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Casa del Popolo

The ‘House of the People,’ or Casa del Popolo as it’s known, is a Montreal community staple you can’t miss. For almost 13 years, it’s been fulfilling a particular set of desires common to the Montreal citizenry: good vegetarian food, good coffee, good liquor, good tunes, and great local art.

High ceilings give you air to think and breathe while you’re sipping your fair trade. Sink into one of Popolo’s unpretentiously eclectic couches or chairs, and lose yourself in thought. Make sure you enjoy the art on the walls; it might change before your next visit.

A giant blackboard to the right of the door lists upcoming shows (some held at sister venue La Sala Rossa across the street). The big bartop to the left and the friendly folk behind it will get you hooked up with vegetarian wraps, sandwiches, and more (try the spicy tofu sandwich with a pint of St. Ambroise Apricot).

Don’t overlook the Distrobo, a machine tucked to the left of the bar that dispenses an ever-changing assortment of ‘zines, buttons, and tapes for $2. Take advantage of the $4 pint special from 5-7 p.m.

—Casa del Popolo is located at 4873 St. Laurent. For further information about their free events and more, check out casadelpopolo.com. 

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Le Cagibi

Locals will proudly inform you (in addition to boldly asserting that Harvard is America’s McGill) that Montreal is Canada’s worthy answer to New York. While the general sentiment is somewhat bucolic, Montreal does hold a few gems that would fit snugly on the ground floor of a refurbished textile factory in Williamsburg. In the realm of coffee shops, few exude the redolence of hipster grunge quite as pungently as Le Cagibi.

A vegetarian eatery, music venue, and café rolled into one, Le Cagibi occupies prime real estate in the Mecca of nonchalance commonly known as the Mile End. Decorated with a hodgepodge of old furniture, ramshackle chairs, and tables placed ad-hoc on the wooden floors, Le Cagibi consists of two homey, dimly illuminated rooms.  On occasional evenings, small acts remove the table from a low-lying stage and set up musical shop. If you’re fortunate, you’ll catch a low-key performance on a winter evening while drinking a big bowl of coffee ($4). Otherwise, if your habits tend towards the matinal, start a day of study with the Morning Rumble.

 —Le Cagibi sits on the corner of Saint Viateur and Saint Laurent. If you’re in the mood to catch a show, check out the calendar at www.lecagibi.ca

Dennis (Kim Kold) and Toi (Lamaiporn Hougaard) share a tender embrace. (www.filmmovementcanada.com)
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Bodybuilders have feelings too

Teddy Bear is a study in contrasts. The dissonance between a tattooed, muscle-bound hulk of a man and his utter domination by those thin and frail is a wonder to behold. This is the state in which Dennis, the titular character of Teddy Bear, is introduced: so nervous on his date that he mindlessly copies her order and ends up with food to which he is allergic. “Why did you order it?” “I didn’t think it had shrimp.” A look. “In a shrimp cocktail?”

Though clad in Schwarzenegger-esque musculature, Dennis (Kim Kold) is more reminiscent of a painfully awkward adolescent. Many aspects of Dennis’ life suggests a man in stasis: from the fact that he’s still living with his mother at age 38, to his computer, which runs Windows 98.

Many lacking Dennis’ physique manage to get the better of him—in one memorable scene, he is emasculated at a urinal by a prostitute. One individual who does this with unfaltering persistency is Dennis’ own mother, played with a convincing mix of infirmity and callousness by Elsebeth Steentoft. Manifesting physical frailty and an indomitable will, she is Dennis’ very antithesis. Her tactics are formidable: a Molotov cocktail of shame and pity.  The size disadvantage is more than compensated by her adroit grasp of psychological manipulation. Some may find her almost sympathetic, but I disagree; if anything, the character is not and Steentoft makes her so.

The cinematography masterfully accentuates this atmosphere, shooting a bedside conversation at a diagonal angle to emphasize Dennis’ mass, or pulling back to a well-edited reveal of the pair’s relative heights (for the record, she is below Dennis’ shoulder). The hand-held camera conveys intimacy to the point where I felt awkward prying. A proliferation of medium shots, as opposed to tight close-ups, has the effect of hitting home Dennis’ loneliness. Even in group gatherings, the camera manages to frame him alone.

