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ECLA issue 2007
Elliot by Mariel Miranda (Fiction)
Chivas on Ice by Pranab Singh (Fiction)
Filumena Theatre Company by Soledad Rodriguez (Performance)
Peeling by Pranab Singh (Poetry)
Perfume: The Story of A Murderer by Natalia Ryabchikova (Film review)
The end dawns near. A year at ECLA ends. The first year of Zyxt as a magazine comes to a closure. Like a phoenix, maybe it shall rise up in a new time. With a new look and new content it shall burn like a bird about to be roasted. And like chicken it shall taste good. A prophecy foretold. The wonders of the future are held in the words of the present.
world than knowing the right time to take the chicken out of the oven.” So, remember all you fish lovers, the day of reckoning is at hand and the four horsemen are due to arrive, except they lost their horses in Las Vegas trying to get into Circus Circus.
As anyone might have now realized, this piece is very confusing and dense or just saying things for the The year for Zyxt has been spectac- hell of saying it. In both counts and ular. Its seen birth and coming to age possibly more you must most assurwithin a short span of nine months edly be right. But the magazine Zyxt in the ECLA womb. There have been seeks not to preach and would rather some major ups and some dismal leave all the philosophical jargon to downs, but all in all, it was a year. whoever would like to use them. But Although only around 10 months, or with jaw dropping wonder it shall was it nine? Did nine feature once be- admire it all. fore or twice before? Finally, Zyxt would like to thank The Zyxt team also has had a great time. The key motto to the team remains “for liberty and fraternity and all the mumbo jumbo that we all hold dear.” And yes of course this motto was just made now. A motto that doesn’t change with the times isn’t that useful all the time.
all its contributors, ECLA and the wonderful world of the World Wide Web which have allowed for its creation. It would also like to give a special shout out to its team for being there for it in its times of need and seeing it through all its hardship and hard won success stories.
Editor: Pranab Man Singh Associate Editors: Mariel Miranda Natalia Ryabchikova Clara Sigheti Photographer: Maria Savulescu Web: Lika Tarkhan-Mouravi Daria Coscodan
Zyxt, after a year of living it up, would like to give a shout out to its buddy and pal, humanity. Without you, humanity, we all would not be here and nothing in the world would show us just how human we are. Without being human how could we ever have flights of fancy, totalitarian commandments, and the new religion of thought? Humanity, we love you and we hope that peace shall be in your heart. As a great person once said, “there is nothing more important in the 3
world a better place; their fierce inbred innocence spreading the infectious disease of imperial commonalThe wood of the desk penetrates ity. And I know that those creatures the tip of the finger. The warmth of of beauty, like this here Elliot, need salt slides under the arms. The steel the tastes, the silhouettes made statround frame of a face looks up. The ue, and oral services of the dead. Elliot needs more than a touch. A will lesson is still held. This wretched heat, polluted, with would be nice. Something to move menacing traces of doubt, fills the the groin. Elliot stands to his feet, still, with space of walls. The constant cries of the door reminding me of a grim plight. Some few petals glide about, passion, too, despairingly hopeful of suspended. The elevation draws sleep. Still, more objects enter, glee- breath, hits the stomach and moves the blood. He moans. The dry eyes ful, of a truth to be revealed. The classroom is cold. Elliot danc- shut for a moment.
There is a terrible humidity in the air. My discomfort grows now that I My desperate fingers join togeth- feel complete. Elliot is pushed away. er in a vain attempt to immerse this I stand. Back on my feet I seem farlittle foreigner, Elliot, in direct play. ther away from the door that will After all a boyâ€™s words taste good. never cry again. The class is over. I The top of petals, inside, cannot be look about the room. The objects are grasped. The figures and objects be- relentlessly afraid now. But no one cries. Not even Elliot. gin to take notice and despite this the classroom grows dim. Shredded Not even I. petals and burgundy syrup stick to The back hunches over. The face the desk and arm like tar. The body brace squeaks. The aroma of rose and struggles. I hum to the sound of El- salt already make this nostalgic. The liotâ€™s belt buckle. petals fall to the floor. I am guilty yet es. He knows what this is doing to me. We begin almost immediately.
