Showing posts with label film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label film. Show all posts

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Breaking...


A hilarious followup to a brilliant note from McSweeney's. If you've seen The Sound of Music, it's amusing. If you loved The Sound of Music, it's hilarious.


I REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT MY WEDDING TO
CAPTAIN VON TRAPP HAS BEEN CANCELED.
BY MELINDA TAUB
- - - -
Dear friends, family, and Austrian nobility, 
Captain Von Trapp and I are very sorry to inform you that we no longer plan to wed. We offer our deepest apologies to those of you who have already made plans to travel to Salzburg this summer. 
Those of you on the Captain’s side of the guest list are probably aware of the reason for the change of plans. I’m sure by now you have received that charming “Save the date!” card in the shape of a mountain goat from the Captain and his new fiancée, Maria. 
I must confess to being rather blindsided by the end of our relationship. It seems Captain Von Trapp and I misunderstood each other. I assumed he was looking for a wife of taste and sophistication, who was a dead ringer for Tippi Hedren; instead he wanted to marry a curtain-wearing religious fanatic who shouts every word she says. 
I’m sorry. That was crude of me. She seems like a lovely person, and she and the children have a great deal in common.But I don’t want you to be angry at him. We are all adults here. “But Baroness,” so many of my friends have said, “you must be devastated. You yourself are fabulously wealthy, so you cannot have wanted the Captain for his money—you must have truly loved him.” It’s true. But so, I am sure, does his new fiancée, his children’s nanny. Her wardrobe is made of curtains. She’s definitely not a gold digger or anything. 
A great, great, great deal. 
Since I will no longer be a part of their lives, I do hope you will all keep an eye on the Captain’s children. I am not terribly maternal but I was very fond of them in my own way and I must admit I am worried what will become of them now that I have gone. I had planned to send them to boarding school, since their education at the moment seems to consist mostly of marching around Salzburg singing scales. I think it would have been particularly helpful for the eldest daughter, who seems intent on losing her virginity to the mailman. 
Please, friends, don’t worry about me. While I was a bit startled to be thrown aside for someone who flunked out of nun school, I assure you that I will be fine, and my main pursuits in life shall continue to be martinis, bon mots, and looking fabulous. You’ll also be glad to know I have retained custody of the Captain’s hard-drinking gay friend, Max. Anyone who gets tired of sing-a-longs should feel free to look us up. 
Again, my deepest apologies for this disruption to your plans. I am currently sorting through the wedding gifts we’ve already received and I will send them back as soon as possible. The Captain would help, but he is busy learning to play a song about cuckoo clocks on his guitar. 
Sincerely,
Baroness Elsa Schraeder

And then, the followup:

