Sunday, July 24, 2022

What the World Needs Now is a Christopher Guest Movie

Dear Mr. Guest,


I’m a huge admirer of your work. Best in Show is one of my favorite movies, and I watch it every Thanksgiving, or at least the years that I can wrestle the remote away from my mother (there’s only so many movies about a Christmas prince a person can watch).


I’m writing to you because my friend Carrie recently came across a video of a man explaining why he tried to pull a fishing hook from a shark’s mouth (not to spare the shark, he just wanted his hook back). We think this would make a great “hook,” if you will, for a Best in Show sequel. 


Now, I’m sure you have much better things to do with your time than entertain a silly proposal for a movie from someone who knows nothing about making movies. But, we live in crazy times where humor is the only thing keeping many of us going. A new movie from you could be just the salve our gaping wound of a world needs.


Picture this…Best in Show: Florida


We open on a fishing dock. 


A man with his arm wrapped in a tourniquet fashioned out of fabric printed with the American flag stands next to his wife. 


“Hi, you probably know me as the guy who stuck his hand in a shark’s mouth to get my fishing hook. I’m not a famous person, I’m just an average Joe who likes to take my family hunting for predators and then dump them off the side of the boat after I get a good picture. Me and my wife Ashley have seen a lot of comments from our video and we wanted to let you know our side of the story.”


Ashley nods and pats his arm. (The other one, not the one wrapped in the flag, through which we can see blood starting to seep). 


“We’d been out catching sharks, catching ‘cudas, and the kids were getting bored. We land this last shark, and he wasn’t big enough to take a picture for the ‘gram, so I was gonna let him go. But I wanted my hook back. So I reached into his mouth and tried to yank it out and then I heard this popping noise and that’s when I yelled, Goddamn, he just took my finger! So my cousin Bobby here whipped off his undershorts and made me a tourniquet.”


The camera closes in on the tourniquet, where the elastic waistband of what is in fact, flag-printed boxers, is now visible. 


The camera then pans to Bobby, who is shirtless, wearing sunglasses and a Mickey Mouse towel wrapped around the lower half of his body. 


“I’m not a paramedic, but I did take a workplace violence course at the office last year. They teach you to run, hide or fight, and how to make tourniquets outta your underwear. Guess corporate America’s good for somethin’, am I right?”


The camera moves back to Shark Hook Man, who nods. 


“After Bobby wrapped up my arm, we hauled ass outta there and headed for the dock. Ashley had a heckuva time calming the kids down, what with all the blood and all, but she’s my rock.”


Ashley chuckles. “Well, Mister-driving-yourself-to-the-hospital-when-you’re-bleeding-out!” 


She then looks into the camera, confidingly. “I thought he was gonna faint any minute. The kids were screaming, the truck was weaving back and forth, his hand’s spurting blood into traffic. Why, he could have passed out and killed us all!”


Ashley stops and puts her hand on her heart. “But … that’s my man!”


###


Clearly I’m no screenwriter. But you get the idea. The state of Florida is ripe for character development. Adults who vacation at Disney could make an entire movie all on their own. To say nothing of people who visit Florida from other places. (Or used to visit Florida until it became just as terrible as their own state. Texas, J’accuse).


I’m sure this is one of many other ideas people send you all the time. There’s certainly no lack of potential material. I’ve seen school board meetings that I wished were one of your mockumentaries. I can only imagine what you could do with a movie based on some recent political campaigns – I’d like to be able to laugh about those. 


All that’s to say that the world desperately needs your movies right now. So if it’s not too much trouble and you have the time, I hope you might consider making another one.


Sunday, March 27, 2022

March Movie Madness -- 2022 Oscars

It's that time again when March Madness has a meet cute with the movies and everyone in my house is vying for control of the Roku remote. I'm tracking best pic nominees while my oldest is tracking the tournament and my youngest started two NCAA brackets - one with my picks and the other with the dog's and guess which one's winning? 

But I don't even mind that I've been bested by a hound, because it's time for THE OSCARS and this is a bracket I can win. 

I'd like to thank the Academy for once again pushing back the date, because it gives everyone more time to see more films -- and on behalf of parents everywhere, thanks for the multiple streaming options. Because movie tickets are pricey, even more so is the popcorn and by the time you add the drive to the theater and all the trailers, a two-hour movie turns into an entire afternoon. Which is hard to spare these days for anybody, and especially if you have my kids, OMG MOM GOING A MOVIE WASTES SO MUCH TIME I COULD HAVE BEEN PLAYING BASKETBALL/FORTNITE/DOING NOTHING AND COMPLAINING ABOUT IT.

