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Does Forever Have a Fact Checker?

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I'm a big fan of crime shows because I write a mystery series and I used to be the crime fiction reviewer for The Detroit Free Press. I've also taught crime fiction at Michigan State University.

There's lots of repetition on TV so each new season I look for something with a different spin. Forever sure has it: the narrator and lead can't be killed. He's also a New York City medical examiner with the insight of Sherlock Holmes, and he's played by the dashing Ioan Gruffudd who has a killer English accent and puppy dog eyes.

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The show's premise is fantasy: every time Dr. Henry Morgan is stabbed or shot he winds up in the nearest body of water reborn--and nude. But what surrounds this core is scrupulous forensic reality and the reality of police work and life in New York. Or so it seems. The show's writers are sloppy.

In one episode a gingko leaf was a clue and it led the team to the Cobble Hill neighborhood because that was supposedly the only place in New York where they grew. Dead wrong. They're among the most common trees in New York. And New Yorkers know it, too, because while ginkgos are pretty, the female trees have fruit that stinks.

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Much more seriously, the character played by Judd Hirsch is a survivor of Auschwitz and unbelievably, the episode where he first appeared showed him as an infant with a tattoo. Infants were not tattooed at Auschwitz; they were murdered. Inventing this is playing fast and loose with the facts of an extermination camp at a time when the survivors are dying off rapidly and Holocaust Denial is booming. It's more than sloppy, it's shameful and grotesque.

Forever has a strong female lead, generally good scripts, and Gruffudd's opening and closing reflections are often thought-provoking. But I wonder if the fact that the show is based in fantasy has made the writers lose their grip on reality and decide that whatever they think needs to be real for the show is real.

Lev Raphael is the author of The Edith Wharton Murders and 24 other books in genres from memoir to historical fiction.

Rosie O'Donnell Takes on Brian Williams at the Athena Film Festival

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The irrepressible Rosie O'Donnell could not help herself. Coaxed to do stand up on the not funny subject of her heart attack by HBO's Sheila Nevins, the television star created a routine that is more than the heartfelt in its title, "Rosie O'Donnell: A Heartfelt Standup," it's a PSA for women, a wake-up call to the astonishing fact that the leading killer of women is not breast or ovarian cancer, but heart disease. After a special screening at the Athena Film Festival, a panel of doctors weighed in on heart health for women offering tips for prevention. O'Donnell created a mantra for detection, HEPPP: Hot, exhausted, pain, pale, puke, which she made into an infectious ditty. When someone in the audience told her own heart story, O'Donnell strained to find a place for H, an added symptom of heartburn.

Rosie being Rosie, she could not help herself. Topical, she took swipes as Brian Williams. "Oh yeah, and I wrote and directed A League of their Own. Oops, I forgot, I only acted in that movie," she quipped. Though she says she is leaving The View because of her health, Rosie seems in top form, casting a roving eye on the young women filmmakers in the crowd. "Ooh, did you feel something? I felt it. You may be my next wife."

A version of this post also appears on Gossip Central.

I On Exceptional -- Living Cindy Crawford: Charity Ambassador

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At 49 this month, Cindy Crawford is not only strikingly beautiful but a strikingly savvy businesswoman. And though great genes may have won her a place in front of the cameras as a teenager, it has been her work ethic and sense of discipline that has kept her there for the past three decades. Unlike many of her peers, Cindy never took up a party-girl lifestyle. Even throughout the height of her fame she remained focused on her health and career, selling five million copies of her home fitness routine in 1992 and releasing a cosmetics workbook four years later, snatching up endorsement deal after deal along the way. Since leaving the world of full-time modeling sometime around 2000, she hasn't slowed down, instead delving deeper into the world of business by creating a skincare line and furniture line and also acting as spokeswoman for several important charitable causes.

There isn't really any doubt that the former supermodel is a sharp cookie. She graduated valedictorian of her high school and attended Northwestern University, until her modeling career was launched by renowned Chicago photographer, Victor Skrebneski. It was a smart move. In 1995, Forbes reported that Cindy was the world's highest paid model. But beyond the financial motivation behind her modeling, Cindy was able to travel the world and meet many fascinating people, learning from them as she went. This life experience has shaped her into the strong, independent woman she is today, and many have found that she has valuable words of wisdom to share.

Last November, Cindy's new role as Art Van Furniture's Charity Challenge Ambassador was announced at "A Shining Star Event" in Chicago. I was fortunate to be able to sit with Cindy to discuss her partnership with Art Van, inspiration for her line, and her advice for those wanting to get into the business. "If you're passionate about what you do," she said, "and you're true to your own values and your own aesthetic, and you trust that... I think that's the way to have a successful brand in no matter what it is."



The Art Van Charity Challenge will generate millions of dollars for various local nonprofits throughout the Midwest, and Cindy is pleased to participate. Her history of giving-back began long before her partnership with the furniture retailer. She has been a highly visible spokesperson for valued charities and causes through much of her career. Particularly close to Cindy's heart are research and treatment centers for leukemia. She participates in fundraising for DKMS, an organization that registers bone marrow donors to be matched with the patients in need of them, and supports St. Jude Children's Research Hospital, the Dream Foundation, and many more. As much as she has worked for herself and her family, through her philanthropic endeavors she has also touched the lives of many others.

Overall, it is Cindy's sense of priorities and work-life balance that makes her an example of truly exceptional living. The happily married mother of two has stated that if she must choose between her family and career, she chooses family--without hesitation. But she's thankful that she can have it all. In the end, it seems that her opinion of furniture design is not entirely unlike her advice for designing one's life:

"It's really about creating a comfortable sanctuary for your family."

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Best Picture Nominees: Selma, American Sniper and the Distortion of History

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I've seen all eight of the nominees for the Best Picture Academy Award and if I was voting, I'd vote for Selma.

I was a student at San Francisco State College when Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. The next day I attended a "memorial" for King presented by the Black Students Union. One after another, speakers (all male) denounced King for advocating non-violence. "See where it got him?" "White people only understand violence." "We have to fight back and kill white people just like they kill black people."

Then one young man stood before the group and said, "We may disagree with his tactics, but Rev. King walked down streets most of us here would be afraid to walk down."

I was reminded of this young man when I watched Selma. The civil rights activists portrayed in the film were courageous and, viewed from an era 50 years later when most Americans seem resigned to be bullied around economically and otherwise by the powers that be, inspirational. Throw in the refreshing portrayal of King as a human being with convictions and doubts and clever strategizing instead of a two-dimensional cardboard icon, and the superb acting of David Oyelowo, and you end up with a film that I wish more Americans would see.

Yet most of the attention given to Selma has revolved around its portrayal of President Lyndon Johnson as being more obstructionist than he really was, even falsely implying that Johnson approved of FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover's harassment of King and his family. Director Ava DuVernay's response to this criticism has been weak. "I'm not a historian," she told Gwen Ifill of PBS. "I'm not a documentarian. I am an artist who explored history."

The film does misportray Lyndon Johnson. However, this relatively minor historical inaccuracy is nothing compared to the distortions and inaccuracies of American Sniper or, for that matter, The Imitation Game.

DuVernay has stated that she wanted to avoid making a "White Savior" film. To understand why she might so desire, it's worth taking note of what I call Ed Zwick Syndrome.

Ed Zwick is a successful Hollywood director who made a trilogy of films that portray white people helping non-white people defend themselves from oppression because apparently they can't do it on their own. First came Glory, in which a white Union officer in the Civil War makes good soldiers out of a regiment of blacks...and leads them to their death. At least Glory was inspired by a true story.

Several years later Zwick made The Last Samurai with Tom Cruise as a mercenary captured by samurai rebelling against the government. He learns from their leader and uses his own warrior skills to help them with their revolt. But after the final losing battle, guess who survives while the others are killed? Yes, it's Tom Cruise. Finally, Zwick made Blood Diamond with Leonardo DiCaprio as a soldier of fortune during a civil war in Sierra Leone who offers to help a black African farmer find his missing wife and children in exchange for access to a hidden 100-karat diamond.

Zwick seems to have gotten over his White Savior period, but no sooner had he done so than along came Quentin Tarantino to make Inglourious Basterds and Django Unchained.

I'm Jewish and I considered Inglourious Basterds to be anti-Semitic because it brings in a white American Christian to lead the oppressed Jews in their attempts to kill Nazis. In real life, there were plenty of Jews who fought the Nazis without any help from American Christians. If you don't believe me, for starters track down Jewish Resistance In Nazi-Occupied Eastern Europe by Reuben Ainsztein. It's a 900-page book...and that's only Eastern Europe. There were revolts in the death camps and ghetto uprisings, and many Jews joined the anti-Nazi partisans (including my relatives Lusik and Hannah Valachinski). They didn't need an American from Tennessee to lead them.

Django Unchained? Another example of a white man teaching a black man to stand up for himself and kill people.

Given this background, is it really any wonder that Ava DuVernay wanted to avoid making anything that resembled a "White Savior" movie?

If you think these phony scenarios of white Christian Americans leading non-whites and non-Christians are not a big deal, unfortunately this attitude of white American paternalism really does spill over into real life. As one particularly painful example, Gen. Stanley McChrystal, who commanded U.S. and NATO troops in Afghanistan for a year, justified the continued presence of those troops by telling Kimberly Dozier of AP that Afghans really didn't want Americans to leave because "Like a teenager, you really don't want your parents hanging around you, but...you like to know if things go bad, they're going to help."

And, of course, in recent years Americans, like the white heroes of Glory and The Last Samurai, have led a lot of non-whites to their deaths in Iraq, Afghanistan and elsewhere.

Which leads us to American Sniper and the U.S. occupation of Iraq. In case you haven't heard yet, Clint Eastwood's film is based on the life and autobiography of Chris Kyle, who presumably killed more Iraqis than any other U.S. sniper. Bradley Cooper, who portrays Kyle (and does a great job, by the way), has said that American Sniper is "not a movie about the Iraq War....It's not a political movie at all."

I beg to disagree. Any film that does not question the rationale behind the war it portrays by default accepts the correctness of that war. At best, what American Sniper shows is that whatever sincere patriotic motives to defend the homeland inspire a soldier to join a war, once he's in the middle of that war, his whole focus is on defending his fellow soldiers instead.

Let's look at the historical accuracy of the portrayal of Kyle as a human being. Kyle claimed that he punched former Minnesota governor (and Navy SEAL) Jesse Ventura in a bar because Ventura said he hated America and that the SEALs "deserve to lose a few." Ventura sued Kyle. Kyle died before the case went to trial, but when it did, the jury ruled in favor of Ventura and awarded him $1.8 million in damages for defamation.

Kyle also claimed that after Hurricane Katrina, he traveled to New Orleans, installed himself on the roof of the Superdome and shot to death about thirty people he said were looters. There is zero evidence to support this story. Likewise, his claim that he shot to death two carjackers who tried to steal his truck is a fabrication.

In other words, Chris Kyle was not someone whose word you could trust, and the details related in his autobiography are not necessarily historically accurate.

But even Kyle's dubious version of reality was too much for Clint Eastwood and screenwriter Jason Hall. Kyle said that the first person he killed in Iraq was a woman carrying a bomb. Just to make sure viewers perceive Iraqis as truly venal, Eastwood and Hall added a fictional detail: the woman hands the bomb to a child who is advancing on U.S. troops until Kyle kills him.

