Sunday, March 4, 2012

The Beauty of Words and Womanhood


Once in a while, life doesn't feel all that great.

Whatever it may be, your left feeling confused, short of breath, jumbled up inside, to a point in which the thoughts inside your head feel like one gigantic run-on sentence. In moments like these, I can only take refuge in one simple yet inevitably remedial process…reading. The way in which chanting to a rosary can soothe the pious; words have always been my source of cathartic release.

Escapism is what it’s called – an escape from banality, an escape from some overwhelming and usually unnecessary feeling, an escape from daily life, plain and simply an escape from reality. My vehicle for escapism is thankfully the world’s most accessible and simple fix - literature. I devour fiction with the same reckless abandon that adrenaline junkies employ when developing their taste for a certain “high” – usually completely unconscious of the time of day or the appropriateness of my actions (yes, I have attempted to read a book while taking a shower); what do I find so irresistible? Well, obviously the words.

I’ll let you in on a little secret: Prose is Poetry. Story telling is an art, and it’s the kind of art that any kind of person can understand and connect to. There’s something about a continuous stream of words, decorated with decorum, (the periods, the commas, the apostrophes, the exclamation marks and the question marks) tip taping on your tongue melodiously while simultaneously metamorphosing together into meaning and purpose…that well, turns me on.

I’m currently revisiting Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women. Although Alcott’s novel is a simple one, its messages about gender, poverty, and happiness transcend that of much more complex and stylistically revered novels. It’s a union of so many important lessons in life, and written in a format that ten-year old girls can appreciate, understand, and use as a guidebook to unselfish living – which is ultimately happy living.

Alcott, through the trials and tribulations of her characters, Mr. and Mrs. March, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy – tells a simple and beautiful story of the importance of family, the importance of hard work and strong ethic, and most significantly what it means to be a woman. With every page, I feel as though young Jo has manifested herself right out of the novel, and taught me the basic yet crucial criteria to what Maya Angelou would call a “Phenomenal Woman”.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Stuff Our Government Says


There is a new trend on Youtube to post videos titled “Stuff (insert a type of group here) Says”. For example, there are videos titled “Stuff Girls Say” or “Stuff Puerto Ricans Say”; these are meant to be humorous videos based on an amalgamation of stereotypes that pertain to a certain group of people. As many of these videos have recently gone viral, I am left with two distinct feelings; one a moral dilemma -“stereotyping people is an unfair and often baseless thing to do” and the second being, “Oh my god, imagine how funny a video titled Stuff Our Government Says would be!”

Being a concerned member of this society, I find myself reading newspaper articles, op-ed pieces, editorials, blogs, and watching the news at an almost obsessive level. Being young and understanding that this country will one day be the responsibility of my generation compels me to wish the best for it; to hope that those we have given the reigns and therefore full control of this glorious nation will work there best to maintain it and to ensure its future prosperity and health. However, I am often lost for words at our blatant inability to make any progress.

Yesterday, I went to the National Library to view the premier of our late Tareque Masud’s film, Runway. Once again, I was left with two distinct feelings. My first feeling was of pride. Pride in how many well-wishers had joined together to pay respect to Tareque Masud, Mishuk Munier, and Catherine Masud and pride at how beautifully and brilliantly made the film was.

The second feeling was of overwhelming disappointment at how poorly kept the National Library grounds and Auditorium were: there was trash through out the gardens, and the auditorium seemed as though it hadn’t been swept, vacuumed, or cleaned since its inception. My friend and I were baffled at the inauguration plate stating that the auditorium had been opened in 1999, it seemed to us at first glance that it was a sad relic of the past. There is no one to blame but the Ministry of Cultural Affairs. Article 24 of the Constitution says, “The State shall adopt measures for the protection against disfigurement, damage or removal of all monuments, objects or places of special artistic or historic important or interest. “ Is the National Library not a place of special artistic or historic importance?

What do our politicians have to say about the various issues that are hampering the betterment of our nation and people? Most of the time, what they do say can be interpreted as comedic, comedic because they are often plain stupid. This is why a video titled Stuff Out Government Says would most definitely become viral; the people running our country tackle issues and give responses to pertinent questions with such a level of ignorance that it becomes baffling, and we are left in laughter.

Recently, senior Awami league leader Mohammad Nasim said that “incoherent comments” made by ministers were embarrassing the party. Nasim was specifying that comments made by finance minister Abdul Muhith and communications minister Obaidul Quader related to the government’s current hot topic, the Padma Bridge, were so inconsistent that they were creating an image of disorganization within the party. On one hand you have the finance minister claiming that no resolution has thus been passed, and on the other hand you have the communications minister claiming than an MOU with Malaysia will soon be signed. How is this not funny?

U.S. diplomat Robert Blake comment that major political parties should reach a consensus to hold credible elections seems to have infuriated railway minister, Suranjit Sengupta to the point of making the statement that “Bangladesh is not dictated by Blakes.” Considering that Blake’s comment holds relevance and seems to be quite a sound piece of advice, Sengupta’s approach to tackling the comment as though it were the commands of a white imperialist seem outright childish and immature.

Then there’s Abdul Muhith’s public statement regarding the state of our economy, according to Muhith our economy lacks any weakness, except for inflation. MP Fazlul Azim recently criticized Muhith for the share market’s poor health, Muhith’s response was that the share market was doing just fine, in fact there were close to 17 lakh investors, of which 15 lakh have capital over 10 lakh each! Why doesn’t Muhith stand in front of the Dhaka Stock Exchange, most preferably during protests, and talk to investors who have lost everything to stock market manipulation. How is it not funny that the man who we entrust as our finance minister is telling us that the glass is half full when there is no in fact no glass or water for that matter?

