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Fang-free vampire flick anything but toothless

Wednesday, October 14, 2009




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Kim Ok-vin in Thirst


Review by Tony Martins

Thirst, Mayfair Theatre, October 16-18, 21-22
Directed by Park Chan-wook

Korean with English subtitles


Ironically, most vampire fare these days suffers from a dearth of life-and-death urgency.

In everything from the seminal Buffy to recent hits Twilight and the HBO series True Blood (to which I'm admittedly addicted), the biting and the sucking and the dying and the walking around dead are made more palatable for younger audiences with safe, whimsical storylines and too many vampire in-jokes.

As a dude who essentially lost his virginity to Bram Stoker (in particular the scene where Jonathan Harker tangos with the trio of vampiresses) and was scared white when reading Stephen King's Salem's Lot and the early Anne Rice novels, I know hard-core vampire action when I see it. And these days I rarely see it.

But I saw it in Thirst, the Korean-made film showing this week and next at the ever-courageous Mayfair Theatre. The film won the Prix du Jury [Jury Prize] at the 2009 Cannes International Film Festival.

Co-written and directed by Park Chan-wook, Thirst is essentially a love story, featuring a golden-hearted Catholic priest Sang-hyun (played by Song Kang-ho) who becomes a vampire out of goodwill, murders out of goodwill, and commits the ultimate sin once again out of goodwill.

Determined to save people, Sang-hyun volunteers for an experiment seeking an antidote to a new virus that kills white and Asian men only. He alone survives the trial but soon learns that he must drink human blood to avoid lethal recurrences of the disease.

Torn by his obvious moral and professional quandary, Sang-hyun initially survives by siphoning the blood of a coma victim, but when he encounters the desperate and seductive Tae-ju (played by Kim Ok-vin) he makes her a vampire to save her and all hell breaks loose.

Everything is raw in Thirst: the rough sex, the bloodspilling, the violence, the betrayal, the fitting end to the brief vampiric rampage. The film conjures the supernatural, but the characters remain thoroughly human, even when undead.

Interestingly, unlike all the tame vampire stories currently out there, Thirst is 100% fang free. The vampires can fly, are super strong, must drink human blood and avoid sunlight, but strangely there are no long and pointy canines.

This dental detail becomes trivial, however, because Thirst delivers what is largely missing from vampire tales these days: real characters with real fears facing real consequences. (Another exception to this trend: the Swedish-made Let the Right One In, which also screened this year at the Mayfair.)

Thirst revives the tantalizing essence of vampire lore by forgoing the teen angst and focussing on red-blooded adult passions. My thirst for something worthy of Stoker has been temporarily quenched.




 
Schecter spectacle hits NAC stage

Wednesday, September 30, 2009


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In Your Rooms, Hofesh Schecter Company



Review by Tony Martins


Sure, just like almost everyone else who has seen them, I was dazzled during performances of Uprising and In Your Rooms by the Hofesh Schecter Company last night at the National Arts Centre (there's another performance tonight). But by now all the English-language superlatives have been used to describe this global dance sensation, so let me mirror the dancer/composer/choreographer's method with a bare bones description of the viewing experience: You cannot look away.

Schecter simply doesn't let your eyes wander for a second. The stark white lighting changes drastically every 30 seconds or less, as do the intense emotions in any given moment, shifting constantly from frantic to intimate, from political to personal, from chaos to control. You can immediately relate to the urgency of the movement because it is so primal, so universal.

At 34 years of age, the UK-based Schecter seems a child of the information age, where attention span is brief and a rising media bombardment threatens the stability of the human condition. No wonder he and his fellow dancers seem so desperate (Schecter himself danced in Uprising). The performers pulse and throb athletically, often frantically, right along with the pounding of Schecter's drum-driven live music.

Uprising is only 26-minutes long for good reason: the intensity would be nigh impossible to maintain for much longer—especially since most of the dancers must towel off for In Your Rooms just 20 minutes later.

Partly inspired by 2006 youth protests in Paris, the all-male Uprising could well be among the most masculine dance pieces ever created, even allowing for the few well-placed moments of humour, tenderness, and intimacy. Without a doubt, Schecter knows the male gender.

He and his posse of dancers shuffle like apes, run like wild dogs, jostle and spar, leap and sprawl, then suddenly slow to a halt and gently hoist one another in an air of brotherhood. But the bonding is short-lived and the resistance continues. The piece culminates in a literal uprising: all seven dancers grouped in a victorious flag-waving tableaux—surely a nod to the cheesy romanticism at the climax of Les Miserables the musical.

After intermission, the longer and more complex In Your Rooms begins with the same shock of intensity; this time the unbridled masculine energy is tempered by the presence of four female dancers—but only just—as the scope of the story broadens beyond the riotous to include stormy male-female relations and other kinds of choreographed chaos.

The stage, serving as back alley in Uprising, here becomes a community, a hive of activity where interwoven patterns of dancers move in tight unison suddenly shattered with a burst of fury or an outright collapse. Dancers peel away for brief solos then realign in groupings that dissolve and reform in kaleidoscopic shapes at once nonsensical and internally logical.

With Uprising and In Your Rooms, Hofesh Schecter taps into the shattered collective consciousness of modern times and lives up to his stellar acclaim. See these pieces and regardless of gender you'll be inspired to grunt like a beast, bark at the moon, and ponder in a puddle of your own sweat what it all means.


 

Urban arts fest connects youth with culture

Thursday, September 24, 2009


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Sonya Poweska
reports that she “had a blast” at the Guerilla 5th anniversary event. She is also pumped about the youth cultural event that she is helping organize: the 2009 Awesome Indies Urban Arts Festival for Youth.

Created in association with World Inter-Action Mondiale (WIAM), this celebration of Ottawa’s vibrant and diverse multi-arts community—with a youth emphasis—takes place October 2 to 4 at the Hintonburg Community Centre and Patrick John Mills Gallery. Offerings will include visual and media arts, music and dance, and more. The festival is free and all presentations include hands-on activities and workshops with Ottawa-based artists.

Community partners include Artengine, Baobob Tree, Blueprint for Life, Dance with Alana, Graffiti Research Lab Canada, Independent Filmmakers Cooperative of Ottawa, Patrick John Mills Gallery, Propeller Dance, and Wabi Sabi.

For details, visit www.awesomeindies.ca.

Tony




 
AGO Skulls

Mystery skulls of the AGO

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


So I was at the Art Gallery of Ontario (AGO) in my home town of Toronto in early August and took photographs of these lovely skulls that were part of an exhibit.

My intent was to blog about the skulls and credit the artist, but for the life of me I can't find a reference to "skulls at the AGO" anywhere on the entire world wide web.

If anyone else knows anything about these mysterious skulls, can you please fill me in? This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it .

Tony



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