Quantcast
Channel: Entertainment - Latest News, Photos And Videos
Viewing all 38214 articles
Browse latest View live

The Time a UFO Invaded Los Angeles: UFO Diary Recreates the Great LA Air Raid of 1942

$
0
0
Today marks the 73rd anniversary of The Battle of Los Angeles, also known as The Great LA Air Raid, one of the most mysterious incidents of World War II -- and one of the most colorful tales in all of UFO lore.

It's also a tale we couldn't resist turning into a movie.



Between the late evening of February 24th, 1942 and the early morning hours of February 25th, the City of Angels flew into a panic as what were initially believed to be Japanese enemy aircraft were spotted over the city. This suspected Japanese raid -- coming soon after the Pearl Harbor bombing, and just one day after a confirmed Japanese submarine attack off the Santa Barbara coast -- touched off a massive barrage of anti-aircraft fire, with some 1400 shells shot into the skies over Los Angeles during the frantic evening.

Strangely, however, the anti-aircraft shells hit nothing. Despite the intense barrage, no aircraft wreckage was ever recovered.

Indeed, once the smoke had cleared and Angelenos calmed down (the public panic over the raid was mercilessly satirized by Steven Spielberg in 1941), no one really knew what had been seen in the sky or on radar. Were they weather balloons? German Zeppelins? Trick kites designed by Orson Welles?

Many people believed the aircraft they'd seen was extraterrestrial - one eyewitness even described an object he'd seen as looking like an enormous flying "lozenge" - and some accused the government of a cover-up. Conflicting accounts of the incident from the Navy and War Departments didn't help clarify matters.

2015-02-25-BattleLosAngelesfromnegLRG.jpg

As if to confirm public fears of extraterrestrial attack, one famous L.A. Times photograph (see above) emerged from the incident showing an ominous, saucer-like object hovering over the city. This much-debated photograph inspired America's first major UFO controversy -- a full five years before Roswell.

To this day, no one knows for sure what flew over Los Angeles that night and evaded the city's air defenses. But since it's more fun to assume that it was aliens than weather balloons, we decided to honor The Battle of Los Angeles by dramatizing it in our film UFO Diary as an encounter with the unknown. And as a special treat for UFO enthusiasts and history buffs, we're releasing the trailer for UFO Diary today.

UFO Diary also honors the contributions of the 350,000 women who served in the US military in WWII. The film tells the story of a Women's Army Corps (WAC) Captain (Govindini Murty) who, assisted by a WAC First Lieutenant (Rachel Clark), fights the alien invasion with pluck and ingenuity, shattering stereotypes about women's roles.

The full version of UFO Diary will be released soon and features visual effects by such talented artists as Antony Vannapho (The Twilight Saga), Kiel Figgins (Avengers: Age of Ultron) Sean Dollins (Prometheus), Rini Sugianto (The Hunger Games), Delano Athias (Polis), Bren Wilson (Paradise Lost), and an array of others.

Of course, if you're a movie fan, you already know that LA has been invaded countless times over the years in blockbusters like War of the Worlds, Independence Day, Transformers and V. Indeed, no other city -- other than perhaps Tokyo -- has suffered more on-screen calamity at the hands of extraterrestrials than Los Angeles.

Maybe LA deserves it. Whether because of the sunshine, the celebrities, the botox or the generally laid-back lifestyle, Angelenos have been drawing the wrath of their fellow Americans for generations.

But on one winter night during war time, 73 years ago today, wrath descended from the skies in the form of a UFO, seen by hundreds of thousands of Angelenos - and there was nothing we could do to stop it.

Did a UFO really invade Los Angeles in 1942? Look at the evidence - and decide for yourself.

New animated series based on DuckTales will launch on Disney XD in 2017

$
0
0
After a winter full of record snowfalls & bitter cold, here's a weather report that's sure to please all of you Disney Afternoon fans out there:

Life is about to get "like a hurricane" again in Duckburg.

2015-02-25-Scrooge1.jpg


Yep. An all-new DuckTales, an animated comedy series based on the Emmy Award-winning series treasured by a generation of viewers, has been ordered for launch in 2017 on Disney XD channels around the world. Set to be produced by Disney Television Animation, this new series will once again feature that feathered tycoon / adventurer Scrooge McDuck, his plucky grandnephews Huey, Dewey and Louie, and -- of course -- "Unca" Donald Duck.

