Wednesday, June 10, 2020

The Adventure Resumes

Oh, this "lockdown" has been tedious. Not so much for me: my normal life before coronavirus wasn't so very different from life in lockdown. Still, plans were upset.

Several years ago I acknowledged that I had driven my little convertible into the ground, as expected, and I got rid of it with the expectation that I would find something else to replace it with; another convertible, newer and possessed of a longer
The Old One
lifespan than a 13-year-old car with close to 200,000 miles on it, but one with the legroom and trunkroom that I absolutely require for the kind of travelling I like to do; and one with something like the sexy flowing lines of the old convertible.

Well, surprise, surprise: after a search of 4 or 5 years, I accepted the fact that there simply are no newer convertibles that  have the particular combination of attributes I wanted. There are beautiful cars out there, to be sure; I'm particularly attracted to the large Mercedes convertible. But none of those pretty cars, including especially the large Mercedes, have sufficient trunk room. Once you put the top down, an adequate stowage compartment becomes a slot for a briefcase. And other pretty convertibles start out with a too-small trunk.And others have cockpits so restrictive that I can barely slide under the steering wheel.

So last year I did some reflecting, and decided that, given the limited time I have left to do the kind of travelling I want (even though I'm still only 49 again), and the limited demands I make on my road car -- averaging 40 mph on back roads, even for days at a stretch, just isn't the sort of challenge a decent vehicle, even an old one, will succumb to -- I decided that what I need is another old sexy Jag. So I bought one, in January, in California. Drove it home just in time to beat the virus to South Texas. (Possibly worse.) And so it's been pretty much sitting in my driveway, laughing at me, as I cancel one planned trip after another, waiting for some place to go.


The New One

Enough. I can "social distance" as well in a car by myself as I can in my own neighbourhood. While in past travels I have occasionally met new people, and even developed a handful of good long-distance friendships with people from across the country, and renewed some old relationships, there's I see no reason why I should feel more at risk talking briefly to a masked hotel desk clerk or a waitress in a cafe in some remote hillside community in Kentucky than I already am when fondling groceries at the local supermarket, or having coffee and chilaquiles in the local taquería. So, why sit home?

And so, my county count will resume. Come Thursday, I'm heading out. First I plan to drive the entire length of Natchez Trace Parkway (I've already driven most of it: 40 mph on a nice country road uninterrupted by cross-traffic for 8 hours), then I'm off for a wander through the backroads of Tennessee and Kentucky, visiting counties I've never been to before. (There are plenty in Kentucky, and I won't get to all of them; there are fewer in Tennessee, but I'll only get to about half of what's left.) Then, up into Ohio, where there are six counties I've never seen, all in the northwest part of that state, so I will get to all of them, and that will make Ohio the 32nd state that I finish with. I'll get to some counties in Indiana and Missouri on the way home, but again, won't finish with those. (I could, easily, if I was willing to take the time, but the Merseyside Derby is set to take place on Father's Day, and I want to be home in time to watch it with my wife. It matters, especially this year. Certainly more than a few additional counties in the midwest.)

In past years, I would post prolix accounts of my trips as I went along. (As here, for example.) That got inconvenient when I travelled with friends, as there was usually something more interesting to do than type all evening. So I just started posting links to the pictures I took that day. Then that got inconvenient, as technology issues often got in the way. So I switched to just posting links to the photo albums when I got home. Well, this time I'll be travelling alone again, so I figure to have not much else to do of an evening than post travelogues every evening, or at least most evenings, wifi permitting. That plan was threatened by the fact that both of my computers were out of action, one dead, one dying. But today my little Macbook Air was saved from the rubbish heap by the timely intercession of a not-too-inconveniently-located repair shop (and two hundred dollars), no thanks to Apple and its poorly designed website.* So I will have my little computer along, and my camera batteries are charging as I type, and maybe there will be something of interest to take a picture of, once I get to Natchez.

Stay tuned.
The County-Count Status Map (not totally up-to-date)

* for example: I forgot my Apple ID, so I clicked on the "forget?" link ... and the first thing it tells you to do is enter your Apple ID. Duh.

Friday, January 10, 2020

Best Films of 2019

There were some pleasant surprises during this past year, and of course some resounding disappointments; but there were very few films that I regret having paid to see ... mainly because I saw most of the really bad ones on second run, and there just aren't many movies that are a waste of a dollar (or two; prices have gone up). One came really close, though.

The year's best (in descending order):

All is True: Shakespeare in retirement. This film would get my vote for best movie of the year, and for Oscars for Kathryn Wilder ("Judith") and director Kenneth Branagh.

Judy: Renée Zellweger absolutely becomes Judy Garland. Poignant, subtle, intense and moving.

