Friday, July 11, 2014

Russian folklore 20 mins.



KRACK.  STOMP. CRASH. KRICK. STOMP.
STOMP.

The moving house stopped, standing upright, high above the grass.  Its chicken legs bent down and the house rested firmly in place.  Out of the chimney smoke rose, and a strange smell filled the air.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” asked the robed man.  He was perplexed as to why a house with giant chicken legs suddenly walked up to him in the middle of the night.
“The spell asked for good food and shelter, this seems perfect to me”, said the woman by his side.  Despite her cheerful attitude, she readied her sword as she walked over to knock on the door of the serendipitous hut.
But after banging on the entrance loudly, there was no answer.  As the friends were starting to walk away, out of the chimney burst out a puff of purple smoke, followed by a loud BANG.
A putrid smell began to emerge from the hut, and as the door slammed open, they were blasted by hot purple mist of the most terrible scent.  Out of the fog rose an old woman, constantly banging on a mortar and pestle.  She coughed severely as she walked over to greet them.
“Who the hell –HACK- called me at this damned hour?” she asked our confused travelers.
“I am Vasilisa, and this is my friend, Ivan.  We come seeking shelter.”
“And food,” added Ivan.
“Great…” answered the old woman, “Just what I need, beggars at my door.  Why do you think I put legs on this damn hut?”
Ivan and Vasilisa exchanged concerned looks, but the old hag barked at them again, “Relax, I was just cooking something up.  My specialty, frog and lavender stew.”
“Great, and who do we have to thank for this… special meal?” asked Ivan.
The woman stared at them with tired eyes, and began banging on her mortar again. “They call me Baba Yaga.”

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Review: The Wind Rises


"All I wanted was to make something beautiful."
I LOVED THIS FILM . Some time had to pass before I could gather my thoughts on it and write down my reaction, for first I had to let the beauty sink in, it had left me dazed. Finally, the time has come to WRITE MY REVIEW!
I first want to talk about how some of the typical elements that are “trademarks” of Miyazaki’s style are present:
It’s ENGAGING: Like all of his other movies (I especially noticed it in his most recent films), The Wind Rises has a great atmosphere/mood/ “ambientación”  that pulls you into the world and story…you actually want to understand what’s going on, almost like if there were a dialogue between the screen and the spectator. A factor that greatly contributes to this is the pacing of events…gives kind of a convincing, realistic feel to the storytelling (of which Miyazaki-san is a great master). These aspects also cause you to have a GREAT time with friends and family while watching, since there’s space for commenting on what’s going on without getting lost or ruining the mood of the film. One particular example of this in The Wind Rises is how the extras tend to be very peculiar in character design, like, some are fat, others have teeth sticking out from their mouths, etc. and I was all, “omg, what’s with the people in the background?” Finally, Miyazaki’s humor, a quiet and human one, quite heartwarming, gives a final contribution to the “aura” of the movie: this can be found in characters, especially in those of frank and sarcastic Honjo, bossy and energetic Mr. Kurokawa, and Jiro’s responsible, scolding, down-to-Earth younger sister, Kayo. The humor also lies in unexpected funny sequences or events that lighten the somberness of the movie.
            BEAUTIFUL ANIMATION: Miya-san’s characters tend to have very human-like movements, like, they interact with their surroundings just like one would in real life. A famous example for this is when Chihiro puts on her shoes in Spirited AwayInstead of just animating her feet getting on the sneakers and walking off, he recreates how a real child might do it: wiggling his feet and tapping them to make sure they are snug inside.  In The Wind Rises, there was this one sequence where Jiro was at his desk, I think he was straightening the paper he was working on and then rummaging around his stuff looking for a ruler or something. 
 
I found it so smooth and delightful to watch….it’s interesting how such a small ordinary sequence could make any impact.  However, I found some scenes kind of lacking, sometimes the characters looked a little awkward and there wasn’t as much visual richness as  in The Secret World of Arrietty and From Up On Poppy Hill, its predecessors. But I really didn’t mind this, having read that the director had been too exhausted to make sure all of the scenes were turning out exactly as he wanted, which is one of the reasons why he had decided this would be his last film. Anyway, I think anything lacking in image was perfectly balanced with the heart and powerful content of the movie.