" DuckTales has a special place in Disney's TV animation history, it drew its inspiration from Disney Legend Carl Barks' comic books and through its storytelling and artistic showmanship, set an enduring standard for animated entertainment that connects with both kids and adults," said Marc Buhaj, Senior Vice President, Programming and General Manager, Disney XD. "Our new series will bring that same energy and adventurous spirit to a new generation."

Mind you, Disney's relaunch of this much-beloved Disney Afternoon series wasn't entirely unexpected. Ever since Capcom & Disney Interactive released that "DuckTales Remastered" game back in August of 2013 (Not to mention how Uncle Scrooge's Lucky Dime and Money Bin popped up as pieces of the Disney Infinity universe), there have been whispers that The Walt Disney Company was planning to return to Duckburg.

2015-02-25-Scrooge2.jpg


But today's announcement -- which confirms that not only will Scrooge and his family be back but virtually the entire original DuckTales supporting cast (As in: Scrooge's faithful butler, Duckworth; ingenious inventor Gyro Gearloose; crash-prone pilot Launchpad McQuack; Scrooge McDuck's arch-nemesis Flintheart Glomgold; greedy sorceress Magica DeSpell; Ma Beagle and her bumbling brood, the Beagle Boys. Not to mention the nephew's nanny Mrs. Beakley and her granddaughter Webbigail Vanderquack) -- is really more than fans of 1980s-era Disney Television Animation could have ever hoped for.

But as to whether this relaunch of DuckTales will be done in hand-drawn animation (which is what the original 100 episodes that Disney Television Animation produced from 1987-90 were done in) or in CG, or whether any of the veteran voice actors who originally voiced Duckburg residents (EX: Alan Young, June Foray, Tony Anselmo and Russi Taylor. To name just a few) will be asked back to return to voice these much-beloved characters for this next set of shows ... Disney Channel officials weren't willing to say. Not yet, anyway.

2015-02-25-Scrooge3.jpg


No matter. Just the fact that Uncle Scrooge & Co. will be popping up on Disney XD channels worldwide in 2017 to solve a mystery or rewrite history is enough to make even the most jaded television animation fan shout "Oooh Ooooh"!

Ilene Chaiken, Empire Executive Producer, Gives Details About the Most Explosive Episode Yet

$
0
0
2015-02-23-JussieEmpire2.jpgSince Empire premiered Jan. 7, its ratings have increased each week. Last week over 12 million viewers tuned into the FOX drama centering around a hip-hop entertainment company. One of the most beloved stories centers around Jamal (Jussie Smollett), a young African-American musician who struggles to live as an openly gay man due to pressures from his family.

Co-creator Lee Daniels, who also directed The Butler, has said from the beginning that one of his intentions for the show is to "blow the lid off homophobia" in the African-American community. Daniels has even incorporated his own experiences into Jamal's story. During last week's episode viewers' hearts were broken when Michael (Rafael de la Fuente), Jamal's boyfriend, grew tired of keeping their relationship a secret and left him, saying, "I love you, but you're in love with your music; you don't have room for anyone else."

Get ready, because on this week's episode, airing Wednesday, Feb. 25, Jamal's life will change forever. Executive Producer Ilene Chaiken teases:

Jamal's storyline is realized in a way that we've talked about from the very beginning. It's not to say that the story is over, but Jamal makes a bold move and comes to a reckoning with a lot of things he's been contending with. I really think it's powerful. Also, there's a spectacular musical performance that has an important role in this storyline. It's a song that actually continues to play a role throughout several episodes, and it really is a character.


I talked with Chaiken, who created The L Word, which ran on Showtime from 2004 to 2009, about Empire and the role that gay characters play on TV today.

2015-02-23-IleneEmpireSet.jpgYou were passionate about Empire from the beginning and said you wanted to be a part of it because it was "game-changing television." What makes it a game changer?

I can't really articulate what it is. I just saw this pilot, and I knew in my gut that it was a game changer. Clearly it is. The audience is reacting powerfully. It's drawing these huge numbers. It's telling a lot of stories all together that are sociological and cultural, as well as being wildly entertaining. We're telling these stories with bold and unbridled frankness that we haven't seen before in this genre on television, and we're doing it with music that is created and produced in a way that I think we haven't seen done on television. Those elements coming together is what I think makes it a game changer.

