Wednesday, December 31, 2008

So Long, 2008

I have no recommendations for films to watch on New Years eve.  Of course, you should watch something with Meryl Streep in it, but unless I get really industrious I doubt I am.  Last year I went to see Enchanted with my parents and I don't remember what I did the year before.  I do remember one New Years party with friends where we watch Monty Python and Mars Attacks.  Classics.

I don' think it really matters, it's mostly a holiday for getting plastered anyway.  I very much doubt that I'll be getting plastered tonight, but I do believe in the power of champagne.  Maybe my friends and I will watch a movie, but it's more likely we'll play a lot of DDR and have pizza.  If we were watching a movie, here's what I'd chose:  

Postcards from the Edge - This was one of the first Meryl Streep movies I saw and I love it.  It's not always happy, but it's bitingly funny and has a phenomenal story.  It also has one of my favorite lines ever for a movie: "I think I'm going to go weave a basket now."

Mars Attacks - It's really stupid, and I like stupid.

Modern Times - I saw this movie with a live orchestra once and I don't think anything will ever top that, but it's still an awesome movie.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show - For one night and one night only, the NBC peacock meets God!

Happy New Year.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The Originals

We didn't watch television when I was growing up.  Hell, we didn't even have a TV until I was four.  It's the same one we have now.  It lives in a cart thing that my dad built with wheels on it so it can be pushed back in the closet when it's not in use.  From this it's possible to discern my parents' general attitude towards the whole television concept.  TV was fine, but there were better things to do.  Our TV has never played channels.  Once my dad dug up an ancient antenna and we watched a very fuzzy winter Olympics.  When I was little I got to watch one movie a week.  We would go to the movie store on Friday after school and I would agonize over which movie I'd watch.  The major problem in the whole system was that when I really liked a movie I didn't want to see anything else.  I watched Hercules so many times that my mother just gave in and bought it.  But that wasn't the first one.  First it was Doctor Dolittle.  And this was long before the Eddie Murphey version, this was the old school Rex Harrison musical.  I thought talking to animals would be the coolest thing ever.  Week after week that was what came home from the movie store.

My parents got sick of Doctor Dolittle much quicker than I did so in order to save their sanity they got my started on Swiss Family Robinson.  I loved that movie.  It started a continuing adoration of tree houses.  There was also pirates and climbing in trees and jungle creatures.  What not to love?  I was never a big fan of the whole brothers in love with the same girl story line, mostly because at that age romance was still an overrated concept.  But the rest of it was fantastic.

I don't remember what was after Robinson.  Either Hercules or Star Wars.  High quality entertainment.  Movies were a big deal in my house.  I didn't get to watch cartoons on weekends, I did that at other peoples' houses, I watched movies.   And I think I treasured them because they were so rare.  To my parents credit, their regime of one movie a week didn't last very long, but it still made an impact.  As I got older I outgrew movie Fridays and watching the same movie continuously.  I've seen a lot of movies, and they stick with me better than most things.  Film is one of the few topics where I feel I can hold my own in conversation.  Unless it's about porn, I still haven't seen Zombie Strippers staring Jenna Jameson.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Happy-Go-Synecdoche

I don't remember what my first movie was.  Some kids do, they can recount the first time their parents sat them down in front of the strange black box.  It's usually Disney or one of the classics like The Sound of Music or The Wizard of Oz.  I don't think my first was The Wizard of Oz, but it must have been one of the earlier ones because I can distinctly remember an absolute terror of the Wicked Witch of the West.  At my daycare when I was three we used to stage frequent productions of The Wizard of Oz in the living room.  On those days I was forced to play the Wicked Witch that way I couldn't be frightened of myself.  Mostly all that was required of the role was sitting in the corner while clutching the disgusting broom from the kitchen.  The whole experience was an early indicator that I was not meant to be an actor.

Movies were a big deal at my daycare.  Once a month or so all the parents would meet for secret discussions the children weren't privy to.  We would get pizza and cram into the tiny back room in front of the TV.  I don't really remember watching movies at these gatherings.  I remember long arguments about what movie we should watch and long stretches when the TV was having technical difficulties.  During one of those waits one of the older kids told us that the black and white static on the screen was teams of black and white ants racing.  Every few minutes we'd get to ask which team was wining.

On Friday I saw "Happy-Go-Lucky" and last night I saw "Synecdoche, New York."  HGL I really wanted to like, but it fell short.  I think the main problem was I could never really like the main character, she always kind of bugged me.  So I watched all of her exploits with mild irritation.  Then none of her exploits were resolved in the end.  They just kept introducing story lines and none of them were completely wrapped up.  

Synecdoche on the other hand.... wow, that's a trip.  It's written and directed by Charlie Kaufman, the guy who did Adaptation and Being John Malkovich.  I'll watch Adaptation at some point, Meryl Streep's in it, and Being John Malkovich is one of my favorite movies.  I went in expecting something pretty trippy, but still brilliant.  That was what I saw, but the trippy really outweighs the brilliant.  I felt like I was trying to process a new way of looking at everything while trying to keep up with the story and multitude of characters.  James over at A Blogwork Orange says it's a film that must be seen twice.  That would probably help.  It's quite the creative work and the performances are incredible.  But it fucks with your mind.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Hysteria at a Funeral

I watch a lot of movies on the weekends. This weekend I think I watched more movies than I did homework. In some cultures that's what's known as screwing yourself over, but I call it watching a lot of movies. Some day I'll actually plan ahead and watch Meryl Streep movies. But obviously that hasn't happened yet.

Friday night I saw The Dark Knight. Fuck, that movie is scary. I'm scared of clowns, I don't think it was a good decision to see it. I'm still trying to come up with a logical, not roundabout way to link it to Meryl Streep, this is the best I've got so far. Michael Caine is in The Dark Knight and Little Voice with Ewan McGregor who's in Moulin Rouge with Nicole Kidman who's in The Hours with Meryl Streep. But it doesn't make any sense in my head that Meryl Streep and Michael Caine haven't done anything together because they're both so brilliant, yet nothing is coming to mind. I might have to look that up later.

I spent most of Saturday in Philly. We went to the protest against Prop 8 in front of City Hall and that was pretty amazing. It's awesome to see so many people out there supporting something that wasn't even on the ballot here. And I think we all need a good protest now and again, good for the soul. We have freedom of speech and right to assemble, good not to forget how to use it. After protesting we went to South Street to buy things for Rocky Horror. Not everyone just has garter belts and fishnets lying around. Although wouldn't that be handy?

Saturday night there was a screening of Death at a Funeral. My role was to put the DVD in the DVD player and push play. I almost couldn't take the excitement. Luckily, I held it together because I spent most of Death at a Funeral laughing hysterically. British humor is so under-appreciated here. All our movies should include blackmail, acid, and everything possible going utterly wrong. I have two ways to link it to Meryl Streep and both of them I'm missing names. And both of them use the movie Love, Actually. So, there's a guy in Death at a Funeral who was on an amazing British sitcom called "All in the Family." I think. He was also in Love, Actually, he played Colin, who goes to Wisconsin to pick up girls. One of the better story lines of the movie. Also in Love, Actually is Colin Firth - wow that sentence was written by Yoda. Anyway, Colin Firth is in Mamma Mia! too. I think I use him too much.

Then we watched Rocky Horror. I love that movie. I'm Brad in our show of it here. Susan Sarandon was in The Banger Sisters with Goldie Hawn who was in Death Becomes Her with Meryl. So Hah. I'm late for history.

Edit: Epic fail. Colin Frissell, the guy from Love, Actually is played by Kris Marshall, who was in the sitcom "My Family," not "All in the Family." Oh well, I was close. But otherwise that works.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

One Month till Doubt

I've had the pestilence for the past week.  It's been a party, but I think I'm getting over it.

Not much has happened on the movie front.  I watched half of Pride and Prejudice (new version) and half of Sophie Scholl and twenty minutes of Angels in America.

The presence of Judi Dench in Pride and Prejudice (not BBC version) got me thinking.  I want there to be a movie with Meryl Streep and Judi Dench and Helen Mirren and... Laura Linney and Emma Thompson.  Ideal situation.  Fantasy casting, like fantasy football, but better.  And they're be in a really well written movie about women being kick ass and awesome, and it'd be altogether a fabulous experience.

That's be cool.