In the movie, Kyle's arch enemy is a sniper who is identified as a shooter who represented Syria in the Olympics. In one scene there is even a framed photo of the alleged Syrian sniper standing atop a medal podium that looks a lot like the Olympics. I am the president of the International Society of Olympic Historians (ISOH) and I knew this was a ridiculous fiction. ISOH member Nicholas Wolaver took the time to fact-check this detail here and here and even received a letter from the president of the Syrian Olympic Committee confirming that there was no such person.

In real life, Chris Kyle considered all Iraqi males to be his enemies and referred to them as "savages." He bragged about looting their homes and got a kick out of driving at everyday Iraqis just to see them scream and run. "On the front of my arm, I had a crusader cross inked in," he wrote. "I wanted everyone to know I was a Christian." I wonder if this "Christian" ever bothered to read Jesus' words.

As for American Sniper's portrayal of the Iraq War, don't even get me started. The fact that the film had to be pulled from theaters in Baghdad because Iraqis, particularly those who had fought alongside Americans, were outraged, should say enough.

There is a tendency to forget that a lot of people who go to movies are young or, to borrow a phrase from the world of electoral politics, "low information" Americans. For example, a recent poll showed that a majority of Republicans think that U.S. troops found a weapons of mass destruction program in Iraq even though President George W. Bush himself admitted that they didn't.

From what I've read, some people came out of the theater after watching American Sniper hating all Iraqis and Muslims and wanting to do them harm. They bought the movie's premise that all Iraqis were the enemy, evidently forgetting that our troops were supposed to be supporting some Iraqis against other Iraqis.

And then there's The Imitation Game, a biopic about Alan Turing, who broke the Nazi's Enigma coding machine. Writing in The New York Review of Books, Christian Caryl has done an excellent job of summarizing the numerous distortions in this movie. In the film, Turing is portrayed as a haughty gay nerd who is so determined to hide his homosexuality that he is willing to not expose a Soviet spy. The real Turing never encountered a Soviet spy and never betrayed his country. And, as Caryl has written, "Turing was an entirely willing participant in a collective enterprise that featured a host of other outstanding intellects who happily coexisted to extraordinary effect."

Actually, I think that one of the most realistic portrayals this year was in an entirely fictional Best Picture nominee: Nightcrawler, in which Jake Gyllenhaal plays a creepy petty criminal who stumbles onto a lucrative profession: providing instant video of crime scenes to a local TV station. The producer he deals with, played by Rene Russo, has a narrative that underlies her coverage: urban crime is spreading to the suburbs and everyone should be afraid. At one point, one of her associates rushes in with breaking news: the home invasion mass murder they have been highlighting was really a drug cartel hit job and the victims were not some innocent family. Russo gives him a withering look...and they go on air with the home invasion of innocents angle instead.

Now that's reality.

The 2015 Grammys: Robbing (Cradles) and Stealing (Spotlights)

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Hi, and welcome to my real-time blog on the 2015 Grammy Awards! This year, instead of preceding the Super Bowl by a week, the Grammys are airing seven days after the big game, which means that we get to find out whether the show's one-off collaborations will be on the order of Katy/Lenny/Missy, or if any of tonight's combinations will go together more like second downs and pass plays. So get your "how many times will we get to see Taylor Swift dancing in the front row" scorecards ready...it's show time!

8:00: A weird "previously, on the Grammys" recap kicks off the show, and includes mention of a Paul McCartney-Ringo Starr reunion that may or may not have actually happened on last year's broadcast. (Hint: it did not.) AC/DC opens this year's show by playing two songs, including "Highway to Hell." We see that audience members in the front are all wearing devil horns. Or, if you're Katy Perry, making devil horns.

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8:07: LL Cool J makes his way onto the stage, rapping his nearly 30-year-old hit "Going Back to Cali," then acts surprised by the irony of his own lyrics. You know, since the show emanates from Los Angeles and all. Get it? He hilariously refers to the opening performance as "devilishly good," introduces Taylor Swift with a "shake it off" pun...then says he will be foregoing his usual comedy monologue. Oh, don't stop now - you're killing it!

8:09: Swift is on stage, and reads another scripted "shake it off" pun while presenting the nominees for the Best New Artist trophy won by past performers who she says have "gone on to do great things." You know, those acts who have proven their staying power: fun., Bon Iver, Evanescence. This year's nominees include Haim and Brandy Clark. Yeah, good luck with that, ladies.

8:16: Arianna Grande is up to perform "Just a Little Bit of Your Heart." OK, so it isn't nice to call this boring, so instead, let's just say that the best part was watching her try to sweep away the massive cloud of fog that rose suddenly and made her disappear faster than my insomnia problem after about 30 seconds of this.

8:21: LL Cool J introduces Jessie J and Tom Jones, who give us a cruise ship-worthy performance of "You've Lost That Loving Feeling." This is a great combination, because if there are two people who should be singing a love song to each other, it's a man and woman four generations apart.

8:25: Pharrell wins the award for Pop Solo Performance and has thankfully decided to go hat-less this year, but is wearing a monochromatic suit that makes him the only person in this segment with more gray on his body than Tom Jones. He expresses his gratitude by summarizing his experience as "super awkward."

8:39: Sam Smith accepts his second trophy in 30 minutes, and credits his success to simply being himself. Somewhere, Tom Petty is watching his TV and saying, "Really?"

8:47: Miley Cyrus and Nicki Minaj are on stage to present the next act. For those who didn't get their fill of the stars of yesteryear with AC/DC and Tom Jones, Madonna - along with the gospel choir last seen in the "Like A Prayer" video - turns in the night's first really spectacular performance. Hey, AC/DC, if you're going to make everyone wear horns, you might want to take some notes.

9:02: Nile Rodgers and Smokey Robinson go from announcing George Harrison's Lifetime Achievement Award immediately into the Best R&B performance nominees. Beyoncé wins, though there really wasn't a lot of choice. Not that she didn't deserve it, but does anyone really think that this show's producers are about to hand a live mic to fellow nominees Chris Brown or R. Kelly?

9:11: Ed Shearan performs "Thinking Out Loud," then introduces Jeff Lynne for a two-song ELO medley. Yeah, because if there was a time for Lynne to perform, it's two segments removed from when his Traveling Wilburys bandmate George Harrison was recognized. Oh look, Taylor Swift is dancing!! And, a few rows back, so are the girls from Haim, who seem to have figured out that pretending to be uncontrollably joyful over every single song performed on the show is a pretty safe way to get some camera time. And let's face it, they could probably use the help.

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9:15: Ryan Seacrest has apparently borrowed LL Cool J's coat, and in an awkward twist is on stage to introduce Gwen Stefani and Adam Levine, two of the judges from that other singing-competition show.

9:28: Annie Lennox has commandeered Tom Jones's sparkly coat and joins Hozier, stiffly waving her arm up and down like she's an extra in "8 Mile." Moments later, she has turned her stage-mate from Hozier to Who?-zier, completely stealing the spotlight with an out-of-nowhere domination of "I Put a Spell on You." Between her and Madonna, this is shaping up to be the night of the '80s diva. Cyndi Lauper, you backstage someplace?

9:34: Remember what I said earlier about Pharrell's hat? Scratch that. He's put on a bellhop cap for his performance of "Happy," which alternates between the familiar version and a decidedly less-happy, minor-key version. Afterward, a backstage producer is recognized for his long service to the show the way we'd all like to be acknowledged: with LL Cool J standing nearby, licking his lips, and some other random guy standing up and getting in the shot. Suddenly Annie Lennox is no longer the night's biggest spotlight stealer.

9:44: President Obama gives a pre-taped speech about preventing violence against women. Hey, Chris Brown, this might be a good time to step out and get some popcorn.

9:58: Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga throw their hats into the younger woman/much, much, much older man contest. Bennett impresses by showing his voice is still solid. Gaga, meanwhile, spends the next four minutes practically screaming into Bennett's ear and, at one point, has seemingly mistaken herself for Miley Cyrus and Bennett for Robin Thicke. Well, at least Bennett isn't pretending while he's singing the words "I'm in heaven."

10:13: Keith Urban introduces Eric Church, and jokingly hopes that Church's pregnant wife will make it through his performance without going into labor. Meanwhile, his wife politely laughs, but deep down is probably wondering why they didn't just let her husband perform earlier in the show.

10:17: Not creeped out enough yet? Good, because it's time for 37-year-old Brandy Clark and 58-year-old Dwight Yoakam to keep the country ball rolling by performing a song - where else? - on the same stage that earlier hosted the unholy Tom Jones/Jessie J and Tony Bennett/Lady Gaga alliances.

10:21: Rihanna, Kanye West and Paul McCartney are on stage for a performance that is West's second singing appearance of the night. Apparently he is no longer a rapper. Also apparent: whoever set up the microphones on stage forgot to turn on McCartney's.

10:29: CBS airs an ad for the upcoming NWA biopic, "Straight Outta Compton," which ends with the disclosure that this film has not yet been rated. Come on, what are you waiting for? We all know a film this gentle will be PG.

10:40: Beck wins his second trophy of the night. His wife wears a look of shock as he walks toward the stage. Not so surprising, however: Kanye West rushes the stage to jokingly protest another Beyonce snub. A few seats down, Taylor Swift wonders why he couldn't have been joking back in 2009.

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10:42: Nearly three hours into the show, we check in for the first time with "social media reporter" Pauley Perrette, who is doing great. That is, if actual reporting and making any mention of social media are not part of her job description.

10:53: Sia performs "Chandelier." I guess, anyway. Congratulations, Gwyneth Paltrow and CeeLo Green: you no longer hold the distinction of the Grammys' most "was that supposed to be funny or serious?" moment.

11:09: Stevie Wonder and Jamie Foxx read the nominees for Record of the Year...then delay announcing the winner so they can try to work out a comedy act. That's cool - it's not like the nominees are in any rush to find out who won.

11:27: Gwyneth Paltrow may have shown up too late to be a part of the Sia performance, but she is now here for some reason to introduce Beyoncé's amazing performance of "Take My Hand, Precious Lord." John Legend and Common then bring it home with a performance that was good...just not Beyoncé good. Despite running about 10 minutes over its advertised 11:30 end, the show manages to let the finale run in its entirety, helping make sure that no one cries on the internet this year about getting cut off.

11:37: The logical way to wrap the show would be for LL Cool J to thank us for watching, then say goodnight. Which must be why producers sign us off with no closure, instead randomly and inexplicably airing the closing moments of Sam Smith's performance from earlier. Well, since they didn't say it, I will: thanks for watching...and reading!

The State of the Oscar Race: Post-DGAs and BAFTAs

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This was a major weekend for Oscar predictors, starting with the Directors Guild of America (DGA) Awards and wrapping up with the British Academy of Film and Television Arts (BAFTA) Awards. Lots of very important data came in, so let's get right to it.

Directors Guild

First up this weekend was the Directors Guild, which is the best predictor of both Best Picture and especially Best Director.

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This makes Birdman the mathematical favorite for Best Picture, and its director (Alejandro Iñárritu) the favorite for Best Director. My full list of predictions and percentages for every category will be released next week, so stay tuned to @BensOscarMath for all the latest.

