Sunday, June 26, 2022

Belfast

This mostly black & white film is worth watching for the cinematography alone though that is not its only positive attribute.  Set in 1969-70, at the beginning of The Troubles in Northern Ireland, it is the story of a Protestant family living in a predominantly Catholic neighborhood in Belfast as told through the eyes of the youngest son.

Belfast is directed by Kenneth Branagh, who also wrote the screenplay.  Branagh, born in Belfast, was eight years old when The Troubles began.  His Protestant family lived in a predominantly Catholic neighborhood and his father, just like the dad in the film, was a plumber and joiner who traveled to England to find work to support the family.

The film swings between the idyllic parts of childhood and frightening outbreaks of violence, and it is very frightening when it starts on the screen.  Branagh has sympathy for all those caught up in the situation, and nothing but disdain for those who promoted sectarian hatred.  Because it is told through the perceptions of a boy too young to understand what is going on around him, some scenes are exaggerated and there are a couple that are clearly fantasies of how the child would like to remember those days and his parents.  Very moving and very disturbing at times.

As a young man, Branagh directed and starred in the finest Shakespeare ever put on film, Henry V.  If you haven't seen it, do so.  And watch it with a copy of the play with you to appreciate the brilliance of Branagh's adaptation.

Saturday, June 25, 2022

Still Reelin' In The Years

I can't cry anymore/ while you run around

Break away

Just when it seems so clear/ that it's over now

Drink your big Black Cow/ and get out of here

A half century later Donald Fagen and his reconstituted Steely Dan are still at it (Fagen's partner and collaborator, Walter Becker, passed in 2017).  This is from their current tour.  

Some characterize the Dan's music as Dad Rock.  I'm fine with that, though in my case it would be more accurate to call it Grandpa Rock. 


Friday, June 24, 2022

A New Day

Something I doubted I'd ever see.  Emirates Airlines, the carrier of the United Arab Emirates, has started direct jet service to Israel.  Things are really changing in the Middle East.  Rivalries and alliances are being recalibrated.  Wonderful to see.


I've flown Emirates twice to India and it is an excellent carrier, new aircraft, great service.  Both times I transferred planes in Dubai and being in that terminal for several hours was quite an experience as planes arrive from all over the world and an astonishing variety of passengers disembark and make their way to connecting flights.

Walking Hanoi

About a decade ago Chris Arnade traded in his career as a Wall Street bond trader for documenting via photography and prose the lives of poor people, first across America, more recently, across the world.  He's currently reporting on his visit to Hanoi, along with some reflections on comparing life there to America.  He's well worth reading on Substack or following on Twitter.  This is one of his finest reports.  A sample:

All of this makes walking in Hanoi a constant game of risk management. Will I trip over the cages of geese being sold, or twist my ankle on the bricks holding down the piles of clothes being sold, or will the log from the trees being trimmed by someone who looks to be charging people to do that, drop on my head? Or will the moped hauling ice hit me? Or will the moped hauling bananas be distracted by the log about to drop on the moped hauling garbage, hit me?

Despite all of that, there’s a weird counterintuitive functionality to the chaos, that once you get an intuitive feel for, becomes orderly, and you can move around quickly, crossing roads more easily than in the US.1

The biggest obstacle to walking in Hanoi isn’t the infrastructural nastiness, but the continual offers of hospitality. It is an exceedingly generous and warm city. Perhaps the most I have ever been in.

You cannot, certainly as a foreigner, pass along an alley of open homes, stores, and through the plazas of kids playing badminton, older women dancing, without being asked to join. To sit down, then given a drink (No no no way you’re paying. Absolutely not. That is clear), then offered the best cuts of what they are eating. Or even be asked to come inside their home and have a meal and do some shots of 8 year old rice wine.

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Sign O' The Times

We started our return trip to the States from the Bordeaux airport, which was plastered with signs and frequent announcements (in French and English) that verbal or physical assaults on airport or airline employees would result in arrest and prosecution.  Looks like the deterioration in behaviors we've seen recently in the U.S. is not limited to our country.

Saturday, June 11, 2022

Double Shot

Here's a Saturday night song for you!  I'd forgotten about this one when I did the post on One-Hit Wonders of the 60s.  Need to go back and add it.  And how's The Swingin' Medallions for a hip name?  Also one of the greatest uses of the Farfisa organ in that decade.  From 1966.

Wonder how far they'd get with these lyrics today:

Woke up this morning, my head was so bad
The worst hangover that I ever had
What happened to me last night
That girl of mine, she loved me so right (yeah) (oh, oh)
She loved me so long and she loved me so hard
I finally passed out in her front yard (whoo)
It wasn't wine that I had too much of
It was a double shot of my baby's love