Saturday, April 01, 2006

One more week...

Finished up my 8th week in Paris. Today was particularly sad as the current class is getting along so well and after our end of session indoor pique-nique, we sat around our classroom table for several hours chatting and trying not to let our moment end. Yesterday Riaan headed back to South Africa, Ify is off to Scotland tomorrow, shortly followed by Liane returning to Germany to continue her studies and Satoko goes back to Japan after a 15-year absence.

I've been busy booking ferry tickets, organising Bondi's trans-channel shots and transferring a few odds and ends to the car, so I'm not carrying a sherpa-load of bags down this time next Saturday.

Over the coming week, I'll get a taste of the next level of classes, along with some new students. About 3 of us finish up at the end of that week. It almost seems like the end of an era - it's definitely been a more positive experience than my two Spanish language schools. The classroom chemistry has been definitely made possible by our extraordinary teacher Céline, and the intimate but informal environment at the school (L'Atelier 9).

[I'm posting an alternate take of the top photo, as neither has everyone in focus and not squinting.]

Went to a late screening of Capote at Les Halles, known as Truman Capote for this market. It seems to be common for films to get renamed using the name of the main character. You look at a familiar poster or DVD cover and try to place the name of the original. A couple of examples are
Les Adventures de Jack Burton -> Big Trouble in Little China or Burt Munro -> The World's Fastest Indian (currently screening).

Capote itself is not terribly memorable beyond Hoffman & Keener's contrasting evocations of Capote & Harper Lee. Futterman's screenplay is fine enough, but it definitely needed some more grit. Awkward admittedly with the shrewd but fey and self-obsessed Capote leading the dance. It's not enough to see the reproachful glances from Harper Lee and Jack Dunphy, for Capote's failings are evident from the beginning, and recycled (in an entertaining fashion) through the film. However, I didn't understand any of the characters better at the end of the film.

Perhaps the more mordant perspectives of Gore Vidal and Tennessee Williams would have spiced things up. Or maybe it would just have turned it from Metropolitan into Parting Glances: certainly Capote reminds me of a few such films from the period 85-90. Haven't we moved on a little? 3.5/5

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