How to Win a Palme d'Or at Cannes

Apichatpong Weerasethakul (Joe) won the Palme d'Or at 63rd edition of Cannes Film Festival. And it aroused a lot of noise about his work even here in Sri Lanka. Everyone wanted to watch 's movies and also lot of them are trying to get his new film online as soon as possible. So Weerasethukal's winning Palme d'Or is going to create different vibes even in our country according to the ways people, specially filmmakers see his works. And I'm in very positive hope that there will be a lot of short films and may be even features alike Weerasethakul's in our country near future. What we only can do living in an island like this is copying what they (west) have recognized as Art..But not creating something unique which is more challenging. And I respect Joe very much for taking that risk and put out what he wants.

And from the very first day I first met Joe with a pirated copy on my computer, I wonder how the western minds are going to read him. Would they be able to find the subtle tracks within his work? Most of all, the ordinary subjects he chooses and his floating in the bliss of life. This context is really far away from a western mind to grasp.

But he won Palme d'Or.

So now I'm trying to figure out what made his film success. As I see, most of them are not attributed to the unique expression that Joe is promising. But it shows us a very sad truth about Art we believe.

In a country like ours we always tend to think that awarded films at a festival like Cannes, Berlin or Venice are really good films and they are the ones we should follow to get our recognition too. But in my point of view all these major festivals are not showing anything other than the authority vested in west to define what the true Art is, which for me is obviously stupid.

In all those festivals there are hidden currents which push up the films from various parts of the world as unique Art pieces. For example Asia is at their priority now. These under currents are not impartial at all; But highly political. If someone thinks that he has to send his film to these festivals and if it is good enough it will be recognized, I dare to say he or she is still a child in front of this world cinema business. There are people who are deciding which films should be awarded even prior to festival. If someone can go through some research he or she can easily find the tracks showing that how these films are getting selected. I just wanted to say their artistic or poetic issues are very little matters in this selecting procedure.

For example these days all artists, critics and heads in the west who define and re define what is art for tomorrow through these fests are all crazy about homosexuality. It's almost like the gleaming fashion in art ideology. From the legendary filmmaker Abbas Kirosthami to their new hit Weerasethukal this factor worked very positively. Even his touch of cinema is basically gay. This is the basic for any filmmaker to get catch these aristocrat's attraction.

''What do you mean? Do you mean am I married? I have a lover, he is a student (laughs), an artist, a photographer.'' Joe

And in western mind their feeling about spirituality is far more different than an Asian mind that has spent all its life in these bogus spiritual disciplines. Joe earns more marks with the fact claiming his films as spiritual. For westerners even a scene through an Asian forest is enough to give this ejaculation. I'm so sad to say these westerners have no understanding or need of knowing about real spiritual experiences. They are just seeking pleasure through them same as the land owners of the feudal system bought paintings of landscapes to be thrilled with the scenery of what they owned.

It's not a democratic dialogue. They just ask us to paint what they want.

''I just do scripting and meditating, Vipassana, which is concentrated on your breath'' Joe

At present we can see a clearly see a change of aesthetics they expect from the films (or cinema) at so called prestigious festivals. Now they don’t get the darkness as a meaning of life any more. They are moving out from the Jesus to reach Buddha. if they really do not know where they are heading to. Bliss through the suffering of life is now changing in to total happiness, blissfulness and relaxation. No sadness at all. This is the trend. It's the pleasure western mind needs now. They do not care if it is a matter of life or matter of socio-political change in the context which film is coming. They have their own hypothesizes. All based on the bohemian need to be numb. For example these western art critics even can't accept the factor that in Sri Lanka we live a same urban life like they do. They just believe in our agriculture, mud and myths. Same thing applies to Thailand. Joe's new film is basically covered with myths. So it is acceptable. Joe's film touch is so childish; so fragile; light as white. It soothes the western mind with Asian herbs. So they selected him as the aesthetic form of this year.

"All my films are gentle."
-Joe

Again, I am not saying anything about Joe's films. I'm just saying about how it got selected: Actual political factors behind the scene.

This is what I see in my eyes. This is how I see the real Asian, African or Ethiopian life is not expressing in that so called cinema. We have to make what they believe as we. They have their own perception on us. If we want to be an award winner we just have to accept and capture our life in a way that suits in to their definitions. Then only we can sell. That's the film business. No good than any other business.

If we can't accept and still want to do something very personal and true, we have to be terrorists; have to find another form of cinema; where there is no authority, but a dialogue to reveal the text behind the screen.

Have to do a hard struggle bring such kind of real cinema in to a reality.
We have to fight for our dream.
But isn’t it worth fighting for?

Song of the Sea

One day I saw the sea

with a girl at its shore

collecting dead shells

singing the song of life.

she had blue eyes like the sky

and tears like the rain

and she tastes like the sea.

so I called her,

my sea…

taste of chocolate coated strawberries

and blue berry cheese cakes with

bitter espressos..

she taught me

a world full of red apple wine and blood.

It was maktub

holding her hand

and kissing the saltiness

of her short hair try to fly with the wind..

I spent years and years

under the same yellow sun

popping up and drowning down

each day same way.. with same tears

and same laughers.. boring.

I was thirst

and ask my sea to kiss my lips

till they get wet..

sea never kisses..

but sea loves.

I am thirst..

and I am dying..

If sea kisses.. you wil die..

from the saltiness sea has.

It is maktub

sea is full.. but you cant drink..

you can die.. but you cant live..

that's the song of the sea.. she sang.

