MY FIRST COMPUTER: That'd be the Commodore VIC-20, complete with cassette deck and 22 characters per line of text. William Shatner said it would take me from preschool to post-graduate studies.
What was yours? email me if it's good and embarrassing enough.
Saturday, January 4, 2003
RENEE ZELLWEGER'S BACK: No, I'm not lauding the new movie Chicago for resurrecting her career - - she's doing quite fine. But, my lord, if that movie had more shots of her unclothed back . . . you see her back in that movie about as often as you saw Elizabeth Berkeley's breasts in Showgirls, and that's saying something.
Let me dissent from all the raves that the movie is receiving, because, honestly, the movie left me more than a bit cold. The movie promotes messages that are as worn out as my t-shirt from the 1992 NCAA Men's Basketball East Regional (Duke, Kentucky, Seton Hall, UMass, and you know how that ended up) -- Fame Is Fleeting, Criminals Are Celebrities, Catherine Zeta-Jones Has A Large Booty, etc. There's just no there there; it's all style and surface.
That said, the style and surface have their moments. Director Rob Marshall has come up with a comprehensive cinematic language to integrate the songs with the rest of the scenes -- people don't just randomly burst into song; it's all in their heads, but it works. It does. And, yeah, Latifah's great and all, but I can't say I was wowed by the performances.
Not, as I kept thinking to myself, like I was with Moulin Rouge!, Baz Luhrmann's inventive, exciting, sumptuous, ecstatic, original movie musical from last year. Seriously: that was a movie. It was something you could lose yourself in, attach to emotionally, be surprised by, even thrilled by.
But Chicago? I can't think of one scene that I'd want to see again -- even the ones like Richard Gere's puppetry scene that I enjoyed. It passed through me like chicken croquettes from a diner -- yeah, sure, it was fine while it lasted, and it was a meal, but a lot of it was the gravy covering up the quality of the chicken itself, and I'd never go out of your way to have them again.
See Drumline already, okay? What do you mean you haven't yet?
Let me dissent from all the raves that the movie is receiving, because, honestly, the movie left me more than a bit cold. The movie promotes messages that are as worn out as my t-shirt from the 1992 NCAA Men's Basketball East Regional (Duke, Kentucky, Seton Hall, UMass, and you know how that ended up) -- Fame Is Fleeting, Criminals Are Celebrities, Catherine Zeta-Jones Has A Large Booty, etc. There's just no there there; it's all style and surface.
That said, the style and surface have their moments. Director Rob Marshall has come up with a comprehensive cinematic language to integrate the songs with the rest of the scenes -- people don't just randomly burst into song; it's all in their heads, but it works. It does. And, yeah, Latifah's great and all, but I can't say I was wowed by the performances.
Not, as I kept thinking to myself, like I was with Moulin Rouge!, Baz Luhrmann's inventive, exciting, sumptuous, ecstatic, original movie musical from last year. Seriously: that was a movie. It was something you could lose yourself in, attach to emotionally, be surprised by, even thrilled by.
But Chicago? I can't think of one scene that I'd want to see again -- even the ones like Richard Gere's puppetry scene that I enjoyed. It passed through me like chicken croquettes from a diner -- yeah, sure, it was fine while it lasted, and it was a meal, but a lot of it was the gravy covering up the quality of the chicken itself, and I'd never go out of your way to have them again.
See Drumline already, okay? What do you mean you haven't yet?
Thursday, January 2, 2003
RINGS AROUND THE RABBIT: This is one of the weirdest trivia bits I've ever seen: did you know that you can tell what year a Bugs Bunny cartoon was released just by looking at the colors of the rings around the Warner Brothers logo in the opening credits?
The cartoon which follows the left title card must be a 1942-43 Looney Tunes; the one on the right, a 1952-53 Merrie Melodies cartoon. How can you tell, and why? Let Dave Mackey explain this and other WB cartoon nuggets.
The cartoon which follows the left title card must be a 1942-43 Looney Tunes; the one on the right, a 1952-53 Merrie Melodies cartoon. How can you tell, and why? Let Dave Mackey explain this and other WB cartoon nuggets.
ONE NEW YEARS' NOTE: Didn't have a chance to mention this earlier, but Jen and I were able to fulfill one of our Life Goals for New Years' Eve:
We had turducken.
Yes, at long last, after years of pining, thanks to Hebert's Specialty Meats (recommended by a friend who spent much time in Louisiana) eight of us gathered around the table on Tuesday night for a deboned, cajun-flavored turkey, stuffed with a duck (deboned), stuffed with a chicken (deboned), the layers themselves separated by stuffing.
Just one big, tasty ball of poultry. Sliced it up like a large loaf of bread.
And because it came already prepared (packed in a cooler, uncooked, frozen in dry ice), we didn't have to go through all the extensive prep work that would otherwise be involved -- the deboning, the stuffing, the lacing-up, etc. Just four hours in the oven, and presto.
If you've been dreaming of turducken and don't want to make it yourself, go ahead and order one. You will not be disappointed.
We had turducken.
Yes, at long last, after years of pining, thanks to Hebert's Specialty Meats (recommended by a friend who spent much time in Louisiana) eight of us gathered around the table on Tuesday night for a deboned, cajun-flavored turkey, stuffed with a duck (deboned), stuffed with a chicken (deboned), the layers themselves separated by stuffing.
Just one big, tasty ball of poultry. Sliced it up like a large loaf of bread.
And because it came already prepared (packed in a cooler, uncooked, frozen in dry ice), we didn't have to go through all the extensive prep work that would otherwise be involved -- the deboning, the stuffing, the lacing-up, etc. Just four hours in the oven, and presto.
If you've been dreaming of turducken and don't want to make it yourself, go ahead and order one. You will not be disappointed.
ANOTHER "YEAR IN" FEATURE: Via Simon Dumenco, formerly of the much-hyped-short-lived Inside.com, it's the year in magazines.
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