You know what I loved? The Muppet Babies. Look at them. They totally look like my children. I’m so happy I got to watch that show. I forget when it was on but I’m pretty sure I was well past the target audience age.
Archive for August, 2013
You know, there was a Garnier haircolor commercial starring Tina Fey on the other day, and I was into it. Her hair looked good, she is a celeb I “trust,” and it inspired to buy the product. (Husband said “If Tina Fey likes it, Tina Lee is going to looooove it,” which makes me laugh when I am alone.) Somehow, she has gone Hollywood without losing her image as a real person. Is it because of Brownie Husband? You kind of have to give it up to someone willing to do that.
The same cannot be said of Steve Carrell, Kristin Wiig, and Isla Fischer, performers who were so unique and striking in their first forays out in public. They are vicims of H.R.S. (Hollywood Robot Syndrome). Seriously, look them. They are holograms now, better and more polished looking, better skin, hip hair cuts, fancy clothes (though to be fair, Isla Fischer was always good-looking), and completely devoid of personality in their performances. It makes me said, but they are ROBOTS. Isla Fisher — so excellent in Wedding Crashers, so forgettable in The Great Gatsby. Steve Carrell, a genius of The 40-Year-Old Virgin…and then there was Bruce Almighty or some cartoon sequel.
…and then, how did Paul Rudd or Tina Fey, who have a kajillion Hollywood, mainstream pics out that don’t seem to diminish their personalities (or projection thererof.) How did they do it?
(Though, maybe, should I give Kirsten Wiig a second chance based on the photo below? I do like this photo. Her hand reminds me of Wonder Twin Girl’s hand.)
Unless you have a little one, there’s no reason for you to tune into “Yo Gabba Gabba,” so for god’s sake, don’t, if you don’t need to. BUT if you’re bored, google DJ Lance Rock. He’s an indie musician who made it big hosting this kid’s show and I think he is amazing. He is just consistently amazing. His small, his warmth, his gangly dance moves, his entire look. That is commitment. Look at this video he did for the Coachella Music Festival. I’d like to make a video like that…Nancy?
Now here’s a book on happiness I can take seriously. It’s written by a russian psych research professor who used to summer at chernobyl as a child. These are hard-earned lessons! That’s someone I can take seriously – not someone who was bummed out by being a clerk for the Supreme Court, decided to write, and boom, got published. Very interesting takeaways:
· Times when traumas happen can sometimes actually a happier period of your life, than daily annoyances. (This is in part because you surround yourself with a stronger network during rough times.)
· Take risks. Regret makes people unhappy, but they forget failures.
· Do big things, then little things. (There’s some anecdote about a professor asking students to film up a jar till it’s full. They add big rocks, gravel, then finally sand and he asks them what they think the lesson is. I’m not sure what the point is, but I’m taking it as eat dessert first. Thoughts? I do little things all the time — dishes, etc.)
· Build a reservoir of happy memories you can replay.
· Delay gratification with purchases. Small purchases make you happier than the mondo ones.
· Work on projects of personal relevannce and finish them (that actually motivates me to finish my dumb book.)
You know, I have gotten comments on how how half-white, half-Asian kids are so stunning, but it hasn’t really ever occurred to me to really think about it. Maybe I’m too focused on just trying to not pass out. But this article gave me food for thought. I was glad to have read it, in case it starts to creep me out later.
You know, people make fun of her because she’s always hitting a model pose very hard, but I think she’s just deeply in character. She is still playing Posh Spice. Like, it never ends. She stands apart from the rest of the Spice Girls back in their hey dey, but she is always standing apart from everyone. Posh. Take a look.
I enjoyed the spectacle and was willing to give the conceit a chance. The theme is love/connection knows no boundaries — race (the biggest hurdle for critics and critical people like me), age, time, gender. It is a very simplistic idea, really, almost naive in the way they tell it. I enjoyed the book — until I got to the conclusion. I can’t explain it, but the way the writer reaches it feels so disappointingly juvenile — disappointing because there are so multiple story lines and characters to track that were extremely absorbing that the end felt shallow. When I got to the end, I was like, really? This is the pay-off? It was like being offered a bag of apple slices when what I really wanted was a disturbingly gigantic chocolate bunny.
The controversial device in the film is they chose to make up actors as different races. A lot of press was written in particular about how non-Asians were made to look Asian — basically, with smaller eyes. They do have Asian actors in the film, including Doona Bae as one of the leads, but all the other actors perform with what looks like an extra layer of play-doh around their eyes, the effect of which elicits a big “huh?” African-American actors also get the playdoh-eye treatment, but wisely, the filmmakers left their skin tone alone, allowing them a shred of dignity in an otherwise ridiculous effect. For some reason, although he’s playing a Korean corrupt restaurant manager, Hugh Grant was inexplicably made to look like a Klingon. What I really noticed is when they dressed up Doona Bae and Halle Berry as white ladies in other stories — they looked so unnatural to me, particularly the way their noses sat in its new caucasian landscapes. Perhaps instead of focusing on eyes so much, maybe the makeup artists should have focused on the schnozes? No idea if that would have helped.
It is entertaining to try to figure out what roles actors are playing in each story line. With some characters, I absolutely couldn’t figure out who it was. It is really fun to see Tom Hanks do a horrible cockney accent as a thug in club wear straight from Staten Island. Jim Sturgess as a rabid soccer fan of Scottish descent is awesome!
So was it racist? I didn’t think so. Stupid, yes. Racist, no. Casting directors always wave their hands out helplessly when encountered with all-white casts and talk about how race doesn’t matter (Not all whites are racially insensitive, however, when someone says race doesn’t matter, that person is usually white.) The argument goes race doesn’t matter in casting since anyone can connect to the truth of the character — I would buy that, if it casting went both ways, meaning you threw parts at nonwhites to play parts that would typically go to whites. In this film, that happens. In particular, Doona Bae gets dressed up as a white lady in the early 19th century, a Latino lady 1970s San Francisco, and some other weird race conglomeration, it did not offend me.
Here’s where the filmmakers are stupid — there is something about film that requires the presentation of the story to be absolutely literal. In theater, you can convey things with behavior, modulated voice that help the audience suspend disbelief and use their own imagination to transform what they are seeing in front of them. That doesn’t happen with film — you need that stuff all spelled out, man. So..these experienced filmmakers? That was kind of a dumb move, man.
But there is something about film that requires the presentation of people to be very literal. In theater, you can kind of name a given and the audience will go with it. But in film, whatever, this approach was amazingly unsuccessful in most of the cases. Because the thing about race — yes, you can definitely connect with people who are not your race or appreciate, but different races kind of look different from each other. How do you deal with that on film? How about…not make actors look like a race they’re not? Just saying.
My lack of being offended though is greatly influenced because I know one of the filmmakers recently came out as transgender and went through a sex change, but stayed with the same partner through each change. I give the story a break because of one of the story tellers has personal experience of love transcending boundaries. I can see the appeal of the material from that perspective.
The only other thing I want to say is that Doona Bae’s main character is a synthetic human who grows a consciousness, but prior to that moment, drinks a product they call “soap” every night and sleeps. There’s a close-up of her drinking her soap box, and it said “beeee-neeeewwww,” which means soap in Korean. I was thrilled that I could call upon my caveman-level of Korean comprehension to translate something correctly. Ha!