They did edit? The road from elephant pass and How i wonder what u r a very personal,professional aesthetic Xperience

It was a very sad day,

the day i watched first time

'How i wonder what u r'

no doubt it was boring.

it was a special gathering of few people

including two foreigners,

and not a public screening.

That day

i told them,

(to Udaya and Chinta co -directors of the film)

nothings gonna happen to me after i watched yo film.

i thought it's wasting my time on fake orgasmic out put.

Everyone of us not so high

Everyone of us not so low

Everyone of us not here

Everyone of us has no hope

So,it was a sad day.

it was happend in November 2009

It was the 1^st story

The 2^nd is,

As a music director

for the film Road from E; pass

i sat with Chandran Ratnum to edit background score

and we made it without breaking musical grammer

and kept the mood

Agreed

No Greeks

Then we went to India

and did the final mix

of picture and sound.

i came back to sri lanka

with my sound engineer

but

Chandran stayed there

to finalize

the whole thing

and re-edit the sounds without me.

I t was another very sad day

i watched premier of the film

Road from E;pass

and no doubt it was boring.

i told him, ( to Chandran Ratnum director of the film)

nothings gonna happen to me

after i watched yo film

and I quoted

Frank Sinatra

’I leave umbrellas on the bushes my plants all die’

and i thought it's wasting my time

and it was a fake orgasmic out put.

According to my point of view,

Chandran’s re-editing of the sound and picture

with lack of knowledge of musical phrasing,

breaking musical grammer

and mute counter tracks of some of the bits.

no sharing

destroyed the mood of whole film.

Then i gave my relentless criticism against his re-edit.

Then he promised me

that we are going to india again to

correct the things before public screening.

But it was not done.

But the film came out for the public

it was happend in

last september 2009.

It was a very sad day.

After above two stories

The time was rolling under the different suns.

Again I was invited for public screening of the film

‘How I wonder what u r’.

At Alionce france on 27^th may 2010.

I watched ‘how I wonder what u r’ second time.

Ooou It was hard to believe

contombling into a good film

in a sense of

non-conventional way of young generation’s emotional catharsis.

Directors (udaya and chinta) re-edited the film with editor Duminda.

They changed

the rhythm of the film,

ambiance,

musics.

No perfect cadences

but they used interrupted and plagal cadences to make infinity.

Everyone of us is so high

Everyone of us is so low

Everyone of us is here

Everyone of us has hope

It did not come from the head.

from some other place.

i think that they are on good sharing way of moods

and criticisms to do

a change

better change isn’t it exchange?

through exchanging views.

It was a good change.

They did edit on their way

But

I felt it’ s on my way.

It ‘s a very beautiful day.

‘how I wonder what u r’’

Ajit kumarasiri

I am boring

Today I have to meet Boody. I have to go to his film set 'cos this will be the last day I can be there. I have to be there b'cos it's the film written by both of us with so many expectations and inspirations. He asked me again and again to be with him at this last moment so I have to go there.
But something stops me from waking up. Something tells me to stay on the bed as i stayed all the day with a tea and a good book. My friend's told me to meet Boody and if not he would hurt. I know he will get hurt and will think like I betrayed him. But my mood is not set. My feelings tell me to stay where I stay and I can't feel any reason to be right with the common feeling about a good friend, and a bad friend.
If I think it's a boring day to go out there can be no reason to move me out of this metress 'cos my inner self is not set to stand on my feet. And if the mood is not fixed I don't find any other thing to force my body to get up and run where. It's so violent. So I listened to my self. Forgetting all the right things out spoken. And decided to be the bad guy, remaining good as ever to my silence inside.
'Boring'. It's my life.
When it is boring it's not something anymore to compare with good and bad.
It's just Boring.
So I think, If my Boringness cannot be expressed in a friendship, that friendship is a constitution that already written. fascist and violent. And is not needed any more.
Friendship is something which understands the being of each other, Not ethics.
So I believe my friends will able to see my 'boringness' of being good and the greed to stay without waking up...in my boring dreams.

Accidental Babies

"Accidental Babies"

Well I held you like a lover Happy hands
and your elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face

Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows
what we have done

Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place

And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace

Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum

Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you come Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough? Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss? Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on? Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free?

What about me?
What about me?

Damien Rice

The silent walk

The simplest way of living
No hope, no judgment
Just the being..
Not happy with living
Neither with dying
Just floating moment to moment
In a non ending present.
A being just passing a time on earth
A mind that’s not thinking.
Not in a history
Not in to any breed
Living in society
but not with society.
Just the silent living
With the drops of timing.


A human who’s always a child in his heart
And who sees everything new in every time he sees
That man is the flute who let
The song of Buddha to play in his being.

Waiting for no Bus

There are times that we feel our life have come to its end.
At the bus stands where no buses any more; to go nowhere.
Yellow dim lights..just the silhouettes of dogs, drunkards and prostitutes.
no calls or messages to our phone. life is disconnected.
no more hope. no more sun rises. eyes can only see the past.
where the all meanings we thought as real are getting in to kind of empty jokes.
when any one could be a substitute for your space and no one would care.
when you feel all the life you came through is just an imagination in your head.
At where you feel, who am I?
at that time life is at its end.
I don't feel like getting a new beginning. Every beginning should finally come to this hopeless nights at empty bus stands.
If you are strong enough to cheat your self until the body tells you the time to go..you better wait for the next bus.
But I prefer, waiting for no bus..
just waiting at this empty bus station.