Noches exhuberanti

In Glasgow you get two kinds of audiences. Tough and tougher. Tucked snugly off the right side of Sauchiehall Street the Glasgow Film Theatre is used with showing the best of world cinema, to engaged and engaging audiences.

So I was excited to saunter across Blythswood Square after work that sudden May Tuesday after the sweet first Monday. Eirene Houston’s film, the Day of the Flowers, was on, with a Question & Eirene session afterwards, led by actor turned director Libby McArtthur.

Alongside time served Glaswegians, doyens of screen and trade had come all the way from Edinburgh to be dipped in the caribbean heat, high ideals and good Scottish heart that is ‘Day of the Flowers’.

After the last dance, McArthur – a seasoned cubanera – led a valuable public discussion with charm and finesse.

The film explores Cuba, and families through music, story and photograph candy.

Discussions from the film include the future of Cuba – the changes which are happening in Cuba and which will.

Communism works as long as it works in Cuba. And Cuba continues to show us a communism which succeeds. Which provides despite the economic and political hostility of her largest neighbour.

As economic power is loosened by the centre, small business owners and home owners pool resources at a community level. Imagine an economic liberalism, where freedom is the freedom to help people around you – the freedom to love your neighbour.

Cuba’s trade position has always been deliberately undermined by the USA, but even when the USSR – Cuba’s big trading partner – folded up the gazebo and admitted the rain would never stop, Cuba remained communist, and continued to survive the isolation which the twisted Adam Smith raping excuse for economics exhibited by politicians from the ‘West’ forced upon her.

Now, she is no longer alone. Latin America has awakened to possibilities beyond pleasing the cash power rich elite. Cuba’s neighbours were able to embrace collectivism once outside influences’ positions were made clear.

We could embrace an collectivism in Scotland, the exact shape of which no-one can predict correctly this side of 18/09/2014. As subjects of Westminster, this will never be allowed to anyone either side of the Pennines, or even the Forest of Dean. The City of London and its otherworldly representatives are so self insphinctriated we needn’t really exist.

Well we do, and we might as well be free. And we can take that chance this septeber.

As well as the political parties, there were a good crowd of filmmakers – actors, writers, producers. Stick a load of these in a room together and you know what you’ll get. A fair few of them picking up where they left off at some point. A new dawn of connections to explore for years.

And the one word that was said by more people, more often and in more ways than any other was distribution. It’s The Big Question. Like most Big Questions, The Answer is do what you can. ‘Day of the Flowers’ was taken into the CineWorld universe – a rich resource but a playngfield dominated by heavily capitalised American Star Vehicles.

We’re lucky to have venues which accommodate quality .

Screenings like the one I scampered merrily home from are good for everyone. They bring people together. Supportive, independent venues and local, talented filmmakers (the odd poet) – a sanctuary.

An da next day sumeen scampered merrily hom fae da sam thing at MacRobert (an associated hellery), aniddir treed spun aroond seein an believin.


About damagnifyingless

I live in Glasgow, and express myself through poetry, film, photography and my blog at
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