Thursday, 13 December 2018

IFC ROOFTOP BAR, CENTRAL, HONG KONG



Jan 1, 2010

so… bring it on bring it on bring it on the lights the cameras the laughs the rainbows the decades ahead…

…flight…suspension…flight…suspension……re-appropriating ville natale

Jan 11, 2010

« I have only slipped away into the next room… Whatever we were to each other that we still are.  Call me by my old familiar name ; speak to me in the easy way which you always used.  Put no difference in your tone ; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.  Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.  Let my name be over the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort… »*

Remembering the green ray …

Remembering the ray … rule 1) not to imagine your film will change the world ; rule 2) so not to put more means than foreseeable audience ; rule 3) not to mingle with the stars and sheen and shine people, bypass honours, hype, self-promotion ; rule 4) keep in mind ethics, morals, self-respect and respect for others, and make independence and absolute artistic freedom your daily meal
Remembering the green ray, his wisdom 1) there are festivals around the clock around the globe so a choice is to be made between work and show ; 2) sooner or later one will get used to being the prize machine, so might as well be an abstainer from the start ; 3) fellow conspirators become competitors, quickly the grass becomes always greener on the other side, another reason to remember the green ray and be wise.

…remembering and only starting to understand (as several others) where some of our idiosyncrasies come from : the very firm demand on perfected work ; the distaste for wasting time in hype and glitter, but not beyond a juicy gossip or two ; the frugal workstyle and lifestyle ; the less one needs the freer one is ; and the total intransigence for independence.


February 2010

… lessons learned, lessons shared… new rainbows on the horizon.
… in documentary, organisation of the random into intent ; in fiction, looking for the random to give spark and spice to the intentional.  Finally, like fraternal twins, doc and fiction, look different, one likes meat and the other veggies but so complementary, « same same » in fact, as they say in BKK.



March 2010

Was refused a « Back to native village card » unless i can prove my « Chinese »ness ; maybe Sarko didn’t invent the national identity question and copied on them over here ?  Realised it didn’t really matter one way or another as long as can still remember who i am and what i’m supposed to be to whom and where … funnily enough the only one which never questioned my appartenance is the country where I « belonged » for the shortest time in my life.

… being many things and several people at the same time… luckily there’s only one heart (though divided into 3 equal parts of Js) and one head (hopefully still together) but the magnolia/jasmin/whatever smells heavenly, heady and great in the humid morning air and it’s 24°C and the sun sometimes shines and the Asian foreign girlie students next to me in the subway were singing on their way home between giggles.

…night too… perfect with a breeze

…finally found isolated rooftop bar overlooking overcast harbour and much-needed out-of-this-world-expensive chilled chardonnay and cool music.  The earth has trembled in Turkey after Haiti Japan Indonesia Chili… is it all slipping under our feet while here zombies rush about oblivious to nonstop onslaught of medias/canned heat/instructions (« wash your hand, wear a mask ») fill-the-gap-noise (O FEAR THE SILENCE : for it makes you think).
Dare I go for another glass ?  That is the question.

… tu n’as rien vu à Hiroshima (Hong Kong, Paris, Tokyo, Montreal, Istanbul)…






*”Death Is Nothing At All” by Henry Scott-Holland




5 RUE LEON BLOY, FONTENAY-AUX-ROSES





       « Think of the man who invented this crazy idea.»  I think of the man, I think of your hands, I think of your self-enforced silence, I think of you in every street corner, in every night, in every sun, in every song,  in the wide expanse of the desert, in every fertile conversation with my creative team.

                 Of course I feared that this personal note would turn the work into some sort of « Lettres d’amour en Somalie »-bis, or the accented mumblings of that certain documentalist redeeming his white guilt over much of his oeuvre about the "Dark Continent".   Is it inadvisable, then, to mix personal sentiments and intimate impressions, with the documentary - the supposedly objective view ?  I think that the confrontation with a wildly alien culture, the shock in the face of so much poverty and so much suffering, the pure physical sensations of different heats and different smells, the constant and incredible efforts needed to summon the intellectual will to absorb and adjust, could only be profound and fruitful if pushed into sharp contrast with, or mis en relief because of, deeply-rooted memories as well as strong present and past emotional ties.  Without that anchor and that catalyst for intellectual analysis and understanding, the journey could become a tourist’s heaven, simply drinking in colours and flavours and occasionally conjuring up the image of a next-door neighbour’s garden at home for comparison.

