From: keyser72@mac.com Subject: Date: April 21, 2005 3:53:51 PM CDT Hankblog: March 2005

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Diamonds in the rough and blemishes on the Mona Lisa Part II

Read the first part here. Then read this page off The Onion if you didn't get it all from the first half.

I think it's a fair amount easier to find a few good or even exceptional moments in bad films than it is to find truly awful ones in wonderful movies. I do think that I'm somewhat relieved that I've only seen 5 of the bad films on this list compared to 8 of the good ones. Maybe my tastes are improving :-). Rather than break out all the awful, I'll just talk about the ones I've seen.

1. Deep Blue Sea - Let's get one thing straight, this movie is all sorts of awful to the point of being campy fun. I legitimately wanted the sharks to win by the end, it was that kind of film. That said, this scene just rocks so many different ways that I'm glad The Onion crew picked it for top dog. I mean you have Sam Jackson giving the fire and brimstone speech, and then you have carnage engineered by genetically enhanced smart sharks. What's not to love?

7. What About Bob? - I saw this so long ago, I barely remember it. I don't remember there being anything redeeming about the movie in any moments though (truthfully, I recall being bored to tears). So I don't know if they're right that this moment stands out among the dreck. Have a hard time believing it does.

8. The Village - I would have had this one higher on the list. The scene is genuinely touching, even with the ham fisted dialogue Shyamalan penned for this snoozefest. Bryce Howard gave an exceptional performance, head and shoulders above most of the wreckage around her.
9. The Devil's Advocate - Keanu as a high powered attorney stretches any reasonable suspension of disbelief in a movie (even moreso than his turn as an ass kicker in The Matrix films), but Pacino chewing up the scenery at the end of this movie like a demented Pac-Man on speed was really some good trashy fun. One of the few times of late where his being so far over the top really helped more than it hurt.

11. Superman III - God I remember so loving this movie as a kid. Richard Pryor being funny (I thought then), Superman getting his shwerve on with a big busted blonde instead of that mouse Margot Kidder. Now I would shudder to watch this movie. I don't think I've seen it since I was maybe 12 or 13. I'd rather just let it dwell in the forgotten realms of lost childhood than think I was that much of a tool as a kid (feel free to unleash your smartass comments in the comments with that note).

Truthfully, the only offerings I can make on the good scene bad movie front off the top of my head comes from the debacle that was Weird Al Yankovic's sole lead acting role UHF. Most of the faux drama is painfully dull, but there were a few moments of inspired lunacy in the TV shows that Al created for his tiny TV network. I personally got a huge kick out of "Wheel of Fish" with Gedde Watanabe, and a pre Seinfeld Michael Richard's telling one kid who's won a prize on his kid's show that he gets to drink out of the fire hose. Lowbrow comedy at its finest in my opinion :-).

As always, add your own offerings in the comments.

Diamonds in the rough and blemishes on the Mona Lisa

So work has settled a bit, but not enough to get back to regular blogging. I had a break between poker tournaments though, so I'm at the coffee shop getting some writing done.

One of the things I wanted to talk about was this feature The Onion's AV Club had up this week. In it, they highlight what they find to be 15 of the singularly worst scenes in otherwise great films, and the sole exceptional scenes in some truly awful films. I thought it was an interesting topic to tackle, and wanted to offer some thoughts on what they had to say. Give their take a read, and then here are my offerings. Great movies, awful scenes:
1. Psycho - The exposition by the psychiatrist at the end of this film is pretty abominable, especially when held in comparison to the movie around it. I really wonder what Hitchcock was thinking with this one. He couldn't have held his audience to be that stupid, otherwise why write such complex movies as he had throughout his career. An excellent choice to head the list, I think.

2. The Great Escape - Haven't seen it, amazingly enough, though it is in the old Netflix queue.
3. Lost in Translation - I personally thought this scene was supposed to emphasize the culture clash on a more visceral level, as if the movie were taking place in America, the call girl would have been a good deal more upfront about what she was supposed to be there for. Not a great scene but not an awful one in my mind. I could take it or leave it.

4. An American in Paris - I've only seen bits and pieces. However, if the scene does play as they've written it out here, it's a pretty lousy way to bring the movie to a close.

5. Million Dollar Baby - In a movie I had all sorts of problems with, this wasn't one of the most egregious offenders, but it was close. It's absurd how over the top white trash Swank's family is portrayed, and that's part of why I have issues with my friend Robert's description of the film as a very quiet subdued film. I swear to god, I think the only reason they had the family go to Disneyland and not a NASCAR in the script was because they couldn't secure the licensing rights. It would have been the cherry on the top of a super stereotype sundae.

6. Network - Ok, this time I have a serious issue with their selection. I absolutely love the scene they mention because it is so farcical as to be enjoyable. If you've watched the movie up to this point, you know that saying Dunaway's character has no heart or humanity ranks among surprising revalations somewhere between "The sky is blue" and "Grass is green". But in any movie where you have characters you care about, you're inclined to wonder if the "bad guy" has maybe a sliver of humanity in them on some hidden level that might make them redeemable given a chance. The scene in question doesn't just dash that hope, it crushes it out with a sledgehammer. I love it for that very lack of subtlety.

7. Malcolm X - I have to agree with this choice as well. Davis' recitation of X's eulogy is some powerfully compelling stuff juxtaposed with the images Lee selected for the closing montage. To then have it go to the children yelling that they are Malcolm X comes off as trite. They could just have easily been extras in those "I am Tiger Woods" commercials Nike ran a few years back.

8. Bull Durham - Again, I call bullshit. The fact that Kevin Costner can't say the word "fuck" believably rings more hollow that this scene as The Onion's folks claim. I've always thought his little rant was a nice counterpoint to Susan Sarandon's "I believe in the church of baseball." speech to open the film. Crash's little details versus Annie's big picture philosophizing. But I can't claim to be unbiased where this movie is concerned. It ranks among my all time favorites.

9. A Night at the Opera - I confess my Marx Brothers canon is lacking. Haven't seen it.

10. Elephant - Again, I have nothing to offer.

11. Casualties of War - Never had an interest in it. Hard to suspend disbelief enough to accept Spicoli and Alex P. Keaton in the middle of the Vietnam War.

12. Short Cuts - I remember seeing this a long time ago, but don't remember the first thing about the movie. The scene as described does sound painful, and I actually like Andie MacDowell somewhat.

13. Schindler's List - I do have to agree on it's own the scene in question does smack of Oscar pandering. As it stands it was good enough to get Liam the nomination but not the award.

14. Last Tango in Paris - I've only seen the scene in question out of this movie. Absolutely deserving of this list, and maybe should rank higher. There are many actors who I'd have no issue with them talking dirty during a scene in a movie that called for it. Brando isn't one of them. I'd sooner hear it from Ron Jeremy.
15. Showgirls - I just can't figure out what this movie is doing on this list. I mean the movie itself is so awful as to be campy fun for the most part, but even then, it's not deserving of being on the "Good movie, bad scene" list on any level. What the hell?