The main reason for this post is that there is exactly one month until Doubt comes out.  I think that's pretty important.  Unfortunately, because it is the day before my show and the weekend before exams, I don't know if I'll get to see it on opening weekend.  That makes me very sad.  I hope other people go see it for me, because I'd hate to have to go on another crusade in defense of a Meryl Streep movie like I did with Mamma Mia!.  Because that wasn't amusing and entertaining at all.  No sir.

Still, Catholic nuns, priests, possible sexual harassment of altar boys.  Sounds like a party.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Tipping the Velvet

With the exception of Prop 8 and its friends, I'm pretty thrilled about the results of the election.  Washington state even managed to keep its democratic governor, cool beans all around.

Yesterday I watched Tipping the Velvet with a friend.  Meryl Streep is not in this film, but it would be awesome if she was.  There's this extremely kinky (well, extremely kinky for London circa The French Lieutenant's Woman) woman who sort of takes in the main character and even though Anna Chancellor is very attractive, Meryl Streep would have been amazing in that role.  Anyway, movie was fun, I highly enjoyed it.  The smut scenes were excellent.  I tried to explain the plot to my friends afterwards and they really could not handle the main character's name being Nan, so she became known as Main Character for the rest of the evening.

Anna Chancellor was Mr. Bingley's sister in Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth who won the most adorable award for Mamma Mia!  That's using a mini series, which isn't technically a movie, but Tipping the Velvet is a mini series as well, so I don't feel bad.

So the plan of watching Out of Africa this weekend is totally not going to work out.  It's parents weekend and there's a million other things to do, like going to see the student production of Macbeth and an orchestra concert.  But I'm still watching plenty of movies.  I want to write my term paper for history on European identity in film, so viewing some potential candidates.  I'm going to try to get through all four this weekend, but I doubt that'll happen.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

More Non Meryl Movies

This weekend was a big movie weekend.  Not a big Meryl Streep movie weekend, but maybe next week.  I want to finish Out of Africa someday.

Friday night we watched The Jane Austen Book Club.  Well, first, in honor of Halloween, we watched an episode of Supernatural.  I really liked TJABC, it was cute.  Nothing too serious, but sometimes serious is really overrated.  The moments of "serious book club" were fun, but few and far between.  Sort of like the director was like "oh shit, it's about a book club, right, I'd better make sure people know it exists."  Then back to lunch dates and romantic visits to used bookstores.  And Emily Blunt was in Devil Wears Prada with Meryl Streep.  Or, Hugh Dancy was in Ella Enchanted with Anne Hathaway who was also in Devil Wears Prada.  Or Hugh Dany was in Evening with Meryl Streep, but I didn't know that one off the top of my head, I looked it up.

Last night we watched Young Frankenstein.  I love that movie.  It has all my favorite things in it, utter silliness, black and white, Madeline Kahn, bad puns, good puns, immature jokes, and bizarre sexual references.  It makes me happy.  I'm still trying to figure out how to link it to Meryl Streep, give me a second.  

A random film recommendation:  The Adventure of Sherlock Holmes' Smarter Brother.  Gene Wilder wrote and stared in this one with Marty Feldman and Madeline Kahn, so basically the same cast as Young Frankenstein.  It's not the greatest, but the last fifteen minutes made me laugh so hard I fell off the couch.

OH!  Okay, so I had to look up the title of the Sherlock Holmes movie, I couldn't remember if it was younger or smarter brother.  But, anyway, Dom DeLouise is in that and also in Robin Hood: Men in Tights with Cary Elwes who's in Ella Enchanted with Anne Hathaway.  Or, he's in The Princess Bride with the guy who plays the Sicilian who's in Manhattan with Meryl Streep.

Damn I'm good.  My roommate says I get ten points.  Yay me.  The Sicilian's name is Wallace Shawn, I did look that up.  

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Mamma Mia! Party

I realized I never actually did a post on seeing Mamma Mia.  Just several posts on how other people were seeing Mamma Mia.

Well.  Now I've seen the movie three times.  I love it.  I can't wait for the DVD.  That's on November 27, by the way.  I looked it up.  Everyone should buy it.  

So last night was viewing number three and it has not decreased in awesomeness.  In fact, its awesomeness may be exponentially increasing.  I may make a graph of Mamma Mia awesomeness as a function of circumstances.  One such circumstance is viewing it with a lot of happy people who have been fed and given feather boas and shiny sunglasses.

It wasn't crazy as I wanted it to be though.  It would have been way more fun with a bunch of people (possibly intoxicated) singing and dancing like crazy people.  I mean, the movie's grand awesome fun on its own, but singing and dancing would have helped.

Then we watched Finding Nemo on a computer while drinking beverages.  Finding Nemo can be linked to Meryl by Allison Janney who plays Peach in Finding Nemo and Clarissa's lover Sally in The Hours.  If I have to look up my links, I'll admit to that.  But usually I can do it off the top of my head.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Plenty

It's incredible what procrastination can do to a person.

I live in a dorm that will burn down in 37 second if fire reaches the roof.  For some reason, this doesn't really ever bother us.  There is also reason to believe that Harry Potter lives in our cupboard under the stairs.  But since I'm being Harry Potter for Halloween, I'm apprehensive about this rumor.

Next to Harry Potter's cupboard there's a nook.  Unlike other nooks, I'll be honest, my experience with nooks is rather limited, but ours is very special.  There's a light, two windows and a plaque that someone up up in 1997.  We like to study there and watch movies.  Nearly a month ago (I've been busy) we watched Plenty.

I love this movie.  I wish I could tell you what it's about, but I haven't the faintest idea.  Most of it makes no sense.  Or I just didn't get it.  I love Tracey Ullman in this film, she's a shining light in an otherwise rather bleak premise.

So Meryl's this World War II spy type person and she has sex with this with this other spy type person.  Well, first they have tea, obviously a pick-up line, then they look at the mackerel sky (there are no fish in the sky, however) then they have sex with their clothes on.  This shows they are not French, but British.  

Meryl spends the rest of the film looking for the same dude.  Instead she marries a dud.  And has a lot of sex.  She has sex with Sting on a couch and it would be really sexy if you didn't feel like you were intruding on something.   I totally think she should have hooked up with Tracey Ullman, that would have been an awesome movie.

I really had fun with this one - it's beautifully shot, the costumes are awesome.  Somebody amazing, not Ann Roth, put Tracey Ullman in a man's suit and she's adorable.

Later we watched the first twenty minutes of Out of Africa, but then I had to return it to the library and we haven't checked it out again.  Hopefully we will soon.  I liked the first bit.  Once again the fact that Meryl has a completely different dialect blows my mind.  But I've started seeing bits of Miranda Priestly in some of her parts, that's kind of amusing.

Not much else is new.  My calc midterm is on Friday and I might die.  I bought Angels in America and it's beautiful.  There's a Mamma Mia party in the campus center on Friday, it's going to be amazing.

Everyone should go see Doubt on December 12 because it looks totally hardcore.



Happy Sweater Vest Wednesday

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Falling in Love

Falling in Love (the film, not the action) is about trains.  If it weren't for trains this movie wouldn't have been made.  Otherwise Meryl Streep and Robert De Niro would have had no place to chatter together.

The plot to this film is very simple.  Two people meet... you get the idea.

I'm sorry.  This movie was probably be a lot more impressive if we hadn't had over two decades of romantic comedies since its release.  By now we have the genre down to an art form.  And this subtle, rather quiet piece doesn't stand up to likes of When Harry Met Sally, Notting Hill and Runaway Bride.  Several reasons why:

For a movie the frequently features trains, everything moves alarmingly slow.  Early in the film they run into each other (literally) in a book store and both drop every single bag they're holding.  Then they have to pick them up and drop them again, a bag rips.  It goes on forever, long past where it might have been funny.  And it's so slow.  Of course, again, now we're used to movies where they have sex by twenty minutes in.  Or, maybe they've already had sex and we're into the post coital issues.  In this movie they talk about things instead.  And play tic tac toe with a chicken.

No one seems to be able to decide what kind of this movie is.  The soundtrack is determined to make into a comedy, blasting us with a score that's so peppy we might die in the opening credits.  But the problem is, Meryl and De Niro aren't sure either.  I'm not going to blame them, I'm going to blame the script.  When it isn't angsty, the two stars are so charming it radiates off the screen and they could probably carry the film on that alone.  But the script wants to go off on all these thought provoking, introspective jaunts into angstville.  And we sit going "WTF!  Is this funny or depressing?  There's not enough of either for me to be sure."  

