September 2, 2013

Painting light into the canvas.




“Women in the 17th century are allowed to smoke, write, correspond with Descartes, wear spectacles, insult the Pope, and breast-feed babies.” -Titia Uylenburgh


“There is no history there are only historians…” -Peter Greenaway


From 1600-1680 we can put forward a compelling claim that Rembrandt is the greatest painter since the Renaissance and, that in the 1640’s Amsterdam is the center of the world, a city on the make with the foxes in the hen house.

The film Nightwatching is a creative response to Rembrandt's famous painting known as “The Night Watch” in a sense an extension of the painting. It dramatises the idea that this picture is a bristling, encoded denunciation of the grand gentlemen who commissioned it – that it effectively accuses them of being murderers, villains, rapists and thieves, and that Rembrandt's furious patrons vengefully connived at the artist's social and financial ruin.

In the movie someone says to Rembrandt of his painting: "You have made a frozen moment of theatre!" That could stand for a general description of Greenaway's film, but for the genuinely affecting account of Rembrandt and Saskia and the shadow of death that comes between them.

This intriguing and revelatory blend of human drama and art-history detective work deftly combines character study and cultural documentary shaped around a truly expressive performance from Martin Freeman as Rembrandt. What’s surprising (in the context of the filmmaker's often chilly past oeuvre) is the film’s genuine compassion for the sufferings of wives, maids and vulnerable orphans, adding an emotive underpinning to its sharp observations on the purpose of art and the nature of representation. 






8 comments:

frenchtoast said...

I must have missed this. Thanks for the post.

Anja said...

well observed *****

Tartanscot said...

...and, that in the 1640’s Amsterdam is the center of the world, a city on the make with the foxes in the hen house.

Like most cities today?

Thank you I enjoyed the post.

Alistair said...

Sincerity is the eventual deception of all great men.

Syl v O said...

What is success? A soldier can reckon his success in victories, a merchant in money. But my world is insubstantial. I live in a beautiful, blinding, swirling mist. ― Rembrandt

Thanks, love the post.

Gerald McEachern said...

Still here. And there. I'll watch for it.

Unknown said...

They had Rembrandt on the calendar that year, a rather smeary self-portrait due to imperfectly registered color plate. It showed him holding a smeared palette with a dirty thumb and wearing a tam-o’-shanter which wasn’t any too clean either. His other hand held a brush poised in the air, as if he might be going to do a little work after a while, if somebody made a down payment. His face was aging, saggy, full of the disgust of life and the thickening effects of liquor. But it had a hard cheerfulness that I liked, and the eyes were as bright as drops of dew.
Raymond Chandler, Farewell My Lovely

Ms. Edna (squared) said...

Well put