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Picks of the Week TT15 Week 3

Film Screening: We Corner People- Sunday, 7:30 pm Lecture Room 23, Balliol A showing of Kesang Tseten’s 2007 documentary with all proceeds going to Karuna-Shechen in aid of those affected by the 2015 earthquake in Nepal.

Thurston Moore- Sunday, 7 pm 02 Academy Oxford
Sonic Youth frontman makes his Oxford debut solo show at the 02. Expect tracks from his 2014 solo album The Best Day interspersed with moody, yet enthralling, mumbling.

Life Drawing- Wednesday, 5pm Oriel College
As part of Oriel Arts Week (no, we didn’t know it was happening either), FREE life drawing is being offered at the college. Will their models rival that of Wadham’s last week? Picks of the Week

Beachcombing- Tuesday – Saturday, 7.30pm Burton Taylor Studio
From the winner of Best Show and Best New Writing at Cuppers 2014, a play about Essex, a vicar, the sea, marriage, cheese, and saying goodbye comes to the BT this week.

Milestones: Louis Le Prince and the earliest films

When one thinks of early cinema, the names of Louis and Auguste Lumière shine brightly out of the history textbooks. Their short, silent documentaries of everyday life capture the mundane, yet fascinating events in France during the 1890s. Credited with producing the first “documentary” film (although the term was not coined by critics until 1926), a glass projection still hangs on the spot of the Lumière institute in Lyon where their first (and shamelessly self-promoting) film Workers Leaving the Lumière Factory was shot in 1895.

The widespread distribution of the Lumière brothers’ works helped propagate the allure and popularity of the cinema, if at first for novelty value only. According to urban legend, Train Pulling into a Station (1895) inspired such terror and fear into European audiences that many ran cowering to the back of the theatre. True, the brothers were the first famed cinematographers. But they cast something of a shadow over other earlier figures. It is as if the light shining out from their films has caused the works of their predecessors to become overexposed in cultural memory: their outlines have become blurred, their signifi cance in history hard to make out in a way similar to the deterioration of the fragile celluloid film these works are set upon.

If one wishes to watch the fi rst true documentary star and director, look no further than Louis Le Prince. Flick through any modern textbook on the history of film, and his name will be come before the Lumière brothers: he is considered to be the true father of motion picture, as Louis Daguerre is to photography. Despite lasting a mere two seconds, his Roundhay Garden Scene, which depicts his family strolling around their Leeds home, was filmed in 1888, a full seven years before the earliest work of the Lumières’ and three years before Edison patented his kinetoscope – an early motion picture device, designed for viewers to watch films one at a time through a tiny peep-hole. True, his work may be somewhat underwhelming. His four surviving films last but a couple seconds each, but depict fascinating scenes of northern working class life that would have been otherwise lost to the ether.

But if Le Prince were truly the first documentary film maker, why is his memorial reduced to just two blue plaques dotted across Leeds? The Lumière brothers have an entire institute to show off their bizarre film guns and collected works, yet Le Prince has very little in comparison. The answer lies in the lack of distribution: none of Le Prince’s works were ever shown outside Leeds, whilst the Lumière brothers’ works were sent across Europe to shock and enthral audiences. Le Prince is the first tragic figure upon the film set: and arguably a victim of the seething patent wars raging around photographic technology in the 1890s. Whilst travelling through France on his way to patent a new camera and launch a promotion tour to the USA, he disappeared onboard a train and was never seen again. His disappearance helped to propagate the supposed “curse” that surrounds his first work on film. Theories range from suicide due to bankruptcy, arranged disappearance due to homosexuality and even murder by agents of Thomas Edison due to his rival patent claims.

We may never know the truth, but what is certain is that his early and unfortunate death allowed his competitors to neatly clip his frames from the reel of cinema history, and his works became hidden from the public eye as the man himself. Only recently have they been restored to widespread public knowledge.

Collective Voice: the rise of the radio documentary

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“For the last year I’ve spent every working day trying to figure out where a high school kid was for 21 minutes after school one day in 1999. This search sometimes feels undignifi ed on my part.” This is the opening line of WBEZ’s podcast Serial, first released in October last year, which followed the story of Adnan Syed, an American man who claims that he was wrongly convicted of the murder of his then girlfriend Hae Min Lee. The show immediately gained widespread media attention and shot to the top of the downloads chart on iTunes, with many hailing the return of audio reportage. Adnan Syed’s story presented listeners with a ‘real-life murder mystery’. However, when the series came to an end there was no perfectly wrapped up conclusion and there were complaints of it being anticlimactic. But what more could people expect from a true story?

