In Bruges, 4 months…

Thanks to the San Francisco Film Society, Carol and I just saw 2 outstanding films in two days and they couldn”t have been more different.

Below are plot summaries of each and there are compelling reviews of each on the internet. I will simply say see them when you can.

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We saw 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days in the Dolby Screening Room, and the room was an experience in itself. It’s in a renovated brick industrial building South of Market, exquisitely detailed with oak in a crisp art deco style. It seats about 120 in individual armchairs, and since the chairs are large, the room is big enough for a full blown screen. We formed an intimate relationship with the characters during the film and it was a privilege to see it in such a venue.

The New York Times synopsis:
In “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days,” a ferocious, unsentimental, often brilliantly directed film about a young woman who helps a friend secure an abortion, the camera doesn”t follow the action, it expresses consciousness itself. This consciousness — alert to the world and insistently alive — is embodied by a young university student who, one wintry day in the late 1980s, helps her roommate with an abortion in Ceausescu’s Romania when such procedures were illegal, not uncommon and too often fatal. It’s a pitiless, violent story that in its telling becomes a haunting and haunted intellectual and aesthetic achievement. “4 Months” deserves to be seen by the largest audience possible, partly because it offers a welcome alternative to the coy, trivializing attitude toward abortion now in vogue in American fiction films, but largely because it marks the emergence of an important new talent in the Romanian writer and director Cristian Mungiu. — Manohla Dargis, The New York Times

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In Bruges

The Film Society held a special screening of Martin McDonagh‘s new film IN BRUGES at Landmark’s Embarcadero Center Cinemas on Tuesday, January 29, at 7:30 pm. Martin McDonagh was in attendance and participated in a Q+A after the film.

The film follows two hit men (Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson) who, after a botched job, are sent on extended leave to Bruges, where they find themselves forced to interact with the townspeople in intriguing and funny ways. The feature debut from Martin McDonagh, the award-winning Irish playwright and Academy Award winner for his short Six Shooter, opened this year’s Sundance Film Festival, which described it as “deliriously funny, pointed and perverse, yet sad, thoughtful and infused with a moral vision that resonantly reflects today’s surreal world.” The film opens in the Bay Area on February 9.

Three Films, Five Days

PARANOID PARK
A San Francisco
Film Society Benefit
Plus a book signing for CINEMA NOW

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On December 8, join us for a benefit screening of Gus Van Sant’s new film, Paranoid Park, which won the 60th Anniversary Award at the Cannes Film Festival this year. At once a dreamlike portrait of teen alienation and a boldly experimental work of film narrative, Paranoid Park finds Gus Van Sant at the height of his powers. Alex, a withdrawn high-school skateboarder (Gabe Nevins) struggles to make sense of his involvement in an accidental death: He recalls past events across tides of memory, and expresses his feelings in a diary that is, in fact, the movie we are watching. The extraordinary skating scenes, filmed by cinematographers Christopher Doyle and Rain Kathy Li in a lyrical mixture of Super 8 and 35mm, depict their subjects soaring in space, momentarily free of the earthly troubles of adolescence. The screening will take place at 7 pm at the Letterman Digital Arts Center Premiere Theatre in the Presidio. Tickets are on sale now ($12 SFFS members, $15 general). The screening will be preceded at 6:15 pm by a personal appearance of author Andrew Bailey signing copies of his new book, Cinema Now, a Taschen publication that examines the work and key themes of 60 filmmakers working around world today, from the cream of the crop of young Hollywood to the new wave of Asian mavericks to burgeoning auteurs from Europe and Latin America. Special thanks to IFC Films. [From SFFS publicity] Continue reading “Three Films, Five Days”

RE-Furnished

MY CHAIR

This was MY chair.

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Ever since architecture school I wanted an Eames Chair, but they were too expensive. I got a good job after the Navy and we shopped for an Eames Chair, but of course, the price had gone up, still out of our reach. As my salary went up so did the chair, always just beyond our means.

When we were moving to San Francisco in the summer of 1992 — after I had moved but before Carol came with the bulk of our furniture — Carol found a used Eames Chair at a classic furniture dealer in Boston. We bought it.

Just after the turn of this century, it broke. You see, the back is attached to the seat at the arm; that connection gave way. See those two bolts just below the arm? That’s how it was fixed, but by 2003 it broke again. Irreparable.

Just before Christmas of ’03 we went shopping and settled on a leather club chair as a replacement. Continue reading “RE-Furnished”

Brian’s Place

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the garage with the house behind… the gate is behind Eric

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the gate on the left… you can just see the peak of the roof in the trees

Friday 19 October
Our mission: Collect Eric and Alison at the airport at 9:00am. I slept well in Brian’s fine guest bed and woke up at 7:15. No coffee — no nothin” — in the house, so we left for the airport a little before 8:00 to coffee up there. Brian left detailed instructions on getting to the airport, but they bore no reference to the city map, so if we got lost,
Never mind, just go for it.
Continue reading “Brian’s Place”

Getting to Montpellier

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Thursday 18 October, 2007
We left a call at our Barcelona hotel for 6:30 to have breakfast and get to the station for our 8:45 train to Montpellier. I was really looking forward to that train — Haven”t been on a train since, who knows? — Carol said we”ll have a story for Paula. A train story.

