In the words of Dr. Rei: "Hunger Strike is my favorite duet of all time." LOL! It was gold. Even if my go-to karaoke song was ridiculed beyond all measure (my karaoke song, which I think is in my range, is Janet Jackson's Again - which is a huge downer ballad that's a million minutes too long). We took turns randomly picking tunes from the 90s to play while we played Settlers last night and it was the most hilarious time of life. It was just the best. Except for the Dotytron's one illegal divergence into TTD (that's Terrence Trend D'Arby) territory. The song is amazing, and will probably get thrown into the DJ Fraaaaanche mix, but it was released in 1987.
Dr. Rei picked Ruffest Gunark and as soon as the opening bit came on, the Dotytron, Dr. Rei and myself immediately reverted to pure gunshots-in-the-air junglism.
Ahhh, the 90s. So awkward for me socially, so rewarding culturally.
I'm just gonna say right now, I would totally go back in time and rekindle my lust for both Dave Pirner of Soul Asylum AND Jason Newsted of Metallica.
We have seen a s**t-ton of movies lately. Here's my rundown.
Much has been made about the framing of the film - with Foxx's Django a silent, mute, black hero who is helped along by a white guide, and of how it depicts black American slaves as all-too willing accomplices in their own enslavement, waiting for white emancipators. I definitely see some merits in that, but I'm not sure that Django's silence isn't more to do with the tropes of the Western hero and less to do with his being a slave lackey.
Christoph Walz is entrancing. He is a wonderful Tarantino muse and he devours audience attention when he's on screen. It's hard to focus on the other actors when he's there. Leonardo DiCaprio was also extremely good - reminding me of what a great actor he can be.
I didn't think that Hugh Jackman made a good Jean Valjean. He favours a lot of vibratto, and his voice is very quavery, which means he never really hits the note. I also don't love the timbre of his voice. To me, he's more of a "Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gaaaaaaal" type of musical theatre performer (playing Peter Allen doesn't dispel this notion). More of a jazz hands and flying kicks type, instead of, as my sister would say, and Irish tenor (we have no idea what this means, but we feel that Colm is one). Anne Hathaway does a pretty good job of doing Fantine, and only indulges in a bit of Oscar-baiting scenery chewing - her voice was strong. I was expecting to hate Russell Crowe's inability to sing, and he did ruin certain songs for me, but I thought he was passable. The guy who played Marius, who has a face I don't usually love (too many freckles!!!), totally surprised me and I LOVED the guy who played Enjolras. Overall, it was moving, although I find Tom Hopper's insistence on weird, tight, off-kilter close-ups distracting and I thought some of Javert's costumes looked cheap.
Being an information professional subjected to n00b librarians and old geezer librarians constantly trying to stay relevant by hopping on whatever death knell for media trend is de rigeur (and without any rigorous analysis or criticism or knowledge of people, trends, desires, or technology), this doc was obviously wicked up my alley. It's basically about the New York Times and how they're struggling in the wake of bloggers and Twitter and aggregators and whathaveyou. It focuses a lot on media correspondent Gary Carr, who is this amazing, grizzled, former addict with a take-no-bulls**t attitude who's like, "I used to be a junkie, so no, I'm not worried about my future at the Times." It was awesome because it underscores how CONTENT IS EVERYTHING and how AUTHORITY MATTERS. I can't say that enough: CONTENT IS EVERYTHING. AUTHORITY MATTERS.
Okay. That's enough out of me for now.
Seventeen work-free days are drawing to a close so I'm going to combat a case of the Sunday blues by sitting on the couch and knitting and reading up a storm.