All I want for Christmas…

Are Awards season films!  Yet, this year, I feel horribly behind on my viewings.  I was just talking to a friend today and began to feel overwhelmed as I realized how many films I’ve yet to see.  Nebraska.  12 Years a Slave.  Inside Llewyn Davis.  Saving Mr. Banks.  August: Osage County.  Philomena.  Frozen (OK, not an Oscar-esque film, but I’m still looking forward to seeing it).  Oy!

For me, one of the highlights of this time of year is the plethora of quality films (note: some years may not be inundated with quality films, but there is at least the hope of such films being released).  Like some people get excited about football season, I likewise spend my year prepping for Oscar caliber films.  I do my research and keep my ear to the ground, listening for the buzz on each film.  One of my favorite pop culture sites, Vulture, has been doing a weekly recap of films that are contending for awards season and chronicling which films are going up and down in terms of nomination expectations.  It almost makes me giddy!

Last week the Golden Globe nominations were announced and I thoroughly enjoyed reading through the nominations – exclaiming at the unexpected nods (Julia Louis Dreyfus for Enough Said – excellent) and in shock by the snubs (James Gandolfini also from Enough Said – to be honest, I wouldn’t have nominated him myself, but Hollywood loves to award actors posthumously). 

Now, at times I step back and reflect on how silly this all is in a way.  I mean, there’s an existing system that says if you want recognition in award season, release your film at the end of the year.  There are intense strategies and marketing ploys that are concocted to garner attention for each respective film.  In a lot of ways, the winner is often determined by the company that spends the most money or arranges the most appearances by their actor/director.  It’s for that reason, that I appreciate directors who refuse to play that game.  One who comes to mind for me is Woody Allen.  I don’t see him “play the game” for awards.  His most recent film, Blue Jasmine, was released over summer – definitely not the location for quality films.  Yet, despite the film’s “poor placement” it has been receiving nods this awards season, especially for Cate Blanchet’s mesmerizing performance (side note: one of the welcomed surprises was seeing Sally Hawkins recognized for her supporting performance in the same film).  Allen has typically not attended any of the awards shows (even when he was heavily expected to win).  You get the sense that he doesn’t make films for the awards, but because he is an artist and is always creating.  I can respect that. 

Despite my frustrations with the system, I still find myself each year eagerly awaiting the films to be released.  And the deal has been sweetened again this year with Amy Poehler and Tina Fey returning to host the Golden Globes.  While the show itself cannot top the Oscars in terms of overall importance, I’m giddy squared to see my two favorite comediennes hosting.  It absolutely makes me want to do a little jig in excitement.  Basically, it will be the equivalent of a little girl getting a pony for Christmas – this is me having Amy and Tina host.  OK, maybe a slight exaggeration (slight). 

So, while I may be behind on my film screenings, I’m eager to catch up with my upcoming Christmas break.  To the theaters!

Christmastime is Here?

If you haven’t figured it out by now, I have opinions.  And I often like to voice said opinions. As we creep closer and closer to Christmas I begin to see my opinions on the celebration of this particular holiday whisper louder and louder in my ear. 

I think we can all agree that Christmas decorations showing up in September and October are ridiculous.  Now that we’ve entered November, we find ourselves in the Christmas zone gray area.  I tend to wait till after Thanksgiving before I officially step into the Christmas season, or when I was going to an Anglican church, Advent.  Lately, the easy listening station has taken to playing Christmas music.  Every time I catch a song, I sigh and quickly change the station.  Seriously?  Let’s not forget Thanksgiving people! 

However, I find that I am not a strict observer when it comes to the post-Thanksgiving day rule.  The last time I backed up my phone I clicked to have all of my Sufjan Stevens music included.  Of course, I forgot that a large chunk of my Sufjan collection comes from his wonderful Christmas albums.  So, I’m driving to work one day when a Sufjan Christmas song comes on.  And I’m conflicted.  True, it is not “Christmas” according to my calculations, but it’s Sufjan and it’s one of my favorite songs (The Friendly Beasts, in case you’re curious).  The song wins and I thoroughly enjoyed singing along. 

“This is it” I told myself.  “One Christmas song and then I’ll hold out for after Thanksgiving.”  That is until Spotify alerted me that they’ve posted an album from a group I really enjoy (The Brilliance).  And it’s titled Advent.  “Darn it!  Well, one listen won’t hurt, but then no more for real!”  

Don’t get me started on Trader Joe’s.  I’ve already purchased my first box of pfeffernusse cookies and candy cane green tea.  I know I won’t be able to wait much longer for candy cane Joe Joe’s.  I’m only flesh and blood. 

The real test though, has been films.  The other night a friend on Facebook announced that he was, unashamedly, giving in and watching “White Christmas”.  I couldn’t help but sympathize with his position.  He was giving in, stepping into full Christmas mode (there’s no going back after “White Christmas”) and announcing it to the world (via Facebook).  Yet the responses back were more kind than judgmental.  People commented with their favorite lines or songs from the classic film.  A slight wave of joy swept over me as I thought back to the film. 