The one other category that the Directors Guild predicts is Best Documentary, but they don't do it so well, with 19 misses in the 23 years of the category. In fairness, three of the four successes were in the past five years, so this is a modestly good sign for Citizenfour.

The BAFTAs

On to the BAFTAs, which contain more Oscar-predictive categories than any other awards show.

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Best Picture and Director

First up, Best Picture and Best Director. Boyhood got a big boost here, winning both categories despite only one other victory all evening (well, evening in London's time zone). Wait a minute, didn't I just write that Birdman got a boost in those same two categories from the DGAs? I did, so it was certainly a mixed bag of a weekend, which is great for fans of a close race in the top categories. But the DGAs are a more statistically significant predictor, so Birdman is still on top in my mathematical standings.

Acting Awards

In the four acting categories, the BAFTAs stuck with the four nominees who were already Oscar frontrunners: Eddie Redmayne (The Theory of Everything), Julianne Moore (Still Alice), J. K. Simmons (Whiplash), and Patricia Arquette (Boyhood). The BAFTAs tend to do slightly better than 50-50 on acting winners, but in a year when their four picks agree with the Screen Actors Guild and nearly everybody else, it looks like the BAFTAs have a legitimate shot at picking all four this year.

The one other BAFTA acting award, the Rising Star Award, is unique to this ceremony. Jack O'Connell, the star of Unbroken, took home the trophy, but Angelina Jolie's film received no additional nominations. This has no mathematical bearing on the Oscar race.

Five Wins for Grand Budapest Hotel

In the remaining categories, the big winner was The Grand Budapest Hotel, which won five BAFTAs on eleven nominations, yet lost the top prize. This is not at all unprecedented - just last year, Gravity earned six victories before losing Best Picture to 12 Years a Slave. But Budapest can still be happy with what it did win: Best Production Design, Best Makeup/Hairstyling, Best Costume Design, Best Score, and Best Original Screenplay.

In Production Design, the boost is not huge: the BAFTAs have only predicted 6 of the last 15 Oscars in that category. The stat is identical for Best Score, which leaves The Theory of Everything still on top in my numbers-only standings.

For Makeup and Costumes, the effects are slightly different. The BAFTAs don't pick all of the winners (60% and 47% over the last 15 years, respectively), but they pick more than anyone else does - it turns out those are two very difficult categories to predict with high accuracy.

For Best Original Screenplay, the bigger question will be answered next weekend, when we learn the choices of the Writers Guild. Remember, the BAFTAs went zero-for-two last year at predicting screenplay Oscars.

The Hometown Winner

The other screenplay winner was on the adapted side, The Theory of Everything. It additionally took home Best British Film, but don't set your Oscar bets by that metric. Only one victor (2010's The King's Speech) of the 22 years since that category was reestablished went on to receive the top prize at the Oscars. Don't count on The Theory of Everything to be the second.

Best Animated Picture

The strangest category of this awards season has to be Best Animated Picture. Like so many other organizations, the BAFTAs lined up behind The Lego Movie, which was snubbed by the Academy. Interestingly, this means that 2015 will be the first year ever in which the BAFTAs and the Oscars disagree on the Best Animated Picture. That was previously the only perfect predictor in my model, for any category, but no more.

Best Documentary

The film with the biggest weekend of all was Citizenfour, the only movie to win the same category (Best Documentary) at both the DGAs and the BAFTAs. But, the BAFTA win, like the DGA win, is not enormous news, since the BAFTAs only reintroduced the documentary category in 2011.

Best Visual Effects and Cinematography

Let's finish off with the technical categories. Interstellar took Best Visual Effects, which is a great sign for that film, since 80% of BAFTA winners over the past decade took home the VFX Oscar. Birdman got a slight boost for Best Cinematography, but there, BAFTA's prediction rate is only 40% over the past 15 years.

Best Editing and Sound

Finally, Whiplash received prizes for Best Editing and Best Sound. The editing win helps a little, but remember, the BAFTAs somehow missed Gravity in that category last year, even though it was produced in Britain! Best Sound is an interesting one, because it loosely corresponds to two categories at the Oscars. It predicts Best Sound Mixing 67% of the time, but Best Sound Editing only 47% of the time, so Whiplash moves up a bit in both of those standings.

Coming Up...

Lots more to look forward to next weekend: the guilds for sound editing, sound mixing, makeup and hair styling, writing, and cinematography all dish out their awards, so be sure to keep an eye on @BensOscarMath for what it all means for the biggest awards show of the season.

NCIS New Orleans Pledges to get the Food RIGHT!

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Jeffrey Lieber (Showrunner and Executive Producer NCIS New Orleans) pledged to give as much attention to the Food and culture, as the Forensics beginning in Episode 18 of NCIS New Orleans.

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From L to R Lucas Black, Zoe McLellan, and Scot Bakula (His back anyway)

I recently took a few television shows to task for getting the food wrong, and so badly wrong within their worlds.

The one I came down hardest on was N.C.I.S. New Orleans. Those you who read me know how serious I am about New Orleans Cuisine and Culture. If you are going to be a part of that city you have to take the food seriously. If you want to explore the culture you have to know it.

The language, accents, neighborhoods, and foods all have incredible nuance.

I am not the only one who has noticed this. Twitter is filled with posters finding mistakes and my e mail box filled after the initial article. Food IS New Orleans and if that is not constantly incorporate correctly you might as well film in Cleveland.

Jeffrey Lieber (Executive Producer and Showrunner) and I took it to twitter, then e-mail and finally skype. I have to admit I was on him like a duck on a June bug. He surprised me when he asked... "How can we get it right?"

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Meeting with the Staff Jeff Lieber on right



I sent over some articles about New Orleans food. While he gave himself a crash course in food I gave myself a crash course in NCIS. I binge watched episodes 5 to 11 and yes saw more errors. I cringed at a few of the cultural errors. I laughed at others. I had initially given up on them after Episode 4, so it was a lot of TV for me.

I then gave myself a crash course on Jeffrey Leiber. He was responsible for Tuck Everlasting and involved with a little show called Lost that some of you may have heard of. He has clearly earned his place in the business.

Then I read his rather wonderful show runner rules.

As a former actor he uses these rules and twitter as a way to engage with his audience. He understands the importance of the viewer.

So what are Showrunner rules?

Showrunner Rule #2: Black out the character names on a script. If after you can't IMMEDIATELY identify your characters voices, ya fucked up.

Showrunner rule #3 I'll take a great person over a great writer any day, I can fix writing, but I can't get back time an asshole wastes.

Showrunner Rule #26: Twitter = great tool for writing dialogue. Almost every great line is less than 140 Characters. "Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown."

( I would love to hear him debate that one with Aaron Sorkin)

Showrunner Rule #106: Being a great staff writer is equal parts invention & mimic. Invention of story... mimic of the creators' voice/style.

Showrunner Rule #144: Backstory is neither plot, nor need, nor stakes. Backstory is just the sauce in which backstory/plot/need are stewed. (But it would seem important for rule #106?)

I created my own Sauce for Pride, his food back story. Dedicated fans can read it here.

There are over 200 Showrunner Rules to read them all go here.

So what does a Showrunner do in an interview...He asks questions. He learned as much about me as I did about him.

It ended up being an enjoyable conversation. Here are a few select quotes.

As stated Jeffrey pledged to give as much attention to the Food, as the Forensics beginning in Episode 18.

"When food is mentioned I am going to go back to the writers as I do on other things and say get more specific, why is it this? I am as guilty as anyone of using food as a crutch. It means something."

"Clearly from moment one New Orleans is the most shootable city I have ever shot in. It has been a conscious effort to at least make a nod to the food of the city. Because we built a kitchen in the squadroom I realized we had to give as much work to the food as we do to the forensics in that show."

"The new mandate going forward is look for the culture."

To me that means no more major gaffes. I am hoping the writers learn to think before writing. Who is this character, what backstory stew will determine his language, accent, food choices?

Because there was so much so wrong I created a lagnappe to apologize to the viewers. Like Bobby's dream, it explains everything.


NCIS NEW ORLEANS APOLOGY



INT. PRIDES DINING TABLE

The table is set for 3, there are linen napkins and a bottle
of Portuguese Douro present. The wine has been opened.

Chris and Brody enter, Pride motions for them to sit.

PRIDE
Chris and I owe you a huge apology
Brody.

CHRIS
This dinner is about being sorry,
that's why I tucked a bottle of
bubbly and that sorbet in the
freezer. You see, we been funnin
with you.

PRIDE
In New Orleans we take our food
very seriously and sometimes we use
to initiate a new resident.

Brody looks confused.

CHRIS
A hazing.

BRODY
What do you mean?

PRIDE
Remember that morning I gave you
beignets and lemonade?

CHRIS
He didn't make no beignets those
was reheated from Morning Call,
they weren't even fresh (laughing)

PRIDE
(Holding back laughter) That
lemonade must have tasted like
battery acid after the sugar on the
beignet.


CHRIS
And Galatoire's they don't deliver,
I sent a friend for that list and
those oysters, we just kept hoping
you would call up and ask them to
deliver.

BRODY
Was there more?

PRIDE
(Both laughing now) So much more.
But Chris agrees, as of today we
are going to give you only the real
deal. No more jokes.

BRODY
(Smiling) I did eat some odd
things, but I didn't complain. I
thought that was the way it was
down here. How are you going to
make it up to me?

Pride bows and gets up from the table.

CHRIS
Wait til you see what he has in
that kitchen.

Pride returns with a rose cut stuffed pork belly on a
platter. Brody stands up, Chris follows. Pride sets the roast
down on the table, they clink glasses.

BRODY
All is forgiven.

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Sweet Ophelia: An Interview With Musician Zella Day

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If you aren't already listening to Zella Day, now is the moment to do yourself a favor and make things right in your world by putting on headphones and diving in. You can thank me later.

Zella's debut self-titled EP has just been released, and she is receiving all kinds of love from critics and listeners alike -- and it's no wonder. Her EP is nothing short of magical, and in addition to being one of Spotify's Top 10 Rising Stars to Watch, her new single, Hypnotic, just spent time as the iTunes Single of the Week.

Zella is heading out on tour this month, and I caught up with her this week to chat about her music, this whirlwind year she's been having, and what the west coast has in store with her live performances just around the corner. If you have the chance to see this woman play this month, I suggest you take it! She's rad.

Watch Zella Day's "Sweet Ophelia" video, then read our chat below:




Logan Lynn: Hi Zella. Thanks for chatting with me today. I love your new video, and your music is exquisite. You have had quite a year! Congratulations.

Zella Day: So glad to be hanging out with you. Thank you.

Lynn: How did all of this come about?

Day: This all has been a building process. Nothing has been handed to me. I've taken advantage of all the opportunities that have come my way by working hard. It feels good to see people responding to my music.

Lynn: Resourcefulness is key these days in the music world. I don't often hear stories of folks being handed things, so it's nice when hard work is rewarded with people digging what you've been working so hard for. It sounds like you had a killer CMJ experience, and now you are taking your show on the road. What can people expect from your live performances?

