Coriolanus movie review

Ralph Fiennes as Coriolanus with Gerard Butler as Tullus Aufidius

Coriolanus is a fabulous modern adaptation of Shakespeare’s tragic play. The movie remains true to the original language and Italian setting but is visually an action thriller with graphic violence and modern military dress. In Shakespeare's time, Italy was not a nation but a patchwork of kingdoms and independent city-states. Although nominally set in Rome, Coriolanus was shot in Serbia to recall more recent ethnic conflicts. The battle scenes and TV news montages draw disturbing parallels to the current civil uprisings and military crack downs in Arab nations. Shakespeare’s work is clearly still relevant four hundred years later.

Venessa Redgrave as Volumnia

Ralph Fiennes (yes, Voldemort in Harry Potter) plays Coriolanus, the charismatic war hero pushed reluctantly into politics. The belligerent leader fixates on revenge after his own people turn on him. A former member of the Royal Shakespeare Company, Fiennes's acting is top caliber. Even more impressive, he directed and produced the film. Vanessa Redgrave, playing his she-wolf mother, still manages to steal every scene that she’s in. Watching the two verbally spar on film is nearly as good as live theater.

Coriolanus, however, is not my favorite of Shakespeare’s plays. There are thematic elements of Julius Caesar, Macbeth and Hamlet, but this tragedy is not as well crafted as the others. The story has sudden jumps and reversals of character that are hard to follow. Script editing to create a movie-length version may have exacerbated this problem. The language is not as beautiful, but it is still captivating. 

My favorite line: “There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.” 

Bottom line: if you love Shakespeare or war movies, go see this film. Rated R for graphic violence.

 

Disclosure: I watched a preview Blue Ray disk with a movie critic friend. After previewing in December, the movie opened nationally on January 20, 2012 in the USA.  I’m planning on seeing it a second time on the big screen when it comes to Maine.  Movie stills photos and trailer from The Weinstein Company.

The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes

My extended family at Popham Beach after Christmas

On these cold January nights, there is nothing I like better than curling up by the fire with a good book.  Even before it won the 2011 Man Booker Prize, The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes was on my to read list.  I’ve never read anything by this critically acclaimed British author and this one is set (initially) at an English boys school, just like my work in progress. I was therefore delighted to receive this novel as a Christmas gift from my British in-laws, especially since it had the gorgeous UK binding.  It was purchased from a favorite bookstore, The Wallingford Bookshop too.

The Sense of an Ending lived up to its cover promise.  The blown dandelions well represented the central theme of growing up and moving apart from old friends.  The random scatter of their lives was related with nostalgic bleakness.  The black and white image also captured the dichotomy of right and wrong, as well as the fuzzy grey in between.  The old typewriter font cleverly represented the past.  The title was perfect for a pensive book about suicide and severed relationships.

What I didn’t love about The Sense of an Ending was how the narrative style drew attention away from the story.  The erudite reflections lacked emotional connection.  None of the characters were likable, although they were well drawn.  The book was short (150 pages) and yet the pace was slow.

Still, I kept reading with pleasure.  I appreciated the fine, thoughtful writing and the many perfect sentences.  I even added a new word to my vocabulary: susurrus.  This beautiful, literary book is a welcome addition to my library. 

“The last isn’t something I actually saw, 

but what you end up remembering isn’t always 

the same as what you have witnessed.”

Movie Watch: I've added a disappointed film review to the end of my War Horse post. 

Blog Time Note: on some Wednesdays my weekly post might be published later than my usual 7am. I'm trying to restructure my time so that the other 4 week days are strictly novel writing days.

New Year's Sunset at Popham Beach

New Year’s Day remembered summer,

When the sea did not iceberg paws.

Winter’s sun fell in our sandy wake,

Spilling clouds on mirrored land.

Gold serpentined cold waves...

And glittered hissing surf.

Trees smoldered in daylight’s embers,

As we lost one year to gain another.

The Last Nude by Ellis Avery: review and interview

Set in 1920’s Paris, The Last Nude by Ellis Avery imagines the relationship between the real artist Tamara de Lempicka and her model, Rafaela. The author is a professor of creative writing at Columbia University, and she translates images to the printed page with literary finesse. Her approach to writing, however, is more lyrical and sensual than scholarly. You can almost taste her words.

 “I felt like a gardenia blossom as I drifted home, fragrant and bruisable. All the familiar things in my neighborhood seemed new again: the glass-domed arcades. The odor of honey cakes stealing toward me from the Pâtisserie Fouquet. The sharp chemical scent prickling out of Galerie Vollard: huile de lin, Tarmara had said. Térébenthine.” 

The main narrator is Rafaela, a teenaged girl who fled from New York City to Paris to avoid an arranged marriage. After trading her body to survive, Rafaela becomes Tamara’s model and lover, but her troubles are far from over. Collectors covet the paintings and the women behind them. Tamara has her own agenda and plays her many lovers, male and female, like chess pieces. At the Shakespeare Bookstore, Rafaela encounters liberated lesbians and a mysterious man, Ansom Hall. They inspire her to be more than a pawn.