A Complete Curmudgeon's Guide To 'The Sound Of Music'
by Linda Holmes
November 08, 2013 
NBC has released the first trailer for its live version of The Sound Of Music, airing December 5.
[click on the link to see the trailer]
Now, some have chosen to focus on the negative; on the nostalgic sense that to remake this show — or, more precisely, to remake the movie version, as they may well do, at least in part, owing to its ubiquity — is a mistake. No matter the talent involved, like Audra McDonald (as Mother Abbess) and Laura Benanti (as the Baroness), it will be an NBC remake. 
But if we truly want to be fair to the new version, we must allow our inner curmudgeon to truly let loose upon the original. The bad news is that you may not have an inner curmudgeon. The good news is that I do. In fact, I have several. It's quite possible that several other people's inner curmudgeons have taken up residence in my soul, which is why they frequently throw parties. 
Let us begin. We will not start at the very beginning, because that is not necessarily a very good place to start; it is actually a rather arbitrary place to start, Maria. 
1. Out of "Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do," the only one Maria apparently can spell is "la." This is no educator. 
2. Rolfe is presented as a romantic hero despite the fact that he is clearly intimidated by Liesl's burgeoning sexuality to the point where he calls her "timid and shy and scared" at the very moment she is leaning in, if you know what I mean. "Innocent as a rose," Liesl sings while spinning around so her boyfriend can see her underpants. Soon after, she engages in one of cinema's more erotic instances of fully clothed head-rubbing. As Melinda Taub once rather brilliantly wrote at McSweeney's on behalf of the Baroness, Liesl is in fact rather "intent on losing her virginity to the mailman." 
3. You only have 17 favorite things*, and one of them is "doorbells"? 
4. Maria claims that the hills are alive with the sound of music, despite the fact that the opening of the movie clearly establishes that they are, in fact, alive with the sound of wind. 
5. Maria is apparently sent off to the von Trapp household in the early summer, "until September." At the time she leaves, she wants to be a nun. Before the end of the summer, she has decided she wants a military husband and seven children. Maria needs a gap year, or she's going to enter into a series of unsatisfying short careers. 
6. When Mother Abbess tells Maria, "Climb ev'ry mountain," she is setting a very unrealistic expectation of success, especially since they are in the Alps. It's one thing to use a metaphor about uninterrupted mountain climbing if you're in Nebraska, but when you look out of the window every day and see more mountains than you could ever climb in your entire life, that's just setting you up to feel like a failure. Even if it's only until you find your dream, getting up every day and saying, "Well, I haven't found my dream yet, so I guess it's mountain-climbing all day long" isn't necessarily helpful. 
7. Mother Abbess also tells Maria that her dream will be "a dream that will need all the love you can give, every day of your life, for as long as you live." So basically, you are going to live the life of Sisyphus until you die of exhaustion because your insatiable dream forces you to throw all of your energy into its gaping, unsatisfiable maw. 
8. Winning children over by ignoring the fact that they tried to injure your behind with a pinecone is no way to build character. 
9. The "Lonely Goatherd" puppet show is all about coerced mountain marriages, including coerced goat marriages, which send a bad message to children and anthropomorphized goats. 
10. Certainly, becoming a Nazi who turns the family in, thus exposing both the family and a large building full of nuns to grave danger, makes Rolfe much worse. But even before that, let us be honest: Rolfe is a smug punk, unless you think being called a baby is romantic. Not "baby." "A baby." 
11. The problem isn't really that Maria makes clothes out of curtains. It's that she makes clothes out of ugly curtains. And Maria didn't pick the curtains. 
12. You would start by teaching untrained children to sing in unison. There's nothing wrong with unison. Having them sing in seven-part harmony is overly ambitious and likely to create stress. 
13. If Gretl is really dozing off in the middle of performances, she probably needs to focus less on her singing career and more on going to bed early. 
14. See once again Melinda Taub: He should have married the Baroness. (Younger, more pure-hearted people often believe the best line in the movie is "You can't marry someone when you're ... in love with someone else." More mature people often conclude it is instead, "Why didn't you tell me to bring along my harmonica?") 
15. It is possible that once upon a time, we lived in a world where a greedy but good-hearted opportunist might try to make big bucks by scouring Austria for roaming bands of folk singers, but at this point, it does seem rather quaint. 
16. "You look happy to meet me," sings a man to a plant. 
17. "Heil Hitler" might be the worst way I've ever seen a young man get out of being caught tapping on his girlfriend's window. 
18. Sure, the Captain perhaps overreacts to discovering the children playing, but ask yourself this: if you hired a nanny and later saw your children, under her supervision, hanging from trees over a road without so much as a safety rope, would you find that whimsical? 
19. "My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees." Do you know how fast birds' wings beat? This would be tachycardia. It's dangerous. 
20. That's a very short time for children under 15 to all become accomplished puppeteers. 
21. Sending Liesl to bed at the same time as Gretl seems like bad practice. 
22. It's pretty convenient that the musicians at the fancy party know an orchestration of the song about the goats who get married. 
23. Not a single person at that fancy party sees that they're about to enjoy a musical number from the host's children and can be spied making an "Oh, goody" face? Does Captain von Trapp really seem like a guy who wouldn't know any cranks? Not even the guy who wants him to prepare for the arrival of the Nazis? 
24. "Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu"? 
25. Louisa's middle-child thing is not going to be helped by sharing a verse with her sister. 
26. The lack of meaningful exploration of the Baroness's status insecurity is perhaps the film's greatest flaw. 
27. The Baroness is hardly a monster for not enjoying a game in which children hurl a ball at her pelvis. 
28. Maria's struggle between house and abbey, between Captain von Trapp and Mother Abbess, is framed entirely as following your heart and facing your problems and fording streams and ultimately love, but no one wishes to say entirely explicitly, "Celibacy is not for everyone. Just ask Liesl." 
29. "There's isn't going to be any Baroness." That is cold. THERE WILL STILL BE A BARONESS. 
30. As is closing an iron gate on a bunch of children whose mother died who want to visit their governess that it was your brilliant idea to send to their house. 
31. Everybody sings a song about what a flake Maria is. At her wedding. Etiquette fail. 
*Yes, there are 14 in the song. There are three she mentions before that. Don't come at me.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Cop-Out