I've been trying to think of movies that have singularly bad scenes within them to add to the list, but I'm drawing a blank right now. While I recover my brain function, offer your own suggestions in the comments. I'll break out the good scenes, bad movie break down in a separate post.

Monday, March 28, 2005

Next on the docket: Batman v Vader

Via World O' Crap, Mister Snitch notes the similarities and differences between the subjects of two origin blockbuster tales coming out this summer.

Friday, March 25, 2005

Friday Random Ten

Image courtesy Feministe
(link connects to her list for the week)

1. "Why Can't We Be Friends" - Smash Mouth (I know, I don't want to hear it)
2. "Land of the Living" - Don Henley (Tbogg has his Random 10 here, but this song might be better for this list he linked to. WARNING: Serious bad taste alert)
3. "You can Love Yourself" - Keb' Mo'
4. "Velouria" - The Bad Plus
5. "Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2" - David Hirschfelder (Shine soundtrack)
6. "Civilization Day [Alternate Mix - previously unreleased]" - Ornette Coleman
7. "To Cure a Weakling Child (Countour Regard)" - Aphex Twin
8. "Caroline, No" - The Beach Boys
9. "Agile N." - Leo Kottke
10. "Can't Get Enough of Your Love" - Barry White

Friday Cat Blogging

Happiness is a sleeping kitty




Bonus critters:

Atrios has well informed cats. Least, when they're awake.

Doghouse Riley at Bats Left, Throws Right has some sweet Friday Guitar Blogging. Go, it'll make sense when you get there.

Still alive

Work has been grinding me into pulp this week, but it's all done tomorrow. Will have at least a catblog and Friday Random 10 up later. Anything else would be gravy, but don't hold out too much hope for it just yet.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Last Schiavo Post, I swear

Ann Telnaes hits one out of the park with this cartoon.

(courtesy Rubber Nun and Tbogg)

Monday, March 21, 2005

The poor tortoise of the Apocalypse

Ok, this has got to be one of the stupidest things I've ever read:

A turtle that was the only survivor of a pet shop fire may have emerged with a hellish memento.

[snip]

Owner Bryan Dora now says he sees an image of Satan's face on the critter's shell. He can spot lips, eyes, a goatee, shoulders and a pair of pointy horns on Lucky's back.
Uh...yeah....why do I get the impression the fire was caused by a crack pipe accident?

Saturday, March 19, 2005

No wonder Eisner got shitcanned

This looks positively awful.

Friday, March 18, 2005

I'm gonna hate myself for this...

...but the second caption Attaturk came up with in this post has tears streaming down my face, I'm laughing so hard. That is just sooooooo wrong.

No shame left on Capitol Hill

It's all over the blogsphere, but I'll tie to Kevin Drum's post on the latest sample of your tax dollars at work:

The Senate Health Committee has requested that Terri Schiavo and her husband, Michael, appear at an official committee hearing on March 28. Earlier Friday, a House committee was issuing congressional subpoenas to stop doctors from disconnecting the tube. ....A statement from the office of Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist (R-Tenn.) on Friday said the purpose of the hearing was to review health care policies and practices relevant to the care of non-ambulatory people.

It's not just that this is an obvious abuse of congressional power, since subpoenas are designed to compel testimony and Terri Schiavo is obviously not going to testify about anything. What's really nauseating is the almost slavering Republican eagerness to treat Schiavo as a common media spectacle. What are they going to do? Wheel her into a committee room under the klieg lights so the whole country can gape in wonderment at a comatose woman? Why not just set up a circus freak show on Capitol Hill and be done with it?
This one just utterly and completely boggles my mind. What practical purpose can this serve other than to allow politicians to grandstand, and maybe give the anti-abortion movement some ground on which to try and trumpet their agenda.

There's a part of me that hopes this backfires on Frist horribly. On the website Schiavo's parents keep up, the video is horribly manipulated to try and create the illusion of awareness in Terri's poor broken body. In live hearings I would have to think that the image presented will be markedly different. And that's even assuming that she survives the trip. Wouldn't it be the ultimate in irony if the trauma of the flight up somehow contributed to the end of her suffering? My only concern then would be her parents making her some kind of martyr to their twisted cause.

Brea told me she thinks there's a special section of hell reserved for the people using this woman to their ends. My thought is that if there's any justice, that should they find themselves in the same condition they get to spend twice as long in limbo as Terri has thus far.

Update: Atrios provides some anecdotal evidence that makes me hope my theory of a backlash will hold water.

Second update: The Rude Pundit also puts out the unvarnished opinion on this turn of events. Not really work safe, as he puts some pretty blunt language to work. He is, after all, the RUDE pundit.

Friday Random Ten

As if you couldn't tell, work has slowed a bit. Hence the flurry of posts. So without further ado:

(image couresy of Feministe)

  1. "Plenty More" Squirrel Nut Zippers - a song that music just doesn't seem to jibe with the lyrics.
  2. "Goodnight Song" Tears for Fears - since I picked up Shout: The Very Best of Tears for Fears, I've not realized just how much I liked their stuff.
  3. "Mama Weer All Crazee Now" The Big 6 - British swing band that puts a very different spin on a tune I used to only think of when I had bad 80's Quiet Riot flashbacks.
  4. "Vertigogo" Combustible Edison - off the Four Rooms soundtrack.
  5. "Woo Hoo" The 5,6,7,8's - Seeing them in Kill Bill Vol. 1 doing this song was one of the more surreal aspects of the film for me. Just felt strange seeing this Asian girl rock group doing this weird yodeling type rock and roll number. Yet it all clicks. Go figure.
  6. "Suck My Kiss" Red Hot Chili Peppers - Wish I could claim to have been into the Peppers back before they were mainstream. Reality is I bought Blood Sugar Sex Magic like a bunch of other people when "Give It Away" was on the radio all the frigging time, and then I never came back to the Peppers since.
  7. "Let Me Go" Heaven 17 - yes I'm an 80's baby with my music. Sue me.
  8. "Mercy Street" Herbie Hancock - Was browsing in the Tower Records on the drag when I was still in college, and The New Standard was one of the albums on one of the listening stations at the front. Some great modern jazz interpretations on a variety of pop/rock standards. The cover of "All Apologies" is fantastic.
  9. "Sloop John B" The Beach Boys - One of the few Beach Boys songs that I like even if it is kinda fluff.
  10. "Mr. Fonebone" Leo Kottke - Thanks to my friend Jamie for introducing me to this wizard of 6 and 12 string acoustic guitar.
Feministe's Random 10 here, and Mousewords took time out from SXSW to put hers up as well.

Wolves in charge of the henhouse (like this is news)

In light of W's nomination of Paul Wolfowitz to head the World Bank, I think it's a good idea to link to Digby's post at Hullabaloo that provides some insight into how the Repugs may be thinking on this one. I'd never heard of David Brancaccio before this, but if there's even 1/10 of truth to what he says, I'm not the least bit surprised this is the tack the White House is tacking. To call this SOBs corruprt is an insult to the concept of corruption.

