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Oct 17, 2013

Very Extremely Memphis – Rock’n’Roll Roots

Having another of our Sunday-like Mondays, me and the Bloke rocked along to the Grand Social that night for Very Extremely Memphis. Free gig, we parked ourselves upstairs in the Loft and ordered a pair of Guinness. The set up was a Q&A with film director Paul Duane and MC Pat McCabe about Duane’s latest release, Very Extremely Dangerous. A documentary on the life of the mad, bad Jerry McGill.

Opening tomorrow at the IFI, Duane’s film charts McGill’s musical beginnings in 1960s Memphis, through his odyssey of crime and jail to his present day ex-con lifestyle. No less wild than his younger days, he brings Duane on the road to recording a follow up to his 1959 single, Lovestruck. Off the rails, McGill isn’t a regular dude. Gruesome too, it deals with his terminal cancer. McGill passed away since.

It’s clear that music and it’s history are Duane’s passion. He spoke animatedly through a number of clips from hazy Memphis days. Really cool, rare stuff. Pure rock’n’roll. Alex Chilton and Jim Dickinson were two memorable features, anti-establishment figures with real rebel blood in their veins. It really gave Himself a thrill. A little slice of New Orleans in Dublin! Duane and McCabe were equally enthralled.

Time for a bit of music. First up were The Problem Blob (ex-Female Hercules), with singer and guitarist Conzo giving it socks. I loved the punky ‘tude of these guys. Using their instruments as weapons of intent. The Slick Hicks were a different kettle of fish. A polished rockabilly outfit, these cats sailed through a blinding set. We shuffled happily to the double bass rhythm. Then home to bed. Rock’n’roll.

Very Extremely Dangerous – Irish Film Institute, 6 Eustace Street, Temple Bar, Dublin / www.ifi.ie

Jul 6, 2012

Your Sister’s Sister – Love, Friendship & Family

One of the joys of this city is walking through town at night, under a mild inky blue sky. I think I fall a little bit in love with Dublin every day – that’s how the relationship works. Tonight when I came out of the pictures, there was people everywhere. In Temple Bar, up George’s Street, down Dame Street. Stepping into the slipstream of Irish life in all it’s day dreamy glory is the best reason to get up in the morning.

So what has me talking all rose-mantic then? Well, I went to see one of those art house movies – at the IFI, natch. “Your Sister’s Sister”, written and directed by Lynne Shelton, is the story of a guy and his friend and her sister. Having lost his brother, and as a result himself, Jack (Mark Duplass) steals away to an island for some alone time. Only to encounter the two sisters, who turn his life upside down.

Beautifully filmed, the pace of the story matches that of island life with the personal struggles of the three characters intertwining to create something bigger than them. The mystery of life, if you like. The beating heart of the movie is the bond between Iris (Emily Blunt) and Hannah (Rosemarie DeWitt). I’ve sometimes wondered what it’s like to have a sister and here was the feeling I imagined, all lit up.

Shelton deals in emotions, working with touches and looks and silences as much as words. Watching the sisters go through the rough and the smooth together, reminds us of enduring sibling love  – exactly what Jack misses so desperately. But the beauty of “Your Sister’s Sister” is its ability, as a modern fable, to portray friendship, family and love as aspects of varying importance, fully rounding its players.

The performances by the trio are just brilliant – Duplass is bumbling yet lovable, DeWitt is feisty but soft. But it’s Emily Blunt who steals the show with her hopeful and fragile edge. Indeed her career is going from strength to strength, and looking past the Hollywood teeth, it’s character roles like this that will mark her out from the crowd. I’d love to see her do as many independent films as blockbusters.

Despite the tears and the sulks and the mess everyone ends up happy. But a surprise ending leaves us in the dark, just wishing them all the best in life. And that, mes amis, is the moral of the tale – we never know what’s ’round the corner. Listen to your heart and nothing else. That’s why, strolling home through the town I love so well, I felt like everything made total sense. I should watch movies more often…

Irish Film Institute, 6 Eustace Street, Temple Bar, Dublin 2