Constantine

Constantine: I like movies about the battle between Heaven and Hell. This film’s take on it is that God and Satan made a wager about the Earth regarding who can get more souls (not exactly a new concept, but it works here). They can’t interact with humans, but “half breed” angels and demons can influence people indirectly, hoping to nudge them one way or the other. One of these half-breed demons is Balthazar, played by Bush’s lead singer, Gavin Rossdale. I was pleasantly surprised at what a convincing and animated character he portrayed here, considering what a soulless and boring singer he is the rest of the time. Keanu Reeves, however, struck me as terribly miscast in the role of John Constantine, the damned soul trying to buy his way into heaven. His monotone voice and weird inflection were wrong for this part. But I’ve come to expect such things from Ted Theodore Logan, so I can forgive that here. Anyway, the other character I’d like to mention is Gabriel, a half-breed angel. I have no idea what his/her motivations were nor even if s/he was supposed to have a gender at all. Was s/he good? Was s/he evil? Hard to tell. But I thought Tilda Swinton did an interesting job in the part, even if she looks too much like Cate Blanchett. All in all, it was an entertaining film and I can’t say I regret seeing it. I just wish it had starred someone else.

One more thing: ever notice in this kind of movie that Satan always shows up in person while God’s only a ray of light, if He shows up at all?

Near Dark

Near Dark: One of the stranger (and sillier) takes on the vampire legend I’ve seen. Redneck vampires kidnap sweet old cowboy Caleb and make him one of their own. Then Caleb’s dad rescues him and cures his vampirism. Yeah, I didn’t know there was an antidote either. Apparently, all that matters is how you get the blood into your system. If it’s by mouth, you become a vampire. If it’s through a needle in your arm, you turn human again. Convenient, that.

Cap’n Wacky

Cap’n Wacky’s Boatload of Love: As it is the Day of Romance and I am not a completely unfeeling slob, here are some of the most horrifying Valentine’s Day cards I’ve ever seen. Enjoy.

The Merchant of Venice

The Merchant of Venice: I’ve seen and read and participated in a fair amount of Shakespeare’s plays but was unfamiliar with this story. Al Pacino plays Shylock, a Jewish man who lends the Christian Antonio three thousand ducats at zero interest with the provision that if Antonio should forfeit, Shylock may cut off a pound of his flesh. In the meantime there are all kinds of amusements going on among the main lovers: Bossanio and Portia, Gratiano and Nerissa (Shakespeare was fond of double weddings). This was meant to be a comedy, after all, with Shylock being largely played as a bumbling fool. In a more anti-semitic time, I can imagine all this being quite humorous, even Shylock’s poor end: losing all his money, being forced to give up his religion, and watching his own daughter marry a Christian. Think of it this way: if Shylock was a Nazi instead of a Jew (since Nazis are one of the few remaining acceptable Bad Guy stereotypes), would we feel very sorry for his ruin?

Even so, this is a play at odds with itself. If Jews are meant to be portrayed as such loathesome creatures, why the famous monologue wherein Shylock talks about the similarities between Christians and Jews as men (“If you prick us, do we not bleed”)? If he’s supposed to be looked upon with such scorn, why include Shylock’s comparison between being merciful to Antonio at the forfeiture of his bond and the notion of showing mercy towards slaves? Perhaps the latter would be so preposterous that the crowds would have laughed, but today it serves as a powerfully dramatic moment. Such is the beauty of Shakespeare.

Regarding this specific version, I thought it was gorgeous. The costumes and sets were amazing and the acting was actually quite good. I liked the dichotomy between the merry antics of the lovers and the tortured and blindly vengeful acts of Shylock. I liked the quiet scenes tacked onto the end of Shylock standing in the rain and his daughter Jessica looking remorseful from Portia’s palace. In the end, there were no real heroes or villains. Shakespeare, though perhaps unintentionally this time, has once again provided us with characters of such depth, such complexity, that they become truly human.

Be Cool by Elmore Leonard

Be Cool by Elmore Leonard: The opening scene, where Chili Palmer is having lunch with a man who ends up getting shot by a hitman, is pretty good. But don’t expect the story to be about that crime. There are vague murmurings about possible connections with the Russian mafia but by and large the scene is nothing more than a hook to get you into the story, then forgotten about soon after. This book is a lot like Get Shorty except that it’s about a singer instead of a laundromat owner. The whole “let’s describe what’s really happening as if we’re making a movie” thing comes back full force, and it gets a little old. There’s even the formerly evil thug that has a change of heart and saves the day, just like in the last one. My suggestion would be to read either Get Shorty or Be Cool, but not both. The story just isn’t good enough to be read twice in a row.

