would you sign my yearbook?

This could be the start of a recurring series. Or it could be something I completely abandon after one measly post. Who knows, really? I’m mercurial that way. One could also use the word lazy if one were the uncharitable type.

When I rediscovered my junior year yearbook last week, of course I started to read the stuff people wrote in it. Stuff I hadn’t read in centuries. Stuff from people I barely — or blatantly don’t — remember. Stuff that boggles the mind and gives you the bends. But, oh, the joys! The mortifying joys! The cringing shivers!

Here’s one to kick off this series. Or non-series. Don’t tie me down, man. This is from a dude I’ll call Roger. He’s a senior; I’m a junior. His father owned a huge local car dealership and other than that, I remembered nothing about him until I read this. Then I remembered that he made me very uncomfy and I generally kept my distance from him. The word “smarmy” comes to mind. I really don’t know how he ended up signing my yearbook.

Anyway, cringe at will. My comments in italics.

Tracey,

I hope you don’t feel bad about Saturday night. (What happened Saturday night?! Nothing, I swear!) I mean, I was perturbed, but not ravaging crazy. You are a very beautiful person in ALL respects. You have a terrific personality and you can look very very good. (Note the word “can.”) I still want your picture, it’s divine! I hope that since I’m leaving I’ll be able to see you over the summer and next year. (I really want to!) I hope you know what you have to offer, cause you have alot of things to offer that many girls don’t. Sweetness, inner beauty, outer beauty, sideways beauty(eww), upside-down beauty, ha (even ewwier). I really appreciate our relationship and I hope we can cultivate our friendship into a closer one. I know I’ll see more of you so I won’t say goodbye. I hope I’ll never have to say goodbye. (Seems he did, tho. Bummer.) Please stay the great person that you are! See ya around and have an excellent summer — jr. hi talk! I know I’ll be around and I hope you call many times: (Slappy’s phone #). I know you’ll be a success in life because of your uniqueness and excellentness.

Love ALWAYS,

Roger B.
(This isn’t very well put! I’ll tell ya now it doesn’t express everything I want to express!)

I have to go ponder my uniqueness and excellentness now, pippa.

“C U soon.”

memo to lame movies I’ve seen recently

To: Vantage Point and Jumper
From: Moi

Vantage Point, it would be good, since you’re called, uhm, Vantage Point, and you advertise yourself as being a movie about the shooting of a US president from several different — again — vantage points, if you actually kept intact the gimmick which is your entire premise. Omniscient camera angles do not work when we’re supposed to be seeing things from Bob’s perspective or Betty’s perspective. I love how you repeatedly show one person’s viewpoint and they can, at the very same time, see what someone else is doing, too! Wow. Everyone is clearly omniscient here and yet, Vantage Point, you seem terribly blase about your characters’ supernatural gifts. You take them for granted. You know, I took you at your word on the whole “vantage point” dealio and was therefore totally gobsmacked by all of your characters’ unexplained and unexplored omniscience. Oh, and then about two-thirds of the way through the movie, you seem to completely abandon any feeble hold on this “vantage point” gimmick and turn into the most improbable car chase movie ever. And, I would prefer, Vantage Point, if William Hurt were killed off in any movie he makes from now until the end of time, so spread the word, ‘kay? Watching him is like swallowing a whole box of Lemonheads all at once. He’s very sour. Maybe he drinks his own urine. I don’t know. Just get it done, okay??

Jumper. Look, dude. Okay. First problem: You hired wooden-headed pretty boy Hayden Christiansen to be your lead. Now I was sorta willing to give the kid another shot after his memorably awful turn as Anakin Skywalker in whatever Star Wars movies those were a few years back, because, well, maybe he was just miscast or the script was bad or whatever. But no, after this, I realize, it’s him. He deeply fatally sucks. If I come away with nothing else from this movie — and I do come away with nothing else from this movie — I now am armed with the knowledge that he has chosen his career poorly, that people have lied to him and wronged him horribly by encouraging these bland displays, that he’d be great in a career where he simply needs to stand there and say nothing, a Buckingham Palace Guard, for instance.

Second problem, Jumper: You gave your lead a superhero ability, the ability to jump instantly from one place in the world to another, and then you made him an ass. A boring ass, which is much much worse. I think — although I’m still not sure — that we’re supposed to like Jumper Dude (whose name escapes me). I think we’re supposed to root for him, because it appears that the Samuel L. Jackson character and others like him — the “palatins,” or something? — are the villians in the movie. We know this because they’re the religious zealots and religious people in movies are always insane. They’re the ones tracking the jumpers, getting all preachy and fanatical, saying things like, “Only GOD should have this ability,” as they kill their next jumper victim. Their issue with the jumpers is never fleshed out any further. They rant and rave and overact because they’re mad on God’s behalf and that’s that.

