Showing posts with label Period Drama. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Period Drama. Show all posts

22 February 2014

Watching K-Dramas

I miss the DVD/CD shops in Sydney, for the most part English titles here are predictable American fare and its quite rare to spot a world section. So basically no European cinema. You do see a lot of Asian titles though, particularly TV Drama box-sets, and browsing through them is educational and a tad amusing. The other day a mega sale was on and the enterprising salesman, eager to break my K-Drama virginity (well he didn't use those exact words), recommended a few.  Apparently they are quite the thing around these parts. Ultimately I went with Jejungwon because it seemed a sciencey historical as opposed to the spicy sexy court intrigue saga which many appeared to be. At $10 for 40 episodes, it wasn't exactly expensive either. Also HANBOKS! If there is one garment that I will concede right away is superior to the sari, it is the hanbok. And indeed behold their glory in Jejungwon. 

 
HANBOK LUST
In the end it turned out to be not quite the epic it wanted to be and at 40 eps it was a bit much for me but it did get me thinking of a few things. Like I had kind of forgotten that in my first few years in Sydney I lived in a suburb that was very much Little Korea. There wasn't any particular reason for choosing the suburb except it was close to work. Plus I lived in several suburbs in Sydney simply to get a flavour of different cultures.  The Koreans were considered insular but this hardly bothered me, in my experience as an Army brat it's rare not to encounter insularity.  And they were  nice enough people, there were a lot of smiles but little talk due to the language barrier though now and then someone would use a few words of Hindi.  I in turn got used to the pleasant cadences of the Korean language. The suburb was pretty much run by and for Koreans, at the cafe below staff would look a bit bemused if we wandered in for coffee.  The best part for me was a wonderful clothes store which was affordable and stocked clothing in sizes I could wear, the stuff there lasted me for ever.  Several years later I moved out to a very white part of Sydney which was a different experience in itself.

In my first few years in Sydney I used to watch a lot of Asian cinema, partly because my brother had been in Shanghai and I had spent a few weeks there. The rental stores always carried Asian titles and you could count on a few releases given this was a time when a few independent cinemas actually existed in Sydney.  Korean cinema was hyped up in the papers as must see cinema so we duly went along to see a few. Plus SBS would screen a lot of foreign cinema (sadly this is also a casualty of restructuring and changes at the station and the fare is less varied these days).  Offhand now I can recollect Spring Summer..., 3-Iron, Oldboy (probably the most well known), Il Mare etc.  Each of the movies was engaging but it left you feeling that something was not right or incomplete (I often have this feeling with Indian movies too) and more often than not if I had to compile a top ten list in those years it would have included a Chinese or Japanese movie instead of a Korean one.  I still watch Korean movies, particularly on flights. They are always watchable, beautiful to look at and stocked with beautiful people and yet its hard to find a piece that is exceptional. And more often than not they are marred by a sense of melodrama. The only exception to this is Untold Scandal, which to me is the best version EVER of Dangerous Liaisons. So it maybe that I prefer the restraint and amorality of the Japanese:) Having said that the Koreans employ melodrama very well. It never rings false as in a Hollywood movie neither is it loud and stretched beyond belief as in an Indian movie. It can be a superior work like Pieta. Or a shamelessly manipulative movie like The Way Home. But some underlying purity of intent will make you bawl at the end, promise yourself to call your grandmother often and be completely embarrassed at being taken in by its manipulation:) 

So much ink has been spilled on K-Pop, Hallyu, K-Drama and the like that it's not my intention to add to it (though no doubt my take on it is different being Indian). Suffice it to say that they are inventive and dabble in far more genres than Indian cinema is capable of but also have the "hook" that reels in devotees of popular culture.  It is a created world that is as enticing as anything set up by Hollywood or Bollywood.  There is one small difference - perhaps because the vitality of the industry is fairly recent - and that is that despite all the artifice and created glamour and melodrama, some kind of true and pure feeling runs underneath. It is there in varying degrees, in the best it is there in spades, in the worst absent.  What Korean visual culture lacks in subtlety it makes up with this. All the more because it is so much absent in most modern cinema where more often than not the only  two modes available are irony and crassness. In that context, a number of Korean films are also chaste, the TV dramas even more so. While the movies are more experimental, there is still some degree of sexual reserve.

