Archive | September, 2007

Hey Jude, You Made It Bad

5 Sep

Is there anybody going to listen to my story, all about the film I saw today … ? (Or Wednesday night, to be more exact.) Across the Universe is director Julie Taymor’s strange, strange movie set to the music of the Beatles (33 songs in all). To cut to the chase, it’s a mess. A truly bizarre, unnecessary mess of a movie. Often it takes the really easy way to a cliche; for example, the lead characters are named Jude and Lucy, and there’s another one named Prudence. Yes, this means you’ll hear “Hey Jude” and “Dear Prudence” during the film. (Mercifully, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” is saved for the end credits.) “Let It Be” is recast as a gospel song and sung during race riots and a funeral. And worse, “With a Little Help from My Friends” is sung by a bunch of drunk college students. The film goes from strange to stranger. And then Bono shows up to sing “I Am the Walrus,” followed by Eddie Izzard singing “Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite.” And it’s a long movie too (more than two hours). Sure, the songs are good, but they’re not always the right fit and too often they feel forced into the story. I laughed out loud during “Revolution.” And I didn’t ever really buy that Evan Rachel Wood was doing her own singing. (On the other hand, Jim Sturgess, who plays Jude, makes a decent impression. And T.V. Carpio’s version of “I Want to Hold Your Hand” is tender and sweet.) Can’t say anything really makes Universe worth seeing. Nothing’s gonna change my world, not least of all this movie. I’m giving it a D.

Live in Concert

5 Sep

Great news everyone: not only do I have a flute player living next door to me, but I learned last night that I also have a violinist. Yes, I said last night. As in, 9:45 p.m. It was a lovely evening performance. But yeah. There’s a violinist and a flautist living in one apartment, right next to mine. (Thankfully they weren’t playing their instruments together at the same time.) What’s next: A pianist? A cellist? A trumpeter? Will I discover a whole orchestra has moved in next door?? This is getting ridiculous, and it’s only September 5.

It’s About Time

4 Sep

Hate to say I told you so, but it seems people are starting to come around to my way of thinking on this whole Dice-K thing. In the Boston Herald today, Steve Buckley describes how the Japanese “phenom” was pitching so poorly last night — he gave up seven runs on 10 hits in 5 1/3 innings — that the crowds were “begging, pleading, with manager Terry Francona to get Matsuzaka out of the game. And Francona was anxious to accommodate them.” Ouch. And then he goes on to say, “There’s no way other way to put this: Matsuzaka has been lousy in three of his past four outings. In those four starts, three of them losses, he has allowed 20 earned runs in 23 2/3 innings, which works out to a 7.60 ERA.” In short: Dice-K sucks. Still. Who’da thunk 10 runs wouldn’t be enough to win last night’s game? And sure, Dice-K didn’t give up all 10 runs (the Sox eventually won the game 13-10), but he gave up most of them, and set the stage for the other three. So I say welcome to my bandwagon, Steve. It’s nice to have some company.

They Blogged It, He Came

4 Sep

Thanks to PopWatch, I think I may have found a new favorite blog, even if it is just a few months too late. If I Blog It They Will Come had one purpose and one purpose only: to get Kevin Costner to visit a blog all about Kevin Costner and send a picture of himself looking at said blog. And today the writer, a guy named Evan Kessler, reached his goal. Costner sent a picture of himself looking at the site (two pictures, actually). Bravo, Evan! Reading through the archives — the site has been around since January 24 — I’m really amused by how persistent (and genuine) Evan was. So now I have a great new read.

Lesser of Two Evils

4 Sep

I had some muffler troubles this weekend, so on my way to work this morning, I dropped off my car at the shop. And I dreaded taking the B line into work, what with it being the B line and all, but also the day after Labor Day and the first day of classes at B.U. But then I turned on the news and saw what was going on in Coolidge Corner, and I said to myself … for a change, the B line might be the lesser of two evils. Yes, I was crammed into my train, and yes it took a long time to go down Comm Ave., but I still made it to work before 9 a.m., so really, it could have been a lot worse. Who’da thunk that today of all days the B line would have been the more preferable commute.

A Good Book

3 Sep

I suppose it’s a little bit premature to be writing about A.J. Jacobs’ The Year of Living Biblically since it won’t be out for another month or so, but I’m now two-thirds of the way done with it, and I couldn’t wait to give a partial review. In short, the book is about how A.J., an editor at large at Esquire decided to spend an entire year living according to the Bible — both the Old and New Testaments. But the book doesn’t make a mockery of the Bible or those who do live their lives more religiously. Instead, A.J. takes the task seriously, obeying every little (and not so little) law. He doesn’t cut his hair or shave, he doesn’t wear clothes of mixed fibers, he prays, he blows a shofar at the start of every month, he respects his elders, he tries not to lie, and so on.

