June 12th, 2010


Meme, Day 24!

Day 24 - That one awesome movie idea that still hasn’t been done yet
Several years ago, my answer would've been "A John Carter of Mars film!" Well, THAT'S HAPPENING. (Please be good, please be good...)

Day 24 - Best quote
"Ipsa this, you pissy little bitch," Andy Sipowicz says to HIS FUTURE WIFE AND THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD in the first episode of NYPD Blue. (Oh, and for those of you who didn't see that, Sipowicz grabs his crotch when he says that.) You learn GIGANTIC AMOUNTS about Sipowicz as a character from that one scene.

Actually, I don't know a good answer to this, so this is probably one of my less thought-out answers.

Something else to think about: often the dialogue on TV shows isn't all that good. It has to be stripped down to Important Detail, Important Detail, Important Detail, because you have so little time to tell your story. Joss Whedon and his writers can get around this, for example, as has been seen on Buffy, Angel and Firefly (I haven't seen enough Dollhouse to judge its dialogue) -- "Your logic is not Earth logic"; "I think the subtext is rapidly becoming text"; "That's April. She speaks with a strange evenness and chooses her words a shade too selectively." "Some guys like that sort of thing."; "Well. Here I am." -- but those shows, especially Season 1 Angel, sometimes go too far in the clever direction. To the point I was sometimes watching the first season of Angel and saying "Please, people, SAY WHAT YOU MEAN." Too many lines seemed like cleverness calisthenics. Whedon's shows sometimes lapse into that.

Okay, that was a little more thought-out.

World Cup

It's World Cup time.

I'm getting back into soccer/football myself; I played as a kid in Southern California and Northern Virginia, but drifted away from the game. I wasn't that good, but I had fun with it. I also had family members and other people around me who enjoyed the game, and were good at it. (Other sports, too. One uncle was part of a college championship baseball squad; a cousin was on a high school basketball team that won state.)

My first real exposure to the World Cup was in 1990. It helped that family was visiting with an exchange student, Roscindo, who they were hosting. Roscindo was (presumably still is) from Argentina. We watched the games on the Spanish-language channels in deference to him, because as he pointed out, the English-language broadcasters just weren't as interesting in their comments as the Spanish-language broadcasters.

I'm paying more attention to soccer, with Portland about to become a major-league soccer town. I've learned how many soccer/football fans I know. I've been more and more impressed with the level of play you're capable of getting in this game. It also hits me: there's no "trash time" in soccer. As much as I like American football, the tension can slacken like deflated balls at the end of games. Basketball, too. Soccer's more likely to have drama take place in the last minute than in almost any other game...especially since with the referee's time-tracking that's required due to game delays, the 90-minute mark doesn't necessarily mean the game is finished, so the players have to keep hustling. They run miles in each game, literally. How many miles will players run in the next month?

It's World Cup time. Play well, young men.

And even if you don't appreciate soccer/football, you may appreciate this:

Later: More World Cup-related ad goodness, this time Terry Gilliam's 2002 Nike ad that was a BIG reason Elvis's "A Little Less Conversation" got cultural currency again:

Whale fluke

Murder-Mayhem*, in Fictional Form

It's a small relief that I can now get pleasure out of mysteries. I'd rarely gotten much out of them, and didn't gravitate to them. I have, however, gotten interested in Sue Grafton's work, and I just finished "D" Is For Deadbeat. I was intrigued from Page 1 of the first book, which I read New Year's weekend while visiting my friend Alicia in Eugene; she'd borrowed a compendium of the series's first three books from the library, and I read her the first paragraph, and both of us realized this could be something we'd like. I read the first back in April; read Two and Three just last month. The folks have, I think, all of the paperbacks, so I have easy access to more.

I'll pace myself a little more from now on. I do know from multiple fans that the series hits the trap of being predictable to an extent, though Kinsey's charisma and sarcasm probably make that easier to take and Grafton is a good enough author not to fall too thoroughly into that problem. Also, I realized I want to read about more than people being nefarious towards each other. Murder-mysteries require murder, and I don't want to read about murder after murder after murder after murder.

Mom and Dad are fans, and they'd done the visualization thing of "If there were a Kinsey Millhone movie series or TV series, who should play her?" I like Dad's idea of the great Kathryn Erbe from Law and Order: Criminal Intent and, among many other things, Stir of Echoes (where she gets a scene that I like a lot). Let Erbe put on a few more pounds, as Kinsey's not in ripped shape, and she'd fit. She also could pull off the sarcasm and humor. Though Grafton has said she doesn't want film or TV versions and has gone as far as say she'd haunt her family if they sold the rights posthumously, so probably not. No biggie. Plus I could easily see such adaptation being done badly, like by Lifetime, which would probably want more sex in the stories (too bad the J.D. Robb SF-mysteries (which I wrote about here) would cost too much for Lifetime to do!). The books will still exist.

* "Murder-Mayhem" is the way a reporter I used to work with in Hermiston, Oregon would refer to anything nefarious. Said reporter seemed a little too eager to use the phrase. The term remains lodged in my head a decade later.

Warmth, glorious warmth. And dry. Gloriously dry.

Today finally felt like a summer day. THANK YOU, day. The cool-and-wet period Portland's had for WELL OVER A MONTH (with exceptions here and there, like last Saturday) has paused: we're going to be warm and dry for at least a bit. I celebrated with getting out. I gladly didn't celebrate with getting sunburned.