There might have been another reason, but I don't remember it.  This isn't a bad movie, it just hasn't stood the test of time that well.  There needed to be more of the chicken who played tic tac toe, perhaps some witty banter.  But it's not bad.  Next is Plenty and Out of Africa.

Mostly unrelated side note: Today is Robert De Niro's birthday.  

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Silkwood

I finished Silkwood!

I want a prize.  I'm way too exhausted to write anything remotely coherent about this film, but it's good.  See it.  It's so depressing... but see it.  Cher plays a lesbian.  Kurt Russel cries.  Meryl Streep has the worst hair in the entire world.  

But it's a very good, very passionate film.  I don't know how Nora Ephron wrote this and Bewitched.  They're totally different animals.  She's got way more depth than I thought.  And this is a Mike Nichols, Meryl Streep collaboration, they work together a lot and they're brilliant.

I'm in Idaho for the weekend for my cousin's wedding.  I'm supposed to be watching Falling in Love next.  Not sure when that's going to be happening though.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Meryl Streep is not dead

I'm not seeing Mamma Mia today, even though a friend called and asked me to come.  There's a concert today at the Capitol and I'm going to that instead.  The things I do for live music.

About thirty seconds after my friend hung up I got a call from her boyfriend.

"Lena," he said.  "I could have sworn Meryl Streep was dead, but she's in Mamma Mia."

"What?" I said.  "She's not dead."

"Really?  I thought she was dead."

"No."

"I thought she was like eighty and had died a long time ago."

"No, she's only fifty nine."

"Oh."  He might have said something after this but I was giggling too hard to hear it.  "Well thanks for straightening me out."

"No problem.  Thanks for making my day."

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Sophie's Choice

Another one of those 'if I don't write about this now I never will' posts.  

I really don't have much to say about Sophie's Choice other than I finished it, but I'll make something up.

This movie reminded me of two things - The Great Gatsby and Romeo and Juliet.  We had to read Fitzgerald's classic 'Lost Generation' novel the summer before junior year.  I remember finishing it and saying "wait what?  Did that just happen?  That sucked."  It's a beautiful book, but wow it's tragic.  And, we as readers, are along for the ride.  The book is on autopilot, all the characters do is react.  There is very little thinking or active participation on the part of the players.  All the events seem to be predetermined.  Now this could be viewed as really sloppy on the part of the writer, but Fitzgerald pulls it off.  He's spent enough pages of narrative pouring life into his characters that even the fucked up journey they end up on is believable.  Sophie's Choice is the same way.  In my opinion, it was more the work of the acting than the writing, but the characters work for where they end up.  And now that I think of it, the characters kind of run parallel too.  Stingo (played by Peter MacNicol) is Nick Carraway, while Nathan and Sophie (Kevin Klien and Meryl Streep) are Gatsby and Daisy, their emotional issues and past experiences make up Tom and the rest of the characters.  Kind of a stretch, but it sort of works.  That's interesting.  

And Romeo and Juliet, not because of the love story, though I guess there are similarities.  Every time I see Romeo and Juliet, and this is the genius of Shakespeare, I have to remind myself of the end.  I want them to make it.  I want Juliet to wake up in time to stop Romeo from stabbing himself, even through I know the ending.  Sorry about the spoilers there, but really, if you don't know the plot of Romeo and Juliet, you need to get out more.  Sophie's Choice is doomed from the first moments, we all know it.  But I'm still rooting for a happy ending.  That's why it was so hard to watch, it's so painful.  It's like watching a train wreck in slow motion.

That doesn't mean it shouldn't been seen.  This movie is incredible.

For me, it wasn't incredible until close to the end.  Sophie finally starts talking about her choice, I don't want to give it away.  The look on her face...  There's so much raw pain in that look, it was hard to watch.  Meryl won an Oscar for this one, she deserved it.  And not just for the Polish accent.

I went to go see Gonzo: The Life and Works of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson with my parents tonight.  It's an interesting film, I liked how much time they spent on his writing techniques and styles.  And Johnny Depp narrates.  After the movie we walked outside and saw this giant parade making its way down the sidewalk.  They were all following a rather ragamuffin brass marching band who were later identified as being from Rhode Island.  We followed them for about a block and I stopped with a group of people I'd never met before.  

"What are they doing?" a girl wearing a Michigan t-shirt asked me.  I explained what someone else in the crowd had told me.  "Oh," she grinned at me.  The band stopped and a member attempted to shout directions to their show over the noise of traffic.

"I don't know if you know sir," another girl next to me called.  "But you have a monkey on your face."  And sure enough, the guy playing the snare set was wearing a gorilla mask.  She turned to me.  "Do you have any glue?"

I stared in horror.

"For my shoe," she said and showed me where the heel was coming off.  "I've been walking weird all night.  People keep asking if I'm drunk.  No, my shoe's just broken."

"Oh," I said, quite relieved she wasn't asking me for strange drugs I'd only heard of in a documentary about children in Bagdad.  "No, no glue.  Sorry."

I'm three minutes into Silkwood and all I can say is whoever did Meryl Streep's hair should probably go cry in a corner.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

FLW and SotN

I'm supposed to be studying right now.  Instead I'm listening to Jane Horrocks and reading the New York Times.  Such a rebel.

I finished the French Lieutenant's Woman yesterday and Still of the Night this afternoon.  I don't really want to write about them, but if I don't now I'll never get around to it.

Last night I watched Batman Begins.  It was awesome.  But it was really weird Meryl Streep wasn't in it.  I kept expecting her to show up and beat the shit out of Katie Holms.  That would have been awesome.

FLW wasn't bad.  I didn't think it was as good as KvK, but it wasn't bad either.  The plot's hard to describe but not really that confusing.  It's a movie within a movie.  Most of the screen time is set sometime in the Victorian period.  I hate calling it that.  Victoria ruled for 63 years, from 1837 to 1901.  Lumping all that into one era just seems unfair to all the history that happened in those 63 years.  Look at the past 63 years.  Life in 1945 was totally different than it is now.  Calling all of it the Victorian Period is way too general.

Now I want to stick it in a slightly more specific time period.  The theories of Darwin are mentioned quite a bit in the movie, they could have been mentioned more in my opinion.  Darwin published his On the Origin of the Species in 1859, so it must have happened after that.  Now the characters are only floating in a 42 year period instead of 63.  I feel slightly better.

Okay - that was a tangent.  As I was saying, most of the screen time is sometime in the late 1800s watching the tale of this scientist (Jeremy Irons) and a scarlet woman (Meryl).  A bit of time is spent with the actors making the movie about the scientist and scarlet woman.  These two are having an affair and their story kind of mirrors their characters.  A movie within a movie.  Despite the fact that the original book the movie was based on had three alternate endings (making it possibly the first Chose Your Own Adventure novel ever) the historical plot is kind of predictable and melodramatic.  Because the modern lovers aren't confined to Victorian prudishness I thought their story would have been way more interesting to explore them and what they go through, but we didn't spend much time with them.

Not much else to say.  It's good, not really my kind of movie, but it's good.  Meryl Streep wears the coolest cloak ever.  Cooler than Lord of the Rings.  Or, if you really want to be internet-geeky LotR.  As I said before, this is my favorite Meryl hair so far.  It's short and red and looks fantastic.  Jeremy Irons wears some pretty awesome sweaters.  

Still of the Night was fun.  It's a thriller about this shrink (Roy Scheider) who's privately investigating the death of one of his patients with the patient's mistress (Meryl).  Very exciting and dark creepy shadows and all that.  Directed by the same guy who did Kramer vs. Kramer.  I really liked it because I like mysteries and thrill stories.  The ending was so entertaining, I was terrified.  And it's a good surprise.  It was definitely worth digging it up on ebay.

Now I'm forcing myself through Sophie's Choice.  Not having fun.  Don't get me wrong, it's a good movie, it's just so unhappy.  It's like dinner at a restaurant.  The waitress brings some happy for the appetizer, but the it's an entree of pain with a pain salad and side of pain.  With pain and chocolate sauce for dessert.  Meryl's great, with a pretty zany accent, but it's one of those 'this can't go well' movies.  More when I finish it.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Kramer vs. Kramer

Sometimes I worry my room will eat me.  The dirty clothes on the floor, the stacks of paper, the piles of books will swallow me up.  The funny thing is I can usually find whatever it is I'm looking for.  I don't usually lose things.

