Thursday, May 18, 2006

Dance for Four Women


Wrapped
In conception
In primordial
Expectations

Before I am born

The path is traced
Through my foremothers
They map out the way

“Woman -
You will be
One of us

“Wife
Mother
Whore”


In the womb I struggle
Against the voices

In my sweet pool I dance
With dreams

I grow with promises
I grow with dreams

My being unfolding
Like newly formed wings

Harshly ejected
I hit the strictures

I hit the boundaries
Running
To keep up with
The needs
Of being

A good girl

A sweet girl
One who does as she’s told

Who helps others

Who puts herself last


But the promises
That fluttered in the womb
Were real

I feel them
I feel the tentative wings
In the moments
Between dreams

I cannot forget them

Woman
Becoming

Woman

Becoming

But the foremothers say

“No! Women are caregivers
To others -
Not to selves!

“Women are the backdrop
For the lives of others -

“For the children

“For men

“For the greater good…”

But the dreams of the womb
Cannot leave me

The promise of dancing
To my own rhythm

Will not die

Not for me
To be only the
Docile one…
The applauded
Soother of brows

Not for me
To be only
The nurturer of others’ lives


Sometimes I find others
Who believe
As I do

We meet
We share
And then we have to part

So I can find
My own way again

I have to be the heroine
In my own stories

I want to become
The star I follow


I want to make memories

Snap shots

Photographs

Pictures

Of my own life

Sometimes as nurturer

Sometimes as friend

But always being
What the womb promised

Finding

My own steps

My own voice

My own dance
Taking flight

TEXT FOR DANCE FOR FOUR WOMEN PERFORMED AS PART OF STEPPING OUT BY PAUL DATLEN 16th - 20th MAY 2006.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Have You Heard the One About...?

Have you heard the joke about the blonde actress who went to Hollywood? She was so desperate to get a role in a movie that she slept with a scriptwriter. That’s the joke. In the film world the scriptwriter is usually the most powerless of all in the hierarchy of things. However, in my almost ten years of writing scripts for film and realizing the powerlessness of my role, I have had one glimmer of light. It has been the film called White Lion. This has been – as the African elders viewed the white lions themselves - a veritable gift from the gods. White Lion is currently being filmed in Gauteng by Nationwide Distributors and Chop Productions. From the time the producers chose me to write the script for them, this project has been remarkable for the respectful way I was treated by all concerned. Just one example of this was that my daughter and I were invited onto the set of the film for a night shoot a few weeks ago. Scriptwriters are not usually invited onto the set of a film.

I spoke to the producer, Kevin Richardson, after the night’s rain interrupted shoot to find out where and when the idea for this ambitious project was born. “The project originated back in the early eighties when Rodney Fuhr, a wildlife enthusiast and owner of the Lion Park, sponsored wildlife research in the bush,” Richardson replied. “Rodney always wanted to make a film which would follow the development of a lion cub from birth to maturity. He was trying to film this process in the wild but he soon realized as he went along that it was easier said than done. So for many reasons the making of the film was put on hold until recently when Rodney and I were in a better position - financially and with the right animals available - to make this film become a reality.”

With Fuhr’s backing, Nationwide set out to gather a team of professionals around them to make Fuhr’s dream become a reality. They brought Chop Productions, which comprises Sam Kelly and Ben Horowitz, on board to co-ordinate the production. Soon things began to move. Once a script was written that could develop what until then had been a straight documentary idea into something more of a narrative with a definite dramatic character arc for a lion in the wild, the project was greenlighted or given the go-ahead. Although there are only three human roles in this film and their contribution is minimal, the budget for the film started off at R6 million. The production wasn’t going to stint on the quality, and allowance has been made for a certain amount of blue screen filming as well as for a few animatronics animals too. For example, where it is too dangerous to have a lion and a hyena in the same shot, blue screen will be used to film them separately. And to get up close and personal with a savage hyena, the only way to do this was with the help of Richard Tickey and one teenage lion is being made by The Creature Shop. All other action will be filmed with real animals and live animals wherever possible.

Richardson discussed his role as the producer on the project. “It has been manifold,” he says. “As I had the most experience with the animals and a fair knowledge of the feature film industry (Richardson was the lion wrangler on the French film, Le Lion, amongst others) I was best able to shape the ideas which Rodney had in his head. Rodney and I had spent many years discussing what he wanted in this film. I suppose in a manner of speaking I've taken on the responsibility of realizing his dream as close as is humanly possible.”

