Category Archives: Cinema

Ajufo and Coel and Erivo and adaptations

London is always a good idea.

1. Chewing Gum Dreams
(seen on Wednesday September 23 at Theatre503, London)
Hopping on the Amsterdam-London train to see Chewing Gum Dreams at Theatre503 in London was the perfect way to start Autumn. And, to reload for what feels like the most packed season in the Dutch cultural agenda. Here, October to December will have you squinting and blinking at the same time. The Dutch theatre world doesn’t just need more works. It specifically needs more of this. More of this clever, fresh-fresh, high paced and very, very funny writing. Original, unapologetic, non-explanatory, free, razor-sharp writing. Michaela Coel, who wrote the script for Chewing Gum Dreams, is of course a genius with the pen. I’d love to hear/read more about her writing process ànd I’d love to learn more about the kind of reader she is.

For its initial run, Chewing Gum Dreams was described as ‘a one-woman play that recalls the last days of innocence before adulthood.’ Seeing it was a perfect night out for two NL-based theatre lovers who are tired of the ‘Destination: Explanation!’ and ‘Identity as the whooole storyline’ pieces we’re often flooded with. Chewing Gum Dreams offered us the fun and relaxation we were craving for.
Lauryn Ajufo was brilliant as Tracey. The ways in which she reminds us of Tracey without mimicking Michaela Coel are sublime. Her quickness, the way she goes back and forth between so many different characters that each have their own tone and pace? A joy to watch. This is CRAFT… all caps and a very deep bass. Salutes to director Anthony Simpson-Pike and to Yimei Zhao for the set design. We took it allll in and we very much enjoyed it.


2. Prima Facie
(seen on Tuesday October 13 and Saturday October 17 at the Royal Festival Hall during London Film Festival)
Black women’s co-signs are my favourite reason to go see an adaptation of an outer-canon classic. With ‘outer-canon’ classic I mean a work that’s “world” famous but is no longer or has never been part of my immediate frames of reference. This doesn’t always mean there are gaping zero’s worth of interest. I mean, sometimes…  Mostly it just means that I haven’t invested in seeing or reading it. “Someday, maybe.” Just not right now. And certainly not in a way that puts me in the London Film Festival’s digital waiting line with 2441 people in front of me. But, when Cynthia Erivo is in it?! That 2441-people-line is exactly where you’ll find me. I might have even dressed up for it. Because when cousin Cyn stars in and executive produces a work… darling, that places Prima Facie on the top of my lists.

The film adaption of Suzie Miller’s play Prima Facie had its UK première on Tuesday October 20 at London’s Royal Festival Hall. Both the play and the film are about Tessa Ensler, a successful defence barrister (lawyer) who is painfully confronted by the laws she so fiercely believed in. Tessa Ensler is portrayed by… Cynthia Erivo.
After a good three hours in the waiting list, I booked one of the last 15 tickets for the film. And, after Erivo’s BFI Screen Talk with Clara Amfo the evening before the première, I booked another ticket for a few days later. The way Erivo talked about it made it crystal clear: I’m going to want to see this twice. We were right. And when it comes to the Dutch cinema’s, I’ll watch it a dozen times more. What a gorgeous film. It left the entire Royal Festival Hall quiet-quiet. This film is breathtaking. The cinematography, the costumes, the music, the care invested in now portraying Tessa Ensler as a Black woman… with a Black family… Black routines… and Blackity Black armour.

I loved it so much I bought a special edition of Suzie Miller’s script. After my reading-and-rereading routine I’ll write about how I believe this film is a masterclass of how to turn a one-person-play into a film with multiple, prominent characters. That was my impression after only reading the first scenes and now, eyebrow-deep in my reading-and-rereading routine, it’s something I stand by. To be continues because… my goodness!

And, that thing they say… “Person1 is the Person2 of our time.” Darling, Cynthia Erivo is the Cynthia Erivo of our life. Of. Our. Life!! Awe-mazing.

The picture was snapped during the BFI Screen Talk. No idea why the person in front of me figured that this was the perfect moment to block my view of the screen. But, when closely paying attention, I can’t play around with my phone too much so I guess this is the picture we’ve got.

“Are you not entertained?”

A pocketsize note on Gladiator II

As per usual, Denzel Washington underlined that he masters his craft in the most sublime ways. That, the grandeur-boostin’ special effects and the shot of that one warrior entering the arena on a massive rhino made for an enjoyable Friday morning at the cinema.

