Saturday, April 18, 2015

Prostitutes, police, and my very own apartment (very late April 2015)

When I'm in Jerez, I live on a short, quiet (well, kind of quiet) residential street called Benavente Bajo.  It is within sight of a big, shoe-box shaped building that at one time was the olive oil manufacturing center.  Had the olive press and all that.


the former police station

Next, it became the local police station, then it fell into disrepair to be restored as a museum to flamenco - which had no patrons - and is currently the home of a flamenco club, the Peña la Buena Gente.  (Peña la Buena Gente means "the Good Guy's Club.")

Peña la Buena Gente logo on the building

In the days when it was the police station, my street, little Benavente Bajo, was home to whore houses.

This couldn't have been too terribly long ago because when I moved in, my neighbor downstairs on the left was a prostitute (who never paid her bills, by the way) and the woman downstairs on the right, mother of two sons of the same age (but apparently with different fathers) worked for the city government but moonlighted as a prostitute.

My street.  I'd planned to dress up with a
very short mini-skirt, etc., and hang out of
my door for this blog post, but ran out of time.

I, myself, got a couple of knocks on the door the first year I was there from men looking to see if I'd like to turn a trick.

I told them "Gee, thanks, but no thanks."  After all, we must have our standards.

Thought you might like to know this...about my neighborhood (which now is very middle class and has a couple of really church-y families living on it), plus of course, about my standards.
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Until very, very recently, Eve A. Ma was in Spain, working on a documentary about flamenco that she is co-directing with Antonio de la Malena.  She is now in France attending a film festival where one of her documentaries will be presented (on May 2 at 8pm;  drop me a line for details if you'd like to attend).

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Saga of the ladies' room in Semana Santa in Spain (end March, begin. April 2015)

I went out one evening to one of my favorite restaurants...yes, a restaurant, an Italian restaurant in Jerez de la Frontera, Spain, where I am currently.  I had a (house-made) pizza, a small salad, two glasses of wine and a glass of water.  I expected to use the ladies' room before returning home.


The restaurant is by that (tiny looking) street light on the left.  This photo
was taken the day after the Semana Santa processions came to an end.

This dinner was during Semana Santa (the week preceding Easter).  Everything here in the center of town was packed.  It was packed the evening/night before, and for the next five evenings/nights.



A Virgin Mary Semana Santa paso as night falls.  This gives you
some idea of the size.  Between 30 and 50 guys are underneath,
carrying it on their shoulders.



A Christ paso looming over me.  Notice the fully-grown, live olive
tree on top.  This is also being carried by scores of men hidden below.

The ladies' room in the restaurant was out of order;  not surprising under the circumstances.  You're not going to get a plumber out at that time of night, during Semana Santa.

You're going to try to get through THAT?
I had to walk home to get to my own bathroom.  On the way, I encountered a procession ... thousands of people in these narrow streets, a paso for the Christ (you don't really walk past a paso in these streets...too narrow);  then hundreds of the faithful following the paso (you don't really walk past the hundreds of the faithful in these streets...too narrow);  then a very large band.  

Part of one of the bands.  The processions start in the
afternoon, go on through the night, and some don't end
until mid-morning the next day.

I managed to squeeze past the band after half of it had passed me.  Went to a nearby place where there is a  reasonably public ladies' room.  There was a line.

I forged on home and made it.


Much excitement and drama in southern Spain.

(NOTE:  I took all but the top photo the day after my harrowing experience;  my camera isn't good enough to take decent photos at night.)


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Eve A. Ma is in Spain where, having completed the revised Afro-Peruvian documentary, she has gotten back to work on a documentary about flamenco that she is co-directing with Antonio de la Malena.  

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Handcuffs (end of March 2015)

Another scene we've shot in Jerez this time for Flamenco:  the Land Is Still Fertile (Flamenco:  la tierra está viva) will accompany a letra of cante - a verse of singing - this one a verse of carceleras (prison songs) sung by Antonio Agujetas.  As with the scene in the bar (SEE the previous post), the purpose of this scene is to bring the verse to life for those who don't understand Spanish.


Antonio de la Malena explains the scene to the two actors - two brothers.

Antonio Agujetas sings that his jailor wouldn't take his handcuffs off until he promised to give him his ring - the ring that "you gave me," that he always kept on the table by the bed at night.

In our scene, once again almost in silhouette, we see two pairs of wrists and hands.  One of the people is handcuffed, the other has a key and is wearing a uniform.  (He's the guard, ok?)  The one with the key unlocks the handcuffs, takes them off, and the prisoner then takes off his ring and gives it to the guard.

The handcuffs.

We had a lot of trouble with light in shooting this, but I think on the last take it came out ok.  I won't really look to see until co-director Antonio de la Malena gets back from France, since this is a joint effort, but I do believe what we have will work.

One brother looks like he's not so sure about all this.

But after our "prisoner" and our "guard" had left, I realized that you never clearly saw the ring, so I had Antonio pose as the guard, complete with the uniform jacket, and I shot an extreme close-up of the palm of his hand and his wrist...and in the palm of his hand was the ring.  This should make the point.