Day: I'm going to be on the road starting February 10th for nine days. I begin the tour in Santa Barbara at the Soho and then travel up the coast. I'm going to be adding a couple of new songs from the full length record that nobody has heard yet. I can't wait to break those in live.

Lynn: Oh, that's exciting - and you've just released your self-titled EP to critical acclaim. Are you working on new material for a full-length?

Day: The record is complete. I've got so much in store for this year it's insane. Lots and lots of surprises!

Lynn: I love surprises! Who are you working with this round?

Day: I worked with the same two producers on this record over at WAX studios, Xandy Barry and Wally Gagel.

Lynn: That's bound to be special. When did you make the leap from Arizona to Los Angeles? Was that for music?

Day: I moved from AZ to Long Beach three years ago because of some family stuff. Music wasn't the catalyst for the move but it was part of the equation. I resided in LB for two years until moving up to LA a few months ago. That move alone has changed my life drastically, since I'm much more immersed in the music scene here.

Lynn: That's quite the scene to find oneself immersed in. Who are some of your favorite artists? Anyone out there right now that you are dying to collaborate with?

Day: My mouth is watering for the new Father John Misty album. Maybe someday I'll make my way into a song with that guy.

Lynn: That would be rad. You've been compared to Chvrches and Lana Del Rey, amongst others. I know from personal experience in this industry that critics love to put people into boxes and make comparisons, often missing the point. Do these comparisons feel right to you?

Day: I feel like comparisons can be very counterproductive in the art world. It's no fun to categorize somebody's self-expression. I make the music that flows through me and that's all I can ever do.

Lynn: Agreed. I think of the music I make as a piece of my humanity, and how can one categorize someone's humanity? For people reading this who may not already be familiar with you, how do you describe your sound to people? Is there a feeling experience that guides your process?

Day: Some of my favorite adjectives I've picked up along the way are "ethereal", "desert", "70s", "gypsy", "rock"...

Lynn: I can see those. I would add "bright" and "amazing" to that list if I were making it about your songs, but that's just me gushing again. After your tour, what does 2015 hold for you? I'm guessing big things.

Day: I'm anticipating a lot of change this year. My whole life story is about to be released on a record.

Lynn: That can be so intense, and also such a beautiful, liberating experience! I'm really looking forward to hearing it, and much more from you over the years to come. Anything else you would like to leave our readers with today?

Day: I hope to see you at a show, I would much rather sing you a song in person.


Catch Zella Day on tour with Milo Greene all this month:

2/10, Santa Barbara, CA at SOhO Restaurant
2/11, San Francisco, CA at The Independent
2/13, Portland, OR at Doug Fir Lounge
2/14, Vancouver, BC at Electric Owl Social Club
2/15, Seattle, WA at Columbia City Theatre
2/19, Los Angeles, CA at El Rey


For more on Zella Day, visit her website, or follow her on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.

For more on Logan Lynn, visit his website, or follow him on Facebook and Instagram.

For 'Ultimate Survival Alaska' star James Sweeney, mixed feelings about reality TV fame

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If you've watched the reality TV show "Ultimate Survival Alaska," you know James Sweeney.

In a field of mild, mostly upbeat competitors, he stands out as a hot-blooded mountaineer curmudgeon, frequently out of harmony with his hippie teammates.

As the third season of the show airs (filmed in summer 2014), Sweeney is learning something known by reality show villains since David "Puck" Rainey of MTV's "The Real World" and "The Apprentice's" Omarosa Stallworth: The bad guy is the only one people remember.

"I'd never get this much attention if I was boring," Sweeney said.

Sweeney, a 58-year-old mountaineer and writer who lives in the Turnagain Arm community of Hope, says he's OK, for the most part, with how he's being portrayed on the show. But he says he's no bully.

"And I'm not rude," he said. "I have meticulous manners. I'm a very 'please,' 'thank you' kind of guy."

From the beginning, when producers from the National Geographic Channel approached him about being on the show, he had an inkling he'd be cast in an unflattering light.

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Why Fresh Off the Boat Matters

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Last Wednesday, Asian America had a nationwide house party/orgasm after the two-episode debut of ABC's new sit-com Fresh Off the Boat, which is based on chef and author Eddie Huang's childhood move to Orlando, Florida.

We gathered for public viewings in New York and Los Angeles. We texted until our fingerprints rubbed off. We broke Facebook and Twitter posting about it. For months before the premiere, we rallied for the show like it was a presidential election.

Why? Because we were the proverbial wallflower who was finally asked to dance!

There we were on the God-Box. Television. The one-way window that taught me important lessons about loss like the Space Shuttle Challenger crash, 9/11, and Hurricane Katrina. The plastic and glass oracle of Americana that taught me everything that was good and right about this country: The Wonder Years, The Wire, Breaking Bad, and Robotech.

For Asian America, it was the Wright Brothers, Charles Lindbergh, and Neil Armstrong all rolled into one. Except rather than a white man walking on the moon, it was real live Asian Americans walking on Earth!

To be completely honest, it was hard for me to enjoy the show at first.

But not because of the quality of the writing, acting or production. It was hard to watch the show because I had a difficult time focusing. And it was hard to pay attention because I was still so shocked that a show about Asian Americans was actually on TV.

Every time I tried to concentrate, little thoughts would creep into my head and distract me from the episode. Is this really happening? I can't believe this is happening! Cause the last time I saw an Asian American family on mainstream television was, uh, never. (Confession: I didn't watch All American Girl because I was too busy getting bad grades in college).

I'm pretty sure others felt the same way. Like this was a big practical joke and the show would get cancelled half way through the first episode and ABC would just put on an old episode of Friends (rented from NBC just in case the show bombed).

In addition to paranoia, I also suffered from overly self-conscious group consciousness. Is this show funny? Am I laughing because it's funny or just to be "down for the cause?" Or is it just an uncomfortable laugh because I'm still tripping about seeing a kid on TV that reminds me of me?

But then reality settled in and a second un-cancelled episode alleviated some of my mania. Randall Park worked his sly, welcoming charm as only he can. (Full disclosure: I went to college with Mr. Park and was a member of the theater group he co-founded). Constance Wu steals every scene. And young Hudson Yang, a fireball of swagger, ultimately steals our hearts.

Then there's that soundtrack. The '90s. The Golden Age of Hip Hop. Biggie. Snoop. Cube. That's three-fourths of my Mount Rap-More! The show is worth keeping around based on the beats alone. (As the music played, I imagine some Midwesterner asking, "Asian Americans listen to hip hop?" Then I put my hand into the TV, reach across the country, smack him, and say, "Duh! Everyone listens to hip hop!")

Two days later and Asian America is still high as a drone . And that's when the seminal nature of Fresh Off the Boat hits me like a Tiger Mom after a poor piano recital.

FOTB is not just about Asian America seeing itself for the first time in mainstream media. It's that we see ourselves while other non-Asian Americans can see us simultaneously. That's what sets this experience apart. That's the power of mass media, collective audiences, and scheduled show times.

Seeing ourselves is new. Being seen even newer. Be gentle with us at this fragile time because with exposure there is vulnerability. Invisibility sucked but at least it was safe.

Ultimately though, FOTB is deeper than image. It's about acceptance.

It's not about us. It's not about the "quality" of the show. It's about the rest of the nation.

Obviously, Asian America is ready for the show. But we only make up 5 percent of the population. Even if every single one of us watched the show it would not survive.

Asian America is on the cusp of its "Obama Moment." Not politically, but through media. Through a situational-comedy about a Taiwanese kid and his family moving to the suburbs of Orlando and trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.

If Fresh Off the Boat survives, it will be like when the African American community felt an overwhelming sense of racial and political inclusion after the 2008 Presidential elections. Who can forget the smiles and tears during Obama's first inauguration? In a country fraught with racial division, a majority of Americans -- white Americans -- believed enough in an African American man to make him the leader of the free world.

Right now, Asian America will be in election night mode WEEKLY. How many episodes will the show last? Will it, will WE make it to season two? Will the rest of America support it or will it get cancelled like Margaret Cho's All-American Girl or John Cho's Selfie?

I know it's only TV. I also understand if Fresh Off the Boat stays on the air it just means our image (and our story as written by others) is good enough to sell detergent and boner medicine.

I'll take it.

Oscars for The Imitation Game?

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Morten Tyldum's Oscar-nominated movie The Imitation Game certainly packs an emotional punch. The first time I watched it, a woman broke down as the movie ended. She sat sobbing while the credits rolled. Others stayed on in their seats, seemingly shocked by the powerful story. It's about Alan Turing, of course, Britain's forgotten but now rediscovered war hero and math genius.

The Imitation Game is turning Turing into a household name, and that's where he belongs, together with Einstein, Churchill, and Hitler--whom Turing did as much as anyone to defeat. There should be a statue of Turing in Central London, alongside Britain's other greatest war heroes.

The movie has been widely criticized for inaccuracy, and the historian in me does wish this fascinating story had been told with a greater regard for the truth. Nevertheless, I've watched it three times now and enjoyed it more each time. The movie is a dramatization, not a documentary. As with a Puccini opera, I doubt it ever set out to be accurate history. Obsessing over whether Tosca gets the history right would be to miss the point of the opera. Did Puccini entertain you? Did his opera move you? Did it make you think?

Tyldum's movie ticks all three of these boxes. The Imitation Game is opera--enjoyable and important opera. It gets the crucial outlines of the story right, correctly saying for example that it was Turing who invented the fundamental logical principles of the modern computer (actually a point seldom acknowledged in the history books). The movie brings out the mammoth importance of Bletchley Park's attack on the German Naval ciphers, an incredible operation that helped save possibly as many as 7 million or more lives. And it correctly places Turing at the center of this.

The filmmakers successfully evoke something of the wartime atmosphere at Bletchley Park with its odd mix of military types and civilians. In among the crisp army and navy uniforms are codebreakers dressed in pullovers and flannels. When somebody starts to get a break into a message we see lifelike scenes of codebreakers clustering around excitedly and looking over each other's shoulders. The crowded bar and its noisy chatter are true to life--although not the business talk we hear among the codebreakers, which was strictly verboten. There are realistic shots of buses ferrying workers in and out, and of the wide-open spaces where people could get away and talk, as when Turing (Benedict Cumberbatch) and Joan Clarke (Kiera Knightley) settle down on the grass with sandwiches to discuss mathematics.

Joan Clarke is often the only woman highlighted in the fictional Bletchley Park, so different from the real establishment with its many thousands of female workers. Everywhere there would have been a constant to-and-fro of Wrens, WAAFs, ATS girls (as they were always known), and civilians like Clarke. The movie might have mentioned that it was actually Clarke who made some of the very earliest breaks into the German Navy's Enigma traffic, cracking messages on three consecutive days in April 1940. At first this ace cryptanalyst earned scarcely more than £2 a week (about $3 at today's exchange rate), almost a pittance compared to what the male codebreakers were paid. Joan remembered that when she first entered Hut 8, one of the men looked up from his desk and said "Welcome to the sahibs' room"--a reference, almost certainly not ironic, to the strictly male enclaves found all across the British Empire.

Traveling around Europe lecturing about Turing, I'm often asked just how accurate the movie is. If you really want to know, the answer is that much of it is wildly wrong, and not just with respect to fussy little details that matter only to professional historians--a lot of the time it's wrong on a lavish scale. Especially important is that The Imitation Game depicts a very unreal Turing.

