Yes, it’s 4am. I have plenty of better things to do than blog–like sleep. However, this video just needs to be seen. It’s the Big Shiny Candy-Like Red Button of experiments with appliances gone awry. MUST RESIST BUYING LIGHTERS!
Obama’s choice of Rev. Rick Warren to deliver the invocation at the presidential inauguration is another slick political move on Obama’s part and another slap in the face to GLBT Americans.
Warren leads one of the nation’s largest megachurches, Saddleback Church in California, and was a major backer of Proposition 8. Aside from opposing equal rights for gays, he is a strident Creationist who opposes teaching Evolution. The guy’s creative though; he claims that homosexuality disproves Evolution. That’s taking scapegoat to a new high.
My long-running fear during the 2008 campaign was that the increasing religious rhetoric from the Democratic party would lead to blatant pandering on issues like equal rights for gays. The Democratic Party is our only safe harbor in American politics, and we may lose it if this trend continues.
I’m sure the GOP leaders back in the 70’s didn’t plan on having their party hijacked by the Evangelist rubes they thought they could manipulate. Religious Fundamentalism became a disease of the American Body Politic because of its fearful, hateful virulence and resistance to cure by Reason or empathy. Now the Democratic Party may succumb with Obama and his pitch-perfect religious rhetoric as their Typhoid Mary.
Somebody please give these guys their vaccinations before the new administration gets into office.
C. and I were walking up 13th Street to have lunch at the Marathon Grill next to Borders. Goldman Properties has been redeveloping the area for years as part of the not-so-quaintly-named Midtown Village. It’s been a slow process since the originally dilapidated area was home to some seedy businesses that proved impossible to evict. I noticed construction on a years-vacant empty lot next to one of those seedy businesses a few months ago. Who would open a store next to one of those seedy businesses?
On the right is Sansom Cinema, the notorious gay “adult” book store with its new, dressed-up door; on the left is Genes, the new baby store. Talk about juxtaposing innocence and experience! Maybe Daddy has needs that Mommy just can’t meet. Not seen here, just past Sansom Cinema, is a pet store called Doggy Style. Really, could I make this up?
VERY GOOD (See it in theaters now. And I mean NOW!)
It’s hard separating the man from the movie with Milk, a biopic about a life that deserves something beyond a mere excellent rating. However, let’s set aside the political and social relevance from the filmmaking.
The performances by Penn, Franko, Hirsch, and Brolin are top notch. Penn and Franko have chemistry even though they’re straight. Then again, who wouldn’t have chemistry with James Franco? Only Diego Luna’s over-acting dipped below good. Pacing, mood, setting all get high marks. However, this is one of those rare cases where putting together excellent components yields only a very good film.
Mixing TV footage from the era directly into the movie didn’t make the film more real; it disrupted my immersion and broke the spell of being in a movie rather than just watching it. Spike Lee’s otherwise good film, 25th Hour, suffered from the same gimmick. There were points where the footage did matter to the plot, but I’d rather have seen the actors watching it on TV to avoid the obvious inconsistency of film and footage.
Beyond that, it’s hard to pinpoint why this film doesn’t get the excellent I would so like to give it. Maybe real life lacks some kind of alchemy that’s only possible in fiction like in the whole-and-parts excellence of a similar period piece, Tales of the City. However, I don’t think this explains the virtual snubbing by the Golden Globes with only one nomination. The Academy better do better.
See this film on its merits as a movie and as an education in the equal rights struggle we in the LGBT community are still fighting. A documentary about Milk was one of the first positive films I’d seen about being gay. Boys in the Band and Cruising, not so much. Beyond the idea of a normal life being gay, Harvey Milk gave people like me an example of a life well-lived in public service.
Sometimes a song will sit in my collection for years before it really slaps me in the face. I listened to this particular song many times, even gave it four stars, but never thought of it as more than just “a song”. Then some snippets of lyrics stuck in my head a few nights ago, and I really listened to it, looked up the complete lyrics. Then I got it.
The band first got my attention when I discovered their video Peek-a-Boo on MTV back when MTV actually played music videos. This was not a “la-la-la” band in brilliant Technicolor singing happy songs: Dark, strange, a little abrasive, and exactly my kind of thing. Even as a child, it was Alien over E.T. for me. I’ve also always loved the Classical period, history and mythology. My new understanding of the context of “Cities in Dust” bumps it up from four to five stars.
FAIR (TiVo it.)
This potentially good film bogs down with themes gone overboard. Hathaway gives a strong performance as does Winger in her too-few scenes. Neither can save the film from its weaknesses.
Shaky cam does not make films automatically seem more real. While not the nausea-inducing level of Cloverfield, it’s enough to distract during the film’s many slower moments. I don’t go to a theater and pay real money for that home movie feeling.
The film spends far too much time dwelling on the multicultural and musical. This works early in the film with musicians practicing before the wedding and providing an organic soundtrack. Then we spend five (ten?) unending minutes at the reception with no dialog and far too musical spotlighting. Somebody was too attached to his concept at the expense of making a good movie. “The Visitor” is a much better example of weaving music into plot.
Typical of a fair film, my mind wandered frequently. The most likeable character turned out to be a dead six year old that never gets any screen time. Other than a few good snippets of dialog, this film is totally forgettable.
My guess is that serious subjects like death and addiction, multiculturalism and interracial marriage guilted people into higher-than-deserved ratings. Don’t pay money to see “Rachel Getting Married”. Go rent “The Visitor” instead.
Center City Philadelphia is bracketed by two rivers: The Schuylkill River to the West and the Delaware River to the East. Both are undergoing a transformation from abused industrial waterways to scenic recreational attractions.
I can’t head East towards the Delaware without Take Me to the River (the Annie Lennox cover or Talking Heads original) playing in my head. The DVRPC’s $1 million grant program of the same name is one of many efforts to keep river redevelopment going in these turbulent economic times. It’s good to see such persistence since it will require years if not decades to fully realize the rivers’ potential.
When warm weather returns, take some time to enjoy the Schuylkill Banks. I rediscovered it last year and walked from Judy Garland Park to the Art Museum a few times. Bladers and Bikers might want to continue further along Kelly Drive or West River Drive. Pedestrians might want to loiter at the Fairmount Water Works before heading home.