[Note: I’ve seen the preview for the Be Cool movie that’s coming out. As far as I can tell, they’ve changed basically everything – removed a major character, added a few new characters, and beefed up or totally changed several minor characters. And it looks funnier than the book.]

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Drugstore Cowboy

Drugstore Cowboy: Bob is a junkie in the early 1970s who robs pharmacies to get the drugs. He and his friends inject everything they take, then rob another drugstore before the effects wear off, thus ensuring they are more or less perpetually high. There is some humor and some tragedy, but I was less moved by the story than by the situation. This film has a similar feel to it as Trainspotting, minus the thick accents and statutory rape, which leaves the viewer marveling at the fact that there are actually people who spend their lives this way. Such a waste, but it makes for a decent movie. And for God’s sake, man, don’t leave that fucking hat on the bed!

The Golden Ratio by Mario Livio

The Golden Ratio by Mario Livio: If you divide a line so that the ratio of the smaller to the larger is equal to the ratio of the larger to the whole, you have the golden ratio, phi. There has been an abundance of literature on the presence of phi in a number of unexpected locations, and this book addresses many of these appearances intelligently. It is organized more or less historically, starting with the Pythagoreans’ obsession with phi (due to its presence in the pentagon and other neat little number tricks) and continuing through the present. The author avoids doctoring numbers to fit phi into famous works of art and architecture, and indeed debunks several such cases. While some of the direct appearances of phi are pretty nifty (such as leaf growth patterns on plant stems), much of the book covers subjects that are only related to phi by a few generations, usually through the pentagon or the Fibonacci numbers. I do not fault the author for this; tangents are to be expected in books about such a narrow subject as a single number.

The final chapter, “Is God a Mathematician,” includes leading theories in response to that question (yes, no, and sort of) and Livio’s personal opinion. I understand the desire to address such a topic, since mathematics is pretty amazing and phi is no small example of this, but this chapter seemed sort of forced, like the author was at a loss on how to wrap up the book. The explanation of the dual nature of light was sort of random, and the rather unsubtle promotion of Stephen Wolfram’s then-unpublished book (which was not well received by the math community) was sort of irritating. I imagine that Livio’s desire was to instill a lingering thirst for knowledge in his reader, to encourage further study, but it felt more like an advertisement for a newfangled religion that will change the way you look at the world. Despite the final few pages, I found this book to be informative and quite readable, which is always high praise for a book about math. Perhaps if Livio had left out his personal opinion I would have finished it feeling more satisfied.

House of Flying Daggers

House of Flying Daggers: To quote a truly apropos user comment, “It’s An Action Flick! It’s A Love Story! It’s A Date Movie!” I can’t really explain the story very well without giving away most of the plot twists, so suffice it to say that this movie contains amazingly choreographed martial arts against a backdrop of absolutely gorgeous scenery, with a Romeo & Juliet style romance interlaced throughout. As long as you can accept that this film is more a feast for the eyes than anything else – and that Chinese people are impervious to stab wounds – this movie is worth seeing. Just don’t come looking for an original, actor-driven plot; you’ve seen all these characters before.

Singin’ in the Rain

Singin’ in the Rain: The word “classic” is overused. When I watch a movie that’s supposed to be a classic, I expect an engrossing story and likeable characters – sheer entertainment, basically. A classic should be able to make such guarantees. Happily, that is exactly what I got with this famous musical. The film is set in 1927, right at the introduction of the talkies. The story revolves around a famous silent film actress whose voice is absolutely terrible (and hysterical), so in order to ensure her smooth transitions into talkies, a chorus girl is hired to dub over her voice. With the exception of a lengthy dance number in “Broadway Melody” that kind of drags on (much like the movie it parodies, An American in Paris), the entire film is smart, witty, and a delight to watch. I confess to a pre-existing love of tap dancing, but I did not expect to laugh out loud as much as I did. The first take of “The Dueling Cavalier” as a talkie is a true highlight of the film. What happened to comedies that aren’t vulgar? What happened to subtly funny lines tossed off casually, so quick you almost miss them? Luckily, they’re still available on DVD.

Get Shorty by Elmore Leonard

Get Shorty by Elmore Leonard: I’m still a little unclear on who Shorty is. Anyway, this is a rather convoluted story about loan shark Chili Palmer who goes to Hollywood to track down a guy who faked his own death (but still owes money), and ends up getting embroiled in a movie deal in the process. This is not a book I would have read had I not accidently purchased its sequel at a book sale, but I enjoyed it all the same. I was amused by a good bit of it, especially Chili’s no-bullshit way of looking at the inanity of the movie business. My only real complaint was that I had quite a bit of trouble following the story for about the first half. There were so many names that I kept forgetting who was who, but by the end I had it all straightened out. I’ll be curious to see what the movie is like.

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