Your Humble Narrator made a quick trip this past weekend to Seattle with The Wife and The Kid; more a family errand than a vacation, but after we did what we went there to do we also managed a fair amount of touristy stuff including the Space Needle (I apologize in advance for my abject photography skills)...
The Kid and I went up by night...
...the view was magnificent but the more than usually imbecilic look on my face is reflective of my terror of heights. In one area of the spire the floor is glass, and I attempted to step out onto it and found that my body simply rebelled. I was disgusted with my inability to rule myself through reason, and at last was able to stand on it for, I would guess, a second and a half before retreating to the security of an opaque floor.
In the gift shop I obtained this nostalgic extruded plastic dingus in the shape of the Needle...
...as well as this hat reading "1962," the year of the Needle's nativity and also, less auspiciously, of Your Humble Narrator's...
We also made it to the Museum of Pop Culture (MoPOP) across the street from the Space Needle, where I was able to behold, among much, much else, a real Dalek from Dr. Who...
...Billy Mumy's costume from Lost in Space...
...some of Ken Strickfaden's electrical equipment from the original 1931 Frankenstein...
...some Star Wars props and costumes including a Jawa...
...Captain Nemo's jacket from the Disney 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea...
...a Martian war machine from the George Pal War of the Worlds...
...and the Witch's hat from The Wizard of Oz...
Quite the nerd reliquary, no doubt.
All this and more plus a quick visit to the breathtaking University of Washington library...
...plus two sublime seafood dinners, plus on the ride home, a postcard-worthy view of Mt. Rainier...
...and, further south, of the Grand Canyon...
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
Tuesday, January 7, 2020
TEEN ANGST
Last
Friday I presented a Top Ten List for 2019. But let’s not forget that, as of
last Wednesday, the 2000-‘Teens are also in the rearview.
Get Out (2017) —Jordan Peele’s horror comedy-melodrama about race as a hijack-able commodity was a knockout.
Moneyball (2011) —A superbly re-watchable, improbably touching sports movie, about Billy Beane using “Sabermetrics” to rebuild the Oakland A’s. Brad Pitt and Jonah Hill make a great Don Quixote and Sancho of baseball.
Here’s
a Top 10 for the ‘Teens:
The Act of Killing (2012) —Joshua Oppenheimer’s shocking nonfiction
film, in which participants in killings during the Indonesian massacres of the
mid-‘60s re-enact their crimes for the camera, is hard to watch, but probably
the movie of the decade.
The
Other Side of the Wind (2018) —Released four decades belatedly, the
final directorial feature of Orson Welles—shot in the ‘70s, much of it here in
the Valley—is a send-up of both old-Hollywood machismo and new-Hollywood artsy
posing. Superficially chaotic, it’s full of bravura sequences and fine, funny
acting.
The Tree of Life (2011) —Terrence Malick
takes on The Meaning of Life through the prism of a midcentury Texas family. A strange,
difficult symphony of fractured narrative and beautiful acting.
Get Out (2017) —Jordan Peele’s horror comedy-melodrama about race as a hijack-able commodity was a knockout.
Moneyball (2011) —A superbly re-watchable, improbably touching sports movie, about Billy Beane using “Sabermetrics” to rebuild the Oakland A’s. Brad Pitt and Jonah Hill make a great Don Quixote and Sancho of baseball.
Fruitvale
Station (2013) —This heartbreaking, infuriating drama about a police
shooting at the title BART station marked a spectacular debut for director Ryan
Coogler and potent star turns by
Michael B. Jordan and Octavia Spencer.
American Animals (2018) —Bart Layton’s docudrama, about four college-age
nitwits plotting to rob the rare books room at a Kentucky library, is
unforgettable in its depiction of movie-driven criminal fantasy, and of the
privileged status of the conspirators.
November
(2017) —This black-and-white Estonian gothic, directed by Rainer Sarnet from a novel by Andrus Kivirahk, has a low-key magic all its own.
Black Panther (2018) —Having debuted with Fruitvale Station,
Ryan Coogler went on to direct the most
fun of the Marvel movies.
The Lovers (2017) —Hardly anyone seemed to pay any attention to this
low-key comedy-drama about adultery turned on its head, so, modest though it
may be as a piece of cinema, I’m going to put it on the list. Hope it gets
discovered one of these years.
Here
are 10 more that came close: The Skin I Live In, Moonlight, Lincoln,
Spotlight, The Shape of Water, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, Inside Out, The Town, Attack the
Block and Ant-Man.
