I Feel a Blog Coming On

(To the tune of "Before the Parade Passes By")
contributed by LK

I feel a blog coming on
I need to write some alliterative cynicism,
I feel that blog coming on
I sure hope I find some wonderful witticisms
It's all there, down up top
Where there'll be nothing stopped by a little criticism

When the ideas grow and the laptop glows
That's when I'll go and blog it all
I'm gonna hack it through
Because that's what I wanna do
Coz I feel a blog coming on!

More Movie Viewing

A random rental crossed my vision last night: Equilibrium, a 2002 science fiction film starring Christian Bale, a lad currently popular though woefully challenged, talent-wise. More's the pity...

Equilibrium is, fundamentally, a knockoff of Ray Bradbury's classic Fahrenheit 451, a book adapted to film, then recently remade. Equilibrium simply expands the notion of books to all art in the name of eradicating feelings, though that only seems to apply to positive ones. The idea is to prevent a fourth world war from occurring by enacting it on a civil level... Fine. I get it. Too bad Sean Bean gets killed off so quickly, leaving Christian Bale, who doesn't actually need the emotion-supressing drug in real life, to carry the film.

Okay, I was gonna go long with this, but that pretty much sums it up.

In the immortal words of Thing, 'Nuff said.

Another Movie Review

The other day I had a chance to acquire Little Miss Sunshine but, not having heard or read anything about it, I declined. Then it arrived in the mail, courtesy of Netflix, on the same day that a longtime Filmfun friend happened to mention it. That night I resigned myself to sitting through what promised to be an irritating movie. I was never so glad to be so wrong.

The title promises something along the lines of those irritating JonBenet-style contests, but this road trip film is actually a wonderful skewering of that reprehensible genre and competition. The casting of Alan Arkin, Greg Kinnear, and Toni Collette would have tipped me off, had I paid initial attention. Their presence perked me up as the opening scenes unfolded.

What I found particularly interesting was Collette's (relatively) unusual turn as the emotional anchor around which three flailing males revolve, a nice change from the drowning female I have more frequently seen her portray. I spent the whole movie waiting for her character to fall apart; I was ultimately pleasantly disappointed.

Greg Kinnear is an actor I have enjoyed for a very long time. I consider him to be intelligent and talented in many ways, a rarity in these days of mere celebrity. To see him playing shallow and substance-free was, again, an interesting turn. I found his epiphany believable.

Alan Arkin I have enjoyed since I first saw him in Freebie and the Bean. He has a way of delivering outrageous lines that tickles me immensely. While some may find his character's demise both unexpected and implausible, I see it as very much in keeping with the narrative's persistent skewering of Kinnear's character's "9 Steps" nonsense. Life is, after all, unpredictable, not something absolutely controllable. Despite a person's best efforts, loss does occur, but it doesn't necessarily make a person a Loser. Along those lines, losing can be a source of subsequent humorous situations, especially if one has a proper appreciation of irony.

Steve Carell, who I have primarily seen playing an idiot, takes a beautifully subdued and understated turn as a gay Proust scholar on the comeback trail from a broken heart and a failed suicide attempt - nothing like a double failure to fuel a character's background... I particularly appreciate that his chin doesn't drag (no pun intended) through the whole film.

Paul Dano doesn't have many lines, but he holds up well enough in some pretty heady company in this cast. Sure, he gets away with pouting a bit much, but as Carell's character says, he's not as unintelligent as he looks...

Abigail Breslin didn't make much of an impression on me as she trotted down the Golden Globes Red Carpet, but then, who does? Her performance in the film is another matter. Behind those coke bottle glasses lurks a young girl able to exude confidence and vulnerability well enough for this role. One can only hope that she gets the message of the film and not the industry as she continues to mature.

Of course, one can question just what the film intends in her case, but still...

A fun, thoroughly delightful film that I found continually causing me to catch myself in startled amusement - I highly recommend it, though I wouldn't necessarily call it the absolute best of the year. Suffice it to say, this is a film worth seeing. (Look past the obvious gags.)

