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Dutch Impressions: And The Dutch Crowd Goes Wild..

Now most people (if any) who read my stuff know that I’m not the type to go all wild about silly things like a football match, even when played by the Dutch team.
But yesterday was one of those exceptions to the rule: an enjoyable evening spent with quite some enthousiastic people in a tent watching the game against France for the European Cup. The match itself took me to new levels of nervous suspence combined with a lot of joy.
Still doesn’t make me Dutch, but I do enjoy the Dutch enjoying themselves in this way: totally unreserved euphoria.

National Anthem During France v Holland

France v Holland - Game Over - Celebrating Victory

France v Holland - Game Over - Celebrating Victory And The Anthem Again

Dutch Impressions: Culture - Ze Germans (and football)..

The Dutch, like many other European countries, have a special relationship with Germany. Let’s have a look at stuff that possibly could have determined that relationship. It sure as hell has to do with two world wars; during the first the Dutch stayed neutral but let’s say that they were a bit pro-German or at least anti-British. And when the Kaiser had to flee his home country, he found refuge and asylum in the Netherlands.
The second world war was a bit more intense for the Dutch-German relationship, seeing as the Germans occupied the Netherlands for five years.

No love lost, and the Dutch are the forgiving kind, of course.. Except.. When it comes to.. Football.. Ouch..

Football, not soccer, as our Beckham-loving neighbours in the US call it; football is a whole different story. The Germans have the reputation for being a solid, yet uninteresting team and seemingly capable of growing in form during a tournament. The Germans won the European and World Cup a bazillion time this way: being superior and still bore the fuck out of the stadium crowd. Almost arrogantly proud of making the watching of two dung beetles copulating a more interesting event than watching German football.

Now the Dutch weren’t that good at football early on, but the Golden Age started in the seventies, with an always to be unnamed team from Amsterdam beating the crap out almost every team in Europe. The level of quality was incredible and it got Us into the finals of the World Cup in 1974, against Germany.. In Germany.. Google what happened, willya?

I didn’t actually experience that tournament cause I was a bit too young. But when I came over in ‘79, it took me less than a month to understand the fact that the Dutch lost that final and that the Dutch people felt cheated and pissed off with that result. In my later teens I discovered that for the Dutch, that defeat almost seemed to mean more to them than the whole five year of German occupation. I can imagine how that felt; it reminded me of the first time I saw the Dutch beat Curaçao at baseball: an unacceptable wrongness..

Anyways, in ‘88 there was a small renaissance in Dutch football and the Dutch went back to Germany for the European Cup. I simply can not forget when the Dutch qualified for the finals by beating the Germans; it was as if winning the finals was less important then beating the Germans. We took the bus to Rotterdam to celebrate this double victory and I distinctly remember shouting in a drunken euphoric haze that We defeated the Krauts [Dutch variant: moffen].

First off, who’s We? Bottom line is that even with a Dutch passport, there will never be a We/Us situation. I can belong to Us if I do well in sports or entertainment and keep my nose clean.
If I make one mistake or transgression, it’s over: I’m not one of Us anymore, back to being one of Them. That’s how I felt, I may be harsh and wrong, but that’s part and parcel of not ever really being one of Them.
To quote the wise humanist T. Pratchett:
Uhm, I’m not one of them. I’m one of me.. :)

Second, what the hell did the Germans ever do to me? I wasn’t there during the WW’s nor had I really experienced the WC Finals of ‘74. So why should I be so hateful against the Germans?
Part of the answer: because it’s football and therefore not a rational thing; during an event like this, people forget their little differences and Everybody is one of Us.
Another part of the answer: because it’s the German football team - one of the most boring teams ever, that almost always seem to grow in strength through mediocrity during a tournament.
It’s always a great joy to see creativity beat mediocrity, even on this level of social interaction.

A bit of Orange, always nice..