The guys at Studio Ghibli are also great magicians with their breathtaking backgrounds. They’ve only improved more and more in visual quality, surely thanks to technical advances. One detail that I found very impressive was a close up on a small cascade of water…this is 2D animation, guys, and yet you can almost feel the texture of the water (of course, they’ve integrated CG effects for that, but it still awed me).
FEMINISM: I find funny how Miyazaki managed to squeeze in his feminist ideals even in this movie, whose focus is a guy's pursuit of his professional dreams, set in 1920s Japan, where men dominated in professional fields. He did it mainly in the figure of Kayo Horikoshi, Jiro’s sister: she is very responsible, has great attitude, kinda pesky as she’s always finding something to criticize in her big brother. Her dream is to study medicine, and she voices her frustration that she can’t achieve it as easily as men due to society's standards for women.
FLIGHT: Miyazaki’s obsessed with aircraft, and thus anything else that has to do with flight. Just like feminism, this theme can never be left out of his creations. It’s pretty moving that he chose to focus on it in his last film: he wants to talk about what he loves most. He wants to share with the world why he believes planes are so beautiful. He had already dedicated his film Porco Rosso directly to this concept, but in this one, it is almost the protagonist. I found this interesting in which instead of developing a concept that would be more convenient economically, he decides to focus on what he’s always wanted to talk about, what he loves most…he created something more personal. It’s kinda similar to the figure of Beethoven, in which his greatness lay on how powerfully and beautifully he expressed his emotions and views through his works, instead of creating for a specific audience…revolutionary (I know that it’s logic to produce for a majority since it’s what you live on, but I don’t think artists have to enslave themselves to just that method).
SLOW, QUIET MOMENTS: This is the slowest and most quiet of all of Miyazaki’s movies. He tends to insert at least a couple of serene sequences on each one, but The Wind Rises is loaded with them—in fact, the entire film is like a pause in itself.  Makes perfect sense if this is his last film, and this trait makes it perfect farewell work. Miyazaki's acting like a grandpa who has reached the end of the road and he wants to share his experience with his son, grandson, or the world. I felt that Miyazaki was reflecting about life as he did the film, as if he wrote a journal entry or something about the lessons he's learned from life and then turned it into a movie.
GiovanniBattistaCaproniLefteBrother png.jpg                JOE HISAISHI’S BEAUTIFUL MUSIC: You can’t separate Joe Hisaishi’s music from Miyazaki’s films.  This wonderful composer’s works are nostalgic and sweet. Here, the soundtrack sounds European, specifically kinda Italian, I guess because of the World War setting and above all because the film also is a tribute to the great Italian aircraft designer, Giovanni Battista Caproni. I found it so sweet, like an old man remembering the days of his youth, when he met his wife and dreamed of a beautiful future…the good times of his life. 
*Here's the main theme of the film, which you can listen to if you want while reading the rest of the review.
            *I wanted to make a small comment on how it is quite easy to tell that some sound effects were human made because of their peculiarity, and I absolutely loved the result…it gave a more artsy, cool and mysterious feel to its scenes: like the earthquake part and the metaphorical sequences were Jiro and Caproni would meet.

            NOW, what I loved most of the film was its CONTENT, which is what gives weight, delivered through the dialogue and all the artsy, imaginative visual sequences (this last is another of the traits that makes Miyazaki cool, a trademark of his genius). The voice acting thus is important...
VOICE ACTING: I watched the movie in English because it was the only version available at the moment. I’m always told that it’s better to watch films in their original language, but the English dubs for Ghibli films always turn out super great. I REALLY loved the voice acting in this one, I found it super fun, giving much weight to the characters themselves. It IS quite akward overall, since the sound did not match exactly with the mouth movements that are really speaking Japanese, plus I found Joseph Gordon Levitt’s performance as Jiro too sleepy and somber at times, while Nahoko’s was a little too high-pitched for my taste. But I really didn’t mind any of that, I still think it was pretty good and also know that it’s not that easy to make a perfect coordination between foreign mouth movements and translated lines. I especially loved the voice acting for Mr. Kurokawa, Honjo, Kayo, and the “foreign” characters like Caproni and the random German people (I loved how they had accents according to their languages). I got to practice both my German and French listening, since there were no subtitles for those lines, and I REALLY liked that.

            As for the CONTENT in itself, these were the aspects that got to me the most:
            The main theme, embodied in the quote that makes the foundation of the film:
« Le vent se lĆØve! . . . il faut tenter de vivre! » (« The wind is rising ! …we must try to live ! »)
It speaks about how we must make the most of our present circumstances, be them tough or not. In this film’s case, the characters ‘s circumstances are pretty challenging, and it’s admirable to see them surviving such hard times. It’s exactly what is expressed in The Lord of the Rings, the Fellowship of the Ring, when Gandalf counsels Frodo in the mines of Moria:
Frodo: “I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.” 
Gandalf: “So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”

