Showing posts with label the arts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the arts. Show all posts

Monday, December 26, 2011

PAUL GOODMAN CHANGED MY LIFE


I can hardly claim the authorship of this title because I must confess that before I sat down to watch this documentary, I have never even heard of Paul Goodman.  Ooops!  But I know now that he was man of many gifts; he was a critic, sociologist, philosopher, poet, novelist, playwright, essayist, practicing psychiatrist, an urban planner and an anarchist (Although Goodman considered anarchism not as a dogma, or a set of principles, or a position but as an attitude.)  His fame was cemented in 1959 with the publication of ‘Growing Up Absurd’ in which he rationalized that juvenile delinquency was the result of alienated youth who were turned off by a society ‘not worthy of human nature’.

Jonathan Lee’s thoughtful movie starts earlier and briefly deals with Goodman’s impoverished upbringing when his father took up with a mistress and  abandoned his young family.  Goodman found his ‘voice’ as student at City College where he was part of the anti World War 2 pacifists and when he first embraced Marxism. but as his literary executer is keen to point out he never became a Communist.  After graduating he began writing for prestigious literary journals such as ‘Commentary' and became part of a clique of New York Jewish Intellectuals.  By the early 60’s his fame was such that we find him debating life with William F. Buckley and Stokey Carmichael on TV.

Goodman, a twice-married man with three children, was also unashamedly and openly gay, no mean feat in those days.  He would spend the mornings at home avidity writing, then cruise the streets and the Piers of New York looking for some fun and company, but always making a point of getting home again by teatime. His close friends, and indeed his wife, acknowledged that he was driven by his sexuality, which featured prominently in his poetry and judging by the couple narrated in this film accounted for some of his very best pieces.   One highly personal piece ends so poignantly by repeating several times ‘happiness is so touch and go.’

He had a brilliant mind and though highly intellectual possessed a remarkable talent for articulating his very forward thinking ideas and principles that others could and did grasp easily. Ned Rorem the Composer (who set some of Goodman’s poems to music) said that Goodman ‘never suffered fools gladly, unless they were physically attractive’. Not a bad principle at all!  One can imagine when Goodman taught that he would have been a wonderful teacher, but that part of his career ended abruptly when he insisted that he had the right to fall in love with his students!

In 1967 his son Mathew died in an accident and very soon after that Goodman had his first heart attack, which was attributed to his profound grief.  His boundless energy dried up and so did his once prolific writing, and in 1972 he died after his 3rd heartache at only 62 years old.

One of the interviewees in the documentary commented of the great shame that Goodman’s work is unknown to such a vast majority that if they could access it would marvel at both the ideology and the prose.  I have to say that this rather sensitive insight to a fascinating man has made me want to learn more (and I soon will thanks to Amazon).   Paul Goodman may not have changed my life, but I am so very glad that he has enriched it for these past 89 minutes. So far.

★★★★★

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

ABSOLUTE WILSON

As part of my continuing process of brushing up on American Cultural Icons I viewed Katherina Otto-Bernstein’s 2006 documentary on ROBERT WILSON, who is arguably the pre-eminent avant-garde theater director/artist in the world.  I shouldn’t have been quite so ignorant of Mr. Wilson as although he is American, most of his work has been in Europe where there is a much healthier respect and a very definite audience for his work.

Born in Waco Texas in 1940 to a family of wealthy but strict Southern Baptists, young Robert had both a stutter and learning difficulties, two significant traits that he not only overcame, but which provoked him to constantly help others in similar predicaments throughout his life, sometimes ending with participating with them on performance pieces.

He went to NY to study architecture at Pratt where he cared less abut completing his study assignments and more about a ballet group affiliated to the school where he started to create and perform some very eclectic contemporary pieces. After he graduated he foolishly went back to Texas which ended in a failed a suicide attempt (he was openly gay in a very hostile environment) and that had him scurrying back to NY and very soon  creating his first major success ‘Deafman Glance’ based on a deaf –mute African-American child he befriended and later adopted.

Bernstein's film painstaking traces every step of Wilson’s career and how it took off …..and with the use of some excellent archival footage … and lengthy interviews with Wilson himself, pieced together his un-parallel prolific body of work.  The man is unquestionable a creative genius often applauded for work way way ahead of the field, and on other occasion derided for the very same reasons. He collaborated with the likes of Philip Glass, David Bryne, Jessye Norman, Tom Waits etc etc  and his work had devoted fans like Susan Sontag who claimed to have seen one of Wilson’e best pieces over 40 times.