It was a wonderful, full weekend. The weather was beautiful and I got to get out on my bike to run errands, went to a wine tasting, attended an auction with friends, worked in the yard, and puttered around in the kitchen. The extra hour was awesome. I thought I had been a slug-a-bed, not getting up until 8:30 this morning. But then when I looked at the clock, it was only 7:30!! I haven't been up that early on a Sunday in ages!!!  ;-)

But I had hoped to write something and I never got around to it. So here's where the cop-out comes in. All I have is a video to share ("what if characters in horror films acted sensibly?" via Yoni) ...



Have a great week!!!!

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Shark Attack

Smithsonian published an article a few days ago about the worst shark attack in history, and it reminded me of this particularly brilliant performance by the consistently awesome and shockingly chameleon-like Robert Shaw (who also edited the speech down to what we saw in the movie), telling the story of the USS Indianapolis, which in the movie, explains why Shaw's character, Quinn, has such an Ahab-like devotion to finding the shark.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Are you trying to muscle me?

I've mentioned our neighbor's feline, Boris, a couple of times before. He's a handsome guy (click on the following links for some photos) and patrols the neighborhood vigilantly -- he's a very social beast and enjoys making his rounds.

He's also a pretty tough cat (even though he does seem to have a bit of a fear of heights) who is bold and stubborn when it comes to his fellow creatures. I regularly find evidence in my yard that he's something of a fowler -- but nothing like what I encountered recently in the shade garden that sits between my house and my car.

Do you think this means Boris wants us to give his adopted family's crooning godson a role in a movie?


Godfather Theme by Godfather on Grooveshark

The Oscars

I haven't seen any of this evening's nominated movies, but this is one that I will be sure to catch at some point. I love Glenn Close.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Liam Neeson is a funny guy. Funny, right?

Who'd a thunk it?!? ;-) (In other news, the planets must be aligned in the house of comedy this weekend!)

Friday, November 18, 2011

Bag it?

I had to do some shopping today, and at every store I visited, I told them to skip the bag. If it was little, I shoved it in my purse. If it was big, I just carried it to the car. If I needed it, I could have grabbed a canvas bag out of the car, but I didn't buy much at any single store. It felt good to get home without any more of those ubiquitous little scourges.


Bag It: is your life too plastic?

Update: tag it, too?   Reba by Phish on Grooveshark

Saturday, November 12, 2011

While we're on the subject of film...

This is my way of bookmarking this, which is an hour and a half long. I've been looking forward to seeing it, but haven't had the chance yet...

Has anyone seen this yet?

It looks pretty cool...

Thursday, August 18, 2011

The Saddest Movie

Here's a list that came along with a very interesting article from Smithsonian. The list was developed by emotion researchers who need to be able to provoke people in various ways in a laboratory setting. Apparently they like to avoid actually scaring/angering/otherwise provoking their subjects, and movies are the best stimulus they've been able to come up with so far to stand in for the real thing.