The prices of food essentials being as high as they are have caused widespread criticism of the present government’s inability to decrease prices; our past honorable commerce minister, Faruk Khan’s response? “kom kan” (eat less) – what a simple solution! How did we not think about this before?!

Most recently, Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina publicly nominated Muhammad Yunus, founder of Grameen Bank, for the World Bank chief position. How ironic considering that she worked relentlessly to strip Yunus of his position within his own brainchild, Grameen Bank – our government is so full of confusing positions and statements that we can’t help but chuckle every now and then.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Drive


Emilio Estevez, Molly Ringwald, Rob Lowe, Andrew McCarthy - the Brat Pack. Some of my favorite films are Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles, St. Elmo's Fire, The Breakfast Club, and all things John Hughes.

When I watched the film Drive, I could only focus on two things: Ryan Gosling, and the soundtrack. The soundtrack brought me back to the summer of 2004. The summer I fell in love with electro-pop and the Brat Pack. I was reading the infamously trashy Remember Me series by Christopher Pike, and at one point the book mentions driving by a theater that was playing Pretty in Pink. I went to the American Club that had a collection of old video cassette movies and rented myself every teen movie from the 80s. Electro-pop was everywhere.

Now Drive is the kind of movie that makes you want to ride in a 1960's Camero and crank New Order's Bizzare Love Triangle while sporting some vintage Persol sunglasses. Most of the film's soundtrack was composed by Cliff Martinez (a former Red Hot Chili Pepper). What the soundtrack ended up as was basically retro European pop; and the prelude to the DJ as a commercial artist.

Disco. Vintage Keyboards. Percussion. Strings.

What makes this movie good is its style. You've got a sexy man in a leather jacket driving at 140 mph, you've got an ethereal Carey Mulligan, and you've got songs like the ones listed below. This movie is pure sex.

Kavinsky - Nightcall


Desire - Under Your Spell



College - A Real Hero


The Chromatics - Tick of the Clock


Cliff Martinez - He Had a Good Time (I wouldn't call this electro-pop, but it's very Tree of Life-ish)


Cliff Martinez Interview


New Order - Bizzare Love Traingle (Not related to Drive, but here because it's a sick song)




Cruel Intentions


If I hadn't gone to a business school, I would have gone to a French film school. Why? Well, because films encompass every form of art I've ever appreciated. In certain cases, it's a composite of literary adaptations, you've got crazy cinematography/photography, you've got ingenious tracking shots, and perhaps my favorite part - if you're lucky you get some badass soundtracks.

When Cruel Intentions first came out, I was dying to see it. Not because it was a modern adaptation of Les liaisons dangereuses, I didn't figure that out until I had actually watched Dangerous Liasions with Glenn Close and John Malkovich. Mostly because I was determined that I would one day meet and marry Ryan Phillippe. Of course, I was far too young to watch it. Somehow I managed to sneak in a pirated DVD into my room at 13 years old. 90 minutes later, my inevitable marriage to Ryan Phillippe became second to my obsession to one day become a writer for the Rolling Stone.

The prepubescent teenager of the 90's who was dealing with matters of the heart needed that soundtrack like the late 50's needed Presley and Jailhouse Rock. The Beatles, Presley, Led Zeppelin had come and gone. We were stuck with Spears, Aguilera, and NYSNC - for some reason music was becoming stupider and stupider. She's All That's partake on what a thirteen year old needed to croon to undermined my own self respect. Insert Placebo, Blur, Marcy Playground, and delete Sixpence None the Richer's Kiss Me - and the Cruel Intentions Soundtrack was my music bible.

Here's how it goes:

Marcy Playground - Comin' Up from Behind


Placebo - Every you, Every Me


Blur - Coffee and TV


The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony


Counting Crows - Colorblind


The Cardigans - Lovefool


Abra Moore - Trip in Love (my personal favorite)



In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines ...


I'm 22 years old, bordering on 23, and I have an instinctive feeling that the rest of my life will set itself on auto-drive; and one day before I know it, it'll all be over.

This may sound like some sort of dark premonition or a premature mid-life crisis; but that's not what I think is going on. I'm having flash backs while doing the most mundane things - heating up food in my microwave, walking home from the train station, separating whites from colors while doing laundry; these flashbacks of my childhood are popping in and out of my head, one after another. I remember smells, I remember images, I remember the names of places and people more vividly than I can remember what I did last Friday night.

And there's one place in particular that just wont leave me alone. It's an old house in Paris that was covered in vines, where lived twelve little girls in two straight lines. I spent most of my childhood in the LAPL, and my closest friends went by the names Clifford and Madeline. Clifford being a ridiculously big and red dog, and Madeline being a little red-headed girl that went to a Catholic girl's school in Paris. My favorite children's book is Pat Hutchinson's "The Doorbell Rang" - where "Ma" is also a red-head. This takes me to the first adult novel I ever read, The Shining, by Stephen King - Red Rum anyone? I've just realized the significance of the color RED in my first experiences with learning to read, while doing my laundry.

