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Tangerine, the perfect Christmas Eve movie

Posted in Uncategorized on December 25, 2015 by Asher Rospigliosi

A real movie for friends thru thick and thin.  The need for dreams is very high, but this folk captures a real intensity of life on the streets. On a sun bleached Christmas Eve.
guardian review here :
Tangerine review – one-crazy-night transgender drama has real energy


Diary of a teenage girl – subtle examination of a girls sexuality featuring a UG Comix sensibility

Posted in Uncategorized on August 5, 2015 by Asher Rospigliosi

I got the benefit of seeing a preview of this film, without having read any reviews or press coverage, and with low expectations. Really pleased to find a subtle examination of a girls sexuality, and great touches of comics culture, with Aline Kominsky appearing and many graphics in the film featuring a Comix / UG sensibility. I had not come across Phoebe Gloeckner’ graphic novel. It is great to see such good use of comics in American cinema, besides the use of stock Marvel tropes.

The underlying themes of healthy sexual desire, the need for affirmation and love, and the role of power in sex were all explored in a manner that did not force the viewer to conform with the writer / director director Marielle Heller’s perspective, though the happy ending was more upbeat than some of Minnie’s (Bel Powley) darker moments might have warranted. To that extent the story arc was a conventional American film maker’s slice of narrative.

But, Minnie was given plenty of space to be an individual and Powley gave her a physical gawkiness that did not deny her emerging adulthood, but also showed her as a child. Early on, her enthusiasm that she just got fucked comes down with a bump, as her friend reacts in disgust and Powley’s face is so transparent, it is painful. As is much of the early part of the film, as the moral ambiguity of the relationship with the older father figure, Monroe (Alexander Skarsgård) is left open.

Quite interested to see how the Barbara Speed in the New Statesman links this to Dunham’s HBO Girls

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

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

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.