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The Murga Dancers Of Carnival, Caprichosos De San Telmo

Caprichosos De San Telmo

Of the five music-related documentaries that I saw at the Toronto International Film Festival this year, four were about internationally famous pop and rock artists, and the other was about a group of working class musicians who live on the fringes of society in Buenos Aires and perform a style of African-influenced song and dance known as Murga.

This might sound like a particularly easy game of One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other, but the film, Caprichosos De San Telmo, really isn’t so far removed from its more famous and mainstream counterparts. The group, also known as Caprichosos De San Telmo, might face a different cultural and financial reality than U2, Paul McCartney and Neil Young, but their musical experiences — the sacrifices they make for their craft, the creative process, and the pure joy and beauty of expression — are remarkably similar.

I had a chance to talk to director Alison Murray about the film, the band and the politics of Murga dancing during the festival. Here are some of the highlights:

How did you first discover Caprichosos De San Telmo?

About two and a half years ago, I was walking around in the neighbourhood of San Telmo, pushing my daughter in her stroller, she must have been six months at the time. I was trying to get her to stop crying, and I heard this drumming. I started walking towards the drumming and, as the drumming got louder, she fell asleep. I thought “OK, this works,”  so I kept going until I found the source of the noise, and I saw this Murga rehearsing in the park. I was just fascinated by the rhythms and the dancing, but particularly the dancing, because I have a long relationship with dance and filming dance. It just seemed so obviously African, and yet there were no African faces in the group. That led me to explore the history of Africans in Buenos Aires and I learned that there had been a huge African population that’s now pretty much gone.

Did you know almost immediately that you wanted to make a film about them, or did the idea grow on you over time?

I thought that it would be a good subject and then I think I mentioned it to my producer, Kathleen Smith, who I work with a lot and she said I should do it. It was long after that that I just took my camera and started shooting kind of randomly, not really knowing if it was going to lead anywhere or not. And once I started, it kind of gained momentum and I realized that it was going to be a project worth completing.

Were the members of the group reticent when you first started showing up with your camera?

Not at all. They loved it. In particular, some of them were real kind of clowns who jumped in front of the camera every chance they could. And that’s my experience with documentary making, at least for me. I made a film about carnival workers in the U.S. and also about people hopping freight trains and often people really like to be filmed. If you’re respectful and you’re not making a spectacle of them and it’s not kind of a reality TV treatment, then I think people feel validated by having someone who’s interested in their lives and it makes them feel good.

Did you know anything about the Murga before you discovered Caprichosos?

No. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know the origins. Nothing. I just encountered them. I went to Buenos Aires because I was interested in tango, and I didn’t realize there were other dances that were part of the culture of the city as well, like Murga.

Pop culture seems to have some influence on the group, at least in terms of the way that its members decorate their costumes with famous logos and characters. Is it also an influence on the music and the dance?

That’s an interesting question. That’s a kind of controversial question, in a way. Some of them have Bart Simpson or The Rolling Stones tongue on their costume, but other people have Che Guevara, which is very political. So there is a little bit of interchange with pop culture in that respect. But in terms of the dance,  somebody said to me once, “Oh yeah, but those movements that those guys are doing, that’s from hip-hop, that’s not Murga.”

Well,  hip hop-has African routes as well as Murga has African roots. You can say that’s not traditional Murga, but it’s coming from the same source, so I think it’s all valid. Amongst some of the dancers, there was some contention over whether something from hip-hop fit into their vocabulary. You could see movements in hip-hop and other movements in Murga that probably have both come from African dance somewhere along the lines, but the Murga dancers didn’t learn those moves from watching MTV, they learned them because they’ve always been in the Murga vocabulary.

Do you think that the Murga is a malleable art form?

Yes. Definitely. You can see different communities and different neighbourhoods have a distinct style in each area, but that’s starting to change a little bit now. Pichi, the leader of the group that I filmed was a little bit disparaging of that because he said that… it’s a double-edged sword. There’s a little more support for Murga in terms of them getting grants and things, but that means that there’s people who are learning Murga and then going into another community and teaching it, like teaching it in a community college. That’s a new thing that’s just started. Pichi doesn’t like that because he thinks each Murga should develop its own style within the neighbourhood,  and if people start traveling around the city,  taking different styles in different places,  then those styles are going to get all mixed up and watered down. I don’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing, but he’s a little uncomfortable about that idea.

I loved Pichi’s story in the film. He’s almost like KISS or Cher, in the way that he keeps threatening to retire from music.  Is he still with the group?

Oh yeah. I don’t think he’s ever going to stop, and this film is just kind of given him more passion to keep on going.