To Cooder

Tbogg, who is consistently one of the funniest, snarkiest voices in the blogsphere, demonstrated his remarkble range with a memorial edition of Thursday Bassett Blogging yesterday. Reading it is probably going to bring back memories of treasured pets that have long since left you to frolic in greener pastures. If you don't mind a bit of deft sentimentalism, give it a read.

But where's the story on ET: the Extra Testicle?

Sadly, No! links to this story on Ananova. Doubt that it's real, but if it is, expect an appearance with John Bobbitt before long.

An embodiment of dignity

Ezra Klein in a scattershooting post had a link to this article in the LA Times (free subscription required I think but worth it).

Dr. Richard Olney knows nearly all there is to know about amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, Lou Gehrig's disease.

He knows that over a couple of years, it destroys nerves that control muscles, gradually entombing the mind alive in a useless body until, unable to move, speak, swallow or breathe, the patient perishes.

The founder of the ALS clinic at UC San Francisco and a national figure in the protracted war of research against the mysterious ailment, Olney knows it strikes a victim without warning in the bloom of adulthood.

As a physician noted for the exceptional compassion he shows his patients, Olney also knows the sorrow and dread they and their families must bear.

All this knowledge, Olney says, is a comfort now that ALS is ushering him toward his own death, probably in a matter of months.
The man is a top expert on the disease, which gave him an edge in how to prepare for it to be sure. But even given that, how Olney has met this head on is amazing. My heart goes out to his family. I hope they all continue to fight the good fight.

Friday Cat Blogging



Doby go down the hole....(sorry I couldn't find a better link, but I hope anyone who remembers Tiny Tunes catches this).

Bonus critters:
Atrios
Kevin Drum
and Attaturk at Rising Hegemon.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Light posting

Work's gotten busy. But I wanted to say:

Happy St Patrick's Day

and

Let the MADNESS BEGIN!

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Amen, brother

Oliver Willis excerpts part of Harry Reid's letter to Senate Majority Leader Frist.

It's been said to a different man, but the sentiment is still the same.

Give 'em hell, Harry.

Perhaps if they wore red coats?

No More Mister Nice Blog points out one of the more disturbing aspects of this Times of London story about problems with friendly fire in Iraq.


The best part? The reason this is happening:

US commanders were so worried that their men were shooting at the British because they failed to recognise the Union Jack or other distinguishing military markings that, in an unprecedented move, they asked the British Army to supply vehicles, men and flags to teach their soldiers what their allies looked like....

Jesus Christ in a chariot driven sidecar people....you don't know what the BRITISH FLAG looks like? Combined with the "Shoot first" attitude the article alludes to, one has to wonder about how many of these incidents we're not hearing about because they're not being reported. With friends like this...

I think this counts as a two point takedown

Amanda of Mousewords is moving over to Pandagon to blog there with Jesse on a regular basis. Until the transition is done, she's cross posting at both places.

Today she takes this essay by Scott Jonas that talks about why good Christian women shouldn't participate in sports. Amanda then splatters Jonas like a fly on the windshield.

My personal favorite out of her take:


Most men I know admire a woman who is reasonably healthy and fit; they are also attracted to a woman who is somewhat “soft” and cuddly. This does not mean she should be delicate like tissue paper; no, a woman should be reasonably strong, and the normal duties of life will make her that way.

You'll get all the exercise you need lifting a baby in and out of a crib. Since you understand that family resources don't go to females, you won't need much exercise since you won't be eating enough to get fat anyway.

I believe that popping sound was a 40 oz can of whoop ass being opened. As they say, read the whole thing.

You wouldn't want me heading the NRA either, but I digress

From Media Matters for America, comes this lovely tidbit from Rush Limbaugh:

Remarking on "a blonde female FBI agent" escorting suspected gunman Brian Nichols to a police vehicle, nationally syndicated radio host Rush Limbaugh said that "[s]omebody here is trying to ram [political correctness] down our throats."

[snip]

Of course, a 5-foot woman could not play in the NFL; a 5-foot woman could not play in the NBA, but somehow she can be a police officer, a deputy, or a cop, and a lot of people think that this is a little crazy.
See and there are some out there who would say that a tubby, drug addled, lying sack of shit could never, in fact SHOULD never have his own radio show.

Funny world we live in.

If they add in the "Smiths" we could probably staff a large college

Ezra links to this post at SueAndNotU that just had me howling.

So, from an on-line chat at the Washington Post on the ID v. Evolution brouhaha:
The Discovery Institute, which is ground zero for the intelligent design movement, gathered at last count the signatures of 356 scientists who question evolution.

In response, the National Center for Science Education, which strongly defends the science of evolution, got 543 scientists named Steve to sign a defense of the theory.
And let's not forget there are those that we would call....Tim.

Movie Review: Constantine

Constantine (2004) Director - Francis Lawrence; Starring - Keanu Reeves, Rachel Weisz, Shia LaBeouf, Djimon Hounsou, Gavin Rossdale, Tilda Swinton; Screenplay - Kevin Brodbin & Frank Capello, from story by Kevin Brodbin. Based on the comic book Hellblazer written by Jamie Delano and Garth Ennis; Rated R for violence, language, and adult themes; trailer here.

If the road to hell is truly paved with good intentions, that road intersects somewhere near Hollywood and Vine or wherever the Warner Brothers Studio offices are located.

Keanu Reeves is John Constantine, a man with the unique gift to see that angels and demons walk amongst us. These celestial beings are part of an ongoing bet between God and Lucifer for the souls of all mankind. Angels and demons can influence us towards an end of good or evil. When one of these beings acts directly to tilt the balance, Constantine steps in and "deports" the being to their respective plane.

Constantine does this not out of any sense of altruism or interest in the outcome. His only concern is an attempt to try and offset a debt accrued from a dark secret he holds within himself. His time to balance the books is running out.

Enter Angela Dodson (Rachel Weisz). A police detective searching for answers to the apparent suicide of her twin sister Isabel, Dodson is convinced there's a occult connection to Isabel's demise. She hopes to be proven right and not only punish the offenders but also gain the right to have her sister buried in consecrated ground, a right denied her as a devout Catholic who committed suicide. Her path and Constantine's cross in a manner that sheds light on a larger conflict that may hold the fate of the world in the balance.

This movie is loosely based on the comic book series Hellblazer, originally created I believe by Alan Moore, and written by Jamie Delano and Garth Ennis. I say loosely based in the sense that the main character bears the same name in both incarnations. That's about where the similarities begin and end. This leads to a serious quibble of mine, but I need to focus on the film itself before getting off on this tangent.

The movie has a lot going for it, much to my disbelief. Though I was not a reader of the comic source material, I knew enough of it to know that casting Keanu was as wrong a read on Constantine as you can get. Despite that setback, on its own merits Keanu's Constantine actually works pretty well. He's portrayed as a man who's not necessarily haunted by his past mistakes as much as frustrated by the fact he can't quite seem to put them to bed. This falls within Reeve's limited wheelhouse as an actor. Despite how the trailer and ads may have tried to set the audience's expectations, this is not a Matrix type of movie and it works in that respect because it's earnestly trying to find its own niche as a film. Reeves does a commendable job of helping set that different bar to clear.