By the way, after a
nearly twenty-year hiatus, Your Humble Narrator finds himself back on Rotten
Tomatoes; you can check out my page here.
Friday, January 3, 2020
IT'S JUST THE NEWNESS OF YEAR
Happy New Year everybody! Check out my Top Ten Movies for 2019.
Also, Happy January! Check out the January issue of Phoenix Magazine...
...for the Top 100 Restaurants in the Valley of the Sun, several of them selected by Your Humble Narrator.
Also, here's the list of books (embarrassingly short this year!) I read in 2019 (as always, it excludes short stories, articles, comic books, poems, blog posts, movie credits, rejection slips, banners towed by airplanes, fine print, etc):
Also, Happy January! Check out the January issue of Phoenix Magazine...
...for the Top 100 Restaurants in the Valley of the Sun, several of them selected by Your Humble Narrator.
Also, here's the list of books (embarrassingly short this year!) I read in 2019 (as always, it excludes short stories, articles, comic books, poems, blog posts, movie credits, rejection slips, banners towed by airplanes, fine print, etc):
The
Road to Wigan Pier by George Orwell
The
Destiny Thief: Essays on Writing, Writers and Life by Richard Russo
Monsignor
Quixote by Graham Greene
Death
Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
FOR AULD LANG SYNE, MY JO
Here's Your Humble Narrator's last movie review for the 'Teens, on Phoenix Magazine online, of Greta Gerwig's Little Women...
RIP to Rutle and auxiliary Python Neil Innes, passed on at 75. My pal Dave and I had the good luck to see him perform, solo and acoustic, at some little club here in Phoenix almost twenty years ago; he was superb.
Have a wonderful 2020 everybody!
RIP to Rutle and auxiliary Python Neil Innes, passed on at 75. My pal Dave and I had the good luck to see him perform, solo and acoustic, at some little club here in Phoenix almost twenty years ago; he was superb.
Have a wonderful 2020 everybody!
Friday, December 27, 2019
THE INN CROWD
About 9:30 p.m. on Christmas Eve The Wife and I were nodding
in front of the tube when The Kid came out, said that her friend was having a
party, could she go? We said sure; I drove the three blocks to her house, then was
told I was invited. Her friend’s parents are Mexican, speak very little
English, are two of the sweetest folks I’ve met and have been very kind to
The Kid (she calls them “Padre” and “Madre”). The Mom is also a heavenly cook;
I’ve been to these parties several times, sitting there unbecomingly snarfing
her scrumptious carne asada or whatever and smiling sheepishly at her friends
and neighbors that I can’t talk to.
But this time we went into the back yard to find at least 50
people and a huge, almost life-sized nativity scene; guys were standing around
playing guitars and singing beautiful folky-sounding religious tunes while six
older ladies held baby dolls. In between each verse the musicians would stop,
and one of the ladies would recite some text, then put her doll down on the
Nativity scene, then the song would resume, then stop, and the process would be
repeated. Then another song was started, during which each of the ladies in
turn paced back and forth in front of the Creche, and in the breaks between
verses each lady approached her Baby Jesus, recited another text, and presented
Him with something: Two eggs for one, a pair of baby shoes for another, etc.
This ritual is apparently called the “Posada”; ever heard of it? I had not. It was beautiful; I felt very privileged to see it. The hosts' goddaughter, one of the few fluently English-speaking people there, explained it to me, and then said “Be sure to stick around for the food; it’s the best.” So I did, and it was. After the ceremony was over, a rather badass (professional) Mariachi band took over, and I gobbled up fabulous, melt-in-your-mouth beef pot roast and beans. The Kid and her friend were pressed into service waiting the tables and did a good job, but they, and the other kids there around their age, were quite uninterested in the cultural festivities.
This ritual is apparently called the “Posada”; ever heard of it? I had not. It was beautiful; I felt very privileged to see it. The hosts' goddaughter, one of the few fluently English-speaking people there, explained it to me, and then said “Be sure to stick around for the food; it’s the best.” So I did, and it was. After the ceremony was over, a rather badass (professional) Mariachi band took over, and I gobbled up fabulous, melt-in-your-mouth beef pot roast and beans. The Kid and her friend were pressed into service waiting the tables and did a good job, but they, and the other kids there around their age, were quite uninterested in the cultural festivities.
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
BIRD WATCHING
Merry Christmas everybody!
Now in theaters:
“Why can’t Hollywood make something original?”
