Posted: June 30th, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast | No Comments »
Well, Seth McFarlane is back with more Teddy Bear wise cracks.
That Wahlberg dude is back too.
Along with some funny cameos by Liam Neeson and Jay Leno.
Is the sequel to the surprise original any good, you might ask? Is it worth a trip to the cineplex?
Well, it has its funny moments.
But here’s what I do know. My review of the film is really funny, if I do say so myself. And I do.
So, I invite you to listen:
Posted: June 29th, 2015 | Filed under: Culture | No Comments »
Having given up the folly of subscribing to Louisville’s faux daily paper, what was once the heralded Courier-Journal, I found myself in need of a tactile fix.
I was missing the touch of newsprint through my fingers. So, a week ago, I sprang for the Sunday edition of the New York Times, vowing to myself to read each and every article top to bottom.
Knowing that attempting to do it in one day would be foolish, I gave myself a week.
How did I do, you surely are asking yourself?
Well, all was revealed — and reviled by my (n)ever nurturing host James — this past Saturday morning on FPK 91.9.
Find the podcast below:
Posted: June 28th, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast | No Comments »
When a flick wins both the Audience Award and Grand Jury Award at a prestigious film festival such as Sundance, we are expected to take notice.
And, well you should with “Me and Earl and the Dying Girl,” which is neither another run o’ the mill, coming of age in high school flick, or a teenager’s dying of cancer weepie.
Though those topics are addressed in a film far more dense.
Plus there are some very clever visuals, to go along with a wise screenplay and exemplary acting by the mostly young cast.
For more details, listen up:
Posted: June 28th, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast | No Comments »
Beautiful actors, who know what they’re doing.
And they do it well in this coming to accept one’s age flick, aimed at those creeping into their dotage.
The title is “I’ll See You In My Dreams,” and I can assure you it’s a well acted, well crafted movie.
For more pertinent details:
Posted: June 25th, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast | No Comments »
Though I’m a cranky old man, I do, on occasion, relish going to see a kid’s flick.
Lots of little ones, flittering about the theater, chatting each other up in excitement, belly flopping into barrels of popcorn.
And, assuming the film is in any way captivating, quieting down when the feature rolls, thereby allowing this old fellow to view the flick in relative peace and quiet.
Which I was able to do at the showing of Pixar’s latest, “Inside Out.”
My problem came later on, when it became, and still remains, difficult to fully comprehend my feelings about the heralded movie.
You can hear my musings here:
Posted: June 24th, 2015 | Filed under: Culture, Personalities | 1 Comment »
Rachel Dolezal’s name is the kind that pops up now and again in this insidious age of too much faux news and social media commentary. The kind of name with a relatively short public half life, the kind that, when mentioned in six months, or a year on, you say, “Oh yeah, wasn’t she the one . . . ?”
But Dolezal is still in the news, thanks to Maya Rudolph’s satirical take on the former Spokane NAACP leader, which comic shtick, as we’re wont to say these days, has gone viral on the internet.
We are inclined to make much ado about the trivial in these oversaturated media times. Dolezal’s 15 minutes of fame is curioser than most such momentary cultural flirtations.
In recent times, this woman born of Caucasian parents, has been passing herself off as an African-American. To nary a bit of harm to anyone or any organization or society as best I can determine.
For her out of the ordinary racial confusion — Which word may not be apt, but I use it for lack of any other description I can muster — Dolezal has become an object of derision. People seem forced to take sides. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: June 22nd, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Community, Culture | 3 Comments »
The true and experiential transitional moment came during the summer of my 13th year.
This was months after the ritual of my Bar Mitzvah, where I was called on a cold shabbos morning to say the prayers over the Torah, recite my Haftorah and deliver a canned “Dear parents, grandparents and friends” speech provided by my Rabbi. Upon the completion of which, I was considered an adult, according to the tenets of my Jewish faith.
