December Round-Up

Ahhh. December. I love December. Aside from some absolutely horrible work days, it was a great month. Let's take a look back, shall we?

Movies Seen: Fourteen, with none in a theater. I finally got around to seeing "The Dark Knight," and while I liked it, I do have one question for it: Why so serious? There's not a lot of joy in that movie. And by "joy," I don't mean there wasn't enough of "teh funny" or anything like that; I just mean that even after the chase sequences or cool fight scenes I wasn't compelled to utter a "Yeah!" of excitement. It was all just so...serious! Bottom line is, if I want to see a heavy handed movie about crime, I'd prefer it not involve a guy wearing a cape. As for Heath Ledger, I did think he was pretty great, even if his accent really grated on me after a while...

The biggest viewing disappointment--not necessarily the worst movie I saw, just the most disappointing--would be "Hamlet 2." I've read reviews calling the movie one of the funniest of the year, but I think I laughed three times at the most. I don't know. Maybe I just didn't get it.

Books Read: Three. One was a little book called "Compliments of the Season" about the history of the Christmas card that I picked up at the "The Great Dickens Christmas Fair," and it hardly qualifies as a book. The others were the first two books in the "Sookie Stackhouse" series of vampire mysteries that the HBO TV show "True Blood" is based on. They're pure pulp and as such are hard to put down. I read most of the first one on Christmas morning, (I got a set of the seven of the books as a Christmas present), and the second book in a weekend. If you've seen the show and like it, I recommend the books. Once you get past the first one, they aren't much like the TV show at all, and I hear the series is going to venture even further astray from the book series in season two.

Fancy Dinners Out: One, at Bix. It was awesome, as it always is. I hope that place never goes out of business; it's been around since the late 80's, and hasn't changed much since then, and for the most part, that's a good thing. It's a testament to its quality, I think, that it's been around as long as it has. It is pricey, though, so I'm not able to frequent it near as often as I'd like to...

Live Shows Seen: One, the San Francisco Ballet's version of "The Nutcracker," which I hadn't seen since, I think, I was in high school. Thankfully, they've updated their version, and it is much improved. I think my favorite part was the when with the snow queen and the snow flakes (?) are dancing in the fake snow. By the end of the piece, the stage was absolutely covered in fake snow. I'm sure it absolutely sucks to dance in, but it sure was pretty to watch. PBS aired this version as part of its "Great Performances" series over Christmas, so it will probably go into yearly rotation. Try to catch on TV it next Christmas.

Shoes Bought: No shoes were bought in the month of December because I had to save my money for Christmas presents. Tis better to give than receive, of course, but I have to say, I lucked out on the receiving end as I got a lot of loot, including a Wii (weeeeeeee!) lots of DVDs and books, and some assorted other goodies. A nice way to end the year, I tell you what.

Murder Is a Tragic, Tragic Thing

But sometimes, it's just plain hilarious.



Edited to add:

Any Time You Try a Decent Crime, You Got 50 Ways You Can Fuck Up...

I haven't seen "The Wrestler" yet, though I want to. But all this Mickey Rourke comeback talk has reminded me what a DOLL he was back in the 80s. I saw him in "Body Heat" when I was 12, and was instantly enraptured. Even with bad skin and greasy hair he was hot. Of course, he looks nothing like that now. Some of it is age; a lot of it is what he did to himself, but the most striking thing to me is how different he sounds. Listen to his soft little voice in this clip!



I'd share popcorn with him any day!

Just Desserts

This week's reality TV locals post is now up on SFist!

Is it Friday yet?

Happy Bird-day To Me!

Your Flesh Will Crawl With Fear At Their Nearness!

This week's Tube Tops is up on the SFGate Culture Blog!

I think I need another 10 hours of sleep...

Party Hearty With Bacardi!

It's my birthday this weekend, and if everything goes as planned, the celebration will look a lot like New Year's did!


I can't wait!

Black! And Stacked! And Packed with Fury!

Whoops! Almost forgot. This week's Tube Tops is up on the SFGate Culture Blog!

Thanks MLK for the holiday. My cold has reached the chocking-on-my-own-snot phase, which is always the most horrible for both me and anyone who is around me; I am not fit to be in public quite yet. Back to bed!

Would You Listen To Me? I'd Listen To Me...I'd Listen To Me So Hard

Here's what I did while trying to get over a cold tonight.

