Showing posts with label Billy Wilder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Billy Wilder. Show all posts

Sunday, 1 December 2024

More Bach, and It's Winter

There will also be info on recent films viewed, so just hang in there.  In local news I have recently reconnected with a childhood best friend.  Dino and I hung out all through high school and into a few college years.  He moved to Toronto to work, like most of my Sudbury friends, while Deb and I headed to Windsor.  Dino and I were avid readers as kids, mostly of fantasy and SF, and he still reads a lot.  He and his second wife have a cottage northeast of Toronto, and they have visited Detroit with us once.  Dino is Canadian/Italian, and has travelled a fair bit with his wife, including visits to Italy, where he was born.  We seem to have reconnected, which is a good thing.  His mother is also still alive and living in Sudbury, so that is where we will likely meet again, hopefully in the Spring.

A few posts back I discussed the 2-part keyboard inventions of J. S. Bach.  I will be performing #9 at my next recital.  I will also perform #9 of the Three-Part Inventions, also in F Minor.  With the three part works listeners and performers get 50 % more notes.  Though Bach somehow makes 2 part writing sound full and intense, adding a 3rd voice makes a lot of difference to the richness of both complexity and harmony.  Unlike the 2-part works, I have not learned (yet) all 15 of the 3-part ones.  I am currently learning my 6th one.  While each set of inventions, both 2 and 3 part, cover all the emotional bases, #9 of the three part set goes way beyond anything else in either series, or even in much of his other keyboard writing.  At first I had difficulty getting a handle on the depth of the work and its single-minded affect, or emotion.  It is a very slow piece based on only three notes, initially F, Ab and G.  Bach was a very religious man, and most of his greatest pieces are religious in nature.  The only thing to which I can compare invention #9 is Christ bearing the cross and carrying it up the mount.  The three notes could represent three steps taken, then a pause, then three more steps, and so on.  There are many extreme dissonances in the work, sometimes making it difficult to tell if the performer is actually playing the correct notes.  Thus a lot of pain is being expressed, and not just a physical kind.  As just a piece of music without any religious connotations, it is still a truly sublime work, whose deep feelings immediately affect me when I begin to practice it.  It is probably one of two extremely minimalist works on the program, which is the theme of this recital.
 
For something completely different, I will talk about the Haydn Sonata I will be playing during an upcoming blog. 
 
Turning now to weather, one day it was November and the next it was January.  And it's going to stick around.  It snowed a tiny bit on Thursday and some of it is still around three days later.  Usually that kind of snowfall is gone by afternoon.  With the Great Lakes still being quite warm compared with the air, lake effect snowstorms have shut down many highways and towns in both the US and Canada.  Our snow in A'burg comes from Lake Michigan, luckily a long distance from us.  We get very little from lake effect snowstorms.  However, some areas have had nearly 48" (4') of snow.  A bit too much for me to contemplate.  A big snowstorm is usually 10-12".  We get one here about once a decade.  In Sudbury they get about two per year.  But 48"?  Seriously?  There are still people stranded on Ontario highways, who have been there over 10 hours.  Even the snowplows are getting stuck.  The interesting thing is that this thing was predicted.  Also, you could see it happening on weather radar.  So what do idiots do?  Get in their car and drive.  Even truckers and other professional drivers should know better; yet there they are, stuck during a blizzard on the highway.
 
In movie news, there are three to report.  Deb's leaving choice was Francis Coppola's mini-disaster of a film, One From The Heart, Reprise.   The 1989 version nearly sunk Coppola, it was such a flop.  Reprise is a re-edited version from 2004.  If this version is an improvement, I would not wish to ever see the original.  Tom Waits wrote and performs much of the music.  There are way too many songs, all sounding pretty much the same.  A couple seems in love at the beginning (Frederic Forrest and Terry Garr).  However, they soon fight and she leaves him.  Neither are interesting characters at the beginning, and they never change.  She meets up with Raul Julia.  They seem to hit it off, and don't make a bad couple.  He meets up with Nastassja Kinski.  Despite her energy and charm, he wants his original woman back.  She rebuffs him again and again.  He is the kind of guy that needs a restraining order.  She is not happy with him, but at the end goes back to him, leaving Julia stranded at the airport just before their flight to Bora Bora (of course it's all on his dime).  This is the entire plot, without nothing left out.  It is a far too simplistic plot to hold attention more than 15 minutes.  We both struggled to get through it.  It features a wonderfully moody fake LA, with terrific lighting and photography.  But give it a miss, unless you simply have to see every Nastassja film ever.  She is cute in this one, too, and does a high wire act.
 
