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woke up this morning with claudes channes' "mao mao" in my head. i've seen "la chinoise" last saturday at film forum - new print, such vivid colors, such a boisterous attitude - so much fun.
it's been a long time since i've seen it last, and seeing it again, with all the cultural references running through my head (from "les amants réguliers" to "a zed & two noughts" and groupe medvedkine/marker's "classe de lutte" with the writings on the wall), was such a different experience. thoroughly joyous, goofy, tongue-in-cheek precursor of events to come - revolutionaries in their parents apartment, little red book ("mao mao" means "kitty" in mandarin!), anne wiazemsky's sweater, juliet berto's hat, jean-pierre léaud next to a record player; the rhythm, the pacing! and of course the "mao mao" song that is so infectious.
oh and they lament rivette's film being prohibited! another name dropping - anne sits on a train with her real-life professor francis jeanson.
putting it in context of the time, it must have been such an exhilarating experience - fiction and documentary, so spontaneous, full of agitprop and music video-like, poster-like dynamics. what adds even more to it is the tinge of nostalgia one cannot avoid adding.
it's been a long time since i've seen it last, and seeing it again, with all the cultural references running through my head (from "les amants réguliers" to "a zed & two noughts" and groupe medvedkine/marker's "classe de lutte" with the writings on the wall), was such a different experience. thoroughly joyous, goofy, tongue-in-cheek precursor of events to come - revolutionaries in their parents apartment, little red book ("mao mao" means "kitty" in mandarin!), anne wiazemsky's sweater, juliet berto's hat, jean-pierre léaud next to a record player; the rhythm, the pacing! and of course the "mao mao" song that is so infectious.
oh and they lament rivette's film being prohibited! another name dropping - anne sits on a train with her real-life professor francis jeanson.
putting it in context of the time, it must have been such an exhilarating experience - fiction and documentary, so spontaneous, full of agitprop and music video-like, poster-like dynamics. what adds even more to it is the tinge of nostalgia one cannot avoid adding.