Documentary-style reporting has been common throughout American radio for the past few years, with emphasis being placed on ‘real’ voices. This American Life, of which Serial is a spin-off show, has been putting together shows of three or four stories around a single theme since the late 90s. Emphasis is placed on the individual, the programme centering on the idea that everyone has a story to tell. This style gives the shows a personal, wide-ranging feel as they gather together widespread perspectives which take all sides into account. Listeners are encouraged to send in their own stories, off ering a breadth of views and voices which could not be accessed elsewhere.

The New York based program Radiolab uses a similar format for its show based around science, philosophy and human interest stories. A show centering around the theme of ‘colour’ moves from an interview with a neuro-scientist to a woman’s experience of synesthesia. Invisibilia, also broadcast by NPT, looks at human behaviors and off ers a fascinating insight into
the changing view surrounding mental health issues.

What makes these shows so poignant is that they involve personal stories narrated by the individuals themselves. Stories take on the format of conversation and retain a tone of informality. The listener is allowed to hear the click of a scientist picking up his phone at the start of the interview or the sound of cars passing in the street. This is of course part of the shows’ image of ‘true-life’ reporting, but it adds a level of intimacy that engages the audience and makes them listen.

However, as proved by what happened with Serial, reporting on real-life events that continue to unfold can create diffi culties in producing a complete story. Whilst podcasts such as This American Life present their program as a perfectly formed whole with their four ‘stories’ on a singular theme each week, the stories have been collected and produced over time and then formulated into a singular unit. Serial was working on a story that as of yet remains incomplete.

It is this imperfection, however, that remains the program’s brilliance. One cannot remain unaff ected by the show’s host Sarah Koenig as she attempts to uncover Adnan’s story. Like the listener, she moves back and forth between convicting and proclaiming her subject’s innocence as she engages in in-depth conversations with a man who may or may not have murdered his 18 year old girlfriend. Koenig’s voice carries the programme as she refuses to give up on a case which will always have gaps. Whilst at this point the story remains incomplete with no clear sign of resolution, Koenig’s dedication and perseverance in reporting the story of an outsider is admirable.

Simon Elmes: documentary and the art of story-telling

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Few people are as qualified to talk on the subject of documentary-writing as Simon Elmes. As the former Creative Director of the BBC’s Radio Documentary Unit, and with over 40 years’ experience in professional documentary production, the Keble alumnus (and one-time Cherwell photographer) is hugely keen to get students involved in his chosen career.

“I’d always say to anybody who wants to join the media: neither overestimate nor underestimate yourself. For most people, it’s pretty much hard graft, and if you’re good, you’ll get there. It’s important for me to spread the word that radio documentary’s a fantastic medium and a fantastic place to be, and it’s really worthwhile making the effort both to listen and to make it.” We’re sitting in the National Film Theatre café on the Southbank of the Thames, one of Elmes’ favourite haunts. Despite his love of film, however, his career has largely focused on audio media, specifically radio documentaries.

I ask him about the differences between the two. “They’re not, curiously, as great as you might imagine,” he says. “Not editorially at least. The purpose is the same: that is, to tell these stories in such a way as to make riveting content that holds the viewer/listener in a way that they can’t go away, and entertains as well as informs. When planning a TV documentary, one of the things they’ll immediately say, aside from discussing the plot, is, ‘What are the images? What are the pictures?’ In radio, of course we’ll say, ‘What are the sounds?’ but the narrative is pre-eminent. It’s about telling a story.”

When the visual effect is removed, Elmes suggests, the focus on the narrative of the documentary comes to the fore. He describes piecing together the facts that make up a programme into a coherent narrative. “You’re always trying to find something bigger than the sum of its parts. You’re telling one story but you’re always telling slightly bigger stories at the same time.” It sounds like there’s a fair amount of overlap with drama, I suggest. Does he see the two as entirely separate genres? “Broadly speaking, no. But also yes,” he laughs. “Because in literal terms, drama deals in fiction. It has an author who can spin whatever he or she wishes to spin, create characters. In factual documentary, you are going entirely the other way round: you are taking a story, and you are trying to get at the inner truth in that story. You are trying to be factually truthful, but also say something, communicate something larger than the individual components.”