And I wanted to watch it right there and then. 

I decided to wait.  (Even though it is on Netflix instant this very moment).  I suppose I’ll let little things creep in, but the waiting is, in a strange way, part of the fun.  So, for now, Christmastime is not here. 

Yet. 

When Two Don’t Become One

Warning: The blog gives away plot points to the film “Roman Holiday” and “Once”.  I realize the former has been out for decades.  Still, if you don’t want to be spoiled, then don’t read this piece.

One of my favorite moments of the film!

Yesterday, I had the gift of a day off – my first full day off in two weeks.  I enjoyed my time, getting my hair cut, reading and watching a movie at home, before spending the evening with friends.  I was searching through Netflix, deciding what film to watch when I came across the classic, “Roman Holiday.”  I had seen the film a couple of times back when I first started college, and thought it would be fun to watch again. 

Of course, the film has such gorgeous settings and can’t help but stir up a desire to spend a warm, sunny day on vacation in Rome.  Mostly, I find myself coveting Audrey Hepburn’s amazing haircut.  I realize that it would not be a good look on me, but oh how I’d love that hairstyle.  Maybe in heaven. 

I first watched the film around the time that I went on choir tour to Italy.  Upon returning, my friends and I had a movie night and watched “Roman Holiday.”  When it came to the end, we were split on our responses to the film.  Half of us loved the film and the other half didn’t. And the dividing point came via the film’s ending.  While discovering their love for each other, Hepburn and Gregory Peck decide to go their separate ways.  I was one of the ones who appreciated the film and its ending. 

Now, I do appreciate a happy ending, but I also value an ending that is true.  The reality is, sometimes our stories do not turn out as we anticipate.  Sometimes the obstacles are too great.  Or the most loving response is to stay true to what we’ve been called to.  I similarly like the film “Once” for these same reasons.  The male and female had a special connection, but their purpose in meeting was to help each other get “un-stuck,” not to be each other’s life companions.

In early theater, plays tended to end with either a marriage or a death.  Although, our story endings take more twists and turns today, there still is a continuing tradition of ending with death or marriage scene.  Even as I look down my list of DVD’s, this becomes oddly apparent.  Marriage, marriage, marriage, death, marriage.  As a side note, I’m fascinated the stories that contain both marriage and death (Romeo and Juliet, Shadowlands, Four Weddings and a Funeral, Waking Ned Devine, etc).    

Sometimes I want a film that just is happy, but more often, I desire a film that tells a true, honest story.  There are times when the obstacles are too great, and no amount of hoping can take away that truth.  One cannot just wave a magic wand around and transform the situations that the characters find themselves in (unless this is Harry Potter, yet notice that Rowling does not tend to use magic as a quick fix in the narrative).  Ultimately, I have a greater degree of respect when a storyteller takes the necessary steps to end the story in an honest way (which could be joyful or sorrowful), rather than tacking on a “happy ending.”   

Sometimes the more interesting story is the one where two do not become one.  

It’s a Great Time to Be a Jane Austen Fan

Is it me or does Jane Austen seem to be blowing up lately?  It’s not that she ever really disappeared, but with the 200^th anniversary of “Pride and Prejudice”, it seems as though Austen has re-emerged, making a triumphant comeback into the popular world. And I say hurrah!

I mean, starting in 2017 she will oust Charles Darwin for the coveted (?) spot on the British 10 pound note.  Perhaps the most disturbing show of Jane Austen (or Colin Firth) love emerged in the 12-foot sculpture, which was recently constructed in England.  I realize that this popularity is mainly fueled by the anniversary (and to be sure a PR campaign put on by the UK), but I always welcome more Jane Austen into my life. 

I, like many others, was introduced to Austen’s most popular work, “Pride and Prejudice”, through the 1995 BBC mini-series.  To this day, my sick day tradition is to sit in bed and watch the entire 6 hours (Note: I was sick the first time I saw it when it first aired on A&E).  I almost don’t mind being sick when it involves hour after hour of the sparkling dialogue and spectacular performances.  Eventually, I read the book and continue to pick it up about once a year.  I loved her fiercely strong characters, especially given the context of a culture that did not appreciate outspoken women.  Her wit and heart mingle beautifully together. I’ve read Austen’s other books, and while not every book is a favorite, I just enjoy her witty style of writing.  I may not be a full-blown “Janeite” (coined in the 1890’s to distinguish Austen fans), but I have had my moments.  These include:

• Annual Reading: I read the book “Pride and Prejudice” every year.  I don’t go out of my way to do so, but it just ends up happening.  Once while reading it, God convicted me of some sin my life.  I know it sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. 

