Notes From Hairenik
On Saturday, August 1 I will make my way to St. Gayane church in Ejmiadzin for wedding number 2. It's high time that I move onward with a new bride by my side.

I will marry Anush Khachatryan, who was born in Yerevan. I first met her a few years ago at a club called Stop where a local rock band was playing. In autumn 2007 we became friends, but soon thereafter our relationship blossomed into a full-fledged romance. We decided to get engaged last September. Anush is a energetic, fantastic enthusiastic woman who, among several impressive traits and virtues, is an expert in preparing Indian cuisine. She is a psychologist by profession and is employed by SOS-Kinderdorf Armenia as a counselor and educator to teenage orphans. I've never met anyone who has filled me with so much positive energy emanating from the aura of serenity she transmits. She is a dynamic, passionate woman whose lust for life I proudly share. I have written several poems dedicated to or inspired by her that can be read on my other blog.

St. Gayane is my favorite church in Armenia. It dates back to 630 AD but underwent a restoration in the 17th century. The entire structure is mostly constructed from red tuf stone, with slightly lighter and darker shades of tuf spotted here and there. The interior is expansive and fairly well lit with natural light for a church so old. It's undoubtedly one of the most well-designed churches I have ever seen in the entire country.

Beside the church are complexes which serve as residences for priests and administrative offices. The entire compound is strewn with flower gardens and trees. It's basically a sanctuary that is not as frequented as one might expect seeing that it's only a stone's throw away from the mother cathedral, St. Ejmiadzin. I got married there in 2005 not only because I love it there but also because my mother is the namesake of the church. She along with my father can't be here this time around, but she will be in my heart and thoughts when I enter the church on Saturday afternoon. My plan was to have my brother Sevan as my best man, but he unfortunately could not make it due to work-related conflicts.

The planning is moving along smoothly. The wedding dress was sewn by a dressmaker who apparently specializes in women's high fashion. It proved to be much cheaper than renting a dress at a minimum of $300. Anush's dress, including material and labor, cost only 40,000 dram to make, or approximately $112. I haven't seen it yet naturally but I've heard that it is stunning, so I'll make up my own mind in five days.

Other things have been worked out as well. We've already arranged transportation for family and friends who don't drive. We ordered the cake from a popular bakery on Kochar Street, located not far from the intersection with Azadutyan Street. The bakery doesn't seem to have a name for some reason, but their cakes and pastries are special. We hired a band that will be led by jazz trombonist David Minasian, who plays with the Armenian reggae band Reincarnation and leads his own group, called Nooz. The small ensemble is going to play traditional Armenian music performed the way it should be, with duduk, zurna, dhol, accordion and a vocalist. So it will be a memorable evening. The reception will be held at a hotel-restaurant in Nork-Marash, which is perhaps the most picturesque and romantic district of Yerevan.

Photos of the wedding will be posted here some time next week.

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July 16, 2009
Last night the film "Bonded Parallels," a joint Norwegian-French-Armenian production directed by Hovhannes Galstyan, was shown to a packed audience at Cinema Moscow. It was the second time that the film was shown during the Golden Apricot Film Festival.

As the name suggests the film tells two similar stories taking place in totally different settings--one in Norway at the end of World War II, and the other in Soviet Armenia in 1988. To the far north an intriguing, lonely woman named Hanna (played by Siri Helene Müller) who lives in a lakeside Norwegian village while awaiting her husband to return from the war gives shelter to a Russian soldier who has strayed off his path. In their conversational mishaps it is revealed that the soldier, Arakel Serge Avedikian), who has a knack for carving wood figurines of animals, is in fact Armenian. Eventually news arrives of her husband's death and Arakel is there to comfort her. Later they travel together to Armenia, where she gives birth to his daughter. Arakel is carted off by army officials shortly after his return never to be seen again, while Hanna tragically dies shortly after childbirth.

The film's narrative weaves both these stories together, and intermittently the scenario taking place in Yerevan unfolds. Laura (wonderfully portrayed by Laurence Ritter, who I personally know) is a strict, emotionless mathematics teacher who finds fault in her sleepy high-school student named Narek (flatly played by Sos Janibekyan of the hit television mob saga, "The Price of Life") who competes as a moped racer. She beats him on the head one day in class with a disciplinary stick, infuriated by his drowsiness, which later affects his performance on track, and as a result he wipes out. Laura takes him to her home to care for him personally where he stays the night, but he finds himself taking shelter there for several days. Their complicated relationship soon intensifies, and in the tumult of the Soviet Union's last days she leaves Armenia for Norway to give birth to her daughter, raising her in Laura's mother's home. By the end of the film the viewer realizes that the events have simply repeated themselves and the stories are in fact, one.

"Bonded Parallels" was shot by cinematographer Rouben Gasparyan, who is a master in capturing the most intimate moments under pure natural light, incorporating earth tones and the magical properties of water vapor to lure the viewer into the film. The cinematography was absolutely beautiful.

The film's soundtrack composed by the brilliant Vahagn Hayrapetyan, who is in my opinion the greatest Armenian jazz musician on the scene today, was spectacular--a wonderful blend of the tradition, soft Armenian song form with a contemporary jazz ensemble vibe.

