Thursday, December 22, 2016

Hipsteri surm



Lavastaja Kertu Moppeli tegemistest on varemalt õnnestunud ette võtta - 'Mõnikord on kõik nii selge' ja 'Bloody Mary'. Mõlemat ühendavaks mustriks on olnud mäng igapäevalisuse ja tõelisuse ning teisalt absurdi ja fantaasia piirialal, kui esimene jäi oma eklektiliste sketšidega ja närvilisusega kaugeks, siis teine vastupidi oli igati imetabane, närvikõditavalt mänguline tervik. Nüüdne, 'Hipsteri surm' lahterdub sarnaselt nagu 'Bloody Mary'-gi terviklikuse riiulisse, kuid riiuli siseselt toimub korrapäratu mõtteliste liinide virr-varr, jätkates nii juba tuttavlikku Moppeli käekirja.

Argine päev reklaamibüroos, 4 meest, kontorielust äratuntavad tüpaažid:
  • nii alt, kui ülalt tuld saava, läbipõlemishirmust kergelt paranoiline, kuid siiski kohusetundlik keskastme juht (Mart Koldits); 
  • üleergastunud, räigelt šovinistlik, sirgjooneliselt raiuv ning puid alla loopiv kopiraiter Kevin (Tõnis Niinemets);
  • üheülbalisest macholikustt kõvatamisest tüdinud, sügavust, mõtet, siirust ja eelkõike armastust otsiv, nüansirohke kopiraiter Mati (Jim Ashilevi);
  • punaste pükste, puidust prilliraamide, kohustusliku habemetuusti, arusaamatuid ja teadmiste segapudrust tulenevalt katkiseid mõttekonstruktsioone ehitav, sisutut sooja õhku võngutav veidrik aka hipster aka teine Mati (Lauri Kaldoja).


Hommik algab rituaalse, maskuliinse, maooride haka-tantsuga, millele järgneb tööülesandest lähtuv , päeva vormiv klisheelik hüüdlause, stiilis - 'meie olemegi parimad!'. Nii ju ometi starditaksegi igas reklaamifirmas välja imema toote müügiks vajalikku kontseptsiooni. Kogu kompott on oma stereotüüpsuses vägagi koomiline ja lõbus vaatamine.

Ärapööre irreaalsuse suunas hakkab toimuma järk-järgult kahe naise lavale saabumisega. Kõikse pealt, heledama juuksegammaga kaasaskäivat kinnisarusaama esindav klassikaline tibi Anna (Liisa Pulk) ning tema järel sugukülma, naisõguslasest juht Maria (Mari Abel). Ühelt poolt annavad mõlemad omapoolse hoobi, kuigi väga eriilmelise hoobi, käibetõena reklaamistööstuses valitsevale seksistlikkusele, teisalt on, aga pinnaseks meeste olemuslikuks käivitumiseks. Ühele on naised vaid tarbimislikud seksobjektideks, teisele vastane ametialases võimuvõitluses, kolmandale aineseks maailma tasakaalu mõtestamisel ning neljandale jääb armastuse otsing. Kenasti on jällegi kõik kõige levinumad vaatenurgad ära kaetud, kuid ükski ei jää valitsema, ühegagi ei minda lõpuni. Malemäng käib nii mitmel laual, et kui lõppeks jõutaksegi akordini, siis on mul kui vaatajal kergemat sorti hämming, oot, et ikkagi üks partii oli siiski veel mängimisel? Kas tõesti peaks nüüd hipsterluse aja lõppenuks kuulutama?

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Room


Kole ilus lugu - inimröövist ning orjastamisest oma ihuliste vajaduste rahuldamiseks ning teisalt lapse armastusest oma kõige, oma ema vastu, mis on kõike võitev. 

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Klassikokkutulek


Filmiga kaasas käinud kiidulaulu ning uskumatuid koduvabariigi publikumi numbreid arvestades, üllatas film oma keskpärasuse küll üsna halvasti, ootused olid paraku kauniski kõrgele eelnevalt kruvitud. Lõppeks pani muigama, kaks-kolm Genka ütelust ja vsjoo. Ei ütleks, et miskit pidi oluliselt parem kui mõni muu kodukootud hjuumori film kasvõi näituseks - Kormoranid.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Douglas Adams - 'So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish'


Ja neljas osa triloogiast oli jällegi väga suurepäraselt õnnestunud. Sisuliselt teeb Douglas Adams seeriale restardi ja algab uuesti juurte juurest, tuues Arthur Denti maa peale lõppeks tagasi, kõik näib olevat nii nagu ennegi, kuid siiski mitte päris.

Kirkamad kohad:

Rob MacKeena vihmajumala tegelaskuju.

Tips for aliens in New York: Land anywhere, Central Park, anywhere. No one will care, or indeed even notice.

Surviving: Get a job as a cab driver immediately.

A cab driver's job is to drive anywhere they want to go in big yellow machines called taxis. Don't worry if you don't know how the machine works and you can't speak the language, don't understand the geography or indeed the basic physics of the area, and have large green antennae growing out of your head. Believe me, this is the best way of staying inconspicuous.

If your body is really weird try showing it to people in the streets for money.

