Miss Kolka

On france24.com you can watch the channel in english and in french but you can also read blogs by our presenters inside the newsroom . They vary as they are many. Some have an interesting outlook on the news agenda - others just repeat what they have read in the wires.

This was written on Tuesday, March 6, 2007 by one of our key english presenters Francois Picard:

We know you are - no need to show your comb.

This was written the 19th of february 2007:  

"Meanwhile Rice, Olmert and Abbas meet for talks in Jerusalem where everyone will agree on a two-state solution between Israel and Palestine, except that Hamas will not regognise Israel, the international community will not recognise the Hamas-led government and the fighting will go on "

 
Today we are the 20th of March
And what is going on now in Gaza?
That is exactly why newsreporting of the sort is so frustrating!

I have days where I doubt about myself. I KNOW I'm not the only one - I think we all do. Its just a matter of hiding it well enough. Hiding it from those you don't know. Because making friends, good friends is probably another way of saying "I met someone who knows I'm not perfect and accepts my defaults - and I his".

But my doubts are not so much about weird habits that could annoy some - such as dipping bread with butter into my hot chocolate (which is sooo common) or snapping at doormen in clubs- but rather about my intellectual abilities. Which is totally stupid actually. Most people pretend they are more intelligent than they actually are, with few but remarkable exceptions such as Pamela Anderson (a personal hero of mine) and Björk (one of the greatest contemporary artists of the universe and I am not just saying that because I am Icelandic, well ok, maybe I am). They get away with appearing a bit simple - when Pamela has always known how to correctly manage her image and use it for business purposes and Björk maintains her individuality no matter what - always as surprising and original as ever.

I have noticed that in conversations here in France people try to get in as many quotations from famous writers or philosophers as possible - and they all know at least a dozen painters, without forgetting the national name-dropping of course. Something I have already mentioned in previous blogs. In Iceland, people mention as many musical references as possible.. the more obscure and underground the better.. no musical expert with self-respect quotes Mariah Carey or Michael Bolton. That is why we often play games with band names and songs - until the sun comes up. In England you are a complete twat if you dont drink beer and know the name of every player in the national football team (maybe a bit sterotypical). But every culture seems to have something that is considered common knowledge - something that makes people part of the society by knowing these things. I guess in France cultural knowledge in very important - from elementary school and onwards, on the expense of learning other languages perhaps and especially on the expense of independent thinking.

So yes, I might not know the name of some writers or painters but I know other things. I know Norway is not in the European union (only in the european economic area) which came in handy at work yesterday, I know stangetz as well as Chromeo, and I know what I want. (this is not an extensive list of my knowledge...there are a few other things...)

- sometimes I just have to remember that knowledge isn't just science and arts. And that it differs depending on the education you recieved. There is so much more. You can not define it and the only way to learn is to be open to others. Knowing people is the best knowledge.

next blog: analysing the men of France24

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I haven't forgotten you.. my little blog

It's just that it takes its toll to live with another party animal.. 

My life these days can be summed up in 10 sentences:

1. Work is better - with new shifts only working days and evenings. 

2. I have such a great assistant - that makes my life so much easier 

3. My house is a mess..I can't be bothered to clean.

4. I have to stop watching Grey's anatomy - its hard emotionally and I loose the connection to reality - actually seeing the main characters as my friends..that can not be healthy.

5. I discovered a beautiful european city recently - a place I will revisit.

6. I seem to be missing one thing or two.

7. I go out dancing alot - which I love - but could it be possible to do that without all the drinking?

8. Some questions seem to re-surface again and again 

9. Some fun things are coming up - Finna coming to Paris - London trip - Justin in May - summer vacation

10. Its springtime in Paris and I love it.

Blood Diamond

Edward Zwick's Blood Diamond.

Blood Diamond presents itself as an action thriller but the genre trappings can't hide the fact that Zwick wants to teach audiences another history lesson and lecture them on political correctness. Jennifer Connelly's reporter exists only to spout statistics and educate us on the subject. She's like one of those characters you bump into in a video game that spews information so you can advance to the next level. When Archer first meets Bowen, their conversation is a rapid summary of recent African history with snide comments about American guilt and the fact that the politically correct way to refer to Rhodesia now is to call it Zimbabwe. Similarly, Vandy is meant to be symbolic of the African people. But none of these people feel like fully fleshed out characters.

