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November 28, 2001

LOTR Soundtrack.

I bought the Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring score over the Thanksgiving weekend (on top of a bargain DVD spree at Best Buy).

I have to say I am impressed with Howard Shore’s work. It is indeed a Wagnerian opera, but with modern affectations. Many film music sites have already commented enough on all that and how the whole Enya thing has been promoted to commercial obscenity by Reprise Records, so I won’t bother.

I’ll just say I enjoy listening to it while reading the book, where I am now at Book 6, following Frodo and Sam to Mordor. Granted I have passed into the part of the story that we won’t see on the silver screen till 2002, but I have to tell you, playing the right cue for the right chapter earlier on worked so well, it’s uncanny.

I’m getting all tingly.


November 28, 2001

A triumphant celebration of the stomach.

Thanksgiving was, needless to say, a triumphant celebration of the stomach.

I had, all told, four feasts in two days, beginning with the traditional Turkey on Thursday around lunch at Han’s. This was followed by a Korean barbecue dinner at Jo and Angie’s, and the next day with a trip to the Royal Star dim sum restaurant for brunch. It ended with a down home Chinese dinner at Jo’s brother Igor’s place.

Mom and Bob had their celebration at the Helin homestead in Pasadena, where she found out you could deep fry a turkey and have it come out something special.

Melissa and Angela stayed up north for whatever reasons of time, but did take the time to help out at a shelter, which makes me feel just a little bit gluttonous.

Just a little.


November 28, 2001

Spy Game

“Dinner out is a go.”

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November 19, 2001

The Road goes ever ever on.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

December 19th, folks. Mark it.


November 18, 2001

Harry Potter.

Harry Potter.

So I line up in Westwood for a couple of hours on Friday night, but not without filling myself to a happy thought with sake and beer… and later a Diddy Reese cookie. Or two.

The crowd was what I wanted, and I got it in spades. I could have done without the people dressing up… I kind of expected that to happen for the sequel, but for the first one, well, that was extreme.

The movie was fun. Very straightforward, nothing at all to make you gaze in wonder. It is definitely the kind of story that would have made me all excited and jumpy in the theaters were I a wee lad, and there have been movies that did just that. The Neverending Story, for one. But even with that movie, which has quite a number of faults, there is something more that makes me think I would prefer that tale to Harry Potter and the Sorceror’s Stone. The boy discovering his importance and rising up to the occassion story is certainly nothing new. But I like a little bit more “”oomph”" to it. Bastian took virtually the entire Neverending Story movie before he realized and afterwards act on his ability to save Fantasia. Harry Potter waltzes through the movie and pretty much wows everyone from the get go. True, he has his flaws. His wanting of his family and his less than stellar scholastic performance, for instance. But instead of being utilized to their full potential as ways to develop him, they’re left to be solved rather quickly, and make them not so much a life-turning decision but something he just happens upon.

I’ve already mentioned this to some of you after reading the book, so this isn’t new. The movie didn’t change that, as it was virtually scene for scene ripped right out of the book. Actually a bit of a mistake, as it ran longer than it should have, and left too many things in that could have been left out.

I am, of course, being very particular. Perhaps because people make it out to be soooooo wonderful, I feel the need to take an extreme position just to play devil’s advocate. I did enjoy myself, and I was delighted with the characters played rather well by all involved. Robbie Coltrane did well in From Hell, and he certainly entertained as Hagrid. Rupert Grint and Emma Watson were excellent as Ron and Hermione. And Daniel Radcliffe did a fine job as Harry, even if his voice cracks two-thirds of the way into the movie and all of a sudden he sounds like he’s twelve going on twenty.

So yes, it was good fun. And of course you must all see it.

But I don’t see it having a place in my heart as a classic. It’s just not, in my opinion.

As for the other movie I saw, which was Shallow Hal on Sunday (we will only go so far as to mention that Saturday sucked), boy, did all the teenagers get suckered into this film. They expected fat jokes, but they didn’t expect the movie to come out swinging at our perceptions of people. Points to the Farrelly brothers, for being, as always, direct and to the point. Not as funny as any of the other outings, but instead rather sweet and well-meaning. Which is hard to swallow with Jack Black, but still, he did all right. I didn’t mind Gwyneth either, who did a decent job of trying to move as if she were actually that large and heavy.

It is, absolutely without a doubt, a total date movie. The kind that makes you feel that we are capable of not being so superficial and that we’re glad that when we do find someone it’s usually for the right reasons. Usually. This is so not because of Gwyneth and Jack having a romance, mind. Their story is an obvious point, sure. But the best part was how we as an audience watching the movie see it mostly through Jack Black’s eyes when he’s “”entranced”". So you watch the film and devleop impressions of the characters you see on the screen based on the way they looked. Then the Farrellys stick it to you later on by showing you what reality is like, and suddenly your Johnny on the spot for having such “”shallow”" thoughts, yourself.

I’m sure the teenage boys sitting in the front row didn’t get that. And they probably felt like they wasted their money. After all, they came for the fat jokes. And folks, all the fat jokes were done in the trailer. So if that’s all you want, there ya go.

But if you want to see a movie that is nice and sweet and has a bit of a message, particularly if you have a someone else to hook your arm with, then by all means take them and have fun.

Damn. I got kinda wordy this time around.

Just wait till December. You’ll be needing a scrollwheel on that there mouse.


November 18, 2001

Shallow Hal

“I don’t wan’t to, I have to.”

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November 18, 2001

Harry Potter and the Sorceror’s Stone

Robbie Coltrane rules!

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November 15, 2001

Kakushi toride no san akunin (The Hidden Fortress)

“Ah! Kin da!”

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November 12, 2001

Melissa’s got ofoto.

Melissa’s got pics up at Amazon/ofoto. Ah, web capitalism does continue even through a slump.

She used an Olympus Brio D-150, the camera I recommended for her and plan to get myself. Because I know enough to know I don’t need anything more out of a pocket digicam, especially since I’m still holding onto my Nikon FM-10.


November 12, 2001

A quiet three day weekend.

A quiet three day weekend.

On Friday I went to see Heist. Is it me or did Hackman finally graduate from the school of Old Pacino and is yelling his lines out in lieu of acting?

Pretty basic movie. A lot of twists, but predictable ones. I think I enjoyed The Spanish Prisoner more, even if that movie’s ending was a letdown.

Saturday was shopping with Kim day. Went to dimsum, then over to the Promenade. She needed to get a birthday present, I was along for the ride. I ended up getting some new boxers and shirts. The season’s gotten colder, even here in LA, and I needed long-sleeves. Hey, gotta look good, too, eh?

Riiiiight.

Sunday I spent enjoying the Black Sheep Squadron marathon on the History Channel, then catching The Man Who Wasn’t There with Han and Charlie. Now that movie was beautiful to look at. Nothing like Tony Shalhoub in contrasted black and white. Again, the story was nothing special, but the mood and the filming made it your basic quirky Coen brothers flick. It was nice.

And today?

Today I did absolutely nothing. Maybe I’ll rectify that this evening, maybe not.

Either way, it’s raining outside, which is a bummer for a holiday.


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