However, I’d love to see what directors and screenwriters like Ramata-Toulaye Sy and Nia DaCosta would do with a Gladiator-budget. I trust that if people/populations were to be invented, Sy and DaCosta’s imaginations would give us the best costumes, make-up, conversations, confrontations and perhaps even languages. They wouldn’t present us characters, extra’s and sceneries looking like the product of someone whose whole sense of creativity is rooted in one Heart of Darkness-esque book about Moors, Kel Tamasheq and ‘Thee Arabs’.

And with all those myths that have survived even the most ancient of times… from women with snakes for hair and just all kinds of ruthless killers… why are all the women so soft and helpless? Why are we only crying and dying all the time? Give us a Lashana Lynch or Jean Grae looking person who, in reaction to the evil she witnesses, kills for sport. Give us a head of empire whose army of elephant riding, Hannibal-coded soldiers comes in, pulls out some gladiators’ spines, eats too many grapes at the afterparty and leaves the next morning. Probably with a few captives but with not too much drama. Elegantly. And who knows, maybe they’ll come back. Maybe not all of them return to where they came from and those who don’t, install this lingering fear that one day there will be a rebellion. But, not right now because now, they just came for the sport. To witness and to participate, to win. Just to keep them Romans and Greeks on their sandaled toes. Can we please have some fear-spreading women? Who aren’t randomly evil but still terrifying? Women whose terror isn’t the result of trauma or a broken heart but who still, out of a survivalist habit, actively choose violence every day and from the moment they wake up.

Can we have main characters who are women
who fight
over something other than a man
and who don’t die
but who live
for something other than a man?

Banel & Adama, HipHopHuis, Gember & Rooibos

Banel & Adama
“A new generation of film makers, strong-willed and with a superb mastery of technics is born. A relief troop.”
– Sembène Ousmane in ‘Cinema as evening school’, his preface in L’Afrique et le Centenaire du Cinema/Africa and the Centenary of Cinema.

Banel & Adama is a stereotype-free, stroll-paced unfolding of a love story disrupted by expectations. Its scenery centres around the steadiness of traditions and the rush of tragedies accelerated by capitalism. Or, more specifically: gender norms and the climate crisis. As an heir to Djibril Diop Mambèty’s infamous remixing of cinema’s grammar, director Ramata-Toulaye Sy masterfully takes us from a honey-sweet lovin’ to a magic-realist sobering.

Khady Mane, who plays Banel, is captivating in her portrayal of a new bride who’s trying her best to preserve a dream that’s close to being reality-checked to a halt. Mamadou Diallo is ever so gracious in his portrayal of Adama, a young husband figuring out how to not just carry but properly balance the inherited into its future.

Since attending its première at this year’s edition of International Film Festival Rotterdam (IFFR), Ramata-Toulaye Sy’s masterpiece has been on my mind. With its gorgeous cinematography plus its perfectly scored moments of quiet and consideration, Banel & Adama gives us the Tonimorrison-esque narration that matches our imagination. Truly, a relief.   

HipHopHuis + Gember &… Rooibos – episode 1 of 7.
On Saturday March 9 (15.00h-17.00h), Adrian Van Wyk and I will join the Rotterdam fam for a conversation about the short documentary What the Soil Remembers. We’ll do so as part of the first HipHopHuis-based edition of the GembertheeSessies (Ginger tea sessions), co-hosted by HipHopHuis and Bijlmer Parktheater. HipHopHuis has been a home for a good 20 years. Their interest in co-hosting a GembertheeSessies is an absolute honour. Tickets for this gathering can be bought via this link.

After this event, Van Wyk and I will move our conversation back to my sofa and dinner table. From there, we’ll edit chunks of it into episode one of a 7-part podcast series: Gember &… . Episode 1 -Gember & Rooibos- will centre around the following:
– The Kitchen (film)
– Banel & Adama (film)
– The Mother of All Lies (film)
– Rye Lane (film)
– Cécile McLorin Salvant’s concert in Brussel
– The concert of the Asher Gamedze Quartet in Rotterdam

IFFR
Being part of the IFFR press crew this year was great. I was honoured and overjoyed to be part of a festival that’s so dear to me. Special mention to Lyse Ishimwe. (blows dancehall airhorn)

Picture 1: Still from Banel & Adama.
Picture 2: Still from the videoclip for Asher Gamedze‘s Wynter Time