Do you think Empire is revealing homophobia in the African-American community the way Lee Daniels has talked about?

I hope it has an impact. I'm always leery of saying that any single piece of entertainment changes the entire culture, but I think it's having a powerful impact. I've seen things and experienced things personally that make me think Lee is onto something.

What have you seen?

Even before the show debuted I watched it with a test audience. Most of the men in the room were straight, and it was a group of men I've watched watching television before. I know a couple of years ago they wouldn't have embraced this character [Jamal] this way. There is something about the portrayal and the moment in time that I actually just felt like I was seeing the cultural change happening in front of my eyes. These men were moved by this story. Men who wouldn't have wanted to know this guy said, "He is my favorite character; that is a man who is talented, working hard and is deserving and is not getting his due because of prejudice." That was really striking to me.

Nowadays so many shows have gay characters. Why is this story, and particularly this upcoming episode, so talked about?

There are a couple of things. This isn't the first black gay character on television, but we are talking about homosexuality and homophobia in a community in which there are issues that go beyond some of the global issues. They are still global issues, but they are also still very specific to the black community. We are talking about it with detailed specificity, largely drawn from Lee's own personal experience. It's not simple. It's not a symbolic representation of gayness. It's one man's personal story that seems to really be having a ripple effect in the cultural conversation.

Lee Daniels has no problem labeling the show as a soap, even calling it his "black Dynasty." You worked with Aaron Spelling in the past but have said that Empire has qualities that the vintage primetime soaps didn't have. Like what?

No disrespect to Aaron Spelling, because, as you said, I worked for him, but Aaron, I think, coined the term "mind candy." He loved that, and that's what he wanted to do. Empire has its share of candy, but it's much more than that. It's really about issues and characters, and it tells these stories with an authenticity that I think was not a feature of those 1970s soap operas.

Co-creator Danny Strong has referred to you as an "iconic lesbian." What do you think when you hear that?

[Laughs.] I'm flabbergasted. I'm grasping at an image, but I love it. I love Danny for saying that. I'm flattered and honored. Um, what can I say but, yeah, flattered!

You are perhaps best known for creating The L Word. Where does that show sit in your heart all these years later?

There will never be another show that sits like The L Word in my heart. It couldn't be more personal to me. In so many ways it defines my work and my career. I'm still proud and grateful for that show.

How do you think the portrayal of gay characters has changed on TV since The L Word?

It's not where I think we want it to be, but it's certainly come a long way. There are a lot more gay characters on television. As you said, they pop up everywhere. There's still a sense of obligatory "Oh, we should have a gay character on the show." There should be more shows in which the leading character is gay, living life, and isn't watered down in any way. I'm still waiting for that to happen more.

When The L Word was on, the big issue in the gay community was the fight for same-sex marriage. Do you think that is still the biggest issue, or is there something else the community should be focusing on?

I'm the wrong person to answer that. There are so many activists on the ground who are fighting the good fight. I don't want to speak for people who are more knowledgeable than me. All of our civil rights, including our gay civil rights, are far from won. We're just still fighting for equality. Marriage is still on the docket. You can't legislate feelings. You can't legislate against prejudice. We still have a long way to go toward creating a world where there's real equality across the board.

For those who haven't started watching Empire yet, what would you say to them?

Obviously you don't know what you're missing. Come on down. It's so much more than anything you can imagine it is.

Empire airs on Fox Wednesdays at 9 p.m. ET (8 p.m. CT). For more information visit fox.com/empire.

Jazz Was Not Meant for the Dinner Table

$
0
0
A funny thing happened on the way to "school," and "dinnertime" got really strange. Let me explain. When I was born in 1949, America's musical academia was paying little attention to jazz as an intellectual endeavor. In fact, there was an open hostility from classical music departments across the board towards the genre. Only recently has America begun to take any true African-American intellect seriously. The likes of Dr. Michael Eric Dyson, Henry Louis Gates and Maya Angelou; playwrights like August Wilson; of course, President Barack Obama; and many others from disciplines including science, business, technology and the arts, have all raised the ante for most in America. African American intellect and innovation can no longer be ignored.

