Blue Jay


Northern cardinal

House sparrow

Mourning dove

Evening grosbeak

With House finch

Purple finch

Blue Jay


Northern cardinal

House sparrow

Mourning dove

Evening grosbeak

With House finch

Purple finch

Vintage New York City travel posters.
Poster House, New York


















Petra Costa’s documentary is about a toxic blend of evangelical Christianity and right-wing politics. Nope, not the upcoming U.S. election. This is about Brazil, a country where, according to the pastors in the movie, 30 percent of the population is evangelical.
The documentary covers the rise and fall of Jair Bolsonaro, a right wing president heavily under the influence of a pastor named Malafaia. These guys offered campaign promises like putting a gun in every home and not one bit of land for indigenous peoples. I don’t think that even Project 2525 hit on that one.
This is really a magnificent documentary. Costa gets amazing access to players on both sides of Brazil’s polarized leadership. Her commentary is thoughtful but she doesn’t try to tell the story, letting instead the words and actions of the people she is filming do so.
As an American, you can’t help seeing Bolsonaro as Brazil’s Trump. So what happens when he loses the election to Lula? He refuses to concede, declares fraud and his supporters break into and ransack the Congressional building. Sounds familiar, right?
(Petra Costa was awarded a special jury prize for Apocalypse in the Tropics)
A laugh out loud movie. And how often do you find a laugh out loud movie at a film festival?
A guy from Iowa heads west with his nine month pregnant wife to make a movie in Los Angeles, which he assumes will sell because, after all, streamers will buy anything. The title reflects the lack of funds he has to work with. So the caterer he hires to feed the staff shows up with mayonnaise sandwiches. And his visual effects guy’s only previous experience is working for off-brand bowling alleys. His lack of funds is matched only by his lack of ability.
There’s also a guy who’s filming the making of this movie. So it’s a movie within a movie, but really no movie at all.
Somehow our director manages to alienate everyone, most notably his pregnant wife. She’s in the movie but also is cleaning, cooking and taking out the garbage at the AirBNB where he’s filming and housing his cast.
The stupid statements, bad decisions and overall incompetence are a laugh a minute. On a side note, there are a number of cameos, most notably Seal. Can’t explain how he ended up in this movie.
La Cocina is in a large Times Square restaurant with an army of waitresses and back-of-house staff. The kitchen is crowded, noisy, messy, vulgar, abusive and violent.
There are a couple of plot lines in the movie. There is an $800+ shortfall in one pay station that leads to a host of accusations and incriminations. And there’s the affair between a cook and a waitress and the unwanted pregnancy that results. But for the most part, the setting is the story. The staff is made up of immigrants, mostly illegals. I’m literally watching this movie at the same time Trump is holding one of his rallies demonizatig immigrants. What I see on screen are people who came looking for a better life, working crappy, degrading jobs and getting bullied besides. One particularly strong scene was of a group of kitchen workers, from Mexico, Colombia, Morocco and Bensonhurst, sitting in an alley smoking on their break and talking of their dreams. They were anything but grandiose.
The movie is artfully filmed in black and white. That added to the dinginess of the setting and the dreariness of the workday.
The kitchen workers called each other chef, just like in The Bear, but compared to La Cocina, the behavior in The Bear’s kitchen is a model of decorum. There is no doubt in my mind that kitchens as toxic as this one are all too common. But I nonetheless felt the movie was a bit overdone, particularly when in comes to the violence and the scope of some accidents.
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The universal language is Farsi, with a little French thrown in. It’s spoken in the movie’s two settings Montreal and Winnipeg. But the audience is kept on its toes by characters who should be in one city appearing in the other.
If you’re a fan of straightforward narrative, Universal Language won’t be your cup of tea. There are a couple subplots to cling to. One a large denomination bill found by two children frozen into heavy ice. And there’s a guy from Montreal heading home to look up his mother.
More prominent is a series of odd scenes that have little to do with either of those stories. Like the Winnipeg tour guy who takes his group to a bland residential building and advises that the residents include an administrative assistant and a fax operator. Or the woman who boards a bus in Montreal headed from Winnipeg and finds the seat next to her has been purchased for a turkey. A live Turkey. Turkeys in fact have a prominent role in Universal Language. Who knows?
I thought of this as Wes Anderson in Farsi. It’s odd, eccentric and unpredictable. But it’s also fun and interesting.
(A Special Jury Prize for Cinematography was awarded to Isabelle Stochtchenko for her work in Universal Language.)
Twenty-six pieces of art from the African Kingdom of Dahomey are being transported from France back to Africa, to what is now the Kingdom of Benin. This is stolen art, plundered by colonialists. There’s royal statues and decorative, spiritual pieces.
The documentary starts with the process. The pieces are secured, crated and transported. They make the journey by air and then we watch as they are “freed” back in their homeland.
For me the most compelling part of the movie was the debate among students in Benin about the artifacts, but in a larger sense about colonialism. There are tears of joy as part of a people’s history is returned to them. But equally tears of rage, 26 artifacts being returned out of an estimated 7,000 that were plundered.
There is an eerie side to the movie as we hear from the statues themselves, speaking in total darkness from inside their crates, wondering, not unlike some of the students, about their identity.
The documentary is a bit slow paced but it is meaningful and provocative. I don’t think you can watch and then go see artworks in a museum that were made in colonized or indigenous lands without thinking about where those works legitimately belong.
The baker in a small French village dies. A former employee comes back for the funeral, which draws the appreciation of the baker’s wife and the ire of the baker’s son. These three are joined by the village priest and a heavy-set disheveled dude named Walter.
Why are the former employee and the son jealous of each other’s relationship with Walter? Why does the son hate the former employee? What was the latter’s relationship to the baker?
All of these relationships are mysteries that unravel during the course of the movie. But not entirely. It is never completely clear who is lying and who is covering up. We also are left with questions about who is sleeping with who and are these guys gay or straight.
There are some beautiful scenes in the French countryside and some very dark bedroom scenes (not sex just uncomfortable conversations). I found it pretty suspenseful albeit a head scratcher.
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Asmundur Sveinsson was a 20th century Icelandic sculptor. He passed away in 1982. He spent a good part of his life living in Asundarsafn, his home in Reykjavik. It nows serves as a museum exhibiting his work, both in the building and on the surrounding grounds.











These photos were taken during a hike on the Myrdalsjokull glacier in southern Iceland near the city of Vik. It is Iceland’s fourth largest glacier, covering 232 square miles and is 1,500 meters at its highest point. Myrdalsjokull sits atop an active volcano, Katla. The volcano usually erupts every 100 years and, since its last eruption was in 1918, it is overdue. Having a glacier atop a volcano poses a potential serious flooding problem when the volcano erupts.












From the photography collection of the National Museum of Iceland.








An exhibit of Icelandic artists at the Reykjavik Art Museum
(Note — most of these works include multiple parts and my photos only include a portion of the parts that make up the overall piece.)




