Still haven't seen Mamma Mia! (I've started using the exclamation point even though it makes my inner grammar nazi gnash its teeth) and that makes my soul cry.  I was on the phone with my cousin tonight and we tentatively discussed seeing it together next week.

Finished Kramer vs Kramer yesterday, more on that later.

Instead of finishing The French Lieutenant's Woman tonight (I know, I'm never going to finish this), I researched just how awesome Mamma Mia! actually is.

*side note: I really don't know why I've taken this as a personal campaign.  If anything, tonight has shown me the film is doing just fine on its own.  But I'm taking each bad review personally.

So, New York Times wasn't so kind to it, for, in my opinion, extremely stupid reasons.  And really, the same reasons I've been seeing in the other bad reviews.  The main reason for hate is it's silly.  Or, even better, it's entertainment.  What the hell do people want out of movies?  I really like movies that make me think, I really do.  But I don't want to see them all the time.  Isn't it a bit silly to hate on a movie for doing exactly what it promised to do?  It's not supposed to be Shakespeare or Hemingway for that matter, it's supposed to be fun.   I liked Roger Ebert's review because he acknowledged the movie for what it is and said it wasn't his sort of thing but still tried to give it a fair look.

I really shouldn't be saying all this without seeing the movie.

So, some other stuff I can say without seeing it.  CBS news critic David Edelstein was vicious.  Really.  In this scenario he's Lord Voldemort to the Times' Peter Pettigrew.  I thought that was unnecessary, but oddly enough, a majority of the comments on the article agreed with me.  There were seven pages of comments, and because I have no life, I read them all.  3.2% of the comments agreed with Mr. Edelstein's assessment, 93.4% didn't agree at all.  Some even went as far as to attack Mr. Edelstein and his credibility as a reviewer.  Not that I condone that at all...  And 3.2% of the comments had absolutely no relation to the article and I didn't have a clue what they were talking about.  I just thought that was an interesting set of statistics.  

Mamma Mia! also did better than Hairspray (last summer's piece of awesome) on its opening weekend.  According to ABC News, Hairspray grossed $27.5 million.  Mamma Mia! sailed by that mark with $ 27.6 million.  Okay, not quite sailed, but close enough.

And, the strongest proof that Mamma Mia! is awesome is that The Stranger liked it.  The Stranger doesn't like anything.  Okay, I'm sure they've liked some stuff, I just can't come up with any examples at the moment.  But the review of Mamma Mia! was strangely positive.  According to reviewer Lindy West, her expectations were so low "they dug a hole all the way to China and were walking around upside down asking for a fork" but still, Mamma Mia! "entertained the shit out of me."  Not bad.   Her only complaint was that, for a musical about Abba, there weren't enough gay characters.  The song Mamma Mia will always remind me of the ending scene of Priscilla Queen of the Desert, so maybe Lindy West has a point.

Okay.  Kramer vs. Kramer.  Ten word summary: wife leaves husband and son, later wants custody of kid.  I don't have much to say.  I saw it.  It took me three days to get through because it's a subject that terrifies me.  My parents are together and I can quite confidently say they're staying together, but the idea of them splitting up still haunts me in my sleep.

As my dad said to me when I started this movie, "It's Dustin Hoffman's movie."  It is, he owns it.  I found out later, he was pretty involved in writing it.  So, without Dustin Hoffman this movie wouldn't have been that great.  But I don't think it would have been that great if Joanna Kramer had been played by anyone other than Meryl Streep.  It's a balance.  Neither parent is perfect but neither parent is the axis of evil either.  If the woman had simply been a creepy raving bitch it wouldn't have been realistic.  And I think the reason Meryl makes it work is something she said in the documentary in the special features.  I don't remember the exact wording but she said she's always felt the need to defend her characters in some way.  And that's what she does in this movie.  We have sympathy for her or we lose the humanity of the movie.  There's got to be a pull to both of them.  

Ultimately it's a film about love.  From the parental perspective, loving the kid to want them around all the time and knowing what's best for them.  Loving them enough to let go.  And something Dustin Hoffman said in the special features documentary.  The idea that love doesn't always end with a marriage, no matter how much you want it to.

I want to watch this one again later, lots to think about.

Hopefully finishing The French Lieutenant's Woman tomorrow.  It includes my favorite Meryl Streep hairstyle so far.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

The Seduction of Joe Tynan

Wow, so much has happened lately, I don't know where to start.

I went to see the Rocky Horror Show with a friend at midnight last night.  To those that have never seen the movie The Rocky Horror Picture Show:

VIRGINS!!!!

To those that have never seen the live show:

BORING!!!!

Seriously, man up.  The movie is great, really, and I highly recommend it, if only to see Tim Curry in a corset and fishnets and Susan Sarandon be a total whore.  But the movie is the pansy version of the live show.  And it's just so much more fun.  We went at midnight so the sober people were definitely outnumbered by the wasted.  Part of Rocky Horror's charm is this wonderful thing called Audience Participation.  It involves throwing things, like toast and cards, blowing on noise makers and shouting 'asshole' and 'slut' at select moments.  The wasted were very into last night.  They had a running dialogue going with the narrator who had no problem talking back to them and making fun of them.  

A memorable moment in the show was when Columbia gets high off her ass and leaps at Frank to tell him "this is some really good fucking shit."  She then wanders off into the audience to tell us how a guy sitting in the third row is her grandmother who is actually Jesus.  As soon as she gets the muchies she hops back on stage and tells us all to shush  because her crotch is talking to her.  But it's a little fuzzy because she hasn't waxed in a while.

So yeah, that was fun.

My Seduction of Joe Tynan movie was finished yesterday!  I finished watching it this morning and it's kind of awesome.  I don't know why it's not easier to find, it's not a bad movie.  The picture quality sucked ass, but it was fun.

The plot's kind of boring, there's a senator from New York who's working to oppose a Supreme Court nomination while having an affair with a lawyer helping him and his married life falls apart.  It's kind of predictable.  It'd be a hell of a lot better if we hadn't already seen The West Wing and known that political drama could be so much better written.

Ironically, Alan Alda, who wrote and stars in Joe Tynan, won an Emmy for his work on The West Wing.

What makes Joe Tynan awesome is the random shit that just happens.  Rip Torn plays a republican senator who's most memorable scene, in my opinion, is when his aide enters his office and he tells him he's reading.  The noble aide attempts to keep talking about whatever vital information he's got, but Rip Torn says "Can't you see I'm reading from my pad here?"  The camera pans down to a pair of gloves and a purse on the table.  The aide gets a horrified expression on his face right about when I started giggling.  As the aide leaves we see a pair of feminine feet sticking out from under the desk.

Did the random oral sex from the anonymous bimbo have a point?  Nope, it's just there.

Meryl Streep, who plays the affair, and Alda who plays the senator, have surprisingly good chemistry.  The scene with their first kiss was really.... hot.  I feel weird typing that, but it was.  It was a really good kiss.

The best scene of the movie is right after they have sex for the first time.  They're in bed, drinking cold beer and some sort of unspecified food item.  Alan Alda makes some sort of comment, I don't remember, about how his wife is pretty wonderful.  Meryl Streep, without batting an eye, reaches over, lifts the blanket, and pours a bottle of beer on his crotch.  It's wonderful.

That scene made the whole ordeal to watch this movie worth it.  In the end it came to thirty something dollars to get it off ebay and have it transferred to DVD.

And the end's sort of a let down.  I'm stealing this phrase from Bridget McManus (I love you Bridget), it was like a bad orgasm.  There should be this big climatic scene where he's forced to chose between his wife and family and his career and there's nothing.  A lot of confetti, that's it.  But the beer scene made up for it.  And Meryl Streep in aviators.  She laughs a lot in this movie, I noticed that.  She has a wonderful laugh, she should laugh in movies more often.

Now I'm half way through Kramer vs. Kramer, I should finish tomorrow.  Not much laughing in that one.

The New York Times trashed Mamma Mia yesterday.  I haven't seen it yet so this may be a little premature, but screw you New York Times review.  Mamma Mia can be campy and awesome, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Questioning my Existence

I'm playing in the pit for a local show of "Children of Eden."  I play cello, I have since I was nine.  Down there with me there are two percussionists, a guitar player, electric bass, two keyboards, French horn, oboe, some assorted winds and an extremely ornery conductor.  Unless you count guitar and bass (which I don't), I'm the only string player.  It's a lonely existence.