Now, more about Madeline. I'm also writing this while watching Anthony Bourdain's episode on New York. By pure coincidence Mr. Bourdain is visiting Bemelman's Bar at the Carlyle, named after none other than Ludwig Bemelman. Here's what the hotel's website says about the bar:

Best remembered as the creator of the classic Madeline books for children, Ludwig Bemelmans once joked he'd like his tombstone to read: "Tell Them It Was Wonderful." Well, wonderful it was, and still is, at Bemelmans Bar. Named in honor of the legendary artist, Bemelmans is a timeless New York watering hole that has drawn socialites, politicians, movie stars and moguls for more than five decades.

The Carlyle was the city's premier luxury residential hotel and served as second home to socialites, politicians and movie stars when Ludwig Bemelmans was commissioned to paint large-scale murals in the hotel bar. The creator of the enormously popular Madeline children's book series as well as a successful artist working for The New Yorker, Vogue and Town and Country, Bemelmans transformed the bar with clever, whimsical scenes of Central Park (including picnicking rabbits). Instead of being paid for the art, Bemelmans exchanged his work for a year and a half of accommodations at The Carlyle for himself and his family.


For those of you living in New York, or just passing though, please be sure to check this bar out. Where else are you going to find art as precious and timeless as this.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Surrealism & Un Chien Andalou


Surrealism is an art movement that emphasizes achieving the liberation of the mind through the imaginative powers of the subconscious. In the study of cinema, one of the first avant-garde works was the surreal film Un Chien Andalou (1929), directed by Spanish filmmaker Luis Bunuel and Spanish surrealist artist Salvardor Dali. The reception of this film mimicked that of the reception of most cult films: its distribution was severely limited. The reasons for this include the controversial nature of the film as well as its illogical content. The film’s run-time is approximately seventeen minutes long; it is silent, black & white, with a disjointed chronology. The film lacks any real plot, and follows an almost dream-like narrative flow; essentially emphasizing the imaginative powers of the subconscious.

The film begins with a title card reading "Once upon a time", it then continues with a shot of a smoking man holding a razor blade while staring at the moon. The next shot is a close-up of a young woman sitting on a chair. A man is seen standing next to her. She stares calmly straight into the camera; the man then lifts a razor blade up to the woman’s eye, suggesting that he will cut across her eye-ball horizontally with the blade. Before this happens, the next shot is of the same moon the original man was staring at, except now a thin cloud has cut across the moon horizontally, almost replicating what is soon to happen to the woman’s eye. The next shot is a close-up of what seems to the eye of a human being cut horizontally with a blade. The cutting of the eye-ball is shown from start to finish.

What has just occurred represents only the first half-minute of this sixteen minute nightmarish experience. A “persistent dream built upon disconcerting images.” The film then continues by presenting a series of random and extremely bizarre events; ranging from a bicycling man in a nun’s outfit, a severed hand placed inside a wooden box, and a dead couple buried in sand. The effects of discomfort and disturbance are largely felt while viewing this film. This film’s controversial nature and series of shocking images and events help in justifying why its distribution was so limited and why it was, in most cases, banned from public viewing. Un Chien Andalou was generally only viewed in private clubs or the studios of surrealists and artists.

The film was based on two separate dreams that Bunuel and Dali had experienced. Bunuel had recalled a dream in which a moon was sliced by clouds (similarly to an eye being sliced by a razor), while Dali had recalled a dream in which a hand was engulfed with crawling ants. They later decided to make a film that included these distinct images, their only rule had been that “no idea or image susceptible to reasoning would be allowed.” The film has been described as Dali and Bunuel’s quest to “goad the dull bourgeois mind.” It is representational of surrealism at its best, it follows no predetermined limits and is not designed to meet any specified expectations by its audience, and instead it is heavily invested in free association and the liberation of the human psyche. To be able to present the innermost ideas and creations of the subconscious and to defy all that society had deemed as acceptable was the main purpose of this film.

Its popularity amongst cult film fans is based on the film’s pioneering movement to defy the conventional and to present a form of art that was representational of alien ideas and concepts. It was unique and provoked audiences to think outside the box of what a film could or could not be. The film’s quality of excess coupled with its surrealist nature is what has distinguished this film amongst cineastes as avant-garde and noteworthy.

Cult Film Archive: Delicatessen


Delicatessen is a French cult film by Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Marc Caro; it explores the taboos of cannibalism and even includes bizarre characters such as underground vegetarian terrorists. The film falls into the category of black satire, a genre in which films deal with darker issues and themes, such as death, and treat these themes in a satirical or comedic manner. The film’s main character is a circus attraction that becomes the manager of a dilapidated building full of residents; other characters include a butcher, a man that recycles bicycle patches to extend the life of a condom, a woman with tin cans attached to her feet, prostitutes, and gangsters. Perhaps the film’s popularity amongst its fan base is based on the film’s uncomfortable themes, its unique characters, or twisted plot; but nevertheless these fans must also appreciate the unique and brilliant film-making involved. For instance,

In the words of Allan Havis,

Delicatessen indulges in very close-ups and wide-angle shots rendering attractive and hideous faces into topographic maps. Jeunet and Caro’s inventive camera work highlights odd angles, ludicrous tracking shots, aggressive editing, and live actor animation.”

The film’s specific compilation of shot types helps in enhancing the overall tone of the film, one that is character based and is meant to overwhelm audiences with uncomfortable closeness to characters that they might find the most difficulty empathizing with. The use of out of the ordinary tracking shots also helps in providing viewers with unique vantage points that are meant to enhance the specific film experience the directors are trying to emulate; in the case of this film, an up-close experience with a “depressed and despoiled” society.

