So little time, so much to see – two things to report on today. I saw the film “45 Years” with friend Ken a few days ago. It’s beautiful, haunting, difficult – everything a good film should be. Suzette told me friends of hers went to see it as a treat for their wedding anniversary and regretted that particular choice. Because after it was over, I turned to Ken and said, “Thank God I’m single!”
Which I feel every day, for various reasons. But this – about the joys and pains and the comforting routine of longterm marriage, and what can so easily go wrong – is true and honest and heartbreaking. Charlotte Rampling is stunning, and so is Tom Courtenay; I remember them both vividly from “Georgie Girl” and “The loneliness of the long distance runner.” They’re just as beautiful now, in a very different way.
Suzette and I went today to see a very odd piece of theatre called “Kiss and Cry,” something I would never have attended if she hadn’t insisted. And what a treat it was – a kind of ballet, done with film and special effects that you watch being produced on stage in front of you, with hands. Yes, it stars hands – until the last few seconds, we don’t see people, we only see hands, dancing, having sex, figure skating, being disappointed, falling in love. Breathtaking – simple yet extremely complex and accomplished, with a gorgeous score veering between Bach and modern music, and a cast of ten people and 20 hands making the magic happen.
Such a bounty in this city – a wealth of stuff to see and do. And eat and buy and watch and enjoy. This morning, a simpler pleasure – I went across town to have brunch with the little family; Daddy made waffles, the boys had a chat and Ben, who missed the waffles, tried instead to eat his foot.
Several friends sent supportive messages about my post last week re: sexual assault, where I discussed my own complex feelings about being more or less raped. This week of Jian’s trial has been confusing. Was the Crown completely unaware that his accusers had continued to importune him, even after, sometimes long after, their alleged assaults? It boggles the mind. Various very angry women on FB have been ranting that Jian’s lawyer has brought these things up to defame the accusers – but that’s her job, for God’s sake, the man faces years in prison, her job is to poke holes in the case against him, and his accusers have made that very easy.
And in the meantime, while this event plays out – really, Toronto Star, giant front page headlines? – hideous abuse of women continues around the world – story in the papers yesterday that the incidence of genital mutilation is many times higher than previously known. I guess this trial is good in throwing more light on what goes on in dark corners, but otherwise, it’s excruciating.