During break tonight I said to the keyboard players, "Why am I here?"

They stared blankly at me.

"I mean, " I said.  "You guys play the rest of the string section, why do you have me?"

"I don't know," Jamie, one of the pianists, said.

"I'm just questioning my existence." 

"I've played cello a bunch of times."  She pointed to one of the settings on the keyboard.

"I have 'play if no cello' written in," Michael, the other one, said.  

"That's a hard instrument," Michael the flute player said.  "If no cello."

"Yeah," Piano Michael agreed.  "But it's okay, it's all programed in."

I felt really necessary.  

Jamie ate one of her M&Ms and made a face, "These taste weird," she informed us.  "Here," she passed me a yellow one.  "Try this and see if it tastes weird."

"So I'm your guinea pig?" I ate it.

She grinned coyly at me.  "It tastes like poison," she said to Flute Michael.

I swallowed,  "Great."  And my mouth tasted like plastic the rest of the evening.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Visiting Videoland

I took Joe Tynan in to get transfered today.  The most convenient place I found to get it done was a place called Videoland out in Lacey.  I drove out there, ignoring the people giving me odd looks because I had Andrew Lippa's "The Wild Party" blaring out of my speakers, and promptly missed the turn.  It was rush hour traffic and I had to drive another ten blocks before I found a place I could turn around.  

The store itself was in the back of the parking lot for an auto repair shop.  I parked at what I thought was a logical place and ended up walking around the building to find the door.  The inside looked like someone had created it in 1995 and never come back.  Behind the counter there was a shelf of videos on geese management and filmed recollections of different graduations.  The guy who actually worked there was a scrawny guy about forty five.  He informed me that there are multiple types of beta.  Great, I thought to myself, not only is it useless technology, it comes in different colors.  It was kind of like checking a bag, I left him the tape and he gave me an orange collection ticket.  I felt odd walking out without it.  Even though it's fucking useless, I've gotten kind of attached to the thing.  I should be getting a VHS copy in the next few days.

I'm excited to keep going, I've been stuck on Joe Tynan for a while.  The next two films, "Kramer vs. Kramer" and "The French Lieutenant's Woman", are here from netflix and they sit on my coffee table tempting me.  Still working getting cheap copies of "Ironweed" and "The House of the Spirits"

And tonight I went to see "The Flight of the Red Balloon", a remake staring Juliette Binoche, some other gorgeous French women and an extremely adorable seven year old.  I adore Juliette Binoche, but this film can best be summed up by what someone in the row in front of me said, "By now we could be eating grapes."  Grapes or the movie, grapes won out.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Wow

In moments of extreme shock, the best thing to do is write about it.

I just found out I might get to enter the school of my dreams as a sophomore.  I'm starting school (ridiculously soon) at this little college in Philadelphia I absolutely adore.  There's a facebook group about it called Bryn Mawr, where your best hasn't been good enough since 1885.  Naturally I'm a little nervous about academic intensity.  I mean, I'm going there for the academics, I want to be pushed and challenged and all that.  I haven't had a life the past two years anyway, I'm not sure I'd know what to do with one.  In spite of all that, I'm still worried about keeping up.

But I just two and two together and made five.

We took big intense tests in May for IB (international baccalaureate), an international version of the Advance Placement program.  We studied so much for these test that by the end we were sleep deprived and a little insane.  I actually started getting chest pains one day during studying and had to go to the doc so they could make sure I wasn't having a heart attack.  It was a combination of being stressed to the max and an old rib injury.  At that point my parents were pretty much letting me do whatever I wanted as long as I didn't have a nervous breakdown.  And by the end of the tests I did not give a shit how I did.  Did not care.  I mean, I tried on the test, but as soon as I left the room I stopped carrying.  I didn't care what I wrote about Stalin, the Cold War, the works of C.S. Lewis, the structures and functions of plant and animal cells, or the stuff I pulled out of my ass about the declaration of independence.  It could all die and go to hell as far as I was concerned.

So I was in no hurry to check my scores.  Almost a week after they came out I finally logged in and showed an interest in what the IB gods thought of my scribbles.  They were fine, I was getting the diploma.  End of story, good bye IB, good riddance.

This morning, my mother showed me how my school gives credit for IB tests scores and I put it all together.  I'm not sure if I can enter as a sophomore, but a lot of credits are now out of the way.  "Holy shit," I said and started giggling hysterically.  And here I am, twenty minutes later, still giggling.  

In other news, I still don't have the Seduction of Joe Tynan as a DVD.  Maybe by Tuesday.  Everyone is telling me going in chronological order is fucking stupid but I'm fucking stubborn.  I said this is how I'm doing it, so that's how it's going to work.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Useful Trivia

I feel kind of bad posting this, but I can't help it.  Way too funny.


Ten Top Trivia Tips about Meryl Streep!

  1. The moon is 400 times closer to the Earth than Meryl Streep, and 400 times smaller.
  2. Ideally, Meryl Streep should be stored on her side at a temperature of 55 degrees!
  3. Antarctica is the only continent without Meryl Streep!
  4. Early thermometers were filled with Meryl Streep instead of mercury.
  5. In Vermont, the ratio of cows to Meryl Streep is 10:1!
  6. Louisa May Alcott, author of 'Little Meryl Streep', hated Meryl Streep and only wrote the book at her publisher's request.
  7. The difference between Meryl Streep and a village is that Meryl Streep does not have a church.
  8. Reindeer like to eat Meryl Streep.
  9. If Meryl Streep was life size, she would stand 7 ft 2 inches tall and have a neck twice the size of a human!
  10. Meryl Streep is the last letter of the Greek alphabet.
I am interested in - do tell me about

If anyone takes this seriously, I will be extremely upset.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

The Trials of Joe Tynan

They had "Nim's Island" playing on the airplane on the way home.  It wasn't nearly as good as I remembered it being.  The problem was I went in the first time with absolutely no expectations and was pleasantly surprised.  This time I expected so much and it really didn't hold up.  The flying lizards weren't as funny as I remembered.  Jodie Foster getting motion sickness before the taxi started moving remained amusing.

So while we were gone "The Seduction of Joe Tynan" showed up.  It's in excellent condition, unopened, pretty picture on the box.  Except it's not a VHS.  No.  It's a fucking beta.  An ancient form of video recording that predates the VHS.  It went out of style because VHS was easier to duplicate so the porn industry started using it and people didn't want betas.  But in this day and age, the beta is not beta.  The beta sucka.  The one I have isn't even the right type of beta for the projector they have at the theater downtown so I'm paying oodles to have it transferred to a DVD.

Luckily, "Still of the Night", my other ebay purchase, also showed up and it is a VHS.  Thank god.  Ancient technology, but at least ancient technology I can work with.

My room looks like a bomb went off in it.  There is one clear square because I cleaned so I could play cello.  The reason I'm blogging is because I don't want to have to clean off my bed so I can sleep.  Either that or I go sleep on the couch.  My bed kicked me out.  That's just sad.

I bought the new Buffy the Vampire Slayer comic today and something is seriously wrong with Buffy's face.  She looks all wrong, like Barbie with a coat hanger in her mouth.  Everyone looks a little wonky, they've gotten more angular, like in the space between issues they've all acquired meth addictions.  The rest is brilliant.  I loved Dawn turning into a centaur, and Xander being jealous.

I'm going to go attempt a reconciliation with my bed and clean off the heaps of newspapers on top of my pillow.

Monday, June 30, 2008

Christopher Walken Rocks my Socks

I'm still in Hawaii, we leave tomorrow night. As far as I know "The Seduction of Joe Tynan" should be waiting for me when I get home. I got an email from the ebay seller letting me know the item had been mailed. If it isn't there I may cry.

Not much has been going on other than being in Hawaii which, is always a production. For fourth of July we were in Hilo and had an excellent view of fireworks over the bay. Hilo, for those who have never visited, is my mother's hometown. I don't that in itself makes it a tourist attraction, but in Hawaii I rarely feel like a tourist. I'm sure there are plenty of other reasons to visit, I just don't know what they are yet. We divide our time between the yacht club (which has no yachts) and my grandfather's house. I spent many long hours in the downstairs of that house as a child. When I was about twelve I started working my way through the bizarre set of books in the room I slept in. I read Sirens of Titan, some book by Kennedy (obviously memorable), Romeo and Juliet and West Side Story in a compilation novel, and Rosemary's Baby. In retrospect, at the exceptionally mature age of eighteen, I'm not sure Rosemary's Baby was the thing to be reading at age twelve. But that's okay, half way through the reading of the book it mysteriously disappeared. And I have no fucking clue where it went. This visit I spent a dedicated half hour to digging through everything looking for that book. At the time, I assumed my mother had thoughtfully censored the books available for my reading. But now she swears she didn't take it. So my options are either my uncle removed it or the geckos.

