Sunday, September 07, 2008
Sunday, July 06, 2008
leningrad time
Ленинградское время.
М.Трофименков (ИД "Ъ") о первом российском киберпанковском фильме
"Нирвану", игровой дебют документалиста Игоря Волошина, сдуру называют социальной драмой. Ну как же: зябкие бескрайние коммуналки Питера, герыч, дилеры, смертельные дозы. Всё это в фильме есть, но меньше всего Волошина волнуют проблемы социума. Хотя троица героев социально определена: Алиса (Ольга Сутулова) – медсестра, её соседи Вэл (Мария Шалаева) и Валера Мёртвый (Артур Смольянинов) – барменша и сторчавшийся ветеринар соответственно. Они много чего говорят о своей жизни, но все эти совершенно бытовые истории о побеге из опостылевшего города детства, анализах или родителях как-то пролетают мимо уха. Ведь город, в котором они живут, – не реальный Питер. Волошин ярко, полнокровно даже не придумал, а прозрел за его фасадами город Нигде, побратим городов из "Бразилии" или "Бегущего по лезвию". В этом городе, пустынном, окутанном испарениями подземелья, есть всё то же, что и в Питере, но это "то, да не то". Его топография – совсем не та, что на картах. По нему грохочут красные трамваи – кажется, без водителей. На его окраинах жгут костры чудные племена, словно пережившие глобальную катастрофу. Здесь пьют соевый соус из горла, под рукой держат на случай разборки не вульгарный пистолет, а кувалду, режут вены губной помадой и красят губы так, словно режут вены. Но загвоздка в том, что решительно непонятно, как определить жанр "Нирваны". Просто потому, что сравнивать её в России не с чем. Когда же фильм вызывает в памяти "Безумного Макса" или "Трахни меня", это ни в коем случае не плагиат и даже не цитирование. Просто один и тот же дух витает над великим Нигде-Везде, в которое превратился современный мир. Фильм – НЛО, которым любуешься и который пытаешься расшифровать. Когда видишь вампирский грим героев, их пирсинг, венецианские маски на лицах, кажется, что это фильм о фриках. Но сам фильм – и это понимаешь мгновенно – отнюдь не фрик. Да и с чего бы, кстати, быть фриком Алисе, профессионально циничной и хладнокровной, впервые вмазывающейся героином только в финале. Но и в самом начале она, хлопоча в больнице, выглядит, словно на готической вечеринке, и никого это не удивляет. Грим не стирается даже после яростной бабьей драки, даже после лихорадочных ломок. Его не смыть ни слезами, ни кровью. Потому что это не грим, не маски, не боевая раскраска, иначе фильм был бы гламурной чернухой. Это кожа героев – видимо, мутантов. И таким же гримом кажется ожог в пол-лица у дилера Ларуса (Михаил Евланов), который холит алый панковский гребень, держит личного повара и хранит как святыню скелет автомобиля, в котором его когда-то сожгли. Очень-очень приблизительно "Нирвану" можно, конечно, назвать киберпанком – первым в России. Но киберпанком без единого фантастического допущения, не говоря уже об андроидах, электрических овцах и говорящих дельфинах. Это киберпанк только в том смысле слова, что в "Нирване", как и в канонических образцах жанра, наступило не future, а no future. Будущее – здесь и сейчас, но его нет и не будет. И только в такой вселенной может свершиться, не показавшись сентиментальным, светлый и страшный, мистический катарсис, как в финале "Нирваны". Перед тем, как Алиса уйдёт из города Нигде, и зритель будет заворожённо слушать удаляющийся стук её каблуков.
