Ken Russell’s A House in Bayswater, a dreamlike view of Notting Hill, a year I was born there

Posted in Uncategorized on February 12, 2015 by Asher Rospigliosi

A strange documentary, with a very posh, bohemian painter, and a youthful nudie photographer living under the watch of the eccentric, silver tressed Mrs Collins.
As the madness seeps out, it could be Performance, of a moment from the domestic life of Jerry Cornelius.

Leviathan, bleak picture of powerlessness in Russia

Posted in Uncategorized on February 8, 2015 by Asher Rospigliosi

I was swept along by Zyvagintsev’s Leviathan. His depiction of forces to great had real humanity. Kolia, whose sea front property the gangster mayor wants, is straight forward in his attempts to resist, and dismissive when a priest tries to remind him of the travails of Job. But the Stark bones of a whale on the beach are waiting, as is the inevitable downfall (SPOILER) the live whale, seem only once, presages the only death…. Though the threat of violence, whether from corrupt cops or gangster goons, or drunk men playing with guns, is always there.
While it told a big tale, the people were all very real, comparing it with the epic Norte, The End Of History, which I watched last week. The minor players in Leviathan were very beautifully fleshed, and shown trying to have humanity among such hard circumstances. I especially like the supporting couple, Pasha and Angela, often too drunk (as we’re everyone) but with good intentions.
Askef on BBC Front Row of he felt unpatriotic for showing Russia thus, I heard Zyvagintsev remind us of the place of melancholy art on Russia. Citing Dosteyovsky, Tolstoy and Tarkovsky, he quickly denied a place among them, but did see his film as part of that cultural milleau.

Pete Bradshaw says:
Leviathan review – a compellingly told, stunningly shot drama

Feathers number one, whimsy with an anime in Europe feel

Posted in art, comics on January 31, 2015 by Asher Rospigliosi

Nice simple story in issue one. A poor old man shelters a vulnerable child (with feathers), a father indulges an adventitious girl, against the wishes of her strict and conformist mum. Elegant guards chase ragged urchins through quasi antique,  European streets. A feathered boy intervenes against injustice and guards. A feel good first issue, with anime graphics and some charm.

Christmas thoughts: idren in the antipodes, those that are last are first

Posted in Uncategorized on December 24, 2014 by Asher Rospigliosi

I am well blessed to have a posse on the other side of the world. My sweet close brother Simon. Man who taught me more about music than any (though I know Thomo taught me reggae).
I miss you Simon, and it has been so nice to see you sharing your music love on Facebook this Christmas!
But along with Simon my first real kindred spirit at Brighton Business School (loved her since our first slow dance to Could You Be Loved, at Kev’s housewarming) and her lively family… My South Australia massive.
Then I got my Westies. Family, love Sista Mini & Mum (Bing, is an awesome, strong generous home maker)  and Dad. Bal, I love your quirky style. That creativity and outsider perspective enables me to understand Mitch (a bit).
And her boys! Man, I love those brothers i have trod the path with. When Les and Ed were both cult up for sleeping on Boca beach, our first night together in Cuba I knew I was lucky to know them. Feel like mi bredrin. Wish I could get them two in my tipi for a party at Glastonbury!
And I know I got a kindred tech brother in Gash, I am a nerd after his own heart, hoover know what I mean!
I even got a bro out west who is more inclined to sleep outside by a fire than me. Iwan, thanks for outside nights.
These last five years since I last made that big flight I have my aussie brother in tipi fields, Paul and his fam. And this Christmas he has Mt brother Rohan, and his lovely fsmily.
To all my Australian family: peace and love at Christmas, arms it has not evenreached UK yet

How to get away with Murder Episode 1

Posted in tv on December 22, 2014 by Asher Rospigliosi

Flashy visuals and fast cutting camera work made the first five minutes of the new show by Shonda Rhimes rush by, but even before the, 3 months earlier segue I get the feeling, that the show is trying too hard.
Viola Davis comes in pretty strong, and looks great on burgundy leather, but I feel unconvinced when she sheds a tear for her infidelity.
I think we will try another episode but it may be a case of more is less

Deadwood Season 3 Episode 1: masterpiece of plot building

Posted in Uncategorized on November 24, 2014 by Asher Rospigliosi


So many gently intertwined stands of story. Starting with an almost incomprehensible insult and killing, they were speaking cornish was there offence. EB gives inadvertent offence to Bullock and gets a beating that is almost lyrical (offscreen). Trixie is more lyrical than the school room couplets, when she betrays Stark for not anticipating Al’s plan for her to service Stark through a hole in the wall. And all the while Al and Hurst are jockeying for power.
This start to season three jumps in effortlessly to plot, power and people.

I watched Godard’s Alphaville (1965) last night with my dad

Posted in Uncategorized on August 9, 2014 by Asher Rospigliosi

I watched Alphaville last night with my dad. I am not familiar with the works of Godard other than À bout de souffle which I have watched twice in the last five years, and love.

Alphaville is a film I have read reviews of a number of times, in my childhood and teens. As a big science fiction fan, it was a film that I noted in Time Out magazine, whose reviews I read assiduously for many years, but there was a level of abstraction in that review, that meant I never quite got into Soho to see it, and don’t recall it being offered on TV.

Alphaville poster 1965The conceit of having a known shamus, Eddie Constantine, complete with his bricolage of trench-coat, felt hat and zippo lighter provides a fantastic, accessible context to the action. His direct to camera frankness and unaffected violence in the hotel room where he first encounters the ‘level three seductresses’ who service hotel clients, all gets the film off to a dynamic start.

The gradual acknowledgement of the manipulated minds of inhabitants of the city of Alphaville and the omniscience of the Alpha 60 computer is subtle and has resonance with the ambivalence I feel now about the pervasiveness of online mobile social media and the growth of algorithmic regulation.

Despite its many serious critiques of the impact of computers on how we might think, the film has a great humour and gusto. As Eddy asks a confederate about colleageus he lists Dick Tracy and Flash Gordon as allies whose fate he is concerned over!

The stylised violence has something in common with the punch-fests of the Batman TV show of the same era. The final scene as Eddie and Natacha flee the city, her mouthing of “Je vous aime” (“I love you”) is both funny and touching.


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