But I want to talk jazz for a moment, because early on, jazz was recognized as an enormous intellectual endeavor by many classical giants upon its very inception nearly 100 years ago. That certainly was a good thing. But once pulled into the world of academia, minus its black creators, there was a general attempt to distill it down to essentially a series of Eurocentric musical formulas. Things like that were disastrous in terms of jazz education, and led to a generation of miserably mediocre jazz musicians.

That's what happened when we went to America's "music schools" starting in the '50s. It was a crushing blow that has only recently begun to change. However, in my opinion, that was nothing compared to what we got at "dinnertime." When white restaurateurs finally decided to bring jazz out of Harlem, in a misguided, albeit successful, attempt to get the big tourist money downtown, things really changed. See, jazz was not meant for the dinner table, or in many ways, not even the concert stage. It was meant for dance. Black folk danced to jazz -- all kinds of jazz. As a result we were all over the radio, and all over the movies. But that came to a halt with the advent of television. Television is all presentation. I don't think anyone realized it at the time, but closing the dance floors was the kiss of death for jazz in terms of its big-time entertainment value.

The first victims were black folks themselves. They said if I can't dance, I'm going somewhere else. They ran to Rock and Roll and R&B -- never to return.

Duke Ellington, The Dorsey Brothers, Louis Armstrong, Cab Calloway, Benny Goodman, Ella Fitzgerald -- all were entertainers. They had a look. They put a face on their music. It was entertainment, and intellectually stimulating at the same time. Once we went to school, and became part of the restaurant crowd, we got real boring. We were no longer entertaining. Oh yeah, there are a few people who find intellectual virtuosity and gymnastics entertaining, but not most people. Not when they have time off, let their hair down, and want to be entertained.

I'm not talking about us being clowns, or minstrels. We just stopped having individual styles. We stopped looking fabulous; stopped projecting our true personalities beyond the notes coming out of instruments. We allowed our presentation to become so humble, so meager, that people stopped paying attention.

Every other genre has its own bells and whistles to excite people for sure. But there are some tools that all entertainers have in common -- lighting, staging, great audio, and most of all, personalities. We've come a long way with substance, but we jazz musicians have got to get back on track.

If we just add some ingredients from the rest of the entertainment world, people will view jazz as fun once again, and they will come back. If millions didn't love the music today, there wouldn't be what we call a catalog, and my father, Thelonious Sphere Monk, Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, Miles Davis, Dave Brubeck, John Coltrane, Buddy Rich and so many more, would have disappeared. We wouldn't have had an International Jazz Day concert streamed to 1.2 billion people in 2013, and 2.5 billion people in 2014. None of that would be possible if there wasn't an inherent love of this music, ironically by Americans. We often love ourselves, and don't know it.


So I say to all my friends in jazz -- musicians, promoters, club owners, listeners, and everybody -- let's bring back the fun. Let's go big. That will bring the attention, and the money will follow.

____________

Thelonious Sphere Monk, III (T.S. Monk) is an internationally acclaimed jazz drummer, composer, bandleader, vocalist and arts educator. The son and musical heir to his father, the legendary jazz composer and pianist Thelonious Monk, he is the co-founder and the Chairman of the Board of Trustees of the Thelonious Monk Institute of Jazz.

My Conversation With Mike Epps on Playing Richard Pryor

$
0
0
Tonight I'm joined by actor and comedian Mike Epps. Best known for his uproarious stand-up work, he currently hosts the hilarious but informative new AOL original series That's Racist With Mike Epps, which explores the origins of various racial stereotypes. It was recently announced that Mike will play legendary comedian Richard Pryor in an upcoming biopic, to be directed by Lee Daniels.

In the clip below, Mike shares his thoughts on portraying such an iconic figure and gives us a small taste of what to expect from his performance.



For more of our conversation, be sure to tune in to Tavis Smiley on PBS. Check our website for your local TV listings: pbs.org/tavis.

How to Make Obama's Community College Proposals Actually Succeed

$
0
0

President Obama's proposal for tuition-free community college is an ambitious idea rooted in an important but often-forgotten principle: Education is a boon to our entire economy and way of life, as well as an individual benefit.



But amid the political debate over the proposal's merits and cost, we must also consider the important question of how to actually make it successful.



A lot is at stake. Among students who enroll in community college, only about 60 percent come back for their second year and only about 30 percent earn an Associate degree within three years. Without a degree, those students -- or the taxpayers -- are left with all of the debt and none of the benefits of education.



