American Hustle

Hello and welcome to my blog!

This is all new to me and I am feeling my way through the veritable mire of technology. I want to explore and share some art and some poetry, some critiques and some thoughts – on movies, life and art.

I went to see American Hustle on Friday night. It was a hot day and a tram had broken down in Bridge Road.  I was trying to get home from work and felt like a suit in a drycleaning press. Getting to Giblin Eunson before they closed proved far more difficult than I anticipated.

In the end I arrived after the library had shut and had to drop the DVDs into the gilded afterhours chute which I found after wandering in and out of the building for 15 minutes. Wow! They still charged me for Friday, Saturday and Sunday. All is not lost, however, as after chatting with a disembodied librarian I was guided into a consultative process whereby I begged them to believe me and they took pity on me. Sometimes these things work.

So, I got dropped off in Lygon street and made my way to the Nova, where my companion was waiting. We bought tickets and stumbled into the cinema shuffling to the front of a tiny auditorium with a huge screen. My neck will never be the same again.

What was worth straining to see? David O. Russell’s magnificent, crazy, finely wrought, funny, sad and multi-layered “caper” epic. A paen to the power of emotion. Forget about the plot and the intricacies of who scammed who. It was all about who loves who, who is willing to go with their feelings and who is stuck in a cycle of self-deception and self-hate, who can re-invent themselves and who can withstand the pain of rejection. With added disco, cleavage and hair.

All weekend I have been listening, reading and watching to try and make sense of this thing called American Hustle.

After gaining some insight into the workings of Russell’s mind and his ideas about the characters I have been inspired to work on a poem about Roslyn, Sydney and Irving (with a little bit of Richie too). Still editing and I will probably need to watch the film again – this time from a safe distance.


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