Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Thoughts on: 'Half-Nelson'


Teaching is a demanding profession-one where you can't but help dredging out your soul from time to time and taking a hard look at it. It pushes you to want to do superhuman things some times. At the same time it makes you aware that despite all your good intentions that there are times when 'you' can't do anything. However,whether the story of a teacher's life needs to run like a scary chronicle of a dispirited junkie is highly debatable. Yes, it is a 'real' and 'authentic' story, but how much can we be pulled into wallowing in the mess and helplessness of a teacher, was a question I asked myself at various points in the film.

'Half-Nelson' made one mildly scornful of the protagonist. If that was the intention of the movie - it is a job well done. I suspect though, that the movie is meant to be a canvas of indulgent languidness - where one is supposed to soak in and even sympathize with the fogginess of the teacher. The non-fussy editing and the fact that there aren't many sub-layers to the story bolsters this apparent intention. The "friendship" between Drey (Shareeka Epps who was outstanding) and Dan (Ryan Gosling, the teacher) was beautifully sketched. They knew each other's most vulnerable sides- which they held with great dignity. It was refreshing to see that these vulnerabilities were not hacked to death with analysis and major soul-searching conversations - a risk that many teacher-student type movies (why even real-life situations) face.The dichotomy in Dan's life - where he passionately and consummately employs dialectics as a pillar of his pedagogy but uses none of it to reflect upon his life, came through quite neatly. On the whole, the film seemed to thrive on the understatedness of the mess that is the life of Dan and Drey.

Being a teacher myself, I could not but help being greatly involved with the film than just being a curious member of the audience. While I was able to appreciate the craft and the acting , the story itself had something to it that served as a thorn under my skin. Maybe because I was questioning the dramatizing (however understated it was) of a teacher's dysfunctionality. Maybe because I think we cannot afford to make 'art' of this dysfunctionality, the silver-lining end to the story notwithstanding.

Films do play a significant role in making us aware of realities that we ourselves do not and cannot experience. However, when 'reality' is portrayed as 'art' one has to look at it discerningly because Pathos - gritty or soppy is often the excuse.It almost is - in 'Half-Nelson'.

Thursday, May 3, 2007

The Jazz Hook

A musical phrase starts,seducing you into journeying with it. Just as you start going along driven by a need to find a destination,your lilting body in the way that it knows time anticipates the end, the phrase dives and opens up new possibilities. You don't resent that dive. You are seduced yet again, into journeying with the next phrase.

This the beauty that is jazz...

Somewhere in the warren of lanes between Russell St and Exhibition St, there lies a quaint jazz club. Locally referred to as the Bennetts Lane Jazz Club- for the past three days it has been a venue for the Melbourne Jazz Fringe Festival - a mini festival to whet the appetite for the big one - the 'Melbourne Jazz Festival' which begins today.

Yesterday the club was host to Senator Eugene Wright-a brilliant bassist who was a member of Dave Brubeck's quartet between the late fifties and sixties. You would remember him as that person who along with the mind-blowing drummer Joe Morello brought alive every note in the quartet's album- 'Time Out'.However last nights session didn't feature the icing-on-the-cake piece that is 'Take Five' (Paul Desmond's famous tune). But going by how happy and blessed I was feeling to actually see the man and hear the magic that his fingers create, I was prepared to even listen to a rendering of 'Ba-Ba Blacksheep'!

Collaborating with Joe Chindamo ( who recorded with the amazing Ray Brown) on the piano and Mike Jordan on the drums, Mr.Wright gently nudged us into a world where 'patterns' didn't matter. Every note created was used to steer us away from our need to predict. All you do is yield - not helpless,but intoxicated.

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For Muthu anna,
who introduced me to the world of jazz...who told me I should never look for anchors as long as I had my eyes,ears,mind and spirit open...who always asked after the welfare of these four...
......I shall keep them well anna.