Weisz is an actress who I'm only familiar with through her work in The Mummy and The Mummy Returns. Her Evelyn in those movies is a stock action movie heroine, little bit tough and smart, but still very feminine. Here she's portrayed as the haunted figure in a fashion much more so than Constantine. There's not enough backstory filled in to give it much weight and so much of the movie is just spent with her looking very somber and speaking in hushed tones. There's a part of my brain that imagines her police work must have been undercover work acting as a faux goth girl that never quite pulls it off. There's also a few too many convenient coincidences tied to her character's knowledge and/or actions that stretch credulity in my eyes. Still, she's not awful and the hushed tones lent a throaty sexiness to her voice that earned her some leeway from me. Nothing to write home about but nothing to make your teeth itch either.

The story itself is actually engaging despite some of its flaws. As the various plot devices bring the audience closer to the revelation of how Angela and Constantine's fates are intertwined, there are several original ideas that are executed well. Hell as a concept is presented in a way that had me intrigued and wanting more exposition on how it interplays with the "real" world. Having read some of the companion titles to Hellblazer under the Vertigo umbrella at DC (notably Neil Gaiman's The Sandman, and Alan Moore's reimagining of Swamp Thing) I think the film version of Hell does the comic on justice. The production design for the sets helps set the mood well in a number of scenes. And the climax of the story played out in a way that I found reasonable and satisfying for the most part.

The weaknesses leads me to the gripes I mentioned earlier.

  1. There's a few too many concessions to "studio thinking" towards the last third of the movie, particularly in the big resolve. I sat there and could hear a studio exec at Warner Brothers saying "We need more action, or this thing is never going to sell." My hope is that there's a nice cozy corner of development hell for this person where they're forced to watch some action movie abomination like Con Air for all eternity to atone for their sins.
  2. Related to this first complaint, if you're going to force an action sequence on the audience after giving them a fair mystery/occult suspense film up to that point, please do not crib it so blatantly from another movie. If I wanted to see Blade, I would have stayed home and popped the DVD in.
  3. The voice over and final scene need to go. Just too cheesy for words. The movie could have ended five minutes prior and been perfectly good. We know you're going to do a sequel if the box office is good. You don't need to shove it in our face to set up your franchise.
The biggest complaint of them all centers on the decision to call this Constantine and connect it to Hellblazer. Reportedly Alan Moore requested his name be pulled from the credits (which would have been for creation of the characters), though as this post on Neil Gaiman's blog shows, that was really more of a tempest in a teacup and related to something else entirely. However, John Constantine in the books was in no particular order:
  • British
  • living in London
  • modeled physically after Sting
These things Keanu and his Constantine are most decidedly not. According to the trivia notes on IMDB.com, this script didn't get any attention from producers until the character was moved to LA and made an American. So if it's not really who the character is, where he's from, and what he's about in relation to the source material that makes the movie viable, why in the hell (no pun intended) do you even keep the name and the connection? Why not tweak it enough to try and make it a wholly original enterprise?

You could have just as easily named the character....Chuck LeMane (think about that one) and the movie would have been essentially the same, and retained about the same level of connection to Hellblazer: virtually zero. It's not as though we're talking about throngs of comic geek fans who are going to turn out for this movie in repeated droves making this movie a commercial success. Constantine is not, has never been, and will never be Batman, Superman, or any of the other DC staples. The negative press connected to the changes from the source material, even if overblown, only hurt the effort to get people to turn out without providing nearly enough positive to offset it to really make a difference.

This is a good movie. Not a great one, but nothing that's going to make you want to claw your eyes out afterwards. It should have been celebrated on its own merits, not lamely piggybacked off of pretty much unrelated source material to lend it some sort of "credibility"..

Give it a look and enjoy it for what it offers. With all its blemishes, you can do a lot worse right now with what's out there in theaters presently. It'll let you kill time until April 1.

PS: if you've read Hellblazer, and can explain to me how the movie DOES in fact connect with the source material, I'd appreciate the help understanding.

MOOSE!!!!

Ok, I'm used to Fafblog being surreal, but this is just...well...see for yourself.

Monday, March 14, 2005

Batman hits the bricks

Via Ain't It Cool News, this has to be one of the coolest uses of Lego I've ever seen. Be forewarned, it is a very large movie file.

Underneath the Purple Rain

So I'm in the breakroom here at the office, and Purple Rain is on the TV in there tuned to Bravo. And the question comes to mind: has there been another movie that so completely blended a really terrific soundtrack with such an utterly awful film. Brea is going to mount a defense in the comments, I'm sure, and she's welcome to. But let's be real here, other than Clarence Williams doing an exceptional job as Prince's fruitcake dad, what else is there in this movie to recommend it besides the music and Apollonia's breasts?

I love this time of year

Springtime, when a young man's heart turns to thoughts of love...of sports.

I have long held that the following three weeks are the best time of year to be alive for me as a sportsfan. Three straight weekends of the best college basketball action you could ask for. Then the Monday all of this basketball insanity comes to an end, I can veg out the whole day enjoying the first day of the baseball season. Life truly is good.

Thanks to Pandagon, I'm entered into YocoHoops Blogger Bracket. It doesn't appear I can provide a direct link to my bracket, so I'll just keep y'all posted on how I'm doing and if I am ahead of any other prominent bloggers out there. Shorter bracket: North Carolina, Duke, Louisville, and Oklahoma State in the Final Four, with Louisville denying Roy Williams and the Tar Heels a national title.

If you're a hoops junkie, I want to hear who you have taking it all in the comments, and who you think the prime upset candidates are.

Friday, March 11, 2005

Friday Cat Blogging



Bonus kitties:

Atrios

Feministe (read the story attached. Poor woman.)

Life imitating art that imitated life

Majikthise links to this NY Times story (Registration required) about two retired NYPD detectives who are now charged with having acted as mafia hitmen during their time on the force. This paragraph catches the movie geek's eye:

For more than a decade, the men, while collecting their police pensions, have lived across the street from one another in an affluent gated community in Las Vegas, Mr. Caracappa working as a private investigator and Mr. Eppolito playing bit parts in nearly a dozen popular movies, including "Goodfellas" - portraying mobsters, hoodlums and drug dealers. They appeared in Federal District Court in Las Vegas last night, where an acting United States magistrate judge, Jennifer Togliatti, postponed an extradition hearing until today. (emphasis mine)
I know they say you should write what you know. Don't know if actors are supposed to take the same advice, but this is taking that idea way too far if true. Mr. Eppolito's entry in IMDB for those who are curious.