Cult Film Archive: El Topo


El Topo, a film by Chilean director Alejandro Jodorowsky, achieved prominence based on the controversial nature of the film as well as its various references to art, culture, and religion. What made El Topo controversial was its “steady pulse of visual shocks ranging from physical deformity to bestiality.” The symbolism the film provokes through its peculiar imagery creates unsettling effects on audiences that cause them to remember the film for its artistic nature; for example, the film opens with an image of an umbrella carrying El Topo, clad in black, riding on a horse through a desert with his naked son. The film follows with El Topo instructing his son to bury his mother’s photo and first toy; which could be perceived as a biblical reference to Abraham’s sacrifice of Isaac. The film continues to shock audiences with its imagery of genocide, slaughter, and the sound of feasting insects.

The Beautiful and Damned


I'm currently reading F. Scott Fitzgerald's 1922 novel, The Beautiful and Damned; on my brand new Kindle.

I'm not sure what I'm more excited about, the fact that I've finally decided to read all of Fitzgerald's novels, I did make the conscious decision not to start with The Great Gatbsy - or that I've finally given into a by product of this new overwhelmingly technological era. For someone whose revered the art of bookmaking and finds the smell of new paper and ink demoniac, trading in the pleasure of truly feeling like you own a tangible piece of someone's mass produced art for a six inch device that compiles Conrad, Eliot, and Hugo like its no big deal, still hurts.

I'm not sure if what depressed me more is to not be able to see an entire collection of what I've read in a neat little bookshelf, with the titles placed in order of literary magnificence, feats I have accomplished, my own personal trophies of voyages with characters like Lily Bart and Fanny Price, or that I would no longer be able to physically turn a page. Turning pages can feel nearly as good as unwrapping presents. Trust me on that.

However, now that I have dared myself to try the inevitable, I can comfortably say, it is well worth it. For all of you out there who have endured two hour long commutes to and from work, like I have, fear no longer for the health of your shoulders and back, or for what to do when the book stores close before you have a chance to purchase your next journey. Be smart, get a Kindle.

Now, as for The Beautiful and Damned, although I am only 38% (according to my too cool for school Kindle) into my rendezvous with good ol' Scottie I can say two things thus far: he has an obsession with the word NEBULOUS and FACETIOUS - and if you have a soft spot for the Jazz Age, or are enamored with the personal lives of writers of the Lost Generation, or simply want to know what really drove Zelda to the looney bin - READ IT.




Wednesday, December 1, 2010

la-desh


its that time of the year; when holidays all come together, one after another. it starts with moon gazing, leads to candle melting, finds it way to cities wrapped in christmas lights, and spectacularly ends with a waterford crystal ball wrapped in electric lights dropping to the floor of times square. what is most wonderful about this season is its ability to bring people together.

christmas carolers, children grouped around a dreidel, families sitting around tables adorned with meat-based delicacies representational of love and sacrifice - this part of the year is all about catharsis - unleashment, gratitude, and acceptance.

perhaps the most wonderful moment is when you step off a plane and the word "home" resonates through your whole mind, body, and soul. you feel the vibration of comfort overwhelm you and the tyranny of "homesickness" finally release you.

Monday, April 5, 2010

diane arbus.

"Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats." - Diane Arbus

i was in london when i first saw a documentary featuring diane arbus. flipping through channels, it was the image of a set of twin girls with canyon-like eyes pulling you deep into a bottomless pit of chaos, depth, and irrefutable beauty that caught my attention. the photograph had reminded me of the eerie still-shot of the ghosts of two murdered twin girls, in stanley kubrick's the shining (1980), standing in a hallway holding hands. as the documentary continued, more and more familiar photographs kept enhancing my curiosity. many of arbus' photographs are just about capturing people, people in their most truest of essences, in a world where no shame exists, and where reality prevails over superficiality. it's real people, nakedly telling you a story; and at times "nakedly" could be taken quite literally.

arbus was an american photographer based in new york city. many of her works we're compiled during the 60's. here's a link to a compilation of her works: http://diane-arbus-photography.com/



Sunday, April 4, 2010

edith bouvier beale.





the lives of these two fantastical women take a different turn when big edie is cut off financially subsequent to her divorce. no longer is grey gardens full of music, parties, and expensive tapestry, but slowly the state of the estate turns from pristine to outright disgusting. the harsh impact of poverty is visible throughout the home. big edie resorts to hoarding cats, while little edie never marries and stays close to her mother in the deteriorating grey gardens. this relationship reminds you of norman bate's relationship with his own mother, except this relationship is simple, pure, and far from dark and twisted; yet is still infinitely curious.

although grey gardens falls into oblivion and loses its beauty and magic, what never seems to falter is the spirit of big edie and little edie.

most definitely an interesting story.

queen alexander.







light of my life, fire of my loins


an essay on film adaptation by nabila sajjad

Vladamir Nabokov’s novel, Lolita, begins with a series of the most compelling and memorable sentences ever written; “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of my tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. “ (Nabokov, 9) What makes this series of sentences so impactful lies well beyond its extensive use of alliteration; but rather in its meaning. It encourages readers to journey to understand the significance of Lolita, but also to understand the curiously absurd mind of the narrator, Humbert Humbert.

