Kamis, 29 April 2010

Can everyone stop finding things 'pitch-perfect''?"

'Writer/director Nicole Holofcener (Lovely & Amazing) is adept at fashioning credible characters, particularly female. Rebecca (Rebecca Hall) is a mammography technician who is devoted to her crotchety grandmother (Ann Guilbert). Guilbert (who was Millie on The Dick Van Dyke Show) plays 91-year-old Grandma Andra with pitch-perfect comic timing.' — USA Today

I think I've had enough of "pitch perfect." Can everyone stop using it now? Maybe they could junk it the same time they junk "limn." Just typing that word gives me the shivers. Anyone who uses it is a complete scoundrel. It sounds harsh, I know, but in a world otherwise devoid of absolutes, you can rest assured that anyone using the word "limn" is likely to start pouring world-class horse manure into your lap at some point in the not-too-distant future. Just the hard-won wisdom of my tender years. Do with it what you will.

Quote of the day: George Clooney

"This is not the first bomb I've experienced." — upon the finding of a World War II bomb near his property in Lake Como

Fifteen when he was captured

'As detailed in a motion filed by the defense in 2008, Khadr claims in his affidavit that his interrogators threatened him with rape, denied him medical treatment for gunshot and shrapnel wounds he suffered in his July 2002 capture in Afghanistan, and used him as a “human mop” to clean up his own excrement. The interrogator, referred to in the hearing only as “Interrogator #1,” will testify on behalf of the defense that he personally threatened Khadr “with rape” by threatening to render Khadr to an undisclosed Arab country where he would face the abuse' — Washington Independent

If Bill Murray takes you to dinner...

One of my favorite accounts of an encounter with Bill Murray was published in New York magazine yesterday. It's an unmitigated joy — here's the whole thing.

• Murray, who is unfailingly polite, will remember that he has met you and where it happened. You will spend the dinner wondering if he also remembers that he seemed to not like you.

• If you are a lady, he will stand up when you take your seat and remain standing until you pull your chair in. He will do this for every female at his table. You soon will start making an effort to sit down and stand up faster.

• He will commit to memory the name of everyone at the table, making introductions each time a new person sits down.

• He will make friends with the waiters and give them nicknames. “Handsome” will now be your server.

• He will intentionally mishear offhand comments you make about the food and repeat them endlessly. You say, “seafood,” he hears “zebra.” You call the roasted carrots “exciting”; he hears “Poseidon.” As in, “Zebra! I never get to eat zebra! Want some zebra?” or “Have some Poseidon. Some Poseidon. Some Poseidon.”

• He will compliment the chefs by smacking his lips and crying out in mock ecstasy. If roasted duck is involved, he will beat his chest.

• He will take charge of the ordering and the serving of family-style dishes. If you are at Wall & Water, and Handsome brings cranberry chutney instead of the black-currant chutney Murray thinks is just “divine” with pecorino and soppressata, Murray will pull Handsome over, hold the chutneys side by side, and say: “Take a look, Handsome, what’s wrong with this?” If Handsome places the new supply of meats and cheeses with the cheese facing Murray, he will kindly ask Handsome to turn the plate around. “It’s the ladies who really want this cheese, and I just don’t want their nails coming for me when they grab it.”

• He will tell his most animated stories when you have turned away to talk to other people in an effort to make him believe you are not hanging on his every word. You may hear the word “tequila” coming over and over from Murray's direction as he mimes the pouring of a bottle into his mouth, and the tale gets louder and, apparently, more hilarious. When you finally turn back, the story over, and when you ask your laughing dinner companions what you missed, they will say, “Oh, just Bill talking about his early 20s.”

• You may, however, hear some stories about Bill Murray from movie producers also seated at the table. How, for example, he’s superstitious and won’t sign contracts until after a movie is finished, meaning the producers have to secure millions of dollars of financing and insurance on Murray’s word. (Which is apparently unshakable once he’s given it.)

• He might mention the Roebling Tea Room, where his son is a cook, and “they’re very proud of their kale.” He might then discuss how he likes to walk the nearby streets in Williamsburg late at night, and how he shot a movie on the south side when it was just Hasids and hookers, and the Hasids would stand outside late at night telling dirty jokes. (“They weren’t on the street reading the Word, I can tell you that.”)

• If and when the conversation switches to South by Southwest, you may hear the tale of how some random guy joined the Get Low entourage by pretending to be friends with Sissy Spacek’s daughter, Schuyler, and only began to arouse suspicion after several hours of not talking to Schuyler and not knowing anything about Schuyler and insisting on riding in Murray’s car instead of with Schuyler. You may also hear about how Murray engineered an escape plan that involved their entire entourage jumping from the car into rickshaws, and turned around to find the random guy hanging off the back of the rickshaw. And you may hear how the next day, Murray and company faked a letter to Schuyler from said stalker, sticking it under her hotel door and leaving for a day on the town, only to come back and find a worried Spacek and Schuyler consulting with hotel security and/or the cops. You will probably not be surprised to discover that Murray was the member of the group fully committed to continuing the prank for the rest of the festival. If you crack a joke at this point, he will stare at you and say, “Don’t joke; this is serious!”

