Showing posts with label film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label film. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 25, 2020

Being there


I enjoy stories that are about passage of time or premised on alternate universe and  “what if you could travel back in time.”

The opening paragraph in Cat’s Eye , a fiction written by Margaret Atwood reads:
‘ Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. If you can bend space you can bend time also, and if you knew enough and could move faster than light you could travel backwards in time and exist in two places at once.’

 I have read Less  written by  Andrew Sean Greer and it is brilliant so when I came across The Impossible lives of Greta Wells and knew that the fiction  by Andrew Sean Greer  is about ‘what if ‘ and time travel, I had to read it. The concept is uniquely original as it is about time travel and yet it is not really about time travel as the character has not left 1985, she merely experiences the version of her in 1918 and 1941.

 Greta Wells’ life is falling apart. Her  charismatic twin brother, Felix, has just died of AIDS and Dr.Nathan Michelson, her lover of many years has also left her. Her aunt, Ruth is her sole companion in these months. Ruth is her father’s sister and her father ‘would not have approved of her visits; he always found his sister flighty, selfish, uncontrolled, the dangerous artist who had to be stopped.’ But Greta finds an ally and a comfort in Ruth. To heal her pains, everyone has advice. ‘ Try acupuncture, try acupressure, try yoga, try running, try pot, try oats , try bran try, try colonics, quit smoking, quit dairy, quit meat, quit drinking, quit TV, quit being self-centered. Finally she finds Dr Gilleo, a psychiatrist. She tries antidepressants from Ambinalon to zimelidine. She still mourns for the loss of her beloved brother. Then her psychiatrist recommends her to see Dr Cerletti for electroconvulsive therapy which  process will be twice a week. Purpose of the therapy is to bring her back to herself. During these sessions, she finds herself being cut out of her current world in 1985 and  transported to  1918 or  1941. During the treatment process  that will take twenty-five procedures, Greta gets to travel back and forth between 1918, 1941 and 1985. When she goes back in time, she is fully aware that she is experiencing life as it might have been had she and Felix, Alan (Felix’s friend), Nathan and Ruth existed in those years as well. In tackling events of her life in those earlier years, Greta has the  benefit of the wisdom that is acquired through her experience in 1985.  She is definitely proactive in taking steps to  gradually gain her present life back.

She explains to her aunt.
“ Electroconvulsive. It’s a last resort. They tell me it’s a seizure to break a pattern in my mind, but I know what it really is. They think I should be someone else. This Greta isn’t working, obviously. She’s worked for over thirty years, but it’s time for an update. Replace all the parts.”
“ Just one part.”
“ Just one part. Just me. I hate it, but I don’t know what else to do. I can’t…. I can hardly get up in the morning. And yet….”
Andrew Sean Greer’s writing  is beautiful,  acutely sensitive and funny. Here is an example.
‘It is almost impossible to capture true sadness; it is a deep-sea creature that can never be brought into view. I say that I remember being sad, but in truth I only remember mornings when that person in the bed – the person in which I was contained – could not wake up, could not got to work, could not even do the things that she knew would save her, and instead did only what was bound to destroy her : alcohol, and forbidden cigarettes, and endless lost black hours of loneliness. I’m tempted to distance myself from her, to say, “ Oh, that wasn’t me.” But that was me, staring at the wall and longing to crayon-draw all over it and not even having the will for that. Not even the will for suicide. That was me in my room, looking out the window on Patchin Place s the maples turned yellow into autumn.’

It is a commendable book if you are a fan of stories about the character inhabiting alternate realities and alternate versions of how one's life could go. I like reading stories that are premised on themes like ‘ what if’ as  in what if there were a parallel timeline and there are different versions of us  or that you can travel back and forth in time. The  plot for The Impossible lives of Greta Wells is fascinating  and  I particularly like  the moral of the story that suggests that no matter what circumstances we land ourselves in , we are the same person as our core remains the same and there is only one version of us in every individual. 

