Saturday, December 10, 2005
Friday, December 09, 2005
I have a friend I haven't seen in years. She's my cousin, kind of, but we don't think of each other that way. She's actually the daughter of my aunt's common-law husband, and she and I don't look at each other as being related. But we have been friends for a long, long time. Sort of.
See, she and I had a real thing for each other when I was 16 and she was 14. And it was really intense, too, like it always is when you're 16 and she's 14. But there was one snag: I lived in the far west suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, and she lived in the suburbs of Des Moines, Iowa. But we kept in touch occasionally on the phone, even when we decided we couldn't pursue our relationship. When she was about 19 or so we started talking a lot more, having phone sex with one another while she was at college. Then she got married and we didn't ever talk, mostly because her husband kept never telling her that I called.
Well, cut to just a year ago, and she gets in touch with me out of the clear blue. She has a seven year-old son, but she's been divorced for the same seven years. And we start talking about stuff (all kinds of stuff) once a week or so. Yeah, one time she drunk dials me and masturbates while I listen, but I don't take it real seriously. Becca was fascinated, but she also kept making "jokes" about how I was going to leave her for this girl who now lives in North Carolina. But the truth is, intellectually, emotionally, and in terms of mutual interests, I still have more in common with Becca than with any other girl. We're both geeks stuck in arrested development who like the same thing, and even though Becca says David Boreanaz is her perfect man physically (thanks, cheers, yes), I am still very, very much in love with her.
But the clincher is this. This girl is also a little bit of a geek, and we talk about our stuff. I was complaining about how I collect a series of action figures, and I had ordered the last one I needed from an online retailer and they had sent me the wrong one. When she inquired as to which series it was, I simply answered: The Muppet Show. To which she laughed her ass off. Loud, piercing, mean laughter. And this is from a woman who is such a huge fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that she became one of the many cliches to write her college thesis on "Gender Expectations and Buffy the Vampire Slayer" as though it were an original topic (swing a dead cat in a univeristy and try not to hit a person who hasn't written that same paper). And I'm meant to accept that her laughter wasn't actually incredibly hurtful? She's an Anne Rice fan, for fuck's sake, so she doesn't exactly win in the grown-up department.
Anyway, if there's one thing I can say, it's never make fun of a man's Muppet obsession. And Becca doesn't have to worry that I'm ever going to leave her for a woman who laughs at and mocks my Muppet collection. In fact, up until last week, I hadn't even spoken to the girl in about four months. Not because I'm being vindictive (though I was offended), but because I just completely lost interest in anything she had to say. That laughter was a fucking off-switch.
I thank God that Becca and I have been together for eleven years. I'm too old and too geeky to figure out new relationships...
15 random thoughts, questions, and observations for the week.
1. And the break-ups just keep on comin’, and during the holidays, too. Christina Applegate and her husband, Nicole Richie and DJ AM (that one did surprise me), and now the train wreck everyone’s been expecting, Britney Spears and Kevin Federline. The girl’s apparently in counseling just now, while Kevin’s stopped wearing his wedding ring. And supposedly she took his car back to the dealership. Gee, who’d have thought that a guy who can’t even be bothered to marry the other woman he had children with, and left her when she was eight months pregnant with the second one to marry a rich pop star instead, would turn out to be a shitty husband?
2. Jennifer Aniston is going around threatening to sue people who buy topless pictures of her taken by a paparazzo a couple of years ago. Which is funny, because those pictures have been making the rounds for years and have been posted on several websites (including this one). Honey, you’re famous for some reason, so people want to see your tits. If you don’t want anyone to see your tits, it might behoove you to not sunbathe topless on beaches, alright? I think the big anger is stemming from the fact that there are now a thousand bloggers debating whether or not her incredibly-fake-looking breasts are real or structurally enhanced. Honestly, honey, don’t you have anything else to worry about than whether a bunch of people think your boobies look fake?
3. Scarlett Johansson took a shot at Michael Bay in an interview, claiming "He has a lot of enemies." Yeah, I could tell, the guy always comes across like a fucking prick. Anyone else think he’s really the illegitimate son of Steven Spielberg? Because he claims to be the illegitimate son of a famous Hollywood director, and he looks a little Spielbergish.
4. It looks like Disney CEO Robert Iger will be leading the charge to reduce the theater-to-DVD window by himself. I’m impressed; when did Disney ever lead the charge alone in anything? Definitely doesn’t feel like something Eisner would do.