•  Jane Austen Center: When I lived in Bristol one of my treks involved visiting the Jane Austen Center in Bath.  While Austen did spend much time there, it’s recorded that she couldn’t stand the city.  To be honest, the center felt a bit disappointing, but I’m still glad I went.  Travels in England also allowed me to see original copies of early manuscripts (via the British Library) and the famed portrait done by her sister (at the National Portrait Gallery).

•    Paraphernalia: It’s true, I own various Austen products, including notecards, a “Pride and Prejudice” pencil bag, and the Bollywood version of P&P, complete with soundtrack. 

 

• Zombified: Yes, I have not one, but two “Pride and Prejudice” meets zombies books. 

This alone could qualify me for Janeite status:

•  Song: Yes, it’s true.  I wrote a song based on “Pride and Prejudice.”  I’ve played it multiple times.  In public.  Sometimes by request.  One of my favorite lyrics from the song:

You took me out for chai tea, made me laugh until I had to wee.  I know that you like me, but will you read “Pride and Prejudice” for me.

It is a truth universally acknowledged…

That I am a fan of Jane Austen.  So, here’s to 200 years of enduring recognition for a truly wonderful piece of literature!

Please Get Coffee with Me

Jerry Seinfeld has just started the second season of his show Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee.  In case you’re curious, the title is not a metaphor.  It’s a fun show in which Seinfeld brings on such an interesting range of comedians, from legendary comic voices like Mel Brooks to more current voices such as Sarah Silverman (and everything in between).  And before I move on can I state that I have repeatedly misspelled the word “comedians”.  For some reason I want to stick in an extra “m”.  I digress.

Besides it being a hilarious and interesting show, I can’t help but reflect on what a cushy job Seinfeld has.  He gets to have coffee and good conversation with people whom he is interested in.  And no one is inaccessible to him.  Well, he might not be able to interview the Queen of England, but you get what I mean.  On top of that, all the coffee shots in the show make me drool (seriously, the transition shots show coffee being made). 

So the moral of this post is, it’s good to be Jerry Seinfeld.

No, it is not.

However, it poses an interesting question.  Who are the people that you’d like to have coffee with?  Even as I consider the question for myself, it quickly becomes a long list.  I’m limiting it to people who are alive (which sadly means that a few of my favorite authors who recently passed will not be on the list).

So, here’s a glimpse of the list:

Tina Fey

There are many reasons I’d want to have coffee with Tina.  I remember being impressed with her before even really knowing who she was.  Years ago my mom mentioned that Saturday Night Live had just hired its first female head writer of the show.  She talked about how the show was known for being such a boy’s club throughout the years.  I thought that was pretty cool at the time.  My real intro to Tina was through the film Mean Girls, which is still a favorite of mine today.  It’s funny, cleverly written, has positive messages for women, and Tina adapted it from a non-fiction book.  What the what! 

I was an early convert to 30 Rock and faithfully watched it to the end.  I even have a shirt from the show (in case you’re curious it says, “I want to go to there”).  While some of her movies since Mean Girls have been so-so (Admission I’m looking in your direction), her and Amy Poehler nailed the Golden Globes last year , and she wrote a goofy, yet lovable memoir, Bossypants.  In case you’re curious, her advice for being female in a male-dominated work environment is as follows: Some people say “Never let them see you cry.”  I say, if you’re so mad you could just cry, then cry.  It terrifies everyone.

And her prayer for her daughter is hilarious, yet still sweet (beware of what some may call “rough” language).

Basically, I want Tina to be my friend. The end.

Rachel Held Evans

I recently finished Rachel’s book A Year of Biblical Womanhood.  I was hesitant to read this book initially, because it seemed exploitive and gimmicky.  It’s a woman literally applying Biblical passages to her life, so she sits in a tent during her period, etc.  I was skeptical, but upon a few recommendations I decided to read it.  I’m glad that my skepticism was compromised, as this has been one of the more impacting books I’ve read as of late.  Rachel skillful uses hyperbole to shine light on the Biblical applications from the biblical manhood and womanhood movement.  She also does her research, meeting with women from a variety of walks of life and studying some of the more contested Biblical passages dealing with gender.  The book is uniquely balanced with her own experience, where she speaks honestly of her year with such real, true words.  It could have been a book devoted to griping, but instead provided a nuanced exploration of gender in the church.  As I finished the book, I felt relief knowing there were other women out there who felt similarly. She's regularly blogs and was an inspiration for my recent post on modestly.  The more I read of hers, the more I think "right on, right on."

Ira Glass

I suppose Ira gets a direct mention, and not just listed, as his radio program This American Life just broadcast their 500^th episode.  I’ve been feeling reminiscent about the show, so there.  It’s a weekly show, which pools together stories on a specific theme.  Ira has described it as a program with stories that wouldn’t make it onto the regular news.  The show has left me breathless, as I’m rolling on the floor in laughter, and choked up, as I’m presented with the devastating experience of a human being.  I’ve only been listening for the last 5 years, but it was a favorite of mine almost immediately.  I’m drawn to this band of storytellers, who use creativity, sensitivity, and insightful questions to craft their episodes.  Ira has such a distinct voice and I feel a sense of calm as I hear him speak. 

