Thursday, May 19, 2005

Mummy, I Don't Want To Die!

A brief round-up of news and links is slightly overdue, then, in a week overshadowed by the news of Kylie's diagnosis that she has breast cancer at 37. Difficult to write anything about this without sounding either mawkish or heartless, so best leave it at wishing her a speedy recovery. And if she can survive that album the Manic Street Preachers wrote for her, Dead Kenny's betting she can pretty much tough out anything.

No such hope left, sadly, for actor/comedian Frank Gorshin (aka The Riddler from the 60s Batman TV show) who's left more questions than answers following his death from all sorts of complications at the age of 72.

Still, Parallax View isn't just for the morbid side of life, and congratulations are due to the Happy Hammers who overcame Ipswich 2-0 in the play-off semi-final second leg to book their place in the Play-Off Final on Bank Holiday Monday (30th). Was a professional display from Pardew's men but with our inconsistent defending nothing should be taken for granted in the final.

Further congratulations are due to Nath who's clearly not been too crunk to fuck as she has a Belgian 'bun in the oven'. So this is what bloggers get up to when they go on 'hiatus'. Well done, Nath, but keep the webcam running next time, willya?

Talking of sex, death and motherhood, Christopher Honore's Ma Mere (2004) features Isabelle Huppert as a wayward mum offering interesting ways to keep her son (Louis Garrel) occupied following the sudden death of his father on holiday in the Canary Islands. Based on Georges Bataille's controversial 70s novel, the film has echoes of Bertolucci's Luna, Visconti's Death In Venice, and, in its depiction of sexual transgressions and libertinism amongst middle-class Europeans abroad, the literature of Michel Houellebecq.

Ma Mere took something of a critical hammering on its limited release in UK cinemas to co-incide with Mothering Sunday (warning: this is NOT a film to watch with mother) but if you're comfortable with the texture and pacing of European art cinema and aren't easily offended, this nonetheless makes for pretty compelling viewing. Dead Kenny certainly found it a much more convincing and affecting work than Bertolucci's much lauded The Dreamers (also starring Garrel in semi-incestuous shenanigans), the sex isn't particularly graphic or gratuitous, and the film heads off into more interesting directions than the basic plot premise might suggest, shuddering into a climax that lingers long in the mind.


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