Early in the movie Turing is described as "insufferable". We are soon told that he's unable to get jokes or follow irony, and too socially challenged to understand a lunch invitation. Even Turing's greatest admirer in the movie, his fiancée Joan Clarke, brands him a "fragile narcissist". But Turing wasn't fragile: he was a resilient and courageous man. He needed every ounce of his courage when he was put on trial for being gay. Nor was Turing a narcissist--with a Spartan outlook on life, he was absorbed in his work and ideas but took little notice of himself. The real Turing was cheerful, lively, good with kids, and laughed a lot. He had a raucous crow-like laugh that sometimes grated on people's nerves--they might have wished he couldn't understand jokes, but in fact Turing loved humor.

The movie portrays the atmosphere at Bletchley Park as at flashpoint, with constant conflicts and clashes of personality. Hugh Alexander, depicted as a womanizer and a "bit of a cad" (another of the fictional Joan's judgments) at one point heaves a glass angrily at Turing's Bombe and then attacks Turing with a wrench. On another occasion he punches Turing, knocking him to the ground. In real life, Alexander was a top manager in a department store chain before going to Bletchley Park--a restrained, good-humored, diplomatic man, skilled in dealing with people. Liked by all, Alexander was regarded not only as a brilliant codebreaker but also a brilliant leader of codebreakers. The movie implausibly shows him burning the records of the codebreakers' work, in a huge bonfire at the end of the war. In fact, Alexander diligently wrote out a lengthy official history of the attack on Naval Enigma, and his detailed account of the codebreakers' triumphs and disappointments was declassified in the 1990s (you can find it on the web here).

Alastair Denniston, the boss at Bletchley Park, is portrayed as an angry buffoon itching to terminate the Bombe project and to sack Turing. The real Denniston, astute and pleasant, was one of only two British codebreakers to see the half-dozen Polish "Bomby" (forerunners of Turing's Bombes) churning away cracking Enigma messages in a secret underground room in the Warsaw countryside, just a few weeks before Hitler's troops overran Poland. Denniston understood the Bombe's potential firsthand. In fact, Bletchley Park itself was his idea--thanks to his extraordinary vision, he was certain that a gang of what he called "men of the professor type" could wreak havoc on Hitler's codes. A skillful behind-the-scenes operator, Denniston succeeded in booting his eccentric brain-heavy operation into action as war broke out.

Sacking and hostility are in the air at the fictional Bletchley Park. Turing himself wants to sack most of his colleagues, saying at one point about Alexander, Peter Hilton, and his other comrades, "They are all idiots, fire them". The real Turing knew that the real Alexander and Hilton were two of the best cryptanalysts on earth. Hilton, who died not long ago, wrote of the "happy atmosphere" among the codebreakers. His words highlight the fictional nature of the hyper-tense office politics portrayed in the movie: "We enjoyed each other's successes. There was, among us, a real camaraderie. My memories of those days are entirely unclouded by any recollection of dispute or bad spirit--there must, I suppose, have been some, but, if so, I was never involved." (Hilton writing in Copeland et al. Colossus: The Secrets of Bletchley Park's Codebreaking Computers, Oxford University Press, 2010.)

I remember Peter's reaction to a previous Enigma movie, Universal Pictures' notorious U571. "Rubbish", he exclaimed spiritedly, and I can imagine him saying the same about his own portrayal in The Imitation Game. In one scene, the fictional Hilton pleads with Turing to save his brother, a gunner on a North Atlantic convoy that Turing and the team have just discovered is going to be torpedoed--a risky idea, since it might have tipped off the Germans that Enigma was being read. But actually Turing himself didn't play any role in deciding how the information from decrypts would be used, contrary to the movie's depiction of him as regularly possessing the power of life or death over many thousands of people. Besides, the real Hilton didn't even have a brother on the convoys.

Hilton would never have done anything that risked compromising their hard-won break into Enigma--any more than the real Turing would have thought of covering up for Stalin's spy John Cairncross, as the movie's Turing does when Cairncross says "If you tell him my secret, I'll tell him yours" (that Turing is gay). Alex von Tunzelmann recently wrote in the Guardian newspaper that, in those scenes, the moviemakers are accusing Turing "of cowardice and treason". It's a great shame that Tyldum and co. chose to depict Turing as protecting a man he knew to be spying for the Soviets, or as foolishly taking ultra-secret documents out of Bletchley Park--let alone as contravening the Official Secrets Act by volunteering the entire Enigma story to an ordinary policeman. It's all false, all operatic concoction.

Also unsettling is the portrayal of Turing as a mad scientist who attempts to recreate his long-dead schoolfriend Christopher Morcom in a computer. In the movie Turing names his Bombe "Christopher", as well as the later computer that he has (improbably) built in his home. He says towards the end of the movie that "Christopher's become so smart". All made up. Also fictitious is the scene in which Turing--his brain fried by the hormones he was sentenced to by the British court that convicted him for being gay--cannot even start a crossword puzzle, let alone solve it. In his review "Saving Alan Turing from His Friends" Christian Caryl describes this as "one of the film's most egregious scenes". He's right. At the purported time of this fictitious episode, Turing was in fact engaged in groundbreaking mathematical investigations into biological growth, using the Manchester computer--some of the most profound and productive research of his life. Yet, serious though Caryl's and Tunzelmann's criticisms are, these blemishes don't spoil the movie for me.

More concerning, though, is a title at the end of the movie that reads: "After a year of government-mandated hormone therapy, Alan Turing committed suicide on June 7th, 1954". However, there is no convincing evidence that Turing's death--which occurred more than a year after the end of the hormone "therapy"--was suicide. In reality the resilient Turing bore this wicked treatment with "amused fortitude"--Peter Hilton's words--and another of his close friends told me that the courageous Turing regarded the hormone therapy "as a laugh". The moviemakers are in fact uncritically repeating the verdict of the 1954 inquest: that Turing committed suicide by taking poison while the balance of his mind was disturbed. But this verdict is now seriously challenged. To judge by the inquest transcripts, no evidence at all was presented to indicate that Turing intended to take his own life, or that the balance of his mind was disturbed. In fact, his mental state appears to have been unremarkable at the time. It is striking that the coroner showed so little interest in seeking out evidence concerning Turing's intentions or his general state of mind.

The computer engineer who worked side by side with Turing from early 1954, Owen Ephraim, told me that he "was the last person to spend working time with Alan". They had "said cheerio" as normal at the end of what turned out to be Turing's last week of work. Yet neither the coroner nor the police thought to question Owen. "Nobody from the police or elsewhere ever interviewed me to ask about his behaviour in those last days before his life ended", Owen said; "As far as I know, no such investigations were made at the University". Owen continued: "If I had been asked, I would have said that Alan Turing acted perfectly normally during those last days, and with as much dedication as ever" (Owen Ephraim quoted in my biography Turing, Pioneer of the Information Age, the final chapter of which is an investigation into the circumstances of Turing's death).

Would a more probing inquest have returned a suicide verdict? Quite possibly not. An open verdict, indicating uncertainty, would have been more appropriate. The exact circumstances of Turing's death may always remain unclear. It should not be stated that he committed suicide--because we simply do not know. Perhaps we should just shrug our shoulders, agree that the jury is out, and focus on Turing's life and extraordinary work.

Why, after this litany of criticisms, do I like the movie? Opera is one thing, scholarly history quite another. Both have their different roles to play in awakening us to an episode from the past. The Imitation Game--dramatic, moving, funny, horrifying, fast-paced, and with sympathetic performances and a great score--is doing exactly that. The movie relates central facts about the 20th century. People should know of the astonishing difficulty of breaking Germany's military codes, and of the enormity of the stakes as Europe sank into darkness in 1939-1940. And people should know who Turing was and what he did. Inaccurate though the movie is, it hits these marks loud and clear. I for one am hoping that Tyldum, Cumberbatch, Knightley and company pull in a whole armful of Oscars.

2015 Grammy Awards, as Tweeted

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I held my annual Twitter party during the Grammy Awards this week...we talked about the marketing for the most part, but we also got in lots of commentary on the celebs, and fashion, and in this case the music.

We started out on E! for the red carpet, where it was the year of product integrations up one side and down the other. In fact we could probably start calling it the "brand carpet." The spokespeople were on script, touting product features much more prominently that I've ever noticed it before. It's usually more subtle I have to say, but this year they put it right out there!

Many of the brand mentions were timed to an advertising spot as well, which then also kicked in the social media. The most deliberate came from Degree, AFLAC, Crest White Strips, Herbal Essences, and of course Cover Girl who utilized its spokesperson Katie Perry to the max. She actually put a shot of her makeup artists applying the Cover Girl mascara up on Instagram right before her red carpet appearance, right before the advertising spot ran...and then it ran over and over again throughout the night. The mascara may not have been running, but the branding certainly was!

Pharrell showed off his fashion collaboration with Adidas, strutting his stuff and staying on message on the red carpet.

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And of course, who could forget Gwen Stefani and her contest/endorsement for MasterCard and their "priceless surprises."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QNZszaW27s

Despite the heavy branding, It was feeling a little slow to tell you the truth, but then the show kicked in and so did the messaging...of a different kind.

For the Super Bowl, I had predicted that we'd see brands promoting unity, diversity, acceptance, and everyone taking care of each other. We actually never saw that at the big game, but it came shining through last night at the Grammy Awards.

Early and eventually frequent winner Sam Smith said it best when he accepted his speech...it wasn't until he became himself that he started making good music.

A befitting trio tackled the issue of domestic violence: President Obama, an actual victim, and Katie Perry...showing the NFL how to inspire people to come out and seek help. Help is out there!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkiyHs5d3Uo&index=1&list=PL3ZQ5CpNulQnf2AcQcTSFQMBg6yjxaX42

"Artists have a unique power to change minds and attitudes! It's on all of us!"

On a lighter note: McDonald's reran an advertising spot from it's "Lovin'" campaign...all about historical archenemies finding a way to get along. "Love is endless."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EShRCWOtNJ4

The biggest surprise of the night, from a marketing perspective, came from Whirlpool. Whirlpool! The brand's approach and messaging was nothing short of a WOW, completely altering what many of us would have thought about the brand in our lives. It was the culmination of the "Every Day, Care" contest where applicants could show how every day caring (like doing the laundry) changes people's lives. The campaign has been online for a few months, but last night it took center stage. The winner was a WOW, that's all I can say.

http://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/whirlpool-brand-and-award-winning-artist-hunter-hayes-reveal-care-is-musical-contest-winners-performance-in-national-ad-300032050.html

I'm going to leave it at that.

PS - Props to my girl Madonna. Girl still has it, I don't care what anyone says.

My Best Grammy Moments -- Meeting The Beatles & Beach Boys!

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John Lennon glowed like a saint with a luminous aura, as I watched him step out of the long, stretch black limousine. The year was 1975. He looked like a delicate aristocrat with a Medici type fedora tilted sideways, a cumulus billowing white silk scarf, a large bejeweled flowering brooch that said "Elvis," long stringy hair, and those famous wire rim spectacles. At the time, I was a youngster living at home in New Jersey and playing keyboards in Sunrise, a local rock band from Dumont High School. My bandmate Steve Lozowski, and I drove to New York City to score some weed.


