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Side Effects (***)

13 Feb

Emily, a woman with a history of mental illness (Rooney Mara) nervously welcomes her husband (Channing Tatum) home after his release from prison. Her anxiety about their future grows until she impulsively drives her car into the wall of a parking garage. The hospital assigns a young psychologist called Banks (Jude Law) to assess her fitness for release. He agrees to let her go home after she claims that she just had a bad moment, that she has had therapy before and is willing to do it again. She becomes his patient and reports that her former therapist (Catherine Zeta-Jones) had successfully treated her with antidepressant medications.

The usual meds don’t seem to be working and the young couple are willing to try something new, so Banks gives her a prescription called Ablixa that seems to work, albeit with side effects, one of which is sleepwalking. Suddenly Emily does something terrible, and all eyes turn to Banks: was his prescription correct? Did he have an improper relationship with Emily or other patients? He loses consulting work and his colleagues, and it seems that he will be collateral damage of Emily’s illness; until an offhand remark from a stranger pulls him up short and leads him to wonder whether things are in fact as they seem.

“It’s the culture,” shrugs Tatum after a colleague apologizes for not being more supportive after his indictment on insider trading. That remark is implicit throughout the movie, as we see a Hitchcock-style plot unspool along contemporary lines, examining the American cultural touchstones of mental illness, antidepressants, white collar crime and more. In many ways director Steven Soderbergh and screenwriter Scott Z. Burns have crafted a modern version of the French classic Diabolique.

I hear that Soderbergh has announced that this will be his last feature film, which would be quite a shame. I was initially turned off by his indie debut, Sex, Lies and Videotape; but over the years I have come to enjoy and respect his work, especially The Limey, Traffic, and Solaris; Haywire, his take on Jason Bourne-style films, was my favourite movie of 2012 (I haven’t seen his other 2012 film, Magic Mike, yet). Soderbergh shows a masterful command of all the elements of filmmaking, and while Side Effects is not his best picture, it is very good and likely the best thing you could see at the theatre right now.

Coriolanus (***)

20 Jun

Ralph Fiennes makes his directing debut and stars in this sort-of-modernized adaptation of one of Shakespeare’s lesser-known histories, about a Roman general who is not shy about getting into the thick of battle to repel the invading force of a rebellious province. When supporters in the Senate propose to give him the political office of Consul, rivals use the power of public opinion to have him banished instead, where he joins the rebels he recently fought and threatens to take revenge on Rome.

The film is a good-looking production with an impressive cast, including Gerard Butler, Vanessa Redgrave, Brian Cox, James Nesbitt, and Jessica Chastain. It is set in modern times while still employing the Elizabethan text, with contemporary uniforms for and weapons for the soldiers, and amusing sequences of global news anchors delivering some of the commentary. Fiennes stands out as the general who resents the political games and the presumption of the common people to judge him; it isn’t hard to see a parallel between his hubris and that of certain contemporary political forces and those who elected them. Indeed, I almost rooted for him at times.

And Everything Is Going Fine (**1/2)

19 Jun

Near the beginning of his directing career, Steven Soderbergh filmed a performance of writer/actor Spalding Gray’s “Gray’s Anatomy,” a piece that married his gift for compelling, motormouthed storytelling with unflinching self-examination. This formula has already made him an unwitting icon of the late 80s and early 90s self-obsession, with “Swimming to Cambodia” and “Monster in a Box”. Gray dealt with depression and anxiety his entire life, compounded by the suicide of his mother, other family issues, and a bad car accident. He died of apparent suicide in 2004.

This film is a memorial to Gray assembled by Soderbergh again, from family home videos, interviews, and performance footage. I’m not sure that it would be very interesting to those who do not know Gray’s monologues already, but for those who do, it is well worth checking out.