Coming back to Jejungwon, all of this is true of the serial (which as it happens was not entirely successful). Taking in the rise of its hero from a member of the untouchable caste  to a senior doctor in Korea's first Western hospital (the eponymous Jejungwon), it opts for a broad brush treatment.  The good are very good, the bad are very bad, it is timid in its treatment of the politics of the era and the hero rarely catches a break before ultimately triumphing.  Really not terribly different from an Indian drama of the 1950s, this in fact comes equipped with a Nagesh like light relief character too.  All its tropes will be familiar from Indian cinema (this is not to say it is inspired by Indian cinema, rather there are some common sensibilities at work in Asia). Despite all this it has its pleasures. And it is subtle and moving in parts.

#EXCUSE THEIR BEAUTY
#WEST IS BEST
One of the pleasures for a history buff of course is that you can go back and look at actual events that took place (most wtf moment, what the Japanese killed and burned a Korean Queen?!). Unsurprisingly most of the Japanese in the series exist only as villains (except for the filmic cliche of a Japanese girl falling in love with a Korean aristocrat-doctor). Neither was I aware of a rigid caste system in Korea, in fact the country appears to have been in the grip of strangulating mores for a long time. It also turned out that a number of run of the mill dramas I had seen inflight (Masquerade, A Frozen Flower) were not set in some vaguely mythical past but set in specific periods of the Goryeo and Joseon dynasties (the Koreans seem to be on par with the British in their love of period dramas). As far as I can see even the costuming is specific, the hanboks of Jejungwon change with time.

The other is that its three main characters, roughly the poor, ostracised and bright boy, the aristocrat-scientist and the emancipated beauty, are nicely etched.  Their actions for the most part make sense and despite the archetypes they are cast as, they seem real and the actors do their parts more than justice. The three main leads and some of the smaller parts are solidly cast (though at times some visible plastic surgery is a distraction:)). Again despite the flaws - the melodrama and lack of subtlety principally - something runs underneath that tugs at you in much the same way as if it were real. But the most remarkable feature of the drama for me was the female protagonist, Seok-Ran (played by Han Hye-jin). Neither an aristocrat nor middle class, her character has freedom and an understanding father who allows her to make her own choices which include becoming a doctor.  Her choice of the outcast hero makes perfect sense within the context of the drama.  But at no point does the drama confine her or define her by this romance.  Which is remarkable given how much I have read about sexism in Korea and its arts (obviously not all that true or rather more complex than usually portrayed). Everything about the character is so perfectly judged that neither does it set up the progressive/reactionary doomed sexual relationship like many Western dramas (Howard's End, South Riding) nor does it go in for the complete devotion and self-abasement demanded of women in Indian dramas. Rather Seok-Ran is intellectually curious and devoted to her career, tops the exams over the two men who love her and if required chooses her calling over her husband.  None of this is shown as out of the ordinary nor does she lose her husband over it, rather throughout she is strong and compassionate and respected for it. She is an inspirational heroine in a middling drama and Hye-jin's performance never falters even for a moment.  You know you cannot be her but you would like to be Seok-Ran. It also reminded me of a movie I saw in Australia which was much lighter in tone (Private Eye) and where the actress had a small role but the character was similarly a turn of the century inventor in firm charge of her own life.

The other major factor in Korean dramas from what I can see is the parental relationship. Almost everything I have seen explores the bond from its most dysfunctional and yet unbreakable (many fathers with an undercurrent of violence!) to filial devotion, especially for a mother. Korean cinema treats this particularly well and it also embeds the romance in the context of these relationships, often in a far better way than Indian movies. Jejungwon is no different.  For e.g. Jejungwon's central scene is the acknowledgement by a son of his father and though played for effect and very weepy, it is also strangely affecting.

And on that note let it be said that no Korean man in cinema or TV land is afraid of crying-the violence, the romance, the tears must have surely resulted in many pop cultural studies  deconstructing Korean masculinity:) This being Korea the tears are bountiful and perfect, almost beautiful on the male face so to say:)  Move over Rajendra Kumar and Shahrukh, your cry face is simply no match!

