Monday, 31 May 2010

Dead Man Walking (1995)

With an Oscar-winning performance from Susan Sarandon, Dead Man Walking (written and directed by Tim Robbins) is pretty harrowing. It traces the relationship between death-row inmate Matthew Poncelet (Sean Penn) and the local nun to whom he turns for spiritual guidance in the days leading up to his scheduled execution. Matt has been convicted of the rape and murder of two young lovers and is awaiting execution by lethal injection on death row. Sarandon plays Sister Helen Prejean (on whose book the film is based) with all the angst the part requires; she's a nun who has devoted herself to God and to helping the less fortunate, Prejean faces a moral crisis as she tries to reconcile her anti-death penalty views with the truth of Poncelet's actions and the pain felt by the victims' families. Heavy duty, thought-provoking and duly heaped with Oscar nominations.

Bad hair day throughout for Sean Penn. Cameo role for a young Jack Black as one of Poncelet's brothers. Excellent final credits song by Bruce Springsteen.

An eye for an eye? IMDB 7.6/10

Rather liked the following parody, which I found while picture researching:























Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) 
wrote the following poem in 1899, 
but it is unconnected with the term used in US prisons.

They hail me as one living,
 But don’t they know
That I have died of late years,
 Untombed although?

I am but a shape that stands here,
 A pulseless mould,
A pale past picture, screening
 Ashes gone cold.

Not at a minute’s warning,
 Not in a loud hour,
For me ceased Time’s enchantments
 In hall and bower.

There was no tragic transit,
 No catch of breath,
When silent seasons inched me
 On to this death. . . .

A Troubadour-youth I rambled
 With Life for lyre,
The beats of being raging
 In me like a fire.

But when I practised eyeing
 The goal of men,
It iced me, and I perished
 A little then.

When passed my friend, my kinsfolk
 Through the last Door,
And left me standing bleakly,
 I died yet more;

And when my Love’s heart kindled
 In hate of me,
Wherefore I knew not, died I
 One more degree.

And if when I died fully
 I cannot say,
And changed into the corpse-thing
 I am to-day.

Yet is it that, though whiling
 The time somehow
In walking, talking, smiling,
 I live not now. 

Sunday, 30 May 2010

Happy Buddha

Fine example of a Happy Buddha Japanese Netsuke




Harry Brown (2009)

Darkly violent and poignant movie about endemic drugs and crime amid a London sink estate. Former Marine, Harry Brown (Michael Caine), a widowed Northern Ireland veteran and senior citizen lives on an Elephant and Castle housing estate rapidly descending into serious youth crime. Harry takes up vigilante methods to curb crime after an old friend is murdered. IMDB 7.5/10


From The Grauniad filmblog:


The Tories have taken to presenting Harry Brown as somehow authenticating their "Broken Britain" campaign. "Once in a while, a movie comes along that has genuine social and political content and deserves to be treated as a commentary on contemporary mores," avers former Spectator editor Matthew d'Ancona. Apparently, the Brit vigilante flick "most definitely falls into this category". The film "portrays a society that is utterly disfigured." All Londoners should see it, because it will show them "the brutal reality" of life on their city's "forgotten estates, especially south of the river". (The writer begs to differ ...read on here)

Oren Lavie - Her Morning Elegance




Original above and on the Oren Lavie site here
Frame-by-frame: HME Gallery
Parody below