Saturday, May 31, 2008

For All the Wrong Reasons

Basing my decision solely on a positive review given by The Guardian, I bought my tickets to “For All the Wrong Reasons” with hardly any idea what I was in for; and after watching it, I still don’t know what I was in for, except for a whole lot of wicked fun and twisted questions.
"The success of the piece lies in its mix of emotional openness and ambiguity...spectacularly silly and touchingly simple" - The Guardian

Directed by Lies Pauwels and starring an eclectic (and in more than one aspect) cast of six, this Flemish theatrical fiesta is a discombobulating indulgence which serves up delightfully silly and simultaneously melancholic characters of most variable, and at times nebulous, personalities. Juggling many queries and not answering any of them, "For All the Wrong Reasons" is a burlesque exploration of our senseless humanity in this didactic world.

Among the many sights and sounds, here are some of the more memorable ones for me. Wayne Summerbell, who opened the production, played a gender bending role that vacillated between a cross-dressing bunny and macho band-boy twat. In his self contradicting manners, I see an admirably tormented creature who tries to find a role in a society bent on hating him. "Ich kann sie etwas lehren", I thought I heard him yell in German - and indeed.

I particularly enjoyed Suzanne Loudon's wayfaring gamine who was determinedly self-victimizing. I still find myself unable to stop laughing at the memory of her, after her jeremiad characteristic of the many self-righteous beings beleaguered by what we deem an uncaring society, bawling "and then the cat sneezed in my face!". Another verbosity was David Hoyle who's slick mannerisms elicited much laughter. I personally loved the scene when he mouthed, and subsequently belted, to the Bee Gees's "I Started a Joke" - a song that very accurately reflects the play's farcical obsession.

"How do people survive, and how much theatre do they play in everyday life? These are the basic questions."
What was most eye-opening, and I believe I speak not only for myself, was watching Kiruna Starnell perform. It was my first time seeing a midget (pardon me, but I'm not aware of any more socially acceptable term) live and though I found it hard to reconcile her physical stature, I was blown away by her vociferous tirades (which memorably featured the brilliant one-liner "everyone wants luxury to be a pain in the ass").

Delivering admirable performances too were Eleni Edipidi, acting as a manic love-craving woman, with her almost acrobatic choreography and Harley Bartles, who was really convincing in his "broken" roles, particularly that of the soldier tricked by good intention into sexing a child prostitute.

The set - which is a lowly raised green platform with lights hanging from poles around its perimetres and six chairs on either sides - was strangely alluring and kept me thinking of a carnivalesque boxing ring on which the characters fought through life and off which they jeered at one another. I was also fascinated by the cinematic screen which was used for occasional subtitles and credits - it brought me a strange sense of comfort, or complacency, that is so characteristic of a drive-in.

"For All the Wrong Reasons" is madness that is by turns poignant and hilarious, pretty and grotesque, senseless and ordered. It is most imperative to catch it in it's premier beyond Europe in Singapore - well, as in the words of the actors, if only "for all the wrong reasons".

Saturday, May 24, 2008

The Magical, Magnificent, Marvelous, Memorable, Mighty, Miraculous, Momentuous, Munificently Mealymouthed Monty Python!

It's god sent all the way from Ann Arbor, Michigan - The Complete Monty Python's Flying Circus 16-Ton Megaset - whoa hoo! A hunk of absurdist fun showered with blistering tears and bunny hops somewhere over the rainbow to that empty pot of platinum! Alas! This out-of-this-universe shuttle I've been pining for has arrived cashing in at a mere US$55 and, given the current forex, half the rip-off, daylight-robbery price of S$150 (S$149.90 actually, don't sue me) at HMV! So raspberries to all you un-Montys!! =P

Monday, May 5, 2008

Wenn der Winter Kommt

Ich habe kürzlich eine interessante deutsche Band entdeckt - die heißt "Element of Crime". Ich finde es sehr enttäuschend, dass die Leute in Singapur wenig Gelegenheiten haben, deutsche morderne Musik zu kennen lernen. Vom Album "Mittelpunkt der Welt" ist mein Lieblingslied "Wenn der Winter Kommt". Es erzählt von einem Mann, dem der Winter gefällt, weil seine Freundin wie derselbe Jahreszeit geheimnisvoll ist. Hier ist der Schlagertext:

During one of my recent cultural ventures, I discovered this German band called "Element of Crime". I'm not sure how popular it is in Germany, but I find its most recent studio album "Mittelpunkt der Welt" (Centre of the World), released in 2005, most charming. It is a great pity that in Singapore we do not get to know much about the contemporary German music scene, and much of my knowledge of it ended long before Stockhausen was buried last year. My favourite song from the above-mentioned album is entitled "Wenn der Winter Kommt" (When Winter Comes). Here are the lyrics:

Gefrorener Atem fällt klirrend vor mir in den Schnee
Es tut weh, wenn ein eiskalter Fuß an ein Hindernis stößt
Zum Naturfreund werd ich nicht mehr werden
Aber stolpernd folge ich dir
Durch deine Kindheitserinnerungswälder
Bis es dunkel wird, und dann folgst du mir

Am Himmel verblassen die Sterne
Deine Augen funkeln mich an
Seit ich dich kenne, mag ich es gerne
Wenn der Winter kommt - dann wird's früher dunkel

Eisige Wege erzwingen den Gang Arm in Arm
Warm wird mir überall da, wo du mich berührst
Auf Baggerseen soll man nicht wandeln
Aber vorsichtig folge ich dir
Auf das brüchige Eis deiner Jugend
Bis es dunkel wird, und dann folgst du mir

Am Himmel verblassen die Sterne
Deine Augen funkeln mich an
Seit ich dich kenne, mag ich es gerne
Wenn der Winter kommt - dann wird's früher dunkel

Da wo du wohnst funktioniert die Heizung nicht mehr
Und das Herz wird dir schwer, weil das Licht auf der Treppe nicht geht
Und du sagst das, als sei das die Wahrheit
Und fröhlich folge ich dir
Auf die Trampelpfade der Lüge
Bis es dunkel wird, und dann folgst du mir

Am Himmel verblassen die Sterne
Deine Augen funkeln mich an
Seit ich dich kenne, mag ich es gerne
Wenn der Winter kommt - dann wird's früher dunkel

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Vom Trockenen Garten

Come 'round this gard'n where perfumes reek
To find here what you do not seek
From death there springs new life again
Where once were flow'rs fall'n leaves are lain

It was by sheer serendipity I made this astonishing discovery today - Karl Blossfeldt (1865-1932), an art professor in the Berlin College of Art with a passion for plants. Although he never defined himself as a professional photographer, he devoted attention to capturing the geometrical beauty of plants with a camera of his own creation that can zoom up to 30 times the original size. Blossfeldt produced some 6000 plant pictures and is most well known for his publications Unformen der Kunst (Art Forms in Nature), Wundergarten der Natur (Magic Garden of Nature) and Wunder in der Natur (Magic in Nature). Here are some of his works:


Garlic, Flower Umbel, 6x





















Maidenhair Fern, Unfurling Fronds, 12x




















Gourd, Squash, Tendrils, 4x





















Mallow Family, Seed Capsule, 12x