There is undoubtedly an overlap, however. It’s the entertainment factor that’s so crucial, and one which Elmes believes is often underregarded in factual programs. He’s critical of those who approach a documentary as they would a dissertation or an essay: “I always say to graduates in the BBC, because they’ve all learnt how to write essays and write dissertations with a thesis, antithesis, synthesis formula, that that’s not the way you do drama, and actually the way we do factual programs shouldn’t be like that. It’s okay if you’re doing a news report, if you’re doing something that needs the case for, the case against and then your summing up. But a documentary needs to have a much more theatrical, dramatic shape to it, and that calls on all sorts of skills that go way beyond essay writing. They are about entertainment.”

If the art of documentary-writing is also the art of story-telling, then what, I ask, is the story of the radio documentary itself, from its beginnings to the present day? At a time when old-fashioned forms of media are struggling to adapt to the digital age, one might be forgiven for thinking that radio might well be consigned to a similar fate. But Elmes is not at all pessimistic; in fact, he says, there are have been lots of beneficial advances. “Over the last five years I’ve spent a lot of time with my team trying to work out how we should adapt radio documentary for the digital age. I think podcasting has opened up a lot of opportunities. The actual mode of listening has, in fact, helped us. People can download a podcast and listen to it, so if they have to get out and fetch the kids they can pause it and go back to it. That’s a fantastic advance.”

The figures he provides me with back up his claims: BBC Radio 4 routinely draws an audience of over a million for a mid-morning documentary: a rating which, he tells me, BBC2 would be extremely happy with. Elmes urges restraint and caution in moving with the times. “There’s a lot of rubbish spoken about how we have to cater for the digital listener. Yes we do, of course. But don’t throw the baby out with the bath water.” The methodology of documentarymaking, he claims, hasn’t changed; rather, “the technology has changed how we do it. But it doesn’t make the process any different.” And why, it’s implied, would one try to fix what isn’t broken?

What quickly becomes apparent in talking to someone like Simon Elmes is just how much freedom a career in documentary production can bring. His topical focus in the past has tended to be on language, a direct fulfilment of his own interests. “I was a linguist when I was at Oxford. I love language, and always have done.” He has produced long-running linguistics documentaries such as Word of Mouth, Talk of the Town and The Routes of English, and worked alongside giants of the radio entertainment industry like Melvyn Bragg and Lenny Henry. But, he’s keen to stress, he’s also done “pretty much everything else. I’ve done programmes about circuses, about seaside piers, about people sharing houses, about radio presenters who have cancer, about French politics, music…” The list is endless. Now officially retired, Elmes still works freelance for the BBC, and is keen to “give something back” by helping aspiring young people enter the profession. And for himself? “I’ve got a couple of big projects on. But I’m having fun. That’s the main thing.”

Simon Elmes is speaking at a documentarymaking conference at St Hilda’s College on Saturday 16th May.

Bar Review: St Catz

★★★☆☆

Well, last week I told you I was in love with Univ. This week I’m afraid to report I’m still monogamous, after what I felt was a rather disappointing trip to St Catz. On Monday, a disastrous power cut meant that the bar review team had to stop chain-watching Golden Girls on video, put down our knitting and venture to the wastelands of the East. Here, we found the long forgotten St Catherine’s (shortened to St Catz in an attempt to pretend their aesthetic isn’t stuck in the 60s) and, naturally, checked out their bar.

All we wanted was electricity and booze, but when I strolled confidently up to the modern bar and asked for a double vodka n’ coke, the friendly barman requested a Catz Bod Card. I grumbled something about leaving it at home, to which he replied, “No problem, that’ll be £7 please.” £7?! My jaw hit the floor. Gasping for air I reordered a pint of their cheapest larger, itself £3.85, and slumped down, shocked and confused. It seems to get the standard college bar prices one needs to pay with a Catz Bod Card, otherwise it’s double the price. What the fuck is that? It’s one thing to hike up the prices outside of term to screw the conference guests, but this is something else entirely. Thankfully, at least one member of our group knew at least one of Catz’ 779 undergraduates, and as Catz students never have anything better to do, we managed to convince one to come buy us drinks. Having to piss around with change in order to pay him back was a bit of an inconvenience, but as pints were now around £1.80 I was distinctly less furious. We felt bad about forcing the aforementioned Catz friend from his essay, and for constantly sending him to the bar on our behalf, but it was almost like having a personal waiter.