Adrian Lyne’s film, Lolita, begins with Humbert Humbert, wearing disheveled clothes, covered with dirt and blood, toying with a plastic bobby pin, driving with a carelessness marked by inquisitive thought. He narrates to the audience and says, “She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on a dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul, Lolita.” This opening to the film functions similarly to Nabokov’s novel’s opening paragraph; it encourages an audience to journey to understand both Lolita and Humbert Humbert. Yet it is portrayed entirely differently; the film includes an image track, a sound track, positions Humbert Humbert in an actual physical environment, and decides to re-structure the order of Nabokov’s own sentences. Since the 1955 novel preceded the 1997 film it can serve as a model for the film to be compared to. Therefore, the question of whether this transfer of the novel from one medium to another works effectively arises.

Film adaptation, or the transfer of a written work into a film, has prompted various heated debates regarding the cultural value of an adapted film, a debate that generally favors the written work over the film. For Nabokov’s novel, Lolita, and Adrian Lyne’s film, Lolita, it seems as though the artistic prowess of Nabokov has historically been far more appreciated and glorified than that of Lyne. The reasons for this are numerous, but whether it is well deserved and substantive is questionable.

In Robert Ray’s essay, “The Field of Literature and Film, Ray discusses the concept of the original vs. the copy, a concept that critics of film adaptation commonly use to justify their claims that film adaptation is inherently lacking. To these critics, film adaptation includes two forms of narratives, one being the original, such as the novel, and the other being the copy, the film. To critics, “the aura of an original is dissipated by…modernity’s rapidly accumulating tools for mechanical reproduction.” (Naremore, 45) In other words, film, in reproducing a narrative that already exists, generally ruins the inherent value of the “original” narrative. Andre Bazin sums up the attitude of the critic when he states that, “a novel is a unique synthesis whose molecular equilibrium is automatically affected when you tamper with its form.” (Naremore, 19) This excerpt from Bazin’s article, “Adaptation, or the Cinema as a Digest”, further exemplifies the attitudes of critics that simply view film adaptations as “copies”.

By identifying a novel as the original and the adapted film as a copy, critics are constructing labels that play on stereotypes. It is a well known fact that our culture has been encouraged and constructed to believe that anything that has is original is far more prestigious than those that are considered mere copies. Take for example commercial re-prints of famous paintings, such as Van Gogh’s Starry Night. These re-prints are valued at close to nothing compared to the original Starry Night, a painting whose worth is infinite in society. Therefore, labeling a film adapted from a novel as a copy is in itself enough to explain why a film is not of the same cultural value of a novel.

Nabokov’s novel is thus the original, and Lyne’s flim is the devalued copy. For critics, Lyne’s film is nothing more than a mimic of a significant art piece that has already been created, and for Lyne to tamper with its form represents a certain thievery and mechanical reproduction that is denied respect. Critics generally argue that a film must have fidelity towards the novel, and that without fidelity the film is ineffective and lacking. The argument as to why film adaptations are not of the same cultural value as the novel they are based on can be understood more completely in Dudley Andrew’s essay, “Adaptation”. Andrew states, “More difficult is fidelity to the spirit, to the original’s tone, values, imagery, and rhythm, since finding stylistic equivalents in film for these intangible aspects is the opposite of a mechanical process.” (Naremore, 32) What Andrew is thus saying is that fidelity, or in other words the extent of similarity between the novel and film, to certain elements belonging to the novel is increasingly difficult to transfer into a film, and this difficulty, sometimes impossibility, is what causes films to be considered devalued copies, considering the fact that fidelity is considered an impertinent aspect in film adaptations to critics.

What really is this spirit of Nabokov’s novel that is so difficult to translate into Lyne’s film? In my opinion, the spirit of Nabokov’s novel lies firstly in Nabokov’s use of language and secondly in the characterization of his characters; the intriguing and controversial Humbert Humbert and his nymphet lover, Dolores Hayes, aka Lolita.

First of all, the literary style of Nabokov is one that has earned real distinction for its genius. Take for example, this excerpt from Lolita, “The only definite sexual events that I can remember as having occurred before my thirteenth birthday (that is, before I saw my little Annabel) were: a solemn, decorous and purely theoretical talk about pubertal surprises in the rose garden of the school with an American kid, the son of a then celebrated motion-picture actress whom he seldom saw in the three-dimensional world; and some interesting reactions on the part of my organism to certain photographs, pearl and umbra, with infinitely soft partings, in Pichon’s sumptuous La Beaute Humaine that I had filched from under a mountain of marble-bound Graphics in the hotel library. ” (Nabokov, 11) The genius of this long and complex sentence lies in its inordinate detail, its overwhelming yet perfectly manicured form, and its creativity; a pedigreed eloquence that to even attempt to actualize in film seems entirely impossible. How would a film-maker portray this one sentence, a sentence that gives the reader a glimpse of the style of Humbert’s own thoughts, a style that marks him as pedantic, meticulous, and incredibly smart in film?

Andre Bazin, states that to the critic, “Essentially, no detail of the narrative can be considered secondary; all syntactic characteristics, then, are in face expressions of the psychological, moral, or metaphysical content of the work.” (Naremore, 20) What Bazin is saying is that to the critic, every detail of a novel is significant, and to not include these significant details in a film will undermine the quality of that film. Thus, making it incredibly important to the critic that Lyne’s Lolita contain an essence of the literary style of Nabokov, which is so important in the novel. Yet, it is entirely impossible to reproduce Nabokov’s language into a film, without every sentence from Nabokov’s novel having to be narrated in the film. This task would be essentially reading the book aloud with an image track running along with every sentence; yet, this is undoubtedly impossible due to the primary differences between the mediums. Does that mean that every film, due to its inability to capture every “syntactic characteristic” of a novel, is therefore always merely a devalued copy? Can no great film, based on a novel, be made?

