June 30, 2008

Covers

Posted by Sari

Aha, a cover song meme! As I have previously stated I love covers and for many reasons. One is that, as my understanding of musical theory is nonexistent, cover versions help me to parse music. What can you put in and take out and still have the same song. The Footloose version from Whatever is a great example, under all that EMO whispering it is still recognisably the same song. (This is also one reason I love Rob Paravonian's Pachelbel skit so much. How cool is it to see the same chord progression in so many different songs.) So anyway, covers I like part two:

1. William Shatner (with Ben Folds and Joe Jackson): Common People (original Pulp)
Shatners recitation of the britpop anthem is expertly arranged by Folds and sung by
Joe Jackson. It is just hilarious, the bombastic rage Shatner’s recitation just makes it.

2. Nouvelle Vague: Dance with Me (original Lords of the new Church)
Nouvelle Vague (a great name for the band on so many levels) does bossa nova versions of the new wave music. The video is sort of hypnotic.

3. Balanescu Quartet: Model (original Kraftwerk)
You would think Kraftwerk and string quartet were not a good match but Alexander Balanescu proves you wrong.

4. Laibach: Life is Life (original Opus)
This, in my opinion, makes the existence of the original bearable.

5. Bear McCreary: All along the Watchtower (original Bob Dylan) Yes, yes. Hendrix version is maybe the greatest cover ever, they say. But as I am firmly of the opinion that the guitar is not a solo instrument, I much prefer this slightly oriental and edgy version.

June 16, 2008

What next?

Posted by Sari

Again I am in the middle of many books and don't quite know what to finish next. Any ideas? Myy obviously could care less.

Kuva009

June 15, 2008

Night of the Kapoors

Posted by Sari

It is no accident that Om in Om Shanti Om is reborn as Om Kapoor. Not only are the Kapoors royalty of Indian cinema, there are a number of actors and actresses with the same name not related to The Clan. This was brought home to us on Sunday when we were watching two movies with rising stars starring Ranbir, Sonam, Shahid and Kareena Kapoor.  Now, Ranbir is son of Rishi Kapoor, 1970s hearthrob, Kareena is Ranbir's first cousin, daughter of Rishi’s big brother Randhir. Sonam Kapoor on the other hand is not related to Ranbir or Kareena, but is the daughter of another famous actor, Anil Kapoor. And Shahid (whose name is sometimes translitterated as Kapur) is again wholly unrelated to all the other Kapoors. It is almost as bad as all the Khans!

First film we watched was Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s latest which lost the Diwali box office battle to Farah Khan’s Om Shanti Om. Bhansali’s movies are always sumptious affairs, but Saawariya really goes above and beyond his previous films in its color-coded, artificialness. Its like moghuls meet Disney’s idea of Venice in Switzerland. Everything happens at night so the palette is blues and greens with some dark red. The story seems somehow like an afterthought. Ranbir is a poor musician playing in a night-club. Sonam is a girl waiting on a bridge for his lover. They meet, Ranbir falls in love but will Sonam love him back? It is awful pretty but that is about it. Neither of the Kapoors can really carry the movie,  and though there was a general feeling of a fairy tale about the movie, the relentless visual artificiality does make one yearn for a glimpse of bright natural colours. So despite the equal opportunity objecifying and Rani’s excellent performance as the hooker with the heart of gold, I still have to say it was not a keeper.

The Second movie of the evening Jab We Met starred Shahid and Kareena Kapoor which, again had not that much plot. Shahid’s dad died and his ex married someone else, so just walks out of his life and on to a train where he meets a madcap Sikh girl Kareena who is on her way home to Punjab and is plannig to elope with his boyfriend. It is basically a modern indian take on1930s screwball comedies. And I think it works beautifully despite the mountain of cliches. I have always liked Kareena and Shahid was truly excellent in his Gary Grantish role. The music has been a hit for a good reason, and I just have a soft spot for filmi punjabis always having a party

June 12, 2008

Confused? You will be, in Sweden!

Posted by jukkahoo

To Swecon! To Linköping! Ah!

I've been ridiculously busy these past few weeks. I'd be almost ready to admit that I'm stressed, if I wouldn't know that I do not recognise such a word. Never-the-less, busy. Work. Overtime. Especially the overtime. I've missed most of the Euro 2008! Even VanderMeer is watching! In Florida! Deadlines, swooshing by me at the speed of light and faster! Death and despair! Birthday celebrations in Tammere this weekend!