However, I think what made me really respect him as a journalist was last year.  The program had aired a story in which a man named Mike Daisy talked about a trip he’d taken to China to visit the factories where iPhones are made.  It was a revealing episode and had one questioning the work practices of Apple.  A few months later, the program came back with a second episode.  It turns out that Mike had fabricated significant sections of the story.  The producers of the show had taken his word when he said that he couldn’t find his translator from his trip to China (who would have been used to verify Mike’s stories).  Upon discovering their mistakes, Ira dedicated a show to telling the real story.  He owned up to their error, while also conducting one of the most intense interviews with Mike.  Ira didn’t back down as Mike tried to evade the questions.  It is challenging to speak the truth, especially when you have to own up to your own mistakes.  Ira did so, and broadcast it for the world to hear.    

Others included on the ever growing list:

David Sedaris

Eugene Peterson

J.K. Rowling

Makoto Fujimura

Bobette Buster

Donald Miller

Aaron Sorkin

Emma Thompson

Just noticing that my list is devoid of musicians.  Hmm...Maybe Stevie Wonders needs to be added.

Much Ado about Much Ado

At some point in my life I made a life altering choice.  I decided that Much Ado About Nothing was my favorite play.  Not just my favorite Shakespeare play mind you, but my favorite play.  Ever.  Now, it’s hard for me to make such a stark statement as that.  I tend not to have one absolute favorite anything.  It feels confining.  What if I change my mind?  What if it only speaks to me in a particular season of life?  I mean, I was obsessed about Titanic during high school and am embarrassed about that fact today.  And while I did study the history of the sinking of the ship, I also was often found loudly singing My Heart Will Go On many a times in my car (with the window open, as my car was without air conditioning).  I also may or may not have known all the quotes from the film that were played in the re-mix edition of the song. 

So clearly there is some history with claiming any art work, film, book, or play as my favorite.  Despite all of this drama, Much Ado made the cut.  I never had to read the play in school, but I think my first exposure to the play was in high school.  I was camping out at the local movie theater for Star Wars: Episode I (yes, I was that girl) and one of the guys in our group had brought his sister along.  She was very much not into the whole Star Wars thing, so had brought a tv/vcr (mind you, this was before DVD days) and was watching the Kenneth Branagh version of Much Ado.  It caught my interest and I believe I watched the entire film not too long after.  It’s a great version to cut one’s teeth on.  Branagh stayed true to the story, making only slight modifications to the text, and corralled a spectacular cast (with the exception of Keanu Reeves, who is horrible). 

I loved the witty language, the fun bantering, and the utterly ridiculous Dogberry.  But mostly, I loved seeing a positive portrayal of a strong woman.  Beatrice, while not without fault, is able to toe the line of being independent yet remains likable (in stark contrast to Katherine in Taming of the Shrew).  And her moments of rage when her cousin is wronged are beautifully vulnerable:

 Oh, that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until they come to take hands and then, with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancor—O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace….. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

(Act IV, Scene I)

This scene never ceases to amaze me.  Suddenly, this witty comedy turns seeming tragedy and a simple profession of love leads to an impassioned cry for justice.  Actually, this is my favorite scene of the play.  Wow, here I am, picking another favorite.  Wonders never cease.

I’ve seen the play performed live.  Time for another favorite.  My favorite experience at the theater.  I saw Much Ado performed by the Royal Shakespeare Theater in Stratford-upon-Avon.  I went alone, sat in a tiny theatre, a few rows back, and loved every moment.  The play was staged in pre-revolutionary Cuba and at one point a character lights a (Cuban) cigar, adding another sensation into the theatrical mix – smell.  While I don’t like the smell of cigars, the act brought me even more into the experience.  Not surprising, I was treated to spectacular performances, which even out shined Kenneth Branagh’s version. 

Back in early 2010, a little band from the UK, Mumford and Sons, was starting to gain popularity.  At my church.  The lead singer’s parents’ had stayed at my church decades ago (and were still acquainted with many from th church) and so all of these church ladies were attending their concerts in little clubs down in Hollywood.  I thought it was ridiculous.  I assumed this band was only liked because of the connection and refused to listen to them.  I expressed this to a friend, who agreed with my sentiment, but also expressed that regardless, they were a really good band.  He played the album for me and the song that made me change my tune (pun intended) for them was their opening Sigh No More.  Why you ask?  Because the song heavily quotes….Can you guess?  Much Ado About Nothing.  It was my gateway into appreciating the band.

