The Occasional Movie Review

bornromanticTonight’s movie: Born Romantic, a fun, slightly confusing, romantic comedy. Sort of…

Yes, it’s a love story, centering on four men, though we don’t really don’t know it’s also telling the story of the fourth until the end of the story, all of whom have issues, baggage, or problems being in love, finding love, or showing love.

One guy is a former rocker who dumped his girlfriend at the time, and now, eight years later, has decided he made a mistake and wants to get back together with her. Another guy is a petty thief who is afraid of hurting his victims, so he and his partner use chloroform to knock out their victims after they take withdrawls from ATMs. And the last guy is living with his ex-wife in their house that they are unsuccessfully trying to sell because one side of it is slowly sinking.

A cab service and three cabbies act as the sages in the film, talking about romance and sex and women and men, both amongst themselves and to their fares who are both the men and the subjects of their advances.

The thief chooses a neurotic who lives in constant fear of life, really: she’s afraid of germs, car accidents, flying, and bacteria in and on food, among other things. Yet she owns and operates a business that tends to graves for those who can’t do it themselves because they’re too busy or out of town or out of the country.

The rocker’s girlfriend has discovered herself and isn’t sure a life with him is what she wants anymore, and isn’t sure he’s changed at all.

And the final guy has fallen for a bookish museum technician who restores the art.

And they all meet, fall in and out of love, and discover a lot about life and love at a club that hosts salsa dancing.

In the end, everyone gets what they want, and we find that love does indeed conquer all. It’s the path that the movie takes to get there that’s interesting.

At it’s base, it’s a simple story, about six people (well, seven, but I’m not giving that one away in case anyone reading this wants to see it) who are messed up, have difficult situations to work through in their lives, and are, as pop culture constantly reminds people who aren’t in a relationship, alone. And yes, the film is an allegory, meant to draw we the viewers in and recognize traits in each of the characters that we possess while it makes broad statements on life and love. But what it’s great at is doing all this and being obvious about it while still not pounding it over your head or doing it in a way that makes you want to stop watching. In that sense, it’s a very charming film.

The acting is understated, with Craig Ferguson in the lead as the divorced man, and he isn’t playing any of the over-the-top characters I’ve seen him play before. The filmmaking itself is also pretty basic and plain, letting the story do the talking and not making the visuals too disruptive.

But for some, the film will be too slow and too confusing at first…Or perhaps even too strange: the whole story revolves around two basic locations: the cabs and cab company/cafe (yeah, it’s operated out of a cafe), and the salsa club. And the characters are absurdly messed up enough to make you recognize what their problems are. So I could see how some viewers would probably go through the first half of the movie and wonder what the hell they’ve been watching. But if you like a well-made movie, or a good love story, or a good character study, it’s worth sticking through. Four out of five stars.

See you tomorrow.


The Costco dilemma

For a little while now, I’ve been on a quest: a quest to save my family money when we have to purchase the things we need to keep the family going. I’ve heard many people sing the praises of Costco or Sam’s Club, but haven’t managed to get myself to pull the trigger on a membership to partake of the values contained therein.

I had a membership to Costco ages ago, in fact before the girls were born. The store near work at the time was brand new, and they were handing out free memberships like candy. I got mine, and I think I shopped there probably three times in the year. Sure, the prices were impressive when you ponder the quantities you were buying, but that was just it: I just can’t bring myself to buy twenty pounds of pork roast at a time to get a deal that brings the price down to $1.79 a pound.

The other major problem is that they’re so damned far away. Well, okay, they really aren’t, but a 20+ minute drive to the closest Costco for me needs to be justified, and in my head, I can’t see myself saying “gee, we really need to restock the house with 30 pounds of beef, 48 rolls of toilet paper, and a six-pack of dish soap.”

Here’s the thing: I’ve pretty much figured out how to shop for values, collect coupons, and for the last several months, how to score some freebies. And until things get a little more settled in the house situation, I can’t justify laying in a six month supply of anything because space is still at a bit of a premium. Sure, when things get cleared out, then I’d have room for the super-economy pack of 26,000 cotton balls, but until then, it’ll just be another box sitting in the way.

And another thing…The skeptical, uptight, curmudgeonly part of me keeps asking the question “are you sure you’ll save the $50 on the membership over the course of the year?” I know that the price doesn’t just help subsidize the deals, it helps assure you’ll be back several times during the membership. Plus, I do the math, where most people don’t. I see what that 30 pound bag of roasts costs per pound whereas most people see it selling for $50 or something and simply say good deal. No. Of course, I need to be rational about all of this.