                And that the thought flies to you is a matter of comfort, and inspiration.  And that the story cannot be told without your presence, or your absence, is a matter of fact.  I can imagine that you will be flabbergasted and dismayed to have to endure personal musings in this context, and yet you, of all artists, have made your life the fibre of your creative work.  In fact, how common that is.  Comes to mind the French documentary lady who mutters out loud in her film her love for her man, the Senegalese sculptor ; or the South African poet who puts his lady-wife’s toe and other presence in every work.  Comes to mind, also, that as moving and grand and widely accepted of a lady’s presence as muse in a man’s creations, we, and I must admit, I too, tend to cringe when a man, object of a lady’s affection and most of all, of desire, is exhibited proudly as muse in a woman artist’s work.

               Perhaps because the lady muse in a man’s creation stays the man’s invention, and his work remains auto-biographical, i.e. mainly about himself ; while a work by a woman artist about the man who inhabits her tends to become an ode to the object, with the author more-or-less hiding behind the model.  Or am I being generalist ? 


(April 4, 2001)

Monday, 10 December 2018

8 CASTLE PEAK ROAD, TUEN MUN, HONG KONG

(Follow instructions in Booklet to view Videos)















 
(interactive booklet originally published May 2016, for Department of Visual Studies, Lingnan University, Hong Kong)


10 TAI HANG ROAD, HONG KONG










MEMORY OF WATER  (The Memory of Water? A Memory of Water?)
(excerpt from English outline of a project-in-progress, February 15, 2003, Toronto)

NOTES:

INTERCHANGEABILITY: 
Depending on the country of production, the details of the event of "The French May" organised by the French Consulate can be replaced by an event "Retrospective Cinema Canada" organised by Telefilm Canada.  Eric Rohmer can be replaced by a Quebecois film master.

VISUAL TREATMENT:
The idea may be to shoot the Prologue and Epilogue (1st and last scene) in Digital Video (flat washed metal quality) and the rest in Film (probably more 16 or Super 16 than super-slick 35mm, especially to cut together with the possibly-16mm news footage of the time).

TRIMMING DOWN : 
Coloured paragraphs MAY BE out ???
 Highlighted passages : KEY to revelations and atmosphere.
1.     To use only 1 voice, not 4 stories.
2.     All the present-tense told in Voice-Off’s and still photographs or staccato images instead of dramatic sequences, only scenes in the past are enacted ?


CHARACTERS :
MELANIE :          Main character
MIMI :                  Her sister, maybe unnecessary
JADE :                  Unseen in Part One – rich family girl turns material girl in 1997
ELAINE :             Poor family girl turns into Christian mom
NANCY :             Free creative soul turns into subdued Chinese wife
JULIEN:              love interest, object of search and quest
DAMIEN :                 first sexual interest Part One
LAWRENCE :       Denouément of the above in Part Two
FATHER/MOTHER : Part One
GRANDMA :            Part Zero
ELAINE’s brother JACK : Part One proletariat hero : unnecessary ?
NANCY’s brother CHRIS : Part One westernized boy turns Chinese revolutionary : unnecessary ?
ANN :                     Part One, other European pen-pal, unnecessary ?
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PROLOGUE  (5 min)  Under opening credits


June 1997

VOICE-OFF of MELANIE (behind her voice, the dull insistent sound of a downpour):
"I have arrived in Hong Kong since May, 1997.  The "French May" organised by the French Consulate is featuring a programme of films « Paris-Hong Kong 1967-1997 ».  I am responsible for this selection, having been spokeswoman for French cinema for the last 10-odd years. I am to elucidate and illuminate these foreigners, namely the cinephiles of Hong Kong.  I am supposed to defend the French national colours, which I have been hired to do, all these years, at varions odd places on the globe, without it ever having brought me back to my native soil. »
(pause)
(behind her voice, Prince Charles' voice is heard over the sounds of rain, we are obviously watching a real-time relay of the Handover Ceremony:
"Britain is both proud and privileged to have been involved with this success story, proud of the British values and institutions that have been the framework for Hong Kong's success.  Proud of the rights and freedoms which Hong Kong people enjoy.")

