Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Who Needs a Movie?

So I've been watching a ton of movies lately. It's basically what happens when you're unemployed and have a Netflix account (a more pragmatic person would have canceled their Netflix account until they found gainful unemployment, but I've never been much of a pragmatist). Anyway if you're looking for a movie, I've seen a lot of good ones lately.

Gilmore Girls loves movies--both the characters, Lorelai and Rory, as well as the show's creators, producers, and writers: the Palladinos. In the fourth season, Lorelai invites Luke to movie night ("The Fundamental Things Apply") and she asks him what he's seen (which is nothing), rattling off a list of films: Casablanca, Chinatown, Bonnie & Clyde, It Happened One Night, His Girl Friday, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, and Diner. All seven films also happen to be in my book of 1,001 movies. So since I had not seen five of the seven (and the other two only recently), I put them straight at the top of by Netflix que-u-e.

Casablanca is widely regarded as the pinnacle of Hollywood's Golden Age. I myself only saw it a year or so ago around New Year's--there was snow on the ground and I had an spare bottle of champagne. There's nothing I could possibly say that hasn't already been said. So if you haven't seen it, do that. Right. Now. (Unless, like a certain friend of mine, you've made it well into your twenties without seeing Star Wars. WTF? Star Wars may not Casablanca be , but it's Star Frickin' Wars!) Enjoy with a nice champagne cocktail. Responsible for "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world," and a dozen more instant quotes.

Chinatown is a magnificent hard-boiled detective mystery. (How much do I love noir?) I saw it earlier this year for a class where I traced the Big6 stages of information literacy through the film--very exciting stuff. Although it's set in Los Angeles circa 1937 (and the sets are very good), there's something about seeing it in 1970s Technicolor that's slightly incongruous. I'm used to my 1930s noirs in black and white. Jack Nicholson plays our detective hero, Jake Gittes, made from the same mold as Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe, who navigates the Byzantine plot. Faye Dunaway plays the femme fatale with the film's most shocking revelation--what is it about those dames? And John Huston is masterful as our villain. And, of course, the famous last line which nicely sums up the entire film: "Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown."

Bonnie & Clyde also features Faye Dunaway along with a young Warren Beatty. (Did everyone else know that Mr. Beatty is the younger brother to one Shirley MacLaine? Because I sure didn't.) This anti-establishment picture was one of the first movies to take advantage of the new rating system following the abandonment of the Hays Code, and its fresh take on violence and sex was shocking at the time. Bonnie and Clyde rob banks, of course. For me, the emotional center of the film comes when Bonnie asks Clyde, "What would you do if some miracle happened and we could walk out of here tomorrow morning and start all over again clean? No record and nobody after us, huh?" And Clyde just doesn't get it, but then their relationship was doomed from the beginning as a lawless affair. As Bonnie's mother notes, "You best keep runnin', Clyde Barrow. And you know it."

It Happened One Night, by Frank Capra, is one of the first major screwball comedies. Claudette Colbert is Ellie, an heiress on the lam, and Clark Gable is Peter, a journalist now with the scoop of a lifetime. They can't stand each other at first, so naturally they fall in love. If you want a good romantic comedy (they haven't been making them since the nineties), go rent this (and maybe brush up on the story of Jericho--it's in the Book of Joshua). Each one gives as good as they take, and my favorite scene is when they roleplay a "perfectly nice married couple" to fool some detectives who are looking for Ellie.

His Girl Friday is another screwball comedy that raises the rapid-fire dialogue to scintillating heights. Rosalind Russell plays Hildy, an ace reporter, who's leaving the newspaper business to marry a nice, normal man. Cary Grant plays her former boss and husband, Walter, who can't bear to lose her and schemes to win her back. I did have a slight problem with this film since *spoiler alert* Hildy ends up with Walter. Of course, Roz Russell is going to end up with Cary Grant, and Hildy would be bored stiff as a "real woman." But her fiance is so nice, if dull, and Walter, though charismatic, is a liar and a crook. Still, it's very funny, and you'll have to watch it several times to catch all the dialogue.

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre scored Oscars for father and son, John and Walter Huston. It tells the story of two listless, American drifters (Humphrey Bogart and Tim Holt) in Tampico, Mexico who, after listening to a grizzled prospector (Walter), decide to hunt for gold. They find the gold, and plenty of it, but this is no action/adventure x-marks-the-spot treasure story, rather it's the story of how money corrupts. Indeed, Humphrey Bogart undergoes a slow-burning psychological breakdown in a highly memorable and disturbing role. It's an excellent film not only for character study but also for its setting as it was filmed in an arid Mexico.

Diner was my least favorite of the seven films. One reason is probably it's lack of major female characters, but then Sierra Madre had none. Filmed in 1982, it's set in 1959 Baltimore, and features six friends, in their twenty-somethings, in a bittersweet coming-of-age story (but then growing up is always painful). They hang out, appropriately enough, at the local diner. Its heavy in dialogue, normally something that I love, and while the dialogue's quite good, I never quite connected to the characters. It's notable for helping to launch the career of several then unknowns including Mickey Rourke and Kevin Bacon. It's a fine film, just not my cup of tea. It did make me very hungry though. Anyone up for Luke's?

So if you're trying to decide what to rent next, why don't you try one of these on for size?