Now, stop reading at the end of the list if you haven't seen The Champ yet and don't want me (or the link that follows) to ruin it for you, because I'm going to say a few things about what happens in the 1979 film. Part of the reason I put the list up here is to create a break between you and the possible spoilers below.
The 16 Short Film Clips and the Emotions They Evoked:

Amusement: When Harry Met Sally and Robin Williams Live
Anger: My Bodyguard and Cry Freedom
Contentment: Footage of waves and a beach scene
Disgust: Pink Flamingos and an amputation scene
Fear: The Shining and Silence of the Lambs
Neutral: Abstract shapes and color bars
Sadness: The Champ and Bambi
Surprise: Capricorn One and Sea of Love
I clearly remember seeing The Champ when it was in the theaters, because while I'm not sure it's the first movie that ever made me cry, I was certainly unprepared with the proper number of tissues to get through that climactic scene! And I've never seen such a bunch of wet-faced, red-eyed people as when we were leaving the theater after it was over! I haven't seen the movie since and don't really remember much about the rest of it, but I've often thought about Ricky Schroder's riveting performance as a boy who watches his beloved father die.

Apparently this movie is universally acknowledged as the saddest movie in the world. There's a link to the movie clip in the article. I followed it and figured that since I've already seen the movie and was therefore prepared for the scene, I would be immune to its powers. But like a good little lab rat, I was leaking all over the place by the end. Go figure. (Now I know where to go when I need to get my sinuses flushed out in a hurry.)

Does anyone else want to give it a try? Go watch, and see if you don't cry.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Link-i-poo!

Here are a few things I've run across today:
  • Both on and offline, I've been getting a lot of questions about my weight loss. How did I do it? What did I give up? Did I follow a program? Do I still eat meat? The answers are: It's complicated, not as much as you'd think, no, and yes. I still eat meat, but not a lot, and it's locally and humanely produced. But if you're weighing the omnivore vs. vegetarian thing, here's an good introduction: Are vegetarian diets ok? (and by the way, this is an awesome book. I read it cover to cover and it changed the way I think about food.)
  • Google Street View is now a 50-state enterprise (welcome, Aloha State!).
  • Splurb is attempting to bring you what's currently buzzing on the web.
  • 10 of winter's most intriguing films

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Hair

When I was a kid, I was jealous of everyone's hair. My mother, sister and baby brother all had very thick, curly hair. My other brothers, father and I had thinner, straighter hair, which was fine for the guys, but my hair never did anything that I wanted it to do. I started out as a tow-headed kid, but by the time I reached the age of caring, it had darkened into what was a washed out blond/light brown mix, and I had a cowlick on one side of my forehead, so parting my hair in the middle wasn't a practical option, and it all just hung there, doing absolutely nothing interesting -- not curling, not being straight, just being blah.

The first hairdo I can remember aspiring to was the afro. Oddly, it wasn't the beautiful women of the time that inspired me, but rather guys like that dude from Room 222 and Clarence Williams III. I was a bit of a tomboy, back in the day, surrounded by my brothers (I think I even had a bit of an mullet for a while). It didn't take me long, though, to realize that my limp mane was never going to be up to such a magnificent hairstyle.

Once I realized I was a girl, I used to watch reruns of the Mod Squad and wanted to have hair like Peggy Lipton's -- shimmery and straight and symmetrical. My cousin had that hair (hi, Ruthie!) and she could drag a comb through it in the morning and and then it looked great all day. I struggled with tangles and knots and never did achieve a look.

Finally I just gave up on having cool hair in high school. Instead, I spent hours upon hours at the mirror in the bathroom with increasingly heavy arms, teaching myself to french braid my own hair down the back of my head so that I could just make it disappear. (This skill later turned me into quite the popular girl in my college dorm. I was the go-to stylist for anyone with a date and no time to wash, dry and curl their hair after class. Give me a few minutes and a couple of elastics or barrettes and I could turn your head into a multi-braided masterpiece!).

And then there was the era of the big hair. Coifs went from flat to larger-than-life faster than anyone could say "Farrah Fawcett." My hair, formerly too wavy to do the flat iron thing, was way too fine to get worked up into anything epic. I remember getting ready to go to a dance with my friend Mark during my sophomore year of college and after taking the hot rollers out of my hair I gave it a hopeful shake and a toss, and then he just looked at me and asked, "are you going to go out in public like that?"

