Archive for January, 2007

Kurosawa + Fame

Tuesday, January 30th, 2007

= questionable results.

Last night, I caught the last 40 minutes of Fame, which plays on MuchMoreMusic every day. It was an episode where a creepy teacher may or may not have a) made a pass at his student, and b) shoved her boyfriend off the stage.

Then, Miss Sherwood and the bald teacher and one of the curly mullet dudes (who is not Bruno) discuss the events outside of a theatre proclaiming itself the site of the Akira Kurosawa Film Festival. It is pouring rain.

It’s Rashomon, with musical theatre numbers. And, er, yeah. Sure.

On the other hand, I can’t imagine too many TV shows these days that would refer to art film classics these days. Ken Finkelman did it with The Newsroom (Fellini’s 81/2), but that’s an obscure TV show– and obscure Canadian TV show, at that.

Clever, yet kind of crappy. Thanks, Fame!

One of these could be our puppy!

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

We’ve been talking about getting a dog for some time, but recently it’s become closer to reality. I’ve been talking to breeders, and one has a couple of available puppies– maybe one for us!black boy.jpgbrindle boy.jpg

Festival of Animated Objects

Sunday, January 21st, 2007

So at the last minute, we decided to go to Calgary for the Festival of Animated Objects, AKA Trevor Anderson’s Puppet Festival.

This meant another couple of days at the Palliser, with those delicious bedsheets. But it got even better.

On Friday night, there was the opening night party at Victoria’s with Kara Keith and Chad Van Gaalen, two of the funnest interviews I have ever had since I started doing the What’s On thingy. It went pretty late, but gossiping with Skye Perry made it totally worth it. I almost won the Ronnie Burkett bunny puppet too– or rather, I almost convinced the festival to JUST GIVE ME THE BUNNY when no one had the winning ticket. But then someone came to claim it, and my argument failed. A fun party, then swoop! Like a royal chariot, Vanessa and Frankie (Trevor’s roommates) gave me a ride home.

Saturday started off with a brunch with Darcy, then an attempt at thrift shopping where I bought a copy of Dance Mix 94 and a card game called “The Ungame for Singles,” featuring questions like, “Tell me about a time when you felt most alone.” Fun. Fun. Yay. Darcy found the Calgary Flames video where they sing that song, and bought it only because we bullied him into it. Paul got a nerd book.

Then, we attended the Found Footage Film Festival, which I must recommend. Lots of absurdities, particularly in the Fitness Video segment. Then, at the end of the program, the two guys presenting it asked the audience to let them know about any videos that they might include in future programs, asking specifically about that Flames video. Which Darcy just bought that afternoon!

Then we got a phone call from Trevor, who very excitedly announced that Adriennce Clarkson and John Ralston Saul had requested tickets to his show, Get Off The Cross, Mary! Well, of course we had to get our hair done for that. A quick walk to the mall and we finally looked presentable.

But the former vice-regal and consort never showed up, as if to spite our new coifs. But it didn’t matter. As we were heading out for the theatre, we ran into Trevor, who offered us a ride– with the Chiodo Brothers, makers of Team America: World Police, the stop-action parts in Elf, and Gremlins! They are super-nice, and they even sat with us during the show. Paul got them talking about the internet, I cracked some jokes– with the guys who made the mogwai in Gremlins!

The brothers had their talk that night, so we piled into the van again and hung out with Stephen Chiodo beforehand. Here’s a guy who has so many stories, all of them really funny and interesting. The talk was casual and fun, and then they let us touch the puppets.

Back to the hotel, some late-night room service and Running With Scissors on pay-per-view. And this morning, we ran into Annie Dugan and John Ullyatt, from Get off the Cross, and had a fun brunch with them before heading home. Fun! Fun! Yay!

A dream

Wednesday, January 17th, 2007

I had a dream last night that I died. But I was there, helping to hammer nails into my own coffin to bury my body along with the rest of my family, also dead but also not.

“We should’ve taken pictures of ourselves with our corpses,” I said.

Andrea House and friends

Tuesday, January 16th, 2007

And she has so many of them, and all so fun and talented!

She had a fundraiser for her Nicaragua trip on Saturday, and so we went. And since this is a fundraiser, I was deslighted to be recruited as the box office ticket girl. I love working a box office. Or selling newspapers. Really, I should have a magazine stand. “Get yer Edmonton Journals heeah!”

