Showing posts with label BFI. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BFI. Show all posts

Monday, 4 November 2013

Lovely Rita


"I've always had this image of this strong, sprightly person who is undaunted by anything; on the contrary, I was one of the shyest, most unsure people you ever met in your life. But I have one very specific quality: I'm plucky. I really am. I would say that's a perfect description of my personality. I am able to get up and dust myself off and keep moving forward. I'm very stubborn. I never knew that about myself. But I realize how stubborn I am when I look at all the terrible things that happened to me and how I just get up and keep going."
And thus, one of the all-time legends - and this case a superlative that is appropriate - of the Golden Age of Hollywood, Señorita Rita Moreno (pronounced "More-enn-o", she emphasised) summed herself up at the "In Conversation" event I was fortunate to attend last night at the BFI. Darling "journo-slut" Alex Hopkins had sweet-talked his way to be the only representative of the press to gain entry to the green room at the event, and I was thrilled when he asked me to accompany him.

Miss Moreno certainly is "plucky", as anecdote after anecdote about her long and often difficult life emerged. At 81, the lady is still gorgeous, svelte and sharp as a razor - she definitely looks nowhere near her actual age. Earlier this year she published her long-awaited memoir, and no holds were barred when it came to recalling how she was treated as a young Latino girl with great looks and a lot of talent entering a studio system that was still enmeshed in racial stereotyping.
"I became the house ethnic. And that meant I had to play anything that was not American. So I became this Gypsy girl, or I was a Polynesian girl, or I was an Egyptian girl. And finally I decided that by playing all these roles, I should have some kind of accent, but of course I had no idea what these people sounded like so I made up my own, and I now call it the universal ethnic accent. The funny part of it is that all my ethnic characters that I played all sounded exactly the same!

"It got me roles. And you know, for a while, that was wonderful - I was in the movies. But after a while I began to understand that it was really very demeaning."
Racism was not the only discriminatory attitude she encountered, either. She recounted the awful experience of having to flee a cocktail party where she was treated, by the host and male guests alike, as a "piece of meat" to be groped and subjected to whispered obscenities. She managed to escape by getting a lift home by a truck full of Mexican garden labourers - "the only gentlemen I met that night".

Of other "gentlemen" in her life, from Marlon Brando, with whom she had a six-year affair, to director Peter Glenville, whose film Summer and Smoke was the feature to follow the Q&A interview, and the film's star Lawrence Harvey (whose understanding of Tennessee Williams and the American Deep South were somewhat sketchy), her recollections were similar - none of these people knew how to handle her.

More hilarious and down-to-earth were her anecdotes about the surprisingly potty-mouthed Ann Miller, with whom she had been invited to another Hollywood party as arm candy, and what they discovered as they mischievously traipsed from bathroom to bathroom in the mansion to take a look through all of the host's medicine cabinets.

She spoke about her most famous roles with fondness - "Zelda Zanders" in Singin' in the Rain, "Tuptim" in The King and I and (of course) "Anita" in West Side Story, the part that gave her the most joy and landed her the Oscar (the first ever won by a Puerto Rican woman; she went on to be of the few people ever to win a Grammy, a Tony, an Oscar and an Emmy).

After the formal interview the questions were opened to the audience, which was fun - especially when someone asked if she was now retired. "Don't be ridiculous!", she retorted. Audience interaction is evidently her forte, as when she quietly pointed out someone in the audience who had slept right through the whole hour-and-a-half, and the way she thanked people for prompting her when she occasionally got stuck recalling a name or a movie title. She impressed us all.

One reviewer described reading Rita's memoir as like "sitting on the couch and having a face to face conversation". In the green room afterwards, we discovered how true that comment was. Miss Moreno took each question Alex asked her and effortlessly used it a springboard for another of her easy-going and totally charming stories; it just felt like we were invited in to chat with her and the assembled company around the adjacent sofas.

She told us how her award-winning role as "Googie Gomez" in The Ritz was in fact a character she invented as a "party amusement" for friends - the "comedy talentless Latino". It impressed playwright Terrence McNally so much, he wrote the part around her. Her recollections of other roles, other co-stars, other times and lives could have kept us entertained all night, had she not been kept to her schedule by her loyal retinue and ushered out.