Sketchy dealers during that time lined dark and dangerous streets just west of Times Square--in what is now known as the trendy Hells Kitchen area. Before we could pull over to roll a doobie, we saw rows of stretch limousines parked alongside the Uris Theater, where the Grammys were being held. We randomly followed a limousine as it pulled away and we did this not knowing who, or if anyone, was inside. When it arrived at an unmarked door, on west 43rd street, a few blocks away, out stepped Mr. Lennon. I was what the English would say: gobsmacked. Almost out of a gag reflex, I shouted from the backseat to John, "Hope you get to stay in the states!" John and Yoko had been fighting the US government for years ever since Richard Nixon found their Give Peace A Chance views threatening to US foreign policy.


John heard us, swiveled around and approached our car. He leaned in the window and in his famous Liverpudlian twang he said "Thank you so much. Yoko and I are keen to stay in New York, it's home." He said a few other things I don't remember as I was simply stunned from meeting my first rock star. Mr. Lennon was my idol growing up. I was inspired by The Beatles to make music more than a hobby and my life long career. I was a just teen and suddenly I came face to face with my guru. This set a tone for my life and influenced my future. If John Lennon could be so down to Earth, then, gosh darn it I could aspire to do the same.


The Grammys are a Cinderella tale for musicians. We often go from rags to riches and, if we're not careful, back to rags again. We go from dreaming of the spotlight in our bedroom to center stage, under the white HOT spotlight, being cheered, lauded, and poked at.


My own Grammy memories began with that fateful encounter in 1975. It came full circle in 2012 when as a co-writer and producer of Alan Jardine, co-founder of The Beach Boys, I accompanied them to rehearsals, backstage, and their 50th reunion performance, and had the most memorable and heartwarming encounter with Paul McCartney.


Over the past 25 years I've had many happy Grammy memories; starting with becoming a member of the Grammy organization NARAS (The National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences) and voting. I've been nominated myself multiple times in all the rounds, from initial to final. I sat with Karen Minor, whose husband, Ricky, was Whitney Houston's musical director. Whitney came up from a platform beneath the Radio City Music Hall stage singing "I Will Always Love You" the year The Bodyguard swept the Grammys. I stood with the Krasnow family the year Elektra Records won for Natalie Cole and Metallica. I saw Madonna chatting with Seal right next to me, and I had my first Grammy after party where a very attractive Christian Music singer, whose father was a preacher, picked me up and took me home--praise Jesus! The list goes on of moments where I felt like Cinderella invited to the ball.

But here is my John & Paul story: I tell it not to come across as sounding my own horn, but to inspire anyone who feels like their dream is out of reach and a million miles away for those 'other' people more lucky. We musicians are all dreamers sculpted from the same sacred clay. When we follow our heart's desire and truly go for what we want in life, nothing is impossible. We can reach our dreams and shine among the brightest stars. Just look at Sam Smith. No-one heard of him 12 months ago, yet on February 8, 2015 he swept the Grammys.


In 2012, I was lounging by the pool of the Bel Air Hotel when Beach Boy Al Jardine called me to invite me to the rehearsal for their 50th reunion Grammy performance; the Thursday before Grammy Sunday. I was winging it when I arrived in Los Angeles, I didn't have a ticket to the awards or the Music Cares charity dinner, just an invite, personally from legend Clive Davis, to attend the post-dinner concert for his annual Grammy bash the night before. The Clive event turned out to be a sad affair. Whitney died a few hours earlier that same day in the same hotel, unknown to attendees, she was still upstairs while we attempted to put our best face on and party downstairs.


I got dressed and drove to The Staples Center where the Grammys are held. Somehow, after several false starts, I found a tiny side street which leads to a labyrinth under the parking garage for the venue. At the artist check-in table, I said my name and voila! Like rubbing Aladdin's lamp, I was transported to a magical world. First, I went directly onto the stage when Al Jardine told me to come and I found a crew of 40-50 technicians hanging surfboards, blinky fake palm trees, and constructed an elaborate Las Vegas type surf fantasy. A baby-faced young man yelled at me, "Larry Dvoskin, what are you doing here!" I didn't recognize him when he approached me, but he was glad to see me and had his hand out. I wondered, who is this ? Is it someone I worked with? Someone I hooked up with? He said, "It's Mark...don't you remember? Mark Foster!" I suddenly put two and two together and, ah ha, it's Mark Foster of Foster The People. We met in 2005 when I lived in LA and I jammed a bunch with Mark at John Zagata's house--his manager at the time. Foster The People was opening a trio of Beach Boys performances; dressed in the white and blue striped shirts with blue sports coats like The Beach Boys did in the early sixties, and singing "Wouldn't It Be Nice." Following them was Adam Levine and Maroon 5 doing a delicately faithful version of "Surfer Girl."

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I found Al Jardine, and his bright sunshine of a wife, Mary Ann, and hung around the dressing room until they went to run through "Good Vibration" with both Maroon 5 and Foster the People backing them.

Al had been campaigning during this time to have his songwriting contribution to The Beach Boys long awaited 50th Reunion album "That's Why God Made The Radio" be one of the songs I co-wrote and produced titled "Waves Of Love." Several key industry and radio people heard it and said it was the best sounding Beach Boys HIT in over 30 years. Still, however, the politics of the band, being such that Brian controlled a majority of the writing, and with stakes so high after that long break apart, both Brian and Mike strung Alan along. They paid him lip service saying tomorrow, and tomorrow, but they never got around to finishing the song. Fans have embraced demos leaked online but the song, as a master single, still remains unreleased as a Beach Boys single. It even has guest vocals from Carl Wilson, who sang on it before he passed away, and his sweet lyrical tenor can be heard alongside Al's son Matt Jardine.


My 25 years of experience around The Beach Boys is like a musical version of The Titanic: a first class, elegant and wide vessel that keeps sinking over again and again. Each year seems to bring a new iceberg of infighting and backstage drama that a Hollywood script writer can't imagine.


On Grammy Sunday, I rose bright and early, and drove to meet Al and Mary Ann at their hotel. I never knew the entire ceremony takes place twice--once in the morning and afternoon of the show, as a final dress rehearsal, and again for broadcast. The award presenters use funny characters when announcing winners who are only revealed later that night. For example, the winner for best rap performance by a duo or group was Mickey and Minny Mouse. Best female vocalist? Catwoman.


We arrived at the venue in a chauffeured van, and around noon The Beach Boys got called to the stage for their final run through of "Good Vibrations." Standing in the hallway, between our dressing room and the stage, was cheery and cheeked Paul McCartney, just greeting and chatting with anyone who came along. During the final run through, The Staples Center was empty except for artists and technicians, so most of the famous stars like Macca were free to mill about with minimal security.


Paul saw The Beach Boys and gasped, "It's The Beach Boys! Hey Brian! Hey Al!" They stopped to greet each other like long lost friends who frequently crossed paths. Since photography was forbidden, in order to avoid leaking the set, artists, or songs before the live telecast, there was no official Beach Boys photographer. I, of course, immediately broke the number one cardinal rule by whipping out my camera phone and began snapping Paul, Brian, and Al together. I was worried that current NARAS President Neil Portnow would come along and scold me, as he was my first mentor and producer when I played keyboards with the RCA Recording group Fandango, back in the day.

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Paul asked "Would you like a picture with me as well?" I handed my iPhone to someone else but something went wrong and it wouldn't work. Paul, in mirth spirits, whispered into my ear, "Ya' know it's gunna cost you a hundred quid, because uh...I'm Paul McCartney." Then he tickled me under my arm as if I was an eight year old--I wasn't sure if it was real or just a dream. As I fiddled with my camera, Paul's handlers rushed in to pull him away. He leaned in again and whispered again in my ear, "Ya' know, its gunna cost you 150 quid if I have to wait much longer cause ya' know, I'm Paul McCartney!" Similar to the way he created the Sgt Pepper characters to free the Beatles from the weight of being the most famous stars on Earth at the time, Paul seemed freed by the ability to playfully joke around with his own fame in third person.


What surprised me most is how comfortable Paul made me feel. The feeling of "I'm home." Perhaps it's something magical and mysterious--like quantum physics? Music is a vibration--a frequency. We vibrate with whatever and whomever is near us. Sir Paul has given so much love, and to so many people through his songs for so long. I felt his warmth, like a line from "Here Comes The Sun," radiating from his being that morning.


I was among the most respected artists in my field, and with my own musically creative place among them.


Thank God for The Beatles. Thank God for The Beach Boys. The dreams that we dare to dream really do come true. And in my case, Cinderella stories do come true.

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Movie Review: Seventh Son, Fore Shame Jeff Bridges

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Spectacular costumes, sets and super-duper special effects, but where were you, Jeff Bridges?

Jeff Bridges, as Master Gregory, for some unknown reason, was allowed to get away with a voice that is so false and amateurish that he ruins this film. Where was the director, Sergey Bodrov? All I can surmise is that Jeff Bridges was the bankable star who brought in the financing which allowed him to run the show. Didn't anyone hear how horrible and laughable his scratchy, cantankerous, voice straight from an-old-cowboy-from-the-mid-west was for a spook? Bridges has a fine voice in his own right. Why did he feel he had to invent a phony one?

Julianna Moore is stunning as Mother Malkin, the mother of all evil witches and does not miss a beat. She changes from a flying dragon into a cloud of smoke then swirls like a tornado into a fantastically coiffed and gowned witch with finger nails from here to Peoria. Her makeup is beautifully drawn and perfect like any witches eyeliner should be, but it is her acting, again, that commands the screen with her regal, evil presence. But why, oh why, didn't Julianna Moore say something to the director or to Jeff Bridges about his "Awe-shucks! -I-didn't-know-I-was-a-spook" voice?

The plot is simple. Master Gregory is the local head spook whose purpose is to kill evil spirits. Seventh Son is camp and great fun. Just wish I had brought ear plugs for the scenes with Jeff Bridges who should be seen but not heard. Ben Barnes plays young Thomas who is the apprentice to Master Gregory (Bridges) and being trained to kill witches. He falls in love with young Alice, Alicia Vikander, who plays this young enchanting witch with rich emotional depth.

Kit Harrington has a small role in the beginning of Seventh Son, and I would have preferred to see him in the lead as he is such an eyeful and his sincerity tops that Ben Barnes who plays head apprentice of Master Gregory. But it is Olivia Williams as young Thomas's mother who steals the moments she is on camera with her soulful gaze and genuine delivery. She is a fine actress and, here, a fine witch.

I was happy I had seen Seventh Son as its views of Canada and China filmed in IMAX are unforgettable. If a medieval fantasy film is your genre, grab it- - just restrain yourself from throwing popcorn at the screen every time Jeff Bridges opens his mouth.

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Six Great Netflix Movies That'll Make Sure Your V-Day Has a Happy Ending

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There's a lot of pressure on you to make V-Day special -- going out for a fancy dinner, going ice skating, laying rose petals on beds, finding a unique Valentine's Day gift. But the reality is often both parties in a relationship want nothing to do with that stuff. The two of you just want to chill. Valentine's Day, stripped of its chocolate boxes and flowers, is pretty much just a good excuse to spend time together amid the crazy obligations of everyday life. (Though it doesn't mean you shouldn't have a Valentine's Day gift for her.)