#CRY FOR KOREA

#UNSPILLED TEARS FOR KOREA
I may or may not be on my way to a K-Drama addiction...we will see:) In the meantime though I do need a break from 40 hrs of viewing so you might have to wait awhile.  Next up...possibly The Painter of the Wind.

29 April 2013

Jane & Edward



In India, back in the day DD2 - bless them - would erratically screen UK TV programs and at the time they were the highlight of our TV viewing (yes cousins we have still not forgiven you for ruining the taping of a Jeeves and Wooster episode!).   Now that I have moved away, with UK shows being terribly commonplace here they no longer hold the same appeal. As an e.g. if Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry appeared together in an episode of QI I would forgo it for an hour of…anything really.  Then one might even watch The Far Pavilions on the basis that the “British do period drama so well” but of course like Downton Abbey (a show I haven't bothered with) it was just an overblown soap with pretty looking people in historical costumes.   Recent sporadic viewings of respectively the very hokey The Paradise which never felt like anything Zola wrote and the more ambitious Parade’s End which took itself far too seriously and was deadly dull decided me that my rule of strictly rationed British TV period fare was warranted.  And then I saw Jane Eyre 2006.

Bronte’s novel of course heads must read lists. Mr Rochester is apparently everyone’s idea of a romantic hero and every now and then a film/TV version comes out which is duly whetted and slobbered over by the fan girls and further distances male viewers (with exceptions).  So though I did read positive reviews of the 2006 version I stayed away, more so since I didn't like the 2011 version – I went with my cousin for a girls night out and half way through we began regretting the unfinished wine bottle that we couldn't smuggle into the theatre.  The only version I did like was Welles'  version but that was not due to the movie itself or the performances in themselves. Rather I am a sucker for beautiful speaking voices and Welles' is top-shelf.  And then when I did get around to seeing the 2006 version, I was more than pleasantly surprised.  The production has its faults – the two segments that bookend the novel and do not feature Mr Rochester - Jane’s childhood and her time with St John and his sisters is fairly weak.  But it makes up for that with its central story which is so very charged that you finally see why Jane Eyre is an enduring romance.  All of this has to do with the leads. For the purists they do not exactly resemble their novel counterparts, nevertheless they do create the passion and feeling at the heart of what is an uncommon romance.  Ms Wilson’s performance is effectively restrained and filmic but Mr Stephens performance has dual qualities - old fashioned theatricality mixed with the toned down approach of film.  Normally I prefer the latter but some parts call for an actor who can manipulate language and knows how to deliver dialogue (and I have to admit that I miss this in modern film, both in India and elsewhere few actors know how to clearly enunciate and speak their lines) and Mr Stephens is adept at this.  On the other hand the performance is not all thespy either i.e. the kind of "look I am acting and I have cut glass vowels" performance which undermines so much British period drama or even the Orson Welles version. The proposal scene in Jane Eyre lies at the heart of the novel for it is not a simple proposal but also hints at Mr Rochester’s past and what is to come.  It requires not just a mellifluous reading of the lines but the line reading also has to convey Mr Rochester’s inner conflict. In this version it is particularly well done by Mr Stephens.  Unusually for a novel perceived as a romance for ladies, it has a very complex male character at the centre (he is also umm rather verbose!) and Mr Stephens digs into the role with relish and delivers and more (Indian audiences may know the actor from Mangal Pandey-and the actor really should have played Flashman, Update - well he has read the part!).   

All in all I felt myself ready to watch a bit more British drama:) And for once the interviews on the DVD extras were thoughtful and interesting.

