James X arrives in New York

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The last time I was at the little theater at 45 Bleecker was to see Colin Quinn doing Long Story Short, his funny retelling of the history of man and all his weaknesses and  imperfections, before it shifted to Broadway.

Last night, I was there for the preview of a drama – James X – that Liam Neeson and Gabriel Byrne had banded together to bring to New York, and which Byrne had directed.

The one-man-show was written and performed by Gerard Mannix Flynn, a man who endured much abuse in Ireland from age 11 onward as he entered the horrendously flawed system of religious and state-run facilities (industrial schools, mental hospitals, prisons) where he was repeatedly raped and beaten, leaving him a profoundly wounded man when the system tossed him out as he reached adulthood.

The show officially opens tonight for a run through to December 18th, though, when I asked Mannix Flynn yesterday if he’d be spending Christmas in New York, he said “I don’t know.  They asked me to stay and do more plays.” – so the run may well be extended.

Flynn takes to the stage in a tan suit, brown brogues and no tie, clutching a manila folder marked “James X” as he waits to be called to testify about his own experiences at the hands of the court system, the police, state doctors, jailers and the Christian Brothers (who always had a reputation for being fierce, only most of us had no idea as to just how much so).  Nervous, fidgety and now sober and nicotine-free, he turns to us and recounts his story until they’re ready for him.

Assuming a wonderfully heavy inner city Dublin accent, Flynn takes us – oftentimes rhythmically and poetically – through his birth and infancy, into a childhood of many brothers and sisters (14 kids in all) and embattled parents and not enough money, until soon the restless child is escaping from school and running up and down the streets of Dublin, a wild boy, but harmless.  After one too many run-ins with the truant officer and some petty theft, James’ terrifying odyssey begins.

Mind you, all of this is portrayed by the limber fifty-something Flynn in the suit as he becomes the young boy, crouching, rolling, gamboling in circles around the stage, contorting himself, at times face up or face down on the floor, all while a long trail of words tumble out in a mad stream, describing everything right down to the smells and sounds he recalls.  Flynn’s writing takes us inside the head of the child, with a flood of thoughts and internal monologue reminiscent of Ulysses at times.

If you’re thinking that a work like this is just too dark to subject yourself to during such a festive (and often fraught) season, don’t let that keep you from seeing James X.  Even with all Mannix Flynn has endured and the troubled legacy that abuse endowed to much of his adult life, you must come see how it is that he has managed to wrest back his destiny and stand up under a very bright light to tell it all, declaring that this is not his shame, and indeed, his story is his armor.  Moreover, like so many others in the fraternity of Irish writers, even the darkest of conditions never manages to fully obscure the humor of day-to-day life, and even knowing that, I was still surprised by how many of Flynn’s observations did make us laugh last night.

Certain performances include extras.  For example, tonight all ticketholders will also be able to enjoy a post-performance reception, and on other days there will be discussions afterward.

One little bit of trivia for you: the two hearts tattooed on Flynn’s right hand he had done when he was ten years old, for the price of a shilling each.

Give yourself enough time before or after the event to have a look at the Impact exhibit lionining the walls of the theater lobby, which contains a mix of images of Flynn himself from official records, paired with reproductions of testimony about his condition over the years.  (Much of which is also reproduced in a beautiful programme the likes of which you usually never see off-Broadway.)  To study it after having just seen such a warm, intelligent and gifted man on stage re-living the years of childhood terror and confusion and pain, is all the more harrowing, because now you feel you know him.

I couldn’t help but ask Mannix afterward if James X is destined for the cinema screen any time soon and he said “It won’t be a film of it, it will be a film of this (pointing to the copy of Nothing to Say that he’d just signed).  I have a text of it written and ready to go.”

Which then leads one to wonder if he’d be acting in it himself.  “I don’t know yet,” he replied.  “I’ll see what happens in New York.  This is a kind of destination, so, you know, we’ll see.   I might actually just go off and grow carrots.  That’s the kind of person I am, I’ll say ‘Right, that’s enough’ and go off and do something else.  I’ll see what comes out of it.  There’s a lot of potential and a lot of work, so, we’ll see.”

There is a table at one end of the lobby laden with copies of all the reports from the various commissions of recent years since the seeping taint of decades of child abuse in the very Catholic republic of Ireland have come to light.  It was eerie to see this performance last night, just a few hours after this story appeared in the New York Times about the former archbishop of Dublin who has just been accused of “serial sexual child abuse” and, incidentally, on what was The Feast of the Immaculate Conception.

Having spent huge chunks of my childhood in the Dublin home of my deeply religious grandfather – where weekly Mass, fish on Fridays and the Angelus chimes ringing out at St. John the Baptist down the road while they were also gonged out on RTE radio and TV were all a regular part of our lives – and where, fortunately for me, I never experienced any of these awful goings-on, it has been ever sadder to see again and again how much abuse took place (200,000 children was the number Flynn mentioned yesterday), at the hands of so many trusted people in power, and how much still continues to be unearthed.  It’s like one of those horror movies with scare after scare at the end.  Every time you think “That’s the last of it,” there’s more.