Richardson has a rare gift with animals of all kinds. In one of our earlier script brainstorming sessions with the first phase director, Russell Underhill, and Chop Production’s Ben Horowitz at a coffee shop in Parkhurst, Richardson arrived with a small cardboard box which he placed on the table. He hoped that we wouldn’t mind if he fed his “baby” before we started talking. He’d rescued the tiniest bird from certain death, and was feeding it special bird food from a syringe. The bird didn’t mind sitting in on the meeting. For his remarkable way with animals, Richardson has been responsible for ensuring that the wranglers – Helga van der Merwe and Rodney Nombekana - and the animals are happy and able to do their work on the film. Richardson was also responsible for sourcing the best crew possible while overseeing that production costs would not exceed the budget. Even with a starting budget of R6 million, this was quite a task.

One of his biggest challenges was creating the story that Fuhr wanted, Richardson says, and ensuring that it had cinematic appeal. That, and the weather were the most difficult challenges. Director of Photography, Mike Swann, sat alongside me on set while we watched helplessly as it rained for a solid two hours. He said that the weather this past summer has been very unseasonable. “We’ve had the usual Highveld thunderstorms which go as quickly as they come,” Swann said. “But this drizzling rain which sets in for hours makes life impossible. We have lost thousands of rands on the production budget due to the rain. It’s very frustrating but we just wait and hope that it will stop and that we will be able to film at least something tonight.”

We were lucky. In spite of a two hour rain delay, we were able to see some pivotal scenes being shot with the two heroes of the piece. The look on my daughter’s face when the two teenage lions ran down the road to “raid” the chicken coop is something I will never forget.

“It costs us R100 000.00 per day if we can’t film on a day when all the crew are called in for shooting,” affirms Line Producer, Sam Kelly. Kelly has had to step in and take over the production completely since her partner in Chop Productions, Horowitz, had a bad bike accident 6 weeks ago. It was a daunting task but a great learning curve for her. “Ben and I have always worked as a complimentary team. He is great at certain things and I am great at others. This was the first time that I had to take over the production side completely on my own. It was difficult but it taught me how much I can cope with. And production has continued without too much of a hitch. Apart from the weather,” she laughs ruefully.

“It has been extremely difficult to co-ordinate all the variables on this movie,” adds Richardson. “We were dealing with changeable weather, temperamental animals and people. But the most difficult of all to deal with were the people!”

With the second phase of shooting just completed, the film is being cut into a five minute promo to take to Cannes by a top editor from the States. The producers hope to garner interest from production companies overseas so that distribution, the bugbear of the industry, can be broadened to include Europe and the States and hopefully White Lion will be enjoyed by as many countries around the world as possible.

First Published in the Weekend Witness, April 15th 2006.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Women Should Not Live Past Thirty

It is the night of the Golden Globes Awards, 2006. The winner for the Best Actress in a Television Drama is announced. The award goes to Geena Davis for playing the President of the U.S. of A. in Commander in Chief. Davis stands up from her table. Glowing with understated pleasure, she hugs her entourage. She sashays majestically towards the stage wearing something red and gorgeous. Accepting the award with quiet grace, she then turns to her audience. With measured dignity she delivers her words: “As I stepped onto the red carpet tonight, a little girl tugged at my dress. She looked up at me and said ‘Because of you, I want to be president someday.’” As one, the audience emits a soulful “Awww!” Geena waits for a heartbeat. Then, without changing her tone, she says: “Well, that didn’t actually happen.” The audience’s emotions do an about-turn, somewhat stunned. Petulantly she adds: “But it could have!” Within three seconds she has wrapped the audience around her red-tipped fingers, making them, by turns, sympathetic, confused and wild with laughter. What a good way to celebrate your fiftieth birthday Geena, I thought!

Luckily Geena Davis hasn’t read about the decline of the female species after a certain age. Fortunately for her she doesn’t read the men’s magazines popular in our country. She might believe that women after the age of thirty-five are useless and should not be taken seriously. But perhaps I am maligning the editors of these prepubescent publications. Perhaps they have studied earnestly history of literature. Perhaps they have decided to take a leaf from the British critic, J.W. Croker. After all, he - in 1815 - denounced the work of a previously beloved author of the realm as the work of a ‘shriveled hag.’ The reason? “Novel and novelist alike have grown too old to delight discriminating male readers,” Croker squawked. “The vivacity, the bloom, the elegance, ‘the purple light of love’ are vanished,” he whined. Women should not write after they turn thirty, Coker implied. He must have been delighted to have Lord Merton on his side who believed that, not only should women not write after thirty; women should not live after thirty. These two crusties said – as they approached their eightieth years, “If a woman had anything of significance to say which was not ‘modest, delicate, wispy and delightful,’ they were past their best as writers and as women.”*