5. Sony Pictures are firing their marketing head this year, because they’ve only had one film break $100 million in 2005 (Hitch, which I still think mostly benefitted from coming out at a time when there wasn’t much out). Isn’t it a little, um, wildly unfair to hold the marketing people responsible? How about Sony Pictures making a movie that a human being would actually choose to go see? The marketing guys don’t have any control over that. Pussies.
6. Robbie Williams just won a court case against some British magazine or other that claimed he was secretly gay. Funny, I didn’t know it was supposed to be a secret. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: suing someone for calling you gay just makes you look incredibly gay. And why are people so sensitive about being gay, anyway? It’s not the worst thing someone could say about you, is it, you homophobe?
7. Charlize Theron may play the Bond girl (I’m assuming Vesper Lynd) in Casino Royale. Which is good, because I heard Jessica Simpson, and I’d hate for her to end her acting career this early. But hasn’t Theron, like, outgrown the need to play a Bond girl? I mean, she can actually act.
8. Well, the moviegoing experience is about to get more annoying. Theater chains are making a ton of money off of those pre-movie commercials, which means they’re going to start playing even more of them. Jesus, how long before we have a commercial break in films every twenty minutes or so? They claim they want us to go see more movies, and then they do this? No wonder Bob Iger wants to shorten the window of the DVD release date. I think most people, myself included, would rather just skip the theater and watch it at home. Theater owners are killing the experience, and I think Hollywood knows that; they’re much more to blame for the problem than "pirates" are. Oh, and if anyone from Pepsi is reading this, the above commercial is the most annoying thing I've ever seen. Jesus Christ. Does Pepsi really force you to lose all control over your nervous system? Yeah, cause that's how you set it up, fuckwits.
9. Even if Dave Chappelle snaps under pressure like bubble wrap in the hands of an infant, Chappelle’s Show may still return to Comedy Central. Come on, was the show really that good in the first place? I mean, it was occasionally clever, but come on.
10. Ben Affleck has a good publicist, I have to say. The dude drinks Starbuck’s every day, which has led to some kind of idiotic rumor that he and Jennifer Garner are being sponsored by Starbuck’s when they’re in public. Ben’s publicist says: "Maybe Ben likes Starbuck’s and is willing to ignore the morons who spend their life waiting to take the same photo every day of him drinking coffee." Catty, but incredibly hilarious.
11. Journalists are amazed that Peter Jackson was able to lose 70 pounds in 10 months. Why? Why is it so impressive that someone can actually lose weight when they set their mind to it and really commit to not "rewarding themselves" with cake just because they lost 3 pounds? Jesus, Americans are so lazy now that every time someone gets off the couch to go to the bathroom we want to give them a fucking medal. Jackson is also getting praise from terrorist organization PETA for using a computer-generated ape in King Kong, and are urging people to stop using chimpanzees and gorillas in films. Yes, thankfully, Peter Jackson decided to use a CGI giant gorilla instead of one of those endangered giant gorillas. Anyone else want to be honored for a non-achievement?
12. Lindsay Lohan cancelled her scheduled appearance on Live with Regis & Kelly several minutes after the show had started earlier this week, claiming she had food poisoning and couldn’t perform. Then she went on TRL and to the King Kong premiere later that night. Yeah. Okay. Does she really think that, with her second album coming out just a few days ago, this is the perfect time to start acting like a little bitch again? I mean, she’s got such a bad media presence that even my ten-year-old sister thinks Lindsay Lohan is a bitch (and yes, she did use that word). What a fucking loser. By the way, I love the reviews of Lohan’s new album, calling her "realer" than Ashlee Simpson and praising her for being so willing to let us see her bleed. Dude, first off, you’re to stop giving Ashlee Simpson shit for being so fake–it’s POP MUSIC, it’s all fake, the entire pop music industry thrives on phoniness. Think back to the first time you heard Pat Benatar sing "Hit Me with Your Best Shot" and nodded your head in agreement. Do you think that song really means anything? Of course not, it’s just a pop song, but it mattered to you at the time and it had a good hook; that’s all pop music is. It lives in the moment, and it’s over-dramatic, and it’s silly, but it’s got a good hook and is fun or comforting at some point, like ABBA music. Second, how is Lindsay Lohan so real? Ever since "Rumors," her whole persona has been "Look at me, I’m so pretty and special. No, wait, don’t look, leave me and my family alone! Waaah-waaaah!" What makes you think this new oh-so-vulnerable-and-frail Lindsay Lohan isn’t a carefully calculated image to try and make Lindsay appear more dramatic and sympathetic? Give me a fucking break here.