Friday Random Ten

(image courtesy of Feministe)

So if I'm following the chain correctly, Feministe is the one to whom we owe this tradition. Following her lead this week, as well as Mouse Words' listing, my Friday Random Ten:

Vesuvios - Get Shorty Soundtrack (amusing, considering the sequel opened last weekend)
Drink Drank Drunk - The Atomic Fireballs
Breafast at Denny's - Combustible Edison (off the Four Rooms soundtrack)
Mandelgroove - Blue Man Group (will pay whatever I have to to see them every chance I get. Amazing show)
Piano Man - Billy Joel (cliche, yes I know, but I like the song)
Just Because - Bernie Williams (a little too lite jazz for my tastes normally, but a friend loaned me the CD since he plays for the Yankees. He's good with classical guitar, I'll give him that)
Main Theme (Missing) - Vangelis
Border Song - Elton John
BeatBox (Diversion One) - The Art of Noise (ironic, considering the beat down I took on them earlier this week)
Hook - Blues Traveler

Nice to know...

That even though college football season is over, we can STILL have people whining about the Longhorns in the Rose Bowl.

Thank god we won that game...

Clear the Queue premiere episode

The web based TV show my good friend Tim is putting on premieres Saturday, March 12th. Check it out here. I've also added a button on the right before the blogroll if you want to jump over and see what's new at your convenience.

Update: There's now a short trailer on the site. Looks like you'll need Windows Media 9 at least to play it.

It's very post modern

Matthew Baldwin a.k.a. Defective Yeti has had me howling as long as I've been aware of blogs. Today he's got a post about the birthday party for his infant son that amuses me to no end because I can sooooooo see myself doing something goofy like this.

PS: if you have any thoughts about have children in the future, read the entire collection of posts on his experience as a new father (code name: Operation Squirrelly). Some highly funny and enlightening stuff. I think if/when I become a father, I'd like to fall somewhere within the Venn diagram overlap of Matthew and my pop (and there would appear to be a fair amount of overlap, if you know my pop).

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Aggies migrate north of the border

Atrios has a link to this story in Editor and Publisher.

"Man Charged With Assault on Sheep" was the headline, and the true-life story, by Caryl Clarke, begins: "Somebody was making nighttime visits to farmer Terry Patterson's sheep barn in the 600 block of Big Mount Road in Paradise Township." It goes on to tell of a man arrested for allegedly sexually assaulting a sheep after the barn owner installed a barn alarm and intercom system to prevent such attacks.
Since Pennsylvania to my recollection was not a state that attempted to legalize gay marriage, I can only assume the assailant was motivated by the negative influence of Pennsylvania Senator Rick Santorum. To my knowledge, the White House has not called for an amendment banning Santorum from public office and petting zoos.

I miss him on Sportscenter

Keith Olbermann provides some perspective on just how Bud Selig's recent declaration that records set during the steroid era won't come with an asterisk. Selig's declaration may be worth about as much respect as his haircut.

Can not WAIT!!!

Given the unremarkable crop of movies to come out last year, there's not been a lot of reason to get my hopes up for this year, or so I thought. The Hitchhiker's trailer I linked to is one reason to have hope.

This trailer is the second (Quicktime required). I have to say this looks absolutely stunning, and might be the thing that moves Rodriguez up into the upper echelon of action directors if this plays well.

Update: A much nicer quality version of the Hitchhiker's trailer is here.

2nd Update: Ok, this might hold some quality scares even if it is a remake of a cheesy movie.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

An oldie but a goodie from my girl who was cleaning out her emailbox. This article from the New York Times back in January (free registration required) is an interesting story about the creator of one of Vegas' greatest landmarks: the "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign on the highway coming into town from Los Angeles. She sounds like a hell of a woman.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Morally bankrupt bill

The bankruptcy bill that's working its way through congress right now is a real piece of work. Rarely have I read about a piece of legislation so vile. Quiddity at Uggabugga has a question that may be an angle those Dems who voted against it may be able to make hay out of next election cycle. One can always hope.

Scary world

Amanda from Mouse Words had this post up at her place and where she's guest hosting at Pandagon. She links to this story from a blogger in Chicago and the experience she had going to Planned Parenthood.

The fact that these places need so much security scares the living crap out of me. You frequently hear people bitch about how it isn't safe to walk the streets anymore. How things have gotten more dangerous out in the world. You never hear them talk about how it's gotten deadly to get a medical procedure done that IS LEGAL. I'm not trying to pick a fight on the abortion issue, though I will make no bones about my pro choice position personally. But the fact of the matter is, the law allows these procedures to take place. No one should have to fear for their life for choosing to have a procedure done, nor as a doctor be afraid to perform it out of concern that some nutjob is going to blow them away for it. If it were any other practice that is legal within this world, there'd be outrage from every rooftop about this sort of thing.

What a world we live in.

Nurses kick ass

From the incomparable James Wolcott, this story about the nurses union in California, and how they're opening up a can of whoop ass on The Gubernator. Considering I am best friends with a nurse and a nurse in the making, I thought I would tout the field.

BTW, if you're liberal/progressive politically and you don't read Wolcott, you should. The man can write like nobody's business.

Now at QB for Dallas - Furburger

Ok, so I'm a little behind the curve on this story, but it's still a hoot.

From unmercifully comes this story at Outsports.com. It seems that for a while there you couldn't get a customized NFL jersey at the NFL online store with the word "GAY" where the name would appear. GAY appeared on a list of over 1,000 banned words that the online store would not allow. However, until this story ran, if you wanted one that read "BIN LADEN" that was perfectly ok. I guess the NFL was wanting to maintain that lucrative terrorist market, but wouldn't be interested in dollars from the homosexual arena.

The sad thing is that the only reason this even came around as a story is because someone who taught a player on the Patriots wanted to buy his jersey after they won the last Super Bowl. The player's name: Randall Gay. The only reason it appears the NFL even took GAY off the list is because of him.

If you look at the list of banned words on Outsports, there's a number of obvious ones, and some not so obvious. After doing a find, it appears that "FURBURGER" is not on the list. Sorely tempted to splurge on the jersey and then take a photo wearing it and sending it to the dumbasses at the NFL.

Would have to be the Dallas Cowboys since naturally they're...well, you can guess ;-).

And then there's the other side...

Considering the way I touted Mouse Words' take on the great things about living in Texas and specifically about Austin, I figure you need to see the bad with the good. (Via Kevin Drum).

More Schiavo madess

Via Majikthise who's guest posting at Pandagon, we get this post from Ampersand at Alas, A Blog that looks at the 17 affidavits filed on behalf of Schiavo's parents from alleged "experts" who have examined Terri. Or rather...well...examined heavily edited footage of the parent's website...or their own personal family history which has no relation to Terri's case.

Oy freaking vay.

The one examination of the affidavits from Majikthise's original post that blows my mind:


Dr. Ralph Ankenman is a psychiatrist who wants to treat Terri with Namenda (memantine) a drug indicated only for Alzheimer's disease. Ankenman hypothesizes that Schiavo's speech is "blocked" because she is in a dissociative state akin to that of some patients with severe postraumatic stress disorder. He admits that neither his blocking theory nor his as yet untested proposal to treat massive cortical brain damage with Namenda is what you'd call a "standard concept." As he puts it, "Unfortunately there is as yet no published literature validating these assertions." His recommendations are especially unorthodox, given that Terri Schiavo is neither catatonic nor comatose. (empahsis mine)
How in the hell is it more humane to keep this woman alive and let her be a freaking guinea pig for some kind of treatment that has NOTHING TO DO WITH HER CONDITION?!?!?

