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Thursday, December 12, 2013
There are some things, people, events, monuments, that should not be replicated. That is, the painting of Washington crossing the Delaware, the Sistine Chapel, Big Ben, others. Everybody can think of personal favorites, unique events, pictures, things we prefer to view and remember in the original form. I include films in that category of the inviolable. What is the drive to redo significant films? Is is just money? Fame? Misguided overweening ego? So we come to the modern regurgitation of the Bonnie & Clyde story. The original with Warren Beatty, and Faye Dunaway is likely to be a minor masterpiece. The recent disaster is not.
Saturday, December 07, 2013
Bonnie & Clyde film stands up
A lot of gangster films don't stand the test of time. They are slow, contain action scenes not really believable, and dialog that sounds like grandmother wrote it. Hey! Maybe she did. Even so-called classics like Key Largo, in which at one point I thought E.G. Robinson was going to fall on the floor and writhe in an excess of evil.
Bonnie & Clyde stands up. Tense, funny, fast-paced. It all works. Yes, I know Barrow's sister in law, played by Estelle Parsons seemed overly shrill at times and she hated the portrayal--the real one, not Estelle. I was impressed. Of course, I'm easily impressed by ,murderous action, or so I'm told.
Bonnie & Clyde stands up. Tense, funny, fast-paced. It all works. Yes, I know Barrow's sister in law, played by Estelle Parsons seemed overly shrill at times and she hated the portrayal--the real one, not Estelle. I was impressed. Of course, I'm easily impressed by ,murderous action, or so I'm told.
Wednesday, October 09, 2013
Rosenstrasse A moving historical illustration of the power of love
German women married to Jews face intolerable pressures as Nazis move to deport all Jews. In the prison at Rosenstrasse, a growing number of women stand in silent protest against the separation until the machine capitulates and releases the husbands. The film is diifficult to follow at times, but it is well-and appropriately acted. Well worth seeing as a reminder of humanity, inhumanity and the historical significance of intolerance and bigotry, and a powerful reminder of real love and devotion.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
OUTSTANDING CHAMBER QUARTET
Since the Minnesota Orchestra has been destroyed by the money grubbers in the temple of greed, it has been harder to find good classical music. Today we were fortunate to attend a concert by Music In the Park, a longstanding chamber series. We sit in pews in a marvelous sanctuary in a pleasant neighborhood of Saint Paul. The acoustics are excellent. Today we heard the Pacifica Quartet, augmented by Anthony McGill, principal clarinetest for the Metropolitan Opera.
They performed a fine concert with pieces by Mozart, Shostakovich, and finally by Johannes Brahms. It is clear, the players, in residence in Indiana, deserve their excellent world reputation. It was a fine, fine afternoon of really good classical music.
They performed a fine concert with pieces by Mozart, Shostakovich, and finally by Johannes Brahms. It is clear, the players, in residence in Indiana, deserve their excellent world reputation. It was a fine, fine afternoon of really good classical music.
Monday, September 23, 2013
A PEACEFUL FRAGMENTED DAY
Nice weather we're having here in Minnesota. It is just warm enough with light breezes and sunny skies to raise a little sweat. Cleaned the driveway, the deck and watered the lawns. Almost got brained by a red squirrel high in the Walnut tree dropping not-quite-ripe black walnuts. For a moment I thought I was under siege.
The government is about to close down, and here in Minneapolis and Saint Paul we've about lost a world class orchestra. All because the board of directors abruptly decided fiduciary responsibility was more important that classical music. Yes, we needed some adjustments, but the meat ax approach never works. RIP Minnesota Orchestra.
Reading with interest the reports on the just ended Bouchercon, the International World Convention of crime fans, readers, and creators.
I hope to see many of you in Indianapolis next month when Magna Cum Murder resumes its excellent convention of Mystery fans and practitioners.
The government is about to close down, and here in Minneapolis and Saint Paul we've about lost a world class orchestra. All because the board of directors abruptly decided fiduciary responsibility was more important that classical music. Yes, we needed some adjustments, but the meat ax approach never works. RIP Minnesota Orchestra.
Reading with interest the reports on the just ended Bouchercon, the International World Convention of crime fans, readers, and creators.