This is a well-crafted film about an articulate and visionary artist whose work when just viewed in clips like this is breath-takingly stunning, and frankly leaves one in awe.  There were flashes of what a nightmare he could be with his rages over finite detail (the look on Isabelle Hupert's face as he kept correcting her said it all), but for us who view just the work, it is well worth every part of their pain.

If you are as ignorant of the man and his work as  I was, I cannot recommend this movie enough,  And if you are familiar with his work  them seeing clips of so many of his best pieces is well worth renting this from Netflix /Amazon.

★★★★★★★★★

Monday, June 6, 2011

L'AMOUR FOU

The best part of this disappointing mish-mash of a film is the opening sequence which is footage of Yves St Laurent announcing to the world that he is about to retire. In a highly dramatic speech that he stumbles through in which, amongst other things, he confesses to the demons (drink and drugs) he has battled with all his life, but also without even a hint of modesty, brags about his major impact on women’s lives.  It is shamefully emotional but is probably the only raw honest moment in this documentary.

Interviews with Pierre Berge, the late M. St Laurent’s life partner and the major driving force behind their colossal business, were spread generously throughout the film, but as he is such a guarded and intensely private person, he really gave little away of any substance about their life together.  And he added no insight at all about M. Laurent that wasn’t already public knowledge.  I have to say I admired the genuine affection and respect of which he spoke of M. St Laurent, and it was good to be reminded of his own political activates that included such crucial work for Gay Rights and also for people with Aids.

The archive footage of M. St Laurent was sparse and too highly edited that at best it could only hint at all  the genius designer that he was and all the grief and pain his fame  caused and troubled him so.

The main focus of the movie is the disposal and Sale of the vast collection of art and treasures that M. St Laurent and Pierre Berge gathered over their 50 years together.  Some were major masterpieces, and some were minor, and some were vanity trinkets, and others just excessive and ugly pieces that seemed like the spoils of unchecked taste.  The Sale was a major event in the Art World and attracted the highest echelons of international collectors and resulted in some $264 million. Yet somehow as filmmaker Pierre Thornton kept showing M. Berge reacting with unaffected glee every time another piece achieved a record price, I couldn’t help thinking of all those folks on TV’s 'Antique Road Show' when they discover what Aunties old vase is really worth!

L’Amour Fou : as a record of the Sale was boring and unnecessary. As a documentary about such a unique and enormous talent, it was a total disappointment.

Much better to watch 'Yves St Laurent: His Life & Times' (available at Netflix) it's a much superior film.

★★★★★

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

PUBLIC SPEAKING

Martin Scorcese’s profile on Fran Lebowitz is no ordinary documentary. After 90 minutes of essentially listening to this quick-witted brilliant observationist with her razor sharp tongue spend forth on some of her favorite bugbears, we actually learn very little about the woman behind all these rapidly fired opinions.  By filming her in conversation in her favorite NY Bar, The Waverly Inn where she is not only part of the fixtures but also featured in the David Sorrel mural behind her regular booth, and interspersing it with clips of Ms Lebowitz holding forth at different speaking engagements around the city, he cleverly lets her torrent of words be the focal point of the movie.

Ms Lebowitz lets slip that although she is so quintessentially a New Yorker through and through, she actually grew up in a small town in New Jersey, and escaped when she could.  It was the 1960’s and her life started to begin, and she found her ‘voice’, when she started to hang out with a group of very witty gay men.  This led to her first gig writing for Andy Warhol’s 'Interview' magazine and she never looked back.  The odd thing is that although she is lauded and acknowledged as a great writer, her published output consists of two slim books of essays, and one children’s book.  Granted these were highly acclaimed best sellers, but for the past 30 years she‘s had writers block (or 'blockade' as she told David Letterman).  She has no such issues with her talking though and with letting rip into anything that is a target for her acid tongue and her brilliant edgy humor.

Striding her beloved streets of New York dressed in men’s suiting tailored for her in Savile Row (and that earned her a place on 'Vanity Fair's Best Dressed List' in 2007) without a Cell phone (she doesn’t posses a computer or anything else IT wise), the woman is an enigma and a true eccentric.  But a brilliant funny and articulate one who was a sheer joy to watch and listen.  

At one Q & A after a Speaking Engagement, Ms Lebowitz was asked if she had ever thought about getting a second opinion on any of her views.  ‘No!‘ she replied without hesitating a second ’Why would I?' looking totally dumbfounded at the very question.  And that’s when I realized that was why I thought she was such a kindred spirit.   

Out now on DVD : if wit is your thing, then don't miss it.

★★★★★★★★