However, today I'm leaving all that and work (and no play) behind and head toward Linköping and fandom fun! Whole of Swendom and seven-strong contingent of Finndom! Should be fun! See you there!

Oh, in time honored tradition, I guess I should mention that I'm participating the program:

Saturday 21.00 - Reviewing. I believe moderated by Hans Persson, with usual suspects from Swendom.

Sunday 13.00 - Evil In Fantasy. And this one is moderated by Tommy "The Man" Persson, funniest member of Swendom! Define EVIL!

Then a quick dash to the Railway station and to Stockholm, in order to catch the ferry in time. No Dead Dog then, I'm afraid. Last time Linköpinf DD was a lot of fun. Cold köping and expensive beer, followed by relaxed evening (and Malt, musn't forget the Malt!) at Tommy's place.

As said, hope to see you there! Otherwise, keep up the good work. I'll be back for breakfast, so smoke me a kipper.

June 10, 2008

palvelu tarvitsee ehkä vielä tuunausta

Posted by Sari

Jos Jukan puhelimen äänitunnistimeen sanoo "jumalauta", se vastaa "Tietäväinen, Taimi". Jos siihen sanoo "Myy", se vastaa "Ben Työ". Et silleen.

Kuva011

May 30, 2008

Amar Akbar Anthony

Posted by Sari

Today is time for another Bollywood evening with Tarja, so I thought I better empty some of my back-log in this respect also. Last time we watched ummm… something? Obviously something that the total awesomeness of Amar Akbar Anthony has totally wiped from my memory. Maybe Tarja remembers.

But Amar Akbar Anthony, maybe the best movie evah! See, the poor chauffeur of a rich slime ball takes a blame for a traffic accident when he is promised that the slime ball will look after his family when he is in gaol. After release, he finds his wife ill with tuberculosis and his three small sons starving. Full of rage he goes after the slime ball tries to shoot him (unfortunately, like all smart rich people, the slime ball is wearing chain mail under his shirt.) The father takes his children along in the getaway car, but they all become separated in the hassle.

At the same time his tuberculous wife does not want to be a burden and wanders of to kill herself, is hit over the head with a tree branch in a thunderstorm, becomes blind, and takes the accident and a timely arrival of saviour as a sign against suicide. With great tragic Irony, that saviour is a Muslim tailor with a tiny crying tyke on tow: one of her now missing sons and she does not realize it. The tailor adopts the boy, raises him as Muslim and calls him Akbar. The oldest, Amar, is found by a Hindu policeman who adopts him, and the Middle son was left at the gardens of Catholic Church, so the priests there raises him up as a Christian: Anthony. All others think that our poor chauffeurs progeny perished when his getaway car went off a cliff. In reality, the chauffeur survives the crash with a box full of gold, and when he is unable to find his kids, he retires to plan a revenge.

Amar follows his stepfathers footsteps in the police, Akbar becomes a popular qawwali singer and Anthony ends up as bit of a crook, making deals not that legit. But he does it with twinkle in his eye and a song in his heart, so he is not bad, really more like mischievous. They all meet accidentally at a hospital and end up giving blood to a blind woman who has been in accident. And then the movies starts. All this was in the teaser before opening titles!

Amar Akbar Anthony has everything: twists and turns, missing persons and mistaken identities, chases, fights, romance x 3, miracles, revenge, tragedy, friendship, humour, prevention of a marriage at the nick of time, great music, and an absolutely surreal easter celebration with Anthony bursting out of a giant easter egg and singing something about “hemoglobin in the atmosphere”. I think that this and Main Hoon Na are now my favourite gateway drugs to Bollywood

May 26, 2008

Myy and Kemut

Posted by Myy

We had visitors last Saturday. A whole bunch of them: big folk and even bigger ones. And some that were big, but in a small way. Curious creatures, screamed a lot (or that it seemed like, my hearing isn't what it used to be...) and run around quite a lot, too.

I guess they were celebrating my birthday. I turned 15 a week ago. I'm told that's a LOT. Doesn't really feel like that, methinks. I chased a squirrel the other day.... Where was I? Oh yes, a party. I mingled with the people and Girl and Boy seemed to be enjoying the occasion as well. People brought food (and gave stuff for me, much appreciated) and drinks. I got some vegan doggie goodies. Taste fine. Not so certain about the hemp chocolate I tasted as well. Lots of fibre, I reckon.

Tiresome, this partying is. I managed to stay up thru the whole shebang, but after I took Boy out with the last visitors, coming home was pretty tough. I blacked out like a light-thing on the ceiling when Girl or Boy touch the little knob on the wall. Wow. Woke up rather late.

