Woody Allen Recently

Woody Allen’s latest film “Midnight in Paris has just earned a richly deserved Oscar for best original screenplay. As is typical of an Allen film it is intelligent, irreverent, funny and full of irony. He has a unique insight into the human psyche and condition and his films take us to a version of reality that is always illuminating and thoroughly entertaining. Allen, like his peer Clint Eastwood is among an elite school of director/actor that seem to get better with age and every new effort. Yes; I did just pair Woody Allen with Clint Eastwood.

“Midnight in Paris” has a lot in common with other of Allen’s most recent films in that it occurs in a European city and the worlds of art, letters and sophistication are prominate and central to the adventure. The other two late Allen projects that compliment  “Midnight”  are “Vicky Christina Barcelona” and “Match Point.” The Allen protagonists (usually portrayed by himself in earlier pieces) are always searching for some kind of idealized or romanticized state of existence. In “Midnight in Paris” his stand in Owen Wilson longs for the Paris of the Jazz Age. It seems that ever period of French History co-exists in simultaneous parallel planes and at midnight from the right vantage point it is possible to visit the Paris of your dreams. This creates an especially intense and engaging environment for dialogues with the greats of literature and the art world of the Nineteen Twenties. Like any intriguing “Time Travel Film” Allen’s “Midnight” is a treatise on our own times.

“Match Point” released in 2005 starring Jonathan Rhys-Meyers and Scarlett Johansson is a slight nod to Hitchcock’s “Strangers on a Train” and another brilliant work from Woody. Rhys-Meyers is a tennis player hoping to marry into the elite world of London money and power with a marriage of convenience to his boss’s daughter. When he finds himself actually falling for another woman; Johansson, he’s created for himself something of an additional problem. As the plot unfolds there are trips to the Tate Modern, fashionable London streets and he even walks past a Banksy graffiti wall piece.  In the midst of his nefarious plotting   Rhys-Meyers puts in a compelling performance and Allen is in great writing and directing form.

“Vicky Christina Barcelona” is one of Allen’s most original and unusual scripts. Scarlett Johansson and Rebecca Hall are cast as two American girls on sabbatical in Spain who fall for the same rogue of an artist play wonderfully by Javier Bardem. Vicky and Christina are very different in temperament, have different senses of adventure and Vicky, just as a minor complication is engaged to be married. To mix things up just a little more Penelope Cruz enters the fray as the ex-lover and true soul mate of Bardem’s character. Now; just for laughs it happens that Penelope has recently in a fit of passion attempted to kill Bardem. The film is loaded with art and art references, propelled by an amazing score featuring the best Spanish Guitar and tunes of any contemporary soundtrack. Another home run for Allen’s team of collaborators.

Woody has recently found Europe to be a very receptive market and actually cheaper to film in European cities than in his beloved New York. Working abroad is also enhancing his credentials as an international and versatile creator. His next film scheduled for release later this year is titled “Nero Fiddled.” It is located in Rome and will mark his return to acting. Woody Allen is always interesting, always funny and inventive and truly a master of the form.  Congratulations on your Oscar and continued success.

Bombs, Beasts and Brilliance; the Works of Brad Holland

  “The Modern Jazz Sextet” a recording by Dizzy Gillespie was always intriguing to me but not necessarily for the music. It had been released in the nineteen eighties a time when music albums were recorded on vinyl and the covers were works of art. “The Sextet” cover featured a painting of a six headed musician with a single huge body playing a small trumpet. It was and remains completely fascinating, mysterious and entertaining as an all time best transcendent   illustration. This cover and the many creations of Brad Holland remain engaging and ever beautiful.

Holland was among the top contributors of that time and he continues to work and grow in achievement and skill.  I was becoming a fan of the great Holland and it was with other pieces that I began to recognize and treasure (especially those in Rolling Stone) and my fandom would be cemented. Holland; truly ranks as a leader. He is recognized by the New York Society of Illustrators as a master. It is deserved.

Holland began a professional career with Hallmark Greeting Cards and went on to work for a number of magazines including Playboy, Time, Esquire and GQ. He has also worked with Peter Schjeldahl at Avant Garde Magazine and on the New York Times Op-Ed pages.  Advertisements, book covers, portraits and posters are also among Holland’s eminent and varied repertoire. His book “Human Scandals” Is an amazing document and much prized by collectors. It consists of pen and ink drawings mostly of a political nature. Many memorable Holland drawings are featured in this collection. His style is uniquely original with reflections or comparisons to other artist/illustrators inevitable.

Goya, Dali, Millet, Daumier and his contemporaries Crumb and Levine echo in his work but Holland is his own man/artist. Holland’s work speaks so loudly for themselves that they virtually shout to the viewer. They can also speak with a nuanced elegance that has the ability to entrance. Do enjoy the works of Brad Holland and return to them often.

The Tyger

"The Tyger"   William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?