Plus, my kids have seen movies at home that I never would have taken them to in the theater, because I'm not blowing $60 (tickets, popcorn, can I have a pretzel, omg mom we NEED M&Ms for the popcorn, etc.) on a film that I really want to see but I'm pretty sure my kids don't. Whereas I will spend $20 to stream something that my kids might watch accidentally if they breeze through the room and they end up seeing an unexpected story or perspective...and if not, that's fine, too.

Case in point, I watched Roma when it was nominated with my then 12-year-old, who hung on till the childbirth scene, which drove him pretty quickly out of the room. But to this day, when discussing movies, I'll sometimes hear, "oh is it like that one movie? The one that was black and white and had the words? Yeah, I kinda like that one."

So, which among these Best Picture nominees will be this year's Roma? 

Here's my amateur (and in some cases immature) review of the 2022 films in no particular order...

Don't Look Up - funny, topical - a little too over-the-top for me, but maybe that's the point? Chock full of talent, on-point satire, this was the 15 year-old's favorite. (The tween's favorite was Spider Man: No Way Home and no, he does not care that it wasn't nominated for Best Picture. He still hasn't forgiven the Academy for not voting for Black Panther, so I expected nothing less).

Belfast - relevant, great story & cinematography. Plus it's got that Hollywood trifecta of black-and-white visuals, intimate story set during a major historical event, and a memoir(ish).

Dune - I saw the original in the 80s when Sting was in it. Sting wasn't in this one. At one point, I hit pause and my 15-year-old said, "OMG, there's an HOUR left of this?" My sentiments exactly. It's not the film's fault; I'm not a huge science fiction fan, but I did read the book a million years ago and I don't know that anybody would have better luck turning that into a movie. But hey, good to see the Sandworm from Beetlejuice making a comeback.

West Side Story - loved this remake and I'd totally forgotten how many memorable songs came from this film. I'd also forgotten the maturity level of teen/tween brothers, so I spent a lot of the movie scowling at my boys as they snapped their fingers and staged mock Sharks vs Jets battles in front of the TV. 

King Richard - watched this one with both my kids. He made us hate him, but at the same time he made us root for him, it was complicated, it was an amazing story and we all agree Will Smith deserves Best Actor. 

Licorice Pizza - I was so looking forward to this one. And then I saw it. I don't know...I just kept waiting for something that never happened, and then Bradley Cooper showed up and there were lots of water beds. 

Drive My Car - I know there were some really meaningful, interesting moments in this movie because I meant to write them down...but instead I fell asleep. Lesson learned: no three-hour movies after dinner. I did really like Hidetoshi Nishijima's and Park Yoo-Rim's performances, but I'm going to have to try and watch the second half again sometime when I'm more awake.

Nightmare Alley - I really liked this one in the beginning, but it could have been about an hour shorter.  I'd take less Cate Blanchett and more chicken guy. (Nothing against Cate Blanchett, I just liked the carnival storyline/scenes better). 

The Power of the Dog - if you want to watch a movie just to get really angry at someone, this film's for you. Stunning landscapes, but I'm not sure I've ever disliked a character in a movie so instantly and Benedict Cumberbatch may have ruined the banjo for me forever. HOWEVER, the last seven minutes of the movie turned it around. Well played, Jane Campion. So, if you're going to watch this one - you have to watch till the end. #wedonttalkaboutbroncohenry. 

CODA - one of my favorite kind of movies is the kind that tells the seemingly small story of a family or a friendship or just an ordinary person - not a war, not a great sweeping epic, but a small slice of life that sweeps you up in it completely. Like Minari or Little Miss Sunshine or Sideways...or this movie. The storyline, the acting and the writing were all so good. Beyond all those very rational reasons for CODA being my Best Picture favorite, there's also this: the main character is the child of deaf adults in Dorcester, MA. My maternal grandfather was a child of deaf adults in Worcester, MA. I barely knew him, but I like to think maybe this movie gave me a tiny glimpse into a life with similar challenges and hopefully, similar joys to his.

So there you have it - my vote's for CODA, but I think the dog movie's gonna win. 

