It’s fast turning into a very cool weekend. John is with me, and yesterday we went up to the BFI Imax to see 1917. I wasn’t expecting anything particularly special, but it completely blew me away. More of an artwork than a standard piece of post-classical cinema, what Sam Mendes has done is completely reinvent the language of film. There are no discernible cuts throughout the film, so the narrative appears to unfold in one long take. The effect was spellbinding, and I certainly need to now read and write a lot more about it: this is a film which deserves much more serious attention than a Sunday morning blog entry.
If that wasn’t enough, yesterday had another surprise in store. John took me to a place called The Place, a contemporary dance academy. There, dancers put on a show of three pieces of quite wonderful creative movement, each very different to the other. In one, a woman moved pre-prepared objects in front of a camera to create a type of live film, which was then projected onto the back of the stage. The second was a duet where two people interwove their bodies in a quite spellbinding way. The third was the most powerful and hard-hitting, exploring life for gay men. They each lasted about half an hour. It rather reminded me of the stuff I used to see back at university – very contemporary and avant guard.
I came home feeling that it had been a fascinating, enjoyable day; but the weekend isn’t over yet. Today we’re off to watch Jojo Rabbit in Peckham. I’m really looking forward to it: expect an entry on it tomorrow. I really like rich, art-filled weekends like these.