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Friday, November 29, 2002  

LE LAPIN! LE LAPIN! LE LAPIN!

il semble que ces jours-ci j'aie vécu sous le signe du lapin.

tout a commencé avec Donni Darko. un film a priori inoffensif, indé américain, dont j'attendais la sortie impatiemment après avoir vu jake gyllenhaal arpenter les planches du west end dans "this is our youth". cette pièce de kenneth lonergan, relatant l'histoire de trois adolescents de new-york dans les années 80, est devenue le passage obligé de toute jeune personne à belle dentition ayant des vues sur un pied-à-terre à hollywood.
gyllenhaal avait rayonné d'énergie pure et brute, illustrant les incohérences et les peurs adolescentes de la manière la plus attachante, ses silences même réduisant à néant les efforts laborieux des deux autres têtes d'affiche, Hayden Christensen, (anakyn skywalker), et anna paquin, (rescapée du Piano); en brillant l'air de rien, gyllenhaal avait malgré lui pris dans ses feux ses co-stars, qui en étaient restés figés comme des lapins.

depuis d'autres jeunes gens aux dents longues se sont essayés à l'exercice: matt damon, casey affleck et summer phoenix, qui se sont fait descendre par la critique jugeant qu'ils étaient trop pépères pour ces rôles d'ados révoltés, et dernièrement, colin hanks (fils) et kieran culkin (frère), ce dernier semblant faire l'unanimité de la critique.

gyllenhaal donc, revenant à l'offensive avec donnie darko, joue une fois de plus un adolescent un peu perturbé, dont le meilleur ami lui annonce la fin du monde. tout irait pour le mieux dans le meilleur des mondes si son copain n'était un lapin géant qui s'appelle Frank. ajoutez à cela une bande son commençant par "the killing moon" d'echo & the bunnymen, et vous comprendrez la naissance de mon obsession avec les lapins. donnie darko apprend également que ce n'est pas pour rien que le lapin n'a pas été choisi comme meilleur ami de l'homme, mais je vous laisse le soin de découvrir pourquoi.

suivant la piste du lapin, je m'inquiétai soudain du sort d'Echo, alias Ian McCullogh, et de ses Bunnymen. le ciel ne se fit pas attendre, et m'envoya sa réponse cruelle le lendemain, une nuit bleutée où je me trouvai à regarder la télévision à des heures indécentes. alors que je mettais un moratoire à mon zapping compulsif, la cérémonie des Q awards (du magazine musical du même nom) venait juste de récompenser Coldplay pour leur dernier album. chris martin, pas ingrat, est monté sur scène pour rendre hommage à echo&theB., achevant sa croisade personnelle pour la réintroduction de ces artistes déchus sur la scène musicale nationale. brave petit gars, a rush of blood to the head me laisse un peu dubitative, mais il est toujours rafraîchissant de voir un artiste comme martin rester fidèle à ses premiers amours. lorsque mcCullogh est apparu, je me suis cependant demandée si les efforts de martin n'étaient pas purement et simplement un acte humanitaire: finis les lapins ébouriffés, finie l'arrogance de la jeunesse désabusée des années 80, finie l'humour grinçant et le romantisme entre les lignes. the coral ont remplacé echo&theB. sur la longue liste des groupes essayant d'arracher Liverpool à son héritage industriel décadent. ian McCullogh est devenu un gros champignon gonflé d'ennui et de matins gris, de comprimés aux couleurs fatiguées et de bière de supermarché, ses yeux humides perdus dans le souvenir de nuits glorieuses, la frustration dans sa voix empâtée ne pouvant plus comprendre les sentiments et les mots d'une chanson trop souvent entonnée.
ça m'a rendue triste. il y avait-il des lapins plus heureux ailleurs sur terre?

