Velvet Elvis

Amy Unger — Fri, 23 Feb 2007 16:10:00 GMT

I recently came across a print of a famous portrait of Napoleon Bonaparte by the artist Jacques-Louis David--who I'd never heard of. It depicts the young, pre-Emperor on horseback charging over the Alps on a military campaign, c 1804. It's quite striking, but something that would be more suitable for a museum rather than my modest home. Something about it, however, wouldn't let me put it down. So I got it.

I found myself wondering about the artist. The internet at my fingertips, I looked up Monsieur David and found articles chronicling his life as a painter, a French Revolutionary, and later, an exile. Turns out he was commissioned by Napoleon, and did several images of him during his reign. After his fall, David imposed a self-exile to Brussels, where he died of injuries from being run over by a carriage. His body was buried in Brussels, but, oddly, his heart was buried in Paris.

The internet is an amazing thing...link after link took me to more information, where I learned that Napoleon was in fact on a mule when he crossed the Alps, but requested to be on horseback for the painting. Much more noble and glamorous, I would assume. Each subsequent painting displayed on the websites told a story of the rise and fall of the Emperor--from grand, majestic looking pieces (coronation, throne-sitting) slowly evolving into sad, defeated images (retreating from a snowy Russia, the ship carrying his remains in the dark of night...).

How depressing to think oil and canvas are no longer needed when you can aim and push your finger to document Richard Nixon shaking hands with Elvis.

For you art lovers

Amy Unger — Wed, 31 Jan 2007 14:58:00 GMT

Over the weekend, I watched The Train (1964). It takes place in and around Paris days before the Allied Liberation during WWII, 1944. A Nazi colonel, knowing the allies are coming and realizing the value of paintings by Van Gogh, Manet, Picasso, Degas, Renoir and others, orders the artwork to be crated and loaded onto a train bound for Germany. It becomes his obsession. Burt Lancaster is the French railman, eventually ordered to engineer the train.

It is a fascinating look at the French Resistance, National Pride, and the character transformation of a man who at first is ambivalent about a bunch of paint on canvas, yet ends up risking his life over and over to prevent them from being stolen.

Watch for Burt Lancaster, a former circus performer, doing all his own breathtaking stunts. He has no lines toward the last part of the movie, but his actions speak volumes. It's quick-paced and suspensful, and the last 5 minutes are incredibly emotional.

Well done: ****1\2 out of *****

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