• And while you are on the subject of South by Southwest, you may mention that you saw this video of Murray tending bar at a random Austin establishment. Murray will at first enjoy talking about this — about how he went to see GZA perform and brought him and RZA to the bar, where the bartenders told Murray they’d make more tips if he helped them serve drinks. He’ll tell you that he forgot that, GZA, as a major stoner, has no tolerance for alcohol, and that the rapper got so wasted after Murray gave him a shot and a half of tequila that GZA didn’t make it to his second performance at midnight. You might become emboldened to ask another direct question, something silly along the lines of, “I heard that you only served tequila, even when people asked for whiskey!” And without answering, Murray will stand up and excuse himself, never to return. The table will grow silent and you will nervously titter to your tablemate (Karen Duffy — Duff from MTV), that you’re worried you just scared Murray off by being too nosy, and she will laugh and say, “Yeah, you probably did.”

Selasa, 27 April 2010

Why prequels leave nothing to chance

Ridley Scott talking to Empire last year:

It's set in 2085, about 30 years before Sigourney [Weaver's character Ellen Ripley]. It's fundamentally about going out to find out 'Who the hell was that Space Jockey?' The guy who was sitting in the chair in the alien vehicle – there was a giant fellow sitting in a seat on what looked to be either a piece of technology or an astronomer's chair. Remember that? And our man [Tom Skerritt as Captain Dallas] climbs up and says "There's been an explosion in his chest from the inside out – what was that?" I'm basically explaining who that Space Jockey – we call him the Space Jockey – I'm explaining who the space jockeys were.

And from the Alien DVD commentary:—
I think the "space jockey" is somehow the pilot and he's part of a military operation – if that's the word you want to apply to his world – and therefore this is probably some kind of carrier, a weapon carrier, a biological or biomechanoid carrier of lethal eggs; inside of which are these small creatures that will actually, fundamentally integrate in a very aggressive way into any society or any place it's dropped.
I always thought the point of the space jockey was that he was a previous carrier/victim of the alien. It was a point about how lethal the alien species were: even other aliens ran scared from them. The eggs in the ship? A trap for the next victim. That's the problem with prequels: they suffer from over determination, and an intolerance for randomness. Tatooine was the point "furthest" point from the centre of the universe, until it turned out to be the radial point around which the whole saga revolved. Hannibal Lecter's mask was strapped onto him by the FBI for transportation to Memphis to see Senator Martin, until it became a favored memento of his sixteen-year-old self. The same with the space jockey. We're either just looking at victim number 237, or we're looking at an important chapter in the evolution of the alien species. It can't be both.

REVIEW: 'Oprah' by Kitty Kelly

"One of the side-effects of sexual abuse can be a notorious boundary-lessness. Their own privacy trespassed against, the victims unwittingly undervalue the privacy of others — almost a job requirement in a chat show host. While Phil Donahue conducted his talk show as if giving a civics class, Oprah elbowed her way into living rooms with a selection of devil-worshippers, transexuals and housewife prostitutes, once asking a porn star “Don’t you get sore?”. Kelly’s attempts to gin up outrage over this feels a little stale; compared to the personalities who were to follow in her wake — the foghorn-lunged Rosie O’ Donnell, the sleek, lethal Tyra Banks — Oprah’s husky warmth feels suspiciously like the real thing. “The therapy I never had,” she said of her show, although just how her guests feel afterwards about confessing their secrets on national television is never known. They are all contractually obliged to keep their silence about the experience — the opposite of therapy, surely." — from my review of Oprah by Kitty Kelly in London's Evening Standard

The origins of Toothless the dragon

"Panther? House cat? Stealth bomber? Imperial speed bike? Mini? Only one thing is certain: the design of Toothless is the most captivating creature design of the year, managing to combine cuteness and lethal force in one streamlined package that is irrestistable to six-year-olds. Let’s face it: the monsters have been getting a little samey at the movies recently. The screaming red triffid that attacked Jim Kirk in the recent Star Trek would have been scarier still if we hadn’t already met Audrey in Little Shop of Horrors. The insectoid mandibles of the predators in Predator will be less of a shock to anyone who has closely watched the Star Wars movies. And as for the massive lower jaw sported by the Kraken in Clash of the Titans, well it bore a striking resemblance to Godzilla in the 1998 turkey, and both to the gargantuan chin sported by Sky Sport’s Jimmy Hill. You half expected the beast to rise from the ocean depths and start correcting everyone’s sports trivia. Toothless has one more advantage over these caterwauling beasties: apart from the odd purr he is almost entirely silent, thus allowing him to retain his essential dragonishness, and granting him to pass unscathed through some of the script’s purpler passages. Not since Ridley Scott denied his alien eyes, in Alien, has a handicap paid off so handsomely' — from my weekly blog post for the Daily Telegraph