The geek pecking order is uncovered by The Brunching Shuttlecocks.
I fall in the fourth level of geekdom, as a comic-book fan who reads superhero books, though I think Daredevil might be the only one right now.
One of my friends was disturbed when she learned about furrie fans. I don’t think she’d be surprised to find where they sit on the chart.
#59 in my 2007 movie challenge was Superbad. I thought it was pretty good. Funny, raunchy, and real, if you’re a teen boy, that is. The female characters, though, were two dimensional and hardly complicated enough to compete with the three protagonists. There was a drunk, horny, intimidating one. There was a nice, sober, intimidatingly pretty one. There was a drunk, sexy, scarily menstruating one. One had a large chest. And one wore a thong.
As a thinking woman, I feel I should have disliked this movie. Instead, I found the boys geekily charming, especially Michael Cera and newcomer Christopher Mintz-Plasse. I only wish the creators had gone the extra mile to make the objects of their affections more realistic.
#58 in my 2007 movie challenge was Stardust, the film adaptation of the beautiful graphic novel by Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess. It was a box-office disappointment, but I enjoyed it a lot. Michelle Pfeiffer almost stole the movie with her chilling turn as an aging witch. There were so many other gems, though, like Robert DeNiro’s pirate and the ghostly gallery of dead princes. It was cheeky, bawdy, and reminiscent of The Princess Bride. I thought it was a lot of fun.
#57 in my 2007 movie challenge was Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. The new director, David Yates, had the unenviable task of adapting the longest, most rambling of the Potter books. Amazingly, the result was the shortest of the movies. Like most of them, it was good but not great. It cut out one of the book’s most satifying subplots, about Neville. The young actors continue to get better, and Helena Bonham Carter was well cast as the villainess–sexy, crazy, and truly cruel. Apparently, she got a little too method in the filming, and punctured “Neville’s” eardrum with her wand. Imelda Staunton did a tremendous job as the evil Dolores Umbridge, aided immeasurably by a great wardrobe and wonderful set decorations.
#55 in my 2007 movie challenge was Paul Greengrass’s Bourne Supremacy. More murder, more mayhem, another great car chase, and that famous scene with a magazine. The second frenetic installment of the trilogy continues the tradition of a fast-paced thriller that doesn’t require you to check your brain at the door. I enjoyed it at least as much as I did the Bourne Identity, and more than I did the first time I watched it. I was glad to have re-watched it before seeing The Bourne Ultimatum. But will someone please feed Joan Allen?
So far this year, I’ve had the dubious honor of helping to boot off the show an extremely likeable, open-hearted orphan with a lilting Southern accent, and now, last night, I got to be part of the hunting party who smashed the hopes and dreams of a cancer survivor. Short of biting the heads off kittens while dressed up as a storm trooper, I don’t think I could look any less sympathetic.
Anthony Bourdain continues to win my affection with funny, incisive commentary both on Top Chef and on his blog.
“Snacks on a Plane” Heh, heh. GREAT title, I thought. The chefs were awakened by Padma, who got in bed and tussled with Casey, but was more prim in the boys room. What IS with Brian and that hat he wears to sleep in? CJ, though, seemed quite happy to see Padma, and continued his flirtatious banter. They were challenged to make her breakfast, and it sounded like everyone did a good job, though Brian got dinged for blackberry seeds in the smoothie. Spazzy Hung broke a bottle of oil so there was glass and oil on the floor, then he denied it; badly done, but he pulled out the win anyway by adding Grand Marnier to his smoothie and making a simple but exquisite steak and eggs. They then received plane tickets to Newark NJ. Upon arrival they were told their next challenge would be about plane food. The next day, they were tasked with creating a dish for first-class passengers. They had a tough time in an unfamiliar kitchen. CJ faltered badly with the timing of his dish, and early finisher Hung looked selfish for not volunteering to help him catch up, though other chefs did, as they’ve picked up that working with each other rather than for themselves succeeds all around.
This episode spawned some of the nastiest comments I’ve heard.
On Sara’s salmon: “So overcooked it’s like catfood! (Bourdain) Also, “It’s not an afterthought, it’s a fourth or fifth thought.”
