Films of 2010 – Part 1

Because there’s great pleasure to be found in lists. Here we go: (in some kind of descending order)

Four Lions

A black comedy following the activities of a terrorist cell operating in Sheffield. I think it’s the funniest movie of the year, and probably the most moving also. Four Lions’ great success is in creating comedy out of distressing events, and willfully making the funniest moments of the movie also the most poignant. Focusing on the very real stupidity and ignorance of someone willing to kill themselves for something they don’t even properly understand, as well as the incompetent and damaging attempts of the police force to stop such indiscriminate attacks. A fantastic and courageous comedy that treats the subject matter of terrorism with more respect than anything else out there I’ve seen. It’s a film that I want to show to everyone of my friends, just so I can say ‘look at it, look how good it is’

Ponyo

Studio Ghibli’s newest movie draws heavily from the The Little Mermaid, and follows the story of a magical fish-girl-thing that falls in love with a little boy and turns into a human. Hayao Miyazaki’s best films tend to eschew the traditional narrative structure followed by films in general, and animated films in particular. There is very often no real antagonist, and in the case of Ponyo and My Neighbour Totoro there is very little conflict whatsoever. Ponyo is a dream-like walk through a very-near-perfect world, and anyone who doesn’t warm to it quickly and permanently is in my eyes some kind of monstrous person.

Toy Story 3

I’m glad I saw this film in 2D, but it would have been nice to have a pair of 3D glasses to hide behind while I bawled my eyes out. They were certainly a blessing while watching Up. Funny, clever, and touching. A film about growing up and parenthood that really should convince any of the few remaining doubters that animation is a grown-up medium that can stand alongside traditional film. Really, this is a perfect end to a series that should be rated as one of the greatest movie trilogies of all time.

Inception

It’s nice to see a film comfortable enough in its own skin that it doesn’t patronise you with reams of needless exposition. Nolan doesn’t want to convince you that this whole dream-science thing is plausible, or even possible; it just states the rules and expects you to keep up. And half the fun of this film is keeping up. The rules are consistent, as well, even if they’re not all explained in every little detail. So stop complaining that it doesn’t make sense. Finally, it is genuinely gripping: It’s complex, it’s thoroughly mysterious, and it’s ambiguous wherever ambiguity best serves it. Most big-budget action films are halfway lobotomised: all explosions and chase-scenes. I like seeing how well Inception did at the box office, because it’s a sign that a film can be both an action-packed thrill ride and a genuinely intelligent piece of work.

How to Train Your Dragon

The story of a young Viking called Hiccup, who lives in a village where life is all about fighting the dragons that periodically attack the village. Hiccup is the chief’s son, and while all the other Vikings are burly, headstrong, and at least a little dim, Hiccup is a skinny, nervous teenager who shares nothing in common with anyone else he knows. But he’s smart and curious, and during one dragon-raid on the village he manages to wing one of the more dangerous dragons with a catapult of his own invention. Things go on from there, and maybe I’m childish for getting so caught up in it, but I really got caught up in it in a big way. The reason I liked this so much are probably largely subjective: it’s a story of curiosity, ingenuity, and intelligence showing itself to be far more powerful than the sheer force employed by the rest of his headstrong community. The film really nails the difficult father-son relationship, and the feeling of not fitting in. Also, there are lots of bits where Vikings fight big angry dragons. Those bits are really good. And the Viking girl is hot, even if she’s a bit of a bitch at first.

The Time That Remains

Elia Suleiman tells the semi-autobiographical story of a Palestinian family living through both the Israeli-Arab War in 1948, and the subsequent Israeli occupation. The film at first follows his Suleiman’s fathers actions as a resistance fighter in the 1948 conflict, moves on to show the lives of the young family as minority ‘Israeli-Arabs’, and finally shows the older Suleiman (played by Suleiman himself as a non-speaking observer) returning to Palestine later in life. This is another harsh black comedy, and like Four Lions it treats its subject matter maturely. This isn’t an anti-Israel movie. Horrible acts are shown being committed by Israeli troops, but then horrible acts were committed by Israeli troops, by both sides in fact. Instead, The Time That Remains revels in the absurdities of the political situation, and of people in general. Almost all the humour is silent, and physical in the manner of Buster Keaton. It marries sadness and humour in a very mild-mannered, accomplished way, and though it isn’t the kind of film that made me laugh out loud very much, it kept me in a happy state of anticipation and appreciation throughout its running time. The final scene is also one of the most impressive, most understated scenes I’ve ever seen in a film.