Rita Moreno is truly a wonderful lady, a grande dame of stage and screen, with a wealth of stories to tell. I am still reeling from the experience of breathing the same air as, let alone meeting, the woman who was part of this...


...and, not forgetting it is still Tacky Music Monday, this!


Rita Moreno on Wikipedia.

Sunday, 24 March 2013

Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!



According to Tilda Swinton in her "open letter to David Bowie", at the launch on Wednesday of the V&A's almost sold-out tribute exhibition David Bowie Is, David was "'tickled'... to knock Elvis – for once! – out of the headlines on [their] shared birthday this year."

And quite right too. This is the Year of David Bowie, or so it would seem. And to that end the London Lesbian and Gay Film Festival - as always with its eye on the ball (ahem!) - hosted last night's gala We Love David Bowie.

Paul, Jim and I gathered among the hordes of delicious eccentrics parading in their "satin and tat" for the occasion, and settled in for the opening segment - an illustrated talk by that modern-day Ronald Firbank, the admirable Mr Rupert Smith.

Mr Smith has extensive first-hand insight into the enigma that is David Bowie, having met, interviewed and worked with such survivors of the hedonistic Warhol-esque art world that launched Bowie's career as Lindsay Kemp and Jayne County. However even he would not be unequivocal about the sexuality of the great man.



Instead, he took us on a fascinating journey into Bowie's constant toying with the idea - from his declaration that he was "gay, or at least bisexual" in an early interview while at the same time being married (to Angie) with a child, to the Ziggy Stardust era, when his cross-dressing androgyny and on-stage antics such as fellating Mick Ronson's guitar were guaranteed to outrage the establishment and ensured he was rarely out of the papers [a hilarious clip from an early edition of the very mainstream BBC magazine programme Nationwide emphasised this], to his later years, flirting with the ambisexual worlds of Romy Haag, Amanda Lear and Klaus Nomi.



It was this flirtatiousness with the idea of being a "queer icon", Mr Smith argued, which created the "Bowie phenomenon" that steam-rollered the boy from Brixton into a genuine world-dominating superstar, influencing everyone from Mick Jagger to Lou Reed to the New Romantics to today's "alternative" performers. Rupert summed up the huge significance of the man thus:
"Perhaps it was partly for show but ultimately I don't think it matters what he was doing in his private life. He's always been an actor. He clearly knew his way around gay culture in terms of its writing and music and visual art.

"More than anyone else, he blasted the closet-door off its hinges. At the very least in the '70s he was a pioneer of sexual openness in Britain."
And on that note, Rupert ushered in the second part of this extravaganza, a rare big-screen outing for the film Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars - the live concert footage from Hammersmith Odeon in 1973, after which he "killed the man". And here are just a few clips from this stunning performance:





Oh, how we wished we could have been there...

However, this was a celebration, and as with all good celebrations we had a party to attend! In the packed-to-the-brim sweat-box of the BFI's "Blue Room" we went on to dance the night away, as our DJs Jonathan Kemp (author of the award-winning London Triptych, no less) and Sadie Lee treated us to back-to-back non-stop Bowieness (all his hits, and others influenced by him) to a backdrop of moving slide images and video footage of the man projected on the walls.





It was an ecstatic experience, even if I feel a bit like "the man who fell to earth" this morning...

Among the many blogs I have done about Mr Bowie, read my tributes for his 65th birthday:
David Bowie website

Friday, 19 November 2010

I know what's going on in here



"I know what's going on in here, with all of you men going "Hee hee hee, boo boo boo, hah hah ha!"

We went to the BFI (British Film Institute) again last night, for a not-to-be-missed occasion - a rare showing of one of my all-time favourite films, The Ritz!

Adapted by Oscar-winning director Richard Lester from a 1970s theatrical production by the out-gay playwright Terrence McNally (who famously collaborated with Kander and Ebb on The Rink and Kiss of the Spiderwoman, received huge critical acclaim in the 90s with Love! Valour! Compassion! and in the noughties for his adaptation of The Full Monty for the stage), this is an extraordinary comedy indeed!