Best of luck to all the nominees and in case E! needs any new correspondents for next year, my kids are on deck

PS - because I'm an Oscar nerd, I have a menu themed around some of the best pic nominees, and here's that lineup:

  • CODA - smoked salmon dip 
  • Belfast - Irish cheddar
  • West Side Story - Cielito Lindo dip 
  • Nightmare Alley - peanuts 
  • Licorice Pizza - duh, licorice and pizza (there's always a nominated film that features pizza - it's just not usually this obvious)
  • King Richard - the iconic Wimbledon dessert of strawberries & cream
  • Spencer* - Walker's English shortbread
  • Power of the Dog - this is not actually a food item, it's just me trying to use my powers to keep the dog from eating all the food






*Yes, I know Spencer wasn't in the Best Pic category, but English movies are the best supporting actor of any Oscars menu. You can always use them to add cookies (ahem, biscuits) or cheese - and it really doesn't matter what else you screw up, as long as you have cookies and cheese.

Saturday, October 17, 2020

Equality is on the ballot

Equality is on the ballot.


Equality means my stepmother doesn’t get harassed in my neighborhood because she’s Latina.

Equality means my sister-in-law and my niece don’t have to put up with ignorant comments because they’re Asian.

Equality means Black moms don’t have to have different, scarier conversations with their kids about the police than I do with mine.

Equality means Black moms/moms-to-be don’t have to worry that their health care will be compromised during pregnancy/delivery because of implicit medical bias.

Equality means my LGBTQ friends and family don’t have to worry about their families being rendered invalid or their health care threatened.

Equality means Indigenous people don’t have to see an acting President write an executive order against learning about their actual history.

Equality means I and other women don’t have to worry that the government has a bigger voice in the decisions about our bodies than we do.

Equality means having equal access to health care, clean water, clean air.

Everything I just listed can be directly correlated to something this President either has done or has tried to do.

Equality means living up to the ideals Americans talk about when we are at our very best

#VOTE2020







Obituary for a fish

Today we said goodbye to Douglas, the fish

Douglas was carried to his final resting place in a Jo Malone perfume sample box by pallbearer and friend, Luke Reedy, who also made the cross marking Douglas' burial.

Luke asked that I photograph him standing in the corner with an umbrella, "so people will think Douglas had a mysterious past."

RIP Douglas - fish, friend, enigma



Thursday, March 26, 2020

Coronapocalypse Day 12

Online learning update:
Today I learned what a acrostic poem is.
Also -- Mom, do I need a shirt to wear for Zoom?
OMG not THAT SHIRT
I'll just wear this old shirt from the floor, not any of these clean shirts in my drawer because I have NO GOOD SHIRTS

Also, Luke REALLY hates me as his teacher
#payteachersmoretheyaresuperheroes

Pest control update:
The district manager came out to check the rat situation.
It's never a good sign when a professional says, WHOA.
I feel like "district manager" and "rats" are not generally things that should go together, period.
Dear rats: you may be thinking, WE JUST CAN'T QUIT YOU, but I assure you, I can.

Gaming update:
OMG MOM PARKER KEEPS BOTHERING ME
OMG MOM LUKE HAS BEEN PLAYING FOREVER
OMG MOM, YOU'RE BLOCKING THE TV
OMG NOW I'M DEAD.

Reading update:
THERE IS NOTHING TO READ IN THIS HOUSE
NO NOT THOSE BOOKS
I WOULD NEVER READ THOSE BOOKS
WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO MORE FORTNITE TILL I READ?

Culinary update:
Can I have a sandwich on bread that's, you know, soft?
Like not heated in the thing?
What do you mean all the bread's frozen?
I hate all bread now
Can I have a Sprite for breakfast?
Can I have Ritz bits for lunch?
Can I have spaghettios?
I changed my mind, I hate spaghettios

Fashion update:
Can I get a new suit even if we're stuck inside for Easter?
Can it be camoflage?



We made it through another day, tomorrow's Friday ...and remember what Andy says -- we're going to get through this.








Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Coronapocalypse Day 11

In which I learn my patience can snap as easily as the Spode plate that shattered on the kitchen floor...

Today started out inauspiciously with a text at 3:47 am. Because on Saturday I broke my phone, spent hours trying to set it up yesterday only to have it assign me the wrong phone number. Side note - Ahmed, if you're out there, someone is bored during lock down and is desperately waiting for you to "hit her/him up" on Snapchat. You're welcome.

Glass half full: I have my phone number back now.