Most recently, the play has again been on my mind with the release of Joss Whedon’s version.  I must admit, I was excited for this film and kept hoping that it wouldn’t suck.  I knew it was risky.  I’ve been disappointed by films before, but I couldn’t help but expect something magical.  I’d meant to drive up to LA to watch it, as it’s in limited release, but was having a hard time finding the time.  Then, one not so special day, it appeared at the little art house theater by me.  Hooray!  I went alone (company or no, it’s still a treat to hear these fun words) and thoroughly enjoyed Whedon’s unique vision.  Set in modern day, but retaining the original language, I was impressed with his ability to stay true to the story, but having some fun with inflection, staging, and cinematography.  I was amazed to hear that it was filmed in 11 days.  When watching the performances, it sure doesn’t seem like these actors were “winging it”.  Especially those of Amy Acker and Nathan Fillion.  Acker, who played Beatrice, had an easiness to her delivery, giving these old words new life.  She brought a tenderness to the role that I’ve not often seen.  Fillion played Dogberry, the buffoonish constable.  While his performance was comedic as hoped, he also brought an empathetic quality that added some extra layers to his character. 

I don’t quite know how to end this post.  It’s my favorite play, I’ve experienced it in different formats.  I haven’t learned any lessons, but am remembering that I just plain like writing about this play.  I’m close to 1,000 words and realize how trivial this all may be.  Perhaps I am engaged in my own, much ado.  About nothing?  

The Impossible Task: Winning an Oscar?

I finally was able to view “The Impossible,” a film that tells the story of a family who found themselves caught in the middle of the tsunami in Thailand back in 2005.  While there have been mixed thoughts on the film, due largely to ignoring the impact of the tsunami on the Thai people and changes to the original story, it was the acting that garnered this film its recognition.  Its lead actress, Naomi Watts, was nominated for numerous awards last season, and rightly so.  Her performance was layered and in moments, beautifully vulnerable.  Watch this clip for proof.

Apparently scarves are for serious actors

So, going into this film, I had high expectations for her performance, but I was pleasantly surprised by the acting of both the young man who played her son (Tom Holland) and Ewan McGregor.  And it got me thinking of how many times Ewan has been overlooked as an actor.  As I consider his film career, he has continued to do interesting films and give solid performances.  It frustrates me that some actors can give continually good performances, but for some odd reason, never become award material (whatever that means).  Sadly, I wonder if it is impossible for Ewan to be nominated. 

I decided to take a little jaunt down memory lane (thanks to one of my favorite sites ever, internet movie database – imdb.com) and recollect some of my favorite performances of his:

Trainspotting: I have to begin by stating that I have never seen this film, but it feels like a crime to not mention it.  Truly, this is the film that started Ewan’s career. 

Emma, Little Voice & Brassed Off: I group these films together, because his performances weren’t award material necessarily, but solidly acted in delightful little stories.  He hasn’t always picked the best films, but he has tended towards more independent ones, and I respect that. 

Star Wars, Episodes I-III: Now let me begin by stating how frustrating these films were for me.  I have a tender place in my heart for Star Wars, growing up watching the original trilogy.  I was incredibly excited for the prequels and waited in multitudes of lines on opening nights.  Ugh.  I feel pretty safe in not having to explain my disappointment in these films, but for me the glimmer of hope was Obi Wan. I’m convinced that George Lucas is a better producer than director.  There’s a long running joke about Lucas’ direction style, revolving around the phrase,“faster and with more intensity.”  Basically, that is the only direction he provides his actors.  Empire Strikes Back, commonly seen as the best of the films, was directed by Irvin Kershner.  So, the fact that Ewan did even a decent job in this film, to me, speaks to his skills as an actor.  I mean yeesh, even Natalie Portman has gone on to get an Oscar and she was very plastic and flat in the prequels (of which I blame Lucas more than her). 

Moulin Rouge –I realize Nicole Kidman was in the midst of a divorce when this film came out, but I always thought that Ewan’s vocal performance was much stronger and perhaps not quite as "produced".  Apparently, Baz Luhrmann has a thing for typewriters (see “The Great Gatsby”).

Big Fish – I’d forgotten about this film and it took my glance through Ewan’s imdb page to remember.  Him and Albert Finney seamlessly portray the enigmatical, yet extremely likable main character.

Beginners: Upon viewing this film, I was extremely disappointed that Ewan’s performance was not recognized.  All of the acting glory went to Christopher Plummer, who was quite good, but it was Ewan’s performance that really resonated with me. His deep sadness is evident, even without him saying a word.

The Impossible: I admired Ewan’s ability to waver between falling apart and keeping it together.  This scene perfectly exemplifies this skill.  He didn’t over emote, but his instability feels felt incredibly relatable.  I didn’t wonder why he was feeling what he felt, but felt joined with him in his trauma.