The 39 Steps

24 Mar

I had the pleasure of attending the Saint John Theatre Company’s production of The 39 Steps this afternoon. I knew approximately what the plot would be, having seen the old Hitchcock adaptation of John Buchan’s story, and I knew it was a relatively recent script that played the material for laughs. As my old high school English teacher taught me, we laugh for a variety of reasons: out of recognition, surprise, nervousness, delight, and maybe sometimes a bit of cruelty. This production of The 39 Steps made me laugh for all of those reasons, combining a smart script with physical comedy, shadow puppetry, and an ingenious set that creates a theatre within the theatre.

Local improv veterans Scott Thomas and Keith Dickson play at least a dozen roles in support of leads Neil Bonner and Sandra Bell, and the entire cast makes a physically demanding production look easy. I was particularly impressed with the sequence on the train, where three large steamer trunks, special lighting and impressive miming create the excitement of a chase inside and out of the train car. There are many amusing nods to Hitchcock films and the British stage, which Bonner and Bell are well-suited to depict, succeeding in the difficult task of being the nominal “straight men” of the cast while still performing some very absurd scenes. Tonight is their closing night, so it is a bit late for me to exhort the uncertain to attend, but I am glad I did not miss it.

The Ides of March (**1/2)

19 Feb

Ryan Gosling, George Clooney, and Philip Seymour Hoffman star in this adaptation of a play about a Governor in the home stretch of a Democratic nomination campaign; Clooney also directed and co-wrote the screenplay. Gosling plays Steve, the up-and-coming strategist helping his mentor Paul (Hoffman) get the handsome liberal Governor Mike Morris (Clooney) elected. Steve is successfully tempted to spend the night with a campaign intern (Evan Rachel Wood) and unsuccessfully tempted to jump to a rival’s campaign by another strategist (Paul Giamatti), both of which lead to complications that threaten to ruin his own reputation and the Governor’s campaign.

Much like in Drive, Gosling does a good job of portraying a strong silent type faced with an ethical dilemma when it turns out that those he trusts are not the people he thought. This is not an earth-shaking story with car chases or explosions; it is a depiction of people from both ends of the political chain, their ideals and the compromises that they choose (or are forced) to make in the hope of doing good afterward.

It says a lot for one’s career that I can watch a film like this and say that it is only the third best film of Gosling’s last year, and the second best of Clooney’s, but there it is. The Ides of March does not deserve any Oscars, but it certainly deserves to be watched, and it would be nice to see its political ideas discussed instead of the silly horseshit that the Republican candidates are currently throwing around.

As an actor, Clooney makes his nice-guy-with-a-dark-streak look easy. As a director and screenwriter, he has the wisdom to let Gosling do the heavy lifting. Clooney is not Clint Eastwood yet, but he is well on his way.

Another Day, Another iBooks Post

31 Jan

So, I spent a couple of hours last Friday night making an iBook of one of my plays, An Otherworld. I was pleased with how quickly I was able to make a pretty decent looking book. Unfortunately, I discovered that we Canadians cannot upload our wares to the iTunes Store yet; only the US store is equipped for it so far. This was not surprising, since the non-US stores tend to roll out new features later than the home office.

So, I exported the file as a .ibooks file so that I could give it away for now, only to discover that WordPress will not support that kind of file. Sigh. Fortunately, today I was looking at my new, unused Dropbox account and put two and two together. So now, if you have an iPad, you can grab a free copy of this full-length comedy from the link below:


http://dl.dropbox.com/u/59681512/AnOtherworld.ibooks

Once the file is downloaded, drop it into your books folder in iTunes and sync your iPad to read it.

I will be “publishing” more stuff as the year rolls on, some new and some old (and some both). I hope you enjoy it.

43

16 Aug

Yup, I turned 43 on Saturday. Thanks to my friends who got me a cake and sang on Friday night after our sketch show, and who came over to hang out and play Magic: The Gathering on the actual day. It was a pleasant (albeit dorky) weekend all in all. I had fun doing the comedy sketches and seeing others in theirs, I probably could have been a little more off-book but it worked out all right. I taught Jack how to play a simplified version of Magic (no spell cards, only land and creatures and the luck of the draw) and he enjoyed beating me as a result.