13. Why don’t Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie just fucking get married already? Now I have to read all of this crap about how he wants to adopt her kids, but since they aren’t married, he’s got to go through this $3000 home study so they can determine that he’s a fit parent, and he’s got all of this red tape to go through, and all this fucking paperwork. Dude, if you love Angie enough to adopt her kids, you love her enough to marry her, so just go to City Hall and take care of it so I don’t have to keep reading about this shit online, alright? I mean, hey, congratulations for wanting to take care of her children and all, but could you be a man about it and do the right thing instead of drawing all this attention to how altruistic you are? Because it looks like you’re showing off.
14. Harold Pinter, accepting his Nobel Prize, viciously attacked George W. Bush and Tony Blair, calling Blair a puppet of the American government and saying Bush should be arraigned before the International Criminal Court of Justice (even going as far as to imply that the reason Bush has yet to recognize the Court is that he could very well end up in front of it). Maybe Pinter feels he can get away with the criticism because he’s 75 years old; that’s not an attack on Pinter, that’s a lament that more important writers aren’t attacking politicians anymore. Is everyone still afraid to even criticize these people?
15. Mine and Merna’s fears have been proven: My Name Is Earl and The Office are, in fact, moving to Thursday nights. The good news, however, is that the shows are staying together. I live in the Central time zone, so Centrally speaking, Joey is going off the schedule, and Will & Grace is moving to seven. This will be followed by the new show Four Kings (from the creators of Will & Grace, yet another fucking show about opposites! Oh, so very cute! Losers), and then My Name Is Earl and The Office will be on from eight to nine. I guess this doesn’t really hurt me a lot; I don’t watch anything on Thursdays, and those two shows were the only things I watched on Tuesday. At least they aren’t up against Lost... pity those poor three or four people who watch Bones.
In a perfect world, I would know a lot more women like Baby Firefly, played so wonderfully by Sheri Moon Zombie in House of 1000 Corpses and The Devil's Rejects: wild, sexy, and willing to do anything for a thrill. Without the murderous tendencies would be nice, but you takes what you can gets. I totally hated shrill, bouncy blondes in high school, but now I love them. Why the fuck is that?
It's no secret that guys do look at teenage girls, alright? But that's not what this post is actually about. I was checking out some pictures from the Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire photoshoot the other day, and under this picture, somebody had made the following comment: "Emma Watson needs to get out of my dreams; she's only fifteen years old. I mean, she does look like a young woman now. So much so that frankly I'd push my wife in front of a bus if Emma Watson asked me to." Hysterical!
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
A review of the films I've seen this past week.
FLESH GORDON (1972)
At nearly 30, I figured it was time I saw this X-rated classic. And you know what? It's actually really funny, and it apes the old Flash Gordon serials pretty exactly. It's also a great homage to Ray Harryhausen movies, Things to Come, Edgar Rice Burroughs's John Carter novels, and really cheesey science fiction movies from the early thirties. And to be totally blasphemous, the special effects (including penis monsters, dildo-shaped spaceships, an hilarious giant monster with a smooth pimp's voice, and pasties that shoot laser beams) aren't really that much different from the first Star Wars movie. Why else do you think George Lucas cravenly went back and put in all those new special effects? They didn't really look that much better than the special effects movies of the time (as Lucasfilm and ILM have always maintained), there were just more of them than anyone had put in a single movie for many years. Hell, 2001: A Space Odyssey had more realistic effects than Star Wars, and that was a decade earlier! But enough Star Wars bashing (I know, I know, there's always room for Star Wars bashing) and onto the sex movie. Anyway, this movie was hilarious and enjoyable, with some very funny performances. Cindy Hopkins and Mycle Brandy are appropriately sexy and beautiful, and Joseph Hudgins, playing Dr. Flexi Jerkoff, may have the funniest line in the movie (his matter-of-fact reading on "Holy shit, Flesh, they're dykes!" is priceless). As Flesh, Jason Williams sure looks good naked. I see why they cast him; there are certain moments when he flexes and twists during fight scenes where he looks exactly like the hero in a Frazetta painting. William Hunt's take on Emperor Wang the Perverted must be seen to be believed, and Lance Larsen's laid back performance as Prince Precious is hilarious, and weirdly reminds me a lot of Kevin Smith, boy director. Oddly enough, this really doesn't feel that much more sexual than the 1980 Flash Gordon... See it, enjoy it, laugh your ass off. **** stars, I don't care if it's a novelty spoof.
FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX (2004)
Poor Dennis Quaid. I love the guy, I really do. I mean, when I was a kid he became a genre movie legend, making genre B-movie after genre B-movie: Caveman, Jaws 3, Enemy Mine, Dreamscape, Innerspace, to name a few. I always liked him in those kind of movies, despite how bad they are. In fact, with only a couple of exceptions -- The Long Riders, The Right Stuff, The Big Easy, Great Balls of Fire, Come See the Paradise, and Savior -- he has a history of starring in really mediocre movies (Dragonheart, Frequency) or being really great in terrible crap (Any Given Sunday, Wyatt Earp). Well, this is another movie I like him in, but the whole thing feels like an afterthought. It's got a decent supporting cast: Miranda Otto, Giovanni Ribisi, Tony Curran, Hugh Laurie, hell, I even liked Tyrese Gibson in it. But it's not exciting, it doesn't pull you into it; the whole thing has a real "who cares?" feel to it. So, I don't know, **1/2 stars. Here's hoping Dennis Quiad finally lands a really good movie again.
Mother of God! What a mess! Like everything else, it makes a 98-minute point in about 131. There are good side characters (like the alcoholic former singer played by Cloris Leachman) who aren't focused on enough. And not much really happens, as though James L. Brooks (whose talented is respected far out of proportion to its worth; trust me, take another look at Terms of Endearment and tell me it isn't soap opera crap) couldn't really decide which story in this film was the main story. And someone has got to write a book on how narration should be used. Ostensibly, the film is about the lumiously wonderful Paz Vega (yet another foreign star put in a shitty American movie; see Sex and Lucia or Talk to Her or The Other Side of the Bed for a better idea) and her daughter. So, her daughter narrates the film as, presumably, an eighteen year-old--the movie is narrated as though it is a college application essay. First of all, the narration is too clean (it's done by Chicago's own Aimee Garcia, who used a Mexican accent in Cadet Kelly and also appeared in D.E.B.S.). Aimee Garcia may be 27, but her voice is crisp and clean and she sounds much older. It also sounds too precious and, god help me, life-affirming. None of Paz Vega's Spanish dialogue is subtitled, so the entire ending, which takes place between Paz Vega and her daughter, has to be fed to us through narration that breaks up the entire scene and makes it restless and fidgety when it should be calming down. Plus, because Americans like everything explained and American filmmakers love to explain everything, the entire scene is really superfluous to the movie, summing up when the movie has really already ended. The focus is scattered all over the place, too, and if this movie is supposed to be the little girl's memory, then we're seeing things she couldn't possibly know about, much less have witnessed. Which calls the reliability of the narrator into question, except Brooks isn't really clever enough to pull that off, either. Adam Sandler's performance is actually okay, but Tea Leoni is just a TV actress who got lucky and is totally forgettable. So, all in all, a waste of time, even if you love Paz Vega (which I do). *1/2 stars.
Monday, December 05, 2005
We come to it at last: this is the year that Walt Disney changed the face of animation by releasing the first animated feature film, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Feeling that the short cartoons were basically filler that could be shuffled around on any bill, Disney took the next step and diversified his business by changing the playing field: he ended up proving that people will sit and watch nearly 90 minutes of animation (something once unthinkable). Of course, the releasing of the shorts did continue, and they continued to bring in money. By this point, Walt had managed to work out a lucrative production deal with RKO Radio Pictures that was the best the company had ever seen. RKO not only paid for the shorts, but once it recouped its initial investment, they only took 30% of the gross as a distribution fee (United Artists had taken more). RKO also allowed Disney to keep the control of the television rights, which was remarkably prescient for 1937 (other studios were happily signing those rights away for cash, thinking they would come to nothing).
For their own part, the animators seemed happy to work around the clock as they raced to finish production on Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs in time for its December release. Disney was very hands on, and no one's ever seemed to feel resentful about it; indeed, the story seems to be that they liked his presence and he held the entire production together with an excellent sense of story (not just on Snow White, but on everything). The artists were also attending art classes and lectures about design from such luminaries as Alexander Woolcott and Frank Lloyd Wright. Disney hired filmmakers to shoot film of animals in the wild so that his men could study movement and natural behavior. And Ub Iwerks had returned to the fold, and would help to create an important new engineering marvel: the multi-plane camera. This device (which Ub had created out of car engine parts while working at his own studio), once perfected, would allow for greater depth in animation than ever before. Backgrounds, characters, and effects could be placed on multiple planes, then shot at once with the camera for amazing spatial effects. Many credit this machine with the success of Snow White; audiences literally felt as though they had entered a fantasy kingdom.