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The Ohio Star Ball

So, for our second competition the UMD Ballroom society (BAM – Ballroom at Maryland) headed west across Maryland and Pennsylvania to Columbus, Ohio for the Ohio Star Ball. Unfortunately though, we didn’t really get much of a chance to explore the city itself, as most of our time was spent in the convention centre either dancing, waiting to dance, or watching people dance.I didn’t really write anything about DCDI (the DC Dance Inferno competition at the University of Maryland) in the end, so I’ll write about Ohio now for anyone who’s interested.

After the seven-to-eight hour coach-ride up from Maryland we arrived at our hotel. Well, that was after registration at the convention centre, which was an experience in and of itself. We had to give our names, pay, and receive our tickets for the competition, but there were about four people trying to serve two hundred. There were also double the amount of queues than there needed to be, and few in any one of these lines knew exactly where the line was going exactly, or what its purpose was in life. We also failed to get access to a show that was going on, even though the tickets for said show were included in our registration. We questioned. We argued. We didn’t succeed. After a fair length of time we got back on the coach and headed for the hotel.

It wasn’t the nicest hotel in the world, but at least it didn’t feel like you’d have to barricade your door with a chair come nightfall. So, tired and in need of rest we all went off to our rooms. Shortly after I heard a faint boom, and opened the door to find someone explaining to a BAM officer that the heater in his room had blown up, leaving black smoke to billow out. Feeling slightly less confident in our surroundings, the rest of us soon got to bed. We had heard of great parties at the hotel during the Ohio competition in previous years, but at this point we were all so tired after the journey and the registration that a detonated heating unit was all the excitement we could stomach.

If you’re not involved in Latin & Ballroom dancing you might not know the level to which, excuse me, tarting yourself up is encouraged. The higher up in levels you go the more people do this; from fake tan to dresses that barely meet the lower requirements of lingerie. In Standard Ballroom this is rather toned down, for obvious reasons, but once we get to Latin, well, things change. Even the men’s shirts in higher-level latin seem rather choice. At our level all that’s really asked for is for the woman to style her hair, and the man to nuke his own hair with gel.

Saturday was the day for Latin, and Sunday the day for Standard Ballroom. In the morning we all practiced, and watched some of the other categories dance. Then it was our turn. And my partner and I had a great time, and did surprisingly well. At DCDI we got called back in two dances out of three for Latin (the Cha Cha and the Rumba, but not the Jive), but didn’t get past the second round in anything. This time we got called back to the second round in all three dances, and even somehow got to the quarter finals in Rumba and Cha Cha. The quarter finals had about twenty five couples out of the original one hundred and twenty something, so we were obviously pretty damn happy to get that far. After that they cut down the number of couples by about half, and we didn’t get through to the semi-finals. We really didn’t mind though; we were happy enough to get as far as we did. Later, I had an hour-or-so nap across a row of chairs while everyone else watched people dance. I was really tired, but felt kind of bad about sleeping so blatantly, until I saw that someone had had the foresight to bring an entire travel matress and lay it under a table. It looked really comfortable from up on my hard-back seats.

On sunday we danced Ballroom, then. Our newbie dances only include the Waltz, Quickstep, and the Tango, although we’re slowly starting to learn the Foxtrot (which is awesome as it means I’ll be able to dance to Frank Sinatra songs). The Viennese waltz isn’t included in Bronze level either (the level above ours), but that looks like a hell of a lot of fun, so I’m eager to learn that. Again, we were really happy with how we danced, but for various reasons we didn’t get called back in the Quickstep or the Waltz. I really like those two dances, so it was a shame. Still, we’ll have the chance to work on them some more before our next competition . We got called back in the Tango, and though our second round Tango was pretty ropey we got through to the quarters based, I’m sure almost entirely, on our presentation. There’s one or two pictures floating about in the ether showing my partner and I looking suitably fiery in the Tango, and I’m sure that helped us. The quarter-final dance was less than successful, and as we left the dance floor I exchanged pretty mortified looks with more than a couple of other BAM newbies. The song they used was really difficult to keep time to, and though that didn’t help, I didn’t feel at all cheated to go out at the quarter-finals. We did really well to get there, and we were really happy to have done so.