Much of the film takes place in Thailand, where Dennis travels in search of love. The filmmakers should be commended for their breakaway from stereotypes; the audience’s first look at the “exotic East” is composed of spacious highways and English billboards, projecting the very core of modernization and globalization.

The film is very modest in its general arc. Writer-director Mads Matthiesen valorizes a love that is old-fashioned. A throwback, the kind based on chance and hard knocks. Individual scenes pulse with warmth, yet the plot unfolds in a predictable fashion. Teddy Bear personifies the unfortunate instance in which the whole is less than the sum of its parts. However, this drawback neither diminishes the pleasure obtained from watching Dennis’ personal growth, nor the frustration felt when the solution, so simple to the audience, remains just out of reach.

One can see the film’s “moment of truth” coming from a mile away – the imminent collision of Dennis’ two worlds, the promise of a train wreck – unfolding with awkward timidity. This is not quite so. The climax is skipped over for the denouement. There’s no yelling, no triumphant catharsis — just an acknowledgement that love is a complicated, messy, beautiful thing.

—Teddy Bear opens Friday, September 7th at Cinema du Parc, 3575 avenue du Parc.

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Roman Holiday

Despite a longstanding love of film, I’ve never been drawn to Woody Allen’s neurotic charm.

My review of To Rome With Love, therefore, should have been nothing more than another addition to the burgeoning disappointment of the majority of film critics. In fact, I was so taken aback by its simple charm and unaffectedly playful honesty that I followed To Rome With Love with three more of Allen’s films.

Having proclaimed his love for New York, Barcelona, and Paris, Allen has finally turned towards this clever homage to Rome. The film follows four concurrent stories: a young architect (Jesse Eisenberg) falling in love with his girlfriend’s affected best friend (Ellen Page); a white-collar nobody (Roberto Benigni) who gains brusque, illustrious fame; a retired record company executive (Woody Allen) who attempts to recapture his glory days, and a provincial couple who have just moved to Rome. Apart from disappointingly flat performances surrounding Page and Eisenberg (excluding a brief appearance by Alec Baldwin), and Allen’s on-screen wife (Judy Davis) appearing somewhat forced, the cast is largely attuned to Allen’s vision.

The film’s impact, however, is much greater than the individual performances. While a number of critics hectored To Rome With Love for its absence of cohesion, this charge speaks more to a cerebral indolence on the part of the authors than to the quality of their subject. Allen’s object of study in these stories is allure: the siren call of fame, the desire to taste spurious grandeur. Such is Allen’s Rome –  deceptively glamorous; and in spite of its somewhat aggrandized romantic nature, simply another city filled with indelibly joyous bubbling life.

A Tseltal wood-carved jaguar greets visitors. (Carolina Millán Ronchetti / McGill Tribune)
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Life and death meet the quotidien

This September, the aesthetic of mortality is on display in Montreal for Life and Death, Expressions of Daily Activities in the Worldview of the Contemporary Indigenous Peoples, an exhibit at the Espacio Mexico exploring the spaces between the funeral and the festive.

The intimate venue, showcasing roughly 40 arts and crafts pieces from 14 of the 68 surviving indigenous groups in Mexico, is the country’s first state-supported exhibition of indigenous art at an international location. The majority of the pieces were created by young artists who blend ancient techniques learned in their close communities with avant-garde approaches.  By including works that represent traditional approaches and juxtaposing them with modern interpretations of indigenous art, the exhibit traces the cultural evolution of these communities while celebrating the survival of ancient techniques.

Phil Price, a member of the public relations department of the Mexican Contemporary Indigenous Art Museum (MAIC), explains that the exhibit aims to shape the contemporary portrayal of indigenous groups.

“[We seek …] a flip in the mentality with which indigenous groups are seen and more importantly how they see themselves,” Price said. “Indigenous groups are labelled in a rather general manner as ‘poor,’ referring specifically to an economic context. Widely ignored, however, is their incredibly rich culture, traditions, language and artistic knowledge.”

This richness of the groups’ culture and tradition is immediately apparent upon entering the exhibit. Organized geographically, the display guides viewers through the indigenous groups from the north, centre, and south of Mexico, showcasing arts and crafts in different media.

The central theme surrounding this panoply is the close relationship between life and death. From the northern desert areas of the nation, the exhibit explores pottery made with different types of clay and dyed with pastes consisting of crushed insects. String and percussion musical instruments, as well as traditional decorations used in ritual dances are also present.

