20 October 2008
Much time was spent enjoying the classics of cinema at the house on Auburn Grove. This we would do after perusing shabby-looking video cassette cases all over Armadale and South Yarra. Our world was filled with 'spunks' and 'real men' like Paul Newman, Montgomery Clift, Clark Gable, Gregory Peck, Cary Grant and ol' Blue Eyes himself all flashing by us in ageing celluloid- mid century pastel colours, deco browns…We'd sit in the dark, shrouded in blankets against the cold night, Despina with her pinkish rimmed coke-bottom glasses that made her eyes appear comically large and which we were fond of teasing her for. Invariably, there was much sugar consumption and interruptions from the boys for watching 'that shit.' Another favourite pastime was going out for coffees on High Street. There were several hotspots. Georgio's was one- though we disapproved of the satanic-looking sculptures in their front garden, like bronzed idols, horned and soulless like the one seen in 1956 The Ten Commandments with Charlton Heston (kind of a spunk, more a real man)… Honolulu on High had excellent Mississippi mud cake. And then there was The Deli, a tribute to early 90's excess and architectural fear of colour. Black and white everything and carpeted, the type of eatery that would now have a sign saying 'Under New Management' at the front while the décor was ripped out and taken out back. Possibly our preteen stomachs suffered from coffee consumption, maybe we ate too much cake but we enjoyed telling Mary and Des- our adoptive aunts, that we were constipated. We'd see who was brave enough to say it the loudest at The Deli, then mooch upstairs to the toilet. Mary and Des would exchange horrified looks at what our little childish brains could plot, the pranks we could pull. On one such occasion Mary was warming up her car's struggling engine outside her house when Nastya spotted a 'spunk' leaving a neighbouring house. Opening her window she bellowed for the whole street to hear; "Mummy! Mummy! Is that Daddy?? I thought you said he ran off with our cleaner!"
The movie, directed by Ridley Scott (based on the novel by David Ignatius) is a knock out. Action, political intrigue and human nature collide in the Middle East with Leonardo Cappuccino (ok, diCaprio, sorry I still don't forgive him for Titanic) as the CIA operative looking for the Big Fat Terrorist. The drama moves from Iraq to Jordan and here's where it all came back again. Palestinian refugee camp, market places, dust, garbage burning, tiled houses... immaculately dressed Jordanian intelligence officials (maybe not quite that).
Fat Arsed Russel Crowe berates Cappucino for wanting to stay on there "to get sunburnt and eat cous cous."Something compels Cappucino to stay on and I don't think it's just a pretty nurse. There's some kind of primal magnet there, dragging humans back to their birthplace. To where civilization began and will probably end.
Thu, 23 Oct 2003 02:44:21 +1000
right now it is 6:20pm and the muslims are singing in their towers as usual, it's an inferno of heat here, must be this room. when you look out past the houses of el eizriya which is really like a small town close to jerusalem there is just desert and you can imagine ali baba flying around on his magic carpet. i got a heart attack today, you know how i have to write that huge essay for uni? well anyway i was doing some research in my room reading all these interviews with palestinians who had been attacked last year during israeli incursions into jenin when i heard what sounded like gun shots right outside my window, i counted the blasts and there was six... argh, i will just tell myself it was a car backfiring or something. you see guns everday here, mostly the soldiers who carry uzis (a lot of them are russians, they have brought over russian snipers). so today i did all the laundry for the 14 kids who live here and then i washed the nun's cars and swept up the balconies and stair cases and ironed a million shirts. there's an american chick here, she's 22 and she is staying in the room across from me but i don't know what the deal is yet but she's more like a guest than a helper, so while i slaved away she was on the internet and reading her books about norse mythology. but that's cool, she's a nice girl anyway.