Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Last Ha

Among the arthouse crowd Noah Baumbach and Greta Gerwig's Frances Ha is doing well, having grossed $134,000 last weekend in four theatres.  It'll be interesting to see how it does when it goes wide (or at least wider), since I don't think the episodic tale of a young woman trying to get her life together, shot in black and white, is a conventional crowdpleaser--at least not for the mainstream audience.

The numbers look good, but look at the piece I linked to.  The film averaged a bit less per theatre than Baumbach's last (which also featured Gerwig), Greenberg.  Yet that film only ended up with a domestic gross of a bit over $4 million (and considerably less foreign)--perhaps not bad for an art film, but not exactly a breakout, especially considering it was a comedy starring Ben Stiller.

Baumbach's film before that, Margot At The Wedding, starring Nicole Kidman, didn't quite make $2 million.  His biggest film, The Squid And The Whale, made over $7 million. Baumbach gets to keep making movies, but he's not quite in Wes Anderson's league, whose last film, Moonrise Kingdom made over $45 million, while a disappointment like The Darjeeling Limited made almost $12 million and did considerably better overseas.

So will Frances Ha top Greenberg? The Squid And The Whale? Will it be Baumbach's first to break $10 million.  To be continued.

A Special Day

Happy birthday, Jerry Dammers, founder and chief songwriter for The Specials. They never hit it big in America, but were huge in the UK for a few years.






Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Did You Know...

Happy birthday, Maria Taylor.  She may not be that well known, but she's got a nice sound.


The Other Side

Let's say goodbye to Ray Manzarek, whose organ sound--including the bass parts--defined the Doors as much as Jim Morrison's voice.










Monday, May 20, 2013

Officially Over

The Office went out with an hour-and-fifteen-minute finale befitting a show that's been a mainstay of the NBC lineup for the last nine years. Finales are tough to pull off, especially for sitcoms.  Half-hour comedies deal with the little things in life, and generally--even when there's an arc--each week starts as if you hit the refresh button, but you want big, decisive things to happen in a finale.  Also, sitcoms may be sentimental, but they're mostly about laughs, whereas it's hard not to overdo the emotions at the end.

In fact, they did overdo it.  More "touching" moments than they needed.  But there were still enough decent gags, and enough earned emotion, for it to work, if not quite wipe out the memory of the last two weak seasons.

The finale started a year after the last episode, so we got to see how all the characters ended up.  Dwight and Angela get married--the main action of the show.  Andy became a national laughing stock due to an embarrassing TV audition going viral, but landed on his feet with a job at Cornell admissions and a memorable commencement address. (It was sort of hard to buy this happy ending, but then, Ricky Gervais gave his own Office character a fake happy ending, so it's a tradition.) Erin reunited with her parents.  Kevin, who got fired by Dwight and now owns a bar, reconciles with his old boss.  Stanley is in happy retirement.  Darryl is doing well at Athleap (originally Athlead). Oscar is running for office.  And so on.

Then there's Jim and Pam.  If the show had gone off the air two years ago, it would have been about Michael as much as anyone, but now he's a bit player as Dwight's best man, and the whole show (and documentary) turns out to be about Jim and Pam's relationship.  Last seen, Jim had given up his dream of working at Athleap to hold on to Pam, but we knew that couldn't last--Pam couldn't be seen as holding him back, so in the end she sells the house and Jim will get to join Darryl.

Happily, it didn't end happily for everyone.  Ryan and Kelly, the two most self-centered characters, return long enough to run off with each other, abandoning a handsome, successful husband on one side and a baby boy (likely to be illegally smuggled into Poland by Nellie) on the other. Sweet, harmless (yet annoying) Toby is an unemployed, failed novelist living with six roommates in New York.  And Creed (it's finally admitted he was a member of The Grass Roots) fails to disguise himself properly and is going to jail.

So that's it. It's like the last day of school.  It's over, and we won't get to see these characters we used to see regularly.  Except on reruns.