The portrayal of indigenous groups belonging to Central Mexico is remarkably varied, forming an amalgam of the native and the European. Some of the more memorable displays included colourfully painted celebrations of nature and agriculture, mixing Christian imagery with indigenous Nahua symbols and mud skulls clad in nun attire, inspired by the national “Day of the Dead” celebration.

In the South, rainforest imagery permeates the artwork. These include an imposing carving of a jaguar, peyote-inspired art employing beads representing a creation myth, and traditional textiles.

Additionally, the exhibit showcases music samples from each region and traditional poetry, displayed in the original languages as well as in English and French.

Ulimately, the exhibition succeeds at showcasing the breadth and diversity of Mexican indigenous traditions. The striking differences in texture, media, and imagery vary starkly—from the austere neutral colours and rustic wooden shapes of the north, to the eclectic and intricate bead designs of the south.  Although the display depicts Mexico as a nation with remarkably vivid indigenous culture, the lack of focus hinders the overall effect of the exhibit. The various media employed make it much more difficult to connect to the character of each indigenous group. This leaves the exhibit toeing the treacherous line of tokenizing each indigenous group by reducing them to a single salient characteristic. A narrowing of scope would lead to a more true appreciation of the complexities characterizing each community.

Despite the loose connection between some of the selections, this artistic sampler accomplishes its aim of highlighting the resilience of indigenous culture in Mexico. While the display takes into account how different groups’ techniques often adapted to include European motifs and approaches, it also celebrates the survival of indigenous culture and traditional art forms despite centuries of colonization.

“[Our proposition is for] this expansive ancestral wisdom to be something not just consigned to history books,” Price said. “Instead, from this living and breathing diversity, contemporary society can learn as we ponder our own existence and look towards constructing a sustainable future for human beings and the planet.”

Life and Death, Expressions of Daily Activities in the Worldview of the Contemporary Indigenous Peoples, brought by the Mexican Contemporary Indigenous Art Museum (MAIC) and organized by the NGO Espacios de Arte Nomada (EAN),  is on display until Sept. 14 at Espacio Mexico (2055 Peel St.) Admission is free of charge.

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Purity Ring: Shrines

The debut album from Montreal duo Purity Ring defies definability. Airy, synth-pop, electro: each label is only a piece of the puzzle. The picture only becomes clear once one listens to their tracks.

“Obedear” is a subdued single full of the swirling, jangling pop  that Purity Ring is known for. Lead singer Megan James has a pristine nymph-like voice, yet sings lyrics like “tear our skin up out from the bottom.” Such contrast gives Purity Ring an eerie, unexpected presence. With each listen, new notes, beats, sounds, and feelings are discovered.

A surprising strength of this album is that it simply doesn’t make much sense. While the lyrics may be clear to the duo, listeners are faced with abstract verses filled with word associations unlikely to be endorsed by Webster’s Dictionary. The line in “Amenamy,” “plug up your wormholes and give them/to feeders and spirits be freer” is just one of the many examples of Purity Ring’s avant-garde lyricism.

While the songs share similarities—which could also be a point of criticism— the album altogether is nothing short of breathtaking. Best listened to with a beer, comfy clothes, and preferably outside with a couple of friends, the wildfire word-of-mouth spread of Shrines has happened for good reason.

—Haley Kemp

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Mother Mother: The Sticks

Ever since the release of their debut album Touch Up in 2007, BC’s indie rock darlings Mother Mother have been know for their catchy rhythms and haunting harmonies. Three albums and a whirlwind global tour later, they have returned with The Sticks.

The Sticks aims for a cohesive theme, a feature absent from the group’s previous albums; both lyrically and structurally, the tracks attempt to distill the modern world. The general arc of the album aims at the contemporary lifestyle, beseeching man to “take off your cage, and go back to the wild.” The artists’ efforts, however, are mixed. While some songs create beautiful juxtapositions, others fall flat — relying on rhythmic sequences self-plagiarized from their previous work. The album’s lyrics are dark: songs like “Little Pistols” contrast soft violins and acoustic guitar with phrases like, “I want brimstone in my garden/I want roses set on fire.”

“Bit by Bit” is arguably one of the album’s strongest tracks. “Bit by bit I’m going to get my bricks back in the sticks”) skillfully ties in their motifs. It is one of the few non-acoustic songs that does not emerge as overbearing.

