Acting Like a Thief

I finally watched this documentary that was sent to me a few weeks ago called Acting Like a Thief. It is about the a street theatre organization in India from the Chhara community, a group that was labeled by the British as a “criminal tribe.” The disctrimination continues to this day. This is what taking community action via theater is about.

Also related, the Human Rights Watch report on discrimination against the Dalit community in India.

Solla Solla Enna Perumai

Via Sepia Mutiny, one of the most awesome videos I’ve ever seen — a song from the 1981 Tamil film Ellaam Inbamayam and starring the rather famous actor Kamal Haasan (or if you’re IMDB, Kamal Hassan). He was awarded the Padmashri, but I would venture to guess that this particular video is not his finest acting moment. He does, however, have what some might call “the funk.”

UPDATE : he really likes gold lame boots and vests, it seems.

day 3 report

Another late start, another late night. Today was Japanese day. We hit up the Sunshine movie theater for the ham-handed film Steamboy, by the creator of Akira. Pretty standard fare in the “technology has a dark side,” “science is running amok,” and “children and old people are the only ones who can see the truth” genre of anime. The treatment was more didactic than Miyazaki, and the story was a little formulaic. I think the story and characters were lifted from a manga, and so had to develop faster on screen in one story than they could over the course of several stories in print.

From there we searched, first unsuccessfully, and then successfully, for Koi (2nd Ave and 11th), a Japanese restaurant with probably the best sushi I’ve ever had. We both got tasting plates, but Adam’s came with three appetizers, which we split. As a starter we each had a piece of nigiri — eel for him and fresh octopus for me. The rice was still warm, which was a new touch for me. Then came the appetizers: sea urchin, sweet shrimp, and mackerel sashimi.

The sea urchin was fresh, served in the urchin itself. Normally I don’t like urchin, but this was pretty tasty, especially with lemon and a little wasabi. The shrimp continued the slimy theme, and were served with the heads on. Ahain, pretty tasty, and there were enough for us to explore combinations with the soy, wasabi, lemon, daikon, and carrot. They took the heads away and fried them in a little tempura batter to create a little sweet postlude. The mackerel sashimi was excellent — it came in a little pile atop a slice of lemon in front of the fish that it came from, pinned into a “U” by a bamboo skewer through tail and neck. The final touch was a sprinkling of scallions and sesame seeds. A little lemon, mackerel, daikon, wasabi and soy made an excellent combo, as did lemon, mackerel, and shrimp head. The appetizers were almost a meal in themselves.

The tasting plate had 8 nigiri and 4 maki (tuna). The highlight was a massive piece of sea eel, easily 4 times as long as its pedestal of rice. It was sweet and melted in the mouth. The fatty tuna was also delicious, and I swapped Adam my urchin for his mackerel. There was one other mackerel-like fish whose name I didn’t catch, a fresh squid, a crab, and one or two others. The best part about the tasting platter I thought was that it didn’t intersect at all with the kind of nigiri combinations you get at other sushi places, but had a whole set of tastes that were new to me. To pair with

After all that food I was in a coma and we retired to a very Asian tea house at St. Mark’s and 3rd Ave. Alp’s or something or the other. I had a passion fruit green tea which tasted mostly like warm passion fruit juice concentrate and not at all like tea. It was too sickly sweet. The place reminded me of boba joints near Berkeley’s campus — a very similar crowd, but this place (like everywhere in NY) was open later. Damn you, Bay Area. We had a bottle of not-so-dry but oh-so-smooth sake (Shirakabegura), and a less sweet nigori (Shirakawago) to go with the meal.

Improbably, Dave Taylor was also in NY and we met up with him and went to the Angel’s Share, a Japanese bar on 9th and St. Mark’s just down the street from the okonomiyaki place and the St. Mark’s bookstore. It’s a small place upstairs with seating only, expensive cocktails, and a nice ambience. I had a manhattan that came with a black cherry rather than the usual maraschino. It was very well mixed. The Sazerac that I had afterwards was a little too strong on the anise but at least they knew had to make it. I had a little sip of Dave’s negroni, which is a drink I’m just getting into now, and regretted my order. The bar went from crowded with people waiting for a table to half-empty in the two hours we were there, which made it even nicer and harder to leave, but sweet sweet sleep called to us and we packed it in.

film wishlist

Movies I wanted or want to see, but probably will have watch on video because I have no time:

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
Hotel Rwanda
Moolaade
Vera Drake
The Saddest Music In The World
Dogville
Garden State
Closer
Zaitoichi
Maria Full of Grace
House of Flying Daggers
Hero
The Five Obstructions
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Bad Education

Many others as well, I’m sure. But I did see Sideways, and I thought it was beautiful. There’s some beautiful acting in there, and well-handled monologues, especially when Miles and Maya are talking on the porch.

My Man Godfrey

My Man Godfrey is a screwball comedy about a wealthy family that takes a homeless guy (a “forgotten man” in the parlance of the film) and makes him their butler. The play opens at a public dump near the East River in New York. Two wealthy sisters scramble down and the older one offers Godfrey (William Powell), a resident, $5 if he will go with them to the Ritz hotel. They are competing in a scavenger hunt, which, in the words of the younger sister, is like “a treasure hunt, only instead of looking for things which everyone wants, we look for things which nobody wants.” For their hunt they need to bring in a forgotten man, and Godfrey would fit the bill nicely. Godfrey, for his part, sees this little power game for what it is, and pushes the older sister into an ashpile.
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I win

I won the GreenCine trivia contest and won the prize, a copy of Coffee and Cigarettes. Now I can watch Alfred Molina lay into Steve Coogan as often as I want. Muwahahahaha.

And in other news, The Arcade Fire‘s new CD, Funeral, is really really good. It will be my favorite for a while I think.

Prick Up Your Ears

I recently saw Prick Up Your Ears, a biopic based on a book based by John Lahr (played by Wallace Shawn) about Joe Orton (played by Gary Oldman), a promising and very funny British playwright who was murdered by his ex-lover, Ken Halliwell (played by Alfred Molina). To those who say Oldman and Molina are not good actors, this film should prove you wrong. It’s a fine bit of work, and quite riveting for the entire 110 minutes. The director Stephen Frears of My Beautiful Laundrette fame, another gem of a film. And I’m not saying that because it has brown people in it.