The mouth opens slightly, my finger moves downward, rubbing gently the fuzz and bumps of a soft road to the heart. He is shyly immersed in this. The taste of playful reluctance is unsurpassable and I remember how bittersweet self control can be. I try to think of a family that will always be stupid of their incestuously contemptuous efforts to make this 4
again. A loud silence rips the walls open, the gleeful, confused with a shameful satisfaction. The hands cover a profile, the body must be detached from the face. But the lesson is still well taught: Elliot is guilty too.
Chivas on Ice
ass worth over the words I use as long as I got a flimsy piece of paper printed by this countries pitiable excuse for a government. Suppose he is Chivas on ice, please sophisticated enough to care for the 10:00pm. nature of the paper. At least he betSitting in a fancy euro-chic bar in ter be. Money. Governor of our souls, a makeshift rumble construction of a creditor to our progeny, tribute to city. The ruins of a civilization and a our socio-economic grandfathers, lifestyle long dead, now fueling the enslaver of our minds. Money. Nice construction of another…An other, thing to have. Horrible to be without. another other, but both an other. One Creator of civilized and progressive living through its death, the other on apes. Apes with brains, but animals the throes of death. What you build none the less. Apes born into debt is only as strong as what you build and apes that will forever default. with. When you build from within Having a good time sir? a debilitated civilization, you creThe fuck you care? ate a second rate society. But second rate is a misnomer, who is to sepaGood enough. rate it from the first? This shit hole Leave me be you worthless serf. may very well be the greatest thing Can’t have a drink these days without wrought from the blistered hands of having some sycophantic whore trysemiotic apes. ing to make you feel obligated to pay Chivas on ice, sir them for giving you a good time. Ha! On ice, I guess that’s what I asked People! Such a pathetic assimilation for. Chivas on ice. Makes it sound of needs. Humanity is nothing but a as if I’m paying for the goddamn refined way of saying prostitution. ice-cream with which you get a free You’ll get your pay, as long as you touch of chocolate syrup. Chivas leave me be, slut. Ya, leave me be… with ice. More accurate but so un- Go serve the fat man who looks like couth. The ‘on’ makes it regal. The he’s responsible for half the starving ‘with’ degrades it to a second rate children in the world. Eating more drink that needs the ice to be make than you need. Reminds me of that it drinkable. Prepositions. When was fat kid in Charlie and the chocolate the last time I thought about those. factory. Obesity. I hate fat people. Use them everyday in every sentence, Such a waste of space. Look at him. fuck, in every thought. How fucking Fat overflowing. A collection of lard bored am I sitting here pondering the that benefits no one. Drinking beer intricacies within the verbal morass too, least he a got a light beer. What? of asking for a drink distinguished Is he thinking he can lose weight over the choice of a preposition. The shifting to light beer from lagers? I peon over there doesn’t care a rats hope he dies of choking on some pop
corn or something watching Jerry Springer. He’d die watching his kind and realize how oblivious they are of him even when he needs two seats on an airplane.