References (in random order of importance):
Wikipedia icon Football World Cup 1974
Wikipedia icon Football European Cup 1988
Wikipedia icon Kaiser Wilhelm II
Wikipedia icon That unnamed club from Amsterdam (ahem..)

Movie: Ober (Waiter)

General Info
Title: Ober (Waiter)
Year: 2006

Ober (Waiter)

 

In Short
Edgar, a grey and disgruntled guy working as a waiter in a crummy restaurant, is unhappy. Unhappy about his work, his bed-ridden wife, his love-ridden mistress, his criminal neighbors, everything. Things keep getting worse for him, so he decides to take it up with The Writer Of His Life’s Story..

The Movie
Visuals
Nice dark and grey settings - it’s gloom and doom, all the way. The styling of the sets is slightly disorientating: you keep thinking it’s somewhere in the 1950’s, kinda anachronistic..

Plot
Life sucks and then you get rewritten? Something like that. The plot has this nice twist but it doesn’t go anywhere useful. It’s a great idea to confront your character with its Creator, but at the end of the story it’s more about the creator than the character. Nice meta-thingy going on, but just not used in an interesting way..

Cast
Nice cast, no disturbing performances.

Conclusion
Hmm.. Not a fan of Dutch movies, coz they’re usually quite useless, except for Leve De Koningin (Long Live the Queen). I like writer/director Alex van Warmerdam’s off-beatness, but with this movie I kept wondering how it would’ve turned out if the Belgians (Delicatessen) of French (Amelie) had developed this movie.. It’s slightly weird but never entertaining.

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

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This Week (12-Nov-2004)

This week.. well, should call it this month.. Over here in Holland, we got ourselves a very, very disturbing shituation: Theo van Gogh, a controversial movie director, was assassinated last week in Amsterdam. You probably heard it on the news, it got coverage on the BBC, CNN and other media outlets. Why was he killed? Obvious yet difficult answer: a 26 year old Dutchman of Maroccan origin couldn’t agree with Van Gogh’s views on Islam and decided to take matters in his own hands. There are a lot of discussions on a lot of topics going on: the real reason behind the murder, the bombing and burning of mosks and islamic schools, the bewildering fire attacks on christian buildings (in retaliation?), the anger, revulsion and fear of most citizens (regardless of religious views), the politicians fumbling the ball on every aspect of the event and, last but not least, the mismatch between the supposedly politically correct tolerant self-image of Dutch society and the reality of a society that has to deal with having about one million people of a religion they don’t know but fear.
Do not get me wrong, I don’t especially like or dislike Islam, I sure as hell do not dislike anybody because of their beliefs. I’m a bit more of the disliking of people in general and that’s based on my moods. People I specifically dislike are those that use the commotion to gain personal or political profit and those who are playing judge, jury and executioner by taking matters in their own hands.
What can be done? Don’t know, I’ve been keeping myself a bit emotionally distanced from the whole thing. because getting overcome by all this is something that happens way too easy. Personally, I think that the confrontation is inevitable: part of the hate and revenge cycle must probably run its course, but a different confrontation should happen also, where people of all beliefs and background should talk about what happened and try to start understanding each other a bit better. Now, I know I sound like Rodney “Why can’t we just all get along?” King, but this has to be stated by all parties concerned: we do not get along with eachother on all topics of life all the time, but at least we should be able to agree to disagree and find a way to work with that given truth.

What else? Well… So, Bush won and this election has shown us that what people want in a leader is defined by location: people on the west side of the Atlantic (the voters) want a man who can make Tough Decisions and takes a Moral stand against Evil. People on the other side of the pond (and the rest of the world probably) want a man that understands that his responsibilities extend beyond his own yard, so either you keep the smoke from your BBQ in check or you invite your neighbours over for a nice meal and share the wealth and responsibility.