Another thing, Jumper. You have clearly set yourself up for Jumper 2. (I won’t be there, btw.) You have a dude with superhero abilities who we are supposed to like and yet, he’s despicable. We see him, after he’s discovered his ability, watching a flood drama unfold on TV. There are people trapped atop a car in the middle of a flooded river. The anchorman says something like, “I don’t think anyone can get to them now.” And Jumper Dude just stands there and watches. I thought it was an odd moment, a disturbing moment. We see Jumper Dude not caring that these people will die. He could jump there and save them, but he doesn’t. He’d expose his ability, but does that matter in the face of this? And you, as a movie, choose to show us his coldness early on and then want us to root for him later? I don’t have a problem with the whole anti-hero thing. That character you root for who lacks the traditional traits of a hero. Sweeney Todd is an anti-hero. He does despicable things, but we understand the reason why. We know his motivating circumstances. We feel for him, even like him. We think, “I’d want revenge in that situation, too.” But I understood nothing about Jumper Dude. I felt nothing for him. He’s not a superhero because he uses his ability selfishly — robbing banks, for instance — and he’s not an anti-hero because I understand nothing about what motivates him. He’s nothing. Well, not nothing. He’s a boring bastard with super powers who’s NOT the villian. I guess. Basically, you’re a movie with no one to root for. No one to care about. The good guys and bad guys are equally repellent. When they were all still alive at the end of the movie, I was completely bereft.

So … there you have it, lame-o movies. Please do better in the future.

Signed,

Moi

quote

“In our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”

Aeschylus

flickr page obsession

I don’t remember how or when I discovered Italian photographer’s Frederico Erra’s flickr page, but I’m so glad I did. I love his work and now, frankly, wish I spoke Italian so I could make better sense of the captions underneath them. Knowing Spanish helps a little.

I can’t upload any of the images here, but click on over there. On that first page, scroll down, looking at the left-hand column, to a photo called “colors-hours” with model Sarah. I gotta tell you. She’s probably one of the most amazing looking creatures I’ve seen in a long time, with that completely freckled face and those huge, haunting eyes. She’s like Carol Kane and Goldie Hawn and something otherworldly all rolled into one. He’s got a whole category for her called “My Sarah.”

He has some self-portraits and he’s attractive, no doubt, but I look at them and — perhaps unfairly — jump to conclusions about him that don’t involve words like “funny” and “easy-going” and “plays well with others.” I’m somewhat scared of him.

Nonetheless, check him out. Tell me what you think. Check out the “My Sarah” category; I’m obsessed with her face.

lazy movie meme

Easy-peasy lazy movie meme.

Bold movies you have watched and liked or loved.
Italicize movies you saw and didn’t like.
Leave as is movies you haven’t seen.

I’m not going into big explanations on these. Obviously, there are degrees of like and dislike. But here goes:

The Godfather (1972)
The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
The Godfather: Part II (1974)
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966)
Pulp Fiction (1994)
Schindler’s List (1993)
Star Wars: Episode V – The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975)
Casablanca (1942)
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)
Star Wars (1977)

12 Angry Men (1957)
Rear Window (1954)
No Country for Old Men (2007)
Goodfellas (1990)
Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

City of God (2002)
Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)
The Usual Suspects (1995)
Psycho (1960)
Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964)
Citizen Kane (1941)
The Silence of the Lambs (1991)
North by Northwest (1959)
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)
Fight Club (1999)
Memento (2000)
Sunset Blvd. (1950)
Lawrence of Arabia (1962)
It’s a Wonderful Life (1946)

The Matrix (1999)
Taxi Driver (1976)
Se7en (1995) Hated this. So disturbing.
Apocalypse Now (1979)
American Beauty (1999)
Vertigo (1958
)
Amélie (2001)
The Departed (2006) Oh, I don’t know why. I feel guilty because it won Best Picture. But then so did The English Patient. And I’m right about that piece o’ poo.
Paths of Glory (1957)
American History X (1998)
To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)
Chinatown (1974)
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

The Third Man (1949)
A Clockwork Orange (1971)
Pan’s Labyrinth (2006) Guess I’m the only one.
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948)
Alien (1979)
The Pianist (2002)
The Shining (1980)
Double Indemnity (1944)
L.A. Confidential (1997)
Leben der Anderen, Das [The Lives of Others] (2006)
The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)
Boot, Das (1981)

