Never ever trust an accomplished famous person who says in an interview:
Every day is an exciting opportunity to be creative. I have a strong work ethic. I just don’t get depressed.
This goes double for any formerly regular individual who is profiled because of something awful that they recently endured.
Each second is precious now. It can all get taken from you in a moment – in my case it almost did. So I appreciate friends, family, even the ants on my front stoop. Everything, all of it, is good.
Oh. Please. Make it stop.
Some days (or weeks) are just tiring or even awful. Like the seasons, life runs in cycles. (Note: I just realized I sounded like one of those two I quoted above. Yikes!). There’s nothing wrong with admitting you’re a bit tired, burnt out or even sad. Yes – there are works of art waiting to be created that you can start right now but chocolate and potato chips and reruns of your favorite bad reality show feel a lot better right now. Each of them tastes good. And even if you’re not devouring them, somehow it just feels reassuring to know that they’re there to take a bite of whenever you want. Which inevitably will lead to a meal, who are we kidding? But, as we’ve already concluded, it’s okay to down that, or even be down with the idea of it. No one’s advocating it as a way of life – tempting as that might be at any given moment when you don’t feel like taking on the world.
This week was one of those weeks for me. No particular reason. Though I would like to blame it on the government shutdown brought to you by the childish temper tantrums of ultra right wing America. Yes, I drink a lot of green tea – which is good for your digestion and is supposed to be restorative – but long ago I recognized this simple fact:
Life is not a Tea Party, nor will it, or should it, ever be.
By the way, there is nothing at all wrong with thinking this way – politically or as a life philosophy. If it’s all good then you’re forced to believe things like cancer and Sarah Palin moose hunting and peas and carrots in a can have to be put on the positive list. And we all know that’s just plain dumb. At least as dumb as one of the other two live things listed above (and I don’t mean the moose).
So what to do? Well, there’s this world out there that most of the entire greater world is obsessed with. That world is appropriately called: entertainment. And, call me crazy (which many have and presumably are still yet to do), this week there was a lot to choose from.
I’m all for creativity, psychotherapy, hanging out with friends and overindulging with food or your _________ of choice to a point. But if you’re one of the gazillions of people out there who still like a good new-fashioned movie, TV show or, well, other diversions, know this: summer is over and a bunch of new stuff is available for any one over 18 needing to escape a little. (Note: Those under 18 – I’m not including you here because everything else in the world of entertainment caters to you. Still, if you want to sneak a peak at any of this stuff, I can’t stop you. Just like I can’t stop you from posting a photo of your cat doing pushups on Instagram).
In any event, here is a small but select list of what can get you through.
Believe the hype but cut it in half so your expectations won’t be too high. At a taut 91 minutes, Gravity is one of those movies that you’re sure is going to bore or disappoint you but somehow manages to get under your skin and stay there – in a great way.
There will be no spoilers here but as you can probably tell from the poster, Sandra Bullock plays a woman up in space that…well, that’s all you need to know. Yes, there are lots of shots of stars, sky and things being weightless. However, these are all done in service of something quite unusual in this genre of film – a story, and a small one at that.
The innovation here is that small doesn’t have to mean bad in the age of the major studio blockbusters. Small can be large in terms of excitement, emotion and box-office dollars as this creation from the director Alfonso Cauron and his son, Jonas, who co-wrote the screenplay, proves.
Not interested in space or the space program, you say? No problem. Here’s how uninterested I am and have always been in the space program. When Neil Armstrong became the first man to walk on the moon in 1968 and all of America was kvelling about one of our guys becoming #1 before the world, do you know what little 12-year-old me was doing? Sitting alone in the playground of my apartment building looking down at the dirt. Yes, you heard me. I did this because I felt quite strongly that the U.S. should not be spending millions of dollars in space when funds were being cut in this country for the underprivileged at the same time we were supporting an unjust war in Vietnam. If the US government didn’t care enough about the innocents we were killing overseas and our fellow human beings we were turning our backs on in our own country, I would under no circumstances support a macho adventure to unknown parts of the universe that seemed to cater to the testosterone driven needs of us having to be first just so we could have universal bragging rights. So I sat in the playground and pretended I was nowhere. And each time anyone brought up or asked me about where I was or what I thought of the moon landing I said my piece. (Surprise!). Obviously, I still am.