Spaghetti'd

Happy birthday, Susan Cowsill.  The Cowsills were a family who became a popular musical act in the 60s. They were the inspiration for the The Partridge Family.

The act was mom Barbara and six of her kids, all boys except the youngest, Susan. (Sadly, the mom and three of the kids are now dead, including Barry, who got stuck in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina and drowned.) In their heyday, they had a handful of catchy hits.






Sunday, May 19, 2013

Books I Never Finished Reading

I just checked out Chris Elliott's The Guy Under The Sheets, his "unauthorized autobiography," but bailed halfway through. Not that it's worthless, but it just wasn't what I wanted.

I was hoping for something approaching the story of his life.  It could have been a fairly straight account, it could have been filled top to bottom with humorous stories.  Instead we get a highly fictionalized tale of Elliott's life, so fictionalized it might as well be a novel. For instance, instead of his father being Bob Elliott, of "Bob and Ray" fame, Chris claims it was Sam Elliott--and his mother Bette Davis.

The story follows in this vein, featuring only the vaguest outine of his career--from Letterman to Get A Life to Cabin Boy and so on--with almost all facts and quotes made up.  It's quite a stunt, in a way, to keep up for over 200 pages,  and the jokes aren't bad, but panning for the occasional nugget of real life wasn't worth it.

Joey Joey Joey

Happy birthday, Jeffry Hyman, aka Joey Ramone. If he were still alive, he'd be in his 60s today, showing other punks how to grow old.  As it was, he was perhaps the most distinctive voice in the movement.








Saturday, May 18, 2013

May The Circle Be Unbroken

I came home yesterday and there was a message on my phone.  It was an automated call--no matter how many times I sign up for the "no call" list they still get through.  But this one was unusual.

It was a guy who had a story to tell--a long story, as the whole call took four minutes.  Apparently, years ago he had a personal religious experience, and he wants everyone to know. (So much for keeping it personal.) What was the story?  You know.  The kind you can hear all the time on TV or the internet.

More important, he asked me if I wanted to be saved.  (Before that he asked me if I wanted to be removed from his list--just press 8--though he noted he was not legally required to do this.  Am I supposed to give him points for this?)

In case you're wondering how, he made it clear it's not done by joining a church or a religion, or doing good deeds and living a moral life.  No, I would have to be born again, which I could do by joining him in prayer.

After the prayer, he asked if I wanted to be added to his prayer circle--just press 1.  Hey, he found me without my help, can't be pray for me without me joining him?  (And why does he pray anyway? I thought actions couldn't save you.)

Go, Joe, Go

Happy birthday to Big Joe Turner, one of the great blues shouters.  Before rock and roll, we had guys like Joe showing the way.





Friday, May 17, 2013

Plunked Out

I was listening to "Plink Plank Plunk," a charming pizzicato novelty composed by Leroy Anderson.



The piece has some built-in dissonance.  Then I saw Lawrence Welk did a version and I had to hear how he dealt with these off-notes.



Sure enough he cut them out--or "fixed" them.  Guess he thought they were too harsh. Can't give those old people heart attacks.

Oscar, Oscar, Oscar

One of the more fascinating periods in Oscar Wilde's short life was his year-long lecture tour of America in 1882 when he was 27. So it's nice to have an entire book devoted to that time--Declaring His Genius by Roy Morris, Jr.  Wilde had done little to merit attention at this point--he'd published a small and decidely minor book of verse and written an unproduced and not very good historical play.  But he had become a celebrity.

He moved to London as a young man and before long was a local character. As the story goes, while walking down the street he heard someone exclaim "there goes that bloody fool Oscar Wilde" to which he noted "It is extraordinary how soon one gets known in London." He became the face of the burgeoning aesthetic movement (not that he founded it or was its leader), and as such was regularly parodied in the press.  His greatest notoriety came came from Gilbert and Sullivan's highly popular Patience, with its character the poet Reginald Bunthorne, who "walked down Picadilly with a poppy or a lily in his medieval hand."

