As the city is growing and drawing more people to taste the fortune, it becomes a sticky trap they cannot escape. There is always a prize to pay for the deluding happiness. This is Part Two of the afternoon in Chinatown. One big part of Sydney’s Chinatown today is Market City, just above the famous Paddy’s Market. They are waiting something to happen until the shopping centre is closed. It is nearly there but not quite.
Let’s get naked. We are human after all.
With generosity from Dymocks, Stilgherrian and I have a chance to preview the French version of Lady Chatterley’s Lover which is released in Australian cinemas in October. It swept this year 5 César Awards including Best Picture and Best Actress.
A young, intelligent woman, Constance (Marina Hands) gets married with a wealthy, upper-class, half-paralysed man, Clifford Chatterley (Hippolyte Girardot). The unhappy marriage turns her to have an affair with his gamekeeper, Mr Parkin (Jean-Louis Coullo’ch). The original novel by D. H. Lawrence was a taboo itself with sex scenes between an aristocrat lady and a working class man. It was banned in many country including Australia.
There is nothing new with the plot of a married woman having an affair in the world of cinemas. They all have their excuses to cross the line. Ask Fracesca’s The Bridges of Medison County, Ada’s The Piano, Ju Dou and many main characters that has their quests beyond a married life. It is a kind of monogamous culture’s fantasy and a universal theme that writers always explore the relationship of a woman with her world, especially, before the sexual revolution and women’s lib movement.
Watching the relationship growing between Constance and Parkin is such a pleasure. They start off with sexual tension and develop into far beyond what she has with her husband—four-letter word, love. They strip their feelings to each other as well as their cloths each time they meet until they part.
Marina Hands beautifully portray Lady Chatterley as such a complex character. She combines naivety and intelligence in a perfect spot. She shines from when she sees herself naked in a mirror. The first sex encounter with Parkin, those eyes tell it all. The final sex scene she runs naked in the rains into the woods for him to catch her and end with floral decoration on her body.
This low-budget French adaptation is directed by Pascale Ferran. She interprets the story to contemporary stand, not just a standard costume drama, less of social context, more of character in depth.
It was limited released in French cinema as opposed to high-financed movies both local and from Hollywood studios. Three hours seem not too long at all giving that it delivers the sensuality in every minute of it.
Like any other cities, it has to have Chinatown in Sydney. And it is growing with a number of Asian migrants, especially, overseas students. Modern skyscrapers implode on George Street, the major bloodline that cuts through the city, make backdrops of old buildings and accommodate residents and businesses in the heart of the city.
A man shaking a towel on his balcony in World Tower.
Cityscape on George Street.
Window views in Chinatown.
The Moon over Chinatown.
Recently, BRW magazine announced 50 Australian’s Top Entertainers. The only none-performer in the top ten are James Wan and Leigh Whannell, the Creators of Saw series. The couple won the Hollywood lotto when they got the green light from the studio to finance the film. They make millions of dollars by churning the sequels every year. Saw IV is about to be released this year. I had to see the original on DVD with curiosity.
The story starts with a hi-concept, two men (Cary Elwes and Leigh Whannell) wake up to find out that they are chained in a filthy bathroom. They don’t know where they are, how or why they got there. They have to play death games of the mastermind, Jigsaw (Tobin Bell). While they are trying to get free, a cop (Danny Glover) is relentlessly trying to catch him. And of course, it ends up with ultra-violent climax and now predictable anti-climax.
There are the keys of this franchise’s success. Hollywood is always looking for new horrors but it has not been fresh lately. Jason’s Friday 13th cannot be resurrected any more. They’ve already remade Texas Chainsaw massacre. They’ve borrowed Japanese’s The Ring and The Grudge with sequels. George Romero’s made a come back with another zombie flick. Their last original horror as far as I can recall was Final Destination dated in 2000 and Hostel in 2005.
Saw fills the gap with the evil puppet master. Jigsaw is psycho, intelligent and unbeatable. It’s the combination of Hannibal Lecter, Jason and Se7en’s John Doe. Despite of many holes in the scripts and over-the-top acting of Cary Elwes and Denny Glover, it has the elements that this genre gives, the cinematography, the editing and unnecessary blood scenes.
An Aussie home-grown horror has cracked the international market with Wolf Creek in 2005 but it didn’t have the momentum push and Hollywood backup like Saw. They all are in the new blood of horror filmmakers group called the Splat Pack. Watch out for more blood shed and they make money.
In the fish bowl, the journey seems too long although it’s just the regular path she walks along to get something home for dinner everyday. It’s a fast lane and she can’t catch up. But why in a hurry? There are benches for everyone to take a rest. It’s a beautiful afternoon, after all.
Slow down when you’re tired, stop when you can’t go no more and get back on track when you’re ready. Know your strength to achieve your goals. In this rapidly distorted world, nobody seems aware.
In the hype of The Simpsons the Movie, cross promotion is in the air. Stilgherrian found this fun stuff, Simpsonized Me. The transformation into their universe is enjoyable. After played around with it, I had to finalise the result a bit in Photoshop anyway.
But Simsonized Stil reflects himself nicely. I can’t help comparing it with the posterised version of him I made few years ago.
It is just a regular afternoon on the local patch, Enmore Road. Walking pass and looking through glass windows, life simply goes on. Everyone has their own purpose in a day, kind of. It may finish with or without the missions accomplished.
No one cares if there was no tomorrow. Just now…the moment is trapped in invisible illusions.
A woman waiting for a bus on Enmore Road.
Shopping in an organic green grocer.
A bored shop keeper entertaining himself with his coffee.
Wanna do some business with me?
A foreman renovating @Newtown RSL Club.
An autumn night in Sydney is not too cold to stroll along the streets, not as cold as the city itself. Not many creatures are active in this hour but the motionless despair. It invisibly creeps out of its cave and relentlessly swallow its preys, alive. There are so many lights but they cannot see way…home. Five steps to break down.
One: Looking through windows, fuel is burning to light the pantry for no one to eat.
Two: Many entrances but no access.
Three: Only one way down.
Four: Waiting to go back home.
Five: No where to go just sleeping on the reality.