Saturday, May 17, 2008

Hong Kong Film

Times have been interesting in Hong Kong cinema in the last few years, with something of a revival from the doldrums experienced after the Hong Kong action style and personnel were absorbed by Hollywood. Pretty much every Hollywood action film nowadays incorporates the Hong Kong action aesthetic, from Matrix to Casino Royale via Charlies' Angels although with much bigger budgets and Hong Kong film has been struggling to find a new identity, led by the prolific Johnnie To. At the start of 2007 we had had a couple of years of pretty strong offerings from some of the more interesting directors in Hong Kong. To in particular produced some of his strongest work in the Election films, particularly Election 2 whilst still showing he can still do stylised action in his own way with films like Exiled. Pang Ho Cheung also made probably his best film to date in Isabella, bringing elements of his film making and scriptwriting to a cohesive whole at last. Together with newer directors making interesting films like My Mother is a Belly Dancer as part of the Focus: First Cuts film development programme for young directors, things were looking good.

That's why the last year has been a such a disappointment. Johnnie To seems to have gone off the boil with the weak Mad Detective, Pang disappointed with the stylishly shot but otherwise limp Exodus and I find it hard to think of a Hong Kong film that has impressed in the past year or so. Here's hoping things get back on track in 2008.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Crossing the road

I was out at Tsing Yi yesterday on a school visit. We lived on Tsing Yi for a few years, first in a flat and then in a village house in Tai Wong Ha Tsuen. I was teaching then, finishing work at 4.00pm and walking home to practice my saxophone or read a book on the rooftop. Those were the days. The sax is now gathering dust on the top of the wardrobe.

Anyway, as I left the god awful shopping centre, Maritime Square, to cross to the park I noticed the huge, unsightly pedestrian bridge that was built to connect the park to the shopping centre. The bridge is massive, concrete and ugly with stairs, a massive ramp, a lift etc just to enable people to cross the road. It was built when I was living in Tsing Yi and after it was built everybody avoided using it, preferring to just cross the road normally as grown up people are able to. Of course the bureaucrats were not happy with people using their own initiative so they tried to force people to use their pointless bridge by planting bushes either side of the road to block access. People just walked through the bushes, gradually creating a path. Next came a wooden fence, in which a gap soon appeared to enable people to walk through. As the battle escalated the wooden fence was replaced with the unsightly metal railings that you see everywhere. Of course some people still hopped over it, but it forced many to use the bridge.

Yesterday, as I left the shopping mall I noticed that the metal railing had been opened up and a simple crossing had been created, with the pavement sloped for wheelchair access etc, a few yards from the bridge, so that people could cross the road at street level. Almost everybody was crossing here rather than using the stupid bridge. Nice to see a small victory for common sense and these crossings have been appearing more recently. Opposite Wan Chai Police Station, where I get off the bus to the office, another has appeared, giving people a sensible option to get to where they want to go rather than being herded across a single crossing point as before. Is that a sign that someone with a bit of common sense has started working in the Government Urban Planning Office? We live in hope.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Cheese fondue and the fear of freedom

I've been living in Hong Kong for many years and until recently had never used any of the 'expatriate' forums. To be honest I've never really known what an expatriate is. I'm a bloke, originally from the UK, who lives in Hong Kong. Does that make me an expatriate, an immigrant, a resident? Who knows? Some people seem to have a very clear idea about these things, however.

Anyway, I occasionally post on forums such as Asiaxpat where I have to admit that I get an unseemly amount of childish pleasure from continually getting banned for any number of increasingly absurd infringements of the sites posting regulations. This particular site is well-known for being run by a little Nazi chap (I don't really know if he's little but I always imagine such people sitting behind their desk in a Napoleon costume) who likes to ban people for such thought crimes as 'being a bit sarcastic'.

Recently, for example, I was banned for posting unacceptable opinions about cheese fondue, an achievement of which I am perhaps unduly proud. Somebody asked for recommendations for cheese fondue restaurants so that they could compile a list of said restaurants (this is what passes for entertainment around these parts). Several people posted suggestions of restaurants where they had enjoyed the aforementioned melted cheese delicacy, at which point I lumbered in with my unseemly and offensive opinions about cheese fondue. I pointed out that, historically, the purpose of cheese fondue was as a way to use up stale bread and cheese that had become hard and inedible during the course of the cold European winter. As we now possess refrigerators this was no longer necessary so perhaps the posters might consider simply purchasing some nice cheese and eating it, thereby negating the need for a fondue. I was of course immediately banned for the statutory 7 days for posting such a scurrilous and offensive suggestion.

