you’re viewing the film depicts naked bodies… And yet the film speaks of love, passion, obsession, jealousy all human emotions and the whole thing is done in a very human way, without “overdoing” anything. The story, full of curveballs and surprises as it may be is still believable. True, there are a few coincidences, and we all jump down the throats of coincidences don’t we, but really, even they are not out of place.
In this film, we see two things that a lot – if not all – Almodovar’s films seem to be about or at least contain on some level. First of all, as I said before, sex. Seasoned viewers will know that male nudity is to Almodovar what women’s feet are to Tarantino. And it is so tastefully done (and OK, the “subjects” are so well chosen =) ) that I really am not complaining. But the love-making scenes in Carne Tremula deserve to be mentioned if only for their sheer beauty. I mean, it is what it is, and it is passionate sex; however, Almodovar has also very successfully captured the sheer physical beauty of the act itself. And believe me although I appreciate a nude male body when I see one, I am not so easily impressed by sex scenes. Secondly, there is the matter of male obsession. Of course the parallelism between Atame and this film is as obvious as the nose on my face. But although they start out as looking similar, Ricky and Victor are two very different characters. While Ricky goes “straight for the jugular” as it were, Victor is more patient. He still loves Elena, resents her marriage and wants revenge enough to be able to work at it slowly, step by step. And Almodovar successfully keeps every step up his sleeve until the last minute, keeping us on edge right until the end… Leave your prejudices at the door and prepare for a rollercoaster of good art…

HEAR MY STORY "BEFORE NIGHT FALLS"

Ha ha, ok I’ve had far too much escapism and not enough true stories lately. And they (true stories) were supposed to be a tradition of this blog as well! Now, I have just realized – to my dismay – that the year 2000 was actually 10 years ago. It’s an incredibly scary thought and also the year this film was made. It seems to have made quite a lot of noise in its’ day, its lead actor Javier Bardem was showered with awards and nominations from many prestigious festivals and societies (respectively a win from the Venice film festival and nominations both for an Oscar® and a Golden Globe). Its later Oscar® nominated director (for The Diving Bell and the Butterfly) Julian Schnabel truly established himself. And it was noticed in “political cinema” circles as well; for the story of the film is the true life and times of Cuban poet Reinaldo Arrenas – and a stinging criticism of the Cuban political system.
Reinaldo Arrenas was born to a very poor family in Cuba. Although in his early youth he feels close to Fidel and the revolutionaries, he very quickly falls foul with the system for he turns out to be a passionate writer and poet – and a homosexual. And the more he grows into his own skin, the less the regime likes him… Years spent in hiding, persecution and a terrible stint in prison are the events that mark the rest of his life. All this, however, doesn’t stop him publishing his work abroad – work that has been smuggled out illegally. Needless to say, this also is frowned upon by the regime. Arrenas is 37 when finally, in 1980, he is “allowed to leave” (this, of course, is during the Mariel boatlift; click here for more information on that one) He is thus extradited to the USA where he spends 10 more years before dying of AIDS in 1990, aged only 47. During the remaining 10 years of his life, he never ceases to speak out against the regime in Cuba, although his delicate state of health and depression keep him from writing a lot. In a suicide note that was meant for publication, he encourages the Cuban people to keep fighting against the regime to be free. “I” he finishes “already am.”
Well, what can I say… Before Night Falls (inspired by Arrenas’ biography of the same name incidentally. Check this out for more on his life and the Amazon links for some of his works – I’m most definitely going after them!) hum, I’ve lost my chain of thought, I’ll begin again; ok, Before Night Falls (I was about to say) is what I could almost call a time-capsule. The director, the actors, the story it all works in such perfect harmony that you find yourself in Cuba of the revolution. Real live images of the day, Castro’s speeches, Che Guevara in the background all construct a beautiful picture of Arenas’ Cuba. And of course the picture we see is not always beautiful. The poetry, the atmosphere, Javier Bardem himself… We are swept along for the two-hour ride and reach the end shaken and changed. I am in the bizarre position of feeling as if I have watched a good film and read a good book at the same time… And I will definitely be looking for more of Arrenas’ work. I will now do something slightly irregular and leave you with a quote from the movie. Now, I have not been able to confirm whether this was actually written by Arrenas or not, but it suits the mood of the film so well… And some of the descriptions of writing feel so close to my heart I simply had to share it with you all… And hey, maybe it’ll give you that extra push to go out and find the movie!

“Walking along streets that collapse from crumbling sewers. Past buildings that you jump to avoid because they will fall on you. Past grim faces that size you up and sentence you. Past closed shops, closed markets, closed cinemas, closed parks, closed cafes. Sometimes showing dusty signs, justifications: "CLOSED FOR RENOVATION," "CLOSED FOR REPAIRS." What kind of repairs? When will these so-called renovations be finished? When at last will they begin? Closed... closed... closed... everything closed. I arrive, open the countless padlocks and run up the temporary stairs. There she is, waiting for me. I pull off the cover, and stare at her dusty, cold shape I clean off the dust and caress her. With my hand, delicately, I wipe clean her back, her base and her sides. In front of her, I feel desperate and happy. I run my fingers over her keyboard and suddenly it all starts up. With a tinkling sound the music begins, little by little, then faster; now full speed. Walls, trees, streets, cathedrals, faces and beaches. Cells, mini- cells, huge cells. Starry nights, bare feet, pines, clouds. Hundreds, thousands, millions of parrots. A stool, a climbing plant, they all answer my call, all come to me. The walls recede, the roof vanishes, and you float quite naturally. You float uprooted, dragged off, lifted high. Transported, immortalized, saved. Thanks to that subtle, continuous rhythm, that music, that incessant tap-tap.”