The film has left Criterion. 
 
After that she chose something warm and comforting.  We rewatched The Private Life Of Sherlock Holmes.  It's a poor title for this wonderful film, with a Holmes who blunders badly (which is why we've never heard of the story before) and a Watson who comes very close to being irritating, but just manages to escape it.  Christopher Lee plays an aloof and self-superior Mycroft.  There is a wonderful scene where the snobbish Mycroft has to listen to Queen Victoria praise Holmes and his adventures, which Mycroft detests.  This might be our 3rd viewing, but it's been as long time.  After suffering through the Coppola, it was as if a window had been opened to fresh Scottish air.  It was written and produced by Billy Wilder and stars Robert Stephens and Colin Blakely.

The film is showing on Prime. 
 
My main choice this week was Robocop, a film we had somehow managed to never see (like Hellboy).  It takes place in a futuristic Detroit, and is great comic book fun from start to finish.  From 1987 and directed by Paul Verhoeven, it was mostly filmed in Dallas.  A cop is brutally gunned down by a mob, and is somehow brought back in the form of a superhuman robot.  But his old memories come back when he is in his new metal skin.  He remembers the bad guys, and decides to take them down.  Of course the real bad guy is a white collar boss of a huge company trying to sell their own brand of private army to the city to tackle crime.  Lots of fun to watch, since the bad guys actually get the worst of it.  Way ahead of the Marvel movies et al, this one is a pretty good movie.  One major slip was that Anne Lewis, his original patrol partner, sees him killed, sees the faces of the bad guys, but never thinks to go after them.  Screwy.  The film went on to several sequels, as well as video games, comics, toys, and the rest of the media junk that follows a cult hit, especially a violent one.  I am on the lookout for the 2014 remake.

Now showing on Prime.

 
Mapman Mike


 

Saturday, 27 August 2022

Cement--The Final Chapter

What began as a home improvement project with a strict budget became something of a nightmare for us this summer.  It began around June 5th (see that blog for some photos) when workmen arrived to replace our front stairs and repair part of the driveway near them.  They were also prepared to put fresh cement on our large front patio.  In addition to the cement work, we had ordered new eaves troughs.  Everything was budgeted at just over $10,000.  Since no travel was planned, it seemed a good time to get this work done.  Well, when all was said and done, we had spent a total of $20,000, and the front patio was never done.  Instead, we found the foundation leading into the garage had totally disintegrated, and needed to be replaced.  First, it was the year of crazy inflation, with cement being one of the worst products to buy at this time.  The price skyrocketed and availability shrank alarmingly.  

It was also the summer of nearly $3000 in unforeseen dental bills for both of us.  Deb had a tricky tooth extraction, and I broke a tooth.  So we are $13,000 poorer than expected at this point.  That is also very ironic, because we have had a large amount sitting in a savings account for years now, earning practically no interest whatsoever.  And now that savings accounts are paying decent interest rates, well, our savings account is down a lot.  And so life marches on.

Anyway, the driveway and foundation repair project was finally completed on Friday.  Huzzah!

Cement being poured onto the driveway in front of the garage.

The finished job.  However, it wasn't long before several mysterious bird footprints appeared in the fresh cement, there to remain forever more.  In about a week, the car can return to the garage.  It's been outside all summer.

In film news, there are two to report on, both Deb's choices.  Chameleon Street is a 1989 independent film based an actual Detroit conman, a drop out who impersonated a lawyer, a surgeon (he actually performed over 30 hysterectomies), a reporter, and various other professionals (I take note that he stayed away from classrooms--this guy was smart).  The film won the grand jury prize at Sundance in 1990.  Afterwards, it virtually disappeared.  It was resurrected 30 years later, and is now showing on Criterion.  The film has some very funny moments, but overall is quite disjointed.  One of the funniest scenes shows him as a dad with his little girl, threatening her with a knife.  He cuts his arm twice, then begins to cut her throat. She is remarkably calm.  Then mom pops out of the bedroom and begins to scold him for making such a mess, a mess that she will have to clean up.  Of course it is a trick knife with fake blood coming out as it cuts, but viewers don't know this until after mom comes out.  Definitely worth catching.  Watch for Mayor Coleman Young in a cameo appearance.  I so miss that cantankerous man!

