Interview with director Oliver Hermanus

By Dylan Valley

This year’s edition of The Durban International Film Festival in South Africa was a pure cinematic treat. I attended master classes with Burkina Faso film legend Gaston Kabore and surf film legend Jack McCoy, hung out with some of my favourite filmmakers, and saw some truly great films from around the world. Of these, one of the highlights was the African premiere of 27 year-old South African Oliver Hermanus’ latest feature, “Skoonheid” (Beauty.) The film made Cannes history earlier this year: It was the first Afrikaans film to screen at the festival and the first official French/ South African co- production ever. It went on to win the Queer Palm at Cannes and in Durban it won Best South African Feature.

“Skoonheid” (trailer above) tells the story of a middle aged Afrikaner man, Francois van Heerden (superbly played by Deon Lotz) who through painstakingly compartmentalizing his life, suppresses his sexual preference for men. Beneath his Calvinist family man façade lies a deeply unhappy and frustrated man. He engages in secret sexual orgies on a farm with other Afrikaans men who are also hiding their sexual preferences. Some of his peers are plainly in denial: “No gays and no coloureds allowed!” says one of the characters as he chases a member of their group away who had brought a brown skinned gay youth along. However, desperate sex with other suppressed men doesn’t seem to bring him any real happiness or even relief. He is in a permanent state of quiet internal conflict. He feels disenfranchised and unsafe in the new South Africa. He is like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. When he has an encounter with an old friend’s  son at a wedding, he is mesmerized by his beauty, and his grip over his life begins to slip. We undergo a journey with him: as Hermanus puts it, “a journey that is conflicted and laced with self loathing.” Both terrifying and fascinating, “Skoonheid” is uncharted territory in the South African film terrain. I caught with up Oliver Hermanus in Cape Town to discuss the film.

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Chief Boima plays Lincoln Center

He’s not just a blogger. This Sunday, August 7, at Lincoln Center DJ Chief Boima, who has been traveling in Ghana, Liberia and Sierra Leone this summer,  will warm up the crowd–along with Ahficionados–between sets by Iyadede, Spoek Mathambo and Blitz the Ambassador. It’s free. If you’re in New York City (I’m in Massachusetts till August 14), and this hype video by the organizers doesn’t not convince, then there’s something wrong with you.

Music Break

Nneka--a AIAC favorite–performing an acoustic version of her song, “Do You Love Me Now?” for the French website, NowPlayingMag.com.

 

Wole Soyinka on Robert Mugabe

Wole Soyinka (except from a speech in June at the New York Public Library) linking Harlem’s Father Divine, the Yoruba diety Shango, Mohamed Bouazizi, the Tunisian street vender who set himself on fire thus triggering a people’s revolution earlier this year, the now-deposed Laurent Gbagbo, and finally, Robert Mugabe, who is “still riding it out on his own wall, blotting out the horizon for others with his grossly inflated ego.”

The full lecture here.

Via Bombastic Elements

The Mubarak Show

Hosni Mubarak denied all charges of economic corruption, illegal export dealings and murder against him during his first day in court. Mubarak, laid out on a stretcher in a cage in his Cairo courtroom, and his two sons, Alaa and Gamal (each holding a Quran in their hands), are represented by Farid al-Deeb, a lawyer who has spent much of this year maintaining Mubarak’s innocence and poor health. This trial is already a spectacle, as indicated in a report by The Guardian’s Jack Shenker: ”At one point a lawyer demanded that Mubarak undergo a DNA test, claiming that the ex-leader actually died in 2004 and had been replaced by an impostor.”

Outside the courtroom, pro-Mubarak and anti-Mubarak protesters clashed, with riot police – likely the same who forced sit-in protesters out of Meydan Tahrir on Monday – surrounding the building. This and the events inside the court are being broadcast live on Egyptian State television, and the world is tuning in.

Mubarak and sons were flown in to a police academy in Cairo on a helicopter, and Mubarak was transported in an ambulance from there. Someone cracked on twitter: “After years of causing Cairo traffic jams because of his large motorcades, Mubarak finally uses a helicopter.” Still, with over 20,000 documents relevant to the trial to go through this court case will jam up airtime, energy and courtrooms for a long time to come.

I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this trial yet.

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August 3, Niger

Let’s celebrate Niger’s independence day with a recording of Omara “Bombino” Moctar, whose story of exile — and return — speaks to many youth in the country.

Along with Rap music:

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Cape Doctor

Photo Credit: Doreen R

Elections in Zambia

In the 3rd grade, I came back fresh from my first civics lesson in Mrs. Marshall’s class at Nkana Trust School, to announce, “Zambia is a One-Party Participatory Democracy. Kenneth Kaunda is our President. He believes in Humanism and UNIP won 99.99% of the vote.” I think my father mumbled something that expressed the trifecta of his disdain for what passed for civics in my school, the ridiculousness of the construct of a ‘One-Party Democracy’ and the hilarity of getting 99.99% of the vote. But he kept his sarcastic retort jovial – only partially because he probably didn’t want to discourage my enthusiasm. He was well aware of the grace under which we lived: peaceful Zambia, to which people from all nations could come and live, be they Angolans, Zairians, Rhodesians (then), South Africans, or from the many nations of Europe. ‘Zambia in the Sun’ even permitted the likes of us, Sri Lankans, whose home island was on the fast track to civil war. KK’s grace seemed to extend to everyone, until the first violent strikes by Zambian mine workers reminded us that Zambians were the real losers here: they were paid less, and given far fewer benefits than their ‘foreign-born’ counterparts.

Of course, foreigners and Zambians alike loved ‘batata KK’, his ubiquitous safari suits and white handkerchief, which was rumoured to have been given to him as a talisman of protection by an Indian. It’s true we didn’t get what he was talking about when he switched from calling us his ‘children’ or his ‘people’ to ‘comrades’. It seemed an unnecessary distance to leap. KK explained, on the front page of the Times of Zambia, that he had been told that calling his countrymen ‘his children’ was ‘paternalistic’. But we couldn’t figure out what was wrong with being a little paternal.

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Muthoni The Drummer Queen

Your Music Break: from Nairobi.

Via Kate Bomz

Blitz the Ambassador talks African Cinema

 

Blitz the Ambassador (you know we like him) says a lot about African film making in 120 seconds.

H/T:Society HAE

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