Obviously there was plenty more to learn.
That summer, as with most in my youth, I worked at my parents’ handbag store at Sixth & Market Streets. On the fateful day, I was sent to bring back lunch for my dad, Sam Cohen and Joe Rosenthal. They owned the dress and shoe shops on the same block.
I was to go to the deli a couple of blocks away, and bring back sandwiches. I don’t recall the name of this deli, since it was not one of the more memorable of my youth. It had neither the panache nor longevity of Greenwald’s or Schneider’s on Bardstown Road, or the one run by Barry Sherman’s dad on Preston Street, where we stopped on Saturday evenings on the way home from the store, to get lox, bagel, corned beef, smoked fish, etc, for that night, and Sunday. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: June 22nd, 2015 | Filed under: Culture, Ruminations | No Comments »
Every once in awhile, I feel compelled to be serious, rather than full of shtick, during my Saturday morning FPK 91.9 radio gig.
In the wake of last week’s water main break, when juxtaposed with the societal tragedy of the Charleston church murders, I felt so inclined.
Grateful for the land where I live, but sad that we’re still inclined to violence, I touched on the subjects this past weekend.
Of course, there’s the usual banter with my host James, leading into what is a more sober essay than normal.
Hear it all here:
Posted: June 19th, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast | No Comments »
The reason we watch documentaries is to learn about things we don’t already know.
Well, I think so.
And one cultural niche I think very little about is haute couture.
So, with “Dior and I,” we now have a fascinating look at that world, how the fashion is conceptualized, and, even more interesting, created. By the loyal and dedicated atelier, those who sew and embroider the gowns.
That whole scene is on display in “Dior and I,” and I, for one, found it an interesting, worthwhile watch.
Posted: June 19th, 2015 | Filed under: Culture, Ruminations | 1 Comment »
Given the sad and bracing news that broke from Charleston later in the day, it was a most prescient moment.
Waiting for lunch companions at Yummy Pollo, a marvelous new chicken spot across Bishop Lane from the Board of Education, I had time to observe the diverse crowd of patrons, and their interaction.
Office workers from the nearby towers and B of E. Guys and gals who toil in the industrial area along Produce Lane. Residents from nearby Newburg. Interlopers from across town, meeting for their weekly lunch.
Plus the smiling, gracious owner of the place, and his staff, super friendly and crisp in their uniforms, with the restaurant logo embroidered on their shirts, serving that tastiest Peruvian roasted bird in the burg.
It made for great people watching. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: June 18th, 2015 | Filed under: Cinema, Film Reviews Podcast | No Comments »
The phenomenological query, of course, is why a film based on a long since stale weekly HBO series — that would be “Enotourage” — gets budgeted at all in Hollywoodland?
Especially since it’s sole purpose is to glamorize the shallowness of the whole film making culture out there.
Well, I don’t know.
I do know the film isn’t faring well at the box office.
I also know I didn’t find it so awfully bad, considering I knew what I was in for from the get go.
I also know my review is pretty funny, and I do say so myself.
Listen up, s’il vous plaint:
Posted: June 17th, 2015 | Filed under: Culture | 6 Comments »
This is not a happy day.
This is not how I thought it would end.
But, as someone more eloquent than myself once observed: All things must pass.
Just minutes ago, I cancelled my subscription to the Courier-Journal.
It is hard for me to fathom that I took that action, that I wrote that sentence.
Since the 5th grade, which was back in 19noneofyourbusiness — okay, the mid 1950s — I have read the paper first thing in the morning.
As a kid, I was the first one up. I’d go outside, get the C-J, read it with my cereal and milk. Then I’d be careful to fold the sections back up, as delivered, so my father wouldn’t complain.
When I went off to college in Virginia, I had the paper delivered mailed. Even a day or two later, it was always worth it.
I don’t know that I need to explain to anybody with any recent experience with the Courier-Journal how bad it has gotten. Read the rest of this entry »