Whither the Weather

What a lame title! Oh well...

This morning's temperatures broke records around the Bay Area. Then the news told of a fructose spill on the 880 that resulted in a seven-mile backup and multiple hours delays in the morning commute. This follows a massive refinery fire yesterday and precedes the possibility of "black ice" tomorrow. Of course, all this is mild compared with what is going on in other parts of the country. Remember when writing about the weather was deemed one of the most boring things a person could do in a letter? In hindsight, I think that was just Southern California's way of bragging that they didn't have the same meteorological concerns and constraints that the rest of the country routinely endures. Truth of the matter is that while the densely populated portions of California do not generally experience the extremes of weather that the Midwest does, they are not totally immune to the vicissitudes of nature either. This is a harsh season, weather because of global warming or because of some freak of circumstances.

Now let's get back to that fructose spill; what's up with that? Juice caused a jam. Huh... We are more accustomed to the idea of an oil spill or some toxic waste overturning and terrorizing everyone within breathing distance of the fumes, but the truth of the matter is that something as simple and natural as fructose (found on many food labels) can create one hellishly sticky mess. An ironic note came over the news two hours after the initial spill: the truck carrying necessary equipment for cleaning up the truck and spillage was stuck in traffic. What a sticky wicket!

Weather: whether or not one is accustomed to wild swings in the weather, one cannot help but be aware of its reporting on the news these days. All those earnest meteorologists determined to prove that they are not just decorative "weather girls" bombard us with all the information some of us tried so desperately to ignore in high school. The more politically correct attempt to conceal their personal feelings as they monitor their adjectives in describing the changing patterns, but clearly there are innate biases towards certain systems. Do we fear or long for rain, sun, wind, snow? Do we seek or seek to flee from high surf? Does the Great UnderToad impress or depress us? (Garp)

I can't imagine why I ever bought into the notion that discussing the weather might be boring, except perhaps that I grew up in pre-concrete jungle Paradise. Yeah, I'm bragging.

Female Misogynism

A recent discussion about the recent remake of Stepford Wives noted that this version dilutes the motivation of male fantasy fulfillment by replacing it with a perversion of female desire for romance. The use of Glenn Close as the mastermind of this twisted plot is particularly effective in light of her previous turn in the groundbreakingly chilling Fatal Attraction. Personally, I consider this to be a particularly disturbing example of female misogyny. Clearly the Close character is sufficiently contemptuous of her own sex to qualify as such. Why else would she glorify a useless if decorative male who has abandoned her and whose robotic substitute is primarily useful as facade, lure, and decoy? Is this really an improvement in the narrative or just another way of highlighting a truly cynical perspective on females in and out of the workplace?

Insecurities

Working with clothes is not my thing
Advising on accessorizing and bling
Give me a gizmo or a book or a sport
Give me fun things of some other sort
But don't ask my advice about decorations
Unless you've a sense of humor or a lot of patience
Gotta go gotta zip gotta head on out the door
Just as well since today I feel like a serious boor

Drinking and Driving Don't Mix

Well, drinking and driving an automobile may not mix, but how about a keyboard? I don't believe I've felt this way in far too long...

The wind's kicking and I'm swilling, but life does go on, at least, if I stay off the roads for awhile...

I've been seeing ads for Children of Men this week. I didn't realize I'd seen it prior to its wide release, or perhaps I'd have held off reviewing it so blithely. I'm not sure I'd have gone to see it if I'd seen the previews first, but I'm glad I did see it beforehand. Though I question its comparison to Bladerunner, I did find it particularly thought-provoking, especially in these times in which we live.

In curious contrast stands Eragon, whose previews had me panting with expectation, but whose actual presentation left me more than a little cold. Will I buy the dvd? If I'm plump in the pocket at the time, but not otherwise...

A dvd I'm glad I bought is Goblet of Fire, even though it is currently still available on Comcast's "On Demand" feature. Now there's a movie I've watched repeatedly and plan to do so again, much like the trilogy, if not quite so long.