What is interesting about this is not the fact that there is a little man somewhere who likes to exercise the little bit of power he has managed to gain by banning people from his website. This is, I'm sure, quite common and is similar to the officious bureaucrat, traffic warden, security guard etc. What was more interesting was that the banning came at the request of the person who started the thread who demanded that I be banned for suggesting that she might like to try unmelted cheese. This small piece of psychology interests me.

What goes through peoples' minds when they choose the solution of requesting that people be banned or censored for expressing opinions that they disagree with, even about something as insignificant as melted cheese? There are of course many perfectly reasonable responses she might have made to my point. She could have said that she didn't care what the historical purpose of cheese fondue was, that she enjoyed the taste and was going to continue eating it regardless, for example. A position for which I would, of course, have the utmost respect. Instead she decided that she needed to appeal to the leader to protect her from exposure to unsettling anti-fondue opinions.

I realise that I am in danger of making rather a meal (ha ha) of a cheese fondue incident but it reminded me of reading Eric Fromm's the Fear of Freedom, where he explores the psychological reasons that people end up submitting themselves voluntarily to fascist or other authoritarian regimes. Fromm is right to feel that the interesting thing is not the psychology of the leader in these circumstances, who has some fairly obviously explainable motivations, or of his opponents, but the psychology of people who voluntarily choose to submit themselves to his rule.

So next time you see someone asking for you to be banned from a forum for upsetting their notions about cheese fondue, beware. It's the thin end of a wedge that leads to totalitarian dictatorship I tell you.

Anybody fancy some cheese?

Monday, March 3, 2008

Different but the same

I have been reading a couple of books recently which deal with Twentieth Century history from very different writers. The first was re-reading Paul Johnson’s Modern Times, covering the period from the end of the First World War to the nineties. The second was Naomi Klein’s The Shock Doctrine, not a history as such but a book that covers a range of post-war events in support of her shock doctrine theory.

On the surface you couldn’t imagine two more different writers. Johnson is a conservative, Catholic writer, closely associated with and supportive of Margaret Thatcher and her free-market reforms in the 1980s. Klein, on the other hand, is the darling of the anti-globalisation movement and is very critical of the free market and globalisation. What struck me, however, were the similarities rather than the differences between the two books.

In Johnson’s book there are some main threads that he picks up in his history of the twentieth century. He lays the blame for many of the problems and tragedies of the twentieth century firmly at the door of the tendency in this century towards utopian solutions to society’s problems. He argues strongly that the arrogance that makes people feel that they know how the ideal society should be organized, and the conviction that revolutionary change is therefore necessary to achieve this utopian dream, leads inevitably to moral relativism, totalitarianism and corruption. The idea that they are working towards some utopian future leads to the justification of atrocities in the here and now in order to achieve them. The examples he gives are those that you would expect; Hitler, Lenin, Stalin, Pol Pot etc. He is conservative in the sense that he thinks that these radical tabula rasa solutions are doomed to failure and ignore the needs of real people. He sees the work of leaders like Reagan and Thatcher as a move back towards a more liberal world, based on individual freedoms and gradual progress.

Klein comes from a very different perspective and certainly when it comes to particular historical figure and events her analysis couldn’t be more different. Her descriptions of figures like Pinochet, Thatcher and Yeltsin, for example, are very different from Johnson’s, to say the least. That said, for me, the central and most interesting argument of Klein’s is not the Shock Doctrine described in the title (which is often quite poorly argued) but rather her placing of the free market policies advocated by Milton Friedman and the Chicago School of economics in precisely the utopian, tabula rasa-like sphere that Johnson describes so well in taking apart left-wing movements in the twentieth century. Klein, rather than being the radical that many would imagine her to be, is in fact a conservative. A conservative of the left rather than the right, for sure, but a conservative none the less.

Klein argues also that the Chicago School free market advocates have gone down a similarly utopian path to the communists described by Johnson, arrogantly believing that their economic system leads to an ideal society and justifies extreme measures to achieve it. Like the utopianism described by Johnson, Klein argues that this utopian vision leads also to moral relativism, supporting dictators like Pinochet for example and turning a blind eye to the atrocities because they were less important than the utopian economic reforms. Like Johnson, she also argues that these utopian visions do not serve the real needs of people who don’t want the slate wiped clean but want gradual reform and development within a democratic framework. It also leads to corruption, as in totalitarian regimes, with people taking the opportunity to line their own pockets whilst telling themselves that they are serving a higher cause. Johnson and Klein have different targets but their criticisms of those targets are remarkably similar.