I suppose musings like this make me wonder how many wonderful performances are missed due to the business that is the film industry.  It’s a shame, but it is a special moment when you come across these overlooked actors.  I know I feel some sort of obligation when I find an interesting performance, story, director.  I have to let others know, lest they miss out.  So, here’s to finding the unseen performances!

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Question for you, who are your favorite overlooked actors?

Taste is Taste

Hi Friends, Jen here.  I'm in the midst of a busy week, with my brother graduating from college and a full week at work. A friend of mine, John Doukas, has graciously accepted the task of writing a guest post for today.  Besides being an avid music lover, John has faithfully walked with those who surround him whether at church, work, or Old Towne Orange, and is a spectacular photographer.  I'm so grateful to have him posting today.  Thanks again John!

To see some of John's brilliant photography click here or check out his recent trip to Jordan and Lebanon here.

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Recently while on a break at Starbucks, I saw the new Vampire Weekend album at the register. Picking it up and glancing at the album artwork showing a vintage New York City skyline, I thought I would chance buying it. I hadn’t heard it yet, but from liking some of their previous songs I like, I considered myself a fan. Well, before popping it in my car stereo, I had to make mp3’s so it could go on my iPhone, so it could be streamed in my car via bluetooth (hey, it’s cooler that way!). Finally, after work, did I get to listen to it. A lot was on my mind at the moment and so their music became background music to my thoughts. In the traffic home, from what I could hear of it, a thought crept to mind, “did I just waste $13 on this album? It doesn’t sound like the songs of theirs I like.” After a short while, I switched it to some Nirvana and found some familiarity to where I could sing along and unwind from the day.

So, when I Jen asked for a blog, I got to thinking about that day. I’m 35 and I consider myself still to be fairly young. Back in the late 80’s to early 90’s, I was just beginning to discover my personal tastes. CD’s were new to me and I had received my own cd player for Christmas. Starting with just what was on the radio, I bought what I liked, ranging from Michael Jackson, Boyz 2 Men, En Vogue, Guns n Roses, Weird Al, and others I don’t know if I can also admit to. My taste was fairly broad there, but I wasn’t exactly aware that I had taste, I just liked it. Admittedly though, I would get disappointed at the songs I didn’t know, thinking of how foreign they felt. I liked the singles from the radio airplay, and that was about it. Some friends would try to turn me onto stuff like Def Leppard or Motley Crue, but to me it just sounded junky. Singing about girls and sex seemed a bit boring to me. The music videos were cheesy too. Occasionally I’d find a GNR song I liked, only because it had cuss words. Songs like that became instant favorites as they had a feeling of being tough, even at my age of 13. But, I would see an occasional Metallica album and think that seemed a lot cooler. Their videos seemed to tap into something I was yet unaware of. Less and less did I listen to Michael Jackson or En Vogue, but I would have a stronger leaning toward rock music.

Before and during my high school years, I grew even more into having music as my identity. I would see kids dressed up as punk rockers (real ones with Mohawks, boots, wife beaters, chains, smelling of B-O) and think they looked a little too serious to be taken seriously. As a gift, I received a Led Zeppelin box set, and I slow to getting into it. There were songs though that just seemed awesome. Then my older brother got a Nirvana album (Nevermind) for Christmas, and I would sneak into his room to listen to it. They looked like normal guys, their album was blue (my favorite color) water. It felt fun, fresh, and just flat out cool. I didn’t know it was a popular album or anything like that. It was often just me alone, enjoying the music I liked.

In my junior year of high school, I got to sit next to this kid who always had a walkman and a bunch of tapes (remember those?). After a short period, I would look through his tapes and recognized none of the bands. We got to talking about music and he would tell me about these bands, as most of them were underground so n so’s, who were way cooler than what was on the radio. He let me listen to them, and I had to admit, I just liked them. Bands like Farside, Drive Like Jehu, Sensefield, Dead Kennedys, Fugazi (ok, I’m probably losing you by now), none of which I had heard before and or since. There were songs I liked. I asked where he finds this stuff, as Sam Goody or Blockbuster Music seemed to only have what was poopular (a typo at first, but I thought it sounded funny). He pointed me to a store called Bionic Records, in Fullerton. It became a quest to find this place. A friend and I went and we found it to be full of bands we never heard of. Instantly I felt a bit too uncool to be there with the employees. So I went for the bands my friend had suggested in class. After a few months, I had a bunch of underground albums/bands in my backpack at school, and I felt cool finally. Also, I was reading a Nirvana biography at the same time, and discovered bands such as the Melvins and Mudhoney. Cool thing was, I genuinely liked them. Also during high school, I discovered live concerts. I became initiated in mosh pits (the kinds with flying elbows and harsh pushing). I loved it. Then something else new happened...