Oh, there are those who swear by the store, taking trips to the store on the weekend that they’ve planned–out loud, I might add–during the course of the week. They’ve saved oodles of money of socks, bags of candy, barbecue sauce, and even, in one case, a 50 pound bag of flour. But really? Were the savings that huge? If I shop right, I can get (as I did today) 10 pounds of flour for just over $3.50. Multiply that by five, and you get $17.50…And the person who got the 50 pounds of flour paid $19.99. Sure, relative quality can be questioned, but I’m sure my store brand will be pretty comparable to the unnamed brand from Costco.

So it’s a dilemma: join and make sure I use the membership and try my best to measure the savings just so that my brain won’t go all wobbly with regret, or don’t get the membership and don’t shop there and continue to live with the guilt and nagging feeling that I’m missing out on something.

So what brought this on today? Our family trip to target for some groceries and a few other things. That’s where I scored the 2 five-pound bags of flour for $3.60. But then I looked for some toilet paper, and outside of having neither of the brands and types our butts have become accustomed to, the next best deal was on an 18-pack for $10. Seeing as how I don’t have the room for 18 rolls of toilet paper, but do have room for 9 rolls, I’ll stick to the 9 roll pack I can get at Walgreens with a coupon for $4.

But I’ll still wonder…What am I missing behind those doors???

See you tomorrow.


Dreamin’

I had a dream earlier in the week that I just had to share with my shrink in our session today: I was busy getting everyone ready for the first day of school, making lunches, packing backpacks, cleaning and ironing clothes (really?!?), and after I get them all packed off, I head out to…perform in a musical. As I’m standing backstage waiting to go on, I realize I have no idea what my lines are, nor even what the hell the play is about. All I know is that I’m one of the leads, and I’ve got a big song to perform shortly after the show opens.

Whoa. Pretty weird stuff, when you think about it…I mean, who would stage a musical at 8 in the morning?

Okay, well, I went into the session pretty confident that I had this one figured out: I’m feeling unprepared for something, and I think it’s the coming school year for the family, but that seems a little transparent and obvious.

Well, yes, that does seem obvious, she said. But I’m not sure that’s it.

Well, dammit, what then? It had a school theme and I was preparing to go onstage for a play that I had absolutely no knowledge of.

What if it’s just that school is a focus in your mind right now, and you’re just feeling unprepared for many other things, including your work?

I just want to connect the dots, that’s all. Usually in heavy dreams like this, my cat chimes in and starts giving me a lecture about how stupid I’m acting or reacting. In this dream, she didn’t even appear. Though my family did sort of sweep through the kitchen like it was some sort of TV show when everyone is trying to leave at the same time to go five different directions.

I know I’m feeling overwhelmed: by work, by some aspects of life at home, by school being right around the corner, by things that I want to do and need to do and don’t seem to have the time, energy, or desire to pursue them. But does my brain really need to go there and put me in the wings of a stage musical with the script in my hand as I’m trying to scan the page to memorize it?

The doc asked me how I felt during the dream. I don’t really recall feeling anything. I wasn’t particularly sad, anguished, nervous, or anything. I was just incredulous that in mere moments, I’d step out on stage, hit my mark (which I also realized I’d have to look for, since I apparently hadn’t been to any rehearsals), and begin singing a song that I hadn’t practiced. At all. Nor recognized.

Ah, but then there’s the kicker. It was a while before I realized that by the time I finally looked at the script and began to read it in the vain hope to memorize some of it before I hit the stage, I noticed that the script was in German. Not any language I might have studied before, but German.

I have no idea what that means.

You think?

See you tomorrow.


On blogging

Blogging on a daily (or nearly daily) basis really is quite an undertaking.

I mean, keep in mind that last year I wrote just about 300 entries. That means that I had to come up with something to write or tell you 5/6ths of the time. It would be like me talking to you about whatever is coming up in my head for 20 hours every day. Which, when you think of it is just creepy. Or like living with Patrick. Either way. The kid never stops talking. That’s all I’m saying…

So just think of the sheer effort that would go into trying to come up with something to talk about that much: the research, the organization of thoughts into cohesive sentences and paragraphs. Being able to back up statements with relevant facts. Or talking about the latest movie or TV show you’ve seen.

Now before you start to think that tonight’s entry is just trying to cleverly hide the fact that I don’t really have any good topics to write about, you’d be wr….er…right.

Yeah. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Nary a good topic to be found, at least one that springs to mind. But I had to write about something. That’s the rule.

Rules, you say? But of course there are rules. Even though it’s my blog, and my content and design, there have to be rules, like writing to you an average of five-to-six days a week.

I’ve been trying to think up things to say here  during the whole day today. Yet the response from the brainpan is just crickets: that chirping noise when it’s quiet.

I really don’t know what’s causing it. Could it be the projects at work? The fatigue from everyday life? Dunno. I’m just suffering from a content drought.

So, with that, and the feeling of failing you, the gentle reader, I bid you a good night.

See you tomorrow.


Nothing is sacred

Time to dust off the ol’ soapbox…

Religion used to be the great untouchable in the world, even when it was the cause for so much hatred and pain. Now let me back up and explain this, because it’s important to hold on to going forward.