The real point of this post, other than for me to vent my frustration over lost books about Satan, was a post dedicated to Christopher Walken. Because he's just that fucking cool.

As evidence of this fact:

song chart memes
more graph humor and song chart memes

Personally, I'm not positive Christopher Walken beats boobs on the awesomeness factor, but if Graph Jam tells me it is so, then it is so.

There are no words for how cool Christopher Walken is. He's awesome.

To further demonstrate, Eddie Izzard pretending to be Christopher Walken, and Christopher Walken himself.



Also a shout out to the cast of [title of show] who started previews on Saturday. I'll be doing a big [title of show] post for the opening night, but until then: tell nine people.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Manhattan

On my way home from my bike ride, I saw a deer at the end of my street.  It was a young guy, nice head of antlers.  All I could think of was "The Deer Hunter."  Run, I wanted to shout, Robert De Niro is trying to shoot you.

I think that's a bad sign.

Also that I'm starting to compulsively notice Meryl movies.  I was at my favorite bookstore yesterday, looking at the movies.  Why did they have movies?  It's a bookstore.  Anyway, I was looking at the movies and immediately noticed the two Meryl movies, without needing to look at the cast list ("Marvin's Room" and "Before and After") and was trying to remember if they were in the magic four I need to buy.  They weren't.

But I think that's a bad sign too.

Somewhere, in the craziness of the past few days (film festivals are insane, don't even ask) I managed to finish "Manhattan."  

This movie contained two firsts for me.

1 - It was the first Meryl movie I've watched since starting this project where no one died.  That was kind of nice.

2 - It was my first Woody Allen movie.  Woody Allen will always remind me of this speech I heard once at debate practice.  Yes, I was nerdy enough to be on the debate team.  The prompt was the Allen quote, "Should sex be dirty?  Yes, if it's done right."  The result was a speech entirely about fluids.  It was memorable.

But what should I think of Woody Allen?  Is he a comic genius?  If so, his humor may be a little too deep for me.  I liked his dialogue.  This may be optimistic, but I think I caught about half of his references.  Or should I immediately remember that his wikipedia page has a section devoted to each of his major relationships?  On the other hand, so does Henry VIII.

So, lets start at the very beginning, which, as Julie Andrews tells us, is a very good place to start.  When you read, you begin with ABC.  When you watch movies, you begin with the first ten minutes.

We start with some truly epic shots of New York City.  I read someplace (wikipedia) that New York is a character in the film and it's true.  The shots of Manhattan are gorgeous.  It's not just the touristy bits, we get scenes of bridges and random buildings.  What the hell is this?  Who cares, it's New York.

Behind the views, or in front of, I'm not sure which, is Woody Allen's omnipresent voice.  He's narrating the first chapter of his book, or attempting to.  We never get more than a sentence in when he starts over.

"Too corny, too corny for my taste."
"No, it's going to be too preachy.  Lets face it, we want to sell some books here."

And each time he does the opposite of what he's pointed out.  I'm not sure if this is supposed to be funny or it's simply Allen doing his thing.

"Behind his black rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat."

Woah there.  Cue major orchestral drama and major landscape shots of Central Park.  The overture ends with fireworks over the city.  This may say a lot about my generation but for a second I thought it was an explosion.

We find ourselves in a crowded restaurant facing a guy who is not Woody Allen.  He's Michael Murphey, and he's trying to describe the purpose of art to Muriel Hemmingway.  Hemmingway, granddaughter of Ernest, would later be nominated for an Oscar for this film. 

"Talent is luck," Yale (Murphey) says to Tracy.  Huh?  Talent is talent, recognized talent is luck.  The camera expands and we get Yale's companion and Isaac (Allen).  

"But the important thing in life is courage," Isaac says and launches into a hypothetical situation in which they see someone drowning and if anyone will jump in to save the poor person.  He finishes with "I, of course, can't swim, so I never have to face it."  And that sentence pretty much sums up Allen's character.  Throughout the film he is constantly excusing himself from things.  Of course, at four minutes and 46 seconds in, we don't know this yet.

Allen makes a big show of smoking a cigarette but not inhaling.  Lucille Ball said she never inhaled either.  Tracy excuses herself.

Yale: She's gorgeous.
Isaac: She's seventeen.

Excuse me?  She's seventeen and he's forty two.  As he points out, he's older than her father.  As someone who is frequently attracted to people older than me, even I have to say, how is that not awkward?  And illegal.

We also get to hear about Isaac's ex-wife (who will later become Meryl Streep) who is writing a book about their marriage.  Or disintegration thereof.  It's deemed tacky.

"Gossip is the new pornography," Yale says.  Deep.  Hasn't it always been?

They leave the restaurant and Yale confesses he’s having an affair with Diane Keaton.  Great, so everyone’s relationships are convoluted.  If they weren’t convoluted we probably wouldn’t have a movie.  They discuss this with the women walking half a block behind them, what are they? Deaf?

Yale and his wife, Emily, (Anne Byrne Hoffman) head home to their extremely artsy fartsy apartment (there are potted plants in the kitchen) and discuss how Isaac is wasting his life.  And not by dating the seventeen year old.

Emily brings up kids.  Uh-oh.  Tension is in the air.

Morning, someone is leaving a building.  It's Meryl Streep.  I don't actually remember what her character's name is.  She's very loose and gorgeous and blonde in this film.  She left Isaac for a woman.  Sucks for him.  No wonder he's dating a seventeen year old.  He's waiting for her behind a pillar.  Creepy.  And he's very upset about the prospect of a book about their marriage.  One might think that'd be a major plot point, but it isn't.  It comes and goes and most of the time we just forget about it.

Meryl's part is pretty minor.  Isaac comes over to pick up their son and they bicker.  That's about it.  The book eventually comes out and we kind of forget about it.

This is Woody Allen's movie.  Woody Allen and Diane Keaton.  But mostly Woody Allen.  If you let that go to your head, it's extremely narcissistic.  Separation of Isaac and Allen is extremely important.

Cast-y bits: Diane Keaton's ex-husband is played by Wallace Shawn in his first film.  Wallace Shawn is otherwise known as the Sicilian in the Princess Bride.  He would like to appear in a quick PSA reminding you not to get in a land war in Asia.

Overall cool movie scale: 7.  I think this is a well crafted movie, but I need to see it a few more times before I get all of it.  As such, it was enjoyable and at times I giggled.

Action scale: 1.  Woody Allen jogs through Manhattan.

Hot sex scene scale (I've been leaving this one out, sorry about that): 4.  People in bed having discussions about sex.  One assumes sex has or will occur.  Or maybe people just like to talk in their underwear in New York.

Script scale:  7.  At times the dialogue was a bit pretentious and at times it made me feel stupid.  But I liked the banter stuff between Allen and Keaton, it was charming.

Other creative-y stuff: 9.  Loved all the shots of New York and it's in black and white.  

Nerdy bits scale: 8 Lots of references to artistic culture.  I didn't get all of them.  I really liked Woody Allen's list of things to live for.

Streep scale: 8.  Bit part.  There's a scene where Allen's pestering her to not write the tell all book about their marriage.  She smirks and says "Look at you, you're so threatened."  It's kind of my favorite part of the movie.

I'm going to Hawaii tomorrow, but I'll try to update while I'm gone.

There are four Meryl Streep movies that aren't on netflix.  I've bought two off ebay so far, still looking for the last two.  "Seduction of Joe Tynan," the next movie on the list is one I had to buy and looks like it's going to get here while I'm gone.  After that is "Kramer vs. Kramer" and "The French's Lieutenant's Woman."

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

The Deer Hunter

Spent the weekend in Ashland, Oregon seeing family.  We all converged for my cousin's birthday and spent three days doing crossword puzzles.  Now I'm back home, doing crossword puzzles on my own and I feel incredibly stupid.  I didn't even get half of Monday.