Meenus kohe film M.I.B.
Ja veel üks:

“Tell me the story," said Fenchurch firmly. "You arrived at the station."
"I was about twenty minutes early. I'd got the time of the train wrong." 
"Get on with it." Fenchurch laughed.
"So I bought a newspaper, to do the crossword, and went to the buffet to get a cup of coffee."
"You do the crossword?"
"Yes."
"Which one?"
"The Guardian usually."
"I think it tries to be too cute. I prefer The Times. Did you solve it?"
"What?"
"The crossword in the Guardian."
"I haven't had a chance to look at it yet," said Arthur, "I'm still trying to buy the coffee."
"All right then. Buy the coffee."
"I'm buying it. I am also," said Arthur, "buying some biscuits."
"What sort?"
"Rich Tea."
"Good Choice."
"I like them. Laden with all these new possessions, I go and sit at a table. And don't ask me what the table was like because this was some time ago and I can't remember. It was probably round."
"All right."
"So let me give you the layout. Me sitting at the table. On my left, the newspaper. On my right, the cup of coffee. In the middle of the table, the packet of biscuits."
"I see it perfectly."
"What you don't see," said Arthur, "because I haven't mentioned him yet, is the guy sitting at the table already. He is sitting there opposite me."
"What's he look like?"
"Perfectly ordinary. Briefcase. Business suit. He didn't look," said Arthur, "as if he was about to do anything weird."
"Ah. I know the type. What did he do?"
"He did this. He leaned across the table, picked up the packet of biscuits, tore it open, took one out, and..."
"What?"
"Ate it."
"What?"
"He ate it."
Fenchurch looked at him in astonishment. "What on earth did you do?"
"Well, in the circumstances I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do. I was compelled," said Arthur, "to ignore it."
"What? Why?"
"Well, it's not the sort of thing you're trained for is it? I searched my soul, and discovered that there was nothing anywhere in my upbringing, experience or even primal instincts to tell me how to react to someone who has quite simply, calmly, sitting right there in front of me, stolen one of my biscuits."
"Well, you could..." Fenchurch thought about it. "I must say I'm not sure what I would have done either. So what happened?"
"I stared furiously at the crossword," said Arthur. "Couldn't do a single clue, took a sip of coffee, it was too hot to drink, so there was nothing for it. I braced myself. I took a biscuit, trying very hard not to notice," he added, "that the packet was already mysteriously open..."
"But you're fighting back, taking a tough line."
"After my fashion, yes. I ate a biscuit. I ate it very deliberately and visibly, so that he would have no doubt as to what it was I was doing. When I eat a biscuit," Arthur said, "it stays eaten."
"So what did he do?"
"Took another one. Honestly," insisted Arthur, "this is exactly what happened. He took another biscuit, he ate it. Clear as daylight. Certain as we are sitting on the ground."
Fenchurch stirred uncomfortably.
"And the problem was," said Arthur, "that having not said anything the first time, it was somehow even more difficult to broach the subject a second time around. What do you say? "Excuse me...I couldn't help noticing, er..." Doesn't work. No, I ignored it with, if anything, even more vigor than previously."
"My man..."
"Stared at the crossword, again, still couldn't budge a bit of it, so showing some of the spirit that Henry V did on St. Crispin's Day..."
"What?"
"I went into the breach again. I took," said Arthur, "another biscuit. And for an instant our eyes met."
"Like this?"
"Yes, well, no, not quite like that. But they met. Just for an instant. And we both looked away. But I am here to tell you," said Arthur, "that there was a little electricity in the air. There was a little tension building up over the table. At about this time."
"I can imagine.”
"We went through the whole packet like this. Him, me, him, me . . ."
"The whole packet?" 
"Well, it was only eight biscuits, but it seemed like a lifetime of biscuits we were getting through at this point. Gladiators could hardly have had a tougher time."
"Gladiators," said Fenchurch, "would have had to do it in the sun. More physically gruelling."
"There is that. So. When the empty packet was lying dead between us the man at last got up, having done his worst, and left. I heaved a sigh of relief, of course.
"As it happened, my train was announced a moment or two later, so I finished my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper . . ."
"Yes?" 
"Were my biscuits."
"What?" said Fenchurch. "What?"
"True."
"No!”

Mr. Right


Üllatavalt vaadatav absurdikas, mille vaadatavaks mängivad Tim Roth ja eriti hästi rolli sobitunud oma olemuse ning väljanägemisega Sam Rockwell, tänu kellele see film ka vaadatud sai.

Ben-Hur


Esmane kohtumine 'Ben-Hur'-iga oli millagil 90-ndatel, kui ülelahe naabrite televisioon pakkus vaatamiseks 1959.a väljalaset härrase Charlton Hestoniga peaosas. Meenuma on jäänud, et tegemist oli ülimalt pika ja põhjaliku eeposega Rooma ajast koos väga võimsa ja detaili täpsete kostüümide ja kujundusega, mis jätsid kustumatu mulje toona. Nüüd kui wikipediast vaatan, siis selle eepose kestvuseks on märgitud tublid 3h ja 32 minutit. Päris tubli vaatamine.

Kaasaegne paraku samale pulgale kohe mitte ei küündi, aga lennukisse aega tapma sobis hästi.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Douglas Adams - 'Life, the Universe and Everything'


Kui eelnevad kaks sarja raamatut on olnud briljantset, siis antud eksemplar on küll lappama läinud nii hjuumori kui sisu mõttes, stiil on küll sama, aga sisu on kadunud.

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Inside Out


Üks õite tore ja meeleolukas, loomulikult ka disnilikult õpetlik nooremale generatsioonile suunatud multifilm meie sees toimetavatest erinevatest emotsioonidest. Väga hea õnnestumine Disneylt.