en australie? le film rabbit-proof fence m'apporterait peut-être une réponse. bien que la critique soit excellente, je doutais que l'histoire véridique de la "génération volée", (politique de déracinement d'enfants aborigènes) soit l'occasion de débordements de joie. qu'importe! à l'heure devant le cinéma, déterminée à acheter mon billet, me voilà rejetée par un changement d'horaire, la séance prévue à quatre heures étant annulée. tant pis! ma quête de lapins ne s'arrêterait pas là! un autre cinéma, deux heures plus tard, et me voilà dans la salle obscure. "tu es sûre que nous sommes dans la bonne salle? le film aurait dû commencer il y a une demi-heure! -ben oui! regarde! salle 2, c'est la salle 2, non?!"
un homme portant une chemise au goût douteux entre, et s'adressant à l'auditoire, commence un discours sur la communication, pub et affiche de james bond. "Hein? c'est quoi ça? merde! on n'est pas dans la bonne salle! - puisque je te dis que c'est la salle 2, on a vérifié!". l'intrus achève son discours "et sans plus attendre, je vous laisse regarder 8 mile!". "Putain! le film d'eminem! c'est le film d'eminem!" je jubile, essayant d'expliquer mais ne pouvant dire autre chose que "c'est le film d'eminem!". il faut dire que le fait que "le film d'eminem" ne sorte en angleterre qu'en janvier prochain, et que je me retrouve par le plus parfait des hasards dans une projection privée pour voir un film dont on dit qu'il a apporté rédemption à marshall mathers de l'autre côté de l'atlantique, me remplit d'une joie sans nom.
passé les fous-rire du premier quart d'heure, dus au décalage entre la perspective de voir les grands espaces sauvages du bush australien et la vue du rappeur chantant devant un miroir de chiottes minables et très urbaines, je me suis laissée entraînée par l'histoire de 8 mile: eminem joue le rôle d'un jeune homme sans futur à Detroit, dont les seules joies sont ses virées avec ses potes et sa passion pour les mots bien roulés. les "combats" ou joutes verbales, où s'opposent les meilleurs rappeurs de la ville alternent une routine blafarde, entre un boulot à l'usine et une mère, incarnée par kim basinger, ne sachant faire face à ses responsabilités. cliché? c'est sans compter sur le fait que le film est drôle, attachant, et que Mathers sait mettre le dernier des sceptiques sur le cul avec sa capacité à transformer le plus banal des incidents en rap virtuose. la version parodique de "sweet home alabama" est un grand moment, où l'on imagine un eminem reconverti en rock singer. enfin, le combat final fera jubiler toute personne ayant déjà sauté et piétiné avec un sourire béat dans un champ ou une salle aux murs dégoulinants de sueur.
je m'inquiète seulement à la perspective de la sortie du film en france, où l'alternative semble être un écran rempli de sous-titres, (tentant de soutenir le rythme avec lequel eminem dégomme ses pointes), ou un eminem changé en jacques balutin.

et les lapins dans tout ça? outre le fait je me sois retrouvée comme alice au pays des merveilles suivant le lapin blanc dans un lieu enchanté et étrange, (ici en l'occurrence, une petite after-film dans une crypte avec alcool a gogo), je suis venue à la conclusion que le fil d'ariane n'était pas rompu.
marchant dans la nuit brumeuse sous la pleine lune, courant après le renard réapparu de nulle part, assise par terre dans la cuisine, fixant la machine à laver et remarquant à peine qu'une lessive encore mouillée se trouvait là depuis au moins cinq jours, je me suis répétée: "c'est tout de même incroyable!! incroyable que le surnom d'Eminem dans 8 mile soit 'rabbit'!"


posted by lsdb | 12:40 PM


Friday, November 22, 2002  

Q: WHAT WOULD JESUS DRIVE?
A: A PLAYMOBIL CAR

how extraordinary. while i was writing a post on biodiesel on wednesday, ITV news suddenly beamed in my direction and the Son of God looked me in the eye:
- "what d'you think i would drive?" he said, cheap neon xmas lights flashing behind him.
- hi jeez! howdy? i am writing that thing about biodiesel...
-WHAT WOULD I DRIVE? he repeated at the top of his voice as if i was deaf. a ford sierra? a white van?" he then walked off through a screen of smoke, while i desperately tried to decipher the writings on the back of his leather jacket. in silver studs they suddenly shone: WWJD.

