23.3.11

I Am Kloof

I used to have a backyard mini-ramp, and, reportedly, I denied access to a few intrepid skaters in my early years. Among them were the Garrett brothers. So when the two-acre Rob Garrett was house-sitting revealed a neat three-and-a-half footer, it was with much integrity that he let me skate it without so much as a quip of remonstration.

Roll Forever

Never Met a Girl He Didn't Kif

Agent Smith

Peeman Hurricane

Thrad Hurricane


Seeing is Feeling

15.3.11

Minolta Hi-Matic AF 2

Here are a few pictures from the first roll of my latest camera, the Minolta I scored in Amanzimtoti.

Peeman: Gripper

Peeman: Cutter

Sorry For Yourself-Portrait

Momcore

Numeric

MURTH Heave

Seeing Triple At The Double Rock

Grest

Stately

Kitch Vertigo

11th Commandment

Over There, The Bowl

7.3.11

Steal Away the Night

If Durban folk are the salt of the Earth, Umhlanga is the custard. These photos wouldn't have been nearly as fun to take without the company of Jono Rich, a guy with indomitably good spirits.

Send Me to a Watery Grave

Go Night-Swimming

Huck and the Smart-Phone

Bridge Over Trouble-Free Water

Jono's Direction

My Front Lawn

Lights Out

Keeping it Real

Feel Blue When Lonely

1.3.11

Film Review - True Grit

Striding on to the silver screen in recent weeks is the Coen brothers' latest entrance into atmospheric, though slightly less avant-garde than usual, period film. True Grit, as per tradition both written and directed by the duo (though adapted from a 1968 book of the same name), delves into the late nineteenth-century American frontier, where after the brutal betrayal and murder of her father, 14-year-old Mattie Ross (played by the talented and commanding young actress Hailee Steinfeld) seeks a man with the aforementioned grit to pursue the killer, Tom Chaney (Josh Brolin). Eventually she settles on the most 'ruthless' of those available, an eye patch-wearing drunkard U.S. marshal of dubious moral persuasion by the title Rooster Cogburn (drawled in yet another impressive performance by Jeff Bridges).

Joining the pair (when he hasn't abandoned them due to some or other offense) is the aloof and comically proud LaBoeuf (a plucky Matt Damon, who although unusual for the role, fills it fitfully). After some disagreement about traveling arrangements, rectified by Mattie's tenacious legalism and a faith in propriety born out of her Protestant ethic, the unlikely party head off after Chaney, who they believe to have joined with the notorious "Lucky" Ned Pepper (Barry Pepper) and his gang.

True Grit appears to be one of the Coens' more dedicated genre pieces, providing a human, ground-level view of Western morals and dynamics. Stylishly, the drama is often elevated in appearance to a platform where the surprising juxtaposition of landscape and background make the settings seem like an expansive stage rather than a location. This was largely supported by some incredibly skillful lighting and an antiquated, mostly formal parole, theatrically contrasting the actors with their situation. Action was often focused on from a distant or removed perspective, adding further subtlety to the audience's role as voyeur rather than calling attention to it. In an unusual turn for the Coens, likely due to their strict adherence to the film's novelistic origin, there are five quarters of story to True Grit, rather than three. The rug was still firmly under my feet upon exiting the theatre. Ultimately, though, True Grit offers an accessible black comic realism that will leave you itching for more.