On Brian’s hash: “It was disgusting,” stated flatly by Colicchio
And the death knell: “The worst dish we’ve had in three seasons” by Colicchio about CJ’s broccolini.
Padma looked down and then up with tears in her eyes (?!) before telling CJ to pack his knives.
For the second week, Casey took top spot, and earned a sweet prize. I have to take back what I wrote about her not making it to the end. What I’m now enjoying about Top Chef is that it is so variable. Great chefs can make terrible decisions, or even just bad choices, that spiral out of control. I have no idea which of the final five are going to be the final three, but I really enjoyed seeing the camaraderie and support of all the chefs but Hung, who seems to be the only cut-throat thinking contender left.
Wednesdays are new comic days. We usually go to a certain pizza place for a quick dinner, then to the comic shop to pick up the new titles. G. Grod wanted to do something different from pizza, though, so he drove to another nearby restaurant. As he pulled in, 4yo Drake’s voice rose in a shout, “NO! Pizza!” Surprised at the immediate vehemence, G. tried to reason with him. Then he pulled out of the parking lot, drove to the usual place, and as we pulled in the parking lot 19mo Guppy grinned, clapped his hands, and said, “Yay! Pees-ah!” over and over. Children love routine, and we learned not to mess with it last night. And we got a free pepperoni kids pizza when the kitchen had an oops, G. and I tried a very good salame e funghi pizza with LOTS of garlic, so things turned out well.
At the comic shop, Guppy insisted on being put down, not carried, and proceeded to run four laps around an aisle. I picked him up again before damage occurred, but he lunged toward a plush character, grabbed it and began yelling “Muh-tee!” (Monkey) He clutched it to his heart, then pronounced “My muh-tee” and was so absurdly cute that we could hardly deny him the toy.
Meanwhile, I tried to interest Drake in the very nice and inexpensive first volume of the graphic novel starring Guppy’s “monkey”, but he was having none of it. Instead, he picked out and insisted on the second volume of a teen girl’s manga title; we grudgingly bought him the first volume a few weeks ago. “Let the kid get what he wants,” laughed the owner, as I grumbled and wrote out the check.
Yes, we could have protested, but why? Guppy clearly was enamored with the toy, as Drake was with the book. And all of us enjoyed the pizza. It is more clear than ever to G. Grod and me who is in charge at our house. The animals are running the zoo.
After waking at 5:45 am, 19MO Guppy spent most of the morning crying for one reason or another. 4YO Drake spent it doing his version of beatbox and Fatboy Slim refrains over and over. And over. Customer service for problems with my Dell computer notebook is slow to respond. Customer service for problems with my Verizon Nokia cell phone are time-suckingly slow and ineffective. (I will leave brand names up until issues are resolved, so that others may be warned.)
I was dilatory last night and spent time obsessing over upcoming new TV shows rather than finishing my book for book group tonight. I couldn’t find one of Guppy’s shoes, and had to dig out a replacement from Drake’s hand me downs. Tigh! Tigh! he yelled, then defeated the velcro straps in a trice. I went to get the next bigger size of shoes, and Guppy had his first go in shoe-lace shoes, and didn’t seem to enjoy the experience at all. Drake has outgrown all his shoes.
On the bright side, Guppy is now napping. Drake agreed to wear the new shoes I got him last night (and they fit! and have style!). G. Grod made me two smashing cappuccinos this morning, plus left a half cup in the coffee pot. I have many tasty pastries in the house: cherry pomegran toaster pastry, banana strawberry bread, strawberry/white-chocolate-chip scones, and a Thunder Cookie from Positively 3rd Street Bakery. I finished my book. And I probably have about ten minutes before I have to deal with customer service again. I’m going out with smart, interesting friends tonight to a good local restaurant to discuss an intriguing book.
So life’s a mixed bag, weighing a little heavily toward the annoying today. Not surprising. But there’s lots of good to answer the bad, if I let it.
Well, duh, but bravo for someone inventing a machine that tries to remedy things. (Link from Boing Boing)
#54 in my 2007 movie challenge was The Bourne Identity, the first in the Bourne trilogy. It was directed by Doug Liman, who also did Swingers and Go. Apparently, he angered the studio by going over schedule and over budget because he insisted on going back to film a new car-chase sequence. I think that car-chase scene helped make the movie successful enough to ensure a sequel, but Liman was removed as director, and Paul Greengrass, known for Bloody Sunday and later for United 93, was brought in.