This is one of the more common complaints about the movies; you hear it most often when a remake, or “reboot,” of a classic film or a familiar TV show is announced. The short answer is, of course, why should Hollywood start now? But another answer is that every once in a while, for better or worse, Hollywood does make something original. And the new animated comedy Spies in Disguise is an example.
Now in theaters:
“Why can’t Hollywood make something original?”
This is one of the more common complaints about the movies; you hear it most often when a remake, or “reboot,” of a classic film or a familiar TV show is announced. The short answer is, of course, why should Hollywood start now? But another answer is that every once in a while, for better or worse, Hollywood does make something original. And the new animated comedy Spies in Disguise is an example.
At least I think it is. I’ve
never heard of another spy adventure in which the super-cool hero gets
transformed into a pigeon.
Suave, wisecracking super-spy
Lance Sterling (voiced by Will Smith, essentially reprising his Men in Black role) is the bigshot star
operative of a secret intelligence agency headquartered under the reflecting
pool in D.C. He’s a pure, unflappable, unstoppable winner, who insists he only
flies solo, until he runs afoul of a glowering super-villain (Ben Mendelsohn)
with a robot hand, who tricks him out of a high-tech weapon and uses a
projection of Lance’s own face over his to frame him for the theft of the item.
Soon Lance is on the run, with an Internal Affairs team led by a relentless
agent (Rashida Jones) in pursuit.
He ends up with only one ally: A boyish young gadget inventor named Walter Dockett (Tom Holland). Walter is a
bit like “Q” in the Bond films, except that he’s just a kid, and he’s committed
to developing gadgets that are non-lethal, like grenades that explode into
clouds of glitter which form into images of sweet little kittens, thus
distracting the bad guys with the undeniable force of cuteness.
It need hardly be said, Walter's
gizmos are met with skepticism and disdain by the macho Lance. Nonetheless, he
and Walter, who has been fired the same day that Lance got in trouble, end up as
action-movie buddies and travel the word in search of the bad guy, after Lance
is inadvertently changed, by one of Walter’s inventions…into a pigeon.
That’s right, for much of the
film Lance is unhappily trapped in the form of a stereoscopically-eyed bluish
pigeon. Walter tries to sell Lance on the excellence of a pigeon as a secret
agent’s cover—they’re everywhere, after all, in cities all over the world, and
nobody pays any attention to them—but Lance, of course, is having none of it.
Wild action scenes ensue.
Spies in Disguise is
based on a 2009 short film by Lucas Martell with the much better title Pigeon: Impossible. It’s even sillier
than ‘60s-era spy spoofs like The Last of
the Secret Agents and Matchless.
But it works; there were belly laughs from both children and grown-ups all around
me in the theater throughout the screening I saw. And I may have contributed a
couple of them.
It’s also a visually snappy
film, with brilliant, intricately worked out slapstick gags and chases, and
characters—like the pigeons—that are funny just to look at. The voice cast
works well, with Karen Gillan and DJ Khaled adding amusing bits as the Internal
Affairs agent’s entourage. And there’s an unusually strong, funky soundtrack.
About all that limits Spies in Disguise are the same
obligatory elements that limit the vast majority of animated kid movies: the
misunderstood, orphaned misfit who must overcome adversity; the tough guy who
must learn to be part of a team. Despite the movie’s welcome and imaginative eccentricity,
this standard template can still be detected at its foundation. So, come to
think of it: Why can’t Hollywood make
something original?
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
NEAR AND DEER
Merry Christmas Eve everybody! Time for a new beloved
holiday special: This evening, December 24, at 8 p.m. Phoenix time on SunSounds of Arizona, you can listen to the one-act radio play "A Brick for
St. Nick," written and directed by Your Humble Narrator and produced by
Roy Weinberg. I also got to act in it, opposite the majestic Susan St John and a fabulous cast including Gayle Bass, Darryl Poenisch, Julie Peterson, Sophie Stern, Richard M.
Roberts and David Gofstein. It's a heartwarming tale of holiday spite and petty
revenge. Don't miss it!
Here are the exterior decorations this year at Hacienda del
Moorhead…
For many years now Rudolph has faithfully flown from the
tree in the front yard; he’s not really meant to be a hanging ornament, but the
low wall around the yard prevents me from deploying anything at ground level. This
year, however, the lights in his head went out...
Because of the flash on my phone, that pic doesn’t do
justice to the macabre effect of a flying reindeer with no head. So the
decision was made to give Rudolph his well-earned retirement, and replace him
with a fancy new Rudolph…
But I’m wondering if there could be a new
Halloween/Christmas crossover in this: Rudolph the Headless Reindeer!
Anyway, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all!
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