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Sigur Ros Spy Cam Movie Is Making Film Nerds Nutty

Sigur Ros

Sigur Ros

There’s a new Sigur Ros concert film called INNI that’s been making all the hipster film nerds crazy with its grainy black-and-white footage, its intimate up-nose camera shots and other goodness.

Sarah spoke to director Vincent Morriset about the film for Spinner Canada. You can read about it by clicking here.

 

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A Review Of Aaron’s Review: Tasseomancy – Ulalume

Tasseomancy

Earlier this month, we told you that Aaron’s review of twin sister gloomy art rock duo Tasseomancy’s (née Ghost Bees) new album, Ulalume, had been published in the latest issue of Rue Morgue Magazine.

Now, we’re usually very supportive of each other’s writing endeavors, but I have to confess that I was a little disappointed with this particular review. Aaron likes to think that he’s some sort of expert on morbid young women because he’s listened to so many of their musical projects and because he married one.

But the only people who can truly understand and explain morbid young women are their fellow sisters of darkness. I tried to help Aaron when he was writing the review, but he refused to listen to me. Here are some of the ideas that he rejected:

– Sari and Romy Lightman are a pair of Emily Stranges for the non-dilletante.

– Imagine Wednesday Adams with a sister instead of that idiot Pugsly.

Dead Ringers for girls.

– Something about Brian De Palma’s Sisters that I couldn’t fully formulate.

– Tasseomancy are the duo that Laura Palmer and Madeleine Ferguson would have formed if BOB hadn’t gotten to them first.

– Holy crap! The conjoined twins from Carnivàle traveled to the future and separated! Sadly, the surgery may have cost them their contortion skills.

Ulalume sounds like it was crafted by people who spent many carefree childhood days memorizing the words to Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Bells.”

Ulalume sounds like a musical version of that episode of Night Gallery when the woman keeps having a dream that a stranger is coming to her door, and then, one time, she finally opens the door and realizes that the scary person is herself.

– It’s a little-known fact that Liv Ullmann’s character in The Hour Of The Wolf was actually pregnant with Sari and Romy Lightman.

– Imagine Ingmar Bergman’s Persona as a jam session.

– A Tasseomancy album is reminiscent of Black Swan, if you removed all six thousand of Vincent Cassel’s monologues about how the white swan is pure and the black swan is sexual and raw and Natalie Portman is really good at being the perfect and virginal white swan, but he doesn’t know if she can be the provocative black swan, because she’s so white and pure like the white swan and not at all like the sexually bold black swan.

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10 Things I Hate About Zombies

The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead

Last week, I noticed that The Walking Dead had been added to Netflix Canada.

“Oh,” I thought, not the least bit excited. “I guess I should watch that.”

I’m usually all over fancy pants cable and premium TV shows. I’’m willing to watch almost anything that HBO, Showtime or AMC puts out, provided that it’s not called Entourage. HBO has seduced me with the wild west, vampires, Dust Bowl circus freak saviors who fight evil preachers, and prison spoon rape. Showtime has convinced me to laugh at cancer, and to care about a serial killer a lot longer than I really should have. I tried to resist AMC’s offerings at first, but I’ve been their bitch since Betty Draper shot the pigeons.

But I was  looking forward to watching The Walking Dead the way that I look forward to scrubbing the toilet. I probably wouldn’t enjoy it, but it was a chore that needed to be done.

Here, the empty road represents my interest in the show.

We’re three episodes into the show now, and I’m not really sure what its purpose is. There are zombies, and a rag tag group of survivors. Guys beat the shit out of zombies (and each other) while women stand in the background and scream. A lot. There’s usually a bad monologue of some sort thrown in. And then there are more copious beatings with womenfolk in the background. There’s no greater purpose so far. The writers know how to provide viewers with zombie gore, but that’s about the extent of their talents. It’s like they’re constantly missing the point.

Imagine if Deadwood had been written by people who thought that the show was solely about Ian McShane saying the f word. That’s about the level that The Walking Dead is working on.

And yet it’s not the quality of the show that’s troubling me. I can watch the hell out of a shitty show like 24, or Lost. What really bothers me about The Walking Dead is, well, the walking dead themselves. I am just so over zombies.

It wasn’t always this way. I must have been cool with zombies at some point. I like The Zombies. I like “Thriller.” I dug that Cranberries song when I was 12, even though I thought she was actually singing “Tommy” for a few months.

I appreciated the Night Of The Living Dead when I was a teenager. I’m still a big fan of the opening scene and often think of Barbara’s jackass brother biting it when I run through cemeteries, content that I would be able to outrun a traditional zombie if it ever came to that. And I admire the crisp and unapologetic nihilism of the ending.

