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Chicago: Shedd Aquarium, Millennium Park

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

This was my first full day in Chicago. I’m here with my sister, after spending a week hanging out in her hometown of La Crosse, Wisconsin. That was nice, too, but less eventful.

We went to the Shedd Aquarium, which is huge! Amazon, Caribbean, coral reefs, local lake life, and rivers and lake section. And a brand-new auditorium/whale area, featuring a show called Fantasea, which is a narrative about a group of sea spirits that take a young girl on an adventure to meet a sea lion, beluga whales, penguins, a red-tailed hawk, and dolphins.

Fantasea was so terrible, it made me sad. I understand that some people will tune out a straight lecture on sea life, but this is going all the way in the other direction of all flash and no content. We waste so much time waiting for the sea sprites to finish making sweeping arm gestures when we could, for example, be learning the NAMES OF THE ANIMALS. Which we never do. Who were those belugas? What are they like in the wild, and what are these individuals like in person? We never learn. They are depersonalized and made into props. The music is so loud that I’m worried for the nervous little penguins, who eventually have to be hauled offstage one by one. At one point, one of the penguins is left there, in front of the audience, without supervision– or protection. It’s horrible.

I would say, overall, the Shedd is a very beautiful facility, but they really need to step up on their interpretation. They have these computer touch screens to identify the fish, but you need to click onto several screens before you’ve seen them all, and then click through again to find out any information about them, which turns out to be very thin. Disappointing.

After that, I walked off my heavy heart and ended up at Millennium Park, which is a public art park. There’s also a very nice garden in it, plus a Frank Gehry-designed amphitheatre. But the focus is Cloud Gate, AKA The Bean. It’s a big, shiny piece, and people are drawn to it like magnets. They walk up to it, touch it, take photos of themselves. It reflects also the city behind it, and the park on the other side. It’s exactly what public art is supposed to do: attract visitors, provide a focal point for the city and showcase the city, and allow people to engage with it on a personal level. It’s such a simple thing, but I could stay there for hours.

I’ll post photos once I get home. But The Bean and the other artworks really cheered me up.

Happy-Go-Lucky

Sunday, July 19th, 2009

Mike Leigh is supposed to be one of those serious filmmakers, and I know I’ve seen a couple of his films but I can’t for the life of me remember a single one. What was it I saw? Secrets and Lies? Isn’t that a Bergman film?

Anyhow, I found the trailer for Happy-Go-Lucky to be incredibly grating. Oh god, another free-spirited kook who teaches us all that we should be positive! Happy! Whee! And her dumb outfits. But the reviews were good, so I decided to put it on my list. I should’ve gone with my instincts!

Now, I’m as much for being happy when you can. And I’m a quirky free spirit; sure, I can admit that. I freelance, for christssakes! I have not one, but TWO dogs! I have no real life plans! Who does that? Only crazy ladies. But this Poppy character isn’t quirky. She’s manic and delusional! You know this because at the bookstore she looks at a book, a title called Understanding Reality or something like that, and she says, “Ooh, no thank you.” And she spends a great deal of time cocking her head and giggling and basically acting like a confused bird. Bird in the actual sense, not in the charming cockney sense. ANNOYING!

Is it a territorial thing? Can two manic pixie dream girls not occupy the same space? Well, I’m NOT one. So shut up. But real happiness isn’t about being a kook.  Life IS misery. You get hurt, bad things happen to good people, and even if things are going well, you know that someday you will die. I think that ignoring those facts is stupid. After all, isn’t happiness even better knowing that it’s in spite of all that?  I’ve been so depressed I’ve wanted to die. My heart has been broken on several occasions. I read the news every day. I know how bad it gets. But I don’t want to erase that reality. How can you learn compassion if you ignore suffering?

I don’t want to see a movie about a woman who flits through life wanting people to be happy but is unable to do more than giggle and joke. Poppy doesn’t get below the surface until her racist driving teacher loses his shit. Yeah, Poppy– some people are f’ed up and unhappy and have deep, f’ed up feelings. It’s not like you tried to get to know the guy, or asked him any questions about why he feels the way he feels. How about yours? I don’t get the sense that her feelings are terribly deep. She’s not happy; she’s oblivious.

Also: the way she talks– unbearable!