WWJD? flashback to a surfing trip in portugal where one of these kiwi surfing chicks drawing sunsets in their travel diary proudly flashed her WWJD bracelet before us. "what's that?" we asked naively, thinking it was maybe some new kind of friendship bracelet. rolling her eyes up she sighed, "WWJD, What-Would-Jesus-Do!! bought it in ZA, these bracelets are so much fun!".


so the sacred letters were back: WWJD, with a D for drive.
trevor mcdonald's correspondent attempted to get some answers off a young ecclesiastic who suddenly came to the realisation that the path to enlightenment was filled with yet more questions "uhm, ... what car? uhm... i... i don't know, i don't know!" he said in despair. fortunately, the Evangelical Environmental Network know. "Love your neighbor as yourself" and stop driving your 2.6 picker trucks (pledge and buy and $5.00 bumper sticker, as seen on TV). jesus don't like no picker trucks, sir. jesus walks! jesus rides his bicycle! i see you coming, you think jesus can't drive no car! f'course he can drive jesus! you just don't see him cos he drives invisible cars for people just like YOU not to see him! ha ha!

well. for once american religious groups are devoting their energy to something other than encouraging secondary virginity, selling milkshakes to improve vaginal moisture, wishing ariel sharon were tougher on palestinians to speed up their masterplan to convert jews to christianity, contributing to the republican platform, blaming the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians for the sept 11th attacks, we should celebrate.

any natural born blogger will have noticed that the News at Ten report showed a glimpse of a whatwouldjesusdrive website, i therefore had to go and find it, religious sites are "so much fun".
whatwouldjesusdrive.com is fun indeed. like hell did these folks improve their communication strategy! dog action on playmobil man in hospital bed, that's what i call a revamp of image!
ach nein! only some geek got there early, clever bastard, registering the name under what we all assumed was bound to be a .com extension (televangelists' fault).
then chatting yesterday to mr blogjam, who's usually the first to be told about such disgusting practices, (if he doesn't initiate them himself), i learned that what i assumed to be a billion light years old story was only pretty recent indeed, so that i was relieved to know i could shove off with my unfounded guilt of getting old and fat and being always behind (like daypop has been down for weeeeeeeeeeeeeks you half geek! get a life! ok, i am still getting old and fat)

i am left with the feeling i have seen the instigator of whatwouldjesusdrive.com before, his writings being terribly familiar, oh god help me! did i meet him in a previous life? someone help.

in the meantime, you can check the .org site, with nice pix of jeez with diffuse glow.

posted by lsdb | 3:33 AM


Wednesday, November 13, 2002  



Less than 6 weeks to Xmas, and already we are running around to get our loved ones memorable presents. as unfashionable as they were only a few years ago, it seems that gas-masks are going to be the must-be items of the winter. don't rush just yet, as Tony Blair hinted frantic last minute shopping sprees were unnecessary. in a culture where the superfluous has taken over the necessary, it is unlikely Tony will be listened to. so with our Raf Simons combats on, one last XBox training session, we are punching in the dark getting ready for our very own Xmas war.

WAR AGAINST SADDAM
the Iraqi parliament has surprisingly rejected the UN resolution (i suspect the Iraqi parliament is just a big hall of mirrors, where each reflection of saddam is adjusted to precisely fall on a parliament seat. hence the impression MPs all look the same and talk the same), but Saddam saved the day, and will let inspectors in. but the possibility of a war is still present. so there we are, trying to be shoulder to shoulder with the US, while they are stepping on our toes to get a better view of what lies ahead for them in a post-saddam iraq. let's face it: we all heard about that terrible rumour that war was only motivated by greed for the world's second biggest oil reserves.
a war against evil? the press was recently asking the real question "saddam is bad but is he mad?". the excellent Panorama documentary on Saddam broadcast on BBC1 last week gave a partial answer: apart from the fact that Saddam has got dozens of body-doubles that he sends round to be shot at by revolutionaries or to welcome a beaming Joerg Haider (what did he go to saddam for? advice?), that he scares to death (literally) his entourage, that he crushed in the most horrible fashion the opposition, who naively believed that america's dedication to the Gulf cause would extend to supporting them, Saddam is... ahem... yes, barking mad. especially with his back to the wall warned specialists. with nothing left to lose, there is no controlling him. an encouraging message to motivate our troops.