VOICE-OFF of MELANIE continues:                                  
"We left Hong Kong for Canada in 1967.  It is as though my memories of Hong Kong begin in the year 1967.  Before that, there were only fragments, like waves rushing to the shore, returning from time to time.  First of all there was this house on Tai Hang Road, with its vast cement terrace and the forced garden on it full of hibiscus flowers and bamboo trees and grapevines.  Behind the house, there was a small "jungle" of wild papaya trees which no one bothered to take care of.  The enclave was too wild to be reached by us children and we spent a great deal of time longingly looking at the papayas rotting on the trees.

It was while we lived in this house that Mother, at the request of Father, took over from him to manage our family business of construction materials.  She turned its near-bankrupcy status around by working with mainland China, something that was considered risky both commercially and politically at the time.  As it turned out, her decision paid off handsomely. »

IMAGES:  The terrace of the old house on Tai Hang Road, still in the style of three-storeyed Hong Kong mansions of the 1950s, gradually transforms from a blooming garden to a working open-air-factory.  Women from the neighbouring shantytowns stooped over sheets of mosaics imported from mainland China, and re-pasted the missing pieces .  Other women, two by two, were coming out of the house carrying large pots of freshly-cooked rice-glue.

VOICE-OFF of MELANIE continues:
"Since the liberation of Hong Kong from the Japanese occupation, my parents' company rapidly expanded with the construction boom.  We were exclusive representatives of Chinese mosaics which all the new buildings needed.  These mosaics, arriving in sheets, often had pieces missing.  The lack of quality control of mainland Chinese production, however, is more than compensated by its low prices.  Especially since my parents found the solution in terms of inexpensive labour, having to look only across the street from our house, to the women from shantytowns on the hill who were only too happy to come and work without having to cross town and country to some faraway labour site. »

IMAGES:   Continuation of the images before...the women going to and fro from the house with full or empty pots of glue.  CAMERA follows one of the groups of 2 women as they carry the empty pot back into the kitchen in the large family house. In the corridor separating the front to the back part of the house, MELANIE's grandmother, dressed in a traditional black Chinese top, has her arms wrapped around an old Radiofusion radio blasting Cantonese opera, her almost-deaf ear glued to the loudspeaker.  Young MELANIE enters for her piano practice.  She asks her grandmother to accompany her saying that she is afraid to be in the piano room alone.  Her grandmother replies: " I'll come as soon as I finish this Opera piece, it's sung by Red Thread Girl, she sings so well !  The doctor said to me this morning that there wasn’t much time left for me down here .  Well, as long as I can listen to Opera songs until I go !"
Young MELANIE is visibly taken aback.  "Never mind coming with me, grandma" says she, " I can go alone."  
GRANDMA laughs loudly with her broken voice, shaking the cigarette held in her ancient wrinkled fingers.  " Are you afraid of Grandma?  Don't be stupid, Grandma is not a ghost yet !"  She shuffles her way to the living room with the young Mélanie, who is not at all reassured.

INTERIEUR OLD FAMILY HOUSE.  Summer evening.  The large entrance hall, beyond its iron-grilled door, is divided into 2 sides.  One is a dining room for the family, the other is a dining room for the servants (the cook and the cleaning-servant), and the driver who is staying for dinner this particular evening.  The family is at table.  MELANIE's mother is taking a few pieces from each dish and having MELANIE send the plate over to the servants' table.  At the family table are the parents, MELANIE (14) and her younger sister MIMI (12), each accompanied by a "Governess".  Of the ordinary chatter during dinner this evening, MELANIE's mother seems very excited about the upcoming move to a new home overlooking the south-end beaches on Repulse Bay Road.  " During the Japanese occupation," says she, " we had to dig up roots to fill our stomachs.  How could we ever imagine that one day we'd be living on Repulse Bay Road?  How could one imagine, seeing us the way we live here, that we're so rich nowadays?"  The Governesses, as well as the servants at the other table, seem to murmur in unison something both flattering and approving of Mother’s comments.)