What else? Well..  The Dutch Shituation took another turn for the worse when a routine arrest of possible terrorists went wrong and resulted in a 10 hour siege in the middle of The Hague. In the end the suspects were arrested but three policemen were injured during the initial arrest. What really, really made things interesting is that two of the suspects were brothers, children of an American-Dutch couple. The young guys were converted to Islam a coupla years ago. Now, how scary is it, when you can’t identify a muslim terrorist by his traditional beard, darker skin and other simple stereotypes, because now the terrorist can be a white anglo-saxon middle-income, suburban kid? Wow.. Now we’ll even have to adjust our prejudices, that’s just too much!

What else? Well.. Band Aid 2004 is happening and the lineup of the current incarnation holds the cream of the crop of pop stars. I really couldn’t give a flying frig about the stars or the fact that I really, really hate hearing another cover of the “Do They Know It’s Christmas?” track. But, I’m very glad that there is renewed attention to the people in need in this world and that will help me endure even Dido or Coldplay. Even more important: the Live Aid DVD box is on sale now and I’m guessing all or most of the money generated will also go to the Band Aid Trust, so buy the frigging thing. I remember that day like it was yesterday.. not really, coz twenty years on a lot of other things kinda happened, but I do know I was in front of the TV during the whole thing with my tape deck and VCR in recording pause, waiting for my favorite bands and artists to perform. Two things will always remain in my brain: Sting’s performance with Branford Marsalis (I’m guessing, “Roxanne“) and the video they showed with music from The Cars, “Drive“. Every fucking time I heard that song after seeing the video, I still get chills down my spine: the whole world saw what Live Aid was fighting for - the people in need, the pain and agony and heart and strength. So just buy the frigging thing, willya?

What else? Well.. I got bored again, so I googled this up for ya: Mescaline Experiences

This week’s album reviews:
Joss Stone - “Mind, Body And Soul“
The Streets - “A Grand Don’t Come For Free“

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This Week (04-Oct-2004)

This week I went to see little Mical, she’s so tiny! I must be getting sentimental =sniff=

What else? Well… Over in England, people are getting exited about football (again). First off, an American business wants to buy up quite a large share in Manchester United FC, Ltd. Corp. and that’s a  big no-no. How the hell are you gonna let the country that calls a national baseball title “The World Series” get involved with British football? How the hell can a football club gain so much financial power that it becomes a visible financial target instead of a frigging football club?
The Spanish coach, who should remain nameless as he is clueless, made a silly mistake. The coach told a player of the Spanish national team that he’s better than his fellow striker at Arsenal, Thierry Henry. Little detail: the coach emphasized this by “colouring” his words, which got headlines in the English tabloids, accusing the coach of being racist. Wow, what’s scary? The fact that the mistake was made or that a camera crew just happened to be there when the mistake was made?

What else? Well..  Janet Leigh passed away. Final shower curtain for a classic actress.

What else? Well.. Rumsfeld happened.. Silly rabbit. “No, our judgement wasn’t sound because of the wrong intelligence.” [insert media spin, shake for three hours] “No our intelligence wasn’t wrong and that’s why our judgement still remains sound”. One day later another American enquiry testified before Congress (or the House, dunno.. it’s not like it’s my prerogative to be factual) and reported that there still aren’t any WMD’s to be found.

What else? Well.. I got bored again, so I googled this up for ya: Fierljeppen

What else? Well.. Over in Holland we got the infotainment show coming up, letting the audience to vote for the Greatest Dutchman (person, if you wanna get all PC about it). The shows producers are still busy working on the shortlist, but during their research they discovered a very painful thing: Anne Frank isn’t Dutch, she didn’t receive Dutch citizenship when she came over from Germany as a refugee. Well, these things happened and still do, but what really made me wanna become a refugee and ask for human asylum, was the way the public and especially the politicians reacted. The politicians wanted to grant her citizenship posthumously, the sick hypocritical bastards! You should’ve heard the wankers make their comments in the media, any soundbite to get their profile.

This week’s album reviews:
Tom Waits - “Real Gone”
Paul Weller - “Studio 150”

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