Their bar has a pleasant open feel, with the seating organised sociably in wide circles. A first-rate sound system pumped edgy tunage at just the right volume all night. The toilets are gender neutral, clean, and snazzy as hell. It was also impressively busy for a Monday night, and we were informed that their 500 capacity bops (sorry, “entz-es”) are not to be missed.

The drinks choice is impressive for a college bar, particularly the non-alcoholic options (though we can’t claim to have sampled these) and mixers. Which mixers were best was left to our own imaginations, as there was no cocktail menu, whilst our choice of gin with elderflower was a lovely rarity and Hoegaarden on tap was a nice surprise. Drinks were served in plastic glasses which, while a small complaint, really grated with me. My drunken compatriots didn’t care. The signature drink, a Catztail, was just Spoons’ Cheeky V; a sweet but tasteless mix of WKD and port. The price was more impressive than the creativity.

If (and only if) you’re a Catz student with a well-stocked Bod Card, or have a Catz friend, this is an ideal place to spend the night.

Confessions of a student chef: Tom Barrie

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Despite boasting maestro cookery skills that would usually make Gordon Ramsay blush, I’m crippled by a lack of oven and, in fact, any basic cookery implements whatsoever. Unfortunately, it seems as if my culinary pizzazz may be hampered this evening, and so I set off to track down tools with which I could attempt to work wonders. With pan and colander duly commandeered from others on my staircase, and fuelled by G&T and a Vivaldi soundtrack, the magic starts.

I had planned on something bold. Ambitious. Visionary. My original plan of flambéed puffer fish with dauphinoise potatoes followed by Baked Alaska had now been sabotaged by a distinct lack of kitchen ordnance (and, okay, perhaps knowledge and talent). Sipping pensively on pink champagne, I settle instead for that journeyman of Italian meals, the solid spaghetti carbonara. Luckily I have some pancetta, pecorino and parmesan knocking about. How convenient. Not having a grater did not stop me, as I just attacked the parmesan with a knife till it crumbled (this is called “mincing”, for my less knowledgable readers).

With flagrant disregard for public safety, I tossed the ingredients in, producing a flawless carbonara. You should be jealous.

Oxford Dignity Drive launched

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Students across Oxford celebrated the launch of the Oxford Dignity Drive this week, a student-run project that aims to “increase access to sanitary products and feminine hygiene items for homeless people” in the city.

The week-long campaign driven by Dignity Ddrive reps has resulted in students in many colleges donating sanitary products and money towards the project, accompanied by a variety of talks and events that have sought to “raise awareness of this issue and the wider problems facing both homeless people and menstruating people worldwide”.

On Sunday evening, many JCRs passed motions allocating a portion of JCR funds, typically £100, to the Dignity Drive campaign. At least 13 colleges have so far donated to the project.

One of the organisers of the Dignity Drive, Rachel Besenyei, told Cherwell, “As privileged students at an elite university, it’s vital that we look beyond the walls of this institution in our activism. Oxford Dignity Drive has identified a specific problem, and aims to provide sanitary products for homeless people, who often have difficulty accessing them.”

Oxford Asylum Welcome, Oxford Homeless Pathways, Oxfordshire Women’s Aid and The Gatehouse have all expressed their desire to receive donations of sanitary products from colleges.

The campaign week began with an information stall at Wadstock on Saturday 2nd May, and concludes on Friday evening with a screening of the film The Moon Inside You. An open mic night at St Antony’s will also be held on 15th May in aid of the Dignity Drive.

Events over the course of the week have included several talks and panel discussions about the work of the charity Irise International in East Africa, abortion rights in Northern Ireland, period prejudice, and the wider problem of the homelessness crisis in Oxford.

Ready, Steady, Cook! Beef and tomato Pot Noodle

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★★★☆☆

Pot noodles… Even the name makes people think of students who can’t be bothered to cook anything. Whilst this brand is a British thing, even in America you hear jokes about students living off ramen, which is very similar. But what are they actually like to eat?

My method of preparation is basic: pour water in and wait till it softens. This is part of the appeal of the Pot Noodle, as even those with no experience of cooking can hopefully make tea. The flavour was Beef and Tomato, and I have to say, I was very impressed by the flavour of this simple meal. There are very few textures in the pot. The powder that they use to flavour the sauce and the small sachet of ketchup were more than enough to keep the flavour from getting old. However it definitely has a salty taste to it; I discovered a worrying amount of salt in the ingredients. My view is that Pot Noodles are good enough to eat regularly, but I would not recommend living off them.

