Weekly Rochester Events #427: A Minuit Number of Beads
Thursday, March 15, 2007
I can't believe it's taken me this long. For nearly 2 years I've misspelled the fun ska band Mrs. Skannotto as "Scannotto". I kept wondering what was wrong with the database that it would never find "Mrs. Ska" correctly as a search string. It's so embarrassing ... I decided to go back and fix all the typos that I had in the past. So now the record is clean: the past has been changed. Well, at least as far as anybody knows now and assuming they don't read this paragraph.
Anyway, last Wednesday I made it out to The Dryden Theater at George Eastman House (900 East Ave.) I finally had a chance to see Le ballon rouge (The Red Balloon) which, being somebody who sees a lot of films, I should have seen already ... at least by those arbitrary standards to which I'm measured. Ali saw it years ago and didn't like it. I tend to like films where nothing happens and rather enjoyed it. It really is a parable of the magic in life, loss, and hope. The second film, Zéro de conduite: Jeunes diables au collège, on the other hand, was less enjoyable. I guess it was impressive given it was made in 1933 but it was more like those kids movies today where they revolt or save a park or something and do it in a way that would be completely ineffective. You know the kind: they dump paint on the evil lawyers and save the summer camp — when in reality they would be charged with first degree assault and the camp would get bulldozed.
One last thing on The Red Balloon: the star of the film is Pascal Lamorisse, son of filmmaker Albert Lamorisse. Pascal was born in 1950 and was around 6 years old when the film was made. I did a cursory search of the Internet but found only the birthdate-biography on The Internet Movie Database (IMDb) and The Red Balloon entry at Wikipedia. As far as I can tell, Pascal is likely still alive ... I was curious if he had any thoughts on the film himself, particularly since it's been 50 years.
So on Thursday Ali and I headed to Benucci's (3349 Monroe Ave., in the Pittsford Plaza) for dinner. They still make an awesome garlic butter — probably a whole garlic clove per cup of whipped butter. Mmmmm. The rest of the meal was good but not great. The pasta is fresh and well prepared but the sauces were a bit lackluster. It's been at least 5 years since I was there last and I remember liking it better then.
Friday night I went to the Dryden again to see My Country, My Country. It's about Dr. Riyadh, a medical doctor working in a clinic in Iraq. With the impending elections of January, 2005, he decided to run for office. He spent his days working at the clinic treating a mix of common illnesses and wartime injuries. By the time of the elections, he's skeptical of their validity — a sentiment echoed by other Iraqis. In one segment, an English-speaking Iraqi in training for security-duty questions his military American teacher (a stereotypically arrogant and condescending kind of guy) on his reference to the elections as a "show", asking (arms-folded): "is it a show or is it real?"
In essence, this is the kind of film that confirms my belief of what Iraq is like today. It's a place where people are trying to live their day-to-day lives, go to work, watch television, endure frequent power outages, revel in the overthrow of Saddam Hussein, cautiously approach the elections, and lament that there is no end in sight. I see that although bombs don't explode daily in every neighborhood, even one bomb every 6 months is enough to put people on edge (and what's the American standard?: a bomb every century perhaps?) The city life depicted in the film is most akin to a rough inner-city neighborhood in America — the weekly crackle of gunfire, an occasional kidnapping-for-money, and the desire for the majority of people to just be left alone. It's most different in the power outages and the occasional explosion.
Saturday was another movie night at the Dryden: this time to see Roozi ke zan shodam (The Day I Became A Woman). It's a fictional tale of women in Iraqi life and is told in three parts. The first part was bittersweet as a young girl is declared a woman because she turned 9 and is no longer allowed to play with her friend; the second was traumatic as a woman flees from her husband by bicycle and she's eventually caught and brought back; and the last is a bit humorous as an old woman buys all the things she always wanted, only to forget one last thing (leaving only one string tied to her finger.) It feels rather bizarre altogether ... I rather liked it, though.
Later I met up with Ali and her friend Stacie at Lux Lounge (666 South Ave.) for a few drinks. We also made a pilgrimage to Vertex (169 N. Chestnut St.), got back really late, and visited Dogtown Hots (691 Monroe Ave.) for some late-night food. By then it was already 4:30 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time. Yeesh. Thankfully on Sunday we had a much more relaxing day around Canandaigua. We got out for brunch after noon at The Villager Restaurant (245 S. Main St., Canandaigua) for a good diner-quality meal. Aside from that it was just lounging around.
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