‘Fridge Madness

January 10th, 2010

Weakness

January 9th, 2010

Nerves

January 8th, 2010

Cabrini Grey

January 7th, 2010

Priority Fail

January 6th, 2010

da forecast

January 5th, 2010

The Tome

January 4th, 2010

Los Abrazos Rotos, Broken Embraces, the review

January 4th, 2010

Luxurious.

That’s my one word review of the latest offering from Spanish director Pedro Almodóvar. Los Abrazos Rotos, better known by its American title Broken Embraces, is a symphony of healing and injury, truths and lies, and the latest Grand Cru of THE master of filmmaking in my book.

The story is told, as many Almodóvar narratives are, in a series of flashes backward and forward in time. At the open we meet the blind script writer Harry Caine (Lluis Homar) who is told of the death of the successful businessman Ernesto Martel (José Luis Gomez). The unfolding of their pasts tumble across the screen in front of us, zig-zagging through time. Judit (a shifty and mysterious Blanca Portillo), Caine’s agent, is hiding something. Something major.

And then, upon the silver screen, appears the most luminous of Almodóvar’s inventions to date. Penélope Cruz as Lena, Martel’s secretary, fills the screen with the kind of beauty that dreams are made of. She IS the Audrey Hepburn of the present. And the Marilyn. And perhaps the most beautiful woman in the world. Lena appears completely in flashback as the movie progresses, and like all the other characters, she has a dark secret.

The plot is so thick with twists and turns that if I start to spill any more I’d simply ruin the unveiling of it all. However, there is one scene I can’t resist describing. Throughout the film, the camera switches from playing the role of spy to the role of informant for us. Those may sound like the same things, but under the hand of Almodóvar they are two different beasts entirely.

At one point, Lena catches the camera as a spy. She confesses the truth about an affair to the camera. A quick cut to the person who has demanded the spying, and we’re watching as he is reviewing what camera has seen. He gazes intently at the spy footage, his professional lip-reader at his side (mere seconds of Lola Dueñas) trying to make out the words. During the reverse shot as he watches the film, Lena steps into the frame behind him to voice her own silent film, thus voicing her own confession directly to him.

It was a quintessential Almodóvar moment, a reveal within a reveal within a reveal, and perhaps his finest to date. It’s the best few seconds of film I’ve seen in a long time.

The starkness of Almodóvar’s films, his shapes on screen, the costumes, the sheer boldness of color and his obsession with red make this work such a feast for the eyes that it’s easy to miss the undercurrents. But they’re there in plain sight. He has the ability to alter the evergreen axiom; In Almodóvar’s world, seeing is not only believing, seeing is feeling.

Nearly a year of anticipation was completely fulfilled. This is one of his best works and if Spanish isn’t your first language, it’s most definitely not mine, you’ll need a viewing or two to completely appreciate the nuances of the story.

Run, don’t walk folks. This is one you won’t want to miss. And if this will be your initiation to the cult of Almodóvar, welcome to the addiction.

Outside, Thru The Blinds

January 3rd, 2010

Belmont Blue Line

January 2nd, 2010

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O Positive

January 1st, 2010

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RP069 Video: My Sphynx Say Happy Holidays!

December 23rd, 2009

My two Sphynx decided to wish the world Happy Holidays. Problem is, one speaks English and the other speaks LOL. Who knew?

 
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RP068 A podcast? I’m back on the mic ya’ll…

December 20th, 2009

Jumping back into the podcasting thing. It’s been a LONG while so I’m all um’s and pauses, but have a listen if you like. My goal is to get back into talking into the mic more often.

 
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my top five TV moments of 2009

December 7th, 2009

In a VERY particular order, here are the top five television moments of 2009 that I found particularly spectacular.

5. Max (John Corbett) and Tara Gregson (Toni Collette) watching their children bowl as each of Tara’s alters (she has DID) arrange themselves in the scene to watch the kids bowl. It was an epic portrait and the ending of an engaging series which she would win the Emmy for later in the year. Season two of The United States of Tara begins Mar. 22, 2010.

4. Mma Precious Ramotswe (Jill Scott) tailing a suspicious dentist, cross cut with Mma Grace Makutsi (Anika Noni Rose) befriending little Wellington (Mosako Mogara) from The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency. The music in the background was a track called Mahlalela from Hugh Masekala Presents the CHISA years featuring Letta Mbulu. It opened my eyes fully to the gorgeous show, the literary works of Alexander McCall Smith, and to a world of Afropop I barely knew. I hope more episodes are created.

3. Watching Nicki Grant (Chloë Sevigny) comforting Sarah Henrickson (Amanda Seyfried) as she is miscarrying in a motel bathroom during a family road trip. There was a heaviness to the moment, an emotional gut punch, and the remainder of the season three of Big Love grew better and better as time passed. HBO explored massive changes in the Henricksons and Grants this year. Season four begins January 10th 2010.