How do I feel about being 43? About the same as being 42. We number-obsessed humans haven’t attached much importance to 43 that I know of. It’s a prime number, I suppose? Good to be back in my prime, ha ha *cough*.

Coincidentally, as part of the upcoming moving preparations I have been going through my boxes of old stuff and trying to weed out as many old papers and things as I can. This has led to some nice discoveries, like a nice note I got once from Julius Schwartz, and some baffling ones, like pay stubs from over 20 years ago. Yesterday I went through a box of correspondence, some of which dated over 20 years. I decided to keep a letter from each correspondent for my files and consigned the rest to history.

For over 20 years I was a member and sometimes guy-in-charge of an APA, or Amateur Press Association, called APA Centauri. I was the longest-serving member, served as Central Mailer for the longest time altogether, contributed the most pages. A lot of myself was wrapped up in the rising and falling fortunes of AC for a while. I made some good friends there, had some spats with others, and I suppose in a way it was a kind of surrogate family for a while. I have something like 6 bankers’ boxes worth of APA mailings to cart around with me, thousands of pages of other peoples’ zines that I will almost certainly never read again. And yet, I hate to let them go.

From a Buddhist standpoint I certainly understand the need to break unreasonable attachments to things, be they objects or one’s past. But, as an artist and writer I think it is also important to keep a file of one’s old works, for reference and to see how one has developed. So, like any good Buddhist, I must find the middle path here, and I think the solution will be to choose a few favourite old mailings and then strip my zines out of the rest for my files. I had considered scanning them and keeping them on disc or online but I expect a few of my old mates would not really like to see their old zines on the internet a decade or two later.

One nice discovery from yesterday was a note from the mother of an AC member who died due to complications from diabetes in the mid-90s. I had sent her a drawing of the eternal flame that burns in London, ON near a statue of Frederick Banting, the doctor who discovered insulin. Her mother thanked me for the drawing and said that Melisa enjoyed looking at it from her hospital bed before she died. Not long after that, Melisa’s mother died too. All these years later, America still hasn’t fixed its health care system.

I think that as we get older we gain comfort from knowing that we have touched others’ lives, be it as parents or friends or creative people or just strangers. Whenever I feel glum about what I feel is a relative lack of accomplishment as a writer or artist or academic or whatever else, I remember the lonely and completely unnecessary death of a young woman in Tennessee who I never met, and I am humbled.

It’s the Economy, Stupid

12 Aug

The new regime is working well so far. Most mornings this week I have been able to get up at 6:30, go for a run, check in with Wii Fit, shower, meditate, have breakfast, and generally get organized for the day before logging in to work at 8:30.

I am connected to the internet all day but apart from some podcasts and cryptic remarks that people make on Twitter, I don’t follow much news. I know that there was some rioting in England this week and that various persons were tut-tutting about the welfare state and the opportunistic chavs and so forth, but to me it is like a flashback to thirty years ago in Thatcher’s Britain, filled with unemployed and angry youth, the problem then much as it is now: the economy. If only the angry British youth of today were smashing the windows of the banks and brokers that are truly responsible for their situation, rather than corner shops and electronics dealers.

My use of Google plus and its related tools continues more or less successfully, though it is a little disappointing that the adoption rate has slowed significantly after the first couple of weeks; unless of course people just aren’t adding me to their circles, which is certainly possible. I am using Facebook less and less all the time and rarely open Twitter now, since I get both of their feeds in G+, so that makes me happy. Which is actually sad, I suppose.

Tonight is the opening night for the show of Shakespeare-themed sketch comedy that a bunch of us are doing as part of Theatre on the Edge. I am fortunate to be in an SCTV sketch, a well-known Wayne & Shuster sketch, and a scene from Tom Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead with Nicole. It’s shaping up to be a good show, so get out to 112 Princess tonight or Sunday at 7:30 and check it out.