About a month ago, I was reading Rich Juzwiak's blog, fourfour and he had a post about a remix of the song "Goodbye Horses" and how the remix was awesome but the mix itself was really bad and would someone fix it and send it to him and someone did and yadda yadda. (Go to the post and download the song!)

Anyway, I downloaded the song, and the entire collection of remixes it came from. But that song, "Goodbye Horses," was the best because it's awesome and also because it was the song Buffalo Bill is listening to when he does his infamous penis tuck dance in "Silence of the Lambs." Here's a lame video of the original song, along with the lyrics, just because.

So, tonight it popped up again as I was listening to music on my laptop, and I once again realized how awesome it is, and thought I'd investigate a little about it. It turns out it's a one hit wonder by "Q Lazzarus," which was fronted by a woman. Or maybe the woman was named Q Lazzarus? Whatever the case, it originally appeared on the soundtrack of an earlier Jonathan Demme movie, "Married to the Mob," a movie I loved at the time of its release. I also have the soundtrack, albeit on vinyl, but decided to dig it out to listen to the original version of the song. But, alas, to my disappointment I discovered the record is cracked in half. Doh! And a brief investigation into finding a replacement (because there are some other good songs on it, and just because) finds that copies are going for about 30 bucks on ebay and Amazon. Oh well.

But it doesn't end there! A little later I watched the Elvis Presley movie "King Creole," which begins with the amazing song "Crawfish."



Elvis singing about one of my favorite foods? Of course I needed to download that! Luckily iTunes had a DRM-free version of the song, which was quickly purchased. And when I went to my library to select the song and play it, I realized I already had a remixed version of the song which was from the same collection the "Goodbye Horses" remix was from!

Weird, right?!

Well, it seemed spooky in my sickness-induced haze. Maybe I should just call it a night.

The Game of Life Is Hard To Play

"Battlstar Galactica" spoilers ahead. You've been warned...

I took a short-format screenwriting class in college many years ago, which was a great class, not because I learned much from it, but because it made me realize I never ever want to write a screenplay again in my life. (It didn't help that one of the T.A.s in the class had this to say about my first draft, "Well...it's not like you want to be a writer or anything, right?", the assumption being it was so bad it wasn't even worth criticizing because it wasn't like I had the potential to be a good writer anyway. Thanks for that!)

The other thing it taught me is that suicides in screenplays are often the work of lazy screenwriters, much like the use of the "It was all a dream" fake out ending. One guy in the class, who had obviously seen too many Tarantino movies, and Tarantino-inspired movies, had a violence-ridden screenplay about a guy with gambling debts whose family is threatened unless he pays off the money to the loan sharks he borrowed it from. He goes to Vegas, miraculously wins back all he owes, and then some. So he triumphantly leaves Vegas, and on the drive back home, he pulls over on the side of the highway and blows his brains out. The End.

Immediately everyone in the class, including the teacher, let out the equivalent of a collective "WTF?" The writer was adamant that that ending just illustrated the futility of the guy's life; that even if he had paid off his debts this time, he was still a degenerate gambler, and therefore he might as well kill himself. Most of us weren't buying it, instead thinking that the writer just didn't know how to end his (rather derivative) story, and went for a shock instead. So every time I see a "shocking" suicide in a movie or TV show, I immediately flash back to that class and think, "Yeah. They just ran out of ideas."

I bring this up because that's what I immediately thought when Dualla put the gun to her head in Friday's episode of "Battlestar Galactica." Yes, I was shocked when she did it, but the first reaction was, "Well, that's a convenient way to get rid of a character almost nobody liked." And my second reaction was...tears. 'Cause it really did sadden me. I saw what they were trying to do with her death. But having someone who had for so long been a character that believed in hope, and wasn't a drunken cynic, realize that a happy date with her estranged husband was probably going to be the only happy moment she'd have for a long time, and perhaps forever, take her own life, well, that's pretty dark even for "BSG." I just don't know if they needed to do it.

It's pretty obvious--heavy-handidly obvious, from all the extras sitting around crying, or fighting, or drunk in the halls--that the discovery of a decimated Earth hasn't exactly filled people with joy. But did they really need to have a seemingly happy person blow her brains out to hammer that point home?

But, in the end, it doesn't bother me all that much. It did have an emotional affect on me, and perhaps that's all that matters. And it certainly affected me more than the revelation that Ellen is the Fifth cylon. About all I could muster in reaction to that was, "Huh...Whatever."