NOOOOOOOOO! ... damit. Gawd that was a tough lose. We had 'em. Only three minutes left. Yeah, the ball was on KU's 3-yard line but it wasn't like we hadn't been able to move it down the field throughout the game. Two incomplete passes. Then Reesing tries to run it up the middle; just dumb. Missouri gets a safety. Then Mizzo of course brings it into field goal range wins by 2 freakin' points. If they hadn't even moved the ball, just even made it to 4th down and punted it. The game would have tied and we could of whooped their ass in over time. DAMIT!
Well the great feast has come and gone with all the works. We packed the house with 26 people: aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, neighbors and friends. My Aunt Deirdre and little cousin Lily along with Big Mommy and Big Daddy Daw stayed with us. We headed out the door about 6 in the morning to meet all the guys for the hunt at Bayard's, the truck-stop diner just outside of town with just the best pie you've ever had. We drove around and marched through plowed milo fields for about 5 hours. Got plenty of shots off and feathers flying, but those stupid birds didn't seem to realize they were dead and kept flying.
Got back and Mom was finishing up the second of two of the best cooked turkeys you ever tasted. Perfectly tender and moist; not a bit of dry. Big Mommy brought the blue berry pie and Aunt Betsy brought the pumpkin. No way you could chose just one. You had to have a slice of both. Nanny's potatoes were those perfectly whisked kind with no lumps; just melts in your mouth. A feast!
Of course what is also so great about Thanksgiving is all the bizarre traditions that have become attached with it. Family and football are no longer enough. Even the parades with all the larger than life inflated icons have in some houses been replaced by the Westminster Kennel Dog Show (the miniature pincher won). FX put Home Alone 1 on a constant loop, which is not a bad thing. I love that movie. You don't get that quality of mischief anymore in kids movies. Then ofcourse there is the annual presidental honor bestowed on a some "lucky" turkey who is "pardoned" from this year's great Turkey slaughter and gets to go to Disney Land, because you know the aspirations of a turkey are not too far off from that of a 5 year old. This year Obama pardoned two turkeys in case the first "can't fulfill his responsibilities." The hell does that mean!?!? In case the first just becomes so delicious looking that we have to ignore a constitutional mandate and eat the poor bastard.
I don't hate winter or snow or even icy roads. I love snow. I like way it falls and just covers everything in this brilliant white. I like playing in it sledding, snowball fighting, building crap. But there are some times when it just makes it a huge pain in the ass just go anywhere. I not talking about the danger of fishtailing on the ice, that actually can be kind of fun. No it's someday's you just really hate going outside because the freakin' god awful wind just cuts through you. It's harsh and brutal and you have to 10 minutes zip and lacing up with layers on layers of clothes and gloves and boots and you're still cold. You loose your ability to move freely. The whole thing is so damn inconvenient you can't just act on a whim or go outside just for the sake of enjoying what's out there. You're trapped in your home. When you do go out, you hunch your shoulders over, tuck your chin in and just bitterly march to where you have to go. There is no meandering or stopping to look at something that may have caught your eye. You just do what you have to and you do it really pissed off.
But that hasn't happened so far. We're coming on December in a week or so and I can walk around in a t-shirt and shorts. I would like it if snowed. I really hate a christmas without snow. As I said it's the wind that pisses me off. I suppose I should have gotten used to it in Kansas, but I just can't stand it. It shoves it in your face like its taughting you. Snow however, even a really cold snow, is not a problem. Hell, it's exhilarating feeling that cold; there's a freshness to the air like a mint gum. Perhaps I'm being a little too demanding of mother nature, but they have been plenty of those perfect days in the past. It can't be too unreasonable to expect again.
Fans of Wes Anderson may not recognize his newest film especially in way this first trailer presents it. You'll notice it doesn't even mention his name. According to the New Yorker this first official trailer was designed to attract mothers unfamilar with the whole artsy movie scene. A kind of bait-n-switch situation. This way they'll feel comfortable bringing their kids, who are to some degree one of the main target markets of this film, to see what they see as just a silly talking animal flick. And if the kids get a little culture and decent story exposure, then who'd of predicted it.
The second trailer (below) is the official pitch to Wes Anderson's traditional crowd of fans. It is a certainally a new approach by Anderson branching out into the use of animation, but, if you give it a real look, it is easy to recognize the Anderson's unique use of lighting, color, music, cast, and of course wardrobe that has come to define the brilliance of his work and spurred a new genre of hipster film making.