So, behold the perfect alternate activity for doing just that, and your favorite downtime pastime -- Netflix.

But even Netflix can cause pressure, with its seemingly never-ending variety of entertainment (you can spend as much time trying to choose a movie as you can actually watching one), so we've trimmed the selection down. Our writer, Brian Josephs, saves you the time and helps you avoid the clichés with some of the best movies you can find on the streaming service.




Titanic: Before he was Jordan Belfort and hosting office orgies and whatnot, Leonardo DiCaprio was a romantic with terrible luck when it comes to boats. He would get a boat that can only fit one person. The tears from that scene dried up, though. Now it's all smiles as you and your date think, "Hey. At least we're not that guy."




Hitch: The one-two swing-and-a-miss of After Earth and Winter's Tale still isn't bad enough to make us forget that Will Smith was once a reliable star. However, the last time he shone brightly was in the mid-00s, when he went on a short streak that included Hitch, The Pursuit of Happiness and I Am Legend. The Pursuit was the most emotional and I Am Legend was good until the ending -- the exact moment when Smith's career started slipping. Hitch was the most charming, thanks mostly to the effervescence of the two Smiths' -- Will and Kevin -- performances.




The Graduate: The funny thing about Dustin Hoffman movies is how they don't sound good as a written pitch. A college grad who's seduced by an older woman but falls in love with her daughter? Neeeexxxtt. But it isn't. The writing is too tight and the performances are too on-point for that.




Blue Valentine: If you like your romance films with cojones and more "Sh*t just got real moments," skip The Notebook and beg your girl to give Blue Valentine a shot. Ryan Gosling at his least likeable is, ironically, kind of likeable (performance-wise; don't be an alcoholic) in a film about how love at first sight doesn't quite last. So, um, maybe don't play this movie if your relationship with long-term potential just started.




Silver Linings Playbook: It's understandable if you've missed this gem in a year that included The Avengers, The Dark Knight Rises and Zero Dark Thirty. But now it's on Netflix, so there aren't many excuses to miss out on one of the best rom-coms of the decade. Not only does it feature Jennifer Lawrence and Bradley Cooper, but it's also here where Robert De Niro bounces back from the utter mess that was New Year's Eve.




Nymphomaniac Vol I and II: As you should assume from the title, Nymphomaniac is awash with very NSFW scenes. There's lots of sex and not the cable softcore porn kind; we're bumping uglies here. You probably shouldn't watch it with your girl if you just started dating and you're trying to introduce sex into the conversation. That's called laying it on thick.


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Check out 24 other perfect Netflix date movie ideas at AskMen. (You can also check out our selection of steamy Netflix movies if you want to turn things up a notch.)

Thought and Vision: A Conversation with Roots Vocalist Tariq Trotter

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About halfway through our interview, Tariq "Black Thought" Trotter pauses: "Sorry, I'm in the middle of cooking dinner." On this particular day, dinner is lobster bisque, Arctic char, and sautéed kale. It is a homemade meal, made entirely from scratch. Apparently, the man can cook.

"Yeah, I'm a foodie. You better ask about me," he jokes.

This was the first of many things that I learned about co-founder and lead vocalist of the legendary hip-hop group, The Roots (also, the resident house band on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. While it isn't surprising that such an inventive and innovative lyricist would so multi-faceted, up until now Trotter has always been very private. With his recent foray into the fashion world, however, he is opening up and allowing us a rare glimpse inside. Here are a few things that you may not have known about one of your favorite emcees:

1. He's a visual artist.

Last month, Trotter and Roots drummer Questlove took to the Okayplayer website to celebrate the 20th anniversary of their first major album release, Do You Want More?!!!!??!. Before co-founding the group, the two men met at Philadelphia's Creative and Performing Arts High School where Questlove was studying music and Trotter, the visual arts. "I've spent most of my life as a visual artist. I was inspired by the musicianship that I was immersed in -- and I continue to be."

2. He was a frontrunner to play the lead in a popular Broadway show.

This past September, The Roots rocked the mic as one of the headliners at the charity-focused Global Citizen Festival in Central Park. In addition to an impressive set that showcased Trotter's considerable talents as an emcee (his rapid-fire delivery had the crowd in a frenzy), the band also performed a song by Afrobeat pioneer, Fela Kuti. Some fans were surprised to hear him belting out tunes. "I'm a vocalist in whatever capacity I'm needed," he says. "I'm a singer. There are times when I sing; there are times when I rap. And it's been that way since our first album. Because I'm held in such a high regard as a lyricist, it's sometimes overlooked that I'm also a singer."

Trotter has performed Kuti's songs for years with The Roots. He was also in talks to play the lead in the Broadway show, Fela!:

At the time that Late Night With Jimmy Fallon began [in 2009], I was one of two people being considered for the role of Fela on Broadway. I was going to auditions with Bill T. Jones [writer of Fela!] at least three times a week, being coached by the show choreographer and rehearsing with the actor who was already playing Fela. I think the reason that I was not selected was because of the significant time commitment required for the Fallon show.


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3. He has a passion for fashion.

"Classic with a little bit of funk," Trotter offers when asked to describe his personal style. "I enjoy throwing caution to the wind. I'm well-versed in what is customary in the world of haberdashery. My personal sense of style is a departure from that -- a conscious, calibrated departure."

With the help of his brand manager, Duane Brown, Trotter searched vigilantly for the right opportunity to launch a career in fashion design. An avid collector of sunglasses, Trotter found the perfect match in luxury eyewear company MOSCOT:

I decided a few years ago that fashion design was something I wanted to seriously pursue. There were lots of offers but the MOSCOT collaboration just made sense. With MOSCOT celebrating their 100th anniversary and the Roots celebrating the 20th anniversary of our first album, it just made sense for me, as someone who has stood the test of time as an artist, to collaborate with a company that has been around for even longer. The quality of MOSCOT's product has never been compromised. And that's exactly where I am with my music.


Together, Trotter and MOSCOT have designed 300 limited edition, black tortoise frames. Each one is numbered for authenticity and bears Trotter's signature.

The collaboration is particularly meaningful to Trotter because 100 percent of the proceeds from the sales will be donated to GrassROOTS Community Foundation (an organization for which Trotter serves as co-chair of the board), and The MOSCOT Mobileyes Foundation.

The first 100 people to pre-order the frame will receive an invite to a live, intimate performance by Trotter and special guests, to be held on February 12th, 2015. Referring to the performance, Trotter revealed that, "there will be some surprises. And most importantly, it's all for a good cause."

As I speak with Trotter, I am reminded of one of his lyrics from the Things Fall Apart album: "I deal with the real so if it's artificial, let it be." Art mimics life; and life in turn, art. Trotter's authentic approach to fashion design seems, in fact, to mirror his approach to most things. That includes his charitable work and, of course, his music: "We [the Roots] don't do anything unless it comes naturally and feels organic. Otherwise, it's not even worth messing with the legacy."

Sundance 2015: 7 Brilliant Performances From TV Favorites

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In Park City, freezing temperatures make for hot performances. You might know them as Charlie from Girls or Robin from How I Met Your Mother, but the following actors we know from the boxes in our living rooms prove that they command even more star power on the big screen, stretching their acting chops to heights we didn't know existed. Here were our favorites from this year's Sundance.

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Alison Brie (Community, Mad Men)
Film: Sleeping With Other People
Did Sundance save the Community star from a lifetime of being known for Annie's Boobs? We think so. Brie turned heads as a serial cheater who falls in love with Jason Sudeikis' womanizer in this Generation-Y romantic comedy from Bachelorette scribe Leslye Headland. We love that this role is a departure from the squeaky-clean Annie, and mainstream audiences will be charmed by Brie's sweetheart persona and sharp wit. Rounding out the cast of Sleeping is Adam Scott, Jason Mantzoukas (The League), and Togetherness's Amanda Peet.

Nick Offerman (Parks & Rec)
Film: Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl
If there were ever a next Whiplash, this is it. Park City couldn't stop talking about this clever little movie--that you should never call the next Fault in Our Stars.
The film, which took home both the Sundance Grand Jury Prize and Audience Award, is more of a tribute to the art of cinema as the main protagonist, Greg, is a budding teenage filmmaker who befriends a classmate with cancer. You'll see vestiges of Offerman's Ron Swanson in his delivery as Greg's dad, but the end result is a little more tender and wiser than his TV counterpart. As Parks comes to an end, we're not too worried about what Offerman will do next.


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Cobie Smulders (How I Met Your Mother)
Films: Results and Unexpected
Sure, Smulders already has an Avengers franchise, but the star best known for playing gun-loving, cigar-smoking Robin Scherbatsky really blew us away in quiet drama Unexpected. As an inner-city teacher dealing with an unplanned pregnancy, Smulders captures the fear and uncertainty of her ordeal and what it means for a woman to truly balance love, career, and motherhood. If you still need reasons to be impressed, Smulders was literally her working-mother character in real-life--she filmed Unexpected while expecting her second child.


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Jason Segel (How I Met Your Mother)
Film: The End of the Tour
OK, this is kind of cheating because Jason Segel is already known for a lot of movies, but his performance as the late, reclusive novelist David Foster Wallace had to be mentioned. Segel utterly transforms by shedding his endearing funnyman to become an endearing, depressed writer. Segel's natural lighthearted demure adds a quiet fragility to someone whose demons we only knew of.


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Christopher Abbott (Girls)
Film: James White

Abbott famously left Girls for allegedly disagreeing with his character Charlie evolving into (or staying as) Marnie's doormat. Even back in 2013 Abbott probably knew that bigger, better things awaited him--and they did. In James White he radiates the title character--a self-destructive hipster, forced to rethink his hazy, hedonist lifestyle when his mother becomes terminally ill. He is a selfish, numb junkie who wants to be the cleaned-up, tender son. We, the audience, cry along with him.


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Alexander Skarsgård (True Blood)
Film: The Diary of a Teenage Girl

We've always appreciated Skarsgård's limitless acting skills. Take, for instance, Eric Northman's famous full-frontal-in-Siberia scene from True Blood's season six finale. In coming-of-age dramedy Diary, Skarsgård is an immature older man who helps 15-year-old Minnie blossom into a woman, in, um, more ways than one. (Hey, it's '70s free-loving San Francisco.) Oh, and he's also dating her mom (played by Kristen Wiig). Like True Blood, there's a lot of sex in this one, but it's more of the uncomfortable variety than the hot. And it takes exceptional talent for someone so likable to convincingly play someone as hateable as Monroe.


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Cynthia Nixon (Sex & the City)
Films: Stockholm, Pennsylvania and James White

Stockholm, Pennsylvania is as far away from the City as anyone could get.
With a daughter afflicted with Stockholm syndrome, Cynthia Nixon is kind of a badass as a mom who does whatever it takes to get her daughter emotionally back to her: She starts out a sweet, affectionate mother who then becomes scary, aggressive and unhinged; her marriage falls apart, her daughter's psychiatrist grows suspicious, and Nixon becomes a recluse--all for the love of her daughter. The twist ending may have rubbed us the wrong way, but Nixon's performance makes Pennsylvania worth the trip.