All in all, reading these two books together drives home for me the point that the late nineteenth and twentieth century cul-de-sac of left and right based politics has been a disaster. What we need, rather than the utopian solutions of either the right or left, is a return to the classic liberalism of individual freedom and a pragmatic approach to what Karl Popper calls ‘piecemeal engineering’, trying to improve institutions and solve problems in a practical way, based on the needs of real people and with democratic institutions that enable the people to remove leaders when they go against the needs of people.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Marxist Nutters

Since the collapse of communism there has always been an argument that Stalin, Mao, Pol Pot etc were an aberration from real Marxism and therefore that real Communism had never really been tried. This has enabled some on the left to keep alive their belief in Marx despite the seeming failure of communism. Of course this is nonsense because, rather than being some accidental aberration, the totalitarianism that has resulted in every attempt to implement Marxism was an inevitable result of Marxism’s closed, utopian system and of the class-based demonization of whole groups of people, however well-meaning Marx’s original sentiments may have been in some respects. It does at least have some semblance of a basis for discussion, however.

This cannot be said of a whole other group of nutters who, rather than regarding Stalin and Mao as aberrant monsters, regard the real problem that caused the failure of communism as being that these great leaders were sold out by wishy-washy liberals like Kruschev and Deng Xiaoping. If only hard-core Stalinists and Maoists had inherited the mantle of communism, they argue, they could have carried on the good work, exterminated the last few million reactionaries opposing them and achieved the glorious world communist revolution. I first came across this weird field of human thought when reading some of the work of the French Structuralist, Marxist influenced philosophers like Badiou and Althusser. Badiou, for example, was for many years a Maoist, regarding the Culural Revolution as a great event. He has since gone on to create a new definition of the ethics of evil, which can accommodate his previous support for Mao, rather than simply `fes up and admit that he had been a bit of an idiot and wasn’t quite as smart as he thought.

Whilst this sort of behavior is perhaps not so unexpected from ivory tower French intellectuals, my prize for Leninist-Stalinist-Maoist Nutter of the year goes to this guy, Comrade Zero. It`s hard sometimes not to think that this site is a satire but he is seemingly for real. The site is replete with a multitude of ironies, for example simultaneously campaigning against police brutality in the USA whilst also arguing for the implementation of the policies of Stalin; that well-known advocate of caring, community policing.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Scandinavian Punkjazz and other things

Well, I've finished the photography class which was the reason for starting this blog so maybe I'll keep it going with some other random stuff, photography related or otherwise. Here's some of the music I've been listening to recently:

Some new stuff:
Squealing, screaming free jazz in the Brotzmann, Hession/Wilkinson/Fell tradition but with (sometimes) a rock edge. It has that joyous, snarling noise, volume and power that typifies the best of free jazz and is a world away from the pointless politeness of many modern conservatory trained jazz musicians. A glorious noise indeed and album of the year for me.





I've never really been into Radiohead but I've been listening to this a lot recently. The first half of the album pretty much washes over me but there is some excellent stuff on the second half, particularly tracks like Faust Arp, Jigsaw and Videotape.







Some old stuff:
This period of Aretha's work is often dismissed because people perceive it to be inferior to her later more well-known work. It is often criticized because people feel that the jazz arrangements don't suit her voice compared to the out and out soul that she did later. Personally I love this stuff; it's precisely the tension between her voice and the arrangements that makes it great. You can sense her caught between holding back and pushing against the music.



This is another often criticized album but for different reasons. At the other end of her career from Aretha in the album above, this was Billie Holiday's last recording, shortly before her death. She had drink and drug problems, her voice was falling apart, she couldn't remember the lyrics, but again its the the tension that makes it work, this time between her cracked, fading voice and the lush arrangements. From a technical point of view her voice is all over the place but it has an emotional power that is heart-breaking.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Nightlife

'Young Nightlife' was the photography brief this week. Me and Helen went to a gig at the Fringe Club where there were three bands playing as part of the HK Live series of gigs. One of the features as always at the Fringe is the number of people taking photographs and videoing. It really seems that every little event is so recorded and documented nowadays. There were half a dozen photographers and two or three people with video cameras, plus people taking photos with their mobile phones etc. At the start there were more people documenting the gig than there were in the audience and at one point a kind of mini queue of people waiting to take close-up shots even developed.