For those who have never seen this magnificent movie, the plot revolves around heterosexual Cleveland businessman Gaetano Proclo (Jack Weston) taking refuge from his homicidal Mafia brother-in-law Carmine Vespucci (Jerry Stiller) in "the one place no-one would think to look for him", a gay bath house! In this fabulously tacky place, he gets pursued by chubby-chaser Claude Perkins (Paul B Price), befriended by the wise-cracking slut Chris (F Murray Abraham), and ineptly followed by private dick Michael Brick (Treat Williams). Farce follows farce, as the characters try to dodge the hit-men, the goings-on in the steamroom, and of course, the wrath of resident "diva" Googie Gomez (played to absolute perfection by the fantabulosa Rita Moreno)...

I won't go on, just watch some of the clips for yourself. I can highly recommend it as a real uplifting tonic - we were crying with laughter (despite having seen it many times), and the audience was hooting! Enjoy...






Buy your copy of The Ritz from Amazon

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

How British TV changed forever



We managed to get tickets for the 50th anniversary showing of the first three episodes of Coronation Street at the BFI last night!

The evening was introduced by the camp-as-tits creator of the series, the genius that is Tony Warren, who regaled us with tales from his childhood and gave us an insight into the characters from his family and his street that gave birth to these magical soap legends. Annie Walker, Ena Sharples, Elsie Tanner, Albert Tatlock - he knew them all!

It was indeed a joy to see these restored classics on the big screen. We marvelled at how "modern" and forward-looking the storylines were, laughed at the tangled humour of these larger-than-life battleaxes (forever gossiping and bitching), and the audience cheered when Ena or Annie arrived on screen! It really must have had a huge impact in those more innocent and polite times.

Marvellous stuff! Shame the "in conversation" slot with Mark Lawson and Tony Warren later on was sold out - that would have been a joy.

Enjoy the moment that the world of British telly changed forever...

Monday, 26 April 2010

"Leave your troubles...outside!"



Madam Arcati, with the benefit of the annual BFI membership my sister bought him as a birthday prezzie, booked us to see a special members' showing of my all-time number one favourite film Cabaret last night!

Mere words cannot describe the influence this divinely decadent movie had upon me when I first saw it in the late 70s or early 80s - the magnificent Kander & Ebb songs, the genre-breaking atmosphere of sleaze, Bob Fosse's choreography, the chilling social upheaval that forms the backdrop to a weird doomed romance, the divine Michael York, and of course the Oscar-winning combination of Liza Minnelli and Joel Grey!

Suffice to say I was overjoyed to see it again on the big screen...


Cabaret on Wikipedia

Monday, 29 March 2010

Breeders' Informational Book of Living Examples



I had been aching to see the Big Gay Musical for ages now - a formula made in heaven, featuring sluts, telly evangelists, porn stars and camp gay men with angel wings, it just had to be a great experience. Read my previous blogs here and here.

Admittedly none of us were quite sure what to expect, but after all this wait it turned out to be a fantastic film - a story-within-a-story revolving around a cheap off-Broadway musical “Adam & Steve, Just the Way God Made ‘Em” and the tortuous personal lives of the boys playing the lead roles.

With brilliant song-and-dance numbers (especially the "gay cure" camp, the roller-skating guardian angel "Dorothy" and the campest "God" you could ever imagine) interwoven with the parallel stories about Paul's search for sex and love, and Eddie's crisis as his religious parents head to New York for the opening night of this very anti-religious play.

We laughed out loud as scenes from the “Breeder’s Informational Book of Living Examples” are given a brand new twist, Eve turns out to be right nasty bitch, and the telly evangelists have their own Damascene conversion along the way...

I met Daniel Robinson at a Polari night last year, and what a lovely man he is - I even had my arms round him for a photoshoot (wish it was my legs, but never mind!).

Here is a sample of what the movie has to offer. If you ever get the opportunity to see this film, I highly recommend it - a great pick-me-up and a perfect Sunday treat!

Wednesday, 25 June 2008

Old school eccentricity



"When we are young, we read and believe the most fantastic things.
When we are older, we learn with regret that these things cannot be."

We are quite, quite wrong!


Had a lovely time at the BFI last night, as we went to seen the sublime Noel Coward's classic film Blithe Spirit, as part of the David Lean centenary season.