For some, money and time are the biggest hurdles. But for many others, navigating the maze of courses and programs to reach a degree is daunting or even impossible. They need more than free tuition.



That's the lesson of the University of Delaware's Parallel Program.



Launched in 1966, the Parallel Program was a partnership between UD and Delaware Technical Community College. The idea was that students could follow a parallel path of inexpensive UD core courses taught by UD faculty at Delaware Tech campuses, then finish their bachelor's degree on UD's main Newark campus.



But the thing about parallel lines, as any 4th grade geometry student can tell you, is that they never meet.



Students took courses that didn't result in any degree. When they tried to make the leap from a Delaware Tech campus to UD, they often faltered and failed.



So a decade ago, UD -- under my astute predecessor, Dr. David Roselle -- wisely replaced the Parallel Program with the new Associate in Arts Program for students who need extra academic or financial support to succeed in college. It's UD courses taught by UD faculty in small classes in Delaware Tech's buildings throughout the state. Students receive an AA in University Studies by earning 60 credits in the core courses we require of all undergraduates, then transition to UD's main campus to earn their bachelor's degree.



Note that word "transition." AA students don't transfer to UD; they're already ID-carrying UD students who can use the library, join student organizations, catch a football game, study abroad and do essentially everything a traditional student can do.



It's a community college embedded within UD. It's a full Bachelor's degree sequence; it just starts at a different location.



And it's working. More than 80 percent of our new AA students return for their second year, and more than 72 percent earn their Associate degrees within three years. Nearly all transition to the main campus to earn their Bachelor's degrees.



The secret sauce in this recipe isn't much of a secret. We're giving students a lot of support and guidance, the kind of help we've long known works best.



We practice "intrusive" advising, closely monitoring AA students' grades, attendance and participation to head off potential problems. Many AA students come from low-income and/or first-generation families, so strong advisement is critical to their success.



In addition to faculty advisers, we have four full-time academic advisers for AA's 800 students. That ratio is less than half the median of 441 students per adviser at two-year institutions nationwide, according to a 2013 report by the National Academic Advising Association.



The additional attention isn't free, of course. We spend roughly $300 per AA student annually on advisement services. But it's an investment that pays off with high retention and graduation rates.



The AA First Year Experience seminar is tailored to their needs, too, by focusing on study skills, time management, tutoring and support services. In their sophomore year, students are introduced to main-campus faculty and advisers to chart their transition. A few weeks before they arrive on the main campus, we bring them together for Transitions Day, when staff and former AA students offer advice on making that leap.



From the moment students are admitted, it's a comprehensive program dedicated to get them their Bachelor's degree.



It's also affordable for students. AA tuition this year is just $3,620, about a third what it is for main-campus Delaware students. For most students, tuition is covered by federal Pell grants or Delaware's scholarship program, Student Excellence Equals Degree, or SEED. Begun in 2005, SEED is similar to scholarship programs in many other states and to President Obama's latest proposal.



Yes, AA tuition covers only a portion of UD's true cost of providing an undergraduate education. But that's true for the tuition paid by all students, which is lowered by state appropriations, endowment earnings, scholarships and other financial supports.



AA students tell us they enjoy the smaller classes and individual attention from professors and advisers. They appreciate having the time to improve their academic skills. The program is supportive enough to ensure success, they say, but rigorous enough that it doesn't feel like 13th grade of high school.



In the global knowledge economy, our nation's prosperity depends on providing a high-quality education to everyone. Tuition-free community college may be the best way to get more students to the starting line.



But we must also chart a smooth, seamless educational path for students because our real job is getting them across the finish line.

6 Current Cultural Themes -- What We Learned From Sunday Night's Oscars

$
0
0
We love to watch and read things that -- no matter when and where they are set -- somehow comment upon and reflect back to us our own time and place. Here are a few observations on current shifts in our cultural zeitgeist -- and how they found a reflection in some of Sunday night's best picture contenders at the Oscars.

1. Blurred Lines

We're becoming increasingly comfortable with the blurring of boundaries between the different modes, spaces and places in our lives. The interchange of on-and-offline realities means people feel less restricted by life's existing patterns, and as a result are embracing fluidity and flexibility, expecting the places, ways and products they spend time with to adapt to their changing needs and desires.