When other friends and I would talk about music, it became sort of a pissing match of who’s tastes were better. I sort of automatically dismissed radio/popular stuff as being bland and sucky. The real gems were in the underground. Music had become so much of my identity that I would take it as a personal insult if you didn’t like what I like. I would size people up in their musical tastes. Then, the bands I liked, I idolized them. Anything they said was gospel and standard of cool. They don’t like something, I don’t like something. They respect something, I respect something. As the 90’s passed, I grew further into this. Then my life was interrupted.

In the year of 2000, after a long but seemingly fast process, I became a believer in Jesus. That is a story for another time, but music followed in that. One day while browsing Napster, I wondered if there was such a thing as Christian music. So I found some stuff by Hank Williams, whoever he was. I didn’t notice at first that it sounded like country (country was a dirty word to me), but he sang about Jesus. It was just cool to me that someone would sing about Him. A friend, while driving with me, heard one of the songs (I Saw the Light) and thought I was coo-koo. Normally you would find me listening to stuff like Misfits or Slayer, aside from my main favorites, but to hear twangy country in my car, about Jesus no less...what?! But, I didn’t care, I liked it.

As the 2000’s progressed, I became more absorbed with Christian music. After a while though, I started to realize I didn’t like some of it. It again had a sort of fake feeling, hearkening to just trying to sound popular or good enough for radio. But I would discover bands who were Christians, such as POD, and just enjoyed them. They sounded real, in my tastes. Plus, I started to discover, it’s ok to like what I like, AND, it’s ok for others to like what they like. From letting my opinions take a backseat, I’ve gotten to discover great music from other friends. Music ranging from Adele, Mumford and Sons, Nirvana, Delirious?, the Melvins, Elvis, Beethoven, Vampire Weekend...to name some...I heard from other people. But, they’re me. Over the years I learned the value of just being honest with myself, and just enjoying others being themselves.

Thanks for your time!

P.S. I finally listened to the new Vampire Weekend and it’s growing on me.

Community

I still remember the first time I watched the show “Community.”  I was in the kitchen of my old house (the only place that had internet access), eating breakfast and watching all the Thursday night NBC shows on Hulu (30 Rock and The Office).  My roommate and I decided to watch this new show that had premiered that week.  I don’t know why we watched it.  It may have been that they used a Matt and Kim song we like in the promo’s.  Regardless, we tuned in and watched the pilot of “Community.”

Now, I’ve seen enough pilots to realize that they are often rough and clunky.  Many a great show have started off with a so-so pilot.  They are often filmed months before the real show begins filming and casting changes often occur in the gap.  Despite this, “Community” from the beginning was a funny, interesting show.  However, the moment that really made me want to watch the show happened right at the end of the pilot…

I sat there cracking up at this smart, witty speech.  Oh snap Ben Affleck (although I do think he did a wonderful job with “Argo”)!  And I knew I liked this show and wanted to see more. 

In a TV climate that was always trying to emulate the most popular shows, “Community” was content to let its freak flag fly. The premise was unusual – a community college Spanish study group.  Yet, it was able to bring together such diverse characters and over the past few years has really taken time to explore how they tick.  I have loved seeing their weakness and flaws being exposed and how the community has responded.  Their moments of growth have felt surprisingly authentic and not cheesy and formulaic.  And perhaps in some of the wisest moves on behalf of the show’s writers, problems are not wrapped up by the end of the episode. 

Seriousness aside, this show is also just freaking hilarious.  The Halloween episode from season 1 is excellent, but truly, the moment when “Community” seemed to shine brightest was the paint ball episode, closing season 1: 

The writers created a loving homage to some of the most memorable action films in the last decade or so.  This is when you really saw the show start to experiment with paying tribute to various film genres (documentary, Christmas animated, etc.).  And if this wasn’t reason enough to watch the show, the cast also boasts an Oscar winner.  Jim Rash, Renaissance Man extraordinaire, won an academy award for writing the spectacular film “The Descendants”.  When he’s not busy winning Oscars, and posing like Angelina Jolie, he steals the show as the school’s Dean.   

Of course, with such an unusual show, it has always seemed to be two steps away from the NBC chopping block.  What has frustrated me to no end is the outdated ratings system that is still in place, especially as TV viewing is quickly moving from cable boxes to internet TV providers (i.e. Hulu).  Current ratings do not count these internet viewings.  Of all the people I know who watch “Community,” all of them are doing so via the internet.  So, to base a show’s success purely on Nielsen ratings seems ridiculous.  I was sure the show wouldn’t make it past this season, especially when show creator Dan Harmon was fired last year and the season start day was pushed back multiple times.  I prepared myself to say goodbye, but have been pleasantly surprised in the last month for three reasons:

-The show (Despite having a disappointing year, I’m attributing to the loss of Harmon) was picked up for another season

-Chevy Chase left the show (He was undoubtedly the biggest name on the show, but was always my least favorite character)

-Dan Harmon is back!  (Actually, this is what prompted the post for me, as news of Harmon’s return was confirmed this weekend).