2. Anna (Morena Baccarin), leader of the Visitors, stripping down to nothing but her human flesh in some sort of Hype Williams R&B video chamber with Sigur Ros’s “Svefn G Englar” thrumming in the background while she comforts her fellow visitors during a telepathic “gift” called “bliss.” I finally found my way to Sigur Ros because of that scene, the song formerly burned in my brain a few years ago somewhere else. Baccarin is amazing as Anna, and I can’t wait for more episodes of V.

1. Jackie Peyton (Edit Falco) lying on the floor in a stark white American Beauty style tableaux, with pellets of painkiller replacing the rose petals, while the theme from Valley of the Dolls plays. Fucking sublime, from my favorite show of the year, Nurse Jackie. The first words Jackie speaks are priceless and set the tone flawlessly for the series:

Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table

T.S. Elliott 10th Grade English Sister Jane Dechantal. What a champ. She’s the one who told me that the people with the greatest capacity for good are the ones with the greatest capacity for evil. Smart fuckin’ nun.

The Addams Family

November 19th, 2009

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Last night I saw a new show that is just leaving the nest. A show with lush music, amazingly endearing performances, and an iconic template that’s been around for sixty some-odd years. That show was The Addams Family and if you don’t have tickets now, trust me, you won’t be able to get them.

First, let me say this: Lippa, Lippa, Lippa, Andrew Lippa I love you and your work. I’ll come back to him, but to be frank, his work is the most amazing part of the show.

I actually sat and wrote out the entire show story as best as I could remember, but I decided to distill it down to this: drop what you think you know about the family because it’s all been turned upside down. The genius of the story lies in how people will go into the show expecting one thing, but end up delighted when they find another. The story is as old as the hills, but with a twist. A very un-typical family dealing with very typical family issues.

I’m a lifer here in Chicago, having never lived anywhere else. Part of the reason I used to travel to Broadway to see productions being born in NYC was because I knew I’d see some techno-wizardry on stage, usually a cut above what we see in Chicago. Times, they are a-changin’ folks, and The Addams Family is proof of that. The stagecraft is amazingly complex, perhaps the most complicated I’ve personally seen in town.

There are a couple I-can’t-believe-I’m-seeing-that-on-stage tricks (think Wicked when Elphie flies) that aren’t done just for the sake of the trick. They really do unfold the story even further. Seeing Wednesday torture Pugsley by drawing during a song called “Pulled” is one of the early clues that any stage trickery you see has a point. Watching Uncle Fester dance with the moon (who he has fallen in love with) was hilariously funny and endearing. And the squid. Well, I’ll leave the squid to both your curiosity and imagination.

Take that NYC! We got yo’ fancy tricks covered!

And we got yo’ actors too. Bebe Neuwirth and Nathan Lane are headlining the cast. They’re stellar, duh, but it wasn’t until their main tango/flamenco number that you really see both of them shine. I’d honestly watch Bebe Neuwirth kick a tin can down an alley because really, she’d be so über graceful and slinky while she did it, how could you not want to see her move? They received two rounds of applause at the end of the scene during which she was in a deep bend forward, toes pointed (there must be some dance term for such things, but I don’t know it), thigh-high boots screaming with sex appeal, pale white skin peeking out from her neckline that plunged “down to Venezuela” and holding headless rose stem in her mouth.

I nearly had wood folks.

The remainder of the cast is equally as stellar, with an Uncle Fester singing about things you’d never expect Fester to sing about (remember what I said earlier?) and two dinner guests who find themselves (and more) in the Addams Manor. Carolee Carmello, who plays Alice Beineke, has the biggest transformation of the show and let me tell you, when she growls it out during the song called “Waiting” near the end of the first act, my jaw was on the floor. Her husband, Mal Beineke (Terrence Mann) also gets the chance to let it all out after an encounter with the squid. Damn, I wasn’t going to bring up the squid again. Oh well, sue me.

But Andrew Lippa. Oh Andrew Lippa. Do you ever write a bad turn of phrase? Do you ever misplace a note on the page? I think not. I have to admit, I fell for Andrew Lippa’s style hook, line, and sinker when I saw a mounting of Asphalt Beach as part of the American Music Theatre Project at Northwestern. Much to my extreme sadness, the show never made it past that venue (that I know of) and I’m still Desperately Seeking the Soundtrack or ANY recordings of it.

His book and music are genius. Above the stage design, above the voices, and above the headliners, the book and music in The Addams Family are the real stars. I described the music as lush earlier, and I honestly can’t think of a better adjective. Hats off to the musicians who performed the work, a mini-orchestra who delivered the kind of sound you’d expect in the old MGM masterpieces. AND the show started with an overture of the delights to come. So few shows do that these days. I think it gets lost on the audience.

I’ll say it again, if you don’t have tickets, you’re gonna miss it, and that’d be bad. Will I travel to NYC to see it? Natch. But I love that I could support yet another great opening here in Chitown. If you’re a local yokel, I hope you see it too. And lemme know what you think.