Yesterday the saga of getting a new computer concluded.  My new MacBook showed up a few weeks ago with a bad memory card.  So every time I turned on the computer it would beep at me.  Terrible for my self esteem.  We sent it back and it returned, as good as new, yesterday.  Much too much fun.  Also came with an iTouch, which is more fun than the computer.  My dad is very jealous of the whole thing.

Aside from messing with my new computer, I watched "The Deer Hunter" yesterday.  It wasn't as depressing as "Holocaust," but close.  We've moved from World War II to Vietnam and from Berlin to rural Pennsylvania.

So, made in 1977, released in 1978, directed by Michael Cimino.  Stars Robert De Niro and Christopher Walken.  Oh and Meryl Streep.  Of course.  Tells the story of five guys in a mill town in Pennsylvania.  The story starts on the eve of Steven's (John Savage) marriage to Angela, who is pregnant with another man's child.  The next week Steven, Nick (Walken) and Michael (De Niro) ship out to Vietnam.  They don't waste time.  But before leaving they must go through the male bonding experience of hunting for deer.  Hence the name.  I'm sorry, I cannot understand the appeal of hunting for some reason other than survival.  It's destructive and the mountains look really cold.  But very symbolic.  They head off to Vietnam and it all goes downhill from there.

I never know when to stop recapping.  I don't want to give away the whole film, but there's no point in talking about it if I'm rambling on about base abstractions.

Meryl plays a woman named Linda who starts off the film involves with Walken's character.  I thought she was interesting because she's a witness to events the main characters experience.  By being distanced (literally, she stays in the US while the men go to Vietnam) we can see it in another perspective.

It's one of those movies where stuff just happens.  The audience is plopped down in the middle of a story.  We're expected to pick things up as we go and hope a story appears.  Lack of exposition, that's what I'm trying to say.  Luckily, Cimino's knows what he's doing and we don't get lost, but I could see it going very badly.  I'm slow, I didn't have a clear handle on the plot until fifteen minutes in.  Before that we witness Steven's Russian (I think) mother in a church bemoaning her son's marriage to a strange woman and quick departure to Vietnam.  "I don't understand, father," she moans to the priest.  Don't worry, we don't either.

But we get it eventually and it's a very gripping story.

I took notes for the beginning for the movie, before I lost interest.  Christopher Walken stole his hairstyle from Luke Skywalker.  There's an excellent scene in which we get the a pre-show to Hairspray while all five guys lipsynch and play pool in flannel shirts.  If it were a different movie it might lead to gay love.  It's not.  Still very much a buddy movie though.  But enjoy those happy scenes.  There's only like two.

Cast-y bits:  John Cazale, who plays Stan (who plays one of the five guys), was Meryl Streep's fiancee at the time.  He was really sick with bone cancer during filming and the producers were worried he might die before the project was finished and wanted to replace him.  Meryl threatened to quit if they did.  Isn't she awesome?  Unfortunately, Cazale died shortly after filming finished.  He was only in five films in his career but all of them were nominated for best picture.  Quite the legacy.

Overall cool movie scale: 8.  It's the kind of movie that makes you think.  I always recommend those.

Action scale: 9.  This was intense!  I got my car chase (more of a drag race, but close enough), and machine guns and setting people on fire and helicopter rescues.  Crazy crazy!

Script scale: 6.  Much more of a show movie than a tell movie, but I liked it.

Other creative-y stuff scale: 8.  I know nothing about cameras and filming and angles and whatnot, but I really liked the way this was shot.  It was very up close and personal and kind of unpolished and that was perfect for the story.

Nerdy bits scale: 7.  I read on imdb that Walken's character and De Niro's character could have been switched.  I thought about it and that totally changes the message of the movie.  Cool idea.  Also, wikipedia tells me the movie was inspired by a story by Erich Maria Remarque.  So we can take Germans after the first world war and they can lead to Americans in Vietnam.  Fancy that.

Streep Scale: 8.  Nominated for a Oscar.  She's gorgeous in this.  The perspective of her character is fascinating.

Now I have to go watch the rest of "Manhattan" even though I'd rather watch old [title of show] show episodes on YouTube.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Holocaust Day 2

I first saw footage from concentration camps when I was nine. It was at PATS, this rather cultish gathering a group of us went to twice a week because we could add better than the rest of the class. The footage was part of this series called "Great Events of the Twentieth Century." I remember the whole class was pretty crazy about the series, we got to learn about fascinating things, like the death of Queen Victoria, the Boer War, the assassination of Franz Ferdinand and the defeat of Nazi Germany. That last segment included original videos taken when the Americans first liberated the death camps. Probably not the best thing for nine year olds to be seeing, but it happened. I remember we watched it right before lunch, I also remember not eating that day.

At the moment, I feel nine years old again.

Don't watch this movie. I'm not saying it's a bad film. No, it's a really well made, well written film. But don't watch it unless you're prepared for seven and half hours of pain and awful and death and general inhumanity. The whole theme of this movie is "this isn't going to go well."

And there are other options these days to get equal amounts of horror in an experience that's slightly shorter, like "Life is Beautiful" or something.

So I think it's important that people see movies like this, and I'm glad people are making these kinds of movies. I subscribe to the theory that if we don't remember history we are doomed to repeat it. But if you are going to watch it, at least be prepared for what it will do to you. And if it doesn't leave you emotionally ravaged, something might be wrong with you. It made me cry. I do not cry. Before this, I had only cried in five movies ever. And this movie made me cry.

One thing I did think was interesting, that I haven't seen much before, is how much time they spend with the Nazi officials and how they deal with what they're doing. There was a little in the new "Sophie Scholl" film that came out a few years ago but not as much as this. Seeing them discuss it amongst themselves and the power plays within the party is really interesting. What it does to the Dorf character is like watching a drug addict rationalize his addiction. The propaganda eats him alive.

Cast-y bits: A young Ian Holm (aka Bilbo Baggins) shows up as Himmler.

Overall cool movie scale: 9. Shows an important piece of history that we shouldn't forget, but god is it hard to watch. It's like getting a hepatitis shot. Really important, really painful.

Action scale: 6. Lots of fighting in this, not really very pleasant. At times pretty gory. Still no car chases or martial arts battles.

Script scale: 8. The parts with the Nazi officers remained the most interesting (and horrifying) and it wasn't overly wordy.

Other creative-y stuff scale: 7. Still too clean. And the part where the German guy (played by a British guy, speaking English) meets the American guy (played by an American guy, also speaking English) and they can communicate just fine, when the Germans and the Russians couldn't communicate, requires heavy suspension of disbelief.

Nerdy Bits Scale: 8. I now need to look up Jewish resistance in the ghettos. This movie shows a lot of that and it's not a topic I know much about. I think the creators also used original pictures and videos from the camps, which is hard to watch but important to see.

Streep Scale: 8. She's still awesome and heartbreaking. And, this is kind of a spoiler, but she's lucky too.

Now "The Deer Hunter," which will hopefully be a little less painful to watch. And Christopher Walken is in it. I'm a proud member of the Christopher Walken can beat the shit out of Chuck Norris facebook group. Looking forward to it.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Holocaust Day 1

I don't know guys, I'm really not sure I'm going to make it through this. Watching this is sort of like watching people kill puppies. And after almost three hours I'm only half way done.

From the DVD menu I could tell this was going to be an unpleasant experience. Gritty colors, images of people who look in severe pain, barbed wire slashing through the center. Generally unpleasant.

I was right. This movie is like watching a train wreck in slow motion. Not a bad movie, but it's about a Jewish family living in Berlin during World War II. How can it possibly go well? The movie follows their lives from 1935 to where we have left them in 1941. I don't want to spoil everything, but let me just say they're not all still alive. Meryl plays a Christian woman who marries a Jewish man before the Nazis went nuts and she continues to try and help her in-laws after it is made illegal to associate with Jews.

A subplot includes this young lawyer named Erik Dorf (Michale Moriarty) who joins the SS to make a living and slowly rationalizes his way to being truly evil. The scenes with him and Heydrich (who in the credits is too creepy for a first name) are some of the more well written and terrifying I've seen so far. They talk about "reading the Fuhrer" and his policies and what is "practical" for German as it tries to talk over the world. Seeing on what level they are conscious of what they are doing and how they are swept up in the idea. It is bizarrely comforting that the creators of this series made the Nazi officials as creepy as possible. It's also interesting to see how the Jewish people believe what is happening is for political reasons, because at the time that's how it seemed. Now, looking back, we're so dominated by Hitler's grand master plan we forget how it appeared at the time. The family's utter faith in the system is a little heartbreaking.