Politically, religion was historically avoided–not ignored, but also consciously not made a topic in a campaign. The religion of a political candidate in this country was irrelevant, even though some, if not most of the voters knew what religion their candidate belonged to. It was their message and views and beliefs that were important, even though those messages, views and beliefs were rooted in the candidates religion, but still not trumpeted or held up as a sign of superiority over others.

But keep in mind that religious beliefs have always been the root cause for so many conflicts throughout history.

So with that as a framework, let’s take a look just at the last week in this country.

I am incredulous not only that there are an alarmingly large number of people in the nation who believe that President Obama is a Muslim, but also that people don’t know enough about our president to even believe such a thing. And I wonder how those same people would have answered incorrectly whether Bush was a Baptist, Methodist, or Jew. (He’s a Methodist, by the way).

That the question has been given any importance at all is unsettling, because in a democracy like ours, does it really make a difference? Should anyone even care or be concerned? Does it make Obama a better or worse president because of it? Certainly not. Because in a system of checks and balances, other thoughts and beliefs all represented equally in the institutions of our government, the religion of one man, regardless of where he sits in the power structure, is irrelevant because no one single person can control this government and society and economy. Besides, when you look at the “major” religions of the world, does anyone in this country realize that Islam is the most populous of all?

Sure, there’s fear of “them” and the unknown they bring to the table, and some of it is well founded: in our media age, it was hard to live through the attacks on September 11, 2001 without feeling some emotion, and when you realize it was a deliberate attack, those emotions just grow. But just as the Spanish Inquisition doesn’t represent the whole of Catholicism, and Isreali military attacks on innocent Palestinians don’t represent the whole of Judaism, those attacks on a couple of our country’s landmarks don’t represent the whole of Islam.

There’s been a paranoia fostered here, and I fear it’s the kind of paranoia that leads to dark times and unreasoned actions. For a society that has always viewed wars it’s involved in as a “we versus them” affair, when we’re fighting a relatively small group of Muslims, the “them” in the conflict unfortunately becomes all Muslims. And fighting an entire group of people and wanting to wipe them out or at least confine them and forcibly retrain their thinking becomes frighteningly close to genocide. Which, supposedly, our society has always been against (see: World War II, Chechnya, and Darfur).

So then, doesn’t that kind of thinking cast us in a light that makes us look as evil as the group we’re fighting against? After all, wasn’t the reason we were attacked in the first place in 2001 because those radicals found our religious beliefs and freedoms to be contrary to their beliefs?

The proposal for the mosque (we’ll address the semantics there in a moment) “at ground zero” is not new. That was proposed about a year ago, and was widely supported (including by many conservatives). Yet it too has become a political issue. Sure it’s a couple of blocks away, which means the definition of “ground zero” is deliberately fuzzy. But so too is the American definition of a mosque. A mosque, as defined in any dictionary you care to research (and I’ve looked through several online before writing this) is a Muslim house of worship. It is, for lack of a better term, a Muslim church. What has been proposed is a community center. Christians have separate churches and community centers. Heck, we even have separate schools. By the same definition, those are all churches. And I don’t think most Christians would define them as such, because they serve different roles: the church is for worship, the other physical buildings are all about outreach.

So, we’ve got to tighten our definitions quite a bit. And we need to stop being so paranoid. I mean honestly, would any criminal come back to the scene of the crime to plan his next crime? Terrorists might not be the most clear-thinking group of people on the planet, but they still have basic smarts enough to work to keep from getting caught. Planning your next move in a cave is vastly safer than from a building in the heart of hallowed ground where everyone knows what it’s for.

That said, is the imam a bit short-sighted to think this proposal was smart? Absolutely. But by now, backing out doesn’t save any face because it just looks like you’re giving up because of the outcry, not because you think it’s the right thing to do. But I’d hope there was that moment when someone looked across the table and said “Hmm…you think we really should put the community center there?

Humans are incredible creatures: we can do incredibly stupid things to ourselves and others, and incredibly painful things to each other. We can be unbelievably loving and also amazingly hateful and hurtful. We can be understanding and we can be simply ignorant. The human goal of being the best person you can be has fallen by the wayside, to a point where being the best person you can be is a definition made by someone else in your society and not by yourself as an intelligent, well-reasoned person. Contributing to society has become defined in terms of meaningless actions that are purely self-serving (making money and distributing it to others, becoming famous, and advancing in a career field). And this is the problem: we have always been meant to be a community, and for other communities to exist around us, and for all communities to exist if not in harmony, at least in peace and respect. And right now, even the community is starting to crumble.

Nothing seems to be sacred anymore: religious beliefs, people’s feelings, or even community. And for that, we all suffer, regardless of which side of the political or religious fences we find ourselves on.

See you tomorrow.


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