Do you ever ask yourself if this is the person you dreamed of becoming when you were little?  I think we are chameleons if we allow ourselves to be and at times, we Decades ago I watched  the movie Being There and absolutely love it. In the movie, the character, Chance  is a gardener to a rich recluse who lives in a townhouse. Chance has lived all of his life inside the townhouse and he has learnt everything from watching television. When his benefactor dies, he is evicted from the house and for the first time, he has to step into the outside world where he chances upon a rich man's wife whose chauffeured driven car ran into him. He has been allowed by his benefactor to take the well-tailored clothes from the attic thus his attire is courtly and respectable. Chance is taken into the rich man's home. When he introduces himself as  ' Chance, the gardener ', he is mistaken as Chauncey Gardiner.  The plot is hilarious but the moral of the story is  "Life is a state of mind." Brilliant. Click





Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Believe


I have been going to the same hairdresser for years. Some of his clients find him weird as he likes to propound his views which can come across righteous or strange. I enjoy having a conversation with him though I may not necessarily agree with all the things he puts forward. During my recent visit, he told me that two of his  friends said they had been feeling depressed after having a sudden  epiphany about humanity. Apparently, it had dawned on one of them that she had been a very mean, cunning  and terrible person all these years while it had dawned on the other woman that people generally are mean, cunning  and terrible. I had to agree with him when he said that all of us had this mean streak lurking in us. He then said something he had said before, “I cannot even trust myself, how can anyone trust me? How can anyone trust anyone? ”


If we are truly honest with ourselves, we have to acknowledge that  there are always traces of vanity and cruelty in our characters. Often we do good deeds, make donations and contribute to some social or charity causes to make ourselves feel better. If we  examine our true intentions, we will note that we might be doing things for ourselves even when we are being thoughtful and generous. I get disappointed time and time again whenever I neglect to follow my instincts about certain preferences or somehow make decisions to my detriments in the name of diplomacy, I feel unwise.

I try to do things sensibly and act justly. Perhaps when I was a child, my response might have been more spontaneous but as I grow older, I find that I must have been so conditioned to acting  politically correct  that I am inclined to act appropriately. I often question my true intentions. I feel bad if I do not act kindly or  behave badly or omit to act sensibly. Just like everything else, you are who you are, doesn’t that sound familiar? 
I  watched Birdman this afternoon.  These days, I dread going to the cinema due to various reasons. You have to be mentally prepared to go to a crowded place . I do not mind so much in a foreign land. Perhaps it is because in a foreign place, the chances of bumping into someone you know is slim. I never know what to say when I bump into an acquaintance . Having said that, I did meet a couple of friends from home when I was queuing up for Monmouth coffee in Covent Garden.

Birdman is one of the main contenders at the Oscars 2015. It is superb. There are times when you  read about certain films and their rave reviews, you are in for a disappointment. This time, I am not disappointed.   I love the alternative title : The Unexpected Virtue of Igorance. I was so glad that I got up from my butt and head to the cinema and caught the film  on the wide screen. Great screenplay, acting and dialogues. I was moved to tears when Sam, Riggan’s daughter, said to  Riggan Thomson:  "That means something to who? You had a career, dad, before the third comic book movie, before people started to forget who was inside that bird costume. You are doing a play based on a book that was written 60 years ago for a thousand rich old white people whose only real concern is going to be where they have their cake and coffee when it's over. Nobody gives a s*** but you! And let's face it, dad, you are not doing this for the sake of art. You are doing this because you want to feel relevant again. Well guess what? There is an entire world out there where people fight to be relevant every single day and you act like it doesn't exist. This are happening in a place that you ignore, a place that, by the way, has already forgotten about you. I mean, who the f*** are you? You hate bloggers. You mock Twitter. You don't even have a Facebook page. You're the one who doesn't exist. You're doing this because you're scared to death, like the rest of us, that you don't matter and, you know what, you're right. You don't! It's not important, okay? You're not important! Get used to it."

 Birdman is about Riggan Thomson, a washed-up  actor who once played an iconic superhero in blockbuster movies and he has to battle with his ego as he is about to launch the Broadway play which he directs and acts in. Riggan hopes to reinvent his career  by writing, directing  and starring in a Broadway adaptation of Raymond Carver’s “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love”. He meets influential critic, Tabitha Dikinson, who tells him that she  hates Hollywood celebrities who pretend to be actors and she intends o kill his play by giving a poor review.

 The film reminds me once again why I enjoy black comedies-dramas.It is not just actors and celebrities who want to stay relevant after their prime days and have tendencies to be ego-centric , ordinary people are the same too. I suppose ultimately it is ourselves that we have to be accountable to. We remain prisoners to ourselves so it is ourselves that we have to break free from.