Stop the world, I want to get off.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

The shame and horror...but at least there's no John Tesh

Atrios asks the question of what bands you have the bulk of their catalog sitting on your shelf/ripped into your computer which you inherently know sucks but absolutely dig anyway.

The only band that I think may fall into this category is The Art of Noise. I still catch merry hell from Brea about digging them, but I really like their sound, and thought they were really trying to do something different for the time they were around. And compared to that Rammstein that she listens to (among others), it's the height of good taste :-).

So in the comments, who are your musical guilty pleasures?

Correction: It just came on iTunes, and I have to throw the Beach Boys in there too. Some of the tracks off Pet Sounds were really cool, but beyond that, they were about as fluff as music can get.

A veritable wordsmith of the highest caliber

Through Sisyphus Shrugged, I found this test on OK Cupid that tests your ability to determine proper usage of commonly confused words.

My scores were 100, 93, 100, 70. Take your best shot.

Another open call/shameless pandering for support

An old friend named Shimona is participating in the Komen Race for the Cure in Ft Worth Saturday April 2. Proceeds go towards breast cancer research, education programs, screening, and treatments.

Donate/sponsor Shimmy here.

Terri Schiavo

Via Oliver Willis, Majikthise breaks down all the BS that's centered around the Terri Schiavo case in Florida. #3 & 6 really piss me off something fierce. I can just hear the talking heads at Fox using the patented Fox News slur of "Some people have said..." to try and perpetuate #3. I wish to God someone who's been tarred by that just sued the living hell out of Murdoch and Fox and called them out on this bullshit.

The Wal-Mart myth

My DD links to this article from the International City/County Management Association about the impacts Wal-Mart has when moving into a community. The part that My DD excerpted I found quite interesting:

How does the number-one retailer maintain an image of low prices? First, by actually making sure its prices are lower than its competitors, at least on key items. These items are called "price-sensitive" items in the industry, and it is commonly believed that the average consumer knows the "going price" of fewer than 100 items. These tend to be commodities that are purchased frequently.

A mid-size Wal-Mart supercenter may offer for sale 100,000 separate items, or stock-keeping units (skus). Wal-Mart and other major retailers believe that the general public knows the going price of only 1 to 2 percent of these items. Therefore, each Wal-Mart store shops for the prices of only about 1,500 items in their competitors' stores. If it is ever found that a competitor has a lower price on one of these items than Wal-Mart, the store manager will immediately lower his or her price to be the lowest in the area.
Read the whole thing. Interesting. And it makes me feel better about trying to avoid Wal-Mart at all costs and know that I'm not really costing myself that much more to do it.

Monday, March 07, 2005

Fillet of Fido?

Americablog links to a story out of Hawaii about a bill banning the slaughter of dogs and cats for human consumption. Chris further writes:

Some in the local Asian community are outraged, saying this is racist and against their culture. My own belief is that sure, food is cultural and what is normal for one group is disgusting for another. I grew up eating oysters and soft shell crabs, food which outsiders often find revolting. Here in France, no one thinks twice about eating snails and buying horse meat, while not that common, is still a special meal. (I think it's pretty tasty.) In Peru I ate guinea pig (boney and chewy) and in Africa I tried mopani worms. In many places around the world, eating sea urchin (actually, their sexual organs) is a delicacy so what's all the fuss about?

Don't count me in anytime soon for a plate of dinner dog, but what's the big deal? Why is slaughtering a cow, pig, lamb, or chicken any different than slaughtering a dog or cat?
I can't begin to think that I can speak for all the issues here. I do think the issue of whether such a law would be "racist" seems to be a cop out.

In India, there's no legal prohibition for to be able to have a hamburger (I checked with a former coworker who has family there and returns on a semi regular basis to make sure I had this right). At the same time, McDonald's knows it's not going to be making much money offering beef products. It has in fact caught hell for showing cultural sensitivity overseas, but not using the same common sense in the US. There's a practical consideration that I think is separate from the idea of being "P.C.". It's more an extension of the adage "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

To an extent, that's partly why I can't quite jibe with the idea of this law, if passed, being racist. I think there has to at least partially be a consideration for the common sentiments of the majority in the community, and I hope I've conveyed that idea without sounding like some kind of xenophobe. I freely admit it's a tough line to walk. But I just can't abide by the idea that someone out there might look at Doby and Jackie, and think "lunch".

A more pragmatic concern is the health and safety issue. We have a tough enough time regulating commercial food producers to make sure that we aren't getting tainted beef, pork, or chicken, and even then the system fails, at times with what seems like alarming frequency. Adding dogs and cats into the mix could increase the public health hazard by a measurable amount, no?

If I'm off base, let me know what you think in the comments. Pardon the awful pun, but I think there's some food for thought in the question.

I love this town

Recently, I've come into contact with a blog called Mouse Words, done by another opinionated lefty Austinite (cause, you know, we've got no shortage of those here ;-)). Recently, she had up this post about why she loves Texas. A few thoughts of my own in conjunction with hers:

The word "y'all" and the phrase "fixin' ta". All other Americans suffer from the lack of these phrases and struggle to address groups of people or express the idea that something will happen in the indeterminate but decidedly near future.
I also like the flexibility of y'all (correct me if I'm wrong, but the plural is y'alls, no?). The only word I've come across in any other region that had the same kind of feel to it was when I was involved in the Virtual Baseball League, and was introduced to the largely northeastern term of "chooch", which is sort of a gentler version of "asshole" or "jackass" if I remember my etymology correctly. For the record, "cheech" is the plural, and "chmod" the feminine (short for "change mode").

Texans are better looking than everyone else. It's a proven, indisputable fact. Austin betters most of the state, 'cause we drink wheatgrass here, too.

Don't know about the wheatgrass part, but there is no doubt from my experience that Texan women are the most beautiful in the country that I've seen. I've been particularly blessed to know so many gorgeous women personally in my lifetime ;-).

Cowboy boots and cowboy hats. However, you have to live here a set amount of time before you can pull it off.
Sadly, I've lived here all 32+ years I've been alive, and doubt I could pull the cowboy hat thing off, though I may be giving it a shot in a couple of years, as there's a custom job I am thinking of getting for when I play poker. Pictures promised if that does happen.

Austin voted for Kerry.
Cause dammit, we got common sense here.

The city has a vibrant downtown that is easy to find, and is not spread out like Houston or confusing like Dallas/Ft. Worth.
This I have to object to slightly, as downtown Ft Worth I think has a lot to offer in the Sundance Square area, although it's not as good as Austin, and isn't the same since Caravan of Dreams was closed and turned into a restaurant.

Austin probably has the best music scene in the country and we have a burgeoning film geek scene that is a sight to behold.
Amen and hallelujah on both counts.