Mother Mother should, however, give more consideration to their thematic goals. Tracks are fattened with diagetic noise; the crooning children and cawing gulls do nothing except add bulk. The hypocrisy of an album that lyrically preaches natural simplicity but musically practices self-indulgent excess is difficult to miss.

Without a doubt, Mother Mother knows the formula for catchy songs. Their harmonies are strong and the band uses an assortment of instruments with noticeable adroitness.  Still, this formula is not groundbreaking. While The Sticks is palatable and conceptually interesting, it offers nothing we haven’t heard before.

—Hilary Dyck

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All the curiosity that’s fit to deliver

The McGill Tribune has covered McGill and Montreal since 1981, initially as the official newspaper of the Student Society of McGill University (SSMU). Since its independence from SSMU in 2010, the Tribune has been operated autonomously by the Tribune Publication Society (TPS). All McGill students are automatically members of the TPS by virtue of their student dues, which support the newspaper, and anyone can attend the meetings of our Board of Directors.

We publish every week on Tuesdays, and cover issues of interest to the student body.  To meet this criteria, the Tribune does not adhere to a constitution or agenda when it comes to editorial stance.  Our editorial board changes annually, and the views of the paper fluctuate in accordance. Instead, what guides the Tribune is a consistent commitment to critical thinking and open-mindedness in our stories and editorials. We operate under the idea that we are a newspaper by and for McGill students, and we seek to report in a manner that encourages our readers to think inquisitively about issues of importance to the McGill community. This concept drives the way in which the Tribune presents facts, asks questions, and comments on student life.

Our brand of reporting is unique both naturally and by design. Students who choose to become editors of a student journal are internally motivated to cover issues they deem important to student life. They remain persistent in face of the often demanding task of recording student life at McGill.  Editors hail from diverse backgrounds, and are drawn to the Tribune’s even-keeled coverage and worldview. Each section has its own personality that changes year to year. As a result, our sections operate independently of the whole, and editors are fairly autonomous in choosing what they want to cover.

The analytical nature of our coverage is also structural: we editorialize on issues we choose to discuss and editorials are written based on a consensus we’ve reached following an extensive discussion. Rather than addressing each issue with a predetermined set of principles, editorials are written on a case-by-case basis. Our ideologically-varied editorial board allows for tough editorial meetings and a multifaceted analysis of the issues at hand. Our columnists boast a range of political views, because a broad range of opinions have their place at the Tribune. Our structure allows us to remain committed to critical thinking and to reflect the views of the current editorial board. As a result, during any given week, the Tribune’s editorial stance is not a foregone conclusion but subject to shift based on an analysis of the facts.

It’s difficult, if not impossible, to separate a writer’s narrative from an ideal of objective fact. Therefore,  we seek instead to incorporate the views all those who wish to contribute, by having open and critical discussions on topics of interest to the community.   The Tribune’s commitment to tackling each issue anew, independently of a constitution and through a multifarious lens, can be best summed up by the tagline at the bottom of this year’s new logo: Curiosity Delivers.

It’s likely the coming year will be just as exciting and engaging as the last. As always, we will continue to work to cover McGill critically, fairly, and impartially. Make sure to pick us up every Tuesday and to check out our revamped website, www.thetribune.ca.  As always, we welcome your feedback in the form of letters to the editor sent to [email protected]. For up-to-date coverage, follow us on Twitter (@mcgill_tribune), like us on Facebook, and stay curious.

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A choice with no good options

The voting options in Quebec’s election yesterday were akin to the choice between being punched in the gut and being punched in the face; both are extremely painful or something to be avoided at all costs. Unfortunately, the responsibility of an active citizen, especially in an election this important, forced me to choose between a slate of unappealing candidates.

The long-ruling Liberals were attractive in the sense that they were the most staunchly Federalist party contesting this election, and I was assured that no sovereignty shenanigans would happen under their watch.  They have also, rightly in my mind, pointed out that social spending in Quebec is out of control, although whether or not raising tuition fees is the appropriate response to this fact can be argued. However, the alleged corruption that wafts from the Charest government makes even holding my nose to vote for them would prove difficult.