"Bonded Parallels," which is reminiscent of the interwoven tapestries of personal loss and hope masterfully designed by film director Atom Egoyan, is perhaps the finest Armenian film produced in recent memory. It is incomprehensible that this film will be made accessible to Armenian moviegoers on only two occasions during a film festival, rather than during an extended stay at Cinema Moscow where it was screened.

But perhaps, seeing that with few exceptions Hollywood movies professionally dubbed in Russian are the only movie offerings available here, there may simply be no audience for such films due to lack of interest, I can't say for certain.

It's not clear how Bonded Parallels will be distributed internationally, but this film is unquestionably something to watch for. Read more about the film here and here.

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July 14, 2009
On the second day of the sixth annual Golden Apricot Film Festival in Yerevan I attended the screening of the film "Looking For Palladin," written and directed by Andrzej Krakowski.

The film stars in its leading role Ben Gazzara, who has played in dozens of Hollywood-produced films during the last 50 years or so. He is perhaps best known for his work in the from-the-heart, passionate films by independent film pioneer John Cassavetes, namely "Husbands," "Opening Night" and the classic double-cross thriller, "The Killing of a Chinese Bookie."

Mr. Gazzara plays a retired movie actor named Jack Palladin who is a two-time Oscar winner that abandoned the glamour and the living-at-the-moment lifestyle to work as a short-order cook at a cafe owned by a fellow expatriate American in Antiqua, Guatemala. An ambitious and cocky hot-shot talent scout named Joshua Ross, played by David Moscow, is sent to Antiqua in search of Palladin to lure him into reviving his film career, albeit briefly. For Joshua the trip serves a dual purpose, as he is also in search of his father, a retired film studio head who has also gone underground, and the second husband of his mother who, as we come to find out, is Jack himself.

During the two-hour timespan we meet several characters who are part of Jack's everyday life, including a taxi driver who operates his business with a horse and buggy, a bicycle happy Catholic priest enamored with Jack's wife (played incidentally by a gracefully matured Talia Shire), a shoemaker protective of Jack's whereabouts, a jovial butcher specializing in liver, and a woman who is dying of a mysterious illness. Several of the characters in the film were actually played by real people who had virtually no acting experience, but you wouldn't have figured that unless you were told.

Mr. Krakowski, who was at the screening and enthusiastically fielded questions at the end of the screening, revealed that the film's subject was very close to him as some scenes were taken directly from his life, particularly candid moments between Jack and Joshua, who insists that Jack reveal the intimate details of his mother's death who died of cancer. He also revealed that the film was actually intended to be shot in a suburb north of New York City, but decided to move the setting to Antiqua while keeping the entire scenario intact.

"Looking For Palladin" is essentially a study of relationships that could have been between sons and fathers, or would-be stepfathers in Jack's case. At one point Joshua tells Jack that "I could have been the best son you ever had." Jack acknowledges that sentiment in a handwritten note he later hands Joshua as he is ready to depart Antiqua.

From what I understand "Looking For Palladin" has yet to secure distribution by a company specializing in marketing art-house films in the US. That fact is quite disconcerting given the solid performance of a veteran, gutsy Hollywood actor, a well-written script containing natural dialog strikingly spoken by the players, and the stunning cinematography in the picturesque town of Antiqua. Nevertheless, in this day and age of absurd, comically void movies, sugar-coated romantic dramas and gimmicky horror films released by Hollywood, that reality can unfortunately be expected.

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I'd like to call readers' attention once again to Footprints, a new blog about Armenian news and social issues in Armenia sponsored by Hetq Online. I was asked by Hetq's editor, Edik Baghdasaryan, to post entries on the blog regularly. I'm going to discuss Armenian political issues on that blog rather than on this one, with hopefully very few exceptions. Other matters like Armenia's fragile ecology, economics, and social issues will also certainly be raised there.

The main purpose of Hetq's blog is to generate feedback and debates on topics presented. So you are encouraged to leave comments there to be documented in hyperspace in the hopes of persuading others to speak their minds as well about issues affecting Armenia.

Notes From Hairenik continues, so keep tuning in.

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I just read a news report about plain-clothed policemen beating several teenagers for handing out leaflets and making pro-opposition statements through a sound system of some kind. Numerous youths were rushed to the hospital, they were beaten so bad. The attackers even used guns to hit them. Unsurprisingly, the Yerevan police claimed that the officers themselves were attacked first, which seems dubious.

RFE/RL quoted one of the teenagers stating that: “They pulled me from the back and toppled to the ground,” said Sahak Muradian, a 14-year-old HAK supporter. “One of them said, ‘You too are from the opposition?’ And then five or six of them started beating me. One of them also hit me with a pistol.”

But why beat teenagers? I can understand how perceived insolence from adult protesters would lead to beatings and jailings and so forth by the police or attacks by mysterious thick-necked characters, as has been reported for years. But these victims are just kids. Perhaps the toddler-aged children of opposition supporters will be next. Who can say at this rate of oppression against people using their democratic rights to speak their minds?

Photo courtesy of Photolur.

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