Михаил Трофименков
Rolling Stone, июнь 2008
М.Трофименков (ИД "Ъ") о первом российском киберпанковском фильме
"Нирвану", игровой дебют документалиста Игоря Волошина, сдуру называют социальной драмой. Ну как же: зябкие бескрайние коммуналки Питера, герыч, дилеры, смертельные дозы. Всё это в фильме есть, но меньше всего Волошина волнуют проблемы социума. Хотя троица героев социально определена: Алиса (Ольга Сутулова) – медсестра, её соседи Вэл (Мария Шалаева) и Валера Мёртвый (Артур Смольянинов) – барменша и сторчавшийся ветеринар соответственно. Они много чего говорят о своей жизни, но все эти совершенно бытовые истории о побеге из опостылевшего города детства, анализах или родителях как-то пролетают мимо уха. Ведь город, в котором они живут, – не реальный Питер. Волошин ярко, полнокровно даже не придумал, а прозрел за его фасадами город Нигде, побратим городов из "Бразилии" или "Бегущего по лезвию". В этом городе, пустынном, окутанном испарениями подземелья, есть всё то же, что и в Питере, но это "то, да не то". Его топография – совсем не та, что на картах. По нему грохочут красные трамваи – кажется, без водителей. На его окраинах жгут костры чудные племена, словно пережившие глобальную катастрофу. Здесь пьют соевый соус из горла, под рукой держат на случай разборки не вульгарный пистолет, а кувалду, режут вены губной помадой и красят губы так, словно режут вены. Но загвоздка в том, что решительно непонятно, как определить жанр "Нирваны". Просто потому, что сравнивать её в России не с чем. Когда же фильм вызывает в памяти "Безумного Макса" или "Трахни меня", это ни в коем случае не плагиат и даже не цитирование. Просто один и тот же дух витает над великим Нигде-Везде, в которое превратился современный мир. Фильм – НЛО, которым любуешься и который пытаешься расшифровать. Когда видишь вампирский грим героев, их пирсинг, венецианские маски на лицах, кажется, что это фильм о фриках. Но сам фильм – и это понимаешь мгновенно – отнюдь не фрик. Да и с чего бы, кстати, быть фриком Алисе, профессионально циничной и хладнокровной, впервые вмазывающейся героином только в финале. Но и в самом начале она, хлопоча в больнице, выглядит, словно на готической вечеринке, и никого это не удивляет. Грим не стирается даже после яростной бабьей драки, даже после лихорадочных ломок. Его не смыть ни слезами, ни кровью. Потому что это не грим, не маски, не боевая раскраска, иначе фильм был бы гламурной чернухой. Это кожа героев – видимо, мутантов. И таким же гримом кажется ожог в пол-лица у дилера Ларуса (Михаил Евланов), который холит алый панковский гребень, держит личного повара и хранит как святыню скелет автомобиля, в котором его когда-то сожгли. Очень-очень приблизительно "Нирвану" можно, конечно, назвать киберпанком – первым в России. Но киберпанком без единого фантастического допущения, не говоря уже об андроидах, электрических овцах и говорящих дельфинах. Это киберпанк только в том смысле слова, что в "Нирване", как и в канонических образцах жанра, наступило не future, а no future. Будущее – здесь и сейчас, но его нет и не будет. И только в такой вселенной может свершиться, не показавшись сентиментальным, светлый и страшный, мистический катарсис, как в финале "Нирваны". Перед тем, как Алиса уйдёт из города Нигде, и зритель будет заворожённо слушать удаляющийся стук её каблуков.
Михаил Трофименков
Rolling Stone, июнь 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
adriana lima interview from us gq april 2008
There's the assumption—which we can neither endorse nor reject—that extraordinarily good-looking women aren't like the women you know. The theory is that women who inhabit the uppermost echelon of conventional beauty are so otherworldly, so demanding, so desired, that no ordinary semi-self-respecting man (i.e., you) could ever make them happy. Your best line? She's heard it. Your lavish gifts? She's got a drawerful, thank you. Your supersecret, private vacation island? She used to date the guy who owns it. These pampered, fawned-over creatures maintain expectations so outlandishly high that anyone who attempts to scale the heights required to meet them is destined for crushing failure and frustration.
Or that's the theory, anyway. But is it true? Hell if we know. So we asked the extraordinarily good-looking Adriana Lima to set the record straight. Here's her take.
Don't let me scare you.
Usually, guys are nervous. I think they are afraid of me. I don't think I look scary. Be however you are. Don't try to be what you're not. If you're nervous, be nervous. If you're shy, be shy. It's cute.
Put the Treo down and pay attention to me.
If you're having dinner with friends and they're always on the phone or always texting, it's just impolite. Unless it's something important—like someone is in the hospital or something—don't do it. It's not attractive. It's a girlie thing. It makes you seem like a teenage girl. Especially if you're talking about parties and which clubs you're going to and who's going to be there…it's just silly.
Get jealous…
I like jealous men. I love jealousy. I do. Everything has a limit, of course, but once in a while you have to stand up and say, "I love this person."
...but not violent.
It's never okay to defend my honor by beating someone up. You have to control yourself, even if the other person is drunk and crazy. Just say, "Let's go home. Let's leave." You don't have to say a thing to him. I never have to see that person for the rest of my life. I don't like fights. I don't like aggressive people.
Don't hit on my girlfriends!
(No matter how hot they are.)
Don't treat them like a piece of meat. Don't flirt with them! We're not competitive. It has happened before, and it never works.