Stuber: Seriously, a very good buddy film. Very funny, and very well written. A real surprise.

Shazam: Good performances, excellent special effects and a not-too-
silly coming-of-age story combine with a solid script that was, mercifully, light on Marvel Studios' usual shallow philosophy.

Black and Blue: A surprisingly insightful look at the struggle people face with expectations of divided loyalties, it manages to avoid most cheap sentimental mush.

Once Upon a Time ... in Hollywood: What would've happened if the Manson Family had gotten the wrong address that night. A better screenwriter could've told the story in about half an hour less, though, and a better director would have made him get the writing tighter.



The best of the rest (kind of in descending order): 

On the Basis of Sex: the Ruth Bader Ginsburg's story from her entrance to law school to hir first big court win. A good story, a good performance, a good period piece.

Hotel Mumbai: A telling of the story of the terrorist attacks in Mumbai, and a very good telling at that: effective but brief set-up to introduce the scene and the characters, then deep exploration of the reactions of hotel staff and guests, with minimal "humanizing" of the terrorists.

JoJo Rabbit: World War II through the eyes of a ten-year-old Hitler Youth. This touching film is beautifully shot and the writing is amusing, despite the sad subject. Plus, it's always impressive when a child actor give a subtly nuanced performance.

Instant Family: A real tearjerker, with a choppy script but a wonderful story. I really wanted to slap the bitch playing the adoptive mom, but someone in the film did it for me.

Gemini Man: Once you get past the "youthification" technology that can make Will Smith look 25 again, you find you're watching a pretty good action film.

The Best of Enemies: The technical limitations of a small budget are masterfully overcome by a stirring, even amazing, story and solid performances by all the principals.

Brittany Runs a Marathon: I laughed a little; I cried a little more. A warm, funny story and workmanlike film. 

The Upside: Predictable, yes, and unlikely "based-on-a-true-story" story, it was kept surprisingly interesting by good performances from both principals, Kevin Hart and Bryan Cranston.

Rocketman: The music makes a good accompaniment to this Elton John biopic, looking back through 50 years of fantasy-filtered memory. An excellent performance by Taron Egerton makes it hard to remember that, in reality, Bernie Taupin's lyrics weren't usually about Elton John.

Long Shot: Seth Rogen gets hired by his former babysitter, who is now Secretary of State. If you can ignore the politically correct claptrap, there's some really funny stuff in this movie -- much more than one usually finds in his work.

Downton Abbey: An opulent continuation of a television series that I gave up on after three seasons. The situations are contrived, and the script tries to cover too many characters' problems, making the film's story feel superficial. Still, it's gratifying to see the honour of unglamourous work presented without apology.

Knives Out: Crammed full of stars from the B+ list (including former Marvel Action Heroes hoping to have further careers), this film's entertaining but silly plot amuses with red herrings but doesn't actually twist.



The rest that were good enough (in no particular order):

Bumblebee: another surprisingly good action film, from the Transformer series. The story's good, albeit trite, and the cardboard villains are ... well, cardboard. Excellent special effects help make this movie entertaining, though it really could have used some development of the potentially romantic side-story.

The Kid Who Would Be King: Morgana's costume was magnificent, and the English countryside was a great asset to this production. The special effects were all well-designed, but execution was not always to the highest standard: while Merlin's transformations were exemplary (and generally amusing as well), the movement of the Undead Warriors' horses seemed too jerky. And these kids' acting was wooden, a sign of perhaps rushed directing. Compare these performances to the child actors in JoJo Rabbit, above, or the early Harry Potter films.

Cold Pursuit: Revenge in the snow with some black humour to lighten the mood; well-written, well-acted, well-made, though no part was a stretch for anyone in the film.

Fighting With My Family: Unattractive characters that make you feel empathy makes this a suprisingly inspirational story. The acting is stiff in places, and the pacing is iffy.

Yesterday: This Beatles-based rom-com would have been far, far better if they'd actually performed whole songs: the only one done all the way through was over the closing credits. The ending is kind of lame, too.

Hobbs and Shaw: Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Kevin Hart's small part is the best bit.

Angel Has Fallen: Despite the plot having as many holes in it as the hospital wall after the big gunfight scene, it's an enjoyable shoot-em-up.

Avengers: Endgame: It didn't seem as long as it was, but thank God they didn't feel the need to actually introduce characters, or it would have been an hour longer. It's just another well-made action flick running on the usual shallow substance.

Ford Versus Ferrari: Excellent sound work, done with artistic restraint. There were some really funny moments to lighten the gritty work of auto racing.

The Good Liar: A complex plot and good performances from the leads (Helen Mirren and Ian McKellen, who are capable of more than we see here) raises questions about when retribution ceases to be justice and becomes mere vindictive revenge.

