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Oresteia: This Restless House @ the Citz

Now this is more like it. Four and a half hours of angst and bloody violence. Some of row B didn’t know where to look. Utterly jaw dropping, kinda unbelievable was the energy of this thing. Actors must be off their trollies at times, it seems impossible to climb down from this level of commitment and get your bus hame. Thank you to CS for a brutal birthday present! More on the production here.

Yerma

This Young Vic production, directed by Simon Stone, had been getting raves so I popped along to a local live screening. It’s impossible to not be wowed by Billie Piper’s Her, and the staging is impressive and yet and yet… the contemporary dialogue is a little too predictable. I wonder if Federico García Lorca’s original power is lost in 2017? Baby madness. It happens I guess…

Jac Leirner – Add It Up

Popped in to the Fruitmarket to see this (superbly installed I should add) show. Upstairs was more interesting than down – smoking allowed. More on the show here.

Carradale and the Mull of Kintyre

…ohmistrollininfromtheseamadesire…

Off on a road trip with S, to track down the home of Naomi Mitchison. And we were denied access to Carradale House, so had to make do with a caravan park owner bored of folk asking, two grumpy dogs and a decent cat. Emergency bird book bought in Campbelltown added facts to speculation, Saddell Abbey carvings were wowed at, Carradale beach filmed as Mars, a puncture at the Tayinloan to Gigha ferry, scones… you get the drill. There’s a Linda Maccartney Memorial Garden which features a statue to rival Ronaldo’s.

 

Peggy Awesh

An email has told me that at the Berwick Film and Media Arts Festival this year, this will be happening:

‘New York-based artist Peggy Ahwesh‘s first major presentation in the UK will include an exhibition and three screenings devoted to her vast span of work from the 1980s to the present. In a career that began with Pittsburgh punk and working on set with the late George A. Romero, Ahwesh’s practice uses the innovative, the hilarious, to explore a broad range of questions about artists’ filmmaking and history, documentary strategies, collage, feminism, queerness, punk, transgression, improvisation, childhood, adaptation, humor, hypnosis, video game and internet culture, addiction, pornography, and more.
Ahwesh will be present in Berwick for the Festival to introduce one of the most varied and sublime bodies of work in the field of artists’ film and video.’

Woo hoo! Here are two of her works, chosen at random and both blindingly great…

From Romance to Ritual (1985)

The Third Body (2007)

More on Berwick here.

Ahwesh on UbuWeb here.

 

imomus

Here are various Momus links, mostly sleeping…

imomus

Click Opera

Early LPs to listen to and sigh are here.

Spiders vs. Bee

Watch Spiders vs. Bee.

No one dies.

Into the Unknown: A Journey through Science Fiction

Popped into the Barbican (a beautiful Ballardian thing if there ever was) on Friday for Into the Unknown: A Journey through Science Fiction. Really, I went to see Terence Broad’s autoencoded version of Blade Runner (an fascinating formal exercise – watch a clip of it here), but there were other treats too – a suit that once contained John Hurt, a model made for Silent Running by Doug Turnbull, the stunning, lush, smooooooth Invisible Cities # Part 1 # Metabolism by Pierre-Jean Giloux. A range of plug-ins from Cronenberg’s eXistenZ

More on the Barbican website here.

 

 

I Love Dick on the telly

Well, who doesn’t? Lots to love in Jill Soloway’s  TV version of Kraus’ novel fav. of mine. Excruciating in its accuracy of artists and of desire. Hilarious of course. Some episodes directed by Andrea Arnold!

Local fact: Ciara Philips has been in a lift with Bacon.

The Handmaid’s Tale 2017

This 1985 Atwood has never shifted from my top ten, and, like 1984, it works because there’s nothing in it that isn’t happening right now, to someone, somewhere. While Orwell’s future is made richer with language (and even includes a glossary), Atwood’s uses small, creeping increments of privation in the hope our ears prick up a la Niemöller’s First They Came. Want to step back 100 years? Just switch off all access to bank accounts marked with an F. Argggghhhhh…

The 1990 film of The Handmaid’s Tale feels like a made for TV erotic thriller, but Bruce Miller’s 2017 TV version is impeccable. And it’s sprouting into meatspace, in good ways…

Handmaid’s Tale Protest against Ohio abortion bill