Bronte’s novel isn't popular with everyone.  There have been postcolonial interpretations – and I am surprised the French haven’t complained yet (there is a good degree of this kind of insularity and protestant christianity in Bronte's novels, they are very much of their time).  For the new feminists Mr Rochester is the worst kind of male ideal, a forerunner of the bad boy and just the kind of man any sensible woman should avoid.  Comparisons with Austen come up though Bronte wasn't a fan (and the funniest comparisons of Rochester and Darcy apparently have no comments).  All this of course misses the point because Austen and Bronte are very different writers loosely united by that hateful phrase of our time, chick-lit.  Jane Eyre remains on reading lists because it is a beautifully constructed, powerfully written novel. Second Jane Eyre is not just a romantic novel.  It is not solely about finding the right husband in a society where cads and bores abound a la Austen.  Rather it’s about passion and feeling,  injustice and goodness, hypocrisy and cruelty and about being female and in the world.  Bronte feels all this very keenly - in Jane Eyre and in much of her other work.  Unlike Austen, Bronte’s  novels are not exactly romantic templates and unlike Austen her men are flawed and real.  Jane and Rochester are singular people and their romance equally singular, despite the lists it is not an "archetype" romance like Pride and Prejudice.  And most important of all though Jane Eyre gets a “happy ending”, you can imagine her life without it too.  Unlike Austen's novels where marriage is the logical end point, Bronte’s girl is her own person – you feel that with or without Mr Rochester she would have made her way through life on her own terms.  

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My favourite period drama pieces however still remain non-British and rather French.  I loved The Mysteries of Lisbon (and Time Regained), the former I could watch endlessly.  I loved Breillat’s An Old Mistress.  And Untold Scandal was probably the best version of Dangerous Liaisons. 

15 September 2012

Nostalgia/Adultery


Puberty Blues is a well known coming-of-age novel set in Cronulla (yes, the riot suburb) which has been rebooted for a new generation and is presently screening in Australia.  In spite of its relative slowness for our times - its been pretty much set to a 70s pace - perhaps nostalgia and the persistent popularity of the coming of age novel has meant that the show has been a success.  Despite it primarily being a novel written in a "young voice", the TV story has been fleshed out to incorporate the adults. And there is as a result a lot of adultery - actual and contemplated.  Despite it being set in a milieu and culture vastly different from my own, there are some universal elements to it.  That one close friend, boys, acts of truancy. And many years later, a memory of the adult life of your parents with all its attendant responsibilities and miseries.

And remarkably the look of the serial evokes nostalgia - was the whole world in fact awash with a similar aesthetic sensibility?! My grandmother's plastic roses similar to the one above occupied pride of place in her house and I have seen so many of those landscapes (pic source here).  All I can say is perhaps some things should pass.
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I just finished reading It Rained all Night - as it happens written in the late 1960s - a novella I enjoyed so much I am planning to order another book by the author, Buddhadeva Bose.  I have seldom read a better account of adultery - and really that is all there is to the novella, a wife has an affair and over a night husband and wife relay their internal thoughts. It did make me wonder though why so many Bengali novels have themes of female adultery :-)
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Awhile back, I got around to seeing The Deep Blue Sea.  I love Terence Davies' films so I was looking forward to watching it and it didn't disappoint at all.  Like all Davies films it's not for everyone. It is slow and static at points, and there is none of the "lushness" endemic to period cinema.  The movie is set in postwar England and its curious in that it does not feel like a meticulous reconstruction of the past, it is the past. I haven't read the play but the movie itself is a detailed look at adultery, the title indicating that there are no choices in the situation.  It has some fine actors but the overall strength of the film is the way it is made. Long after it is over you are still immersed in the difficult, draining experience that adultery can be. Some of its more powerful images though are songs that evoke the communal experience of war and its aftermath. Given that it is a post war film, all around lie the ruins of the war so perhaps there is a subtext to the film of the country itself sloughing off a staid past and the excitement of a turbulent time to emerge into something uncertain. Certainly its ending shot suggests that.

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The Blue Kite is among my favourite films so when Springtime in a Small Town came out I went along to see it. The tale of a wife in a loveless marriage with an ailing husband whose former lover returns to the eponymous town, it was disappointing on that first viewing.  I recently re-watched it and had a completely different reaction. Like with Terence Davies's films, there is little to immediately engage you, it eschews beautiful costumes, locales, drama - the basic ingredients of period films.  Instead on a second viewing it engages you like a novel.  Though the actors aren't always up to mark, you can "read" the film, without the immediate visual stimulation or conventional pacing you are more attentive to what lies beneath. Once you do this it turns out to be a rewarding film.  Like The Deep Blue Sea, Springtime too is Forbidden Love Among the Ruins-in the case of Springtime the setting is after the end of Japanese occupation.  Except that nothing uncertain yet hopeful emerges from this triangle, everything is statis.

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Statis. A word and frame of mind I am grappling with at the moment.