Tamara narrates the final chapters in an extended epilogue (part two). This unconventional narrative structure with its jump in voice, time and setting was jarring, but it made sense. An iconoclastic approach to art is true to the spirit of the book. The Last Nude will surprise you. This creative historical novel will be released tomorrow (January 5, 2012) in the USA.

My Interview of Ellis Avery

Ellis Avery by Matthew Powell

Sarah: Your first novel, The Teahouse Fire, was set in late 19th century Kyoto and focused on Japanese tea ceremony. What led you to 1920s Paris and art? 

Ellis: While working on The Teahouse Fire, I happened to see the Tamara de Lempicka show at the Royal Academy in London. I was riveted by the luminous glamour and erotic force of her 1927 painting Beautiful Rafaela, and all the more so by the caption for the painting: the painter met the model in a public park in Paris in 1927 and propositioned her on the spot. She drove her back to the studio; the girl became her model and her lover, and their brief relationship yielded six paintings. This story fascinated and distracted me, and for a couple of days I found myself traveling in my mind to 1920s Paris instead of 1880s Kyoto. I’ll come back to this, I promised myself, and I did.

Beautiful Rafeala by Tamara de Lempicka (from the NPR website)

How did you research the art and setting for The Last Nude?

If the story of how Tamara met Rafaela wasn’t compelling enough on its own, along with de Lempicka’s biographies, including an excellent one by Laura Claridge, I also studied her catalogue raisonné: imagine my surprise when I discovered that the very last painting de Lempicka was working on when she died was a copy of her own 1927 Beautiful Rafaela. Fifty-three years later, that girl was on her mind. So my novel is the story of Tamara and Rafaela’s 1927 affair from the model’s point of view, and the story of Tamara’s last day alive in 1980, spent painting that copy of Beautiful Rafaela.

In addition to the reading and study I did on de Lempicka and art history, I revisited the interwar literary history I studied at the American University in Paris when I was sixteen, and I lived in Paris for three months in 2008 while working on the first draft of this book.

I also spent time studying in Paris at sixteen and have returned over the years, and you have captured the bohemian flavor of this most enchanting city. As an artist myself, I was impressed by how well you conveyed the act of painting from both the painter's and the model's perspective. How did you gain such insight?

I modeled for two paintings in my twenties, so I drew from experience on that front, but I also took a figure painting class while working on The Last Nude, so I would know what the experience was like from the other side of the brush: how it felt to look at a model for hours on end.

Was your Rafaela a real person or a fictional character? 

That Tamara met a girl named Rafaela in the Bois du Bouglogne in 1927 is documented in her daughter’s memoir, and Rafaela’s phone number turns up in Tamara’s address book. That said, the rest of the biographical Rafaela’s story is unknown. As for “my” Rafaela—the Italian-American who escapes an arranged marriage in order to run away to Paris—I made her up from scratch.

Why did you choose to narrate the bulk of this story from Rafaela's voice instead of Tamara’s voice? 

I narrated the novel from Rafaela’s point of view because Tamara’s point of view has already been amply documented and richly imagined by her biographers and cataloguers. While I’m immensely grateful to those scholars, I’d be bored if I simply stuck to dramatizing the research of others.

What led to the unusual structure of this book? 

I wrote the entire book from Rafaela’s point of view before I realized that I needed to tell the story from Tamara’s point of view, too: her voice snuck up on me, and then it surprised me with its passion and its uncompromising force, and once I started writing from her point of view, I couldn’t stop.

Rafaela’s friend Anson Hall reminded me of a gentler Hemingway: the manuscripts lost by his wife and the Spanish Civil War. Did you borrow and bend history? 

Yes, I did. Anson is a counterfactual Hemingway: he’s the person Hemingway would have turned out to have become if he had never gotten over the loss of all his manuscripts in 1922. Anson was Hemingway’s paternal grandfather’s first name; Hall was his maternal grandfather’s last name.

How do you create a balance between history and fiction when writing historical fiction?

I hew as closely as I can to historical materials, except when they get in the way of telling a good story.

How do you create a voice that is true to the time period?

I read as much fiction written during the time period in which my novel is set as possible, and I keep the OED by my side as I work so that I can check when the word I want to write began being used the way I want to use it. 

What is the best piece of writing advice you have received?

In terms of writing habits: read as much as you can and try to write something, however small, every day.

In terms of professionalization: read Poets and Writers magazine.

In terms of fiction writing: ask yourself, what does my character want? What stands in the way of my character getting what he or she wants? Does my character get what he or she wants in the end or not? If you can answer these three questions, you know your story.

Can you tell us about your next novel?

It’s set in frontier-era Florida. I’m tempted to go the Marilynne Robinson route and use one relationship, one small story, as a way to access a whole world, but I’m also tempted by David Mitchell’s More is More aesthetic. We’ll see!

I'm a big fan of David Mitchell's too, and I think you've done a fine job of balancing historical context, character and story in both of your books.  I'm looking forward to reading more of your work. Thanks, Ellis, for joining us for the Book Review Club, and good luck with your third novel! 

Disclosure: I first connected with the author through her excellent first novel, The Teahouse Fire.  By coincidence, we share the same agent, Jean V. Naggar of JVNLA. After learning that Ellis was researching her second novel in Paris and focusing on art, I asked to review it. The publisher sent me the ARC on the author’s request. The photos of France were taken by me in 2007.

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