My own personal contributions on the excellence that is Austin above all other Texas cities:

There's nothing better after a night out drinking than stumbling into Katz's for some matzah ball soup, or a good reuben at 3am. And I gotta tell ya, Katz's never closes. Rather some pancakes or queso? Kerbey Lane has you covered. For that matter, so does Magnolia Cafe.

Alamo Drafthouse has to be the coolest movie theater concept EVER! I understand there's a close approximation in Ft Worth called The Tavern, but it can't possibly hold a candle to Alamo. Only in Austin could you suck down some beers while catching Bruce Campbell in all his Elvis like glory with Bubba Ho-Tep or take in a midnight screening downtown with the ridiculously campy Flesh for Frankenstein with the one and only Udo Keir there to introduce the film, take questions, and remind us once again that he was "born a vampire". Pretty sure he was already three sheets to the wind before things even started to boot.

Because you haven't really seen Greater Tuna until you've seen it at The Paramount Theater.

Because even if we've lost five in a row to the SOBs, OU STILL SUCKS!

Borrowing some lyrics from a song by a former Austin band called Hair of the Dog, who later became Pubcrawler. Lyrics may date the song a bit, but it still applies:
Dallas got them Cowboys Houston's got Hakeem Austin's got them vampires and that all night music scene And I love a Shiner longneck And I love a Sixth Street binge And sobering up at Kerbey Lane so we can do it all again...


God bless Austin, and God bless Texas. And for my non native friends out there, to borrow from Lyle Lovett, that's right, you're not from Texas, but Texas wants you anyway.

Leave your favorite things about Texas and Austin in the comments.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Review: Ray (2004) Director - Taylor Hackford; Starring - Jamie Foxx, Kerry Washington, Regina King, Clifton Powell, Bokeem Woodbine, Aunjanue Ellis; Screenplay - James L. White, from a story by Taylor Hackford and James L. White; rated PG13 for sexuality, language, and depictions of drug use; trailer here.

I cried a little the day Ray Charles passed.

I wasn't a huge follower of Charles. I knew some of his music, though I learned more in the time after he'd passed than I ever knew in the years prior. I just had an understanding of him as a significant musical figure and contributor to what helped to shape American culture. I knew the world would be a far lesser place without him in it.

I'd seen the trailer for the movie Ray a month after he passed, on the front end of The Bourne Supremacy. I was amazed by what little I saw of Jamie Foxx in that brief trailer and how much it seemed like he had a grasp on who Charles was. Now, having finally seen the movie, I can say that Foxx did much more than just get a grasp on who Charles was. He raises his performance above mere impression to a level well above the material surrounding him.

Ray is the story of Charles' life. Though it does spend a little bit of time on his childhood in the Florida panhandle, the story focuses mostly on his adult life and the trials and tribulations Charles faced on the road to stardom. Starting with his debut on the music scene in Seattle as a 19 year old jazz and blues pianist and culminating with Charles' receipt of an award from the Georgia state legislature naming his song "Georgia On My Mind" as the official state song, director Taylor Hackford paints Charles as a showman with a troubled past and a taste for experiences in his life that would transcend the sensory deprivation from the loss of his sight.

Foxx studied Charles for a few weeks before striking out on his own, feeling that a 73 year old Charles couldn't help him get a feel for how to play the 19 year old Charles. Whatever sources Foxx relied on to help him get a feel for the character, they worked wonders. Foxx is a real discovery in his performance and may have made his mark as one of the most talented actors working today without question. In his acceptance speech for the Best Actor Oscar he won for this film, Foxx told a story of meeting Sidney Poitier for the first time (and doing a spot on impersonation in the bargain). I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that Foxx could be the greatest African American actor since Poitier, and one of the most gifted in the last 20 years, maybe longer.

This proves to be a saving grace for the rest of the film, because everything else about this movie is somewhat lackluster. It has a feel like a mediocre TV movie. One wonders just how poor this film would have been had Foxx not contributed his performance to it.

Part of the weakness of the film lies in the script. Foxx's performance really taps into the more sensuous aspects of Charles' personality. It is those aspects that likely contributed to Charles' womanizing as well as his serious addiction to heroin. By mining this part of Charles' personality, Foxx adds a level of sexuality I had never heard in Charles' music before. "Hit the Road, Jack" is a song about a jilted lover, but it's when you really see Charles' passion laid bare that I feel the venom that lies beneath some of the lyrics.

Hackford undermines this in the script by breaking the story up in an episodic fashion, reducing Charles' life to a series of snippets that feel just a wee bit to coincidental to feel completely legitimate for me. The segment in which Charles comes to record "Mess Around" felt almost hammy to me, a fact that probably wasn't helped much by the casting of Curtis Armstrong as Ahmet Ertegun, the man who first signed Charles with Atlantic Records, and producer on many of Charles' early albums. Maybe it's just me, but I can't see Ray Charles getting advice on how to break out musically from Booger of Revenge of the Nerds fame.

The other supporting roles fall into the same sort of trap. Larenz Tate is a good actor, and casting him as the young Quincy Jones could hold a lot of potential. Yet Jones barely makes any appearances in the movie, and none of any real note. Kerry Washington's role as Della Bea Robinson, the woman who would become Mrs. Ray Charles, is a cookie cutter stand by your man type and not much else. There's a real potential to showcase her as someone who who was a long suffering but proud woman. Formulaic maybe, but it would have held more potential than the character that's given to us instead.

Hackford secured the rights to do Charles' life on film in 1987, but was unable to find a studio to produce the movie. He wound up doing it independently, with Universal stepping in to distribute only after the film was completed. Universal stepped up because one of the executives at the studio used to hitchhike to see Charles' concerts when he was younger.

I think the film world is better for it simply because of the exposure it gives Foxx as an actor. The movie itself hardly merited consideration as one of the five best of 2004, but as I noted in my Oscar wrap up, considering the year in film was hardly distinctive it probably isn't surprising that a mediocre film got elevated in consideration. Foxx's performance is that good. Hopefully it's a sign of many great things to come for him.

Very belated Oscars take

So I'm just now getting a chance to talk about the Oscars awarded last week, and thought I would scattershoot on a couple of broad topics before taking down the top awards themselves.

Chris Rock was an unconventional selection for MC, and I think his monologue to open was worth the price of admission alone. That being said, what the hell are the organizers thinking by limiting people like Rock and Whoopi Goldberg from winging it during the show. A lot of the scripted jokes fell flat, and there were at least a couple of times where you could see a look on Rock's face where he's thinking "What the hell are you having me read this crap for?" My understanding is that Oscar ratings were down this year slightly from last. Some of what I've seen on the web is trying to lay that blame on Rock's head, not surprisingly at least a little from the right wingnuts, who weren't happy Rock went off on W. during the monologue, and probably fed their persecution complex more than a little. The reason ratings were down had nothing to do with Rock, and I'll talk about that a little more later.