Though I probably would do it all over again exactly the same way, Gravity made me feel like I was making up for what everyone says I missed. Finally, I was not only in space but was more in the actual minds of people who bravely go into those unknown frontiers rather than in the company of the relentless patriot drumbeat of the US patriarchy. The latter is the kind of group that used to like to make fun of me in school that I would do anything to not be around. It’s probably why I was indifferent to the last big space astronaut space movie of our time, The Right Stuff, and why for me Gravity soared. (Note: See the wordplay I did there?)
Plus – prediction: Gravity will win best picture and Sandra Bullock will win best actress. Sorry Cate Blanchet in Blue Jasmine and apologies 12 Years A Slave, the latter of which I have not yet seen. You just get a feeling about these things.
AMERICAN HORROR STORY: COVEN
In its third season, AHS is like the ex-lover you vow never again to let in your house but the one who you always wind up in bed with when you’re lonely. Yet with AHS it’s become more than a booty call. It has graduated to something dependable to which a new name should be attributed. Use your imagination. Or better yet, don’t even question it.
After a first season where a mysterious man in a rubber suit seduces any number of people around him, and a second season where Jessica Lange got to sing and dance The Name Game along with all of the rest of the inmates in the Asylum, I was unsure how much further or more imaginative they could get. Have no fear – Kathy Bates has come to the rescue as a Civil War era torturess conjured up from the past by The Supreme. No, that’s not Diana Ross or Mary Wilson but the most all-powerful of witches in the secret coven of 2013 witches. These witches don’t have a pointed hats or wars though they do occasionally wear black. They are like the cast and audience of a Kardashian family reality show. And their Supreme is none other than, whom else – Ms. Lange herself.
Is this brilliant TV? No. Is this great TV? Yes, YES, YES.
It’s grotesque, politically incorrect, nightmarish and shamelessly campy. And – I wouldn’t miss a minute of it. Neither should you.
SHORT TERM 12
This year’s little movie that could. I’m not sure what it means for a movie to have rottentomatoes positive scores of 99% from movie critics and 94% from movie audiences but it must be something good. A good rule of thumb is to not put too much stock in these ratings but in this case – well, after watching the film you’ll see how right and rare it is when audiences and movie critics agree.
ST12 tells the story of a young couple who work at a facility for discarded adolescents from the juvenile system who live in housing on a temporary basis and receive counseling and participate in support groups in order to help them through the sad circumstances of their lives. So why rush out to something so depressing, particularly if you are feeling down, tired or just randomly depressed? Because there is something rare and affirming about briefly living stories about young people told in a true, honest and non-movie like way on a small canvas by mostly non-stars. You might recognize Brie Larson and John Gallagher Jr. from television or film as the young couple but chances are you will be blown away by how many unknown teenage actors there are who can really act when given the material to do so. For that the credit goes to its neophyte filmmaker, Destin Daniel Cretton – whose next movie will be a major studio film starring Jennifer Lawrence. See – even the film business can occasionally be fair.
It should be encouraging to those aspiring to follow in the footsteps of Mr. Cretton to learn that the low-budget ST12 began life as a short film and then was expanded into feature script that no one really cared about until it won one the Motion Picture Academy’s prestigious Nicholl Fellowships in screenwriting. The Lesson: don’t give up – keep getting better.
HBO’s Valentine Road
Sometimes when I’m out of sorts it helps me to get infuriated at the injustices in the world – the stories of people I can identify with who’ve had it far, far worse than I. To some extent this was the case in Short Term 12, but to every extent this is what it’s like to watch the HBO documentary Valentine Road.
In 2008, an eighth grader named Lawrence King was shot and murdered in point blank range by his classmate, 14-year-old Brandon McInerney in front of a bunch of students. Does it matter than young Mr. King identified as gay and liked to wear women’s clothes while the classmate who killed him was leaning towards White Supremacy, guns and had a troubled family life? Some of the jury tasked with ruling on the murder clearly thought so even as this film by Marta Cunningham leaves us to decide by as much as possible presenting both sides.