As an old school David Cronenberg devotee, I’m also pretty partial to Shivers. But I don’t even know if his crazed sex zombies count as actual zombies, anyway, because everything that Cronenberg did before the turn of the century was in its own world and so much more awesome than the rest of pop culture.

This is how sex zombies are made.

28 Days Later was cool enough. I laughed at Shaun Of The Dead. I even went to see Juan Of The Dead, a Cuban zombie comedy, at TIFF this year. It had its moments, although watching the young PR interns try to figure out the communism jokes was funnier.

But I just can’t deal with this shit anymore. I am so over zombies, and here are 10 reasons why:

1. They’re ugly.

And yet I'm completely cool with this.

This is a dumb and superficial reason, I know. It doesn’t even make sense, given that Slobulus is my third favourite MadBall, but I have a visceral reaction to melting flesh that drapes off of a skull. Or at least a skull that is not ball-shaped. In the abstract, I admire what people can do with makeup and prosthetics, but actually looking at those accomplishments makes me want to vomit.

And what is with their posture? Am I really supposed to believe that some sort of magic or scientific experiment gone wrong is capable of reanimating every single part of the body except the erector spinae muscles? That’s absurd.

Stand up straight, young dead man!

2. They’re annoying.

Sometimes, when I’m watching a zombie movie, I just want to tell the zombies to shut up. If I wanted to watch two hours of pointless, unintelligible droning, I’d go to a Coldplay concert.

Sadly, Coldplay's quest for brains remained unfulfilled, because no one who has any would attend one of their shows.

3. They’re eerily reminiscent of past trauma.

If I wanted to be surrounded by a terrifying horde of mindless monsters hellbent of my annihilation, I’d go back to high school.

4. They’re not glamourous in any way.

In other words, zombies don't do this.

I’m sick of vampires, too, but at least I get that obsession. Vampires are sexy and dangerous, when they’re not written by Stephenie Meyer. They play on our Freudian fixation with death. Zombies seem to speak to some bizarre survivalist fantasy that I have never experienced in any way.

5. They’re unbearably tired as a counterculture icon

Look at all these special snowflakes.

Oh, you’re having a zombie walk? I’m sorry, I can’t make it. I just zombie walked this morning, and I’ve got another one scheduled for tomorrow.

Wake me up when someone organizes a Bene Gesserit walk.

The flash mob must flow.

By the way, adding zombies to any work of fiction does not immediately make you a creative genius.

6. Zombie ______  costumes are just the nerdy kid’s answer to Sexy ______ costumes.

At least there’s still a tiniest bit of potential in ironic sexy costumes (like Sexy Oil Spill, or Sexy Steve Jobs) but if you’re dressing up as Zombie Anything, you are an unimaginative ass.

Speaking of which….

7. The zombie mythology is not conducive to a whole lot of creativity.

There’s a zombie outbreak! A rag tag group of people who would otherwise never associate with each other are going to have to learn how to cooperate and survive! And maybe find some sort of promised land! Which leads me to….

8. Zombie stories remind me of Ayn Rand stories.

On a whim, I did a google image search for "Ayn Rand zombie." This is what I got.

Let’s go live in the mountains, far away from the horrible leeches who are trying to feed off of us!

9. Survival in a zombie apocalypse isn’t really that appealing.

If I woke up tomorrow to discover that zombies had destroyed everyone and everything I knew and loved, and that my only option for survival was to join a rag tag group of people who would otherwise never associate with each other, like I was joining the worst season of The Real World ever, I would probably be all “So… there’s no Chipotle anymore? Fuck this, I’m going to let the zombies eat me.”

"Seriously, God. No more burrito bowls."

10. Why do we always assume that they have no internal life?

Has anyone ever tried to meet the zombies halfway? Are we really just concluding that they’re brain-dead because they’re nonverbal? Maybe they don’t know that it’s not nice to try to eat us and they just need it to be explained to them in terms they understand. And maybe they’re only fighting back because we’re trying to shoot all of them in the head.

You know who else doesn’t know how to talk and wants to eat me?

My cat.

And we’ve managed to develop a mutually beneficial relationship, so I don’t understand why we shouldn’t try harder with zombies.

You know, upon further reflection, my real issue might be with people.

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Sinister Witch Music In Rue Morgue Magazine

Rue Morgue issue #116

Rue Morgue issue #116

Aaron just wrote reviews of the new Tasseomancy and Cheslea Wolfe albums for the bloodiest, guttiest, goriest horror magazine around, Rue Morgue. He’s very excited about it because it’s been a long time since he’s been old school “in print.”

His reviews will be in the October issue, #116, which features an in-depth look at David Cronenberg’s The Fly.

Find out more about Rue Morgue here.

 

 

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