But first, several other cartoons had to be released.
1/2: The Worm Turns
Mickey Mouse invents a formula that gives things courage and superior strength, then tests it out on a fly, a mouse, a cat, Pluto, and a fire hydrant. Mickey once again delights in his own bastardy, but the cartoon could easily stand to be a lot more fun. The energy and the chase scenes are yet another Disney cartoon that seem to have influenced Tom and Jerry (as last year's The Country Cousin and Three Blind Mouseketeers). The cartoon is mostly an excuse to experiment with the effects animation that will be used during the Queen's transformation sequence in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
1/9: Don Donald
The first cartoon in the Donald Duck series, making Donald (who had become very popular very quickly) the star of Disney's third cartoon series. Donald plays a Don Juan type (this cartoon is very similar to the second Mickey Mouse cartoon, The Gallopin' Gaucho) and tries to woo Dona Duck, marking this as the first appearance of Daisy. In this first outing, Clarence Nash does both voices, so that Donald and Dona sound exactly alike, which gets a tiny bit irritating. You have to feel sorry for Donald's burro--Donald trades him for a flashy car! A nice cartoon in which the animators get to explore the romantic side of the duck.
2/6: Magician Mickey
Dave Hand directed this enjoyable short with Mickey in his classic bratty mode. While performing a magic show (it must be said that the animators skimp on the background detail here), Mickey has to endure the heckling of Donald, and gets his revenge through a variety of magic means. Goofy appears (and is electrocuted backstage), and it seems as though "The World Owes Me a Living" has become his official theme song. Mickey had gotten bland around mid-1935, but here he's a right prick again, fucking with Donald just because he can (dousing him with water and making him spit out playing cards). Donald, as always, gets his comeuppance over and over again. At this point, by the way, Mickey's character design is starting to get to me; his eyes look creepy when they move...
2/20: Moose Hunters
My favorite Mickey Mouse cartoons tend to be the ones where Mickey, Donald, and Goofy get together and attempt to work some endeavor, only to screw the whole thing up in an amusing and exciting fashion. This one, directed by Ben Sharpsteen, is one of my least favorite examples, but it's stil cute. They spend too much time with Goofy and Donald dressed as a female moose, a gag that grows less funny the more it goes on. Mickey barely appears, too.
2/13: Woodland Cafe
A Silly Symphonies short that shows a distinctly Fleischeresque flavor. Nothing really happens--just a bunch of insects hanging out at a jazz club in a tree. It kind of falls between some kind of homage/remake of the Winsor McCay 1920 cartoon Bug Vaudeville (one of the three in the series based on his comic strip Dreams of the Rarebit Fiend) and a weird prefiguring of Jiminy Cricket in Pinocchio (a little man with no insect features and a pointy, round head) and the Fleischer insects in the 1941 film Hoppity Goes to Town. I thought the black caricatured jazz band was well-animated, but the cartoon ends too quickly after they arrive on the scene. Overall, pretty dull.
4/17: Mickey's Amateurs
A mess, but not for lack of trying; in fact, the animators kind of throw everything at the screen in this one. Mickey hosts an amateur hour (presaging The Gong Show by forty or so years), and many characters try to sing, etc. Donald Duck tries to recite "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," but can't make his way through it (he tries several times). Clara Cluck and Clarabelle Cow perform an aria together; suddenly, Clarabelle has a disconcertingly enormous rack, while Clara Cluck's chest keeps rising and falling with her singing. Then Goofy and his 15-piece band machine try to make it through "We'll Have a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight," but the machine goes haywire. Finally, since they won't listen to him, Donald actually takes out a Tommy gun and starts blasting away at the audience! Weird, but still tedious.
5/15: Little Hiawatha
Dave Hand directed this wonderful Silly Symphony, one of the best short cartoons Disney put out this year. Loosely based on the Longfellow poem, a young Indian brave heads out to hunt, but is constantly surprised by how large all of his quarry is. Hiawatha is pictured as a small child, and there are occasions where the cartoon does get annoying precious (the kid's leggings keep falling down, exposing his butt to the audience in yet another display of Walt's anal fixation), but overall, it creates a nice effect and mood and keeps it going. Walt had toyed with the idea of making Hiawatha a feature-length movie, but it never gelled for him, so he approved it as a short instead. And it is one of the nicer ones.