When not working or rehearsing, I have been sorting through boxes of old junk, separating it into things to keep, things to give to charity, and things to throw away. For a guy whose philosophy espouses not clinging to material objects, I sure do have a lot of old shit that I have been hanging on to for no good reason; just sentimentality and in some cases, maintaining a fiction of past happiness. So, I am trying to be unsentimental now, limiting certain types of keepsakes to just one banker’s box.

A nice side effect of this archaeology is finding stuff that I had completely forgotten about, like a nice note from the late DC Comics editor Julius Schwartz, thanking me for a drawing I sent him after the passing of Gil Kane and encouraging me in my own comics work at the time. Schwartz and Kane and I had a mutual female friend who has worked as a writer in various media, though not comics that I am aware of, and she was one of the “Juliettes”, a companion for Julie at SF cons who helped him get around, went to dinner with him and so on. Apparently some people used to raise their eyebrows about these ladies at the time, but my friend assured me that these were completely nonsexual escorts, giving Julie some much needed assistance at insane fan events and giving the women in question access to one of the grand old men of the business and his contacts.

Seeing the letter reminded me of the recent brouhaha about women in comics, DC in particular. In retrospect Julie and his companions seem like a paternalistic arrangement to be sure, but if it helped encourage young women to work in comics, I can think of worse outcomes. In a way it strikes me as similar to the many mentorship and apprenticeship-based reality shows that are now on television. Meanwhile, the best assessment of the issue I have seen so far came from Meredith Gran, who has a perfect solution for getting women into comics: pay them.

Finally, a plug for a podcast I started listening to this week: Michael Ian Black and his Ed co-star Tom Cavanaugh meet every week to eat and discuss snacks, with some digression. Funny stuff.

A Change is Gonna Come

9 Aug

I got up this morning determined to start a new regime; not a political one of course, just a personal one. I woke at 6:30, went for a 2K run, showered, meditated, and now I sit blogging and eating breakfast before starting work. For some of you this is probably nothing remarkable; for me it is a step in the right direction, because I am tired of feeling like a slug, being unable to concentrate at work. Wish me luck.

By the way, Wii Fit thinks I need to lose 30 pounds to reach my ideal weight. You are on crack, Wii Fit. I’m sure I could stand to lose 10, I am getting a bit of a gut due to my Turtles and Dr. Pepper diet, but 30? I’ll never understand why North Americans have bought into the BMI system as a measure of health. We like easy numbers, I guess. It’s like when people used to sell computers based solely on their processor speed; useful as a general indicator of performance but hardly the only important piece of information.

Bah. Get off my lawn, you damn kids.

Yesterday I noticed that my neighbour’s car had been keyed down the passenger side. This morning, walking home from the run, I saw a broken egg on the sidewalk and it looked like someone had whacked a nearby car’s windshield with a hammer. Hey, uptown vandals, fuck off. I’ll punch you in the dink if I run into you doing your mischief.

Busy week this week, rehearsing and performing the Shakespeare comedy scenes for Theatre on the Edge. I hope you come out and see them for Scott Thomas’ sake, he has worked so hard. I would never expect anyone to come out for my sake, I am a shitty friend who never goes to your shows and I apologize for that.

When not rehearsing, and working, and trying to shore up the ever-shifting sands of life, I will be working more on the 5 Seconds comics and getting organized for Nicole’s impending move to Kingston, now less than a month away. Oh, and I turn 43 on Saturday, Jesus Christ. It is a bit depressing to think that I have probably had more birthdays than I have yet to have, but no time to worry about that now. Being old is not that much different from being young. I certainly don’t feel much wiser; I just have to work harder to tap the same reserves of energy.

Where It’s At

16 Jul

So here’s what’s been up with me this week.