A real old-school gem of a comedy, the plot revolves around the mayhem that ensues when a seance goes wrong, and a married couple (the very young Rex Harrison and Constance Cummings) are haunted by the mischievous and bitchy ghost of the first wife (Kay Hammond). But the real star turn is the wonderful Margaret Rutherford as the unconventional whimsical medium who can't send the ghosts back, Madame Arcati ("namesake" of my lovely other half).

The role of Madame Arcati was made for Margaret Rutherford - queen of the quintessentially English eccentrics. Her extreme theatrics when she goes into one of her trances, her joy at the realisation that her powers are not as "fake" as everyone thought, and her increasingly bizarre attempts to return the ghosts to the other side make this film such a masterpiece.


Screenonline - Blithe Spirit

Thursday, 19 June 2008

We’re neither of us free to love each other - there’s too much in the way



Dr. Alec Harvey: "I love you. I love you. You love me too. It's no use pretending it hasn't happened 'cause it has."

Laura Jesson: "Yes it has. I don't want to pretend anything either to you or to anyone else. But from now on, I shall have to. That's what's wrong. Don't you see? That's what spoils everything. That's why we must stop, here and now, talking like this. We're neither of us free to love each other. There's too much in the way. There's still time, if we control ourselves and behave like sensible human beings. There's still time."

We are such romantic softies. Well, actually we are fans of excellent film-making... That is why we went along to see the newly remastered classic Brief Encounter tonight (part of the David Lean centenary season at the BFI).

What a cinematic giant this film really is! Written in the last months of WW2 and produced by "the Master" Noel Coward, directed in Lean's charismatic "noir" style, and with bravura stiff-upper-lip style performances by its stars Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard, there can't be many people who are unfamiliar with this mannered, typically English gem of a tale about restrained infidelity and lost love.

But even if Brief Encounter is one of those familiar films of many a Xmas-at-home, there is nothing that quite compares with indulging yourself in a gorgeous big-screen black & white nostalgic delicacy of this kind every now and then...



Such a classic that even Victoria Wood needed to have a go:


Brief Encounter IMDB entry

David Lean centenary season BFI

Thursday, 27 March 2008

Oh l’amour, l’amour...



We went to see a showing of the classic film The Women last night at the British Film Institute on the South Bank. Despite the fact that it was announced as being introduced by Maureen Lipman, who never showed up, we had a whale of a time revisiting what must be one of the bitchiest films ever made - with leading ladies Joan Crawford, Norma Shearer, Rosalind Russell and Paulette Goddard and an all-female cast of stars, it couldn’t be anything else...



If you’ve never seen this masterpiece I cannot recommend it enough. In the hands of master scriptwriters Clare Boothe Luce (founder of Life magazine) and Anita Loos (famous for Gentlemen Prefer Blondes), the dialogue is as sharp as a razor, as the spoilt rich bitches catfight in their gowns by Adrian, and the wronged wife (Shearer) tries to recapture her husband from the clutches of an evil vamp (Crawford).

For its time, it is remarkably modern - so many comparable films of the pre-war era were over-sentimental, moral and puritanical - and remains a genuinely brilliant tour de force.

Some of the best quotes from the movie include:
  • "You simply must see my hairdresser, I DETEST whoever does yours."
  • "She’s got those eyes that run up and down a man like a searchlight."
  • "Get me a bromide - and put some gin in it."
  • "He almost stood me up for his wife!"
  • "Isn’t that (nail polish) divine? Jungle red!" "Looks like you’ve been tearing at somebody's throat!"
  • "Oh, poor creatures. They’ve lost their equilibrium because they’ve lost their faith in love. Oh l’amour, l’amour."
  • "Where I spit no grass grows ever!"
  • "Oh, she can’t help it. It’s just her tough luck that she wasn’t born deaf and dumb."
  • "When anything I wear doesn’t please Stephen, I take it off."
And my favourite of all:
  • "There is a name for you, ladies, but it isn’t used in high society... outside of a kennel!"

Read more about The Women

Apparently some idiot is producing a remake of this brilliant film - even with such names as Carrie Fisher, Bette Midler and Candice Bergen on board you just know it will be pants!

I mean - Eva Mendes trying to play a Joan Crawford character?! And wouldn’t the entire audience side with the man-stealing vamp if the wronged wife is played by Meg (somebody slap her) Ryan?