See it or skip it?

Whatever you do, don’t miss it!  And for the sake of the people away on holidays, hope the run gets extended beyond the 18th.

Also, if you’re at all keen to read Flynn’s memoir Nothing to Say, get a copy at the box office, because it’s not easy to find on this side of the Atlantic, and at $15, it’s cheaper than having it shipped from Ireland.  Maybe they’ll also add the book version of James X in coming days.  One can hope….

Thanks but no thanks, Barnes & Noble

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Weeks and weeks and weeks ago, when I saw that Michael Ondaatje would be doing a reading at the Union Square Barnes & Noble tonight as part of the book tour for his delightful latest novel (The Cat’s Table), I noted it on my calendar with an idea to go and see him, as I am wont to do.

I’ve loved his writing and storytelling ever since stumbling across a remaindered copy of The English Patient at a bookshop in Camden town eons ago, which I eventually got signed at a post-Oscar celebratory evening at NYC’s Town Hall which featured him, along with the late, wonderful screenwriter-director Anthony Minghella (who brought the book to life on screen) and composer Gabriel Yared (who scored the film), reading and discussing the book, the screenplay and the making of the epic movie.

As it turns out, I’m going to see Alan Rickman tonight on Broadway in the play Seminar, but since the curtain doesn’t rise ’til 8pm, I had still thought to go for the author’s reading and the first few questions and answers, then nip out at 7:30 to hop on the subway uptown.

But then I saw this on the description of tonight’s Michael Ondaatje reading:

Special Instructions
Event space opens at 5:00 pm. Please do not arrive for this event prior to 5:00 pm. Priority seating available with purchase of The Cat’s Table. Standby customers who do not wish to purchase the book will be seated at management’s discretion as space allows.

Well, excuse me!  While I am already reading (and relishing!) a copy of The Cat’s Table that I got from the UK, it’s extremely rare that I walk into any Barnes & Noble and don’t come out with something (or, more often, some things).  But if B&N is gonna take that kind of American-airline-nickel-and-diming-you-to-death attitude, then I shall pass on this opportunity to enjoy some 30 or so minutes with Mr. Ondaatje and go straight to the theater instead.  Harumph!

Salman & Katrina filming at Trinity College Dublin

Kabir Khan’s Ek Tha Tiger might be the first Hindi film shot in Ireland, but the Tamil film folk have been there already several years before…Still, it’s great to see them on Irish soil, and as Kabir suggests, I hope this will be the first of many more Hindi flics on location in Ireland.

 

 

Boy, I hope they don’t mess this up

 Boy, I hope they dont mess this up

Very interested to see that AMC will be developing a TV series of Vikram Chandra’s wonderful, hulking big opus Sacred Games to TV.

Chandra touched on the possibility of the novel making it to a film screen here, in an evening he spent at the Asia Society in NY a few years ago.

Abhay Deol interview

Here’s an interview with Abhay Deol appearing in today’s Firstpost that I did when he was here to promote Mela.com (more about them, their service and the event later).

If explicit nudity helps the story, I’ll do it: Abhay Deol

Clad in a yellow t-shirt, a navy Armani Exchange blazer and jeans, Abhay Deol breezed through New York City recently to promote the launch of Mela.com this month, a broadband service that will provide Indian TV and film content across the United States. In between press conferences and meet-and-greets, he stopped to talk about the changes happening in Indian cinema, corruption and more.

On that Sunday morning, Deol had considerably more perk in his demeanor than many of the press people in attendance, and he seemed more at ease than during the summer, on stage at various malls to promote Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara.  While Hrithik Roshan tripped the light fantastic front and centre with Katrina Kaif, and Farhan Akhtar hoofed along doing his own thing, Dev.D co-stars Deol and Kalki Koechlin were the two who smiled bravely, but underneath it all looked liked they’d rather not be prancing around.

Dressing up formula films

When asked about that part of being an actor, the promotional gimmicks in the lead-up to the release date, Deol was sanguine:  “You keep getting asked the same question over and over again and you want to keep it fresh. And then the whole dance thing; I’m always uncomfortable going up on stage and public speaking is not my strongest point. It always takes a little bit for me to warm up to it.”

Part of his time in New York that day was to attend a special screening of the ensemble hit, the latest of several he’s been part of,  Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara.  Deol agrees that there are different and positive changes happening in Hindi cinema, albeit slower than he might wish.  “I still think there’s a huge resistance to change from within the industry,” he says. “I think formula will always be (there).  Some of the biggest hits this year follow the formula, whether they be Ready or Murder 2, so that’s here to stay.  More actors need to step out and take chances, and some do, like Aamir Khan.  But it’s all about ‘Ok, we’re gonna pick this subject that’s not conventional but we’ll dress it up a little bit so that it doesn’t come across too arty-farty as people say, too alternative’.”

