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BLOODLIGHT AND BAMI

Bloodlight and Bami

Grace Jones: icon, diva, untouchable goddess, fearsome adversary and real life, live genuine superstar. A bullet-proof façade or so you might think until you see this Sophie Fiennes documentary on the Grace Jones behind the armour; how much behind the armour is still unclear at the film’s conclusion but this is probably just how the irrepressible Ms. Jones wants it.
Essentially it is a film of two halves, one half the diva and public persona whilst the other focuses on her family life back in her original home of Jamaica.
Hence we witness the typical superstar strops as she bawls someone out over the telephone for not meeting her specific demands, ending with her throwing the phone across the luxurious hotel suite; the next minute however we are ensconced in a shanty town in a sunny and breezy Jamaica where she effortlessly slips into the local patois with childhood acquaintances, smoking a spliff emerging altogether as a much softer character, although the charisma remains firmly intact.
Likewise the glamour alternates between body-con Azzedine Aliah mixed with the structured futurism of Issey Miyake in her role as superstar. This contrasts with the more relaxed diaphanous loose dresses, baggy fatigues topped by the Philip Treacy sunhats and caps of her Jamaican self. Both are constructions however, both she wears impeccably and both are very much Grace Jones.
A new side for many viewing this film however is the reveal that her grandfather –Mas.P- was an extremely religious preacher and violent disciplinarian and that Grace and her siblings endured many beatings and punishments as children. Apparently it is the fearful presence that he used to command to instil terror in them that she distils in the icy, detached and cool demeanour of her stalking, skulking, marauding and intimidating stage presence.
The live shots which inter-cut with backstage shots and the Jamaican home life seem to originate from her 2009 Hurricane tour and one backstage conversation returns to her infamous altercation with Russell Harty, which propelled her to household name status, which she initially dismisses with a flippant ‘He’s dead but I didn’t kill him’ before offering her explanation of what actually happened on that 1980 show.
Of course it wouldn’t be a film about Grace Jones if we didn’t actually witness some true diva style tantrums; the aforementioned phone throwing sequence is typical but another sees her refuse to perform on a stage set miming to La Vie En Rose surrounded by female dancers as it makes her look like a Madame in a brothel. Another sees her try to restrain this side in Jamaica when long-time collaborator Robbie Shakespeare- one half of the legendary rhythm section Sly ‘n’ Robbie- fails to turn up for a recording session and she tries to reason then intimidate him into appearing much to the consternation of the engineer who keeps worriedly insisting ‘don’t piss him off’.
Ultimately this portrait attempts to unravel the mysteries behind the enigma and reveal another side to a very public demeanour and it does so successfully. To an extent. One can’t help feeling that despite the other side of Grace that emerges from the film is in deep contrast to the more recognised one it is still very much what she wants us to see and how she should be seen. It is still a fascinating ideology however and having her in control of how she is observed is just quintessential Grace Jones and frankly we really wouldn’t want it any other way!