Edward Zwick directs Leonardo DiCaprio and Djimon Hounsou.

Zwick is not content to just tell a good action story or to focus tightly on one aspect of a complex problem—he wants to explore everything. He shows how the guerrillas coerce children into fighting, how diamonds fund the violence, how the west ignores the problems in Africa, the formation of massive refugee camps, and so on. Yet even though the film covers a lot of ground, it never gets to the complexity of the problems. It's broad in scope but not deep.

A film that did manage to blend politics and good storytelling together was last year's The Constant Gardener, a thriller that enlightened us about Africa while also delivering a compelling and tense narrative. That film found a clever way to weave the character's journey neatly and tightly into the themes of social injustice in Africa so that the audience got an education without being hit over the head with a message. The Constant Gardener riveted viewers with the characters and their emotional journey first and then worked on enlightening us with its themes.

Blood Diamond

Zwick, however, is not as graceful in weaving his tale. Plus, he hurts the film by not giving equal weight to the two male characters. Zwick appears to make the odd assertion that the white characters have more emotional investment in and ownership of Africa than the blacks. Archer is told by another white mercenary that the dirt in Africa is red because it is soaked with their blood, and that they can never leave the country because Africa runs through their veins. Archer then gets to bleed into the African soil and essentially proclaim it as his country. But it's also Vandy's country. Yet the film makes less of an effort to point out the amount of black African blood split on the same soil. Another scene that plays falsely is when Vandy wonders aloud if his country might not have been better off when it were ruled by whites. Maybe, he suggest, the blacks just have something bad within them. Such a comment seems ill placed. After all it was white colonials who created some of the divisions that still haunt the continent today. And while Zwick promotes political correctness, he never really allows Vandy's character the same chance as Archer's to speak out. When Vandy does have a moment when is supposed to speak about the pain and suffering of his country, that's the moment when Zwick brings up the music and pulls away so that the voice he claims is the most important one for us to hear, the one we are urged not to ignore, is in essence silenced.

This year, DiCaprio makes an earnest bid to change from pretty boy to tough guy with his dual roles as the hard edged undercover cop in The Departed and the mercenary with shifting morals here in Blood Diamond. He's a talented actor and the harder edge is a nice change of pace. Hounsou's Vandy is made subordinate to DiCaprio's Archer and that's too bad. Hounsou is a forceful actor and he should have been given more to work with. Connolly serves merely as a pretty plot device.

A recent film that did convey a better sense of the African experience is Catch a Fire. But that film came and went in a week. It was a more provocative film in that it explored how the injustices suffered by one black man politicized him enough to make him take action and join a resistance movement that used violence. He's labeled a terrorist by the white government. That film at least tried to convey an African point of view even though it was also made by a white filmmaker. Films from Africa, made by African filmmakers are few and of those few only a rare one ever makes it to American theater screens. All the films we've seen recently of Africa—Blood Diamond, Catch a Fire, The Constant Gardener, Biko, The Last King of Scotland, Tears of the Sun—are all very western in terms of their narrative structure. Films from Africa by such directors as Sembene Ousmane or Djibril Diop Mambety have a very different storytelling quality to them that stems from an oral storytelling tradition. It would be nice to see more films from a genuinely African perspective make it to American theaters.

Blood Diamond (rated R for strong violence and language) ends with the request that people demand that the trade in blood diamonds stop. But this call to action is simplistic and naive. It's not like The Inconvenient Truth asking us to buy smaller cars, drive less and use public transportation—all things we can easily and actually accomplish. Diamonds don't come with their origins engraved on the back. So for the film to lay out its case and simply say it's in your power to stop the trade in blood diamonds is a smug way for Zwick to feel like he's accomplished something when he hasn't. He's really just nicked the surface of a much bigger and more complex issue. In the end, Zwick's film just feels like another attempt at alleviating white guilt.

Thank you Beth Accomando.

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