one of the BAM officers approached my partner and I as we practiced and asked us if we wanted to be in the team match. This is basically where each university competing puts forward a couple for six dances across Latin and Ballroom, and they all dance against each other. There were eleven universities competing, and two rounds for each dance; after the first round about half of the couples are eliminated, and the rest have to dance again. After that no individual winners are announced; they’re merely used to tally the scores of the universities. We said yes, and soon enough we were striding onto the dancefloor with our teammates, resplendent in our formal attire and our hair products. My Partner and I were dancing the Cha Cha, and as it turned out we were the only newbie couple. Each university can put forward a couple of any level to take part in each dance. So in our case it was us two, both having never danced before around three months ago, dancing against six or seven pre-champ couples, and a few other gold-level couples. We really had no idea of this until we got off the dance floor; we were too focused on dancing well to notice any of the other couples. Apparently watching us was a great sight; us doing New Yorkers, and Cha Cha Chas in our newbie routine as everyone else on the floor did move after move that flew so far above our level we could barely understand how they work if we saw them. Somehow though, perhaps due to the comedy value of watching us dance against pre-champs, we got through the first round to the final five couples. That was pretty awesome, and it definitely marks the highlight of the weekend for me in terms of dancing. Apparently someone took a bunch of videos of the team match, so I have to get a hold of them. I may post one or two if they don’t embarrass me too much.

The journey back was pretty uneventful, although everyone at the back of the bus, myself included, did manage to spend over an hour singing every song we could think of. Most of these only got as far as a few lines in, and our rendition of Mulan’s I’ll Make a Man Out of You sadly died almost before it started. But we did manage to belt out some real show-stoppers, including our obligatory but still weirdly-inspiration Don’t Stop Believing, complete with a capella guitar solo. The people elsewhere on the bus hated us a lot. After all that fun died down we watched a few films (including the surprisingly great Over the Hedge), and later, in a failed attempt to put myself into a food coma in order to sleep away the last few hours of the trip, I ate way too much at KFC during our rest stop. It was fun!

I’ve been listening to a lot of music recently, but only some of it new. I was linked to a newly-released album called Uvula from a music-project called Allele Memetic, and it’s fantastic. It’s mostly layered electronic bleeps and bloops, but I think it has some real depth to it (whatever that means). Listen to it, and if you really like it why not give it a download?

Also, I know I’m a huge nerd and whatnot, but this soundtrack to the curious little Czech adventure game Machinarium is more great listening, a good part of it electronic bleeps and bloops. Listen to a little bit of it here (one of my favourite songs is Mr. Handagote), and a little bit more of it here (By The Wall especially). Again, I’d say it’s worth a download if you’re into that sort of thing.

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Oyster dredging on the Chesapeake Bay, and an early Thanksgiving dinner

On Friday the 12th I went on a small field-trip for my Philosophy of Biology class. We set off from Annapolis harbour at around 10am on a 100-year-old old skipjack , and headed into the bay. At first the wind was cold, but soon enough it settled down and we had one of those warm November days I’ve almost grown used to over here.  We were really there to have a nice boat trip, but we also got to learn a fair bit about the history of oyster dredging on the Bay, the history of the Bay in general, and the ecological problems facing the area today. We helped hoist the main sail, pull up the oyster-dredging equipment, and wash off and sort the oysters. Later on I had a go on a set of binoculars, and then had a lie down on the deck in the sun. After all this we went to a restaurant near the harbour and all had some oysters. Watching people have raw oysters for the first time is always fun.

Later on, BAM (Ballroom at Maryland) had an early Thanksgiving Dinner at a few of the veteran members’ house. Everyone was asked to bring something, and being the Thanksgiving virgin that I am I wasn’t equipped to whip up a pumpkin pie, or a bowl of yams, so I decided to be a jerk and make a curry. It actually went down really well, though it was extremely spicy for the non-asian BAM members who tried it. I guess it was nice for people to have a bit of a novelty dish there; especially because we had more than a few (albeit delicious) pies, and more than enough turkey. It was all really great, and I ate, like most people, too much. I also met some nice people from BAM I hadn’t really encountered before, due to my newcomer classes not overlapping with their higher-level classes. My early impression of Thanksgiving has been wholly positive, and I can see no reason yet why I can’t just bring this holiday back with me to England. Thanksgiving is delicious.

I’ve really been listening to Sufjan Stevens’ The Age of Adz over and over again in the past few weeks. I really think that it’s some of his finest stuff, and it tops off a brilliant run of releases over the last year. To me he’s certainly the most interesting and innovative musicians around that I’m aware of. I’d recommend his new album to almost anyone.

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