What better reflection of this shift than Birdman, where place, identity, reality and fantasy seamlessly meld in a world where nothing is quite as it seems -- but no one bats an eyelid. Inarritu's magical realism is truly a narrative for our shifting times.

2. The Life of the Mind

Intellectual curiosity and the desire to learn are flourishing. People are hungrier than ever for knowledge and discovery, pursuing learning for pleasure and craving mental stimulation. Knowledge is increasingly valued as an end in itself, to learn more about the world and define our characters through ideas and intellect. The life of the mind will be treasured ever more dearly.

We see this appreciation reflected in The Theory of Everything, a celebration of the triumph of the life of the mind over the frailty of the body. What might ostensibly seem a cerebral subject -- quantum physics -- is taken as a metaphor for the joy of idea and the primacy of the intellect over the material world.

3. The Truth is Beautiful

We are seeking out truth and authenticity -- with all its flaws -- in the midst of a world of glossy perfection and immaculately curated online selves. Genuine candor is valued more than ever, as we strive for interactions that are authentic and real. The awkwardness, imperfection and honesty of reality will be celebrated ever more intensely as we embrace its truth and distinctiveness.

Boyhood is a prime example of this theme -- a true-to-life, warts-and-all portrayal of family life where the grown-ups are imperfect and don't pretend otherwise -- thereby endearing themselves to the audience more deeply. We know all the characters are flawed -- and yet we root for them anyway.

4. Innocent Fun

Life can seem serious. But despite the headlines, there is still a desire for glee and frivolity. People still seek to express spontaneous joy, throw caution to the wind, follow their instincts and let themselves be gleeful, even frivolous.

The Grand Budapest Hotel is a wonderful example of a movie that echoes this trend through pure -- yet very clever -- farce. Its enjoyment comes from a sense of comedic delight in an updated parody of caper movies from the 20th century, with hyperbole and caricatures that give the audience permission to laugh out loud. It reminds us that even today, pure entertainment can still play a role among other offerings that seek to imbue greater meaning.

5. Speaking Up

It's increasingly aspirational to take a stand. As a consequence of seeking what's truthful -- and being able to find out through technology's contribution to increased transparency -- we are now less afraid to speak our mind than ever. People are prepared to stand up for what they think is right, even risk being provocative if they believe it's the right thing to do. Having -- and voicing -- a point of view on our world and happenings within it is increasingly expected: Apathy is no longer an option.

What better symbol of this current trend than Selma, the story of the civil rights march from Selma to Montgomery and a record of Martin Luther King, Junior's -- and his fellow marchers' -- resolve and purpose to persist and advocate for what was right in the face of violence and hate.

6. Purposeful Collaboration

Working together with others toward a shared goal is becoming the best way to achieve. People are seeking genuine collaboration -- the chance to bring together the best minds and skill sets in order to move forward and meet the challenge. These connections will bring new perspectives, fresh insights and different stories - and will be deep, rich and enlightening in the quest to solve problems, debate issues, and innovate.

The Imitation Game reflects this exactly in its portrayal of the approach to breaking the secret Nazi code during World War II. What might appear to be a motley crew of nonetheless brilliant minds, secretly assembled to crack the German message system and boost the Allied war effort, echoes the assembly of groups of madcap thinkers and entrepreneurs becoming notorious for and synonymous with success in our society.

6 Questions With MILK from Rupaul's Drag Race

$
0
0
2015-02-24-IMG_6222.JPG


1. You recently performed for your first time in Atlanta with the Legendary Children. Tell us about this experience. What surprised you? What did you take away from the performance?

In the drag world, ATL definitely has a reputation of being a pageant town. While it does have that, I was pleasantly surprised to witness a wide array of 'fringe' styles of drag... bearded, burlesque, etc. It was a very artistic and conceptual evening!

2. What I loved about your style is that you fit in seamlessly with the Legendary Children... which most queens don't. Describe your style for our readers. What is this alternative-queer drag scene all about?

I know, I fit in quite well with the Children! My style of drag is theme oriented, conceptual like the Children and the alternative scene. I put high emphasis on the look, whether it be to go hand in hand with a themed performance or just to go out with my drag family, The Dairy Queens.

