Archive | May, 2008

I’m Okay

29 May

People from as far away as California have called and emailed and mentioned yesterday’s accident on the D line to me and told me they were worried that I may have been on the train, that I figured it was worth posting a quick message to say “I’m alright!” Where this accident happened was way out deep into Newton, and not really close to where I live. When I take the T, I take the B line (which has its own troubles) and on those days when I do take the D line, I get off at Reservoir, which is about five stops before Waban, around where the accident took place. Thanks, everyone, for your concern, but really, I’m fine.

Taking One for the Team

27 May

Though my entertainment preferences might imply otherwise, I am neither gay nor female. Who cares. I still decided to take one for the team and see an advanced screening of Sex and the City.

I was never a huge fan of the show, but I’ve certainly seen my share of the episodes and have even referenced one right here on this very blog. And I guess I’ll admit that I was a little excited to see the movie. Why do I tell you all this? Well, I guess it’s so that you don’t hate me too much when I say the movie really didn’t do it for me.

If you’re a devoted Sexaholic, you’ll no doubt delight in the clothes, the men, the witticisms, and the sheer sight of Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda together again. For me, it wasn’t all that. Continue reading

Welcome, Summer!

26 May

The first time you wear shorts and a tshirt in any given year is always an exciting occasion. So it was today, when the temperatures topped 80 degrees and there were blue skies as far as the eye could see. But those weren’t the only signs that the seasons have changed: I put my sweaters in storage and I actually went for a walk — around the perimeter of Boston College. I just couldn’t resist. The sun was shining, people all around me were in good moods, car tops were down, music was playing … summer was in the air. It’s the best time of year, when the cold finally passes us by and it’s clear sailing till October. This was a great weekend. Oh, how I wish it would last a few days longer.

Martin Lieberman and the Indiana Jones Review

25 May

It starts with the hat. That’s the first thing we see when Indiana Jones is re-introduced to us after a 19-year absence from the big screen. And then the man, in shadow, picks up his iconic headgear, puts it on, and we see his familiar profile. It’s fitting that this is how we first see the character, because so much of what is beloved about the Indiana Jones series of films is the title character himself, not so much the plots or the sought-after artifact, and his presence, his shadow, lords over the whole proceeding. And while Indy’s looking a bit older now, I’m happy to say he hasn’t lost his charm. Welcome back.

But after 19 long years, did we really need another Indiana Jones movie? If the best that Steven Spielberg and co. can come up with is Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, then I sort of wish they’d stopped with the very enjoyable Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, which ended the original trilogy of films on a high note. This reunion film (which includes Karen Allen’s Marion Ravenwood) feels like a half-cooked attempt to recapture past glories, and as we’ve seen, that doesn’t always work out so well.

But here’s the thing: for the first quarter of Crystal Skull, it’s like watching some old masters demonstrate how you make a classic big screen film. There’s some gorgeous cinematography (by Janusz Kamiński), some light action over the opening credits, and an effective chase sequence that restores our faith in Harrison Ford’s ability to run, swing, and kick some ass. Later on, there are some other scenes and moments that are a lot of fun too. A car chase on the edge of a cliff and a good gag involving a snake are just two.

These aspects of the film help to cover over the fact that really, this is a pretty pointless exercise in nostalgia. Nothing that happens adds anything of real value to the Indiana Jones mythology (I said anything of real value; there are some significant character developments that I won’t spoil here, but they’re sorta lame and definitely predictable), and in the end, the film feels sort of generic, plot-wise. Ford may be able to handle some of the stunt work, but he’s just not the action star he once was. As a result, Indy, despite his charm, is not the same character either. And Shia LaBeouf, in his Brando-lite biker dude get-up, feels out of place; the film’s set in the 1950s, but his modern sensibility is better suited for a film set in the present day.

Is Crystal Skull a bad movie? Definitely not. I just wish it was more worth the wait than it is. I’m giving the film a B.

Semi-Sweet

22 May

A quick update on Sweet, the new cupcake store I wrote about on Tuesday. I stopped in Wednesday night to check it out, and despite a steep price of $3.25 each (whoa!), I bought a Sweet Cake and a Dark Chocolate, both with chocolate frosting. I’m no culinary expert, but I’d like to think I know my cake. And I have to say, I was not blown away. The cupcakes were good — better than those at Kickass Cupcakes in Somerville for sure — but they were not as moist and good and, ahem, sweet as those at Shaw’s (yes, I really just said that). And I liked the vanilla one more than the chocolate one too.

I’ll be honest: because they’re so pricey and so small, I expected a higher quality ‘cake. But I’m a generous soul and I’ll allow that I had high expectations. So this will not be the last time I go to Sweet for cupcakes. I just won’t be rushing back.

White Trash

21 May

To the entitled-looking twentysomething girl in front of me who, after swiping her CharileTicket at the Hynes Convention Center T stop last night, simply flung it on the ground in the middle of the station … WTF?!? You couldn’t just put it in the trash? You almost hit me with it when you threw it on the ground. Thanks for that. But more importantly: WTF? Why are you so obnoxious that you acted so selfishly and carelessly and threw your trash right on the ground? Did you not hear me say, “Are you serious?!” Jeez … what a bitch you are.

Rock On, David Cook. Rock On.

21 May

Woo hoo! There he is, ladies and gentlemen, your new American Idol. I have to admit, I was really excited when this was announced (all things considered, of course).

I was never a fan of David Archuleta and I said as early as February 19 that he would never win. David Cook may not have given the better performance last night, but for most of the season it was pretty clear he was the best contestant. Continue reading