VOICE-OFF of MELANIE continues:
"It was the first time I heard my mother talk about their new status of the « nouveau riche » class, and the tone of pride in her voice.  This old house was the witness, year after year on the same date, of the anniversary banquet of the founding of my parents' company.  It was the history of their social ascension."

IMAGES, cut from every angle, of the comings and goings of guests of these banquets over a 10-year-period.
Photo-montage also of still pictures of the obligatory path to social ascension in Hong Kong : the charity balls, the Rotary Club speeches, the cutting of ribbons, the giving and receiving of flowers at some Women’s Social Club.

VOICE-OFF of MELANIE continues:
"Of this new home in a brand-new residence overlooking Deep Water Bay, my mother simply said, "we've finally made it after so much hardship".  Although she was considered one of the super-modern women in Hong Kong at the time, she had no qualms bringing a Feng-Shui master to look the place over.  (IMAGE : of the view from the 8th floor balcony of the Repulse Bay home, overlooking a great expanse of sea, scintillating in the afternoon sun.)  The Master said to her, " The Feng-Shui of this apartment is very good indeed, madam, flanked by the mountains, facing the sea.  It would be better, I advise you, madam, to be prepared for an old age away from your birthplace, Good fortune, but faraway."  From that moment on, my mother knew that she would have to become a ghost in a foreign land. »

VOICE-OFF of MELANIE continues:
"The other thing which tarnished my mother's joy at this time, was my grandmother's refusal to change her living quarters once more.  And mother, who was so proud to offer this exterior sign of wealth to her mom like a gift, was very disappointed. "

IMAGES continue.  MELANIE is looking through a crack in her bedroom door slightly ajar, her parents are at the entrance hall of the house talking with some police officers who have come to announce the news of the death of her grandmother in the hospital.  MELANIE's Governess is with the parents, she has her arms around Melanie’s mother.  "My mother was never lucky in her life," says MELANIE's MOTHER, reflective, " she was the Concubine and she never had a single day of happiness.")
(pause)

Gradually the voice of the last governor, Chris Patten, takes over from Prince Charles :
"This is a Chinese city, a very Chinese city, with British characteristics.  No dependent territory has been left more prosperous, none with such a rich texture and fabric."
The sounds of the crowd's ovation, many banging their feet on the aluminium stands in form of applause.  This sound goes on for a while, as the images flow with shots of the new residence in Repulse Bay, peaceful, at dusk, birds returning to nests in the hillside trees all around.

After a few moments of silence...
VOICE-OFF of MELANIE continues:
"A certain Doctor Jacques Benveniste proved, by pure accident during the course of his research on ultra-sensitive allergic systems, the phenomenon called "high-dilution" which was re-christiened the "Memory of Water" by the media.

The phenomenon in question consists of diluting a product in water to such a point that the final solution contains only water molecules.  Now with the ultra-sensitive systems that the Doctor was using, he discovered that this highly-diluted substance provoked a reaction as if the initial « foreign » molecules were still present in the water.  Water, in other words, kept a trace of the molecules present at the beginning of the dilutions. 
(pause)

At the beginning of dilutions.
(pause)
It was in 1967. 
1967.  April.  Summer came early that year.  In April, the air was already stifling hot."