We went to HK Live a few months ago and it was pretty good, especially a local band Innisfallen who were excellent, but overall this wasn't a great gig. The first artist was ST, a Hong Kong electronic artist who was by far the strongest of the three in the sense that he at least had his own sound and style and a bit of 'edge'. The second band, Marfa & Ne-af from LA, was visually the most interesting and most of the shots are of them but musically they were pretty dire. They were a 'we're crap but in a knowing, ironic kind of way so that makes it OK' kind of band. Unfortunately being knowing and ironic doesn't change the fact that they were still crap. The last performers were Snoblind - two accountants showing us their photo albums over a generic, wishy-washy electronic soundtrack does not an engaging multimedia experience make in my book, so we left.

Maybe I'm just getting too old for 'young nightlife'.


Foreigners

The topic this time was 'Foreigners' with the particular proviso that we could only use a mobile phone camera. In my job I take pictures of fellow foreigners very often so I wanted to try something different. I also wanted to subvert the camera-phone limitations.

I went to the harbour and decided to shoot some harbour landscapes, for which a camera-phone is about the worst tool. It's obviously very common for tourists to take photos of themselves at the harbour with their phones and I wanted to play with this idea. I decided to take many shots in different light and stitch them together in Photoshop to give a feeling of the multitude of images that tourists shoot of Hong Kong harbour but out of these very common shots produce something visually interesting. I used transparency to keep the feeling of multiple images and to give the composition a rhythm.

Old Streets and Beggars

The next two topics were 'beggars' and 'old streets'. I didn't have time to shoot so much for these two weeks. The beggars topic in particular needs some investment in time to do well. I feel that shooting beggars out of context isn't so meaningful, to do it well you need to get to know them and their stories. The beggar shot here is of the guy who hangs out across the road from our office. I see him most days when I get off the bus and it would be nice to get to know him and maybe do a photojournalism project on his daily life someday.

The old streets are Canal Street in Wan Chai and an old area near San Po Kong.

MTR

'People on the MTR' was the next topic.

I felt I got a mix of shots, some when the MTR is stereotypically busy and some when it was almost deserted (the Tseung Kwan O line on a Saturday morning). I also experimented with taking a series, see the last photo, which I want to explore more later.

Shopping, part 2

After Times Square I wandered over to the Beverley Mall near Sogo where there are a lot of small fashion shops. The photographer shooting the sales girls wasn't quite sure how he felt about me photographing him.

Shopping, part 1

The next topic was 'People Shopping in Shopping Malls'. It's always more tempting to shoot somewhere old and a bit run-down as it tends to be visually more interesting and people are generally more relaxed and open but I wanted to try shooting in a more sterile, middle-class environment and see if I could make some interesting images there so I shot in Times Square in Causeway Bay.

Unofficial Spaces

This set of photos was not part of an assignment but was taken the same week as the shopping photos. I took my camera on my hike up the mountain up the road from our house and luckily the old people had constructed their unofficial swimming pool in the stormwater drainage channel. They make it by putting boards covered with sheeting against the fence across the channel.

I had seen them before but had never had my camera with me. When I first got there there were several old ladies swimming and they were understandably reticent about a strange gweilo photographing them in their swimming costumes. Luckily a local guy turned up later and I got in the 'pool' and and everyone relaxed and were fine with me taking some shots. They told me that they usually swam early in the morning because otherwise the government busybodies would come and stop them swimming.

I really like these small acts of creativity and disobedience that you find everywhere.

Monday, November 12, 2007

In the style of Walker Evans

Our first assignment was to shoot in the style of Walker Evans. I had to go to West Kowloon for my Environmental Studies project so I did some shooting whilst I was over there.

We chatted to some old ladies who lived in Tai Kok Tsui in the little square of streets that jut out into the construction area for what will be the new West Kowloon Cultural District. This is the area where the Johnnie To film 'Breaking News' was shot. The ladies told us that where they were sitting used to be next to the ferry pier before the reclamation work. At that time the area was lively with many people coming and going, many hawkers and dai pai dongs selling fresh seafood etc. but now the area has died. They missed the life of the district and missed the sea view, which has been replaced by a construction site and new developments but didn't want to move because this was where they had always lived and where their friends were.

They feel that the government just does what it wants and doesn't take their views into account. They just hope that there will be somewhere for them to sit and talk in the new development.