I think it was a good party. At least Boy and Girl seem to think so. And Ninni, who is really spiffy with them art-things.

Yawn, better get some sleep now. I'm going to the stables tomorrow. Need to chase Whiskas, the Cat. IM001157

May 20, 2008

Sometimes, she is awake

Mntyharju2006_007

May 15, 2008

Clearing some of the backlog

Posted by Sari

The backlog of read but unreviewed books just keeps growing and gives me angst, so here are few to make me feel marginally better:

Dane Kennedy: A Highly Civilized Man

 You may remember I was hankering after this earlier, after reading Brody’s bio. And good thing I did; this is the way cultural history should be written. A Highly Civilized Man is an excellent biography of Burton, or rather an examination of the Victorian world view and it’s relationship with “the other” using Burton as a focal point. Kennedy examines Burton’s life chronologically through the roles he assumed and iterests he held through his life from “the gypsy” to “the explorer” and from “the racist” to “the sexologist”.

 As is said earlier, Burton’s life-long efforts to reinvent himself, to shock the establishment and at the same time want its acceptance, marks him not only as a man at odds with values of the time, but also as a man who also reflects and brings those values in focus. Kennedy, I think, manages very well to situate Burton’s ravenous hunger for places and people and his mischievous desire to shock the society in its historical context and illuminates both the ways in which Burton negotiates and renegotiates his relationship with the Empire and Britain but also how his contemporaries on larger scale were trying to contain and comprehed this vast empire of “other” they ruled.

Castle Waiting

Castle Waiting was a comic published independently by the author, Linda Medley. After a long hiatus she is now continuing the story with Fantagraphics as publisher. They have collected all previous Castle Waiting stories into a book-size volume. Medley’s style of drawing is such that the smaller size does not diminish the effect, and the book as a physical thing is a nice object. As far as contents go, Castle Waiting pretty much lives up to its name. The Castle of the Sleeping Beauty has become a refuge for all sorts of people from antropomorphic animals to bearded nuns. They pass time in every day chores of the Castle and telling each other stories of their lives. It is a quiet, funny and engaging comic about small things that turn out to be pretty big.

Cory Doctorow: Little Brother

Little Brother is a didactic novel, an angry impressive and tech-savvy diatrabe against the way "the war on terror" has narrowed the privacy and freedom of citizens without being the least bit effective. It is a story of a terrorist attack on San Francisco and how a bunch of teenagers playing an ARG near abouts are picked up by Homeland Security. Scared shitless but also angry, one of the kids, Marcus starts an underground movement against the government.

Little Brother is a page turner, it is scary and even though you want to think it is absurdly impossible, you read things like this and  this  and think again.  I do, however think that the didactic nature of the novel does  it disservice at times - the technoexposition and the civic lessons can get a bit tedious. Even so, defenitely worth the Hype. Go read an excellent review by Finncon guest of honor Farah Mendlesohn here.

Via Making Light I also learn that Little Brother has made it to the NY Times Bestseller list, not too shabby for a book you can legally download for free...

Tim Jael: Stanley

Apparently, after a polar phase, I am now into exploration of the sources of the Nile. First Burton, now Stanley. Of all the great imperialistic explorers in 19th –century Africa, Stanley has by far the worst reputation. Not only are his actions on both his great trans-African journey and his Emin Pasha relief expedition harshly criticized, he is also seen as the principal partner of King Leopold and thus responsible for the atrocities and the immense tragedy of Belgian Congo at the turn of the century.

Tim Jael, who has also written the definitive biography of Livingstone, has had access to a number of documents unavailable to earlier biographers, including Stanley's original diaries and his private correspondence, and bases his revisionistic work on these new sources. Jael’s Stanley is deeply insecure man with a shady youth, but he argues convincingly against the Kurtz-like dark and destructive force that has been the standard interpretation. Stanley that emerges here is a thoroughly human character, a man whose life was shaped by his childhood and the lies he told of his origin, and who ironically destroyed his own reputation by creating the myth of the saintly Livingstone, a myth agains which his own actions were always mirrored.

 


 

May 14, 2008

Housewarming party! RSPV

Posted by Sari

Wanna come and see if there really is a Big Red Cat on our wall, a book shelf in the loo and orange walls in the livingroom? Here is your chance. We are throwing a housewarming party on Saturday 24. May from 5 p.m. onwards. We need no gifts, but if you can see your way to bringing something to eat that would be great. And BYOB/OPM :-)

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