As a gay man of a certain age it outraged me to see how callous and ignorant a group of educated adults in Oxnard, CA – a neighborhood just outside my adopted hometown of Los Angeles – can be on lgbt issues and just how sympathetic and self-identifying they can be towards a young person who uses bullets instead of conversation in order to fight back against unwanted attention from an lgbt youth. At times, I couldn’t help but flashback to the too common gay panic defense used decades ago by defendants accused of murdering homosexuals. But then I checked my Filofax (yes, I still use one – get over it!) calendar and realized it’s not 1953 but 2013. Wow, is there still a lot of work to do.
And on the other side of the spectrum – when you can’t sleep and need a non-pharmaceutical dose of the drowsy, there is:
Up Late with Alec Baldwin
Granted, I still haven’t gotten over his abusively hideous phone message to his young daughter several years ago even though his daughter has. Which is not shocking since I’m still complaining about the 1968 moon landing. Still, I along with everyone else loved Mr. Baldwin on 30 Rock. Plus, as a dangerously obsessive fan of too many MSNBC shows (yeah, Rachel, Alex, Chris M. & Chris H. – you complete me) I figured – let’s give Alec a chance. Like me, he’s a liberal and unlike me he gets paid truckloads of money to be funny while evoking smart and generally entertaining. What could be bad?
Everything, that’s what. Oy vey.
Seated at a banquette on a set made to look like the kind of wood-paneled men’s club in NYC in the sixties that most of you readers would never get invited to, Mr. Baldwin is only missing his cigarettes and scotch. Which frankly, I wish he would have had because either might have loosened him up and given us the AB we’ve grown to love and sometimes even lovingly hate. In any case, either of those are AB’s we’re never, ever, ever bored by.
It’s only one episode so perhaps it will improve but right now we’re talkin’ snooze fest. He spent an hour interviewing one of the more interesting NYC mayor candidates in recent memory, Bill de Blasio and made him seem as exciting as Ben Stein interviewing himself on an off day.
If you’re expecting Jack Donaghy, forget it – Mr. Baldwin now wants to be taken seriously. He’s striving to be Charlie Rose but we want him to be Madame Rose (Note: that’s a Gypsy reference) taking us on a slightly eccentric tour of the world of politics and entertainment. He instead seems bent on participating in a wonky policy discussion on raising taxes and funding education, all the while presenting his own ideas on what might work and not work alongside a real insider. This would be akin to watching Mr. de Blasio trade comedic barbs with Tina Fey or 20 years ago starring on Broadway shirtless, as Mr. Baldwin did, opposite a pre-witchy Jessica Lange in A Streetcar Named Desire. Okay, perhaps not quite that, but certainly a dull, dull, dull attempt at something that does not lend itself to his ample skills.
I might tune in next week when AB interviews Debra Winger but only because, well – how often do you get to see Debra Winger anywhere anymore???
And finally – if all else fails – I, and you, might just tune in to any:
RANDOM NEWS SHOWS
Given where we are right now, this will never cease to be entertaining.
Timely random items this week included:
- Congresswoman Michele Bachmann, who sits on the House INTELLIGENCE Committee, telling an interviewer, on television and in public, that the biblical End of Times is upon us and that Pres. Obama is an open Al Qaeda sympathizer.
- Congressman & House Majority Leader John Boehner, presiding over the current government shutdown of things like the Head Start Program, our national parks, and various veterans benefits while deeming the Congressional gym an essential service that must remain open.
- Ben Carson, an African American man, an ultra right wing speechifier, a retired neurosurgeon, and a recipient of the Presidential Medal of Freedom (you can thank Dubya for that), this week calling Obamacare (nee the Affordable Care Act): the worst thing to happen in this nation since slavery.
With tidbits like those, you don’t need Gravity to send you to the moon. Or space travel of any kind to make it feel like you live in a parallel universe. Sometimes, what’s right in front of you, is all too punny enough.