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Brief Update

Recently, a slew of friends have gotten married or engaged, and while I'm happy for them, I am reminded of the superbly solipsistic Lady Augusta Bracknell: "I do not know whether there is anything particularly exciting in the air of this particular part of Hertfordshire, but the number of engagements that goes on seems to me considerably above the proper average that statistics have laid down for our guidance." Indeed, so the rest of you can just stop it.

Last Thursday, Maggie, Lillian, and I played cards and sipped tea in Wallingford, had sandwiches downtown at Specialty's (omg!), and bought hiking supplies at REI. I got a Klean Kanteen bottle and Smart Wool hiking socks. Then Maggie and I trudged all over Capitol Hill before getting cocktails at Chapel. It was a long but lovely day.

On Saturday, the three of us got up bright and early and made our way to Mount Rainier National Park. When we got close to the entrance there was a traffic jam and apparently some kind of horrific accident and the entrance was closed. So we drove another hour or so to an entrance at the opposite side of the park and ate lunch. Then we finally did some hiking and the views were spectacular (sadly, I left my camera in the car so there are no pictures). Then we drove all the way back to Seattle, and once I dropped off Maggie and Lillian--the vegetarians--I got a Dick's burger because greasy diner food is always necessary after getting close to nature (which I usually prefer to look at from a distance or watch on television).

Earlier this week I made the most amazing vodka tomato sauce featured on Barefoot Contessa. This is Nick and Toni's Penne alla Vecchia Bettola and it is ... there are no words. Go buy a bottle of vodka and some San Marzano tomatoes, and make this sauce; you will not regret it. It's better than anything I've had in an Italian restaurant and only rivaled by things my uncle, who lived in Italy for a couple of years, makes.

In a week and half, I'll be moving a few miles north. It shouldn't be too bad, but moving is one of my least favorite things ever, and then I'll have to buy some furniture. It'll be nice to be moved, I just don't want to do it. So that's me in a nutshell. Check back later for "Who Needs a Movie." You know you're excited!

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Me Likey

This is a post about some things I am enjoying lately which means it's a largely positive post and not about how society is going to hell in a shopping cart (how hard is it to return them, people?) or about how much I didn't like The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (but really even The Da Vinci Code was a better book).

Amanda Palmer Performs the Popular Hits of Radiohead on Her Magical Ukulele--the title pretty much says it all. Now I don't know from Radiohead, but I like Amanda Fucking Palmer, and I think this collection of covers is pretty good. And who doesn't love some ukulele? Neil Gaiman says "it's, strangely, not even a novelty album at all," though one must assume he's biased. The seven tracks include two covers of "Creep" but I think my favorite is "Idioteque" or maybe "No Surprises." All this and more can be yours for the low, low price of $0.84. You can listen to the songs and buy the digital album at her website. You name the price--the 84 cents pays the royalties--anything extra goes straight to Palmer.

In other music news I bought Joni Mitchell's Blue (finally) after seeing
The Kids Are All Right and Arcade Fire's The Suburbs after Megan mentioned their new album was only $3.99 on Amazon. It was an impulse purchase since I've never listened to Arcade Fire, but I like it so far. They remind me of Spoon.

Carey Mulligan. How much does everyone love Miss Mulligan since she came out last fall in An Education? I want to screen a Carey Mulligan festival, and I'm starting with the recent BBC adaptation of Bleak House, available for instant viewing on Netflix, where she plays Miss Ada Clare. I also plan on seeing her in Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps where she plays Gordon Gekko's (Michael Douglas) estranged daughter and Shia LaBeouf's love interest. I even watched the original Wall Street in preparation though I wasn't very taken with it.

The Film Experience Blog which is somewhere around here
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It's a blog devoted to awards, actresses, and cinematic musings which are pretty much three of my favorite things ever. There's always something new to read over there, and Nathaniel R., fellow actressexual, loves Meryl Streep just as much as I do. However, I am green with envy at him for doing the film talk so much better than I can.


Humpday, by Lynn Shelton, is also available for instant viewing, and I decided to watch it last night. It's an indie film set in Seattle (hey, I've been there!) where two straight friends decide to make a gay porno together for HUMP!, an annual film festival hosted by The Stranger showcasing homemade erotica shorts. As part of the mumblecore movement it's heavy in dialogue and relationships which are things I love. Favorite line: You're not as Kerouac as you think you are, and I'm not as white-picket fences as you think I am." I liked it much better than Netflix thought I would, and I love it when the complexity of my personality and taste cannot be reduced to some algorithm. Plus, Mark Duplass is pretty cute.

Other things I love:
  • FOOD. Who needs men when you can have a relationship with food? I was watching the Seattle portions of Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives on YouTube and was basically drooling uncontrollably. I must go to all of these places immediately.
  • Canada Dry Seltzer water. It's magical, magical stuff. I just bought the last case at QFC. Hopefully they will stock more.
  • New wisdom entries. "If I am not for myself, who will be for me? And when I am for myself, what am I? And if not now, when?" Rabbi Hillel preaches perfect, accessible wisdom, and something I need to remind myself of more frequently. And from Job, "Canst though draw out Leviathan with an hook? . . . Will he make a covenant with thee?" Which is wisdom of a much more brutal kind, as Captain Ahab would come to learn.
  • Gin! Just kidding. Well, not really.