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1) George Valentin and his dog Uggie from The Artist 2) William Kentridge's Five Themes exhibition is at ACMI
Black & white culture shock
25.3.12 - My good friend Maria has now returned to the ACT, but before she left we went to see the multi Oscar nominated movie, The Artist. As you know I was very disappointed with Hugo, so I was nervous that the shitstorm of hype accompanying The Artist might inevitably mean I would be equally disappointed with this French take on old Hollywood. Happily that wasn't the case. The Artist maintains momentum for its entire length (quite long at 2½ hrs) and and it manages to come across as joyfully affectionate despite the intellectual rigour required to make a 'silent' movie work for a modern-day audience - it was a massive relief to find there were no Busby Berkley moments for instance. Highly recommended if you're simply looking to be entertained.
Maria had also seen the William Kentridge Five Themes exhibition before she left and said she was very impressed - I believe 'confronted' might've been the specific term. Anyway, I determined that I should see it and mentioned it to Dick and Mary - and before you know it we'd arranged to meet at the Athenaeum Library and do lunch at Bistrot d'Orsay before wandering down to ACMI to see the exhibition.
We met as planned and enjoyed a lunch of such scale and splendour as to render me barely capable of breathing - luckily the walk to Federation Square (aka Bedrock) was all downhill otherwise I might've had to hi-jack a bicycle or catch a cab. I'd only managed to (faintly) appreciate two of the five Themes on offer when I glanced at my watch and saw that my parking meter had expired. I made my apologies to Dick and tottered off to my thankfully unblemished van. I will make a point of going again and offer an opinion then.
 

1) A grove of Black Boys 2) A platter of cheese with the pinot 3) Melbourne's founder Batman has a good idea

4) An example of some exquisite Persian illumination 5) My good friend, Maria, at the State Library

6) The reading room at the Victorian State Library 7) Young Coby works himself into a guitar frenzy

8) Joss sticks some Choclatté chocolates in my face
A week or more of culture has Mike reeling..
15.3.12 -
Maria Gravias, whom I've described rather coyly as my cultural attaché, has been in Melbourne for the past week or so recovering from a severe bout of ACT-itis, which has been very much Canberra's loss and my gain. So busy has been our cultural schedule I shall be hard put to remember every detail, but I shall give you the gist of the many goings-on.
Chris had a holiday on Monday, so he, Maria and I drove out to visit the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens, right next to the Cranbourne race track. From a distance it looks like a small-ish open-cut mine, but you can't help but be very impressed as soon as you begin the walk around - it's a triumph of artistic landscaping of almost exclusively native

flora. The couple of bandicoots we spied were the cute bonus Aussie fauna.
On Tuesday I met Maria at the Arts Centre for the Australian Ballet's 50th Anniversary Infinity show, featuring three ballets with specially commisioned music and choreography. I was particularly taken with Graeme Murphy's piece, (Brett Dean's score was striking and inventive) and I liked the whimsy and humour of Gideon Obarzanek's annotated Swan Lake, (music by Stefan Gregory after Tchaikovsky), but the Bangarra piece was a disappointment, the mind-numbing banality of both the music and the choreography leaving me quite angry.
On Wednesday we went to see A Separation, the movie that David and Margaret, in almost unprecedented unanimity, each gave five out of five stars. While we agreed the film was near perfect in execution, we left the theatre dubious of any resolution to the Middle East problems as a result of this brief exposure to an Iranian domestic crisis, where the medieval presence of the Koran as a third player just served to complicate an already precariously nuanced situation. Still, highly recommended if you're looking for something quite different.
We ate at the Carlton Wine Room afterwards and had a truly memorable meal topped off with a half-bottle (!) of Mt Difficulty (Otago) pinot noir. All beyond reproach and more than highly recommended.
On Thursday I had a long-awaited visit from James Feldman, (the Shepparton PC Doctor), to help install my new monitors, which required a new graphics card for the pair (!) on the music computer so it was just as well he was around.
On Saturday I met Maria at the Victorian State Library in town, mainly to take in the Persian Love & Devotion exhibition at the Keith Murdoch gallery, (pic 4) but I was also looking forward to seeing the rest of the library as I'd not visited it before. The exhibition was good value, (it was free), replete with exquisite manuscripts illuminated in such detail as to utterly defeat the naked eye - well, my naked eye, anyway. We looked with some awe at the reading room, (pic 6) (I would actually travel there to read a book I think), and sniffed around the historical paintings in the gallery, (which gave me a real sense of Victorian history), before lunching (adequately) in the bistro (pic 5) and going our separate ways.
Monday was Labour Day and Chris Kay had invited me out to Croydon to help celebrate his latest bottling, which this year for the first time includes a pinot noir. I brought Maria along with me plus a box of Choclatté chocolates, (pic 8) which generated a great deal of comment. I had a roaring time with young Coby (pic 7) and we all spent a very congenial evening eating, drinking and chatting - as y' do.

 
 
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