Glass half empty: chatting with the Verizon rep, while responding to two urgent work emails, while trying to make Parker sit down to set up his chromebook for 7th grade online learning as Luke does his 5th grade math OUT LOUD, while I'm toasting bagel for Parker, which leads to dropping plate and Luke runs in and screams that I'm wearing flip flops and will cut my feet and OMG MOM JUST LET ME HANDLE THIS.

Also glass half empty? Going outside to find rat droppings ALL. OVER. THE. PATIO. I just had the pest control people out. The rats are clearly unaffected by COVID 19 - or maybe this is some sort of triumphant act of revenge. Hey, human, remember the plague? YEAH SO DO WE. I called my pest control company (this is Texas, we have pest control on retainer) and explained what I found. You know it's bad when the professionals respond with, "OH GOD. I would have lost it." Well, Brad, you can't lose what's already gone.

(And please, well-meaning folks, do not suggest that mint can be used as a natural repellant. Rats could really give a rat's - well, you know - about your mojito garnish).

Other highlights:
- *Someone* spilled Swedish fish all over the den
- Luke and I beat Parker in basketball.
- In related news,my knees may never work again
- I finally started tuning into Andy Beshear's daily update and yes, all the memes are true. If you haven't started watching it, I highly recommend it for sanity. #teamandyforeverything

So cheers to Day 11. We made it. And guess what's also considered "essential business" right now?

Yep. Pest Control.










Sunday, August 4, 2019

An Immodest Proposal/A Tale of Two El Pasos

This past Thursday, a man left my hometown in the Dallas area and drove to El Paso, where he stopped by Wal-Mart to pick up some groceries.

Two days later on Saturday, another man also drove from the Dallas area and drove to El Paso, where he stopped by a Wal-Mart to shoot people.

One of those men was my father.

The other was a domestic terrorist.


I'm not going to waste anyone's time with an angry rant. I'm merely going to offer my congratulations to those steadfast folks still sticking to the NRA party line, who are even today posting "they can take my guns out of my cold dead hands" nonsense on Facebook.

To quote from Four Weddings and a Funeral, "you must be very proud."

In fact, might I suggest you stop this false modesty by pretending you've nothing to do with this latest event. After all, you've regaled us with your stances on race, gender and -- of course -- guns for months on social media. Surely now's not the time to turn shy. Go on, "tell us how it is" that another man legally purchased a gun and legally carried it, using those laws you've told us all how important are to you, into a store to kill people.

Don't be bashful and disavow his actions as a mental illness problem. Why, you've worked hard to elect a leader who stands up for the racism you've previously had to keep under wraps, so step up to the plate and own it.

Mental illness -- oh, come now. Next you'll be offering up your thoughts and prayers, which, I know lots of people say do nothing -- but I disagree. Judging from the vitriol you share online, filled with self-righteous indignation over slavery reparations, rage at certain female members of Congress and my personal favorite -- those adorable "respect the flag" posts that completely overlook any true meaning of patriotism, I'm guessing this is exactly the kind of thing you've been praying for the whole time.

And here's a fun fact -- did you know the Trump administration owes the El Paso police dept hundreds of thousands of dollars for protecting his last rally there? Money he has yet to pay back?

I really have to hand it to you - who knew that all this time, your "blue lives matter" signs really meant "(don't pay) back the blue?"

I say, well played. And you're really coming into your own now. You're not hiding behind thinly veiled jabs anymore. You're letting your KKK flag fly freely.

Bravo. You've saved the rest of us the trouble of wondering who the next shooter's coming from, and as a parent whose children have been doing active shooter drills since kindergarten (not active crazy people drills or active axe-murderer drills, I might add) I appreciate that.

I like how you've gone all out with your support of the NRA -- murdered schoolchildren and grandparents be damned. You're going down with that ship, and I can almost hear the violins on the deck of the Titanic with every tweet.

You've shown us that of all the things you are, a patriotic American isn't one of them. Your knowledge of the Constitution begins and ends with the number two -- but, goodness, who needs math?

If I had anything else to say -- and hello, I'm a woman, so who cares -- I would merely quote your own words back to you.

America -- Love or Leave it.

By all means, do just that.

Leave it. Surely there's some other country you'd find more suitable to your views. I hear Saudi Arabia is nice and warm this time of year.
Except there's that tiny detail of you not liking "those people."

Gosh, well, perhaps you could just do what the rest of us are trying to do.

Make America Good Again.

For all of us. Those who were born here. And those who've been jailed just trying to get here.

"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

#Resist




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