Honey Boy: Interesting without being in the least memorable.

Jumanji 2: the Next Level: as good as the earlier issue, despite the usual silly story line.


Not really good enough:

The Favourite: Lavish, but the dialogue misses a bit and the feminism is too on-the-nose.

Alita: Battle Angel: Very good special effects and a fairly good story (except for the idiotic romantic bit), but the whole movie is just a set-up for a franchise that, if it comes to fruition, will suck investment dollars away from more deserving pictures.

They Shall Not Grow Old: A World-War-One documentary by Peter Jackson. It's very slow to start, but picks up after a while, yet the Director's Notes after the closing credits are more interesting than the actual film.

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse: Fascinating animation, sometimes more difficult to follow than a modern rapid-cut fight scene on film. It's really just a politically-correct origin story for yet another Spiderman, complete with all the trademark Marvel Studios shallow philosophy.

Aquaman: The star-power of Nicole Kidman doesn't make up for the comic-book production qualities, a throwback to earlier films from Marvel Studios; nor for the jejeune story, nor for special effects that aspire to more than they achieve. I can't resist saying, I would throw this one back.

Isn't It Romantic: I'm not sure if this Rebel Wilson vehicle is meant as a send-up of rom-coms, or as just a rom-com itself. Either way, it falls short, though it remains a pleasant enough little movie, I suppose; sillier than I'd expected.

Alladin: Kind of hokey. The cartoon version was much better. Will Smith did alright as the genie, but the guy playing Aladdin seems to have no particular talent beyond the right ethnicity.
 
Good Boys: It must be really hard to get kids to recite dialogue in a natural way. That chore is made even harder when the dialogue they have to recite is kind of stilted to begin with. A weak coming-of-age film.

The Art of Self Defense: One of my least-favourite actors (Jesse Eisenberg) in a black comedy about a guy who joins a karate class after being mugged. The interesting plot twists and absurd situations are hampered by a relentingly slow pace.

Hustlers: Two-dimensional female characters having fun and stealing from one-dimensional male characters. As a man, I find its portrayal of men insulting, but at least the music was good. (And another plus: having just seen the movie two weeks before allowed me to actually recognise one of its stars in a real-life encounter. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known what JLo looks like.)


Worst of the lot (in descending order):

The Current War: Slow, dull, disjointed; a movie full of uninteresting villains, with nary a flawed hero in sight.

Booksmart: Biggest disappointment of the year: a politically-correct coming of age rom-com set in a painfully outré LA high school. I literally wanted to fast forward through the lesbian sex scene (and thank goodness there was only one). I only laughed twice -- actually, guffawed -- both times near the end of the film when relief was in sight.

John Wick 3: Parabellum:  A spectacle of almost uninterrupted carefully choreographed quick-cut fight scenes held together only by the loosest and most ludicrous hint of a plot.

Robin Hood: No redeeming features. So-so action and special effects, Taron Egerton and Jamie Foxx at their worst, and an utterly silly telling of the legend. Comes as close as any movie ever has to making me want my dollar back.




Friday, October 25, 2019

Best Films of 2018

I have a friend (he knows who he is) who, every year, sends me a New Year's Day greeting that includes his lists of favourite books, movies, trips, etc., of the old year. I wanted to be ready for him, so I started keeping track of the movies I saw during the year.

For the first time, his NYD card didn't include his top movie of the year.

Still, I had this long list of movies I'd seen, along with a rating I'd given each (one to five stars), so I thought I'd publish it here, for no particular reason. I know it's out of date, but I don't care.

Five-Star Movies:
None

Four-Star Movies:
The Greatest Showman   The Greatest Showman Poster
Crazy Rich Asians
The Green Book
The Ballad of Buster Scruggs
The Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Pie Society
Blindspotting

Three-Star Movies:
Hostiles
Game Night
Red Sparrow
Ready Player One
Leave No Trace
The Spy Who Dumped Me
Mile 22
Juliet, Naked
Bad Times at the El Royale
22 July
Widows
Hunter Killer

Two-Star Movies:
Black Panther
Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle
Call Me By Your Name
Solo: A Star Wars Story
Equalizer 2
Mission Impossible: Fallout
The Old Man and the Gun
Bohemian Rhapsody
Sweet Land

One-Star Movies:
Tomb Raider
Rampage
I Feel Pretty
Blockers
Deadpool 2
Life of the Party
Uncle Drew
And Man and the Wasp
Skyscraper
Johnny English Strikes Again
Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald

In posting this, I find that I have absolutely no memory of some of these movies; others are recalled to mind just by seeing the title. I should probably lower or raise the score based on how memorable the movies are, but some of them I remember only how very bad they were.