5/29: Modern Inventions
Donald Duck visits a modern museum and gets harrassed by a robot hitchhiker, an automatic baby cradle, and a barber machine that parts his fanny and shines his face (again, the anal thing). The cartoon is remarkably funny, with some great visual gags. This is the last time Donald uses that great gag of pulling things out of thin air (a la the recorders up his sleeve in The Band Concert). This time, after the robot butler (a hilariously designed character) take his hat, he pulls out a new one and puts it on. This happens over and over again with several different styles of hat, and it's the funniest gag in the picture. Three animation greats closely tied to the duck are present here: it was directed by Jack King, animated by Jack Hannah, and written by the great Carl Barks, who would take over the Donald Duck comics and create several memorable characters who I can't imagine Donald's world without (such as the Baker Boys; Huey, Dewey, and Louie; Gyro Gearloose; the city of Duckburg; and of course, Uncle Scrooge McDuck). Barks suggested the sequence with the barber machine, and was immediately promoted to head scriptwriter for the series. This is a great cartoon.
7: A Trip Through the Walt Disney Studios
This was the first live action footage produced by the studio. Not intended for commercial release (though a later, edited version was), this 12 minute film was shot by Bill Garity to show off the animation process for RKO Radio Pictures, who were trying to come up with a way to sell Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to theaters and audiences. This is the earliest glimpse anyone had of the Disney process, and many luminaries appear on camera, including Norm Ferguson, Dave Hand, Wilfred Jackson, and Disney himself. Walt wears a very nice suit; though he says on camera that the film was "hurriedly thrown together," he has obviously made every effort to "pretty up" the place, looking as professional and business-like as possible. It's also some of the only film available of the old Hyperion studios, which Disney would move out of in 1940 for a specially-built facility. It's a nice piece of history, especially for Disney fans, but even for those who are simply interested in the process. It's available on Walt Disney Treasures: Behind the Scenes, where Leonard Maltin aptly refers to it as a blueprint for the later Disneyland TV series.
9/24: Hawaiian Holiday
I don't know, I still miss Horace Horsecollar; he was just so amiable. This is the first time that Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Goofy, and Pluto have ever gotten together and gone on vacation as a group; none of the other characters appear at all. It's light and amusing, at times even a little slow, but nice overall. Once again, all of nature seems to exist to give Pluto a hard time; the sequence where a crab gets the best of him is the funniest part of the cartoon.
10/15: Clock Cleaners
One of the best of the Mickey/Donald/Goofy shorts, with the trio trying their best to clean an enormous clock at the top of a tower. Great use of perspective here, great details inside the tower. Goofy gets banged in the head, while Mickey tries to deal with a lazy stork and Donald breaks and tries to fix the mainspring with typically frustrating results. Ben Sharpsteen directed this short, which makes the most out of the somewhat minimal surroundings and the fearsome heights.
11/5: The Old Mill
Disney unveiled his multi-plane camera with this Wilfred Jackson-directed Silly Symphonies cartoon. There is no plot to speak of, really, but the music and the excitement carry this one. Disney's animators try to achieve a naturalism and realism of movement and nature that mostly works (the frogs are still pretty cartoonishly stylized, and every animal seems emotionally aware in a human sort of way). The multi-plane effect allows for several layers of background and foreground, and the effects animation is top notch. All that happens is this: animals live in an old mill, a storm comes and nearly destroys it, and a nesting bird is terrorized by the moving gears as she tries to protect her eggs. But the animation, the editing; everything's wonderful. This cartoon also won a special Academy Award for technical achievement. Most of the techniques seen here (especially the multi-plane and the lightning effects) would be of major importance to Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, as well as to Fantasia, Pinocchio, and Bambi. I absolutely love this film.
11/26: Pluto's Quin-Puplets
Pluto and Fifi (Minnie's annoyingly mean Pekingese) apparently have five little puppies now (never to appear again), and they get in all sorts of trouble. It's cute and the dogs are amazingly adorable, but the energy wanes too early. Despite the fact that it really is very well-animated and technically brilliant, the story is more noticeable because it's the first cartoon in the Pluto series. Not only was Disney now at four separate series, he was also getting into features; it's amazing he had any money at all. And, really, he didn't...