Work, lots of it. Last week was crazy workwise. some very late nights to hit a deadline and some other stuff going on. This week was more stable but still pretty full. I like my job, I like feeling like I am getting better at doing it. I like being challenged, being able to work from home, and so on. It’s not sunshine and roses all the time but it’s probably the best staff gig I have had in a long time, if not ever.

As a result of this, I have been thinking lately about my other “career” during the last few years: freelancing as a writer and especially as a designer. I wasn’t too successful at it. Part of the reason for that is that freelancing is just plain difficult; it demands even crazier hours and time and attention than a “regular” job, plus you have to be your own salesperson and accountant and manager, none of which I enjoy. Plus, if I am quite honest with myself, I am just not as good a designer as many of my competitors. What skills I had ten years ago have been inconsistently buttressed over the years with small client website and print jobs. I didn’t stay sharp and as a result, my portfolio and skillset are weak.

You can only do so many things if you want to do them well. So, I’m no longer doing design for money, even if I get fired tomorrow. Maybe someday I would be interested in brushing up on those skills again (or maybe technology will change again to eliminate some of that learning curve), but for now and the forseeable future, writing is what puts food on my table. It feels good to simplify like that.

Which brings me to drawing. Because of the aforementioned work, I didn’t get as much done as I would have liked lately but it is creeping back in. I’m making some comics for a local music and multimedia project over the summer and having a blast doing it. I’m really enjoying using Manga Studio as a drawing tool with my decade-old Wacom tablet. If I could make a living doing illustration and making comics, I certainly would, but again, that is not going to happen anytime soon; partly because my skills aren’t there yet, mostly because it would require even more time that I don’t have. So, it’s my hobby, but unlike the many other hobbies I have had for the last 25 years or so, it seems to be the one that I never lose interest in.

The annual Theatre on the Edge Festival is coming up about a month from now, and I will be performing with friends in some improv shows and some Shakespeare-themed sketch shows, so that should be fun. It will be nice to be in a scene with Nicole again before she moves away to Kingston, ON to start her PhD. I feel like that will be the first of several big changes in my life; changes that are largely good but changes nonetheless. Not long after she moves, I plan to move too, hopefully somewhere else uptown, to a smaller and less expensive apartment. I’ll be traveling by train every few weeks to see her and making adjustments to my work life as required.

Later this month I pay off a loan that has hung over my head for about 6 years, so that should give me some much needed financial breathing room and a little more flexibility. I don’t like being this age and living from paycheck to paycheck, with not much in the way of savings or investments. I will continue to pay down my debts and try to start saving in earnest so that if there is some kind of catastrophe, I have more of a cushion than selling all of my stuff to get by. I’ve gotten rid of so many possessions over the last few years; as a Buddhist I certainly don’t mind it, but when you pare your life down to the stuff you need every day, it makes it harder still to shed those things, especially if the only reason to do so is bad finances. That said, I’m proud of myself for sticking it out and paying off the loan. It hasn’t been easy. I hope I am never in that kind of debt again.

In far less important matters, I started using Google Plus, and that has led me to using Google Reader (I know, welcome to 2008), Chrome, Google Docs, Gmail again instead of Mail.app. You win, Google. I haven’t dropped Facebook yet but I like all this centralized, sort-of-open-sourced, nice-interfaced, Farmville-less new frontier.

Meanwhile the US is broke (I originally typed broken; I guess that works too). The leader of the IMF is a rapist. Belgium has been without a government for 13 months and may break into two nations, leading to even more discord in Europe and perhaps the breakup of the EU itself. People are starving and terrorized in Africa, but still not enough for the West to do anything about it. I turn 43 in August and some days it feels like I am struggling to think clearly; or is it that I am only now thinking clearly after years of not doing so? My little troubles seem so insignificant, and I suppose they are in the grand scheme. All the same I feel like I should do what I can to stabilize my own small section of the world and do what I can to help others.

It feels like summer is going fast.

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