Also sucking bad was the attempts to jazz up the ceremony by either A) having all the nominees appear on stage at the same time; or B) doing the presenting and speech from the seating areas. King Kaufman, the sports writer for Salon.com, had the best take by far:

For that, we got the spectacle of Cate Blanchett and Jeremy Irons wandering around in the audience like ushers, and the winners of the various best whatever Oscars that got this treatment taking the statuette handoff, then padding down the aisle a few feet to a microphone, looking for all the world like someone about to ask Oprah's guest a question.

If you're in the movie business you spend your whole life dreaming of that moment when you'll get to make that walk, climb those stairs, kiss some movie star and stare out at a sea of faces that looks like one of those pizza-parlor murals, the ones with all the Hollywood royalty from Charlie Chaplin to, oh, those usually end around a youngish Woody Allen and Burt Reynolds, but you know the ones I mean.

Then you finally win one and the experience is a little like getting up to tell the City Council that your neighborhood has quite enough liquor licenses already, only a little less satisfying.


I think that hits it right on the heads just how wrong it felt to do the presentations like that. And you know what ABC, if you're going to have awards for best short, and best animated short, maybe you'd like to, you know...show bits of the freaking short!!

One of the highlights for me was Sidney Lumet's acceptance speech for his honorary Oscar. In summary, his general thanks was issued not to any one person, but rather to the movies in general. As he said, he has one of the greatest jobs in one of the greatest industries in the world. It's one of the few times where I've seen an old Hollywood hand earnestly seem grateful for the fortune that put them in such a privileged position. It put a smile on my face to hear it.

Lastly, I would be thrilled if the Academy and ABC could find some excuse to have Yo-Yo Ma play the cello every year at the Oscars. I just wouldn't have it be because we keep having as many great film people passing be the reason to have him on. His cello practically wept during his number, and seeing how many legends and good solid actors, directors and such passed this last year made it seem like the cello had very good reason to weep.

Now, on with the criticisms. Obviously just my opinion, but for what it's worth:

Best adapted screenplay - Winner: Sideways; who deserved it: Sideways
I have to admit, I was surprised the Academy got this one right. Considering the way Million Dollar Baby was getting so much pub as a favorite, I was certain this award would go that way too.
Best original screenplay - Winner: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind; who deserved it: Eternal Sunshine
Again, utterly dumbfounded that the Academy got this one right. Charlie Kaufman has to one of the single most brilliant minds in Hollywood right now. Every single thing he's done has just left me floored (though I haven't seen Human Nature). At this point he could write a screenplay that read like the ingredients in Coke, and I'd go see it excitedly.
Best supporting actress - Winner: Cate Blanchett; who deserved it: Virginia Madsen
Madsen was the only horse I really had in this race, and so can't get too worked up over it. I freely admit personal bias at being in love with the character she played in Sideways, and could just have my vision clouded by that. Side note: ABC chose probably the worst sample clip ever for Sophie Okonedo's nominated turn in Hotel Rawanda. The clips shows her sobbing in the back of a truck as it pulls away from Don Cheadle. Folks, that's the best sample of her work you could find from the movie? Come on, give us a little more here.
Best supporting actor - Winner: Morgan Freeman; deserved it: Jamie Foxx
I'm happy the Academy finally got their heads out of their asses and said "Hey we haven't gotten an Oscar to Morgan Freeman? What are we smoking?" But honestly, there wasn't another actor out there doing better work than Jamie Foxx. He brought such a wonderful level of depth and humanity to his character in Collateral. He should be bigger than any other actor out there right now. I think he should be pulling down Tom Cruise money for anything he wants to do from here on out. Best actress - Winner: Hilary Swank; deserved it - Swank (I guess)
I'd only seen Swank's performance, and Kate Winslet's in Eternal, and of the two, I can't make any quibbles about giving it to Swank. She's also showing the world just how gifted she is, and should be one of the all time greats when her time is done, barring any awfully choices (see Halle Berry, Catwoman)
Best actor - Winner: Jamie Foxx; deserved it - Foxx
More on this one in a bit, with my write up of Ray. We'll just say (with a tasteless joke to be sure) this one was so obvious, a blind man could have seen it.
Best director - Winner: Clint Eastwood; deserved it - just about anyone but Clint
This is one I just can't figure for the life of me. Oscar of late has been all about making up for past mistakes. Getting the statue to people who had been passed over in the past, even if the performance actually winning didn't merit it for the year given (call it the Pacino/Scent of a Woman award). By that criteria, Scorsese winning for The Aviator is an absolute no brainer. And if you're not going to play make-up here, giving the award instead to The Aviator for Best picture, then you have to give it to Payne for coaxing some truly exceptional performances out of his actors to make Sideways something exceptional? Hackford didn't deserve it for Ray, so I can't say ANYONE but Clint, but for God's sakes, where was Michael Mann for Collateral? Brad Bird for The Incredibles? Michael Gondry for Eternal Sunshine? Hell, I wouldn't have even batted an eye over Sam Raimi getting it for Spiderman 2. But Clint? For one of the most overblown pieces of sniveling, begging Oscar fare? Oy freaking vay people...
Best Picture - Winner: Million Dollar Baby; deserved it - The Incredibles (not nominated)
As you can see from my ranting on the director award, I was not happy to see this one go. MDB just didn't have anything to appeal to me as a viewer, and left me feeling manipulated and unimpressed. The simple fact of the matter is that the movie that I think did best at telling the story, involving me in the characters, and keeping me pinned to the edge of my seat wanting to know what happens next did not get nominated in this category. Pixar has been breaking new ground and raising the bar for what children's fare could potentially be head and shoulders above anything else out there (and I say this not as a shill for Apple and Steve Jobs, but just as a movie fan in general). With The Incredibles, Bill Bird and Pixar said a kid's movie can be longer, deal with deeper issues than just simple morality tales, and still be exciting, engaging, fun, and memorable. That deserves to be rewarded, and I think Oscar just completely whiffed on this one. Ten years from now, I can almost guarantee people will still be talking about The Incredibles. MDB will have long since faded from memory. I think this ranks just above Titanic and Gladiator as far as least deserving Best Pictures goes, but not by a huge amount.

As a parting shot, my top 10 for last year were:

1) The Incredibles
2) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
3) Collateral
4) Sideways
5) Shaun of the Dead
6) House of Flying Daggers
7) SpiderMan 2
8) The Bourne Supremacy
9) Closer
10) Kill Bill: Vol 2

Simple fact is this was a really unremarkable year for film, and that's the real reason why ratings were down this year. There wasn't one single film in the top categories that had a whole lot of people invested in it, and as such, it's hard to get worked up over a bunch of overdressed celebrities walking down a red carpet without a rooting interest. Hopefully 2005 will hold more promise than 2004 did. If not, I have fears that Hollywood may be winding down the same path the music industry has blazed over the last few years. Time will tell if things are getting better or worse.

Hope to have a Ray writeup tonight. Until then...

Friday, March 04, 2005

Friday Cat Blogging

Today: guest cat Deja



Brea's kitty appears to be a basket case.