tele, I’ve been completely possessed by that tin cube. Joining ranks with the masses indeed. You became closer to humanity today by enrolling in zombie nation. Wonder how many Would you like me to turn on the people around the world at this tele? Hear there’s a good game on to- moment are watching the tele completely oblivious of life, but acutely day. aware of the sham flickering in front Motherfucker, persistent whore. of them that they take as life. A farce But this game could be interesting. it is, living and dreaming a fickle life in a flickering screen. As if life were Ya? Whose playin? the observation of activity and not Better be a fucking good game and the involvement within the activity. better be referring to fucking foot- As miserably lonely and wretched I ball. Presumptuous prick thinks that am, least I am living my life and not I dare not sit alone with my drink. dreaming of another’s. Least I am Does it look like I need something to unsatisfied and discontent with my forget myself? Pathetic. To become inability to reach my dreams versus a zombie out of fear for what might the miserable sods that trod around pop up in a free roaming mind. unhappy because they can’t live the dreams they procure from the tube. Arsenal and Chelsea Not even aware that they too can Fucker. A good game. Suppose I dream. Pathetic.. Far as I am concan turn off for a while. cerned there is no difference between Click it on will ya? a roach and these mirthless apes that And yet again I succumb to the are the ants of our earthly anthill. will of the giant machination that is What good is their intelligence if they society and all its sugarcoated poi- still live like animals, relying on the thoughts of others never bothering to sonous temptations. think for themselves. They deserve Sure thing. I’m hoping the gun- to be deceived, enslaved, killed, and ners pull through tonight. Holler at butchered for that is all they live for. me if ya need anything. Thanks. For For that is the sole purpose they have nothing bitch. chosen to fulfill. 10:32pm 10:30 already? Time is inconsequential when you misplace the noose tightening around your neck. Shit, since the prick turned on the
Refill, please. Such swirling, such movement, the slimy flow of alcohol over water. Molecules grinding against one another creating friction, producing heat, energy flowing and making
the flow. Moving against each other, moving with each other. Two viscous liquids attempting to unite. Trying so hard to fuse together. Trying so hard to become one. To return to what they once were, one substance content within its integrity. Such a wonder. Nature is so beautiful in even its most inconsequential acts. And the condensation around it as if the ice were calling its brethrens for support, but they remain separated by an invisible barrier. Beholding their kind slowly melting away, desperately trying to break through but to no avail. Watching in silent horror as the alcohol slowly devours its families, its cities, its nations. Ice cubes melting into the alcohol. Water - a nation of ice mobilized for battle and sallying forth. Consumed within the alcohol nation till they are one. Till no one can tell whether the alcohol came first or whether it was the water. Its brethren watching on in horror as the water inside looses itself into something new that tastes like diluted whiskey. Much like these sods around me watching the tele as the life they once knew gets diluted into a pathetic superficial, pale, and zombified trudging on. Till the entire nation of apes comes together in one big soap opera. Still, we are one in our sluttiness, we are all whores, marketing, advertising, bargaining and finally selling ourselves off to each other. But every hooker has its pimp, who would want the job of being the pimp for the whores of humanity? Lousy ass match too, wish these buggers would actually play some
football instead of tapball. I don’t see the point of paying these shits the millions of dollars they earn for them to just pass around the ball. The only thing that makes this game fun is goals, and these teams seem to think its all about passin the ball around. What is this, training camp? Both teams should be attacking, the point is not winning assholes the point is entertaining the masses so they pay for your million dollar salary. These players get too much credit, they’re no different from pro wrestlers, politicians, clowns or hookers. They’re job is to entertain. You think you get most of your money from winning? Pathetic dream, sucker. You get it from entertaining. So you better fucking whore out. Look at Beckham, a sultruous whore. A media mogul when it comes to getting attention. A mediocre player but a slut who knows how to whore out. Why do you think he gets paid so much? Suppose winning comes into play when you want to grab attention, but look at the red sox, over a half a century of losses and it got them more attention than after they won. It ain’t just winning its about how good a prostitute your team is and whether you’re worth the bang for the buck.
Refill, please. Nice, starting to feel a bit better now. Coming right up 10:55pm Damn, looks like they’re losing. Back again? Suppose I could do 7
with another drink by now too. Ya. The gunners aren’t quite the team they once were. Get another round here?
Agreed…money…but…I doubt you can be a pro-footballer without having a passion for the game.