TITLES :  « THE MEMORY OF WATER » etc etc…


HONG KONG, APRIL 1967

KAI TAK AIRPORT, AFTERNOON

Through the large bay window we see a Cathay Pacific flight taking off.  MELANIE'S MOTHER, preparing to leave for Canada, is being seen off by the main employees of her company of which she is president.  MELANIE's FATHER, MELANIE (14) and her sister MIMI (12) are present.  MELANIE is tall and thin, looks older than her age, her glasses keep slipping to her nose and her hair is a trifle too short.  MIMI is still a little girl compared to her sister.  The family's chauffeur is waiting nearby as MELANIE's MOTHER gives last-minute instructions to her staff.  She asks everyone to be particularly vigilant as the social movement involving factory workers in the past few months has created an unstable economic and social climate in Hong Kong.    MELANIE'S FATHER tries to lighten the atmosphere with a few jokes in bad taste.    In the busy exchange of pleasantries between employers and employees, MELANIE's MOTHER has little time to devote to her daughters and manages only to wish them the best for their school’s Fundraising Day the week after.  MIMI laments in her child’s way that the book of tickets to be sold for the Fundraising Day is still full…a detail that the mother was not aware of.  Their father chides them for taking her time at a moment like this, but one of the employees, a middle-aged lady with experience in the matter, explains that it is a booklet of tickets children are supposed to sollicite their relatives and acquaintances to buy in order to raise funds for the school.  Mother asks the Chief Accountant present to buy off all the tickets of the booklet with her private account.

As the group of employees submissively and politely watches the plane become a small dot in the sky, MELANIE and her family move away to the chauffeured car.  MELANIE looks behind her to cast a last glance at the departing plane.  On returning, she crashes into a young European couple intertwined together, kissing, embracing, saying goodbye.  The boy is French-looking, with curly hazel-coloured hair.  The girl is blonde, frail, soft-looking.  He is leaving, she is staying. Some of the company employees whisper disapprovingly about the exhibitionistic ways of the Westerner, MELANIE’s father answers with a crude joke, much to his daughter’s embarrassment.  She looks away, and in leaving,  watches the young couple again, fascinated and wistful.


NIGHT. HOME REPULSE BAY ROAD.

The elegant white buildings where MELANIE lives are perched on a hill overlooking Deep Water Bay on the south side of Hong Kong.   It is a 4-bedroom apartment with a back section for the servants' rooms.  MELANIE shares a big bedroom with her sister facing their father's, while the "Master's Bedroom" was occupied by her mother before her departure, an extravagant room decorated in the French Rococo style, popular among the rich in Hong Kong at this period.  A 4th room is used as a Japanese-style study by their mother.

In the room that MELANIE shares with MIMI,  she is writing at her desk on some Chinese manuscript papers.  Under the glass top of an office metal desk is a collection of newspaper clippings of films, dance, art news of those years: Margot Fonteyn and Nureyev in « Romeo and Juliette », Melina Mercouri in « Never On Sunday », George Chakiris in « West Side Story », all cut-outs from pages of "Life" magazineOn the radio, Bob Dylan is singing "The Times They're A-Changin'", presented by the popular DJ Tony Orchaz. MIMI is already asleep. 
From the window, MELANIE sees a shadowy figure coming out of the building and entering a white open-roofed MG.  She puts her pen down, unable to concentrate, and opts to watch the car and the European man instead. Restless, she moves through the corridor into her mother’s room, catching a glimpse of her father in his room listening to Chinese radio news.  MELANIE stares out of the bay window overlooking Deep Water Bay.  The white car can now be seen beneath street lamps on the road, gliding in and out of trees, in the direction of the beach.
The music has changed.  Tony Orchaz is now presenting the theme of the new French film which has been the talk of the town: "A Man And A Woman".  In his typical exuberant style, Tony Orchaz is humming the "cha ba dou ba dou" along with the song.  Suddenly, an abrupt change of volume of her father's Chinese news program drowns out the music altogether.  There is the report of a strike in a cement factory by workers protesting about an incident between Chinese workers and 2 Australian engineers earlier in the day.  Some of the Chinese workers were allegedly aggressed, physically, by the engineers.  MELANIE, after listening for a few seconds, turns back towards the window, but the car has disappeared from her view.

... (à suivre) ...


(excerpt from English outline of a project-in-progress, February 15, 2003, Toronto)