            The film also deals directly with the creative process, exploring and romanticizing how professionals get inspired with an idea and make it come to life, work with a team, exchange ideas to see which decisions are best, fail and learn from their mistakes to start over and over again.
            Despite its focus on creative fields, I love how it is all very relatable in which through narrating the life of an historical celebrity in the world of engineering, the movie reflects on life and dreams…also, how the goal of the movie is not entertainment, but more reflection, the communication of a certain message. Everyone has dreams and struggles to achieve them...when watching the movie, one might ask himself: “what is MY dream?” Or: “who is MY professional hero, role model?” 
The relationship between Caproni and Jiro can be applied to anyone who admires a certain professional. I thought that one can replace Caproni with the historical Jiro Horikoshi, and Jiro with Miyazaki himself, or any other aeronautical engineer freak :P, and so on: to me, Miyazaki is Caproni and I’m Jiro (or any other person who looks up to Miyazaki is Jiro); finally, it can even be perfectly applied to any other aspiring professional who has a role model to look up to. I also felt that Miyazaki was speaking directly through Caproni’s advice, which consisted in general of applying human values to your professional growth in order to really be an authentic professional, and perhaps leave a footprint on other people’s lives, if not on history.

            Caproni has an important line in which he declares that artists have ten years in the sun (referring to glory or good years). THIS IS SO TRUE (and the “ten years” part means a limited amount of time, usually small). I mean, we’re human, we’re not deities, so it’s natural that one would produce one success to another…we won’t have enough constant inspiration for that. And there’ll be a point in which we run out of ideas. Inspiration doesn’t come when we ask it to. Some examples to which this line can be applied are the Beatles, who lasted 10 years together, and Bill Waterson, the genius behind the comic strips Calvin and Hobbes (practically the most glorious of all comics), who also worked for around ten years and disappeared from the public face of the world, stating he’d said everything he had to say. I believe Miyazaki’s own “ten years” lies in the 2000s, between Spirited Away and this final film, in which he achieved more recognition than ever for his work and a boom of fans took place, plus I find his artistic peak in his latest works, but this is just my opinion, it is very debatable.

Thank you for reading my long rant; I've been wanting to write this for a long time :).

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The girl with the flute

The girl with the flute
In the 18th century, there was a wealthy gentleman who knew well how to steal the hearts of all sorts of ladies. Even the ones who knew well how to resist handsome, rich men, could not do so with Mr. Van Dort. His lips were inviting. His eyes were insinuating. His hands were tempting. You just wanted him.
                But everyone who wanted him, ended up dead.
Katie felt precisely for those inviting lips. She was a pretty maid working at the Harriet mansion; and when the family invited Mr. Van Dort for dinner one night due business, she could not resist admitting to herself that the gentleman was the most handsome 24 year old man that she had ever seen. He offered taking her home in his carriage that night. That’s the last time that the Harriet family ever saw Katie, for her blood had fed Van Dort.
Mr. Van Dort then went to a near forest to bury her body. When it was done, he heard music. It came from the lake.
It was magical, that sweet sound coming from a flute. It was inviting, mysterious, that melody…
He followed it.
The was a girl sitting on a rock. Blonde hair, flowers on her head, flowing dress. He just stared at her.
                Next couple of months resumed on their love. To him, Anabelle was particulay strange. She seemed like hiding many things, but he loved her more than anything. He knew she was Mr. Harriet’s daughter who had recently gotten married to a wealthy gentleman that couldn’t care less for her. Few times a week she escaped to the forest to play the flute. Van Dort accompanied her; listened to the songs she composed herself and gave his positives feedbacks. He felt in love with her soul as much as he felt in love with the music she played.
Several months passed since he had fed. So he went to a society party to take a few ladies home. When he arrived the slaughter started. He left the best for last, Mrs. Charlotte Robinson. Her skin seemed very creamy, and her red lips reminded him so much of blood. He was enjoying himself so much feeding, that he didn’t notice that Anabelle’s blue eyes where peaking through the window the whole time. He saw then her horrified face, before running away as fast as she could with her enormous dress making it hard for her to get far.
“No! Anabelle come back!” he pleaded running after her.
She entered an abandoned building near the area and went up the spiral stairs. They were very long, and at the end there was a cliff. She looked down, took a breath and faced him.
“You’re sick,  you’re a monster”.
“Anabelle please, come here”.
“Don’t get near me!” she took a step back. There was so much fear in her eyes.
“Anabelle, come here. Be careful, you’ll fall”.
“Who do you even know who those women where?”
“Ana…”
“Charlotte was my sister!”
Van Dort gasped. He was not expecting that. Maybe that was the reason why he felt so much desire for Charlotte’s blood. He hid his face with his hands for a moment, then he gathered his thoughts and held his hand to her.
“Anabelle. Come.”
“No…” she stepped back and slipped falling from the building.
“ANABELLE!” he tried to hold her arms but it was too late. She had died.