So it would seem, but think of it this way… you have a passion for the game as a kid when you can truly be Idle chatter. I feel more inclined passionate…play the game everyday, to talk now though. The whiskey al- become one of the best, join the pro ways helps open a stiff mouth. Must leagues, and start earning shit tons be why the Scottish have such a slur. of cash. But the older you get the Generations of talking while drunk more you get used to the game, the would help make you slur an accent. more you realize the ephemerality of Problem is, what becomes the slur your fame, I mean shucks how many then? people remember even the great Pele Yup. The Blues though… another anymore? Lets not even talk about story there… since that Russian guy whoever was goalkeeping for Brazil made them his pet. Been spending while he played. Then as you grow millions on getting the best players older you slowly realize you can’t like they were mercenaries. A shame play for ever. Now it ain’t just for the really, doesn’t even produce the qual- passion of the game, it’s for a passionate belief in a comfortable retired life. ity games that you’d expect. Don’t really hear of that many footWonder if this guy is more fortu- ballers earning millions after they renate for seeing the world as an ant. tire, now do you? He lives and breathes and the things Suppose not, but you gotta realthat upset him are the way his team performs and what Jack said to Jill in ize how big an industry this is! They can probably get a zillion different some t.v. show. jobs from the press to ground staff. Lot of money to be made in foot- Nay, can’t agree with ya on there beball, the world is watching. Once you ing nothing a footballer can do after got some money, nothing else to do leavin’ the pitch. but play with it right? I mean fuck, Yes, yes… certainly can get jobs, who cares if you’re polluting the environment, ripping a nation, and not the figures they earn as profesblatantly using nepotism right?15% sional players…but then again, you reduction in the price of vodka keeps spent the first 40 years of your life everyone happy. This game is noth- to become a fucking walking hotdog ing but gambling my friend. No tal- stand? ent involved, no passion…people no Think you’re too harsh on ‘em longer play for fun, they play to get mate… paid. Hmm… I suppose if people can 8
remain passionate enough to kill each other they certainly can remain passionate enough to like kickin a ball around and be close to where it happens. But you can’t deny that the money not only keeps the passion alive but directs it.
I think they’re pretty entertained. You saying they ain’t entertaining or not entertaining enough? Either way, don’t see what you’re getting at. The entertainment is in the attempt to win.
Ya…When you consider the amount of money a club makes from selling a players jersey…instantly paying of the player’s salary, the clubs obviously want players that are in the spotlight, players who are the star children of the media. Now its just Hollywood 101. Completely dilutes the fucking game from being a team sport to a celebrity sport.
talk things through. Dunno what we would learn but I’m a firm believer in talking till your tongue rots out. Think if more people talked about the niggles and nags they had, not even to mention their major problems we’d have a more peaceful world. Neways…I’ll catch ya later looks like things are beginning to pick up…
Nevermind me, I’m not sure of Haha… sure mate, but where does half the things I say and with a few money not control? Everyone’s gotta of these in me I’m talking more out make a living… players get swapped of the love of hearin myself. Suppose around…they gain more experi- that discussion was quite moot. ence… earn some more money… see Changes nothing in the football new places…It’s a win-win situation. world… but believe it helps us to
But you gotta admit that some of these players are just amazing! they have these moments… these sparks of pure genius… take Ronaldo or Zidane…they do things that go beyond team play. They do things that makes them stand out and they stand out for a reason…
Pour me a pint o Guinness before you leave will ya… and it was nice talking to ya… Cheers! mate! Cheers!
Nice guy. More intelligent than he looks. Seems to have a decent head directed by a mediocre education I dunno if I would go far as attach on his shoulders. Wonder what he the word genius but I agree that some thought of me… probably some guy players are exceptionally talented trying to get shit off his mind… what and gifted. But consider the job func- else.. who would sit alone at a bar tion of a football player, there are ba- and hold a conversation on the valsically two objectives to be met: win ues of football and football players… and entertain. Even when you can’t some one who wants to talk about win, entertain. Without entertaining his problems but can’t make himself the crowds, football loses everything. bring it out into the open… 9
11:14pm How did the Irish learn to make such good beer? Their culinary skills are tolerable at best, but suppose that has little to do with brewing. Don’t think the Irish have a history apart from their liquor. Irish history is like the history of liquor, gets more fun with time and the words slur all the more. Yeats is akin to drunken eloquence while Joyce is like a moment of epiphany in a drunken mind. Now that is genius, so much for the genius of Henry…the gunners still lost. Nay, can’t really call that genius, more like a blend of skill and fortune. And Joyce? Skill and fortune too? Hmm… dunno… something I should ask Al Mujib the new wielder of Fragarach over there… This drinking is starting to affect my thinking I think… that was what I thought was it not? Ha… more people showing up. Looks like I’m not the only guy at the bar now. But I was here first. I claim precedence over all others. So the fat guy left! Good! It was annoying having him within my sight of vision. Fat people I tell ya, such a waste! Woowee, who’s the smut with that mutt?
