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Archive for August, 2011
24th Aug 2011 Posted in: Blog, Video 0

Hey – so I’m a little slow on the uptake (Sorry, Susan!) but I just realized that Susan Chien kept a log of her work on our epic video about Keanu Reeves’ most obsessed fan, Keanuville. I guess at the time I was too busy with my part of the project to keep tabs on this.

Anyway, better late than never. Go to Susan’s website and learn about the amount and variety work involved in putting together even a 20 second sequence. It’s fascinating!


20th Aug 2011 Posted in: Blog 1

Okay, so it was clearly going to be a silly romantic comedy, but Crazy, Stupid, Love. seemed different enough – and not just for its unusually punctuated title – from the recent string of indistinguishable semi-raunchy wedding-related films in the Heigl/Bateman/Aniston/Kutcher oeuvre that I actually went and saw it.

Well, I loved it. I mean I really loved it.  Why did I love it so much?

Okay, well, yes.

But I am an intellectual, highly perceptive songwriter, so Ryan Gosling with his shirt off really has no effect on me. It’s really the mind of a man that…okay, that’s bullshit. Ryan Gosling is impossibly hot, and this movie makes epic use of that fact.

But stay with me for a second for a bizarre comparison. Last fall, I went to see Biutiful. I expected it to be intense, but it was excruciating, because – even with its strange magical sequences – it was so relentlessly real. The script, the direction, every performance – it all rang so true to human nature, so utterly raw and honest, that at the end of it I was numb and exhausted. But I’m so glad I saw it, because I felt…I guess the word would be elevated. Staggering out of the theater, I was overwhelmed by the fragile beauty in the world.

Crazy, Stupid, Love. is almost exactly the opposite. It’s essentially a big budget Hollywood Rom-Com, which means it’s glossy and unrealistic and occasionally loses its insight and devolves into silly cliches, and yet…when it was over I was crying, and I felt elevated.

Let me try to figure this out. Really, Crazy, Stupid, Love. is a fairy tale. But it takes that role seriously. As such, it uses a classic kind of story to navigate the persistent challenges of being human. And it’s an adult fairy tale, in that I can report from a twenty-three year marriage that – in the midst of the requisite hilarity – it accurately captures the disappointment and frustration as well as the abiding passion and enduring sweetness of longterm love.

Julianne Moore holds the market on funny, wounded, plucky, wise female characters – from 30 Rock to The Kids Are Alright to A Single Man – who simply cannot be jaded, no matter what life throws at them. Steve Carell has a knack for revealing his essential humanity through – not just in spite of – the ridiculous scenarios in which he always exists, and the fact that he routinely surrounds himself with complex adult women – from Catherine Keener on – doesn’t hurt.

But the heart of the film belongs to the characters played by Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone, who are young and exuberant but not naive. They are both on the precipice of resigning themselves to the reality that life is going to be a little less rewarding than they once thought it would be. And then – yes, hijinks ensue – but somehow, through them, the movie affirms that no, it doesn’t have to be like that. You can meet someone when you least expect to who really sees you. You can find a way to reconnect when you’ve gone off-track with someone you’ve loved for a long time.

Life can be really effing hard – not as hard in this silly little movie as in the epic Biutiful by a long shot – but Crazy, Stupid, Love. – through Ryan Gosling’s relentless candor, through  Josh Groban’s awesome lawyer hair, through Julianne Moore’s embarrassingly true-to-life mom-isms, through the brother!, through the hokey denouement – this movie sincerely swears to us that grace really can happen, or, to twist Tennessee Williams: “sometimes there’s love, so quickly.”

So, basically, it got me. I loved it. Oh, and you know, this kind of thing was okay too:


19th Aug 2011 Posted in: Road Diaries 0

Hey East Coast fans & friends –

I’m headed your way! Shows on the Eastern Seaboard the weekend of October 21-23. More details soon!

 


7th Aug 2011 Posted in: Food 1

Well, that was fun! My very first Secret Supper! I was reading about Anti-Restaurants and I thought “I could do that!” So I just decided to give it a go. I planned an Elvis-themed meal with some recipes from a little cookbook I bought at Graceland and invited 20 friends. It worked! We drank, we ate, and we watched:

outside under the sky. It was so much fun!

The menu:

Blue Hawaii Jello Shots & Peppery Walnuts

An Amuse Bouche of Fried Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich Bites

Small Homegrown Fried Green Tomato on Sulphur Mountain Greens with Buttermilk Dressing

Meatloaf with Bacon

Sweet Potato Casserole (with marshmallows and pecans)

Southern Green Beans

Tennessee Angel Biscuits

Pepsi (Elvis’ favorite) or Olympia Beer (for his buddies)

and for dessert…Pecan Pie with fresh whipped cream and bowls of amphetamine and phenobarbital (altoids and hot tamales)

Here are a whole bunch of pictures.

Slightly blurry picture of one of the tables:

The chef at work:

Toasting with Jello Shots…

Two-tone alcoholic jello!

Biscuits…mmm…

Sweet potato casserole:

Bacon isn’t quite as appealing when it’s raw, but the meatloaf was yummy:

My first attempt at homemade pie crust…came out okay!

The lovely servers, Stella and McKenna:

Happy Diners!

The next Secret Supper will be on September 16th, which is both Mexican Independence Day and National Mayflower Day. Since I won’t even try to compete with the great Mexican food you can get around here, I’ve decided to we’re taking a culinary trip to the New World, so if you’re interested, reserve your space by emailing me!