We’re expecting a big snow storm here in Boston today, so in that spirit, I thought I’d repost (nearly two years later) Jamie Cullum’s great performance of “Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!”
Mother Nature, I say bring it on.
We’re expecting a big snow storm here in Boston today, so in that spirit, I thought I’d repost (nearly two years later) Jamie Cullum’s great performance of “Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!”
Mother Nature, I say bring it on.
Much like, say, Gladiator or Rocky, at the core of Frost/Nixon there is a battle. Two men enter a ring, both seeking the respect and admiration of the audience, both trying to make up for past wrongs. On one hand, there is David Frost (Michael Sheen), a celebrity talk show host. On the other hand there is Richard Nixon (Frank Langella), the disgraced former president. The film, an adaptation of the award-winning stage play by its writer, Peter Morgan, documents the legendary TV interview that Frost conducted with Nixon in 1977, and how Frost essentially gave Nixon the “trial” he would never have for Watergate. As directed by Ron Howard, the film is completely engaging. The two leads both give fantastic performances (Langella, in the showier role, especially), but they are only two members of an impressive ensemble that also includes Sam Rockwell, Oliver Platt, and Kevin Bacon.
Howard expands on the play (which I never saw) by adding documentary-style “interviews” with the supporting players. This helps to give the film some context, though it’s not really necessary. The whole thing doesn’t feel stagey, which is great, though I wondered how much more exciting it would have been to see just Sheen and Langella duking it out on stage without the help of a score or any other enhancements. Then again, the big screen helps to showcase what brilliant and subtle performances these are by putting the camera right in the two lead actors’ faces.
I really enjoyed this movie, and thought the early interviews, with Nixon coming off quite humorously as a charmer and totally in control, and Frost totally ill-prepared for how to deal with it, were pretty funny. But I have to say that when we get to the final interview, after Frost has found his cojones, the tone of the verbal sparring shifts so dramatically and almost unbelievably, that it’s a bit off-putting. These interviews are a matter of public record, so it’s hardly a spoiler to reveal that Frost does finally put the screws on Nixon. And yes, it’s thrilling in the film when he does. But till then, Frost has been so out of his element and so unevenly matched that you wish the film had built a little more to that final confrontation so it feels just a little more rewarding. Had that been so, I’d be giving Frost/Nixon a higher grade. Instead, it gets a B+ from me.
President Bush made a trip to Iraq this weekend, and at a press conference, an Iraqi journalist shoe’d, er, I mean showed him how happy he was to see Bush there.
Just a quick shout-out and thanks to whoever first thought to hang newspapers above the urinals in men’s bathrooms.
What a brilliant idea this was.
I was reminded of this Saturday night when I went to Border Cafe and had to go.
Men never know where to look when they’re in the restroom, and on this particular occasion, I had the front page of the Boston Globe Sports section to stare at and read.
Newspapers hanging at urinals is nothing new, but they’re always — always— appreciated.
So yeah, thanks.
Alright, so I get it: Pedestrians in a crosswalk always have the right of way.
But here’s my question … If the light for cars is green, and you’re crossing the street when, technically, I (or any other driver) have permission to drive without stopping, and it’s not like you started to cross when the light was still red, why can’t you walk just a little bit faster to get to the other side of the road?
I’m not going to hit you (really), but come on.
The light at this time is not in your favor. You’re just being a pain in the arse.
Especially if you’re on your cell phone.
Hurry it up.
In the unnecessary remake The Day the Earth Stood Still, a large green orb drops down out of the sky and lands in — where else? — New York City’s Central Park. (Why New York? Well, aside from being a total cliche, why wouldn’t aliens want to visit New York?) Out pops Klaatu, a strange creature who turns out to be an alien messenger in the form of Keanu Reeves. He tells astrobiologist (and of course she’s an astrobiologist) Dr. Helen Benson (Jennifer Connelly) that because the humans have treated the earth so poorly, he is going to destroy them all. How trendy. (In the original 1951 film, Klaatu was there to address nuclear warfare and other Cold War–era concerns.) But this is the Age of Barack Obama, so the good scientist (and really — why are they always scientists?) believes that she can convince Klaatu that the humans can change, and thus, she can prevent Klaatu from accomplishing his mission. Thankfully, you only have to wait an hour and 45 minutes to find out if she succeeds. DTESS feels like it wants to be part horror film, thriller, and action flick, but it never really succeeds as either of those. It’s science fiction, but as mentioned, it’s pointless, ineffective science fiction. Characters — including Kathy Bates’ Secretary of Defense — speak with all the expected gravitas, but none of it seems particularly worth watching. On the plus side, DTESS looks great. But I’m still giving it a C+.
Not that anyone asked her, but Oprah Winfrey has admitted that she now tips the scales at 200 pounds (the story is in the latest issue of O magazine). So as if my week wasn’t already going well, now I can also take pride in the fact that as heavy as I am, I don’t weigh as much as Oprah Winfrey does. Phew!
It’s been a long time coming, but change has finally come for me.
Yesterday I accepted a new job, and today I gave my two-weeks’ notice that I’d be leaving my current company. When I walk out the door on December 24, I will have been at the same place for seven years, three months, and 14 days (but who’s counting?).
Suffice it to say, it’s a time that’s had highs and lows.
My job has afforded me some very cool opportunities, including the chance to write articles about celebrities and to travel to fun places, and for that I’m really grateful.
I’ve also made some great friends that I know will last even though we won’t see each other every day. Continue reading
Of this I am certain: Doubt is one tough, challenging, and not all that festive movie. The story of a young Jewish boy and his rabbi, Doubt explores what it means to be Bar Mitzvahed when you’re … alright, of course it’s not a Jewish movie. That much is clear from the movie’s poster. Doubt is actually the story of a priest, Father Flynn (Philip Seymour Hoffman), who is suspected by a nun, Sister Aloysius Beauvier (Meryl Streep), of having abused a young boy. Does Sister Beauvier have any proof? No. But she has her certainty, and that is all she needs to lead a full-on crusade to remove him from the parish. Caught in the middle is Sister James (Amy Adams), who initially brings the charge to Sister Beauvier’s attention, but has doubts that Father Flynn is actually guilty.
Based on the Pulitzer Prize–winning play, Doubt is one of those awards-bait movies that deal with heavy themes and feature top-notch casts. Sure enough, while it may not be career-best-level, the acting across the board — by those mentioned and by Viola Davis, who plays the young boy’s mother — is good. Streep in particular plays one of the most intimidating figures I’ve ever seen. She’s terrifying just looking at her. Set in 1964, a year after the assassination of John F. Kennedy, Doubt explores not just themes of truth and religion, but also ones of change, and how the forces of tradition try to strike down any attempts to move society forward. Despite this seemingly fascinating subject matter, Doubt often fails to be fully engaging. It can also be slow at times. That said, it can also be intimate and not stuck in its theatricality, always welcome with an adaptation of a stage play.
Overall, I can’t say I loved this movie. Perhaps a more intellectual viewer will rate it higher. I’m giving Doubt a B.
From last night’s Saturday Night Live, a great jazzy short about Barack Obama.