the suckering. Loneliness is a bitter pill. So callous and uncaring I can be, without even a hiccup. Its too easy to be human, too easy to let my emotions whore out my intelligence, too easy to enjoy the habitual caprices of society, too easy to forget your decadence. But goddamn does she have a nice rack, perky and almost perfect size too… wonder what her nipples look like… chances are they’re either too big or too hairy, god never gives you everything, only the plastic surgeons do that. The minions of Aphrodite... sometimes it amazes me the way I think, the things I think. Is it because of the alcohol or do I actually think like this all the time? And why be aware of it now? Oh shit, so the English won by two runs, now that must have been a jaw crusher!
I wish those two would stop sucking face. Disillusioned suckers. They must think they are in love, such naivety. I admire their courage. Not in making out in public but for allowing themselves to be deluded so. For accepting a lie that is too good to be true. For buying into a hope that should always have been locked up. Never understand how these re- For believing in belief itself as if there tards end up with these hot bitch- really were something rock solid they es? How do they even end up with were building on. It would be nice to a bitch to begin with? Sheesh! Flash be able to have such passion. Least it some greens, show some teeth, and would make me feel a bit alive. Now quote three lines from a random ass all I can do is drink and talk and think poem and they think you’re Casano- and hopelessly hope that I live! that va himself. Its sad being a man hav- this is life! Such a feeling it used to ing to sucker up to women in order to be, such vibrance, such delight at the get laid, its worse being the slut that world, such wonder at this presence. has to dish out herself in order to get But all too stale now, all too old, habituated. The realization of the grand 10
illusion. Wonder if that’s why maya means illusion and love. 11:55pm Enough! Can’t take this wastage of time anymore. Why did I come here to begin with? To drink away my melancholy? To sit and mope and hope that I could drink my thoughts away? Hardly worked.
You take care now.
Ya, take it easy. Bugger, I’m pretty drunk but not that drunk. Careful now, one step after another, gotta give a semblance at least of being über chill. Semblances, semblances, semblances… that’s all life boils down to…. Sigh…
Headin out mate? Yup.
Monologue excerpt from Así Siempre hasta que hacia el impensable fin si esta noción se mantiene
Thus Always until towards the unthinkable end if this notion is kept
FILUMENA, directed by Florencia Cima, originates as an independent theater company in the year 2000.
ment grow into a stunning plenitude of structural possibilities; he would then extend the surface into the space FILUMENA is mainly question and there he’d search for equilibrium and action about theatrical language. conditions, showing how each plasThat is why the company practices a tic procedure implies a disturbance sustained interdisciplinary method- of equilibrium and needs to be reesology, both in the field of production tablished on a different plane, in a and in the field of teaching and train- complex game that offers the artist the most dramatic possibilities of exing. pression. From the line he goes to the This approach allows for a con- chiaroscuro plane, and finally gets to stantly changing perspective of the the color. (...) Trasposition in the art investigation processes, and it en- of visual language occurs only thanks courages the incorporation of new to the evocative power of abstract deand richer focuses on this type of vices. Klee always begins without a work. concern for content; he only pays atIt is not so simple to explain with tention to constructing. But within words the type of work we do in the the interwinement of the different company, but I find the following pictorical elements, an image slowly text describing Paul Klee’s creation grows. At the time of creation, that process very close to Filumena’s pro- image conveys a pictoric parallel and therefore, it needs a name. (...) The cess of work. title is only the last and poetic closing metaphor. In his classes Klee used to talk about the need of a “precise orientation on the formal plane”. The simplest element would become an active being. He would begin by the dot, and would show all the things that could be obtained as from this simple element: from its movement, the line is born – with its recurring expressiveness and its polyphonyand Klee would show how the line can close in itself and thus form a flat figure. Then he would show the Maria Fossi Todorow. Klee. Editorial elements of distribution and moveAtlántida, Buenos Aires. ment on that surface: structure, rhythm and proportion. After that he would make a simple rhythmic ele-
Improvisation by Filumena Theater Company during an interdisciplinary festival organised by the Di Tella University in Buenos Aires in May 2007.