2015-02-24-IMG_6331.JPG



3. Did you ever think that you would be doing drag professionally?

Never did I ever think this is what I would be doing with my life! In high school I thought I would grow up to be a physician, married to a woman, and living behind that white picket fence. My life is so much cooler than I ever thought it could be! Speaking of cool, I intend to bring MILK onto the ice. I was a competitive figure skater growing up, the idea of a professional drag star on ice excites me!!!



4. What advice do you have for young queen who don't quite "fit in" with more traditional drag styles?

Obviously don't let them keep you from fully realizing who you are as an artist. If those naysayers had it their way, the world of drag would be glamorous and fabulous, but it would be monotonous. Keep being weird, experiment with different styles to see what you are capable of, you'll surprise yourself and will grow as artists.

5. What do you hope the future of drag will be like?

Long and Glittered!

6. Do you have any closing thoughts for the queer children of the world?

Don't get caught up in the idea of having to do something with your life to make shit tons of money. The world used to be a place, still is for some, where the 'dream' was to work to get rich. As generations have gone by, I believe we now live in a society where the true dream is to love what you do and make enough to live comfortably. In my line of work, I am obviously not buying planes and islands, but goddamn it I absolutely love what I do and at the end of the day, as long as I make enough to enjoy a pint of ice cream every night, I'm good!


Japanese Drummers Bring the Culture of Sado Island Statestide

$
0
0
Unlike any musical group I've ever heard, Kodo is a group of Japanese drummers that perform on a worldwide scale but remain rooted in the local community and rich cultural traditions of Japan's Sado Island. The group boasts international esteem and is known for their innovative recreation of the traditional Japanese performing arts. The group spends two-thirds of the year touring (four months in Japan, and four months internationally) counting over 5500 performances in 47 countries worldwide under the theme, "One Earth". Kodo continues to break boundaries of expression with their unique and vibrant living art-form.

They have been bringing their work to the U.S. since 1975. And thankfully we have the privilege of seeing them again--this time in North America for the Kodo One Earth Tour: Mystery's debut outside of Japan. This new production, Kodo One Earth Tour: Mystery, was created by its Artistic Director and Japanese Living National Treasure Tamasaburo Bando. The leading Kabuki actor and onnagata (actor specializing in female roles), Bando was a catalyst for Kodo to break new ground in taiko expression.

I had the chance to talk to the group and get a better idea of how they make this unique mix of old and new work. You can see Kodo's incredible performance live now through the end of March.


2015-02-25-miyake01photocreditTakashiOkamoto.jpg

Photo credit: Takashi Okamoto


Steve Mariotti: How did Kodo get started?
Kodo:
In 1971, a handful of young men and women gathered on Japan's Sado Island to form Sado no Kuni Ondekoza, a way for Japanese youth to learn traditional arts and crafts. They began to study and perform taiko, eventually taking the sound of the drum around the globe on world tours--all with the intention of financially supporting their arts program.

Members lived communally in an abandoned elementary school and spent much of their time practicing the taiko and training to run marathons. After debuting internationally in 1975, Ondekoza emerged as a professional performance group that became highly acclaimed among European and North American audiences. In 1981 the group changed its name to Kodo, with the singular mission of bringing Taiko to ears around the world while preserving various Japanese art forms on Sado Island.

SM: How is Kodo continuing these traditions today?
Kodo:
We are always looking for new ways to explore the profound subtleties of taiko. In the past ten years, this has meant that Kodo is exploring richer levels of stage expression. The Kodo Cultural Foundation supports both local and international activities through education outreach projects designed to give back to local communities.


2015-02-25-hekireki01_printphotocreditTakashiOkamoto.jpg

Photo credit: Takashi Okamoto


SM: How does Kodo manage its tours and performances?
Kodo:
Since the group's debut at the Berlin Festival in 1981, Kodo has given over 3,700 performances on all five continents. This comes out to about a third of the year overseas, a third touring in Japan, and a third rehearsing and preparing new material on Sado Island.

As for performances, we stand by three principles to build each performance. Building a Kodo performance program begins with blending these three elements together amidst the sights and sounds of Sado Island. It is then forged into shape on the anvil of dedicated practice and rehearsal.

The first is that performances are based on traditional folk arts, learned from local practitioners throughout Japan. Our intention is not simply to replicate these historical arts. Instead, by reinterpreting and rearranging them for the stage, we strive to capture their universal spirit and energy as they filter through our bodies. Art forms rooted in the earth are developed through intimate relationships both between people and their art as well as between art and nature. Therein lie invaluable treasures rich with insights for people living in a bewildering age.


