The Virgin Queen (TV mini series 2005)

BBC’s 2005 version of the not so new but latest attempts on depicting the story of  the maybe quite lonely life of Elizabeth the first, is by far the best Version I’ve seen. The Cate Blanchett – queen of 1998 and 2007 was highly believable too, both as young and virile and as tragic and bald, but the director Shekar Kapur managed to screw it all up in the second movie, where he had started something that at least worked as a classic Hollywood romance/ period drama in the first. The HBO series of 2005, starring  Helen Mirren and Jeremy Irons, whom we all must respect, seems a little bit too small, like it was filmed in an upper middle class living room or something.  And the queen here is just so well, so unblinkingly sure of herself that it kind of takes the sting away from the plot. The BBC series , on the other hand, with its ecstatic soundtrack (Medieval Baebes) and lingering, painful and almost ugly tragedy, will prevail for a while. Except for the single- minded glorification of the protestantic tradition in Great Britain, this series is well made, where it is not merely shining, and it is beautiful, and horribly sad.



The trailer for Fifty Shades of Grey (Sam Taylor-Johnson 2014)


The trailer for Fifty Shades of Grey has become one of the most popular bla bla bla. Like the books. Then it is also very speculative. like the books. And that is okay. It’s just that the speculation upon womens (and gay mens) most primitive emotions are very badly hidden. The books and the movie trailer (which is all I ever want see of this movie) kind of makes primitive emotions more primitive, until they are merely silly. In movies, that are not explicitly adult movies, the speculative approach to the audience has to be well hidden if it is to be truly, cleverly, respectably speculative. I watch this trailer, and merkt die Absicht, (feel the purpose of the producer/ director) and I get depressed. I don’t like the feeling of being some kind of piano the directorpeople play on, but of cause I am, and any viewer are bound to be. It is just so important that we are kept a little more unaware of it.

I do not at all enjoy watching the primitivity displaying onscreen, and it irks me  to see that this is a brand created and designed perfectly (too perfectly, as when perfect bickers and fall into heartlessness) for the group I belong to:

We are presented for some kind of woman- child, exactly the woman we like to see ourselves as when we are at our most self- pitying/ glorifying mood: Beautiful, clever, and innocent like the holy Maria. Then some mystical man- person appears, with his head cut off by upper part of lens. When his head finally is allowed to ascend  down to the screen it is completely out of focus, like our eyes are filled with frustrated tears for not being able to see the wretched face of this character! We become very curious, and we are driven to keep watching, allured to think this man has deep complex secrets, and many people may forget the secret hidden is just the plain view of his facial features. Then the trailer proceeds like a machine unto playing upon our desire to be recognized. Ah, allways dreaming of it: He acknowledges instinctively (as every man really should have done, if the world was fair!) that this school- uniform- clad grown up woman is hugely interesting as person, you can see that from her cleavage. But then, when his OK face is at last given to us, and we start to loose interest in the nothingness displayed before us, we understand that it is with man with dark secrets we have to do! How exciting! With special us (as projected into poor miss Steele!) we can heal him, make him whole and happy again, and then we have a purpose to our lives too! We will promptly show him true love, read as sex. (Most women basically feel in this pattern, and pity them who have not during their upbringing and education learnt to steere this not so constructive emotions, an inheritance from who knows what age, and keep sending letters to murderers and dark- secret –holders that sits in prisons)

And then the dark secret is revealed, and that is allready in the trailer! Mr. Gray is a sado- masochist, mostly on the first term of the word, it seems. And that is saying a great deal of his complex personality, or….? He’s got a room with a key, baby brother to ol’ Bluebeard that he is, but it is filled with sex toys, not former wives, so then I believe Christian Gray is not so much in need of investigation from my side as I first thought. But the director and writer and a lot of other people do not agree. This affliction (??) of his, they want us to believe, and some want to believe, is a testament


to Greys tormented, diversity- ridden soul. By this point I am satisfied, to the point of a little sick, and not in need of any sensual movie any more, thank you for the trailer!

Bluebeard art by Alykam Burdzaki


Stories We Tell (Sarah Polley 2012)

stories we tell

I can’t find any flaws in this Documentary. It worries me. I allways find flaws, always rather major ones, in all movies I watch. Maybe Sarah should have lent more heart to her step- siblings stories, but that is a moral question, more than a filmatic one. But I quess her decision about keeping this shocking and dramatic part of her movie low comes from the need to keep focus and pace in her main storylines. Damn it, I’m not able to deconstruct it, neither. I’m not able to put my finger on what exactly it is she does that makes me end up crying happily and wretchedly sorrowful in the sofa. Makes me crazy. A fantastic director!