Behind on books

I've got stacks and lists of books to read, and I've made some headway but not in blogging about them.  Which is important solely because it's the only way i'm going to remember what I read over the year...

I just finished a Finnish thriller, Leena Lehtolainen's The Bodyguard in its English translation by Jenni Salmi.  The bodyguard is Hilja Ilveskero, who is a lot like Griffith's Aud Torvingen except she has a soft spot for bad boys. 

Readable and I found it interesting for the parts about Russian and Finnish politics and economic intertwining as much as the plot, which is pretty standard fare.  I liked Hilja despite not liking her kinda dull and overplayed choice of love interest.  That part bogged down a little. But there are a lot of lynxes and lynx lore, as well as food and nature talk that made me hungry and want to go hiking, mushroom picking, and baking.

I can't remember what else I read, ha.  Working on Terms of Service as my non-fiction book, a little too much information about social media and the present and future of data privacy.  Just started Christopher Bram's In Memory of Angel Clare.  Promising start.

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The Girls of Summer

Went to see a Lithuanian lesbian movie at MSPIFF, "Summer of Sangaïlé," directed by Alanté Kavaïté.  The lead actors, Julija Steponaitytė and Aistė Diržiūtė, were really good in an understated way.  One shot held on a gaze said much without being trite or stale like that technique sounds.  The girl meets girl plot also worked surprisingly well, fresh yet familiar.

I was skeptical before seeing the film at MSPIFF, because of lukewarm reviews by dudes and what seemed like a weak trailer.

The synopsis was suspiciously bland/BTDT:
"17 year-old Sangaïlé, is fascinated by stunt planes. Afraid of heights, she has never dared to even enter in one of the cockpits. At a summer aeronautical show, nearby her parent's lakeside villa, she meets Austé, a local girl of her age, who unlike Sangaïlé, lives her life to the full with creativity and dare. As the two girls become lovers, Sangaïlé allows Austé to discover her most intimate secret, and finds in her teenage love the only person to truly encourage her in flying."

Turns out a few clips could not do justice to the cumulative effect of the film's languid, quiet but at least subtly motion-filled scenes.  At first the  main character is drifting, then shifting this way and that, thrashing, and then riding hard towards her chosen destination.  It was a little cheesy at first that she wants to fly planes, then not.

The water, grass, sky, even building exteriors are beautiful and meaningful in this film, with few wasted backdrops, costumes, props.  The often-used-in-queer-film conceit of a character who.makes clothes for offbeat fashion photography is still effective here.

I liked the many shots where the Earth and nature is still, containing the people who are in motion, fighting, wanting, taking,never content just to be.  Except in rare moments.  Really well done.

Trailer for "Summer of Sangaile" 


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MSPIFF

It's that time again.  The Minneapolis St Paul International Film Festival is in full swing. 

I missed a few things for AWP 15, catching translated poetry and discussions of book reviewing imstead.  Saturday night after AWP, however, we caught "The Royal Road, Jenni Olson's latest film.  Being Minnesotan in origin, she was there for the showing with her daughter in tow.  An added plus.

"The Royal Road" used still shots of San Francisco and Los Angeles street scenes, held for two to three minutes, and voiceover to tell stories about CA history and butch longing.  It was surprisingly effective, and affecting, though maybe because I have nostalgia for those sights.  And for butch, the concept/identity that had a different and more solid meaning than its more recent uses.

I caught "52 Tuesdays" midweek, an Australian film about a 16 yr old (IIRC) girl whose mother transitions and makes her live with her formerly distant dad for a year.  Family roles change, girl rebels in a bipoly teen drama, and videos get made.  Situation implodes. 

The film was trying very hard to be quirky, but it succeeded and moved along at a good pace to real emotional and plot-point destinations.  This is always welcome to me in queer cinema, as are high production values.  "52 Tuesdays" had good sound, lowkey visual flair, and decent music.  Win win win.

"The Russian Woodpecker" was sold out, being the recent Sundance Grand Jury Prize winner and in Russian to boot.  (Big Russian speaking community here that shows up for MSPIFF.)  We had tofu and pickled eggplant instead.

This Sunday, we got the last few seats for "The Grump," a Finnish comedy about a grumpy old farmer from the sticks who has to stay with his daughter-in-law in the big city.  She's trying to woo Russians as real estate clients.  The old man earns his title.  It's really funny, at least for us Nordlanders who know this guy all too well. 

The comic timing was perfect, especially between him and the daughter-in-law, and the Russians, with one of them translating for the others.  The father-son fight in his tiny antique Ford car was painful and hilarious.

"Why would anyone go to Belgium?"

Here is The Grump/ Mielensäpahoittaja Trailer. Directed by Dome Karukoski, based on a novel by Tuomas Kyrö.


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A little more history

A Lambda interview with Felice Picano, Edmund White, Andrew Holleran about the Violet Quill, gay lit, and sex lib.
  

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Future of STEM dreams on the bus

Yes.

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