Anderson is known for he's collaborations with Luke Wilson beginning with the both men's first film Bottle Rocket and with Bill Murray, who first appeared in Anderson's second film Rushmore for which he won a Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actor and has subsequently appeared in everyone one of Anderson's following films. Anderson is considered the quintessential film maker for the hipster culture. In he way the Martin Scorsesse introduced Hollywood to a world of old school New Yorkerism with its rich blend of crime and high society and Quentin Tarantino ushered in the popularizing of shockingly excessive violence and high intensity thrills through his unique ordering of a stories chapters, Wes Anderson opened the world to this beautifully artistic and unpreteniously sophisticated culture of eccentric, unresting intellectuals unfitting for the main stream with such excellance and perfection that it is a feat unmatched by the many who have tried.
The writings of Cormac McCarthy are just amazing - dark, raw, and intensly rugged focusing around a spartan endurement in a world of hardship. Those who have seen the movie interruptation of his No Country for Old Men have idea of McCarthy's worlds. The men are heros of modest aspiration and yet extraordinary under the circumstances. The desire elevate their families and themselves out of current toil and harsh lives to slightly improved state of modest comfort and peace is not uncommon to us all, but, when you consider the trials these men face, these dreams become terrifyingly fantasitc and unattainable. The level of unapologetic violence and complete disregard for humanity is staggering.
The idea of this post-apocalyptic journey to utopia is not new to our culture: Mad Max, Waterworld, I Am Legend. This is different though. There is pragmatism to it. A harsh reality that is unavoidable and a horrifying look at the ease at which man turns to violence and completely abandons all sense of morality. There are no CG mutants or ridiculous outfit and mohawk combinations. The people are completely normal. This realness of the situation adds to the drama of the film and the audiences horror.
As the Youtube description puts it "This version kicks ass!" It's one of those songs were you just fill up with this joy. You can't stop smiling and just have to start grooving to it. Plus, and this may be a little childish, I just think it's funnier than hell when she says "boobies." It's kind of a silly taboo word to begin with and she just say it with pride that it makes me giggle a little bit
First off it's a Coen brother movie. The sheer artistry of these guy's work has just been staggerin. The worlds these two brother are familiar yet remarkably unique, richness and pecular nature of their character make them so personally special to the audience that the view is faced with a sense of intrigue and unquenchable interest in them.
But then there have been occasions where the Coens have delivered films with a kind of half-felt toss out. Movies like Burn After Reading, they seem to lack a substance. They have feeling about them that they are kind of side projects for the Coen brothers done on a whim without the zest and zeal that goes into their more acclaimed work. They are still certainally worth are consideration, but it as though they were intended to never reach any level of prestige or receive overwhelming applause but to just fill time until their next No Country for Old Men or Big Lebowski.
I am concerned this is the case with the brother's new film A Serious Man. It is the story of the stereotypical passive, proper, Jewish, urban male as his life begins to turn against him and he is faced with his inability to act proactively or stand up for himself in the slightest fashion. The inability of the hero to achieve or overcome and his preferrance to resigning to his challenges leaves the audience frustrated and ultimately disconnected.
First off Daniel Day-Lewis is just brilliant. The guys is probabally the most dedicated method actor around today (maybe Christian Bale). He is absolutely transformative.
You know watching this trailer reminds me of world I had lost sight of. A world free of mediocrity and of the ordinary. Everything is just so extravegantly brilliant. Everything. The lighting, the lay of rooms, even the most common elements of life have this intriguing aesthetic quality to them. And the people ooze with talent. It is not forced or in anyway unnatural. It is who they are. There is an overwhelming beauty to their entire existence. The way they walk, the way they move, the way they smoke a cigarette, how they hold themselves in moments of inactivity. It's a beauty derived from a freedom; their freedom to act to express themselves in their brilliance with all of its eccentricities. I do miss it.
My wireless just crapped out on me one day. So after a brief panic attack I brought it to the IT guys who said they'd have to keep it there for a few days. I know it's pretty naive to think that I could just bring it to them all freaked out and they could just be like "O not a problem" click,click,click,click,click "There you go, problem solved" instead of "Well that's not supposed to happen." "DUH! That's not supposed to happen. That's why I brought it to you dammit." I know that's not fair of me, but I can't help getting a little frustrated. Apparently my email account had been sending out a bunch of spam so Drake shut it down. So the guys had to reinable it and run a bunch of virus scans. Anyway I finally got it back. You just become so relient on these things.