With Patience touring the colonies, why not send the real Bunthorne?  So Wilde was booked on a tour that would ultimately take him to 140 cities, including almost every major metropolis in the U.S. and Canada, and quite a few of the smaller towns.

He had an hour-long lecture on the British artistic renaissance and another on the home beautiful.  Instead of the wit of Gilbert and Sullivan, or even of later Wilde, he apparently gave a fairly straightforward talk.  He had a sing-songy voice and read his speech (at first, anyway).  In fact, he often got bad reviews and many audiences were bored.  But, if nothing else, the curiosity factor made the tour an overall success.

Even if the lecture wasn't always riveting, he didn't necessarily disappoint.  He often appeared in his flamboyant costume--a cloth hat with flowing locks underneath, a fur-lined green overcoat, a gaudy tie, knee breeches and silk stocking.  His reputation preceded him (as did performances of Patience) and at Harvard a bunch of undergraduates loudly entered fiften minutes after the scheduled start of the lecutre and conspicuously sat in the front rows, dressed as Wilde and carrying lilies (or was it sunflowers?). This and other types of mockery often attended him in later talks.

His visits to each town excited great interest in the press, who interviewed him at every stop.  Some of his lines became famous. The most famous, echoed in the title of the book--Wilde telling a custom official he had nothing to declare but his genius--probably never happened, but Wilde was more than happy to let people think it did.  He also stated about his voyage that he'd found the Atlantic disappointing--so someone wrote a letter to a paper saying he found Wilde disappointing, signed, the Atlantic Ocean..  He also said Niagara Falls was one of the earliest disappoinments of American married life.  In fact, his sharp tongue often got him into trouble.  In every town he'd be given a tour, and while generally gracious, was free with his opinions.  In Chicago he didn't like the Water Tower, which made the town fathers unhappy--it had only just been built after the great fire and is still a symbol of the city. (I agree with Oscar here.  It doesn't really fit in and never has.)

He seemed most impressed with the West.  There was the vastness, which made America seem like its own world.  And there was the openness of the people, compared to the East, which was like an imitation Europe.  And though he was an aesthete, he showed in Colorado that he could drink miners under the table.

Along the way, he met quite a few celebrities, many more established than he--fellow poets Whitman and Longfellow, not to mention Henry James and Jefferson Davis.  Unfortunately, he missed Mark Twain, who was in the South when Wilde was in the North and in the North when Wilde was in the South.  (They probably passed each other on the Mississippi, but there wasn't so much as a wave.)

The tour was remunerative, and, for all the caricatures of Wilde in the press, helped establish him.  But really at this point he had little to say.  He might have tried to explain what the aesthetic life was, but neither his views nor his overall philosophy was very deep (and probably never became so).  Really it amounted to little more than an affected if well-spoken young man making pronouncements on beauty, both artifical and natural, that few were going to take seriously.  But it was a useful training ground for the work he'd soon be doing.

Wilde was generally fond of America and lectured on his impressions when he returned to Britain.  It was a detour in the life of a man searching for his milieu.  It provided what he wanted--notoriety, though he'd soon get more of that than he could handle.

Morris's book is short, but even then padded, with long asides on characters Wilde meets, and Morris's 21st century opinions on 19th century politics.  Still, it's nice to have a big land opened up before us, just as it was for Wilde.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

I Don't Care If You Don't Get It

From a piece on Benedict Cumberbatch (the best name in show biz since Stirling Silliphant), who's in Star Trek Into Darkness, which opens today.

In the film there’s a debate among Starfleet personnel over how best to extract an enemy in a distant part of the galaxy — and whether that enemy should be subjected to due process.

The British actor says: “It’s no spoiler I think to say that there’s a huge backbone in this film that’s a comment on recent U.S. interventionist overseas policy from the Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld era.”

I see. So they finally decided to do Paul Kinsey's script.

Jonathan, What's Happenin'?

Happy birthday, Jonathan Richman. He's never been huge, but after all these years, he keeps chugging along.





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