Bazin doesn’t seem to believe so. For example he states, “…the problem of cinematic adaptations, is not absolutely insolvable, and the history of the cinema already proves that this problem has often been solved in various ways. “ (Naremore, 20) Bazin continues in justifying his claim by providing examples of films that were able to capture attributes of the novel in all together creative ways. For instance, he uses the example of how the film, The Pastoral Symphony, directed by Jean Delannoy, uses the actress Michelle Morgan’s “beautiful eyes” to “communicate the blind Gertrude’s innermost thoughts.” (Naremore, 20) Essentially, even a shot of Morgan’s eyes can stand symbolic to the personal thoughts contained inside the character of Gertrude, thoughts that are generally held as only perceivable through the novel. This concept of being able to achieve aspects of the novel in the film, however in stylistically different ways can be understood more clearly when Bazin states, “all it takes is for the filmmakers to have enough visual imagination to create the cinematic equivalent of the style of the original, and for the critics to have the eyes to see it. “ (Naremore, 20)

Based on this assumption, how does Lyne then portray Nabokov’s literary style, a crucial element of the novel, into his film? In the film, the first three minutes are completely narrated by Humbert. He speaks eloquently, slowly, and makes use of Nabokov’s own poetic language. His narration is accompanied by instrumental music, primarily employed to set a certain inquisitive and pedantic tone, and the beauty that lies in his own narration is parallel to Nabokov’s literary style in the novel. A more specific instance of how Lyne portrays Nabokov’s literary style can be seen in the scene in which Humbert is writing in his journal while watching Lolita from the window. What is being written, essentially his thoughts, are then narrated in the film. As he writes in his journal, the narration goes, “A normal man, given a group photograph of school girls, and asked to point out the loveliest one, will not necessarily chose the nymphet among them. You have to be an artist, a mad man, full of shame and melancholy and despair, in order to recognize the little deadly demon among them. She stands unrecognized by them, unconscious herself of her fantastic powers.” The narration, although divergent from the original series of sentences in the novel, still captures the same pedigreed eloquence that Nabokov exhibits through-out his novel. Thus, although Nabokov’s literary style is not completely captured in the film; the magic of his story-telling is most certainly understandable in the film.

Second of all, Lolita is most famous for the character of Humbert Humbert, a European literary scholar with an insatiable addiction to “nymphets”; making him essentially a rather smart pedophile. Readers find that Humbert Humbert, although 37 years old, is inexorably in love with a twelve year old American girl, Dolores Hayes. Humbert Humbert is undoubtedly one of the most controversial and intriguing fictional characters to have ever been created. He is unforgettable not simply for the fact that he defies all that has been deemed as forbidden in the eyes of society and religion, but because of the way in which Nabokov has characterized him. Nabokov has given his readers, ultimately the jury in Humbert’s own trial against law and society, a complete unmasking of the queer yet fantastic character of Humbert Humbert. What readers carry with them most after having read Lolita, is a fragment of Humbert’s soul rather than the story itself. It is as though every reader has a chance to be Truman Capote and treat Humbert as their own Perry Smith. Nabokov characterizes Humbert as a complex character who is a heinous usurper of young female innocence, a victim of the nymphet’s relentless spell that enchants and immobilizes his heart, yet is infinitely humorous, smart, and hopelessly romantic. Humbert’s own thoughts are as follows, “you have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in you subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs – the slight feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limb, and the other indices which despair and shame and tears of a tenderness forbid me to tabulate – the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power. “ (Nabokov, 17) From this sentence alone, readers can understand that Humbert is most certainly a sexual predator, he is most certainly under a “fantastic power” that allows him no control, and that most importantly he is completely aware of both, almost humanizing a character who otherwise would be considered a “freak.”

Yet, Nabokov allows for his readers to solicit only a certain degree of sympathy for Humbert, and often times makes his more perverted side reign superior. For example, Humbert continuously describes his sexual inclinations towards pre-pubescent girls, “ with awe and delight (the king crying for joy, the trumpets blaring, the nurse drunk) I saw again her lovely indrawn abdomen where my southbound mouth had briefly paused; and those puerile hips on which I had kissed the crenulated imprint left by the band on her shorts …” (Nabokov, 39) Making Humbert’s perverse inclinations as well as his hopelessly romantic nature increasingly evident throughout Lolita, makes it clear to readers that although they may identify with many of his positive characteristics, he is still an unforgivable pedophile.

In Adrian Lyne’s film, Lolita, the characterization of Humbert is similar yet strikingly dissimilar. Lyne brings to the screen a Humbert who is much more likeable, identifiable, and seemingly innocent than Nabokov’s depiction of Humbert. Lyne’s Humbert is soft-spoken, clumsy, optimistic, romantic, and made to seem more victim than villain. For example, in the scene in which Humbert is watching Lolita leave for boarding school, we see real and endearing sadness in Humbert’s eyes as he watches her get into a car from behind a window. He then sees Lolita turn back to run into the house, and immediately he fixes his attire, his hair, and starts shaking from anticipation and excitement. When Lolita finally enters the room, he embraces her awkwardly and seems completely smitten and enthralled by her. Later in the film, there is a scene in which Humbert suspects Lolita of conspiring with a mysterious man to run away, he then proceeds by pinning her against the bed and begging her to tell him who the mysterious man is with severe emotional angst. Humbert is overtaken by tears; he shakes, and cries into her arms. Lolita, responds by giving him a smile, which is ironic given the situation, and continues to control his emotions with her sexuality. Lolita, in Adrian Lyne’s film, is characterized as a nymphet with complete understanding of her sexual powers and has no fear or inhibitions regarding how to use this power. In a way it brings an unnatural sexual maturity to Lolita, which she uses for manipulative purposes, making Humbert the victim rather than the villain. In Nabokov’s novel Humbert is characterized as being in the midst of a mutual seduction, of which he is more guilty. On the other hand, in Lynne’s film, Humbert is characterized as being the prey to Lolita, a precocious siren and predator who exalts supreme power over the otherwise helpless and romantic Humbert. Essentially, Lyne is compelling audiences to be far more sympathetic towards Humbert than Nabokov himself intended.

