There's very little in The Bourne Identity that you haven't
seen before. A man suffering from amnesia, played by Matt Damon,
tries to figure out why he knows how to take down armed men with his
bare hands before mysterious forces succeed in killing him. Somewhere
along the way he picks up a spunky girl (Franka Potente) and makes
love to her in a dingy Paris hotel room. Cliches, yes, but in this
case done so well that I didn't even care. I walked out of the movie
feeling like I wanted to either kick some ass or get some. For God's
sake, it made me like Matt Damon, and I hate Matt Damon. Franka
Potente was unsurprisingly a total delight in her role, and Clive Owen
was a very sexy Dead Guy #2. Even though I was given only the tiniest
glimpse of a "love scene" between Damon and Potente, thinking about it
still brings a flush to my cheeks. Anyone want to pretend to be an
amnesiac secret agent? I'll be the cute Gypsy girl...Doug Liman, also
responsible for Go and Swingers, has proven once again
that he really knows how to put together a fun movie.
There's no easy way to get back to my apartment in the East Bay from
the city after dark on public transportation, so if I want to go play
on a school night I always bus back home to get my car. Thursday
night, however, I went straight from work to a viewing of Berni
Searle's work at Peres Projects, a brand new gallery a block away from
where I used to work at Addicted to Noise in the Potrero. The first
thing I noticed when I walked into the space was the pungent smell
of spices; piles of ground cloves, paprika, and turmeric lay on the
floor below floor-to-ceiling digital prints of Searle lying covered in
said spices. In front of these were more prints, this time with just
the outline of her missing body traced in the spice, which reminded me
very strongly of Ana Mendieta's work. Another series of photographs
on a facing wall detailed the palm of Searle's stained hand, while
upstairs in a small chapel of a room there hung a small suite of
images depicting Searle kneeling naked on the floor, covered in flour,
making bread. Searle's images are deceptively simple, yet they have a
power that lingers. After the gallery I headed over to Panchita's
No. 3 for some delectable Salvadoran food: fried plantains and glazed
pork loins, yum! It took me two hours on a combo of BART and AC
Transit to get home, but it was worth it.
I've been loving the Yoko Ono exhibit at
SFMOMA
since it opened in late June, and Saturday I attended a lecture by
curator Clara Kim about the more performative aspects of Ono's art.
The thing I so appreciate about Yoko Ono is her light touch, how she
keeps you smiling at the same time that she creates deeply meaningful
work. Kim showed slides from a performance of Ono's Audience
Piece, where at the end of an evening of art and music Ono and her
fellow performers came out on stage and stood in a line. Each picked
a member of the audience to stare at until that person looked away,
and then they would move on to another victim. The piece continued until
almost the entire audience was gone, the artists were lying on the
stage they were so tired, and the house manager kicked everyone out at
1am. Kim also screened a video of a recent performance of Ono's
Sky Piece for Jesus Christ by the Del Sol Quartet that had been
done in conjunction with the current exhibition. As the Quartet
bravely played Vivaldi they were slowly wrapped in medical gauze until
they were completely immobile. Very funny, but also quite poignant.
Later that evening I went to
ODC
Theater for a performance of Killing My Lobster's Tango
Dell'Amore, a hysterical group of sketches about love in San
Francisco and elsewhere. I read craigslist personals every day for
easy laughs, but the posts were even better on stage being interpreted
as bad beat poetry. Other highlights included talking (and pooping)
goldfish, a lifeboat used as metaphor for the SF bar scene, and a
closing song-and-dance number that the Backstreet Boys themselves
could not have rivalled. The following survey was handed out at the
door:
Who wrote the book on love? And if you were the editor what would
you change?
I think e.e. cummings pretty much had it nailed when he wrote:
if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is
because you have loved me...
If I were the editor I would make him use caps and proper
punctuation.
What two famous people do you think should get together, share a
bottle of wine and fall in love?
I have these inappropriate Cate Blanchett/Tilda Swinton
fantasies...
Can you scientifically explain why windows fog up when two lovers
go at it in a car?
It's just God's way of making the lens go all blurry.
What are the five worst love songs ever written?
"Cherry Pie" by Poison
"O mio bambino caro" by Puccini
anything by Celine Dion, Whitney Houston, or Mariah Carey
"Baby Baby" by Amy Grant
that song the urchin sings in Les Mis
Approximately what percentage of the time is the phrase "I'll call
you" used honestly?
a) 100%
b) 50%
c) 0%
d) whatever, you know email is a lot less awkward
When a 7th grade girl says "I like him," does she mean to say that
she loves him? Or that she wants to be intimate with him without the
constraints and baggage which routinely shackle lovers who claim to be
in love? Ok, discuss.
Really it just means she wants their braces to get stuck together.
Name the Hair Metal Band responsible for each Love Ballad.
Feel Like Makin' Love - Bad Company
Still Loving You - Scorpions
I Want To Know What Love Is - Foreigner
Alone Again - Dokken
Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon
Amanda - Boston
Is This Love - Whitesnake
Save Your Love - Great White
The Flame - Cheap Trick
Don't Know What You Got (Till It's Gone) - Cinderella
Love Song - Tesla
I Remember You - Skid Row
What's love got to do with it?
a) a lot
b) not much
c) to really explain this requires a sophisticated understanding of
the Tao Te Ching, the history of climate change and an intense
affection for Cheez-its.
d) Love is nothing but a second-hand emotion
In the space below draw a picture of your favorite flower and the
person you would give it to. Awwww.....
The Bourne
Identity
Peres Projects
Killing My
Lobster
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