A let down from Le Kesh

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Embarrassingly, I can’t cycle, so excursions to Cowley require a 40 minute walk. There are few things able to entice me enough to endure this, but the promise of good Lebanese and Moroccan food is one of them. The restaurant was strikingly pretty upon arrival, with art-covered walls, tastefully dim, coloured lamps, and snug cushioned booths. However, the choice of white upholstery made me immediately nervous. The fear of spilling food or, god forbid, red wine, haunted me throughout the meal, even inspiring me to order the house white instead. This was fine, if quite dry and bland, but anything else alcoholic was unreasonably priced, perhaps to deter rowdy students.

A significant part of the appeal of Lebanese food for me is that it is usually veggie-friendly, so I was gutted to see only one option on the Mains list with a bracketed V next to it – bamieh bziet, an okra and tomato stew with rice. I optimistically ordered it anyway, with a selection of starters to be shared among my group.

The wait for these to appear was unreasonably long, and somewhat torturous after our appetite-building walk. The complimentary tap water provided in chic but impracticably small glass bottles did not make it any easier and the quasi-ethnic instrumental music playing in the background was just a touch too unpleasantly loud for the otherwise quite chilled out atmosphere, yet due to the acoustics of the almost corridor-shaped room, did not drown out our conversation about penis folding and our younger siblings’ drinking habits for the other diners.

The glares we were starting to get, the waiting staff’s deft avoidance of eye contact, and my rumbling stomach encouraged me to go take advantage of the admittedly lovely paved smoking area hidden at the back (though not the various shisha pipes it boasted). When I got back, the starters had arrived – though the wait was extended for the guy to my left, who had to ask for cutlery three times before he could dig in. The halloumi was particularly exquisite, and their moutbal and tabouleh tasted homemade and better than anything I could manage myself, though they were very stingy with providing flat bread.

After another significant wait, the mains were brought out. Personally, I am not a fan of plating unless it’s well done, and the lazy trail of cinnamon decorating my dish was pretentious and contributed nothing to the actual meal. I was shocked to discover that it tasted worse than it looked – embarrassingly watery, and my tongue burned from the salt. I was unable to taste either the okra or tomato past the salt and cinnamon, and the pathetically small portion of rice that accompanied it only worsened this problem when I tipped it in. My friends reported that the roasted lamb and chicken they were served were reasonable, but it did not remotely resemble the tagine that the menu had promised and they, too, were short-changed on rice.

Despite all this, the bill came with a steep accompanying service charge. I’d recommend you avoid this by not going at all.

Campaign launches app to support sexual violence victims

It Happens Here (IHH), OUSU’s campaign against sexual violence, has partnered with Code4Rights and Oxfordshire Sexual Abuse & Rape Crisis Centre (OSARCC) to create a mobile app called ‘First Response’, which will provide Oxford University students with a straightforward way to report instances of sexual violence and access support.

Code4Rights is a non-profit organisation that aims to address the gender gap in technology by teaching women with no previous experience how to code apps.

Funding for the app was secured from Oxford University through the IT Innovation Fund and enabled Code4Rights to run sessions to teach coding to female students with no previous computing experience in order to build the app. The content was designed by IHH in collaboration with OSARCC.

Criticisms raised through feedback sessions will be addressed throughout Trinity Term, with the aim of having the app functional by Saturday of 8th Week and ready to be publicised during Freshers’ Week 2015. 

Speaking at the first feedback event on 4th  May, Eden Tanner, OUSU’s Graduate Women’s Officer, commented, “As someone who’s responded to a lot of sexual violence, I thought, ‘What do we really need?’ We need something accessible and convenient to support survivors of sexual violence in Oxford.

“There’s definitely a possibility to extend to Brookes and Ruskin and other interested educational institutions. Long-term, it’s likely that it will spread nationally and even globally. Code4Rights is an international organisation.”

Ellie Bennett, Volunteer & Outreach Co-ordinator at OSARCC, said, “This year there were 120 reported rapes in Oxford, up almost 82 per cent from last year. We know that only around 15-20 per cent of rapes are reported, so these numbers represent just a small proportion of survivors in our local area. Sexual violence removes our choice, our agency, our freedom to make decisions about our own lives – that’s why giving survivors back their options is so important to recovery, and it’s why one of our core principles at OSARCC is empowerment.” 

Anna Bradshaw, OUSU’s VP for Women, commented, “The lack of information about the services available to survivors of sexual violence, and to their friends and supporters, is a very real problem. We hope to close that information gap, and consequently to enable better support.