Speaking of dvds... I'm coming, if ever so slowly, to the conclusion that dvds are far more sensible than premium channel subscriptions. Actually, I've always thought them more sensible, though I've been reluctant to surrender the indulgence of fingertip control over the physical exchange of discs. Talk about pathetic self-indulgence, to say nothing of expense. Well, as the Walrus so wisely once said, "The time has come . . ."

Obscure? I think not, except perhaps to myself. As I presume that the bulk of this is to myself anyway, I don't really see the problem...

Hm... so perhaps skipping Friday entries is not such a foolish and self-indulgent act after all, but more in the manner of a community service?

On that note, I bid anyone foolish enough to be reading this a fond good night.

Loving Care

Surgery on girl raises ethical questions - Yahoo! News

Found this story while browsing news. It's probably been around for some time now, but slow as I am, it's only coming to my attention now. Basically, a young girl born with severe brain damage has been stripped of her uterus and breast tissue and put through a hormone treatment regimen in order to stunt her growth so that her loving parents can better care for her and provide her with touching, cuddling, and inclusion in family activities more easily. While the medical treatment neither hurts nor helps the patient directly, it does ostensibly facilitate the tasks of her caregivers.

I couldn't help but contrast this story in my mind with a recent Christmas season e-mail attachment going around about a father/son team that has been competing in marathons and triathlons for a very long time, possibly over a score of years. The son is a grown man now, though his father has been lugging him around since he was but a boy unable to move himself. (I believe the boy is paraplegic.) That father got himself into peak physical condition in order to provide his son with physical activities the lad would not otherwise have been able to experience. These parents have chosen to modify their child, ostensibly for the same reason the other father "modified" himself, albeit through exercise instead of surgery.

Each parent has to decide how much of self to give for offspring, just as each child must, God willing, someday decide how much of self to give for the care of aging parent(s). We don't live in easy times, though I suspect no one ever has. Medical and technological advances simply reframe age-old questions with no right or easy answers.

Children of Men - A Secular Nativity Tale

Clive Owen is growing on me, and I don't mean in a fungal way. He has that brooding presence that works so well for Gothic romance heroes such as Heathcliffe and Darcy, though I've yet to actually see him in such a film.

Julianne Moore, on the other hand, has frequently blown me away with her performances, though I found The Forgotten a bit too much like its title for lasting satisfaction. Her touted presence in , then, understandably left me ambivalent about the prospect of seeing the film. Sure enough, her performance, or should I say her role, startled me. 'Nuff said.

Now, I have not yet had the pleasure of reading P. D. James' novel, but this film certainly encourages me to do so. What I really want to know is whether the original author, the screenwriter, or the collective film production team initiated all those sly Biblical Nativity parallels, some narrative, some visual, some dialogue, some mere passing quips. I must say, Michael Caine makes a curious Simeon (Luke 2:25ff), if that is who he was supposed to be. I did find the whole gender reversal tweak interesting, whenever it manifested. I also liked the fog and fresh beginnings and being lifted up into the visual clouds that is implied rather than shown.

But maybe it's just me, and all that stuff wasn't really there. So maybe I shouldn't be so offended that the pharisaic parallels were called "Fish". Really, I think I read too much into things and perhaps this movie really is the Bladerunner of its generation, though I think that's a bit of an insult to both vehicles, IMHO.

Turning

So we're closing out this 2006 with some notable deaths: Gerald Ford, James Brown, and Saddam Hussein. It's unfortunate that they are all names that seem to be more a part of yesterday's news than current events, though perhaps that is a better way to go - when one's most notable moments have had a chance to play out in full. I have to think it's more fitting for such a list at the end of the year than as a beginning, as has too often been the case.

Morbid? Who, me? I look upon this past year and see personal and public tragedies that have thrown me off my stride more than once, so I cannot say farewell to this year with too much regret. I can only look forward to 2007 with optimism - may HP7 be released in this coming year, may Eldest prove a better film than Eragon, may those who are currently snowbound find the coming year more passable and fair.