Friday, July 22, 2011

Post-Showtime Clips: The People's Front, The Life of Brian

Matinee darlings, as we come off of political filmmage, a giggle with the intensity of our various assemblages to right the wrongs (and sometimes forget the rallying cause?)

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Fashion Interlude: Baby Love


Matinee-cheries, a little post-Z 1960s inspiration continues with essay Baby Love---via V Magazine and photographer Josh Olins. Cheque it out!

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Inspired by Z


Z is one of the truly stylish political activist movies which is no coincidence in terms of time period and the wicked combo of gorgeous actors, director, composer and "generic" geography. Leftie politics do sort of kick sartorial ass and whether you are disarming nuclear war heads, stuffing carnations in bayonets or simply reading a prohibited playwright---rock the righteous look en route to a more just planet.

Getting the word out to fellow revolutionaries...
Debonair activism---c'est style tres juste, mes chers
Looking amazing while dealing with bad news...
Even though Yves Montand rocks some righteous specs, it's Jean-Louis Trintignant geeking it out who makes it for me. Alors:

Beautiful Irene Pappas spends all her scenes crying...and she does it so pretty.
Kohl and Eye Make-up Tutorial
(from another legend)

That eponymous "Z" full of at least three meanings...maybe more?

Checking out x-rays of your amore's head fracture is disconcerting to say the least. Chic but sedate, peut-etre?


Devious but smoking...
What the junta prohibits, we pursue:





















Film: Z (1969) [Costa-Gavras, Dir.]


My Matinee darlings, we are switching gears dramatically this week and going political--not only is the brilliant Z a story of political protest but the making of the film is an exercise against fascism. Filmed in the late 1960s--era of global revolutions--Z is a Greek-French collaboration and although the location is a fictionalized nowhere space, the understanding is a critique of the right wing government in Greece.

Costa-Gavras's film begins the bracing music that continues throughout--a sexy contrast to a film that contains a substantial amount of drama in bureaucratic offices and between suits--the feds are getting a lowdown on political activism the disease of diverse political thought, the "isms" (socialism, communism, existentialism...basically matinee lovers, anything intellectual--the isms are mutually exclusive and this government is old school militaristic fascism).

"Ideological mildew spreading from the workers and students to the peasants..."

Meanwhile, the leftie pacifists are prepping to host an anti-nuclear, disarmament good time global peace rally, featuring a politically vocal doctor "Z" (suave Yves Montand) who already has death threats piling in before he even comes to town...the lefties are also dealing with permit problems and needing a space to host their shindig.

The lefties approach the government for protection for their honored guest but are told, "Vague. No basis for action." So Yves lands in town and makes his dapper political entree to adoring student pacifists and secret enemies who have been tailing the lefties for days..."Permit or not," Yves says, "People will be here."

Here is where we also begin the flashbacks of Yves and his beautiful wife, Helene played by Irene Papas and are confronted with vignettes of their complex relationship.

The pivotal action of Z takes place in this first half, and I don't want kill it for you matinee viewers, but know we are talking violent politics. Hippie students passing out leaflets are met by hired thugs before Yves/Z's big night. The big political rally is juxtaposed with the visiting Bolshoi ballet taking place on the other side of town in un petit tableau of activism/pacifism v. bourgeoisie/conformist culture. And the rally screams of late 60s cold war politics, "We are against the bomb, Russian or American!" And here is where things become dangerous and muddled...

Post the rally, we head into the investigation of the night and uncovering of the deep machinations at work.

Central are the charming photojournalist, played by Jacques Perrin (with a super 60s 'stache crowning his debonair smile)

And hottie hot Jean-Louis Trintignant, "le juge d'instruction"---our chief investigating magistrate. Who looks too young and delicious for the job at hand, but trust him...

The investigation peels back layers of violence, class and political affiliation, and even hypocrisy between "good politics" and "bad love."

Bracing and breath-taking, Z is a quintessential film of political revolution, not only in its story but in the actual production. A most cerebral matinee, with late 60s fashion and intellectual idealism, Z is a protest of violence and conformity. I dare you not to be inspired...

Added bonus, the film score is glorious, by legendary Greek composer Mikis Theodorakis

Bon mot: Z means "He is alive" in ancient Greek.

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Criterion

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Inspired by The Last of Sheila


It is no surprise that at the Matinee, there is a distinct weakness for the early 1970s, ergo, The Last of Sheila is in many ways, our stylistic mothership. Indulge in wide legged denim abandon, excessive pairs of sunglasses and yes, you wear a hat today---even if it is an errand to the post office and gas station. Because in our hearts, we are all on a yacht in the Mediterranean, n'est-ce pas?

Take notes and keep score:
If our players could rock the righteous while avoiding death and following arcane clues around the Mediterranean---why can't we?

Looking good on the high seas and keeping your wits about you:
Store your clues where no one else will find them!
You got to have friends...and you got to have platforms

Indiscretions were two peoples' secrets. In a very unlikely pairing...or was it?
Survive floating around the yacht---because even broad daylight is no comfort when a killer is on the loose.
A stylish twist on the incognito game sequence
Hats! And Silver Medallions...
Glam look for cocktail hour (when wasn't on this voyage?) and the gathering of clues. Outfit is a mix of Raquel Welch and Ian McShane---and poised to beguile James Mason.
Style points from...
Clinton
Alice
Anthony