12/10: Donald's Ostrich
Messrs. King, Hannah, and Barks bring us a short that has potential, but gets old pretty quickly. Donald is a baggage handler at a train station, and finds a crate with an ostrich in it. The ostrich swallows a radio and a bunch of other stuff. Remember how boring those Looney Tunes were where Sylvester thought the boxing kangaroo was a giant rat? It's not quite that bad, but it's pretty boring.
12/21: SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARFS
Disney’s first feature film is a triumph. The wonder is all in the details; the long sequences that play like Silly Symphonies of their own within the film, such as the house-cleaning and the dwarfs sleeping, are wonderful because they never bore. This may be the only feature that feels like the animators were truly enjoying themselves, experimenting with the boundaries of the medium just for the sheer fun of it. The effects animation and the multi-plane camera (created during production) superbly create a fully engrossing experience, realizing another world before our eyes that exists so believably that it is never once questioned by the mind. The use of cross-cutting, the depth of the camera, the simple emotional impact of the story…the emotions are on a deeper level. There are no scares; there is terror. There is no sadness, but sorrow. There is no happiness, but joy. All in all, it's a marvelous achievement, and one which continues to be delightful and engrossing. The simple beauty of Snow White, the hilarity of the dwarfs, the warmth of the songs, the evil of the Queen, the final chase scenes, and the triumph of true love. What else do you need? A towering masterpiece.
(For more on the making of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, see separate entry here.)
12/24: Lonesome Ghosts
Mickey, Donald, and Goofy run a ghost-catching agency, and three lonely spooks call them over to have the fun of chasing them around. One of the best of the Mickey/Donald/Goofy shorts, and a perennial Halloween favorite. A special kind of ink had to be invented in order to make the ghosts look transparent; I always felt like the design of the ghosts (especially the cigar-smoking one) influences the other ghosts in the Casper the Friendly Ghost cartoons. Goofy is the first person of film to utter the line "I ain't a-scared of no ghosts." Coincidence, or homage? Either way, this is a funny cartoon.
The end of 1937 saw Walt Disney triumph over those who had criticized his aims for the last couple of years, and established him as a major Hollywood producer. With the money from Snow White, Walt could have made more features and more cartoons and done extremely well with just that. But Walt always sought to aim higher, and he immeditely put another feature, Bambi, into production. Besides that, he and Leopold Stokowski had been talking about a Silly Symphony or some kind of cartoon that would star Mickey Mouse. And Walt wanted to build a newer, state-of-the-art studio. The money wouldn't last long, but with the high quality of the artistry available to him, his ambitions were boundless.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Does anyone have any information they want to share about the Sony XCP copy protection program that they placed on a TON of their commercial compact discs? Because I think it's slowly ruining my computer. My D: and E: drives are shot right now; the hardware is still there, and the computer itself is reading the existence of both drives, but Windows isn't. I've called tech support about this before (it happened last week but was easily fixed by removing the corrupted files and rebooting the computer). I think the damage is worse because the same method didn't work this time, and my tech support is now telling me that most likely I'll have to replace my operating system entirely. Which I'd really like not to do, because I have a lot of stuff on this computer.
Earlier this year, Sony placed a copy protection program on a lot of CDs so that, when you put it in your computer, it launched its own player. I'm not clear on what the problem is, but it's fucking up the PCs of a lot of people. Worse yet, the sneaky bastards masked the program, so no one can find it to uninstall the damn thing. Because Sony considers pirating CDs worse than murder, rape, and terrorism, there are people putting up with the constant attempts of their anti-spyware programs to block a program it can't even find. Sony is apparently working on a program to uninstall the device and just recalled a ton of CDs, and if this uninstall doesn't work, I have to take as much off of my computer as I can and start from scratch.
So, thanks, Sony, for destroying years of my work. Because you couldn't bear to think that someone might copy on of your CDs.
Which, of course, means that I'm no longer buying Sony products, because I no longer trust them. When I have a CD-RW drive that I can actually use again, if Sony puts out any CDs I want, it'll be iTunes that gets my business. I have a Pioneer DVD player, a Samsung VCR, a Panasonic TV, and a Sharp stereo. Anything made by Sony is leaving this house.
I hope there are other people that are as pissed off and angry as I am. And I hope Sony thinks it was worth it to stop people from taking a song and putting it on an iPod.