Matt Damon, a native of South Boston, is surprisingly effective as Jason Bourne, an amnesiac trying to find out who he is, and why everyone is trying to kill him. He asks Franka Potente for a ride, and the film explodes in almost non-stop action from there. Bourne is a trained killer, and incredibly resourceful. The supporting cast is impressive, too. Potente brings a human touch to Bourne’s tough guy, and effectively gives the audience someone to relate to. She’s joined by Brian Cox, Chris Cooper, Julia Stiles, and Clive Owen. This is a smart, effective action movie that was well worth seeing again.
I called my husband G. Grod in last night during the Daily Show to watch the Iron Man trailer with me. It was stunning. I was enthralled. Until I saw the date: May 2008. And then I was pissed.
Maureen Ryan at the Chicago Tribune reports that the actors are saying that season four will be the final one, and it will be shown in two 10-episode blocks, one starting February 2008, the other February of 2009.
What does this mean? That they have twenty more episodes to bring closure to one of the biggest, most complex dramatic series on television, and that we faithful will have to wait TWENTY MONTHS to see if they can pull it off.
TWENTY MONTHS! That’s time enough to have two babies.
Yay or nay? The orange and green one got hard for me to read. I wanted more contrast so I thought I’d try on a new look for fall.
#53 in my 2007 movie challenge was Patricia Rozema’s film, Mansfield Park. It’s a very good film, though it’s not a faithful adaptation of Austen’s book. The character of Fanny is a complete departure, and is instead invested with the historical personality traits of Austen. Henry Crawford is described in the book as plain but charismatic. In the movie he is played by Alessandro Nivola, who is far from plain, but readily conveys the character’s allure.
There were a few things I took issue with, since the book was fresh in my mind, such as the non-complex villainy of her uncle, exemplified by the slave subplot. I greatly missed the tension of the subplot of Maria’s marriage to Rushworth, which I found greatly minimized in the film.
I found more to admire, though. The re-imagining of Fanny’s personality makes sense, as so many readers dislike that character as written. Jonny Lee Miller made a fine Edmund, and Embeth Davidtz a frighteningly effective Miss Crawford, especially in the closing scenes. The tension of whether Fanny will finally admit Henry to her affections is even more heightened than in the book, and is conveyed through a wonderful sequence of scenes. I thought it was a clever and effective bit of casting to have the same actress play Fanny’s mother and her aunt.
I enjoyed the book; I enjoyed the movie. While MP doesn’t exactly follow the book, it is a well-done film. Recommended.
Depending on how Guppy naps this afternoon, I’m going to try and catch up on movie reviews; I’ve fallen woefully behind.
While I’m failing on my “watch stuff I own or have stored on Tivo” resolve, I am watching about two movies a week. Part of me feels bad that I’m giving short shrift to reading. Another part is pleased that I’m making time for something I love, thus proving that it’s possible to have small kids and see movies both at home and out. With every film I watch, I become a better viewer. I love this learning process.
(Will I manage to get to see Wild Strawberries at the Oak Street tonight? I have my doubts, but I’m going to try.)
#39 in my 2007 book challenge was Raymond Chandler’s Long Goodbye. I’ve meant to read Chandler for a long time, and it’s the kind of book that slaps me upside the head as I read it for taking my time to get to it.
What is there to say about private detective Philip Marlowe that hasn’t been said before? He’s ethical, lonely, jaded, and yet a romantic. He doggedly pursues a friend’s case even after gangsters and a billionaire warn him to stop. He tries to help a Hemingway-esque writer (whose novels sound more like Michener’s) stay away from the bottle. In each case, he’s a man on a mission, and Chandler’s cutting prose paints him in shades of noir:
I drove back to Hollywood feeling like a short length of chewed string. It was too early to eat and too hot. I turned on the fan in my office. It didn’t make the air any cooler, just a little more lively. Outside on the boulevard the traffic brawled endlessly. Inside my head thought stuck together like flies on flypaper.