“That’s the start of the process and I think it’s just starting, whether we will actually achieve something extreme that will appeal to the whole world, I don’t think it’s gonna happen any time soon, because you can’t just suddenly introduce people to something that is completely alien to them; you need to ease them into it. And that’s the angst I feel as an artist because I want to go the whole extreme but I know that I need to strike a balance.”

According to Deol, even the edgy Dev.D  struck a balance. “The original treatment had him start dealing drugs and he gets shot by the cops. But Anurag wanted to lighten it a little bit towards the end, and it made sense, the film’s done well. Zindagi in that sense is quite radical for Bollywood ‘cause  a lot of people who were traditionalists were like ‘What is it about?’” he mimics, his voice getting tighter and higher, before he breaks into laughter. “For them it’s about nothing, there’s no external conflict, all the conflicts are internal, but Zoya’s brilliant in that sense. She dressed it up with the fancy locations and the songs and all that stuff, but within, it’s a new idea.”

If sex works in a scene, why not?

Given how some new writers and directors in Indian cinema are pushing more boundaries in the past few years, the next logical conclusion might be the appearance of nudity and more explicit content, which leads one to wonder if Deol would go with that flow, should he be asked.  After a loud burst of laughter, he is more serious:  “See, for me, it’s just my comfort zone with the director and convincing me that it actually helps the narrative, in which case if I’m really excited about the story and if explicit nudity works within it, then ya, I’d crib and cry but I’ll do it because I know it helps. Or, I take it back, I won’t crib and cry, I’ll be like… I’ll admit to myself this works. And I would put that towards even doing song and dance.  If a song actually works in pushing the narrative forward, why not?  If sex in a scene works, then why not?”

“But what’s happening now is that the easiest way to be provocative is through sex, and I can see a lot of people end up doing that, and it doesn’t appeal to me, because if it’s only to be provocative, can you do it without sex? Let’s see then, how would you provoke? Then it could be politics for that matter. It’s what route do you use and is it an easy route, because then I lose interest. Is it actually original? Then it appeals to me.”

Entrenched in corruption

With that reference to politics, since almost every other actor has expressed his or her thoughts on the recent skirmish involving Anna Hazare and the Lokpal bill, Deol was willing to share his thoughts too, reasoning, “Being a public figure, I think it’s important to partake of what’s happening within a culture and if there’s something pressing and urgent, we should step out and speak about it.”

“Corruption is very rampant in our country. All of us have experienced it. If you want to buy property, you have to pay black money, everybody’s faced that. Back in the day, if you wanted to have your phone connected, you could always give a tip to the guy or he would give you problems.”

“I do support Anna Hazare with Lokpal the bill, but I do have a few questions about it. My question – and I asked this of Justice Hegde on TV – was ‘How do you guarantee the people on the panel are not corrupt and have no past of being corrupt?’ ‘Cause corruption has touched the Indian public from every level. Corruption starts at home in India. It’s not just with the politicians and the parties, it’s in your house, even when you’re tipping the guy for your connection or paying a little amount of black to buy that house, because, well, you can’t help it, you are also taking part of corruption.”
“This was my question to Justice Hegde. Tomorrow you might have someone really clean, really straightforward and he’s the best man for the job, but because the system is corrupt, he’s had to pay some money black to buy an apartment, now he can’t escape that, and I would not kick him out of it because of that ‘cause I know it affects all of us and we have to deal with it, but if some opposition wanted to dig deeper and prosecute him for being corrupt, they could use that!  We’re so entrenched in corruption, how do you pick the guys on your panel?”

“I will support Anna Hazare simply for the fact that he is an honest man and I know he believes what he’s standing for, that’s the thing that I find most attractive about him.”

Before letting Deol go, especially in view of his recent foray onto Simi Garewal’s chat show, I had to ask him — given the tremendous love and interest so many Indians have in cinema — why are there no shows along the lines of Inside the Actor’s Studio, and why they all focus so much on celebrity and not on the  films themselves, a question which provoked more laughter but then seemed to leave him at a loss: “I don’t know… I think maybe no one’s thought about being more seriously content-oriented, it’s more lifestyle-oriented. I think that’s what they think appeals to people and that’s what they go for, that’s what I’m guessing,” he replied while gesturing helplessly as if to emphasise, “How should I know?”

Bodyguard

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Malayalam writer and director Siddique’s Bodyguard, a remake of his remake (the Tamil Kaavalan) of his own original film (the Malayalam Bodyguard) is now out in Hindi, starring Salman Khan as the security person to whom the title refers, and Kareena Kapoor as Divya, the object of his protections.

Though an August 2011 release, it actually feels like a film from a decade ago and there are many elements that will feel comforting and familiar to many, as well as a sharp contrast to quite a few Hindi movies from the past three to five years or so. [Read more...]