I hope to see many of you in Indianapolis next month when Magna Cum Murder resumes its excellent convention of Mystery fans and practitioners.
Monday, September 16, 2013
BAD MONKEY by Carl Hiaasen
Bad Monkey
By Carl Hiaasen
ISBN: 9780307272591
A 2013 hard cover release
From Alfred A. Knopf
Here we have a crime novel from an established writer who
demonstrates a tendency to aim well-considered darts at various and sundry
established elements of our society, such as Medicare. In most cases, the
author’s aim appears to be true, but he’s using a scatter-gun approach.
Sometimes less is more. The novel has a simple plot at its core. A scammer who
has taken the federal government for millions of dollars through a fairly elegant
illegal operation in south Florida hangs it up when the Feds inquire begin to
close in. His method of avoiding arrest is bizarre to say the least.
Meanwhile a reasonably competent Key West detective named
Andrew Yancy, now demoted to restaurant inspector, formerly of the Miami Police
Department, is tasked by the local sheriff to dispose of a human arm, brought
up by a fishing boat off the keys. Seems like a simple task, right?
Unfortunately for various law enforcement agencies in South Florida and the
Bahama Islands, Yancy thinks there’s something fishy about the arm. And in
spite of the distraction of a plethora of pulchritudinous, sexually available
women, throwing themselves at Yancy’s feet he soldiers on, determined to bring
a murderer to justice and get back his detective’s shield.
Hiaasen is a wonderful writer. He generates a rolling
thunder of forward movement and then chucks a nasty wrench into the works that
sends the story off in a seemingly totally different direction. He is clever
and inventive. Yes, of course there are crimes, including murders and there are
many strange and sometimes wonderful characters, effectively used—mostly—by the
author to illuminate his concerns about the social milieu which he observes in
often minute detail. Reading this book put me off restaurant meals for at least
a week.
Yes, there is a monkey. A pet Capuchin, ill-trained,
ill-mannered and possessed of the worst
temper and too many anti-social “skills.” The novel is by turns sweet,
acidulous, slow, nasty, dark, hilarious, and confusing. Sometimes the pacing
and cleverness are enough to take your breath away. Bad Monkey is essential
Hiaasen.
Friday, September 06, 2013
Been watching the Australian series called Miss Fisher's Mysteries. It's an excellent series, first class production values, very much in the period, including careful attention to language in the script. The series is based on that excellent series of novels by Kerry Greenwood. Phryne Fisher is a wonderful character, fully realized by the lead actress. Add to that all the other characters who really seem to embody Greenwood's vision of the characters, the time and the city of Melbourne.
Monday, July 29, 2013
RUDDY GORE: Another delightful Australian Romp from Kerry Greenwood
Phryne Fisher, the insouciant, wealthy, experienced and
titled English woman, living in Melbourne, Australia in the mid-twenties, meets
her new lover and solves a very theatrical murder.
Let me begin by stating that this is not Greenwood’s best Phryne Fisher mystery. Which
is only to say that it is a very good novel. And a very good mystery. Phryne
Fisher, outfitted in her finest encounters some low-lifes in a dark Melbourne
alley, assists in saving an elderly Chinese woman, and thereby meets the man
who will become her lover. Even today in Australia, the idea of a white
woman in bed with a Chinese man is scandalous. In the nineteen twenties, there
might have been riots. It’s well documented that in the early and mid-twentieth
century, Australia’s
immigration policy was to try to maintain white dominance against what must
have been enormous pressures from surrounding lands.
But, Phryne Fisher being who she is, and apparently author
Kerry Greenwood being who she is, the Fisher lass is prepared to breech any and
all social customs she deems injurious to other people. We are thereby granted
some special and fascinating insights into the way in which the successful
Asian professional and business people conduct themselves in Australian
society.
I mention this at the head of this review, because that is
one of Greenwood’s special gifts to the
discerning reader—and Greenwood
deserves the widest possible audience. The central plot revolves around the
local production of “Ruddigore,” one of Gilbert and Sullivan’s delightful light
operas. The mystery involves trickery, ghostly presences, a large cast of
principals and members of the chorus, a long-dead singer and former inamorata
of the head of this acting company, and the delightful and continuous
perambulations of our detective, Phryne Fisher.