A beautiful girl is a beautiful girl, not an accessory.
Don't change your personality when you get around people at a party, or don't walk in and think you're the hottest person because you have the hottest girl. If you start carrying me around like a trophy, it's not good.
Just remember, you're really dating the waiter.
A man needs to be polite, not just to me but to everyone. I watch that. How does he treat the waiter? How does he treat the coat-check girl? How does he treat the driver? Don't give orders to these people. You don't own everything around you. Treat people with respect.
Your first move should be no move at all.
Sometimes people are too aggressive. I need time to realize exactly who you are before I go out with you. Don't be pushy. Don't pressure me. "When can I see you? When can I meet you? When can we go out?" No. Take your time. When I'm ready, I'll make the move.
Make friends with your inner viscount.
Show me you can take care of me. Say you're taking me to dinner: I expect you to pick me up and open the car door for me. Hold the restaurant door while I enter and pull out the chair for me when I sit down. Stand up when I go to the restroom and again when I return. I love old-fashioned manners, as long as it's not forced. I can tell when it's natural or when someone is just trying to impress me.
Take me away.
(But not too far.)
When we're traveling together for the first time, we sleep in different rooms. That's the number one thing. And you should plan the whole trip. Buy the ticket, get the car to the airport, organize everything so I don't have to think about it. And yes, carry my bags. I don't travel light, either—at least two bags. Always. But if you say, "Oh, I'm going to fly you to Paris for the weekend," or something like that, make sure we know each other well first. I'm not going to fly a million miles with somebody I don't know.
A gift is only as good as the time, energy, and effort you put into it.
Sometimes people think they need to show you how successful they are and how much money they have, so they get you something too big. Don't do this. The simple thing is always the best. Write me a letter, because it shows that you made an effort and that you gave of yourself. I love that. I also love flowers. It could be even one flower. You don't have to buy something big to show that you love me.
But that doesn't mean you shouldn't aim high.
You know how you can have a star named after a person, as a gift? A few years ago, a friend of mine received this present from her husband, and I thought it was so romantic. I thought, Ohhhhhh. That's really amazing. That's unbelievable. This guy must really love her!
There is no such thing as casual dating.
I don't understand dating when you go with someone but you can see other people at the same time. Huh? I don't do that. I'm always serious. I've only had four or five relationships, and I've never stayed with anyone for less than one year. I don't date too much because I find it very difficult to find men who are willing to compromise, and when you're in a relationship you have to compromise. You have to make sacrifices. You can't just continue doing everything you did before.
Call your mom. For real.
It's important that a man has a good relationship with his family. Your family is your base—they make you who you are—and if you don't respect them, I don't think you can respect anyone else. If you have problems with them, you need to resolve those problems. And while I'm at it, treat my mother like your mother: with respect, with care. I love it when you ask about my family. You should always ask about how my family is doing, because in the future they may be your family, too.
Go home. Now.
You have to have limits—limits on everything: on drinking, on going out, on jealousy. Everything has to have a limit. Nothing too much is good.
Rethink those nurse fantasies.
When I'm sick, I want a lot of caresses. Make sure I eat. If you don't know how to cook, call and get food delivered. Go to the pharmacy and get the medication I need. Just take care of me until I get better. That's it. Simple. If you don't know what to do, ask me. Just say, "What do you need?" I will tell you. Whatever I tell you, do. That's it.
GQ / US Edition / April 2008
Or that's the theory, anyway. But is it true? Hell if we know. So we asked the extraordinarily good-looking Adriana Lima to set the record straight. Here's her take.
Don't let me scare you.
Usually, guys are nervous. I think they are afraid of me. I don't think I look scary. Be however you are. Don't try to be what you're not. If you're nervous, be nervous. If you're shy, be shy. It's cute.
Put the Treo down and pay attention to me.
If you're having dinner with friends and they're always on the phone or always texting, it's just impolite. Unless it's something important—like someone is in the hospital or something—don't do it. It's not attractive. It's a girlie thing. It makes you seem like a teenage girl. Especially if you're talking about parties and which clubs you're going to and who's going to be there…it's just silly.
Get jealous…
I like jealous men. I love jealousy. I do. Everything has a limit, of course, but once in a while you have to stand up and say, "I love this person."
...but not violent.
It's never okay to defend my honor by beating someone up. You have to control yourself, even if the other person is drunk and crazy. Just say, "Let's go home. Let's leave." You don't have to say a thing to him. I never have to see that person for the rest of my life. I don't like fights. I don't like aggressive people.
Don't hit on my girlfriends!
(No matter how hot they are.)