For film adaptation critics, this discrepancy in characterization, which ultimately represents the spirit of the novel, is enough evidence to support the notion that the film lacks fidelity towards the novel. To most critics fidelity is supreme, however, Stam’s article, “Beyond Fidelity: The Dialogics of Adaptation” states that, “…it is questionable whether strict fidelity is even possible.” (Naremore, 55) Stam further explains this idea by stating that a novel is essentially what the reader makes out of it; a novel mostly describes, whereas the rest is up to the reader to construct.

Take for example, the characterization of Lolita. In the novel, to certain readers it may seem as though Lolita is nothing more than victimized and completely in servitude of Humbert. Yet, to others it may seem as though Lolita carries with her a certain sexual intelligence, that even at the young age of twelve, she uses to her own benefit, making her far less innocent. Take for example this excerpt from Lolita, “She had entered my world, umber and black Humberland, with rash curiosity; she surveyed it with a shrug of amused distaste; and it seemed to me now that she was ready to turn away from it with something akin to plain repulsion. Never did she vibrate under my touch, and a strident “what do you think you’re doing?” was all I got for my pains. “ (Nabokov, 166) For these two sentences, readers can decide for themselves whether or not entering Humbert’s world stands as a metaphor describing Lolita’s attitude towards Humbert’s sexual invitations, or whether it simply refers to Lolita’s attitude towards becoming Humbert’s adoptive daughter. When Nabokov writes that, “she had entered my world…with rash curiosity…never did she vibrate from my touch”, it could read to certain readers that Lolita was not any normal twelve year old, who would most likely be fearful of any sexual contact, but was rather curious and exploratory. Yet, to other readers it could read that Lolita had no choice but to accept Humbert’s sexual invitations, as she had no other guardian and was completely dependent on him. Essentially, to claim that portraying Lolita as the inescapable serpent and Humbert as her loyal slave in Lyne’s film, may or may not be a instance of transgressing fidelity, as that may have been entirely the characterization that Lyne himself understood from Nabokov’s novel. To say that a character is in fact one way or the other, is actually dependent on the individual reader, as every novel works simply in guiding the imagination of a reader, never to make the story or characters concrete and inflexible.

However, it could also be argued that Nabokov’s portrayal of Lolita’s sexuality is ambiguous; she is neither overtly sexual, nor completely ignorant of her sexuality and that is precisely his characterization of Lolita, and for a director to make her one or the other is in itself distorting Lolita’s characterization, and thus Lyne portraying Lolita as overtly sexual is what causes a lack of fidelity in the film. Yet, considering the general notion that Nabokov’s portrayal of Lolita’s sexuality is ambiguous is itself an opinion, which certain readers may agree with or completely disagree with. Therefore, Lyne’s portrayal of Lolita’s sexuality can only be fully appreciated to those who agree with Lyne, and for all others the film may seem completely disloyal to the novel. Considering this argument, how do you satisfy every member of an audience, if every individual has their own understanding of a novel? You just can’t.

In Thomas Leitch’s essay, “Twelve Fallacies in contemporary adaptation theory”, Leitch presents an argument against the notion that novels create more complex characters than movies because they offer more immediate and complete access to characters’ psychological states. For a film based on a novel, such as Lolita, the notion that Humbert is presented as far more complex in the novel than he is in the film, is a consistent argument. It is true that the novel allows for more direct characterization of Humbert, through its extensive use of text to describe not only Humbert’s thoughts, but his actions, and dialogue. Take for example, when Humbert first sees Lolita in Ramsdale, the text describes the scene as such, “I find it most difficult to express with adequate force the flash, that shiver, that impact of passionate recognition. In the course of the sun-shot moment that my glance slithered over the kneeling child (her eyes blinking over those stern dark spectacles – the little Herr Doktor who to cure me of all my aches) while I passed by her in my adult disguise (a great big handsome hulk of movieland manhood), the vacuum of my soul managed to suck in every detail of her bright beauty, and these I checked against the features of my dead bride. “ (Nabokov, 39) The film presents the same scene in precisely one single minute, Humbert sets eyes on Lolita, simultaneously the soundtrack explodes with soft and romantic instrumental music, and Humbert proceeds by staring at Lolita, who is lying in the grass reading a magazine soaked by the sprinkler, he then whispers “beautiful” and walks away. It may seem as though the text allows for a better understanding of Humbert’s initial reaction to Lolita, however Lietch argues that, “the conclusion that follows is not that externalized thought is no longer thought, but that the pleasures of many non-novelistic media are based to a large extent in the invitation they extend to audiences to infer what characters are thinking on the basis of their speech and behavior, and that thoughts that are inferred can be just as subtle and profound as thoughts that are presented directly. “ (Lietch, 6)

Therefore, it may be that the exact same scene in the film, although lacking in words or graphemes, but nevertheless containing an image track, sound track, and relying on connotations can be just as significant a scene. It may be that Humbert’s reaction to Lolita depends entirely on the audience being able to decipher and make connections between Humbert’s facial expression, body language, the sound track, and the image track to understand that he had just the “nymphet” he so desired, however does that make this same scene any less profound than the same scene in the text?