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Out of the 'Boat', And Into the Frying Pan

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When I was young, friends would always excitedly tell me that I look just like Lucy Liu. Though absolutely complimentary, these occurrences were mildly confusing as I eventually came to realize that I share nearly no physical similarities with the Charlie's Angels star, besides the fact that we are both thin Asian females with freckles. Her squared jaw and almond shaped eyes are distinctly different than my own less angular, heart shaped, wide-eyed face.

Despite that, one other similarity I share with Lucy is that we both come from Chinese families. It has never occurred to me that using chopsticks isn't like second nature to some people. I've had many a friend genuinely ask if I really eat orange chicken for dinner all the time. (The answer is no. Never.) Besides when checking a box on standardized testing forms, being Asian has rarely ever been a conscious label I carry with me as an American citizen. Sure, around the dinner table with my family or during summer visits to China, I've come to realizations of how incredible it is to share my food, language, and history -- our culture -- with my grandparents and cousins. But I have never felt outstandingly foreign to my fellow peers.

That is, until recently.

In a span of just a few months, Asian people have suddenly been thrust into the Hollywood spotlight. Like a juicing fad, Oriental racial diversity is now the new hot topic that the entertainment industry has decided to contend with. Seth Rogen and James Franco brashly tackled the North Korean enigma of Kim Jong-Un by attempting to poke fun at the ludicrousness of the situation in The Interview. John Cho was casted as the first ever Asian American romantic lead in U.S. television history for his role on Selfie, which was unfortunately cancelled before its initial 13 episodes even finished airing. Tyra Banks almost moved a girl of Asian descent to the Top 4 of the 21st cycle of America's Next Top Model, marking the farthest a female Asian contestant has achieved since its 2nd season. Now, ABC is ready to jump into the pool with its newest family-friendly primetime comedy, Fresh Off the Boat.

The series, loosely based off of Eddie Huang's autobiographical memoir of the same title, follows a transplanted Taiwanese family of five during their first months of adjustment in the "Wild Wild West," more commonly known as Orlando, Florida. Fresh's protagonist is young Eddie, the "black sheep" of the family who finds solace in hip-hop legends, trying his best to balance his strong Asian background while attempting to find his own identity in the predominantly white school cafeteria.

In all honesty, I was dubious. The title itself was enough to spark hesitancy: "fresh off the boat" has been historically used as a derogatory phrase to describe immigrants from foreign, usually Eastern Oriental countries. Though I've been lucky enough to avoid ever being called a 'chink,' I've dealt with what I like to refer to as "racial confusion" all my life. Jokes about getting all A's, commentary about my eye size, and shock that I'm not a bad driver -- it's just a dose of the daily for any Asian American with friends of different ethnicities and backgrounds.

To me, these stereotypes have been harmless, but it isn't always the case. At my own relatively liberal hometown high school, a Vietnamese American student once was stabbed to death while coming to the defense of his fellow Vietnamese friend who was bullied by a Caucasian student. In 2011, a study discovered that teen Asian students were the most bullied in U.S. schools over any other ethnic group, with 54 percent reporting having experienced bullying in the classroom and 62 percent that had dealt with cyberbullying online.

In effort to keep Fresh within the family-friendly zone, the series only merely touches upon these unsung facts, hinting at discrepancies when Eddie finds himself shunned from a group of white friends upon pulling out strange, pungent Asian noodles for lunch during the series pilot. But more importantly, the ABC network show is giving the American population a brief, but authentic window into the life of an Asian American family -- giving them a chance to further understand this group of people beyond the stereotypes.

The series has already received glowing praise for its revolutionary new perspective: The Los Angeles Times calls it a "satire that works" and Slate.com claims that the show is "the latest reason to be grateful."

As many other fellow ABCs (American Born Chinese) have confirmed via Twitter which exploded with positive, approving Tweets during the two-episode premiere of Fresh on Wednesday, we are grateful. The appreciation is in the details -- from the all too familiar red and gold plastic Chinese bowls that the Huang's pass around the dinner table to the CLC (Chinese Learning Center), it's the first time I've felt a striking sense of familiarity on my television screen. It may come as a surprise to some that my family has never gathered to eat pancakes for breakfast while my father sits at the head of the table, flapping through a newspaper with his briefcase on hand -- my mother has always reserved the pristine dining room table strictly for formal occasions, a tradition many other Asian families also emulate. Instead, breakfast involved my father sitting with me at our circular, less formal kitchen table, laughing while I tried to grip a baozi (a steamed bun with meat or vegetables inside) with my child-size chopsticks. My mother and I converse in what many have dubbed "Chinglish," or sentences with both Chinese and English mashed together. We take our shoes off when we enter a home, we exchange hongbao (red envelopes filled with cash) during special holidays and yes -- I've eaten chicken feet. And it's pretty good.

TIME has hailed the Eddie Huang creation with "the makings of an American original." And that's exactly what we are -- American originals.

It's been 20 years since the end of Margret Cho's All-American Girl, the last all-Asian comedy series that graced the U.S. television network. Fresh Off the Boat, with its refreshing open-door policy to Chinese culture and just the right dosage of family -- friendly humor, may have just what it takes to break that spell of silence -- hopefully for good.

Deep down, I have always hoped that future young Asian Americans of all appearances -- Koreans, Japanese, Thai, and Chinese -- will have more than just Lucy Liu or Bruce Lee to consider as their celebrity Doppelgänger because more than likely, like me, they are unique and come in all different shapes and sizes. Just like everyone else. To the many strangers who have asked me, "So, where are you from? No like, what are you?," perhaps someday "American" will be a sufficient answer. The conversation has been sparked, and I rest a little easier knowing that it begins today with the Huangs and their journey on Fresh Off the Boat.

What ABC has begun to uncover can open the door to a world of rich, diverse culture, with so much to offer and share to curious friends, neighbors, and strangers who have never had the opportunity to join us at our dinner table. When they're ready, my mom will roll out the formal dinner plates, unleash endless plates of colorful Chinese dishes, and without a doubt, won't let them leave hungry.

Starting today, Eddie is making it okay to bring noodles to the table. Perhaps he, or his late mentor Notorious B.I.G. said it best: "If you don't know, now you know."

New episodes of Fresh Off the Boat air on ABC Tuesday 8/7C.

Zaki's Review: Jupiter Ascending

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Just over 16 years ago, I sat in a packed screening room on opening night for The Matrix, not knowing a thing about it beyond Laurence Fishburne's portentous intonation/command from the trailers that if you wanted to find out what it was, "You have to see it for yourself." And after I had, I felt like I'd discovered some secret treasure just for me. I have a feeling most of the folks who caught the movie that weekend felt something similar. As directed by the Wachowski siblings, The Matrix wasn't a sequel, prequel, remake or reboot, but it confidently created a mythology so intricate that it managed to sweep me up in a cinematic experience that remains, even today, a singular expression of everything the medium can be.

That said, it's weird how totally The Matrix has disappeared from our collective radar screen in the years since. It burned white-hot, with its visuals and vernacular fully conquering the mainstream for a while there, but then it just kind of faded away as quickly as it first appeared. Now, granted, the lackluster reception accorded the two sequels in 2003 probably didn't help in that regard, but in a way it's almost like the Wachowskis became imprisoned by the out-of-the-blue early success of their sci-fi spectacle. Try as they might, through would-be crowd pleasers and high concept "think" flicks, they just never quite managed to recapture that ineffable Matrix mojo.

And thus, after a very circuitous detour, we arrive at Jupiter Ascending, the pair's first fully original property since Keanu Reeves' Neo first bullet-timed his way into our hearts lo those many moon ago. Unfortunately for the filmmakers, the audience, and (given the $175 mil price tag) the studio, Jupiter Ascending isn't exactly the second coming they were hoping for. Instead, it's a melange of misplaced ambition that's asphyxiated by tangled plot threads that are at once overcooked and undernourished. It's a chore for me to even puzzle out which parts of this mess to try and synopsize, but here's me giving it the ol' college try.

Jupiter Jones (Mila Kunis) spends her days cleaning swanky apartments in Chicago while fantasizing about the life she wishes she had. Enter Caine Wise (Channing Tatum), a human-wolf hybrid mercenary from space, who spirits Jupiter to another galaxy (following an elaborate chase through the Windy City's highways, byways, and skyways that left me wondering if anyone in Chicago looks out their window anymore). Before long, Jupiter learns she's actually a pawn in a longstanding scheme involving three siblings (Eddie Redmayne, Douglas Booth, Tuppence Middleton) from an ancient royal family, who have designs on harvesting the Earth for human genetic material.

Honestly, the sheer volume of nonsensical exposition coupled with nerve-deadening action sequences was enough to lull me into a state of advanced catatonia. At least twice, just when I thought the closing credits might mercifully be in sight, I realized that nope, we've still got that other villain to deal with. And on it went, interminably. Like being bludgeoned by thousands of angry pixels. Things so quickly get off on the wrong foot with Jupiter Ascending that I started trying to pinpoint the exact moment when the tumblers clicked in the actors' minds that they were stuck on a sinking ship. I'm a fan of both Tatum and Kunis, but neither is done any favors with the paint-by-numbers love story they're stuck in.

Still, both stars get off light compared to poor Eddie Redmayne, playing the villainous Balem, who finds himself in the unfortunate circumstance of campaigning for an Oscar (for his turn as Stephen Hawking in The Theory of Everything) while theaters are showing him deliver one of the most unintentionally hilarious performance ever committed to an ostensibly serious production. His bizarre acting choice (long spells of raspy whispering punctuated by random shouting) actually boomerangs around and becomes kind of magnificent. I mean, it's still terrible, but magnificently terrible. You'd think someone on the set at some point would have given Redmayne the "dial it back" signal, but no such luck.

And speaking of dialing it back, that's something I expect the Wachowskis will find themselves forced to do after this film's calamitous opening this past weekend. In that sense, this is not a fun review to write. Going in, I wanted more than anything to be able to say this was a triumphant return to form for the sibs. From the latter two entries in the Matrix trilogy (both of which I love, by the way) to 2008's Speed Racer to 2012's Cloud Atlas, even when their increasingly esoteric (and expensive) projects didn't catch on with auds, I always found something to admire. In a perfect world, Jupiter Ascending would have been a timely reminder of the Wachowskis' mastery of the form, but instead all it does is cement their long, painful descent. D

Great Quotes From the Classic Film 'Thelma and Louise'

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Last week, Geena Davis revealed to the Associated Press that she and Susan Sarandon, her Thelma and Louise co-star, are figuring out how to celebrate the film's 25th anniversary next year. Davis noted that she hoped to remind people "that it is possible to make a movie that's a cultural landmark starring women." In fact, they are even considering some kind of live show or tour. "There's still so much affection for the movie and we loved it," said Davis, who remains friends with Sarandon. "It seems like there should be some girl power celebrating going on."

The Oscar-winning 1991 road trip buddy film directed by Ridley Scott and written by Callie Khouri was groundbreaking. Not only did its two empowered female characters strike a worldwide nerve, the movie also helped set the bar higher for female roles. And additionally, the masterpiece helped launch the career of one of the film's supporting actors--a dude named Brad Pitt.

To read memorable quotes from Thelma and Louise and see the film's original trailer, go to this story at Parade.com.
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