What a relief Geena didn’t study history of literature. Just think, she might have put herself out to pasture straight after her seminal role as Thelma in the 1991 classic Thelma and Louise. But how brave of her to fight on, even though her waist isn’t as slim now as that of her 1991 incarnation. I don’t know how she manages it. It’s unbelievable. She is witty and charming and – Gosh Darn It – pretty damn sexy in her ancient state. I wonder what this means. Is it possible that women past thirty might be able to knock an audience dead with the power of their being? Is it possible that women after the age of thirty don’t have to be euthanased. I’m not too sure. Perhaps we should consult Oprah. After all, she is only… Oh no! Not another one that has slipped through the cracks! Oh dear. I wonder if the men’s magazines have advice pages for questions like these. Or perhaps they, like internet dating sites, don’t take mail from women over thirty. Damn! Looks like I’m on my own with this one. Just me. And Geena.

* Celia Johnson, Jane Austen.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Christmas In Africa


1.

The church is breathless and full.
Sweat drizzles down between my legs
as bodies press in on all sides.
We ooze and drip quietly
in time to the music
trying to concentrate on the words of the songs
giving up eventually as the African resonance
makes a mockery of Westerners’ pipings.
Damp armpits blossom
staining bright clothes.
The priest intones his message limply…

We pray

For a breath of fresh air.




2.

In the white heat of the
sweltering
Post Office
queue,
Christmas trees
with tinsel
look out of place
and wrong -
their brightness
upstaged by the
African sun.


3.

Smells of turkey
stifle
in Suffocating
heat.
Soggy paper
plates,
oozing with salad
juice,
collapse and
implode.
Beetrooot
bleeds
into
everything.

People who shouldn’t -
wear shorts.
Cellulite dimples
out of tightly-
drawn cotton
which damply
darkens
as the heat
grows.

Christmas trees
droop
with the exhaustion
of holding up
glittering balls.
“Not in this heat,”
they groan
and their limbs drop
even lower.

The decorations
look falsely
bright -
artificial,
against the backdrop of
Hydrangeas and Hibiscus.
Bougainvillaea outshine
the baubles
with wedding gown white
and passionate purple.
Like primadonnas
they take all the glory,
shaking their proud
Spanish Dancers’ skirts
in disgust,
mocking
the shop-bought
gaudiness.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

The Perfect Pause - In Honour of Harold Pinter winning the Nobel prize.

(After a course in which living in the moment is the aim and a pause is the means to achieve it)

Pick a piece of perfect Pinter
By peeping into a pause:
Every perfect, pregnant moment
Plops plumply into place -
Propping up the silence
With pendulous space
And meaning and measure
Beyond all acts and deeds.
Dipping into the silence
Inspires, unveils, reveals
Depth, perception, promise,
Understanding of the NOW -
The ultimate in living
In the moment is, like, WOW!

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Two websites of interest

Website for viewing extracts from play and interview with author:

http://fest.ru.ac.za/mmslides.cfm?mmid=80&slideNum=1

Original interview on this site: http://www.litnet.co.za/teater/mcgrane_van_eeden.asp

Comment on Litnet interview by Brent Quinn - film maker

Hi I commend Michelle McGrane on her Janet van Eeden interview. It is anon-intrusive lens into Janet's process and a fascinating glimpse into hergift with story. The interview allows the writer¹s vision andself-reflection to bubble forth. Affording Janet the space and comfort toexpress her method and what inspires her was simply a pleasure to read. Yes,a far cry from the grandstanding that many movie critics indulge in whenfiring inane questions while sloughing toward the limelight. I recently attended a movie indaba with mostly top movie critics on a paneltasked with comparing Zulu Love Letter and Mr. Drum. Predictably neitherfilm got much of a mention. Wisely no directors or funders pitched. Thewhole session became a display of which critic wore their ubuntu mostsublimely on their sleeve. A case of watching apologist ham in full flutter.The audience of course could all make much better films, correct 350 yearsof history and knew exactly how to make SA film travel. But that¹sJo¹burgSand hey, in case you wondering, I¹m not defending either film. But,here's the rub, who on the panel or in the audience, many of whom do getfunding, have written 9 screenplays or taken over a year out to research asingle story? Janet's work needs to be seen on local screens.

Brent QuinnFilmmaker/typist

Original interview on this site: http://www.litnet.co.za/teater/mcgrane_van_eeden.asp