Perhaps the best way to really understand whether or not this same scene is as profound to a film viewer as it is to Nabokov’s readers is to find out whether viewers of the film, who have never read the same scene in the book, seem to understand the real significance of this scene for both Humbert and the story. It allows for a certain unbiased response to the film. I had initially viewed the film before having read the book, and I found that the same scene, although almost completely free from dialogue and spanning over one single minute, created a similar significance to me. The body language, the look on Humbert’s face, the sound track, the shot sequence, the framing, the close-ups, and even the simple word “beautiful”, made me understand just how pivotal this specific scene would be in Humbert’s life.

It seems that although a critic may claim that the film Lolita is a devalued copy of the novel Lolita, on the basis of a lack of fidelity to the spirit of the novel, which is essentially both the literary style of Nabokov as well as the characterization of Lolita and Humbert Humbert; the reality is that firstly the literary style of Nabokov can in fact be captured in film, although through more creative and stylistically different means. Secondly, the notion that Lolita and Humbert Humbert are depicted differently in the film, than in the novel and thus the film is less effective an art piece, can be argued against by the fact that fidelity is almost impossible to achieve, considering that characters and themes may be perceived differently from reader to reader. In addition, critics hold onto the general notion that novels can create more complex characters than film due to the fact that a novel offers complete access to a character’s thoughts and psychological states; however, this can be proven untrue by the fact that a film can actually create complex characters as effectively as novels through the usage of a multitude of tracks; an image track that allows for audiences to read body movement and facial expressions, a sound track that can create a certain emotional tone, as well as a track of dialogue and narration that can directly display the overall significance of the scene to a character.

Therefore, is a critic’s accusation that a film is a copy that betrays the original really justifiable? If both a film and a play were based on a specific novel, should these three narrative forms be compared with another? According to Bazin, they shouldn’t. Bazin argues that it should be considered “…a single work reflected through three art forms, an artistic pyramid with three sides, all equal in the eyes of the critic.” (Naremore, 26) In Bazin’s opinion, comparing a film to a novel is essentially the same thing as comparing a painting to a sculpture; it just doesn’t make sense.

Furthermore, what critics hold onto is the notion that film adaptation is a mechanical process that attempts to reproduce the original, or the novel, in such a way that it almost insults the quality of the original; much like most reproductions or copies are immediately labeled as lacking in authenticity. However, there are many cases that counter this notion. Take for example paintings that borrow from the same Biblical theme, although these paintings all represent the same ideas, they are appreciated for their own unique and artistic abilities. Their concept may be the same; however their impressions are completely different, making each painting its own unique piece of art. Similarly, a film may borrow from the same central ideas and style as a novel, but to consider one narrative form as the original, and the other as a copy is incorrect. A critic’s attempt at labeling Nabokov’s Lolita as an original and Lyne’s Lolita as a copy is like comparing a Van Gogh to a Dali; a comparison that is entirely futile as these two pieces of art are incomparable. Alfred Hitchcock once said, “When I read an interesting or promising story, I finish it and put it down. Then, when I start to filming I let my film grow out of the seed of that story.” (Frank) Therefore, film adaptations are not merely devalued copies, but are rather their own forms of art, based on the same source of inspiration.

marie antoinette.


the only thing i remember from the 2006 film marie antoinette were the costumes. they were absolutely cake-like. layers and layers of femininity with clever and promiscuous designs.

tirelli costumi, a costume house based in rome has been showcasing its design and impeccable tailoring through the silver screen since the 1960's. what would dangerous beauty (1998) or goya's ghosts (2006) be without the legacy of umberto tirelli? Grim.

for anyone who enjoys period pieces as vehemently as i do, take a moment to appreciate how brilliant hollywood is for making the efforts of tirelli, well...very worthwhile.


alchemy.


captivating must-haves.

masayuki kurokawa, a product designer recently featured in architectural digest is to blame for these light-bulbs full of spices, or more cleverly termed balloon shakers. made from cork and thin glass, this unique design will compel you to hoard on cumin, cinnamon, nutmeg, or perhaps even the syrian borage. even if you don't cook.


Saturday, April 3, 2010

the secret garden.


pastels, pretty lace, and gloriously gigantic powder puffs. a glass vase full of lusciously lavender violets of course! all coupled with silk wallpaper in a rich peony color. porcelain bath-tubs with feet that belong to the mystical animal creatures of fairy-tales. a soft and delicate towel hanging on a gold and regal bar, with your initials delicately stitched into them. falling asleep with the embers of a dying fire bidding you good night. a wise birch gate embraced by shrewd and stubborn vines, with a keyhole that the most precious sliver of willful sunlight finds its way through. the promise of adventure, of mysticism, fairies and lily pads, overwhelm you. this world is paradoxically both luxury and simplicity.

growing up this world was the only world that i yearned to belong to. having grown up, that hasn't changed. the book of my childhood, the first book i ever read in triple digits, was burnett's the secret garden. it was the first time i had ever envisioned a life outside of my own world, and i saw in its text a map, a map that led me into a secret place, a place that no one knew i had cradled between my hands. it is an extraordinary story, and images of its passages still run through my imagination.