The Maltese Falcon (1941)
Saving Private Ryan (1998) Not exactly “don’t like,” but have deep ambivalence.
Reservoir Dogs (1992)
Forrest Gump (1994) Run, Forrest, run! No, keep running! Away!
Metropolis (1927)
Aliens (1986)
Raging Bull (1980)
Rashômon (1950)
Singin’ in the Rain (1952)
Rebecca (1940)
Hotel Rwanda (2004)
Sin City (2005)
Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)
All About Eve (1950)
Modern Times (1936)
Some Like It Hot (1959)

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) Uhm, saw this long ago and I wasn’t in the mood. I think admitting this is probably a sacrilege.
The Seventh Seal (1957)
The Great Escape (1963)
Amadeus (1984)
On the Waterfront (1954)

Touch of Evil (1958)
The Elephant Man (1980)
The Prestige (2006) I can’t remember which “magic” movie this one is. I saw one of them.
Vita è bella, La [Life Is Beautiful] (1997)
Jaws (1975)
The Manchurian Candidate (1962)
The Sting (1973)

Strangers on a Train (1951)
Full Metal Jacket (1987)
The Apartment (1960)
City Lights (1931)
Braveheart (1995)

Cinema Paradiso (1988)
Batman Begins (2005)
The Big Sleep (1946)
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)
Once Upon a Time in America (1984)
Blade Runner (1982)
The Great Dictator (1940)
The Wizard of Oz (1939)
Notorious (1946)

Salaire de la peur, Le [The Wages of Fear](1953)
High Noon (1952)
Star Wars: Episode VI – Return of the Jedi (1983)
Fargo (1996)

The Bourne Ultimatum (2007)
Unforgiven (1992)
Back to the Future (1985)
Ran (1985)

Oldboy (2003)
Million Dollar Baby (2004)
Cool Hand Luke (1967)
Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) I LOVE the Kill Bill movies!
Donnie Darko (2001)
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)
The Green Mile (1999) Eh.
Annie Hall (1977)
Kind Hearts and Coronets (1949)
Gladiator (2000)
The Sixth Sense (1999)
Diaboliques, Les [The Devils] (1955)
Ben-Hur (1959)
It Happened One Night (1934)
The Deer Hunter (1978)
Life of Brian (1979)
Die Hard (1988)

The General (1927)
American Gangster (2007)
Platoon (1986)
Don’t know if “like” is the word here.
V for Vendetta (2005) Didn’t I go off on this movie on this blog? Blech.
Judgment at Nuremberg (1961)
The Graduate (1967)
The Princess Bride (1987)
Crash (2004/I)

The Wild Bunch (1969)
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)
Letters from Iwo Jima (2006)
Heat (1995)
Gandhi (1982)
Harvey (1950)

The Night of the Hunter (1955)
The African Queen (1951)
Stand by Me (1986)
Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (2004)
Witness for the Prosecution (1957)
The Big Lebowski (1998)
The Conversation (1974)
Little Miss Sunshine (2006)
Wo hu cang long [Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon ] (2000)
The Grapes of Wrath (1940)
Gone with the Wind (1939)
3:10 to Yuma (2007)

Cabinet des Dr. Caligari., Das [The Cabinet of Dr Caligari] (1920)
The Thing (1982)
Groundhog Day (1993)
The Best Years of Our Lives (1946)

Sleuth (1972)
Patton (1970)
Toy Story (1995)
Glory (1989)
Out of the Past (1947)
Twelve Monkeys (1995) Can’t remember really why.
Ed Wood (1994)
Spartacus (1960)
The Terminator (1984)
In the Heat of the Night (1967)
The Philadelphia Story (1940)
The Exorcist (1973)
Frankenstein (1931)
Anatomy of a Murder (1959)

The Hustler (1961)
Toy Story 2 (1999)
The Lion King (1994)
Big Fish (2003)
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (1998)
Bonnie and Clyde (1967)
Young Frankenstein (1974)
Magnolia (1999)
A Streetcar Named Desire (1951)
In Cold Blood (1967)
Rosemary’s Baby (1968)
Dial M for Murder (1954)

All Quiet on the Western Front (1930)
Roman Holiday (1953)
A Christmas Story (1983)
Casino (1995)
Manhattan (1979)
Ying xiong [Hero] (2002)

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003) Unless this is the first one. That’s the only one I liked. Johnny Depp notwithstanding.
Rope (1948)
Cinderella Man (2005)
The Searchers (1956)
Finding Neverland (2004)
Inherit the Wind (1960)

His Girl Friday (1940)
A Man for All Seasons (1966)
Arsenic and Old Lace (1944)
The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)

Wow. The ones left as-is give me some good ideas for Thee Olde Netflix queue!

