Monday, September 28, 2009
Roman Polanski's Lifetime Achievement Award
Film director Roman Polanski flew to Zurich, Switzerland on September 26th to receive a lifetime achievement award at the Zurich Film Festival. Instead, he was arrested after fleeing a conviction for felony thirty years ago in California.
I can't help but imagine the hope of prosecuters as they waited to see if the filmmaker would show up for such a celebration. He'd always been careful to avoid picking up an Oscar, but surely within Europe he would be left alone to reflect on an astounding career.
I'm actually an admirer of his films. We studied Knife in the Water at Ryerson, as well as Chinatown in my screenwriting class.
His version of Oliver Twist is absolutely heartbreaking and haunting.
And The Pianist is unrelenting, searing and somehow hopeful amid all the horror of war.
It is my belief, however, that a man who flees justice is saying more by that act than any one of his celluloid masterpieces will ever hope to do.
What was the felony he was charged with?
Statutory rape of a 13-year-old girl.
Using sedative drugs to disarm the girl and ensure the victim's compliance.
Let's stop for a moment and recall a few statistics about pedophile predators:
"Al Carlisle, former prison psychologist, estimates that a pedophile may molest as many as 100 children before he is caught." - Stephen T. Holmes, Ronald M. Holmes, Sex Crimes: Patterns and Behaviour
"Ego-psychologists assert that pedophiles have never developed a well-defined sense of self. Having sexual contact with children enables the pedophile to surmount the sense of shame, humiliation or powerlessness experienced during victimization as a child." - Juliann Whetsell-Mitchell, Rape of the Innocent
Now let's look at Roman Polanski's early childhood:
At age 6 he was herded into the Krakow Ghetto in Poland, where he lost his parents to imprisonment in Nazi concentration camps. His mother perished, his father survived.
Roman escaped the ghetto and was taken in by Polish Catholics until he was reunited with his father.
Sufficiently traumatic for anyone.
For those wondering why a 76-year-old man should face charges dating back thirty years, would anyone ask the same question if he was a priest who had raped a child in the 70's? The public is generally eager to prosecute priests. Is it because they don't direct incredibly remarkable films?
For those remembering that in addition to Polanski's nightmarish childhood, his thirties were marred by the gruesome murder of his wife Sharon Tate, eight months pregnant, by Charles Manson's Family - surely one might think the man has suffered enough for one lifetime.
Certainly his films are colored by his losses and emotional pain: Repulsion, The Tenant and Rosemary's Baby.
I still return to the knowledge that he fled a conviction to which he pleaded guilty by jumping bail, and returning to France where there is a firm refusal to give up its citizens to foreign governments. Moreover, Polanski curtailed all travel plans if there included any chance of being returned to face US authorities.
Until this last decision to attend the Zurich Film Festival.
His lifetime achievement award became a jail cell.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Anticipation
Kim's year-long Blog Improvement Project at Sophisticated Dorkiness encouraged us to "look for blogging inspiration somewhere new.
There’s no real way to do this. If you’ve got a laptop, take it out of the house and write up a post somewhere different. If you don’t have a laptop, grab a pen and paper and do some brainstorming outside the house.
Go to the park, a local coffee shop, the library, a friend’s house, your backyard, wherever you feel like it. Just get away from where you usually blog to see what inspiration you might get from a change of scene."
I did this in a movie theatre while I was waiting for Gamer to start.
It wasn't hard to see that I was immediately drawing on sense memory for this exercise.
Many of you already know that one of my favorite places in the world - and favorite moment in life - is taking my place in a theatre seat, waiting for the show to begin.
It can be any kind of theatre, any kind of performance.
It can be a spot snagged among an outdoor crowd for the Busker Festival.
It can be a hardy sports stadium seat built to withstand drunken disappointment in a game, but serving me as a seat at the Royal Nova Scotia International Tattoo.
The hockey arena can be tucked out of sight so I can sit in surging anticipation for Lenny Kravitz and an amazing night of music.
It can be a no-frills wooden chair on homemade risers, awaiting a Fringe Festival performance.
It can be a seen-better-days upholstered seat scavenged from a renovated theatre as I sit just feet away from Michael Mahonen (Road to Avonlea's Gus) as he shows his acting chops in Salt Water Moon, a play by Newfoundland-born David French.
But there are two types of theatre seats that thrill me more than any other.
The basic cinema seat - where I have willingly whiled away countless sunny days in a darkened theatre. No matter how far technology takes us, no matter that I can watch films in an increasingly sophisticated home setting, I will always cherish viewing films as they are meant to be screened - in a theatre surrounded by other film lovers.
And the other one?
Why, a seat at the ballet, of course.
Where the orchestra tunes up as the lights go down to a quarter...
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