The cast is very good. There's an young Rosemary Harris, aka Peter Parker's aunt in Spiderman. Michael Moriarty, who was on Law and Order for a while and reminds me a little of Peter Sarsgaard, wins for creepiest person ever. They have a bunch of British actors playing these German people living in Berlin, but I'll ignore that.

Overall Cool Scale: 9. This is amazing movie, just extremely difficult to watch.

Action Scale: 2. Not really an action movie. Lots of death, but no car chases or martial arts battles.

Script Scale: 9. The way they're developing the Dorf character is fascinating and I'm curious to see what will become of him. His wife is also interesting and evil and manipulative.

Other Creative-y Stuff Scale: 7. Looks very period, but it's one of those movies where everyone is ridiculously clean and you actually believe people looked that good in the middle of a war. Also having some lighting issues where people enter a building in daylight, it's dark out when they're in the room, and leave in the sun again. But minor stuff.

Nerdy Bits Scale: 8. My knowledge of WWII history is only decent, so I can't say how accurate this is. They reenact Kristallnacht and mention the Munich Pact and the murder of Ernst Rohm. It looks like they've done their homework. The whole thing is over seven hours long, I'd hope so. I do know enough to predict most of the things that happen. At one point I found myself muttering, "Oh don't go to Poland, really bad plan."

Streep Scale: 8. She's incredible in here. There's this one scene where she has to do something she really doesn't want to do, and I really didn't want her to do, to save her husband. The look on her face was so heartbreaking it was difficult to watch.

If this sounds at all interesting, I also recommend "Judgment at Nuremberg," "Sophie Scholl, the Final Days," and "Life is Beautiful." After those I highly recommend some Marx brothers movies, "Dumb and Dumber," "Pirates of the Caribbean," and whatever else silly and light is around just to cheer yourself up.

Hope to finish the series tomorrow and get on to "The Deer Hunter." That one better be slightly cheerier or I might not make it.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Happy Father's Day

Ah Dad - you do way more than just contribute sperm. That's a very important task, I really like the 23 chromosomes I got from you, but your job is more than that. In my family, more often than not you're the voice of reason. You also taught me the wonderful philosophy, "when in danger, when in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout." I apply it so much.

So, a shout out to dads everywhere, your job is never overrated.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Julia

M Cubed is officially underway.  This afternoon I sat down and watched "Julia," Meryl Streep's first movie. It was a really hard film to watch.  Not because it's bad or there are dead babies in it, I just have a lot less free time than I thought I did.  I almost didn't make it through because people kept calling me.  I had no idea I was so popular.  Next time I will turn off my phone.

For some background, "Julia" was directed by Fred Zinnemann, made in 1977, and won three Oscars.  The plot is based on a story by Lillian Hellman.  For those who don't know, Hellman was an American playwright who's works include "The Children's Hour" (later adapted into a film staring Audrey Hepburn and Shirley MacLaine), "Candide" and "Pentimento."  The story follows Hellman (Jane Fonda) during the thirties up until the start of World War Two.  Other literary giants of the era, like Dashiell Hammett and Dorothy Parker have cameos.  If you don't know who these people are, look them up, they're major figures in American literature.  The plot focuses on Hellman's interactions with her long-time friend Julia (Vanessa Redgrave) and Julia's work with an anti-fascist movement in Nazi Germany.

The cool thing - the character of Julia is fictional.  According to wikipedia (where I get most of my answers to life's great mysteries), it's believed Julia was based on this woman named Muriel Gardiner who was doing the right work at the right time.  Except for the fact Gardiner and Hellman never met.  Go figure.  Makes for a nice little mystery.  

I first heard of this movie in one of those books about lesbian movies I read a while ago.  It's one of those movies that isn't a lesbian film, but wants to be.  There's so much subtext at times it's painful.  At several points I found myself on my feet howling, "For the love of god, just make out already," while Jane Fonda and Vanessa Redgrave were ridiculously oblivious.

I liked Hellman's character, but she took a while to get used to.  Fonda played her as a very demanding and explosive character in the beginning of the film.  This worked well to show her transformation through the story, but was a little shocking at first.  She'd be going along and suddenly explode into yelling, or, one time, throw a typewriter out a window.  

Redgrave is incredible and gorgeous.  She has the crazy ability to look optimistic and pessimistic at the same time and it made the excessive foreshadowing much more believable.

And Ms. Streep shows up 46 minutes in and is on screen for about 57 seconds.  I know this because I timed it.  I almost didn't recognize her, she had dark hair and was insanely young.  But it was a pretty intense 57 seconds of conversation.

Cool trivia courtesy of imdb - Hellman (who was still alive at the time) has a cameo in the film.  During the credits she's sitting in a boat fishing while tied to a dock.  Also, both Faye Dunaway and Julie Christie turned down the part of Julia.  Barbara Streisand turned down the role of Lillian Hellman.  

Overall cool movie scale: 8.  The end was crazy intense and heart breaking.  I recommend.

Hot sex scene scale: 0.  There are no hot sex scenes.  It's not that kind of movie.

Action scale: 1.  Nothing explodes.

Script scale:  8.  I liked the dialogue and the characters were interesting, but at times it was a little clunky.

Other creative-y stuff scale:  9.  Throughout the film I conducted a small love affair with Jane Fonda's sweaters.  The costume designer should get a cookie.

Nerdy bits scale: 9, cool blend of a fictional person (however fictional she actually was) and real events.  The scenes between Hammett and Hellman were some of the best pieces (despite how little chemistry the two had) and made some interesting points about writing.

Streep Scale: 2.  It was an intense 57 seconds, but it was only 57 seconds.

Next film is "Holocaust," a three disc miniseries that might make me want to lose all faith in humanity.  Looking forward to it.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Mission Statement

Yesterday was my high school graduation. Now, facing the sudden chasm of free time, I decided I needed a project. Something to fill the void in my abnormally boring life usually taken up by excessive homework. I’m too lazy for a feat of athletic prowess, don’t have the space for collections and don’t have the attention span for building things, like fish ponds. And I really like movies. So this was the result of my quest:

The project:

To watch all of Meryl Streep’s films, 45 movies in all, including three TV miniseries.

The catch:

All films must be seen in chronological order, starting with “Julia” from 1977, up to “Lions for Lambs,” the most recent DVD release. The project must also be completed in the 75 days between the end of my high school career and the start of my college career.

This blog is to see if I can do it. And for anyone who wants to watch the spectacle.

Credit must also be given to the awesome Julie/Julia project, because that was my inspiration for all of this.

FAQ

FAQ

What’s with the name?

Honestly, M Cubed stands for Meryl Marathon Madness, but it could stand for whatever you want it to. Like Mostly Mobile Monkeys. Or Many Merry Martyrs. Whatever floats your boat.

Why are you doing this?

Because I can. Why not? With the power of netflix, crazy ideas like this are possible. I just graduated from high school, I need to do something a little nuts.

Isn’t this a little obsessive?

For me, not really. I’ve been working through the movies of Humphrey Bogart since I was thirteen. Some of his earlier stuff is exceptionally hard to find. If anyone has “The Return of Doctor X” in any form (VHS, DVD, other) please let me know. Last year I watched most of the movies referenced in the opening song of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I just wanted to see if I could actually finish this set in the limited time I have before I leave.

So do you like movies?

What gave you that idea?

Is Meryl Streep your idol?

Not really. Idol implies someone I’d like to emulate. And while I think she’s really cool and extremely talented, I have no interest in following in her footsteps in any way. I have no interest in acting at all.

As a footnote to that: I am not Meryl Streep, nor affiliated with her, endorsed by her or supported by her or her peeps in this crazy endeavor.

Did you plan any of this out beforehand?

Not really. Any suggestions, feel free to email me or leave something in the comments.

What was the order of the wives of Henry VIII?

Catherine of Aragon, Anne Boleyn, Jane Seymour, Anne of Cleves, Katherine Howard, Katherine Parr. This can be remembered with the handy rhyme: divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived.

Did that have anything to do with the films of Meryl Streep?

Absolutely not.

Have you been asked these questions before?

Sure. In this context – no, not really. Frequently – nope.