up base, volatile powder or Indian Earth. It should be spread all over the face and neck, and removed with a hydrating cream or astringent lotion.
So far, a first glance at this bizarre belief and at this notion and its consequences, if they are kept... Health is a state because itâ€™s a particular disposition. In this sense, the limbsâ€™ strength or weakness is a state of the limbs. State is action and movement. Because between the subject that performs and the subject that endures, there is always action. The worst of the states is the state of the skin: corrupted, greenish gray, spotted with purple tumors and eczemas, It is the dust what makes her cry. bruised with bloody ulcers. One to It is the dust what makes everybody three days of agony are observed, cry. The dust coming from a blue during which the wretched subject constellation that makes the air sur- becomes delirious, spits blood and rounding us mortiferous. The air cor- gets covered with blisters: a young rupted in its very substance. Dust body but a frozen soul. is annoying but necessary. Consequences of this climate on the skin: it becomes parchment-like; the bodies rub against each other producing a noise of dry leaves; the very mucous membranes become dull. The effect of this climate on the soul should not be underestimated. However, the soul certainly suffers less than the skin, whose defense systems -from perspiration to goose bumps- often find themselves disturbed. Being pure and clear by nature, the air only gets rotten or corrupted when malign vapors mingle in it due to random causes. The only way to avoid these dreadful consequences on the skin is to protect it with some kind of make13
A moment of fraternity.
a fatal accident, and only then, we’d extract the brain by cut opening it with a sharp pointed element, and After death, the human body suf- with the brain in our hands we’d be fers modifications that are general for able to observe this beautiful perfect age and race. Heart: rigidity begins line that divides it. We’d be able to in the heart; it starts in the left ventri- observe this perfect division between cle, which gets almost totally empty, the right and left hemispheres, and whereas the right ventricle gets half only then we’d understand how the empty; during the first hour and a left hemisphere is the more literal, half after death the blood in the heart analytical and calculating fragment; stays liquid. Coagulation follows. If and how the right hemisphere hanthis notion is kept, the blood coagu- dles the sensitivity, the literariness, lates in the vessels; then the intesti- the artistry, the creativity. A person nal bacteria emigrate into the blood, whose right hemisphere is more dewhere they multiply. veloped, is the typical creative person... It must be my left hemisphere that is more developed, since I am not a creative person. And you know what? that produces me a state of anguish. Because if there is something I’d love to be is creative... Monologue excerpt from Así Siempre hasta que hacia el impensable fin si esta noción se mantiene (Thus Always until towards the unthinkable end if this notion is kept), 2002 - 2003. Filumena There remains the state of the Theater Company, directed by Florencia brain: the postmortal disintegraCima. Buenos Aires, Argentina. tion processes evolve very fast in the brain; they are recognized for the appearance of a greenish gray color in gassed cavities. These processes can be observed much better by taking a close look at the brain. That is why, if there were a solidary soul here, I’d like to ask that person to donate their brain. Of course, in no way would we induce death upon that person. On the contrary, we’d kindly wait until - may God forbid it - he or she had
Pranab Singh Peeling The evilness in a potato is never to be underestimated The laziness of a potato is never to be understated The hands that hold you are the hands that will drop you The hands that hold you are too close to be nice to you The hands that hold you are too dry to moisturize The peeler is the potatoâ€˜s gravest enemy For the peeler removes the mask the potatoes hide behind The tools you hold donâ€™t fit your hand The tools you made are no longer in hand The tools you have no longer feel your hand The tools you have have made you a tool The potatoes grow underground in stealth and solitude The potatoes grow large and roundish without ever meaning to