at the bookstore

We were hanging out at the bookstore the other day, sitting there with our pile of books and our coffees from the in-store cafe. A mom came in with her two kids, a little boy who looked about four and a little girl who looked about three. I watched them at the condiment stand after they got their drinks. The mom had a cappuccino; the kids had hot chocolates. Mom helped them with their lids, got them all set to drink, and as they started to walk away, the little girl had a flash, as if she’d forgotten something. “I have to pay! I have to pay!” Her older brother looked at her and said matter-of-factly, from his place of much greater life experience, “You don’t have to pay. You’re a baby.”

ai — top 10 men

Just a general note: There’s a problem — and it’s this way every season — and the problem is the disconnect between the singer and the words, between the singer and the song. It’s 70s night and Robbie Carrico just sang Hot-Blooded as if he were cold-blooded or no-blooded or as if he were channeling Carrie Underwood. I’m sure the show must have vocal coaches, etc., but what about acting coaches? People who can help them connect to the words they’re singing. Something. They’ve gotta be able to perform, not just sing. Especially with the guys, the cultural vibe these days is for them to be so ironic or so detached, off-hand, that they bring that detachment to the songs — to the detriment of the overall performance.

– All right. Just now, with David Hernandez and Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone. THAT’S how to do it. He understood it tonight or connected with the song in addition to singing it incredibly well technically.

– Oh. Ugh. Okay. Example of what I’m saying just happened: Jason Yeager singing “Long Train Runnin'” and smiling a huge goofy smile when he sang: You know I saw Miss Lucy/ Down along the tracks/ She lost her home and her family/ and she won’t be comin’ back. Dude, what?? SHE LOST HER HOME AND HER FAMILY AND SHE WON’T BE COMIN’ BACK!! Do you GET that?? Unless you’re playing some kind of higher game and this is now a song about schadenfreude. Otherwise, it is not a Disney moment. Ugh. I cannot stand this guy and he just gets worse. KA-POW!

You know, I’m not writing about any of the rest of the guys. They’re bugging me. There’s a general air of smugness and/or defensiveness with too many of them. They want to argue with Simon or show off their “superior knowledge” or say things like, “I don’t need to win you over, Simon.”

It bugs. You’re all in time out.

Hold it. Wait. Oh, man. Last singer of the night. Little David …. making everyone cry with Imagine. That was perfection. Damn. I’m speechless. Best AI performance in a long long long time. That little cherub could well be unstoppable. Go, little David.

more “fantasticks” photos

Dreamer Luisa, caught up in romance, anywhere, everywhere, wanting “her bandit” (El Gallo) to whisk her away to see the world.

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Luisa:

“It’s a far better thing that I do now
Than I have ever done before!”
Isn’t that beautiful? That man was beheaded.

El Gallo:

I’m not surprised.

(Sorry to ruin the moment, but my hair is freakin’ ridiculous. And my comma eyebrows. That’s Leo as El Gallo. He was so OLD, like, 25.)

El Gallo sings of visions of the larger world, seducing her with glories, glossing over horrors. Luisa eats it up.

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I seem to see Venice
We’re on a lagoon
A gondolier’s crooning
A gondola tune
The air makes your hair billow blue in the moon

I could swoon!

You’re so blue in the moon!

El Gallo promises to run away with her. She asks for a kiss first and he kisses her on the eyes — her dream come true. (Sheesh, Luisa. Dream big, girl!)

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El Gallo:

One word, Luisa, listen:
I want to tell you this –
I promise to remember too
That one particular kiss
… And now hurry; we have a lifetime for kisses.

Luisa:

You’ll wait here?

El Gallo:

I promise.

(Liar! LIAR! Yeah, he’s not there when she gets back so she can learn, you know, a thing or two about the real world. As an aside: I’d forgotten what a great face old man Leo had. And huge hands! Good Lord. Also, I hated that blouse with a white-hot hate. It just fit weird. In the privacy of my dorm room, I sobbed heartfelt odes to my vanity about having to wear it. Good times. Good times.)

More Fantasticks posts here and here and here.

another thing about the oscars

Okay. I think somewhere in last night’s whiskey-soaked Oscar post, I said that Julie Christie looked fabulous. Because I only saw her sitting. I only saw that gorgeous face. What I didn’t see were the leg-warmers on her arms:

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So I was in the dark til now about her nearly full-body Sharpei look. And today, she’s gotten a lot of vehement post-Oscar criticism for this look and deservedly so: “Horrible.” “Worst dressed.” “What in tarnation was she thinking?” etc.

But then Helen Mirren has also gotten horribly ragged on for this because of the sleeves:

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Now, come on. The silhouette on Mirren’s gown — the overall shape and what it does to her waist — is amazing. And I don’t hate the sleeves, either, but they’re not my favorite part of the gown. But to blast these two as if the fashion missteps are equal? No. I don’t get it.

And maybe that’s why Vogue isn’t calling me to be their editor. Bastards.