Anyone who was expecting to see me at the Port Mahon last night for Kimya's gig, sorry, there was a evening fight, and Takeshi Kitano's Dolls won (andypop went to a gig from the same tour, so you can get that from his journal). I'm very glad I went to see Dolls; it was wonderfully (un)familiar and extremely artifical, Takeshi's usual brutality more diffuse, random, saturating the story landscape. Everything is picture-postcard beautiful, the people look blank and beautiful and are astoundingly dressed (all the costumes are by Yohji Yamamoto!) and the settings (though real) look like tiny theatre sets; an overreal, crystal beauty. The camera's eye (and the plot) is halting, discursive, close and distant, like a room seen through the bottom of a glass. It tells a kind of myth-cycle of the modern city, built from the stories you spin when you see something inexplicable (yet created by human hand) and wonder how it came about. (More on Artificial Eye, including the story of the Bound Beggars.)
I like this photo.
And the Picky Picky Game has spawned a Greek chorus of sausages.