The PQ ran an extremely nativist campaign. Pauline Marois threatened to empower French language laws, promising to make it harder for Francophone students to go to English CEGEPs. On one occasion, Marois even shamefully stated that crucifixes are acceptable in public venues, but other displays of religion are not.  The PQ has also stated that they will push for a new referendum, and it is not hard to imagine that they will try to extort Ottawa for a favoured status for Quebec based on perceived and imagined slights. On top of this, the PQ has flip-flopped on the tuition increase issue, opportunistically supporting the student protestors when it was popular, and then walking away slowly from this position when the opinion polls turned against them.

The new CAQ party at first seemed quite promising. They are comprised of former Federalist and Sovereigntists, and have proposed avoiding any referendum talks for the near future. Instead, the CAQ has suggested that Quebec should focus on pressing social and economic issues. While this seems admirable in theory, the reality is that leader Francois Legault had been very vague on how he would solve many of the problems facing Quebec. Not to mention the fact that Legault was a former PQ cabinet minister is troubling. Ludicrously, the CAQ has also mused about charging McGill medical graduates a fine if they practice outside of Quebec.  In addition, any political party that gives themselves an acronym that leads so easily to sophomoric jokes is probably not ready for the big-time.

Quebec Solidaire is a no-go for me, because like the PQ, they are a hard line sovereigntist party. Also, they also will be lucky to win any seat besides Amir Khadir’s, which, essentially, would make a vote for them feel wasted.

The only viable option in my mind was to vote for the Liberal party—the lesser of four evils. No, they aren’t very competent. Yes, they are probably corrupt. But at the end of the day, they are the most Anglo-friendly party relative to all others, and a vote for them seems like the best option for avoiding another referendum, keeping Canada united, and hopefully bringing social peace to Quebec. These facts alone, as disappointing as they are, had me checking a box next to Jacques Chagnon in Westmount-St Louis yesterday.

— Joshua Freedman

a, Opinion

Welcome to McGill

I have been at McGill and in Montreal for exactly three years now, give or take a few American Thanksgivings. When my parents left after driving me up to Montreal, being in a new place really hit home. What was I doing in Canada, alone? For the first few weeks of school, I felt like I was holding my breath. Now, I’ve made my home the Tribune office, and I know the nightly janitor by name.

It’s hard to know when exactly I stopped being new here and started being the person welcoming you in a column.  Getting comfortable here has been a long process, one that I think I’m only gradually undergoing. Many of you first arriving at McGill are experiencing something similar; for the first time in your life, you’re on your own. Transitioning to college is hard in general—and, in addition to the typical “college stuff” that you need to get used to, there’s a steep learning curve at McGill in particular. It’s a big school, in (what most people consider to be) a big city, and is notoriously bureaucratic and disjointed. The first time I realized how much red tape surrounded McGill was when I tried to register for courses and couldn’t figure out Minerva. This feeling came again when I emailed my advisor for help and she responded, “Please email someone else.” There was no immediate sense of community that I got.

Oddly, the impersonal experience at McGill is what I have grown to love about it. Sure, it’s tough, but it’s given me the opportunity to grow up in the best way possible: on my own. I’ve learned that if I want to get something done, the best way to do it is to get it done myself.

That said, this doesn’t mean that we’re completely on our own. Within McGill, there are many institutional and student-run organizations that can help to shrink and provide context to McGill’s big world. There are resources available to give you the help or the friendliness you need—but it’s up to you to ask. In my case, it was up me to gather up the courage to knock on the Tribune’s office door unsolicited. The independence I’ve learned at McGill isn’t a go-it-alone one, but one that’s given the confidence to begin to ask for help, to distinguish between the right and the wrong questions, and to know that if I want to do something, I need to be proactive in seeking out the next steps.

The Tribune has provided a smaller, more supportive world within McGill. At the Tribune, I’ve become a stronger writer, a more confident speaker, and hopefully more organized. All of this is to say that you can find your people or your “thing” here; but at McGill it’s incumbent upon you to take that first step.

I’m not particularly fit to give advice just because of my position at the Tribune—I have just been lucky enough to get the opportunity to share my experience with you. Though I expect I would have adjusted almost anywhere with a roof, a campus, and the offer of a degree, I feel very happy that I ended up here. It’s not for everyone, but for me, McGill’s size has offered an opportunity to learn how to do things myself, and the Tribune’s inclusiveness has afforded me the support I needed to grow in other ways. That was my experience: yours is your own, and it doesn’t matter what you do with it, as long as you know that it counts.

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