Anyhow, the show was great. Music (by Paul, Terry Morrison and John Gorham), circus things (by three very supple young aerialists), spoken word by the awesome Laura Crawford, a funny play about Ikea by David Belke, and Andrea herself (her new songs are SOOO good).

Friends also supplied some tasty snacks, including cupcakes and other sweets made by Andrea’s sister in law, Julia. Seriously, the cupcakes were out of this world. And she made the best peanut butter cookies I have ever eaten. She can be contacted at thecupcakerie@shaw.ca, should you ever need such things.

Beowulf and Grendel

Tuesday, January 16th, 2007

It’s a retelling of the old legend, but a strange one. For one, the mishmash of accents– Scottish Gerard Butler (who has been in things as excellent as Dear Frankie and as awful as Dracula 2000) is Beowulf, Sarah Polley is the witch Selma, and Stellan Skarsgard is Hrothgar. At least they don’t all try and fake something, though. That would be worse– hello, The Departed!

The monster Grendel has been transformed into a troll (with the cutest Ugg boots ever!), and they make a much bigger deal about how the Danes had wronged him than the epic poem ever did, though it has been years since I read it. In any case, there’s a 21st century sensibility about it– it’s more about the folly of the Danes, who fail to see that it’s their own actions have brought on the bloodshed. Like Iraq, you know. It’s a little touchy feely, and so lacks the heroic oomph of the original, but who can blame them?

It’s dreamy to look at, though. Iceland! It looks like the beginning of Matthew Barney’s Cremaster 3. And the cute little Icelandic horses (they take offense at being called ponies, though they are all very small). The actors’ feet hang well below their bellies.

And it’s directed by the Icelandic-Canadian, Sturla Gunnarsson, who did the TV version of The Diary of Evelyn Lau and the adaptation of my former editor’s book, 100 Days in the Jungle. It’s not authentic, but it is kind of bonkers.

Movie mini-reviews

Sunday, January 14th, 2007

I’ve seen a bunch of things lately, but have been lazy. So here goes:

The Departed: Leo DiCaprio and Matt Damon are pretty good, but you know who rules? Marky Mark.

Volver: Oh Penelope Cruz! You are like a baby Sophia Loren.

Children of Men: Gorgeous. And creepy! From the director of Y Tu Mama Tambien and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

Gong Li

Tuesday, January 9th, 2007

There’s usually room for only one famous Chinese actress, and in the ’90s it was Gong Li. Raise the Red Lantern, Farewell My Concubine, Ju Dou, Red Sorghum… she was it. The Chinese babe.
The ’00s version of her, in terms of profile, is Zhang Ziyi. I’ve seen a couple movies lately with her in it, with much different effect.

The first is Curse of the Golden Flower. Paired again with Zhang Yimou, it’s a crazy-opulent period piece that puts her beauty (and, for once, her cleavage) to great effect as the Empress of a decaying kindgom. Slowly being poisoned, she is losing her mind– but she won’t let the Emperor get away with it! Calculating and bitchy, this is Gong Li at her best.

Now, I used to think her very worst work was in Memoirs of a Geisha. But I was wrong. She was much, much worse in Miami Vice. What the heck is she doing in that? Her character is Cuban, and a drug dealer. And it’s embarrassing how little chemistry she has with Colin Farrel. Stone Cold Fox + Latin fire = angry and annoying. I couldn’t make it through the whole thing, it was so painful. But it’s not her fault; she was just miscast. If it was a hot Asian actress they were looking for, I’m sure they could’ve found someone suitable, if she had the warmth. Even Lucy Liu would suffice, though she too has a frost about her. Just goes to show, not all Chinese babes are equal.

2007 will be rabbity

Tuesday, January 9th, 2007

CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): Your power animal in 2007 will be the
hare, whose front legs are shorter than its back legs, allowing it to run
uphill with exceptional speed. What this means, Capricorn, is that while
you will have more ascents to make than usual in the coming months, you
will also be well-equipped to carry them out with efficiency and power.
The steep challenges you face might feel daunting to anyone else, but
your heightened ability to conquer them will often inspire you to approach
them with relish.

It’s my birthday.

Monday, January 8th, 2007

I’m 34.