Sunday, March 1, 2020

Ah, March...

...how we love thee!

Even though you are one of the two ugliest months in the year (November, you know who you are...),  we are delighted to see you!

Besides having the tremendous advantage of being not-February...

...you also bring us more daylight with the time change...

...delights like St. Patrick's day...


...and the first day of Spring...

...so we forgive your dirty snow banks and barren, leafless trees for the hope you provide that winter will indeed come to an end...
...eventually.



With all the sunshine and milder temperatures we've had recently, I thought I might try swinging my hickories in the back yard...but when I walked into my dining room, this is what I saw...

...needless to say I was shocked - shocked! - by this unseemly collusion between normally inanimate objects.

Thankfully I was able to break it up without too much difficulty, but Sir Kitschalot did have to spend some time in the timeout position...

...while I took my wayward hickories and swatted some whiffle golf balls.

Quite enjoyable...probably another month before the courses open but at least it's within shouting distance now.



Recently watched the Oscar winner for Best Picture from 2011 - The Artist - again.
This is truly an extraordinary film.  Of course I love the fact it's a silent movie in black and white, but watching it a second time helped me see even more clearly what a great piece of movie making this really is.

It's not just the acting which is top notch throughout, nor the scrupulously accurate settings and wardrobe that are period correct for the late 1920's / early 1930's.

It's also the attention to detail in every scene and the symbolism that enhances the story.

In one pivotal scene silent movie star George Valentin has just been given the news the studios have shut down all silent movie productions to focus on making "talkies".

He leaves the office on the top floor where he's gotten the bad news, and as he descends the stairs he bumps into rising starlet Peppy Miller, coming up the stairs...
...and throughout their conversation he stands a few steps below her, signifying their suddenly changed status.  His career is on the way down; her prospects are rising with every new day.

Later, when he hits rock bottom - after the stock market crash, the loss of his mansion and the auction of his belongings - he returns to where he's been staying after a fire has incinerated most of his treasured films...
...and he stands there at the emotional crossroads surveying the ashes of his life's work.

With dialog and narration evoking pathos is easy; doing so with only pictures, gestures and facial expressions is far more difficult.

There's a fine line between acting and overacting and only the best walk that tightrope successfully.

This picture does so and is richly deserving of your time.

Enjoy.

Hey, that's not a suggestion, it's an order...do it!



I tried this...
...doesn't work at the movie theater.

But it does work here at the ol' homestead and I've figured out many a plot twist while enjoying a good cigar.

In fact, I hear one calling me now..but as I go, I leave you with this important reminder from Ike and Papa X...
...life is better down that old dirt road...

later, mcm fans...


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