This was when I started getting perms. Stinky, brutal chemical treatments that burned my scalp and turned my hair to the texture of wheat. I'd spend a week looking like Roseanne Rosannadanna, then have fabulous curls for a few weeks, and then, inevitably, my hair would go flat again -- only now with that crispy texture that you can only get from repeated perming.

It wasn't until my friend Terri let me in on what she went through to keep her kinky hair looking good that I realized that not only was I not the only one being tortured by my hair -- there was an entire sisterhood out there -- but that my problems were just the tip of the iceberg. The relaxing, the straightening, the avoiding rain and humidity and heat... countless hours and dollars... I had had no idea. It all made my struggles with the cowlick and fine, limp hair seem rather tame by comparison.

We've all fought the battle. Some certainly more than others, but we've mostly kept our exertions and expenditures to ourselves. Until now. Chris Rock has taken on the topic in what looks to be a fascinating documentary about the pathology of good hair (follow the link to see the trailer and a short clip of Pam Spaulding talking about hair). It's been picking up awards and generating quite the buzz so far and is due out at the beginning of October. Woot. I can't wait.

(BTW, eventually, I just gave in to my hair. I didn't want to fight with it anymore. It's thin and pretty much straight with a bit of a wave here and there. I part it on the side and I keep it long enough so that I can pull it back in an elastic when it starts to annoy me. It is what it is.)

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Docu-addict...

I just ran across this site, and if you're a fan of documentaries, you're going to love it:

Documentary Heaven

The site just launched this month, but there's already a lot of stuff there, along with promises of continuous additions.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother's Day

It's been lovely here at Chez 10K. Emmie and I puttered around the house all day (she getting some academic stuff done while I baked bread and did some cooking ahead for the week). Then we made some tofu curry stir fry for dinner. It was spicy, yummy and quite the treat -- we don't eat tofu around here very often because G-Dog isn't a fan, but he's off spending the holiday with his mom and brother, so we took advantage of the opportunity to eat some gross chick food.


I hope everyone out there had a great day, with your moms, kids, grandmas, or who ever else floats your boat -- or all by yourself, for that matter. Emmie and I spent part of dinner trying to decide what is the ultimate Mom Movie. We finally settled on The Sound of Music, which we're watching now. Emmie is of the opinion that Hollywood doesn't like mothers, because many more films are defined by a maternal absence than those where mom is a strong (and not negative) presence. Happy families just aren't all that interesting, I suppose.

As for linkage, here's a list of Mother's Day questions. Also, feel free to weigh in on your own list of Mom Movies below in the comments!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

The Great Soundtrack Movies

So, I'm thinking this evening about movies that are as much about their soundtracks as they are about the stories they tell. I'm not satisfied with any of the lists I've found, because I'm not talking about musicals -- so, say, the Sound of Music doesn't qualify for my list. And movies that exist just as a vehicle for the music (sorry, George, you became an interesting filmmaker, but the Beatles movies don't qualify) are out. Of course, there are a lot of great soundtracks out there (like the Dark Knight), but unless the music and the plot interact, that's not what I'm after.

I'm trying to come up with my own list and here's what I've got so far. What am I missing?

• At the top of my list is the Big Chill. It has a gorgeous soundtrack that interacts with the plot and the characters in many beautiful ways. The "You Can't Always Get What You Want" scene is perhaps the best transition between action and audio I've ever seen/heard in a movie.


•The Graduate. Technically, this doesn't really qualify, because the music and the plot just run side by side. But somehow, I think Paul Simon and Dustin Hoffman do manage to connect with each other in this film.

• O Brother, Where Art Thou? What an amazing marriage of story and music.

• Billy Elliot. Again, I may be breaking my own rules, but I can't imagine this incredibly beautiful movie, with the ballet and the strike and the riots, without the breathtaking industrial background music -- which does seem to penetrate into the lives of the characters at times.

• High Fidelity. Perhaps the definition of what I'm talking about.

• Dazed and Confused. This is also what I'm after, but maybe I'm biased, because this film almost perfectly frames my memories of high school.