MORAL WAR?
as for him being bad, well, the answer is: aren't we all a bit naughty? (only yesterday, i was myself told i had a "naughty face" by a spaniard who could not speak english. whatever that meant).
is america on a crusade to right the world's wrongs? maybe. but once the Iraqi job is done, what a task lies ahead! didn't we hear that north korea was developing a vast nuclear program when we all know that oops, they do not have a nuclear energy policy?
third world countries will tell you, the biggest task will probably be to sack most of the UN security council's permanent members for not respecting the rules they strive to see respected. take chemical and biological weapons. take Russia, who gassed chechen rebels and its own citizens with some "anaesthetics" during the theatre siege. Russia's use of a toxic chemical agent in what is considered a law enforcement situation is most arguably not a violation of the Chemical Weapons Convention, of which Russia is a signatory.

take ahem...erica. the federation of american scientists declared on monday that they were setting up a monitoring network to control violations of the 1972 Biological Weapons Convention, as the US government is opposing stringent inspections of its own program. now, does that remind you of something? how about a surreal Xmas, where an ultimatum would be imposed on the US to let inspectors examine their military program?
are permanent members of the commission above international law because of their great wisdom? do these words give you any indication that the US government is a wise one? is bush bad, mad or stupid? if madness is known in most legal systems to be an exemption from responsibility, ignorance never is.

WAR AND OIL
so. if we're not fighting for the good of humankind, what are we fighting for? oil.
when you consider that two thirds of oil reserves lie in the middle-east, the most volatile region in the world, you think "fair enough". after all, we weren't happy bunnies when fuel protesters brought the country to a halt last winter, so what would we do if most of our oil supplies were cut off, making prices rocket? we should acknowledge that the US are footing most of the bill of protecting access to reserves in the region, ensuring a relative stability of prices. with bin laden's plans to remap the oil market and charge as little as $144 a barrel of crude oil (five times the current price), we might start to think that after all, a little Xmas action would do no harm.
so, how great will the world be once Saddam is six feet under?
"The successful prosecution of the war would be good for the economy" as Larry Lindsey, President Bush's economic adviser, recently said. ay! there's the rub! for what dreams may come, once we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. it is not without reason that Russia and France have so long used the ghost of veto at the UN. let's face it, they did not oppose US intervention out of altruism for the iraqi people. europe's humanitarianism is a fine idea, but it is much more likely that europe were mainly worried that they would see their dreams vanish with the US carving up iraq for their own oil companies, leaving other UN permanent members out in the cold. the chief exec of BP himself expressed his fears on the subject. as one of new labour's favourite industrial figure, he is not what you could call an anti-capitalist protester.
the Iraqi National Congress spokesman, Zaab Sethna, recently confirmed that negociations had taken place between the INC and US oil multinationals. INC leader, Ahmed Chalabi, did not hide that he would reward US war efforts: "American companies will have a big shot at Iraqi oil."
the French company TotalFinaElf is both negotiating with the US and iraq on the development of the Nahr Umar field.
as for Russia, with Zarubezhneft winning its $90bn contract after Baghdad took it away from TotalFinaElf because of French support for sanctions, and Lukoil holding a $20bn contract to drill the West Qurna oilfield, it has everything to lose if contracts were to be declared null and void by the post-saddam government.
to add to the list of potential losers to a US intervention: the OPEC. Larry Lindsey predicts "When there is a regime change in Iraq, you could add three to 3 to 5 million barrels [per day] of production to world supply." if this is true, each US citizen, who consumes 2.5 times as much oil as a British one, will be swimming in the black stuff by next xmas.
but no evaluation of the cost of war and long-term presence in the middle-east can be made, and there is no guarantee that the West will have indefinite access to these reserves. even with his alaska back-up, (pillage of the wild-life reserve for a predicted 1% of total global production), Bush will have a lot to answer for before his children for his fanatical fossil fuels policy. at the Johannesburg summit, the US fought the EU initiative of a 15% target for renewable energies by 2010, when it is predicted by the most optimistic petro-geologists that the world's oil production will peak by 2040 (meaning that half of existing and potential reserves will have been used up).

what will the financial, environmental and human cost be then?


posted by lsdb | 10:33 AM


Monday, November 04, 2002  

LE RENARD ET LES BOUCHONS

ça m'aura pris quelques temps à la voir cette histoire, mais tandis que je parlais de renard, Cramoisi a écrit cette petite histoire de bouchons. je me dis parfois que les blogs francophones ont du bon.

posted by lsdb | 8:32 AM
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