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JUST AN OBSERVATION

Just an Observation

This past week has certainly confirmed the fact that the world is in a bit of a mess at the moment and shows no signs of pulling itself together anytime soon.
Things started off badly with disgusting scenes at polling stations in Spain as Catalonians made a bid for independence and met with brutal force from authorities who are generally there to protect people. The scenes were quite horrific to watch and even though the vote was in favour of independence it is regarded as an illegal referendum by the Spanish government. The EU has since upheld this view and the violent altercations that were seen around the world have been dismissed as the authorities using ‘reasonable’ force.
Really?
On what planet exactly does kicking a middle-aged woman down a flight of stairs and dragging her by her hair constitute ‘reasonable force’?
Meanwhile over in Trump Land –every day I hate Donald Trump a little more and every day I wonder how that is even possible but he never fails to deliver- the most ridiculous President in history told the people of Puerto Rico that they should feel blessed at being struck by a natural disaster as its death toll was not as great as one that the US had several years ago. I am not sure when a death count of human lives became a competition but it seems to endear this orange faced buffoon to enough people to keep him in office.
Once again how is this even possible?
Not that over here in the (not so) United Kingdom we have any real right to sneer and snigger as our own political system is also an international joke.
First up we have our own straw-haired buffoon in the unsightly shape of Boris Johnson; the Foreign Secretary who thinks that a war-shattered Libya could become a worthwhile tourist resort in the manner of Dubai as soon as the dead bodies are cleared away. I seriously cannot comprehend how this man holds onto his job and further dismay engulfs me every time I hear a member of his party refer to him as some sort of ‘rock star’ figure.
Again I ask myself, on what planet?
He was however superseded in the idiot stakes as Teresa May took the stage at the Conservative Party Comedy Farce in Manchester this week.
Struggling to talk through a coughing fit- as if her own body was rejecting the bile coming out of her mouth- a member of the audience then handed her a P45. We are supposed to believe somehow that this party is in charge of our national security when they can’t even control the security at their own conference. Then the set behind her began to disassemble itself until it was like the opening credits of a Fawlty Towers episode. It would be funny if it wasn’t so tragically frightening.
This will surely go down as the worst Prime Minister’s speech ever and I doubt that even her smug arrogance can save her from the wolves in her party. With Boris waiting in the wings however I fear that things will get a lot worse long before they ever get better.
If you need something to take you away from all this mayhem then I suggest maybe going to see the new Bladerunner 2049 film out today.
Although it is not exactly a barrel of laughs it does have the bonus of having Ryan Gosling, Jared Leto, Robin Wright, Harrison Ford and Ana de Armas to look at. Any fans of the original film will not be disappointed. Set, like the original, in a near future dystopia it is a master-class in film-making; the music and cinematography are simply stunning and the cast is top-notch.
A full review –with no plot spoilers- can be found here.
To make some sense of a crazy week in world affairs I am heading off to a Grace Jones themed club night at the Wee Red Bar in the Art College- the culmination of a two day symposium of the celebrated Ms. Jones- as at least her form of (un) reality and artifice is one I can actually relate to and stomach!
Maybe Grace can save us all. There but for the God of Grace go I!

JUST AN OBSERVATION

Just an Observation

And so begins the never ending cycle of elections.
The big one though has to be the General Election in June which has has seen our glorious leader turn into what I always suspected she was, a Dalek in drag. With the phrase ‘Strong and Stable Leadership’ now her mantra repeated at every available opportunity and which offers as much clarity as her previous ‘Brexit means Brexit’ statement also trundled out when she had nothing clear to offer, which was often and still is it would seem.
I suppose we have until June 8th now to listen to the lies and mantras on repeat and try and sift through them all for a grain of truth and hope. Good luck with that one. Certainly in Scotland there seems to be some form of hope of an escape from a very Dis-United Kingdom although the right wing bias in the national mainstream media seems to indicate we too are set for a Tory takeover.
Hmmm, we’ll see!
The local elections in May will hopefully see that one-off with its tail between its legs.
Elsewhere away from the world of politics- politics are never far away though these days- I have been shocked and saddened to hear of gay concentration camps in Chechnya where gay men are entrapped then held in camps where they are tortured merely because of their sexual orientation. The fact that this is going on in the 21st century is almost beyond belief.
That is until you consider the way the world has tilted over the last few years with the rise of the far right in most of Europe and the still very unfathomable rise of Donald Trump in the US. Surely these factors and what is going on in Russia should be a lesson for us to put the brakes on now.
In times of crisis there is always music to turn to and whilst the live circuit has been a bit drab recently it looks as if things are on the up over the next short while with the likes of Chrysta Belle and Kraftwerk visiting the capital over the next couple of months. Not to mention both PJ Harvey and Jarvis Cocker both making an appearance during the Festival.
However much as I look forward to seeing these acts unfortunately they do little to help the local music scene which is once again floundering and the worrying news that even the Leith Depot which has done a lot to galvanise its local area is under threat of demolition. What with the closure of the legendary Port O’ Leith and The Parlour- both last weekend- things are looking desperate where they were once looking hopeful.
The state of the roads in the town centre are also ridiculous and although the newly introduced speed limits of 20mph-why exactly?- haven’t helped anything at times it feels as if that stupidly low restriction is actually speeding compared to the remaining stationary for an interminable age whilst travelling I have experienced recently.
Never mind at least there is always ‘Line Of Duty’ to keep our minds active whilst we seem to be at a standstill. No-one could ever accuse this drama of moving at a pedestrian pace and there is absolutely no second guessing what is going to happen next with this one. The latest series finale on Sunday looks like being an explosive one and even I wouldn’t hazard a guess as to its outcome.
Until then I am going to content myself with the new albums by The Gorillaz, assisted by the likes of Grace Jones and Mavis Staples, and Mark Lanegan albums-both out today- which on first listening sound impressive to these judgmental ears. At the cinema I aim to catch Park Chan-wook’s erotic thriller The Handmaiden. Now all we need is for the weather to improve and it could be a great weekend ahead.