You will be treated to on-stage murder, at least one
attempted murder and keen insights into the backstage lives of actors and
actresses. Through all the emotional turbulence that threatens to destroy the
production, the Silver Lady makes her fastidious way to the truths of the
matter.
Here is Phryne Fisher: “…a small woman dressed in silver; a
brocade dress which fitted close to her slim body, a cap of the same material
with wings at each side, and on her small feet silver kid boots with wings at
the ankle …. She had a pale face and startling green eyes, and black hair
barely longer than the cap. The hatchet swung loosely in her gloved hand.”
Kerry Greenwood writes with insight, fine command of
language, clever plotting and excellent historical perspective. An almost
flawless, worthwhile mystery novel.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
FASCINATING, JARGON-RICH DETECTIVE NOVEL DELIVERS A PUNCH
Cuts Through Bone
by Alaric Hunt
ISBN:
9781250013309
A 2013 hardcover
release from
Minotaur Books.
308 pages
Littered with jargon and slang
some of which is pretty obscure, the book sucked me in from the first page
because its principal characters are so different and so appealing. Clayton
Guthrie is a little detective. We know that because the writer refers to him
exceedingly frequently as the little detective. Yet, before the tale is told,
he casts a long shadow, based on his years of experience, his basic humanity,
and his understanding of the ways of the unseen world. He hires a young Latina
who is looking for a better path in life. Fresh from high school, possessor of
a quick analytical mind and great good looks, Raquel Vasquez at first finds routine
surveillance boring and the pay isn’t much. Then comes a meaty case.
Afghan veteran Greg Olsen has
been jailed for murdering his fiancé, wealthy Columbia University student and
heiress to a publishing fortune. New York police have enough evidence to go to
trial so they aren’t looking for alternative possibilities. Guthrie thinks
Olsen is probably innocent and we’re off and running, because he knows he has
to find the real killer, not just open questions about the validity of the case
against the veteran
A large portion of the novel
involves the clever use of the denizens of the big city who exist in the
unwashed armpits and smelly crotches of New York. The language feels gritty and
authentic, even though sometimes hard to follow. The plot makes sense, the
characters, as written, belong in their scenes and act logically. Everything
works. It will be interesting to watch this author’s development from this raw
state to succeeding stages.
Friday, April 26, 2013
NEW COLLECTION OF ESSAYS ABOUT THE BEST WRITER IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE
Living With
Shakespeare
edited by
Susannah Carson
ISBN:
978-0-307-74291-9
A 2013 Vintage
Original release
from Random
House. 493 pages.
A very long time
ago, my parents collaborated to make to me a gift of a beautiful book that my father
originally acquired in Lincoln, Nebraska, in 1928. “The Complete Dramatic and, Poetic
Works of William Shakespeare,” was compiled and discussed by Professor
Frederick D. Losey of Harvard. The book was published in 1926 by The John C.
Winston Company of Philadelphia and Chicago. It is a beautiful leather-bound
volume of thin gilt-edged pages. The book survived our travails in Goodwell,
Oklahoma, between 1930 and 1938. I treasure and refer to it often. And I had
the great good fortune to perform a minor part in a community theater
production of “Othello,” a good many years ago.
And now there is
a companion book, about which, I cannot say enough good things. “Living With
Shakespeare,” is a series of essays from a wide array of writers, directors and
others about their lives with this astounding writer’s works. Some are funny,
some of them are irreverent. Some will engender disagreement and all will add
to our understanding of the greatest writer in the English language. Ask
yourself; how it is that 400 years after he lived, his plays are being
re-interpreted, his sonnets sung, his insights helping us to better understand
ourselves?
The book is
smoothly organized with a few fine photographs scattered throughout the
thirty-eight original essays from the likes of Jane Smiley, Joyce Carol Oates,
Isabel Allende, Ralph Fiennes, Ben Kingsley and James Earl Jones. Readers
should not neglect to read the excellent introduction by Susannah Carson. Bravo
to all the aforementioned individuals, as well as those who produced this handsome
volume. Readers should not pass by Harold Bloom’s precise and pointed Foreword
that echoes the question so often asked in literature classes, “Why
Shakespeare?” And the answer comes still, after four hundred years. “Who else
is there?” Who else, indeed.
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