But don’t go thinking this is a book only about religion, or a serious examination of Biblical law. From the start, A.J. uses his sense of humor to explain that while he grew up in a Jewish home, it was Jewish “in the same way the Olive Garden is an Italian restaurant. Which is to say: not very.” As he did with his last book, The Know-It-All, A.J. also weaves in his personal life — in this case the challenges of being a new father and the difficulty (with his wife, Julie) in conceiving a second child (which, of course, makes it hard to “be fruitful and multiply”). But one thing I really like about the book is how unassuming and surprising it is. One second you’ll be laughing at A.J.’s unwillingness to take or be in pictures at family events, and then he’ll catch you off-guard with a Biblical passage or lesson. It’s this approach that makes some of what he writes more meaningful.

At its core, YoLB is an examination of what place the Bible has in modern times. Do all the laws translate or have the same meaning as when they were first written? I mean, if you work in an office, can you really not gossip? And in an age of constant advertising, how can you not covet? And which is more meaningful: fitting prayer into your busy schedule when you can, or reserving time for it? And even if the Bible says not to lie, aren’t there times when you have to lie? The book is filled with those kinds of questions. A.J. does his best to make the Bible as relevant as possible, and adapt some laws to fit modern life. But mostly he obeys them as written, and it’s really interesting how it plays out.

Also interesting are his trips — to Amish country in Lancaster County, Pa. (where he has to avoid making jokes about Intercourse), to the Creation Museum in Kentucky, to Israel, and to other places — where he is able to gain greater perspective on religion in general, beyond the standard Jewish/Christian world. And the insights from A.J.’s guides — pastors, rabbis, etc. and others he meets along the journey — further his quest to understand the Bible’s messages.

I’m really enjoying YoLB. I liked Love Is a Mix Tape and Cabin Pressure too, but with YoLB, I feel like I’m actually learning something, and that makes it feel like a more worthwhile read. Apparently, plans are already in the works to make YoLB into a movie. Not sure how that’ll work and still stay true to the book (likely, the movie will strip out the real serious stuff and maintain a tone of comedy; hopefully it’ll be better than Evan Almighty), but I hope it’s a good flick. For now, we have a great book. When it hits stores a month from now, go pick it up and read it for yourself.

This One Time, in My Apartment Building …

3 Sep

At 11 a.m. this morning, I learned the very happy news — it’s thrilling, really — that my new neighbor next to my living room plays the flute. Oh joy. And it’s no American Pie kind of thing. Instead, I wish she’d stick it where the sun don’t shine. What’s worse: her twittering away on that high-pitched, silly-sounding instrument, practicing the same scales or lines of music over and over, or my former neighbor, who was prone to playing the same Shakira or Gwen Stefani songs over and over and over? The answer is neither. They both suck. I give this new girl a week of annoying me until I complain. Have I mentioned recently that I can’t wait to move?

There Are Places I Remember …

2 Sep

With so many places I don’t like, it’s nice to find two I like enough to return to on a nice day. Today, Nina and I ate at Z Square in Harvard Square. This was my second time there, and it’s quickly becoming a brunch favorite. Today I had the salami and eggs scramble, with sourdough toast and potatoes. Last time (in May), I had the French Toast with maple syrup and cinnamon butter. Both dishes were great. And both times we’ve been there, Nina and I have sat outside, which makes it an even nicer experience. I have fond memories of when this place was a Finagle a Bagel, and of going on Sunday mornings for the Bagel French Toast (mmmmmm), so it’s nice to have somewhere else in Harvard Square to eat brunch again.

Then we headed up to Kimball Farm, which I had also only been to once before (a year ago, with Joe and Marie). Nina and I grabbed our clubs, headed out on the mini golf course, and the game was on. I held a lead for most of the time, but in the end I lost my groove and Nina came out ahead (by three strokes). And while I held my own in the trash talk department, I was trumped by a grandmother behind us, who at one point reminded her young grandson that “I’m still beating you.” You go, granny! Also fun were the three kids — the boys — who were no older than 10 years old, who we thought were mocking us for missing our shots on one hole. Then we realized they weren’t saying “No, no, no” about us … they were singing Amy Winehouse‘s “Rehab.” (Really.) Of course, we finished off the afternoon with some ice cream — although neither of us finished our sundaes. (They were huge!)

So yeah, two cool places I enjoy going to and hope to return to soon.

Tedy! Youk! Martin!

1 Sep

As if there wasn’t already enough going on in the Coolidge Corner general area today, Tedy Bruschi was doing a book signing at Brookline Booksmith.

I may not be a huge Patriots fan (at least not as big as I am a Red Sox fan), but you gotta love a guy who battles back like Bruschi has.

And hey, I love a good book signing.

So I waited in the line — which snaked down Harvard St. and about halfway up Green St. — for an hour and got my book signed.

And it was pretty cool to see everyone walk out of the store with a big grin, relating what inspirational words he told them. Tedy shook my hand, signed the book, and gave me a little smile.

Not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon. Continue reading

The Worst Day of the Year

1 Sep

I knew I hated September 1, but I forgot just how much.

Luckily, for the past few years, I’ve been able to avoid all the chaos of moving day. But today it seems like it’s everywhere.

All down my street there are moving trucks and trash piles on the sidewalk.

People are packing up and leaving my building (and few people are moving in, it seems). And worse, I actually had to go into the belly of the beast, into Allston, where my new landlord‘s office is. Continue reading