The “b” in “brawled” could be a typo; I found a few in my upscale Vintage Crime trade paperback. I find that irritating in a $13.95 edition. Nonetheless, this is a great story and one I’ve taken too long to get to. I look forward to re-watching the Altman film, and reading more of Chandler and Marlowe.
#38 in my 2007 book challenge is Hope Larson’s slim and lovely graphic novel Gray Horses.
Noemie is a French exchange student, on her own for the first time. In Onion City she befriends free-spirited Anna, a baker’s daugher who scultps in bread, and finds herself the target of a mysterious photographer–but it’s not until she falls asleep that things really get weird.
Larson’s art is beautiful and accessible, and the choice of two-tone color emphasizes it well. The story is both realistic and dreamy. All passages in French are translated, so this is a good book for beginning students of French. This book charmingly bucks the YA conventions of geeky boys and group acceptance. It’s evocative in both art and story. There is much for a reader to savor here. Recommended.
Can we all just acknowledge that Tim Gunn and Bravo are throwing Project Runway fans a bone so they can delay the next season, and try to double dip on viewers?
TGGtS is not a bad show. But it’s just another makeover show, elevated by Gunn’s tart humor, exacting taste, and impressive cadre of “friends”. I really liked his recoil when co-star Veronica Webb mentioned leggings. She was clearly more than set decoration; her opinions were strong, and both Tim and the make-over-ee respected them. The first contestant was clearly going to be a slam dunk. She was gorgeous and in good shape, she just didn’t know it or dress for it. The show’s product placements and name dropping felt obstrusive, especially the diamond ring.
Two Project Runway contestants were introduced. Chris has flamboyant clothes and charisma, but seems like he’s aping Jay McCarroll too deliberately. Jillian is cocky, but has no on-screen personality.
This entry feels about as disjointed as the episode did, though I won’t try to push your buttons and make you cry. You’re welcome.
The chefs are criticized if they send out a bad dish, or they decide not to. Hubris seems a common path to elimination. More often, a chef who think’s s/he’ll blow it out out of the water blows up instead.
I’m glad I wasn’t at episode 10’s boat party; those appetizers looked boring and scant. Even the top ones–Casey’s beef carpaccio, CJ’s seafood sausage, and Sara’s tomato bread pudding–looked good but not great. And the others could have come from a mid-level hotel’s catering service.
The judges were right to call Brian and the chefs on why they went for two items apiece instead of one. From the armchair it seems obvious that doing one great item well, and making tons of it, would be the way to go. Why didn’t the people who had catering experience know this? Hasn’t any of them done a wedding where the servers get mobbed on the way out of the kitchen and can’t even make it to the middle of the room?
I liked Brian’s non-hesitation to take a leadership role, and I empathize with his management mistake of giving people their heads as a way to let their best selves come forward. This is great in theory, but has mixed results in practice. The theme this season seems to be teamwork and leadership. Those who have a strong voice, a discernment about their own stuff, and can work (or learn to work) with others do well, as Sara did in part two of Restaurant Wars. Brian learned nothing from CJ’s and Tre’s mistake of the last episode; he was lucky not to be eliminated.
Howie’s offer to resign was full of bravado and honor, but unnecessary. He thought Brian might get eliminated, like Tre the week before, because of poor leadership. He knew his food was a large part of the failure and recognized he was the one who should go home. I like the responsibility this demonstrated.
So many chefs are in repeat-mistake mode that I see no clear winners and losers. Brian won the quickfire by eschewing his usual seafood and using Spam, then did a conventional tuna tartare for his app. Sara was on the disastrous dessert team in one of the early eps, yet she agreed both to doing a dessert and using cut-rate ingredients. Where was the strong voice of last ep? Hung went spazzy during the quickfire, and conventional during the elimination. Somewhere between the two lies his area of talent. And Dale hamstringed himself by agreeing to do a boring app with Hung.
(Did you know that Spam is made in Austin, MN, where there is a Spam museum? My husband G. Grod was delighted at Brian’s quickfire win.)
I recently admitted to an accidental crush on Anthony Bourdain. I’m enjoying his blog on the Top Chef episodes.
Throwing Things has a recap that may only be hilarious if you’re a football/Eagles fan. Since I do have some of those in my household, I’ve linked to it. (”Ee-yas!” is among 19mo Guppy’s many words.)