Perfume: The Story of A Murderer
years coaxing Süskind to sell him the film rights, and by Andrew Birkin who had written scripts for Luc Besson’s “History of Jeanne D’Ark” and another big-scale adaptation “The Directed by Tom Tykwer 2006. Cast: Ben Winshaw, Alan Rick- Name of the Rose”. With their help a man, Rachel Hurd-Wood, Dustin dark and uncomfortable book has almost been turned into a melodrama. Hoffman. Tykwer secures his position precisely at this point of “almost”. He must alIt took a long time to persuade ways remember the box-office, but Patrick Süskind to sell the rights to his money doesn’t smell, so the film still most famous book to a film company. issues a faint flavor of art-house cinHe just didn’t want “Das Parfum” to ema. be adapted for the screen - and for The story carefully follows Süsa good reason. His challenge was to kind’s text, and for those who haven’t convey the multiplicity of the sensa- read the book, the film has a subtitle. tion of smell with words. To translate Where “The Story of a Murderer” loswords describing scents into visuals es in novelty, it gains in consistency. and sounds is much more difficult The writers are so meticulous in their and seems much less necessary. Stan- adaptation of the book that the scene ley Kubrick finally conceded that the of the final orgy could have been done subject was impossible to film. The better only by Peter Greenaway. In same thought probably led Ridley fact, I’m not at all certain about that. Scott, Martin Scorsese, Milos Forman Apart from the fundamental imand Tim Burton to abandon the projpossibility to adequately transport ect. The mere fact that Tom Tykwer hasn’t followed their example and the verbal fabric of “Das Parfum” to went through with “The Perfume” the screen, the main difficulty was shows the 40-year-old director hasn’t the choice of the leading actor. At lost his youthful self-confidence and first sight Ben Winshaw, who has already played a young Keith Richards deserves a special cheer. in film and Hamlet on stage, is just For Tykwer, who became inter- too handsome to play a thick-headed nationally famous with his quirky murderer. His super-model physique “Run, Lola, Run” in 1998, the new and unisex appearance are so up-toproject became a pass into the big date that at some moment the film league. Ten million euros paid for gets on the verge of becoming just the movie rights alone meant that the another “A Knight’s Tale” The crowd project must be made as commercial- stops short of raising a yet another ly successful as possible. In adapting rendition of “We Will Rock You” and the novel he was assisted by produc- the helicopters are about to set forth er Bernd Eichinger who had spent
on search for the maniac. Tykwer still collar. In spite of these concessions to couldn’t resist including one bird’s prêt-a-porter and the use of conveneye view shot. tional pictorial decisions Tykwer still Fortunately, Winshaw, who succeeds to render in flesh the insane doesn’t speak a word for the most hunger for and pain of possession part of the film has this sort of screen that has nothing to do with any of the presence that turns the scenes with- five senses.
out him into a bad replica of an average costume TV-series. With Winshaw off-screen the other actors seem to lose a portion of their animation, they talk and look like cardboard figures. Alan Rickman, for example, entirely fades by comparison, and only Dustin Hoffman as an old Italian perfume maker can successfully stand up to Winshaw’s appeal. This starquality is justified in the final episode – the viewer is lead to virtually the same state as the crowd worshipping the murderer.
As for the smell itself, the kaleidoscope of textures, colors and sounds at some point finally reaches the stage at which shapes and shadows on the screen become almost palpable and hearing becomes painfully acute. As for the visual stimuli Tykwer does a good job balancing physiological vividness with digital gloss. He efficiently combines rotten fish a-la Jan van Eyck and flowering meadows a-la Van Gogh, Titian-style beauties go together with Brueghel-style beasts. The set decorator spared no expense on sticky mud and it was especially well rendered by Frank Griebe’s camera, as well as Grenouille’s sleeveless jackets a-la naturelle that the costume designer had carefully torn along the 17
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