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Vice films brings Baghdad metal to Toronto - Review1 comments
In 2003, Eddie Moretti, the head of VICE Films, and Suroosh Alvi, VICE co-founder, tracked down and documented the lives of the only heavy metal band in Iraq, Acrassicauda (pronounced a-cross-i-cow-dah, meaning "deadly black scorpion").
Happening almost by accident, the story of Heavy Metal in Baghdad was originally printed in an issue of VICE as a short article. After years of venturing back to Baghdad and having many personal conversations with the four band members: Marwan, Tony, Faisal, and Firas; their story was made into an intimate portrayal of the band's desire to simply stay alive and headbang to their music in peace. Moretti and Alvi's main goal was to capture the day-to-day lives of innocent Iraqis who were forced to leave their home and become part of the largest refugee crisis in history. Moretti filmed Alvi sitting with members of the band in open, public settings like their hotel lobby in order to gain their trust - initially, the band was apprehensive of the filmmakers intentions. As the film progresses, we see the band and the two filmmakers form a close relationship. Near the end, there is an emotional moment inside the band's new home in Syria, as they watch footage of themselves from their experiences of the previous years. Scenes of everyday Baghdad were also caught on tape. From their hotel room's balcony, Moretti filmed bombs blasting in the distance. Both he and Alvi voiced their anxiety countless times, knowing they could be shot down and killed at any moment, despite being armed and wearing bullet-proof vests. Walking outside was near impossible; their drivers often cautioning them to get off the streets and back to their hotel. Stopped by undercover police officials, Moretti's camera was put under scrutiny. Fortunately, he managed to keep the footage that became Heavy Metal in Baghdad. The unique aspect of the documentary, which also included some clips of the band's live shows, is that while it is directly about a band, the power of music, and how it can connect people, it is also indirectly an in-depth, street-level look at the disastrous aftermath of the Iraq War. Ironically, while music is meant to connect, the members have endured nothing but hardship, having to leave their families in Baghdad and starting over in Syria where they work illegally for ridiculously low pay. Screened during the Toronto Film Festival, there was a Q&A session after the film, where Moretti informed the audience of their failed efforts to bring the band into the country - the band was flat-out rejected by the Canadian Embassy. He also offered an adapted message from the band's Blog, originally written in slightly-improper English - they learned the language by watching American films and listening to American music, and as a result, use the f-word in every other sentence and refer to most people as "dude." "So the last thing that hits our mind is to seek your help to get us out of here where we going to be able to live the dream of our life and being out there on stage with you wherever you are. Let the metal unite us let the metal rule. Yours, AcrassicaudA," Moretti read to the audience. Moretti and Alvi ended the night with hopeful thoughts, encouraging everyone to vote for the film in the hopes of receiving enough press to give the band's story extra attention to get them out of Iraq. More information about the film and where you can donate money are available at www.heavymetalinbaghdad. com. Published by The Medium UP - Review1 comments
Pixar’s tenth animated film, UP, is filled with adventure, mortality, love and is coloured with humour throughout.
Carl Fredrickson, a 78-year-old widower does all he can to fulfill the dreams he feels his wife left behind. Although the film is in 3D, the real pops and shocks come from the astounding, rich love a man can have for a woman, and the lengths at which one will go to end up where they always dreamed. With a cute and suspenseful subplot about saving a bird, the themes of wilderness and care for animals is carried out beautifully with Russel, the little explorer who ends up pairing up with Carl for the adventure; this movie takes innocence to a whole new level. “The detail, and emotion in this movie is unreal,” said one guest at the advanced screening of the film. Check out the film in 3D at your local theatre, out May 29th. Published by Faze magazine Poetry0 commentsIan - Bottomless Bedroom - Germany - Celebrity Blog Addiction0 commentsA topic I feel passionate about, I don’t even know where to start. I’m caught between knowing what is right, but failing to comply with that knowledge. I work in an office - typical sitting at a computer all day gig - and when there are no more PO’s that need stapling to packing slips, and all the photocopying is done, and the logs are logged, and the phone is quiet, I check emails, my bank account info, and my Google Reader to see which of my friends have updated their blog. When I’ve read all the posts, watched all the videos and left my comments in their little boxes, I somehow, no matter how much I feel it’s wrong, end up on the celebrity blogs.
The two sites I visit are Egotastic, and Dlisted (I don’t even want to hyperlink them because I feel bad to promote them, you know how to find them on your own anyhow). If I think back hard, I believe the first time I visited Egotastic was when I searched for those first Britney up skirt photos (that bold and forceful beginning of the up-skirt revolution). There was just so much talk about it, I had to see. (Wrong, I know). Or, I was sent there when searching for my beloved Angelina. One of those two. I blogged a crude post about how disturbing it is that I can click on “up skirts” and be taken into the world of paparazzi-shot-hollywood-vagina. I was upset about the whole thing, upset that there were websites dedicated to this type of thing, but for some sick reason, I didn’t stop visiting them. In my defense, I like Egotastic because it always posts the latest magazine covers. If a celebrity like Angelina is on the cover of Allure, I’ll know, and I’ll know fast. I’ll get to see the photos, and blog them, and be happy to see new images of her. But, as far as things I like about it, there is nothing else. In my quest to find new mag covers, I come across “bikini” photos, to see who has cellulite, who might be pregnant, who has a tight ass, etc. Then there are “so and so drunk in public/in or out of rehab” bits, and the cherished “listen to what stupid name so and so named their kid” type of stuff. None of this matter in real life, obviously, but what keeps me going back for more? If I had to honestly answer that, I’d say 80% boredom, 10% curiosity, and 10% I DON'T KNOW WHAT. My rational self tells me that there are more important things in life than celebrity trash - and not to say that all things related to celebrities are trash, but the trash that is made out of their lives - but another part of me continues to visit. Am I that brainwashed? I made a promise to myself a few months ago that I would stop visiting the blogs. I decided that I can’t pass judgment on the people who create the blogs or the paparazzi if I am willingly contributing to their work. I broke that promise when I started this office job, and need to re-promise myself that I won’t go back. My one hit a day keeps these people in action and therefore I lose the right to complain about it, no? Published by Everything Magazine A Short Story About the Rain0 commentsOn a grey day sometime in August, a young girl, overcome by the bitter sadness of being stuck at work and away from her lover, wrote to him via email: "It’s raining here like mad, big chunks and drops of rain. Sometimes it hits the windows like it’s flying sideways. Sometimes the walls creak and I imagine them caving in and taking my life. Someone’s gonna die out there, someone’s gonna smash up their car and face and chest cavity. Then they’re gonna die and some others are gonna most likely die inside, too. It’s a real tragedy, all the crashes and smashes that are happening this minute, the dying and all. The rain takes lives and good moods too. It’s taken away the little joy in my heart right now and all I can think about is sadness. Does that happen to you? It happens to me when it rains or when I watch certain films or when I have to iron. Especially when I iron - there is something depressing and therapeutic about the whole thing, running a hot slab of metal over fabrics, destroying the wrinkles, flattening out its land and turning the things around, trying not to forget the sleeves and collars, making sure you flatten out your thoughts and that you put enough pressure on the voices to burn them away without actually putting a hole through the garment, or your heart. It’s a tricky task; it means the same thing the rain does. I hope you’re having a nice day." The End.
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