Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts

Sunday, May 13, 2012

The Museum Time Bomb




Musée des Arts et Metiers as a catalogue and encyclopaedia No.1. Photo: James.

Following on from the Icebergs of Art & Artefact post, I've recently been reading an interesting essay [here] on the role and challenges of the modern museum, by James M Bradburne:


On the one hand, museums that have pursued their traditional educational mission have found that the education they are now expected to provide is increasingly “remedial”—directed at filling gaps in the basic education of an increasingly broad spectrum of users. Increasingly, public funding for museums is tied to meeting specific targets aimed at addressing issues of social inclusion. At the same time, confronted by data that show how limited museums are in providing primary education, the public purse is questioning its return on investment—museums are just too expensive to operate for the relatively brief educational encounter enjoyed (or not) by most users. The cost per visitor of a four-hour visit per year (if the museum is lucky) is out of proportion to the results of a similar investment in the classroom or in the media.
Many questions, much to think about in the context of the museum in society.



Musée des Arts et Metiers as a catalogue and encyclopaedia No.2.  Photo: James.

James


Monday, September 28, 2009

"We'll always have Paris"

Some places have a love affair thrust upon them by art. Paris is certainly a city loved by film, arguably in ways few other cities do. Certainly it's a city where the film makers are prepared to collude in the myth and avoid the seedier side of the reality; something that Venice, for instance, doesn't receive. London and New York have the gritty films out of the traps -- there are love stories filmed there, but few that are love affairs with those two rumbustious metropoli.

Here's a set of four films featuring the lighter, gayer side of Paris.

Fauteuils d'orchestre (badly translated as 'Orchestra Seats' for the English release, excepting the USA which gets 'Avenue Montaigne' instead; another fine example of importers' disservice to their art.) Starring Cécile De France as the protagonist, showing remarkably poor taste -- the man she gets it together with is clearly going to be a relationship disaster.... However this saves the film from descending into too much high quality sugar; and while the plot doesn't bear much examination, it is an enjoyable ode to a kind of up-market side to Paris. It got quite a hammering in the reviews; here's a more positive one.

It works well as a chance for good actors to show their stuff (sometimes over-egging it!) and some not-quite-fully-realised exploration of the nature of art and the bourgeoisie's relationship to it. The back story to the pianist's antipathy to the stranglehold of concerts is based on the (real) pianist's rather dramatic battles against the same stultifying suits and building.

But one of the favourite actors in the film was the theatre building. Théâtre des Champs-Élysées, a great Art Deco building with swoonable banisters. A certain pointy tower is dragged into the background with monotonous regularity, and they also use a typical Paris café carefully, as one could almost see them avoiding...

Amélie, or in French 'Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain', who needs no introduction here, I'm sure, but is in so many ways a precursor to Seats. The difference is clear, too, in that Amélie makes no attempt to be 'realistic' but works as a kind of semi-adult fairy tale.

Which leads neatly to Ratatouille, one where the film-makers stuck to their guns with the title (helped by the integral nature of it to the story) to the extent of having a pronunciation guide below on the posters for certain markets.

Yes, this too has a certain metal tower plonked in many shots, but the focus is in the detail - of the rats, the food, the idea of good food (another blow for diversity, along with the title) and the details of Paris' buildings and the cars and mopeds -- delightfully exaggerated. For the detail geeks, Colette's motorbike bears a recognisably foodie Italian brand, but I need a Pixar 2CV.

I also want to know why Pixar, having worked so hard to get the food and dining experience right, can't tell the difference between herbs and spices?

Still Pixar managed to do a lot better than the remarkably, joyfully bad back projection in the film that gave us our title. While Rick and Ilsa may always have Paris, Warner Bros and Michael Curtiz had to do without, due to a number of Germans on site. Casablanca is a classic for many reasons, but its 'Paris' is not one of them.

Finally comes Paris, je t'aime, a film we both enjoyed enormously, and a good pick for a desert island movie. It's short story format shows what diversity film can have. From the pretentious to the touching, from the comically exaggerated -- including mime -- to the remarkably understated, it seems to have a little of everything that cinema does well. A stellar cast helps, while guessing the director for each section is a good game. While this shows many other sides of the city, and many sequences don't actually have that tower featured -- probably against some Parisien filming ordinance. Some episodes are one trick denouements, but that only throws the re-viewer back on the acting and direction -- and the background city so much in the foreground.

Are there other Parisien films that should be included? Are there other cities that regularly have film-makers turn up to sell the light, lovable myth? Let us know your thoughts, and we may return to this topic.

James

[Stills & poster from film publicity - of course. Credited as such.]

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

That's not a sundial...

...THIS is a sundial.

Or "Don't stand just there at noon."

Thinking back on last year's big trip, one of the stand outs was the Musée des Arts et Metiers (previous posts here and here) and this is one of the items from the first gallery of instruments.

I don't recall what it is, but I reckon it's pretty ace. I mean - with one of these in the [stately home] garden you should be able to pull off a top notch locked-room mystery, no problem, and shoot the Pope while proving the curvature of the earth. Your only problem was going to be coming up with something better and teaching the butler to load it while keeping clear of the barrel.

I'd like to thank Greg for making sure we didn't miss this. With the Pitt Rivers Museum, it's one of the great 'secret museums' of the world.

James

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Lovely ladies and lions

Today's saunter took us through Paris to the Louvre and back, taking in the Seine, some sights (and smells) on the way. - And of course, a stop for coffee and pain au chocolat...

This picture was taken from under an umbrella. Can you tell?


We were walking along the river after wearing out our feet at the Louvre.

I had never noticed before - or not remembered from last time - that the Nike of Samothrace is on a ship's prow. We reckon it must have been a trireme.


As for famous ladies in the Louvre, here's another one, surveying the scene.

(Which button do I push to make her eyes move back and forth?)

And here's a picture of the scene itself - including the talking ladies and the yawning man. James took these photos - I think they're great!


We had a good look at many of the quieter, in fact virtually deserted, galleries of the Macedonian and early arts before hitting the main sights and heading out the door. I'm happy to report that only two rooms of the vast, enormous, weary palace were as crowded as this. Spot the art historian in red....


As for the quieter end of the Louvre, the Macedonian galleries included some fantastic lions and reliefs from Assyrian palaces. This is one of my favourite areas of ancient art, and I always visit the reliefs in the British Museum when I am in London. It's exciting to see some more of the artefacts from Ur and the ancient near east.
This was probably my favourite discovery of the day, because it was so unexpected. It's a lion (not a frog), from a temple, missing its haunches but with the face and ears intact. It's about waist high in this photo, so it's quite large. I found it odd and unreal, and fascinating.


And back out on the street, back in the 5th.


How about some specs? Hello Possums!


Tonight's entertainment included dinner at a local cafe with Greg and Eileen. We had much chat to catch up on. There was also the amusement of my sudden incapacity to speak French resulting in Italian mash coming out, and the waiter, who offered to take a photo for us, took two of himself and tried to take one of a colleague, before waving the camera our way....

Greg and Eileen have the pictures so we'll post those later...

In the meantime, I'll leave you with the delightful sight a weary tourist sees on his way home to rest.....

And home, to our view with mansard roofs.


Bev