Now showing on Criterion. 

For her leaving this month choice, Deb picked the taut theatrical war drama Five Graves To Cairo, starring Franchot Tone, Anne Baxter, and Erich Von Stroheim.  The Germans are marching on Cairo, and seem unstoppable.  Tone survives the desert after his tank is taken out of service and his crew killed.  He stumbles into a desert hotel, and takes the identity of a German spy, who was actually just killed in a German air raid.  Von Stroheim is superb as Rommel, and the dingy hotel setting is perfect, making the film as much noir as it is war.  Directed by Billy Wilder, it is from 1943, and is based on actual North Africa events from 1942.

Leaving Criterion August 31st. 

It is film festival weekend, the last weekend of the month.  Since it is my turn, I have selected a collection of 17 short films from Criterion, all Oscar contenders from 1953 onwards.  It will begin tomorrow.  We also have plans to watch the 2nd season of Cliff, and more M R James stories from Britbox.

Join me for my next blog, which will likely deal with the books I have read this past month.  See you then!

Mapman Mike

 


 

Sunday, 30 January 2022

Indoor Pursuits

It's still cold, and hasn't risen above 0 C since January 19th.  It is scheduled to rise above on Tuesday, for one lousy day, and return to severe cold.  However, since we are still missing out on the big snowfalls, I am not complaining too bitterly.  To help keep me warm I have been expanding my road trip blog (link above left), with thoughts of New Mexico desert and mountains uppermost in my mind.  One or two ships pass by every day, but always preceded by an ice cutter.  The American and Canadian coast guards are keeping one narrow shipping lane open in the river.

American coast guard ice cutter, during a brief snowstorm on the Detroit River.  Two ships are due southbound later today. 

It's been a while since I have posted an art image from the DIA.  Today's artist emigrated from Scotland in the 1800s and settled in Detroit.  There are several works by this unique landscape painter, more influenced by European traditions than American.  Here is my favourite painting by him.

Graveyard By The Sea, ca 1875. Robert Hopkin, 1829-1909.  Oil on canvas.  Unfamed 45" x 54".  Collection Detroit Institute of Arts.

In film watching news, we are in the midst of Deb's film festival weekend.  Earlier in the week I had chosen three more episodes of the slightly bizarre but fun 1915-16 serial Les Vampires, about a criminal gang in Paris being hunted by a reporter.  We have finished episode six.  Irma Vep has been captured by a rival gang leader, and has been hypnotized into killing her boss.  Four more episodes remain.

My leaving this month choice was a short, very fast paced film called The Big Steal, from 1949.  Jane Greer is a marvel as an independent woman tracking down her fiancee in Mexico, after he borrowed two thousand dollars from her and disappeared.  She gets mixed up with Robert Mitchum and William Bendix in this amusing road movie, with probably the most intense car chase scene in any movie to that date, and likely well beyond.  Filmed in Mexico, the movie packs a lot of fun and adventure into 70 minutes.

Leaving Criterion January 31st. 
 
Deb's pick to start off the weekend was called Ace In The Hole, starring Kirk Douglas as a much-fired big city newspaper man on the lookout for his big story break.  He ends up in Albuquerque, working for the paper there.  He is on his way to cover a rattlesnake hunt when he comes across a disaster story in the making.  A man is trapped in an old mine, and soon Douglas is running the show.  And what a show it becomes.  This is likely the most cynical movie of all time, and a true pain to watch.  There are no good reporters, and certainly none who can dig out the real story here, which is Douglas and a crooked sheriff trying to extend the trapped man's agony for a full week by drilling to his rescue, instead of getting him out the normal way in 16 hours or less.  Filmed west of Gallup, NM.  It must have been quite a production, from Billy Wilder.

Showing on Criterion until Jan. 31st.

I'll be back soon with the January reading summary.
 
Mapman Mike