Don't treat them like a piece of meat. Don't flirt with them! We're not competitive. It has happened before, and it never works.
A beautiful girl is a beautiful girl, not an accessory.
Don't change your personality when you get around people at a party, or don't walk in and think you're the hottest person because you have the hottest girl. If you start carrying me around like a trophy, it's not good.
Just remember, you're really dating the waiter.
A man needs to be polite, not just to me but to everyone. I watch that. How does he treat the waiter? How does he treat the coat-check girl? How does he treat the driver? Don't give orders to these people. You don't own everything around you. Treat people with respect.
Your first move should be no move at all.
Sometimes people are too aggressive. I need time to realize exactly who you are before I go out with you. Don't be pushy. Don't pressure me. "When can I see you? When can I meet you? When can we go out?" No. Take your time. When I'm ready, I'll make the move.
Make friends with your inner viscount.
Show me you can take care of me. Say you're taking me to dinner: I expect you to pick me up and open the car door for me. Hold the restaurant door while I enter and pull out the chair for me when I sit down. Stand up when I go to the restroom and again when I return. I love old-fashioned manners, as long as it's not forced. I can tell when it's natural or when someone is just trying to impress me.
Take me away.
(But not too far.)
When we're traveling together for the first time, we sleep in different rooms. That's the number one thing. And you should plan the whole trip. Buy the ticket, get the car to the airport, organize everything so I don't have to think about it. And yes, carry my bags. I don't travel light, either—at least two bags. Always. But if you say, "Oh, I'm going to fly you to Paris for the weekend," or something like that, make sure we know each other well first. I'm not going to fly a million miles with somebody I don't know.
A gift is only as good as the time, energy, and effort you put into it.
Sometimes people think they need to show you how successful they are and how much money they have, so they get you something too big. Don't do this. The simple thing is always the best. Write me a letter, because it shows that you made an effort and that you gave of yourself. I love that. I also love flowers. It could be even one flower. You don't have to buy something big to show that you love me.
But that doesn't mean you shouldn't aim high.
You know how you can have a star named after a person, as a gift? A few years ago, a friend of mine received this present from her husband, and I thought it was so romantic. I thought, Ohhhhhh. That's really amazing. That's unbelievable. This guy must really love her!
There is no such thing as casual dating.
I don't understand dating when you go with someone but you can see other people at the same time. Huh? I don't do that. I'm always serious. I've only had four or five relationships, and I've never stayed with anyone for less than one year. I don't date too much because I find it very difficult to find men who are willing to compromise, and when you're in a relationship you have to compromise. You have to make sacrifices. You can't just continue doing everything you did before.
Call your mom. For real.
It's important that a man has a good relationship with his family. Your family is your base—they make you who you are—and if you don't respect them, I don't think you can respect anyone else. If you have problems with them, you need to resolve those problems. And while I'm at it, treat my mother like your mother: with respect, with care. I love it when you ask about my family. You should always ask about how my family is doing, because in the future they may be your family, too.
Go home. Now.
You have to have limits—limits on everything: on drinking, on going out, on jealousy. Everything has to have a limit. Nothing too much is good.
Rethink those nurse fantasies.
When I'm sick, I want a lot of caresses. Make sure I eat. If you don't know how to cook, call and get food delivered. Go to the pharmacy and get the medication I need. Just take care of me until I get better. That's it. Simple. If you don't know what to do, ask me. Just say, "What do you need?" I will tell you. Whatever I tell you, do. That's it.
GQ / US Edition / April 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
southland tales
So let's go back to Kiss Me Deadly, which appears twice in the film and is clearly a major influence on Kelly. Aldrich's film is a joke at everyone's expense, a contemptuous reading of a Mike Hammer novel portraying Hammer as a dull-witted thug incapable of understanding the true stakes of what's around him. Even the entire genre of detective novels is held up for ridicule when the McGuffin at the center of the story turns out to be anything but irrelevant. The acting ranges from lumpen to histrionic and never matches the unstable material. But unlike Southland Tales, it comes together to damn every bit of its source material and America with it. In Southland Tales, things are inverted: the fools understand and we do not, because the fools are generating their own story, and we--and I include director Kelly in that--are getting caught in it.
Monday, May 16, 2005
cannes fest
The 58th Cannes Film Festival is in the full swing and tonight a new movie by the Danish filmmaker Lars von Trier is gonna be shown to the audience. I'm not a big fan of LvT but still hope his new brainchild will prove to be a good match to its predecessor which is Dogville.
Here are first stills of "Manderlay".
Sunday, January 16, 2005
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