To be continued…


Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Awkward Age Blues

            Marivi really didn’t feel like waiting a whole hour again for her mom to pick her up; she wanted to go home already. There was nothing to do meanwhile: there was no chemistry between her and the classmates who also stayed late, and her friends always left shortly after the dismissal bell. That is, if she could still call them friends. Right now, in the sixth grade, her life seemed to be upside down. Everything was so different, so glum…the classes were hard and boring, and she was sick of them all, seeing so many red marks on her corrected tests. She felt she didn’t have friends at all…those she had shared so many childhood memories with had slowly changed, they didn’t get along or conversed as easily as they used to. She didn’t have any more friends outside of school either...her family was practically the only one with young kids in her neighborhood. To top it off, her wonderful school had a structure similar to a prison: square, grey, with an interior basketball court surrounded by three floors of hallways and classrooms, and barred windows (why in the world would there be barred windows in an elementary school? Are the school directors that resolute to depress kids? ). Homework didn’t give her any time to have fun, either…no time to play (she still liked to play with her beloved toys), no time to read books, no time to sit back and drink in the beautiful, sunny days… This was all totally unfair. A kid’s life shouldn’t be as dull as this, how could it? And yet, it was happening. There seemed to be nothing to do but suck it all in, this cheerless reality. When would it all end? Will things ever become brighter? She slumped down on the floor next to her heavy back pack, sulking as she looked at the sky wistfully, hoping her mom would arrive soon.

Friday, May 2, 2014

Free Theme: Chickened Out

I’m a real chicken when it comes to horror movies or scary stories. I avoid them whenever possible, because then I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, trying to push away all those scary thoughts or images. However, not so long ago I went to the movies and this trailer for a horror film came up between the commercials and FREAKED ME OUT.  It was supposedly based on a true event, in which a team of professionals studied a girl who was possessed by a demon. Technical advances in special effects nowadays allow filmmakers to produce images as scary as they want, even more for a trailer, so these super frightening sequences came up. But what made it all scarier was that I, being Catholic, believe--I KNOW--that sometimes demons possess people; I’ve heard of different cases from around the world, only they’re not as common as, say, street accidents or maybe those survival stories that are told in “I Shouldn’t Be Alive” episodes. SO I was all, “no, this is just cruel, how can you guys make a movie about this? Now no one’s gonna sleep”. I’ve always reasoned that as long as you’re close to God, you don’t have to fear facing such a situation. But this doesn’t stop the whole idea from being frightening and unsightly. I guess that it’s because of the logic behind it: beauty stems from what is good and harmonious, embodied in God, while foulness stems from the opposite, which is evil, embodied in demons, who oppose God. On the whole, I got real creeped out because it's a really dark concept. I felt that the filmmakers were exploring a raw source of evil.


            I suddenly remembered how in the Gospels, there are many occasions in which possessed people showed up. I've read the New Testament a couple of times already, and when I’d come to those parts, I’d say “Oh, look, another demon case. Yeah, that was normal in those times”, and keep on reading.  Since there are no details or specific descriptions in the writing, you don’t get to realize what’s really happening, unless you pause to think of it well, using your imagination.  Now I realize how creepy those events might have been. How could people LIVE, SLEEP in those times, when it was common to find demons haunting anybody? I don’t think one could get so easily accustomed to it, even if it were a usual happening.
            There’s this passage that I used to like a lot because I thought it was chilling and interesting, but now I won’t look at it the same way. The narrator introduces this possessed guy that spent his time screeching in a graveyard—this image is scary enough--and there was no way anyone could chain him or tie him up. One day Jesus shows up and the guy goes to him begging to be left alone. Jesus asks the demon its name, and it answers “Legion, because we’re a lot”. Okay. A whole bunch of demons inside a single human. I don’t know how I’d carry on having been possessed like that in the past. So, since Jesus was insisting on their leaving their host, they ask permission to possess a pig herd nearby, and Jesus’s like, yeah, yeah, now go! The demons then enter the herd, and the pigs go nuts! They go running like crazy until they commit suicide jumping off a cliff and drowning in the lake at the bottom! Man, that’s crazy! But it must’ve been a terrible sight because the herdsmen freak out and run to tell it to the village, and the entire village freaks out, too, and they go to Jesus and send him away (I didn't understand exactly why).





            All I can think now is that I should be grateful that extraordinary events like these aren't so common nowadays. By this time, the movie trailer’s effect on me has faded with the passing months, and I’m thankful for that, too. But when I chance upon such events in the Gospels again, I won’t forget the discovery I made.