Happy Lanford Wilson Day

If you don’t know what this means, read his play: “Fifth of July.” Or better yet, see it on stage.  Fifth of July


Get Out

If there was a genre I never expected to find social commentary tucked inside, it’s Grand Guignol. Those seemingly opposing genres work together quite nicely, along with humour and suspense, all neatly laid out in Jordan Peele’s  #film Get Out. Get out and see it.

#Oscar Bets 2017

Okay- I’ll commit to some predictions. What do I win? A rise in stats on my blog, I guess. Predictions are based on my own set of facts- movies I saw, and award nods I feel are most deserved. Movies I missed do not count.

Best Picture- Moonlight (something worth saying, with poetry. Yes, I liked La La Land (see previous post)

Best Actor- Denzel Washington (Fences)- (Though Casey Affleck is favoured…)

Best Actress-Isabelle Huppert (Elle) (Okay, entirely based on buzz), though Meryl’s off-key singing is a stand-out. And I would love to hear her speech…

Best Supporting Actor- Mahershala Ali (Moonlight)  (only one I saw of the bunch. Maybe Dev Patel, for an incredible role in Lion.)

Best Supporting Actress-  Viola Davis (Fences) or Naomie Harris (Moonlight)

My only other comment is it would be something to see Lin Manuel Miranda complete his EGOT.

And I hope for plenty of on target political speeches….

La La La

I liked La La Land. Not everyone I know did, and that even proved to be fodder for SNL.

I like musicals. Love many. Cabaret. A Chorus Line (only on stage). But I’m allergic to bad movie musicals (A Chorus Line) as much as the next person.

I loved the opening of the movie- knew it was a musical but still found it unexpected. Not just the musical number itself, but its unabashed, (un)ironic, ever increasing, joy.

The joy continued with the Umbrellas of Cherbourg colour palette.

Some friends found the plot – well, not high enough character stakes. I did. As an actor/teacher/writer, author of a one man show ( Monologues ), it wasn’t hard for me to relate to it all. To many, the main characters’ artistic, and romantic struggles, seemed small.

I didn’t. If anything, I found the ending satisfying. Without spoiling, between love and career, one works out, and the other does not (for both hero and heroine).

In my experience, artistic lives exist very often in a gray area between success and failure. Some succeed for a while, but not consistent enough to reliably pay the bills. Some careers completely fade and morph into something else. The rare ones shoot for the stratosphere and make it- and continue to do so.

But gray is not the palette of La La Land. It’s purple and turquoise and cotton candy. I’d rather have that at the #movies than gray any time.

I wish it well at the Oscar nods tomorrow.