I swear I actually like movies; I can’t help that they all suck.
The only film made in Algeria during the Algerian Civil War is, not surprisingly, most valuable for the unfiltered captures of real life street scenes of Algeria. It unfortunately is centered on the colonizers, specifically the son who has returned to Algeria after being back in France for years and years, but it does at least have a positive outlook on the Arabs. I wasn’t really a fan of the constant jumps from past to present, but I do appreciate this just existing.
This is immensely valuable just for how many women it allows a chance to talk and tell their tales, even if it focuses way hard on the 30s-40s and kinda shoves 1980 onward into the last 15-20.
The structure is chronological, but it is REAAAAL loose at the start. Does firm up though.
Wildly delighted that Carla Bley and Joanne Brackeen got a shoutout in this, but utterly BEWILDERED that Nina Simone goes completely unmention.
Avant garde ladies got shafted…
The pieces involving Cecil Taylor and Bill Dixon are fucking phenomenal. Paul Bley and Archie Shepp? Ehhhh...bits and piecesare worthwhile from them.
Biggest issue for me is the framing of the story of free jazz and erasure of so many, but also the choice of who is in this. I mean, Sun Ra, Carla Bley, Alice Coltrane, the Art Ensemble of Chicago, Annette Peacock, Ornette Coleman, Sonny and Linda Sharrock—these people were all still alive at this time period, and…