As it turned out, our train story was very short. We got to the station and carried our bags to the gate. “Montpellier,”

A large woman was standing in the archway leading to the platforms. “There is no train to Montpellier today,” is all the woman said, except, “Go to Information.” She pointed left.

Information said there was a strike in France. He would stamp our ticket not used, and we could get a refund at the Montpellier station. [That turned out not to be true. We eventually got our refund by mail from White Plains NY.] Continue reading “Getting to Montpellier”

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STANSTED MOUNTFITCHET
Our come-down jet lag cure wasn”t as dramatic as Eric and Alison’s, but pleasurable and effective, nonetheless.

Flight schedules were such that we had a four-hour window to get from our Virgin Atlantic flight at Heathrow to an easyJet flight from Stansted airport to Barcelona. Doable, but what if,

So we decided to spend a day in England to wind down, giving us one day and four hours to make that connection.

We took the bus to the Stansted airport and got a taxi from there to the Chimneys Bed and Breakfast in Stansted Mountfitchet, a quintessential English town nearby. There was nothing to do but walk, eat, sleep and shower, and that’s just what we did. Continue reading “m&c Europe 07 1”

City Life

An Urban Dweller’s Experience in Two Installments.

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BACKGROUND
When he moved to 1367 Union in San Francisco, it was his first experience as an urban dweller. He moved from a suburb, a dense suburb to be sure, but still, it had detached houses, lawns and driveways. Here in the city, houses are against one another and folks live over or under one another and there are always more cars than places to park.

As an introduction to a facet of the urban experience, John, his landlord who lived above him, instructed him on how to call the cops when someone obstructed the driveway. John said he should be ruthless.

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The trouble comes from the downhill side of the driveway. At the curb, there is barely space for three cars, and it’s tight. Any big car or SUV makes it almost impossible to fit three, so the front car often extends over the red curb, or worse, over the curb cut of the driveway. Continue reading “City Life”

Bill Walsh, A Celebration

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It was a perfect San Francisco day at Candlestick Park on Friday, August 10th; sun drenched and about 70 degrees, the sky a picture quality “California blue.” I was amazed when I stepped onto the field; the grass was cut to a uniform one-inch height, flat and green as a billiards table, yet with a little spring to each step and not a blemish in sight.

Chris Berman, was honored and awed by his role as emcee and brought just the right tone to the proceedings with dignity and humor. He began by introducing a video biography of Bill Walsh, put together by NFL Films.

The Grace Memorial Church Ensemble sang an incredible upbeat rendition of Amazing Grace.

Mayor Gavin Newsome proclaimed that this field where we were sitting would forever be known as Bill Walsh Field, as he held aloft a framed City Proclamation. Steve Young remarked, “This field looks a little better than what I was used to, no dirt infield.” Continue reading “Bill Walsh, A Celebration”

Love a Parade

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I heard about the parade on the morning of the All Star Game. It was to start at Pier 31 and traverse a red carpet on the Embarcadero to the Willie Mays Statue at the main entrance to AT&T Park. How on earth could I resist?

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I got a prime spot on the rail near the Second Street entrance to the ballpark. I had a good view toward Pier 31,

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as well as down the front of the ballpark.

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A local TV reporter interviewed one of the many mascots on hand for the occasion… this is the Indians whozis. Continue reading “Love a Parade”

Andy Warhol Museum

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I walked up Carson Street on the Southside looking for a bottle of water, some gum, a bank machine and a bus stop. I found all those things. The street was lined with traffic in both directions. The bus stop was in the sun with no shade and no bus in sight. I asked a woman at the bus stop if I walked up the street, could I find a taxi? “I don”t think so,” she said, she was wearing a Steelers number 78 v-neck tee shirt. I asked her about the bus fare. “$1.75, $2.25 with a transfer.”

Eventually a bus came; it was freezing cold inside. I got off downtown at PPG Plaza, thinking I could get a taxi there. No such luck. I spotted a taxi, parked, with his flashers on. “Are you available?” I asked.

“I”m waiting for someone. You have to call for a taxi, they don”t cruise in Pittsburgh.” He handed me a taxi receipt with a phone number. I started walking toward the Omni Hotel, there would be taxis there. When I got to the corner of Fourth and Wood I stopped in the shade and looked at my map. It’s five more blocks to the Omni. I called the number. “Right away Marcus,” the woman said. I waited in the shade. And waited, fuck this; I started walking to the Warhol. Seven blocks plus the bridge, I”ll flag a taxi if I see one.

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The Warhol Bridge and a striking new building I know nothing about. Continue reading “Andy Warhol Museum”