After the shoot, one of the brothers wanted to be dressed up like a general.

The ring in question, by the way, is the same ring we used in the pawn shop scene of Domino:  Caught in the Crisis (Dominó:  agarrado por la crisis).  It's my ring;  and it's getting to be a FAMOUS ring.

The co-directors enjoying the acting.  (Note that I'm doing
double duty as camera person again!  Saves money.)
I should mention that we have Raul of Fotógrafos Juan to thank for these great photos.

And you may be interested to know that my work will be in three different festivals in April.   Want to keep up with what we're doing?  Sign up for our monthly newsletter HERE.

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Eve A. Ma is in Spain where, having completed the revised Afro-Peruvian documentary, she is getting back to work on a documentary about flamenco which she is co-directing with Antonio de la Malena.  

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Three festivals in April

My work will be screened in three festivals in the month of April.

The first up is the hour-long drama Domino:  Caught in the Crisis (Dominó:  agarrado por la crisis) which will screen in the Oakland International Film Festival at 9:00am on April 5 in the Black Repertory Theater venue (3201 Adeline St., Berkeley, CA., USA).

Next will be my short, The Blacksmith, which will screen in the Bare Bones Film and Music Festival at 5:00pm on April 10 in the Three Rivers Museum venue (220 Elgin, Muskogee, OK, USA).

And last but not least is the revised version of the hour-long documentary, A Zest for Life:  Afro-Peruvian Rhythms, a Source of Latin Jazz.  This version includes material I shot on my recent (Dec. 2014) trip to Peru.  It will screen in the Festival International du Film PanAfricain in Cannes, France. The festival runs from April 29-May 3.  The exact date and time will be finalized on April 7, at which time I'll update this page.

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Eve A. Ma is in Spain where, having completed the revised Afro-Peruvian documentary, she has gotten back to work on a documentary about flamenco that she is co-directing with Antonio de la Malena.  

Thursday, April 2, 2015

The bar scene ( end Mar. 2015)

Ok, I came here to shoot material for our documentary Flamenco:  the Land Is Still Fertile (Flamenco:  la tierra está viva)...and I'll tell you about one of the things we've done.  ("We" means me and co-director Antonio de la Malena.)  It's a scene we shot in a bar, almost in silhouette.  But first, let me give you some background:

Last summer, we shot a very fine singer, Manuel Moneo, singing one of the deepest and more tragic flamenco forms called seguiriyas.  He was accompanied by his grandson, el Barrullito, a fine young guitarist who had recently been diagnosed with cancer.  The grandson has since passed away.

Manuel Moneo accompanied by his grandson, el Barrullito

When we interviewed Manuel Moneo, he said that when he sang, he thought about all the hard times and tragedies that his parents went through.  I can't but imagine that he also thought about his talented  young grandson having been diagnosed with cancer.

That, and the recent death of one of his brothers, who led a tragic life.

Out of what Moneo sang, we chose one verse that we absolutely will use in Flamenco:  the Land Is Still Fertile.  Part of it is in the trailer.  In this verse, Moneo sings that sometimes he is so overcome with sorrow that it makes him angry just to have to talk to people.  He sings the verse with great depth and conviction...and is beautifully accompanied.

Setting up to shoot Moneo last summer.
We are well aware that many people, especially if they don't speak Spanish, find flamenco singing to be somewhat inaccessible, so we decided to put a scene over part of Moneo's singing.  Not all of it - we want you to see him sing - but part of it, to help illustrate the verse.

And now, back to the scene which we shot last week;  remember, it's almost in silhouette.

The friends in the bar.
We see a bunch of friends in a bar, drinking beer, talking, and laughing.   The bar tender is in the background.

A lone man who looks rather like Moneo enters from the street.  He passes the guys, who greet him and invite him to join them.  He refuses, rather abruptly and rudely, and goes to the far end of the bar.  When the bar tender comes over, he points to what is obviously a drink he's had many times before.  It comes in a bottle that is clearly some kind of whiskey, or rum.

Our lone man, Luis de Pacote (posing as Manuel Moneo).
The bar tender pours him a shot.  He drinks it down in one gulp, then indicates to the bar tender that he wants another.  The bar tender pours him another, which he looks at for a moment, then drinks it down in one gulp.  The bar tender goes off to serve the group of friends more beer.

Our lone man turns and starts to walk out of the door on the far side of the bar.  Halfway to the door, he stops, turns around, returns to the counter, slaps down some money, then turns again and leaves by the far door.

End of scene.

Here we are, preparing to shoot.  Due to miscommunication,
the other camera operator couldn't come, so we shot with a
skeleton crew:  the two co-directors (with me doing double
duty as camera person) and one additional assistant.
While we're working steadily on this documentary, due to lack of funds it's SLOWLY and steadily.  In the meantime, you may be interested to learn that other of my films will be in three different festivals in April.  

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Eve A. Ma is in Spain where, having completed the revised Afro-Peruvian documentary, she has gotten back to work on a documentary about flamenco that she is co-directing with Antonio de la Malena.