This past season was a bit disappointing, but I’m hoping that with the conditions above, “Community” can re-gain its footing in season 5.  

Summer Movies

I love movies.  I grew up in a household that highly values film.  For about as long as I can remember, my family waited anxiously for The Academy Awards.  Forget the Superbowl, we had an Oscar pool, where the competition was fierce as we fought for the ultimate prize of the winner’s choice of restaurant for a future dinner.  In fall and winter I am especially excited as all the good Oscar contender films are released.  Back in the day, I used to be equally excited for the summer movie season.  However, disappointment after disappointment has taught me to be cautious and to realize that I typically desire more from my films.  This summer is no different.  Yet, there are some films I am looking forward to seeing, whether at the big theater, the dollar theater, or from Redbox.

So, in no particular order, here goes:

Iron Man 3 – Like many, I thoroughly enjoyed the first Iron Man.  Robert Downey Jr. seems born to play this hot head super hero and the movie had an engaging story.  Not Oscar worthy, but definitely an enjoyable experience.  Sadly, the second installment of this film could not live up to the hype.  Even Downey Jr. couldn’t help this exhausting film.  I am, however, looking forward to seeing the third Iron Man.  I’m not expecting it to surpass the first film, but I have read some favorable reviews. 

Before Midnight – I was a late comer to this series, only watching it for the first time a few years ago.  That being said, I’m not jumping out of my seat in excitement for this one, but am interested.  I appreciate the honest dialogue and am curious to see where these characters have ended up. 

Frances Ha – I first saw Greta Gertwig in last spring’s “Damsels in Distress.”  Ever since then, I’ve been fascinated with this actress.  This film is described as following a young woman who is a dancer, but not really a dancer, struggling to make her life work.  Bonus street cred for it being filmed in black and white. 

Fast and Furious 6 – Just kidding!

The Way, Way Back – I stumbled across this film recently.  It’s co-directed by the wonderful Jim Rash (the hilarious dean in “Community”, Oscar winning writer from “The Descendants”, and Angelina Jolie leg impersonator) and has a spectacular cast.  From watching the preview, it has a similar vibe to “Little Miss Sunshine” – a comedy that doesn’t shy away from the heart breaking moments found in real life. 

Blue Jasmine – Woody Allen has another film coming out.  While his films tend to be hit or miss, I still enjoy the director’s work.  This one will be at the very least a Redbox rental. 

Stories We Tell – I can’t remember how I first heard about this documentary, directed by Sarah Polley, but it sounds like an interesting exploration of family and story.  Polley interviews her own family as she tries to discover the truth in her family history. 

Mud – To be honest, I don’t know much about this film, but in the last week I’ve had two people mention it to me.  While Matthew McConaughey is not my favorite actor, as of late he has seemed to be picking more interesting films (at the very least, films that don’t revolve around him taking off his shirt). 

The World’s End – Being a big fan of “Shaun of the Dead” and “Hot Fuzz”, I can’t help but get excited for the next Edgar Wright offering with Simon Pegg and Nick Frost.  The basic plot involves a group of men who reconvene after years apart to attempt a pub crawl they had participated in while younger.  Of course, in true Wright fashion, the town is not all it seems.  Besides Pegg and Frost, Wright has brought together an amazing cast, including Martin Freeman, Paddy Considine, and Eddie Marsan. 

Man of Steel – I never was a huge Superman fan, but it does seem as though this film is taking a hint from Chris Nolan’s revamp of Batman (Nolan is a producer of the film).   Should be interesting. 

Now You See Me – To be honest, I have mixed thoughts on this film.  Every time I see the preview I think: This could either be really fun or really awful.  It looks like a great cast, but sadly, a great cast does not equal and great film.  I’ll definitely be waiting to read reviews on this one before I head to the theater. 

Much Ado About Nothing – I am full out excited for this movie!  I hope, hope, hope it doesn’t disappoint.  Much Ado is my favorite a) Shakespeare play, and b) play period.  I read the play about once a year and even got to see it performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company in Stratford-upon-Avon.  My secret dream is to play Beatrice one day.  Wouldn’t that be glorious?  I digress. 

I was intrigued when I heard that Joss Whedon was directing this film.  Perhaps a little confused even.  Whedon is great, but his film and TV work take place in the sci-fi adventure arena.  I wondered what he would do with this classic Shakespearean comedy.  So far, all I’ve been reading is positive and the trailer peaks my interest.  And it comes out just in time for my birthday.  Please don’t be awful!

Finally, it’s not a movie, but we’re less than a week out from the new season of Arrested Development.  Eeek!  Pull out your cut-offs and start preparing your chicken impersonation. 

Still never fails to crack me up. 

Note: So far I’ve seen The Great Gatsby (better than I thought although quite vomited on with glitter) and Star Trek (fun, but nothing spectacular).