2015-02-25-ajara01_printphotocreditTakashiOkamoto.jpg

Photo credit: Takashi Okamoto


Secondly, performances feature compositions by Kodo's friends and mentors. These include composers Maki Ishii and Shinichiro Ikebe, Kabuki musicians RoetsuTosha and KiyohikoSemba, jazz pianist Yosuke Yamashita and Tamasaburo Bando.

The third element is that we use original works composed by Kodo members. In this case, Kodo's members leverage their exposure to the rhythms and sounds of the many people and places they have visited as inspiration for their own creations.

SM: What is the process for joining Kodo?
Kodo:
Apprentices who hope to become performers or staff members will spend two years living together communally in what was once an abandoned schoolhouse. After this period, Apprentices who have been selected to become Junior Members spend one more year training and practicing in the hope that at the end of the year they will be chosen to become part of the Kodo organization.

Altogether there are currently about 100 members of Kodo, including 35 performing members including 6 junior members (27 men and 8 women) and 37 staff members. The performers range in age from 20 to 64 years old. We have 5 staff members from Sado Island. Our other members come from as far away as Hokkaido and Kyushu, and from everywhere in between.


2015-02-25-akenomyojo01photocreditTakashiOkamoto.jpg

Photo credit: Takashi Okamoto


SM: What is the Kodo Apprenticeship program?
Kodo:
In a converted schoolhouse in Kakinoura on Sado Island, young people are trained, not just in musical technique but also in all matters of body and spirit. Beginning in April, apprentices live communally and train for two years. From this group, probationary members are selected to spend one year as junior members, and if they are successful, they then become full Kodo members.

Kodo seeks people of all backgrounds who are interested in becoming apprentices, and perhaps the next generation of Kodo players. Apprentices live together while they learn taiko, dance, song, and other traditional arts in the rich natural and cultural surroundings of Sado. We have some specific rules for living there: drinking alcohol, smoking, using a mobile phone and internet capable devices of any kind are prohibited during apprenticeship, and they are given the time to fully devote themselves to their lifestyle on Sado.

Upon completion of the program, apprentices hoping to become Kodo members may be selected to become probationary members. Probationary members spend an additional year training on the job and can become full-fledged Kodo members if they pass the final stage of selection.


2015-02-25-hekireki02_printphotocreditTakashiOkamoto.jpg

Photo credit: Takashi Okamoto


SM: How do members get recruited into the process, and what is daily life like once you are a member of Kodo?
Eri Uchida, member since 2010:
I started playing taiko in a local taiko group in Japan when I was sixteen, and then I moved to Canada to study abroad at a public high school. After I graduated from high school, I went back to Japan and decided that Kodo's Apprentice Centre really was the best place to study.

On the day of a performance, I exercise near the hotel, eat a good breakfast, and see what kind of condition I am in that day. We create our daily rhythm by loading in and setting up the stage in a timely manner. While the technical crew take over the stage to set-up the lighting, we eat lunch, lightly exercise, and rehearse.

SM: What do you hope to accomplish during this North American tour?
EU:
This tour's production, "Kodo One Earth Tour: Mystery," features a lot of theatrical moments, so the timing and delivery are very important.I think the right "timing" may vary between different countries and environments. Therefore, it will be challenging to react accordingly and nail that "timing" in each performance. I want to make each performance the best performance for that particular place and audience. Also, the number of people playing taiko worldwide is on the rise and I think that the North American taiko community is very humble and constantly thinks about what taiko means to them. Interacting with them and performing for them makes me think about my own taiko playing, too.


2015-02-25-hekireki03_printphotocreditTakashiOkamoto.jpg

Photo credit: Takashi Okamoto


SM: What do you think the artistic vision is for this tour?
Yuta Sumiyoshi, Kodo member:
We started off by taking apart our production style and any fixed idea we had. We were constantly challenged to express ourselves as a single taiko performer and a Kodo member, without the traditional happi coats and hachimaki headbands. I believe one of Tamasaburo Bando's vision for Kodo is to broaden theatrical expression by learning how to express delicate musicality instead of just hitting the drums with all our might. In addition to the beauty that is being portrayed for each individual when we play taiko to the fullest, we are asked to work through the beauty of performing arts as well.

Jerry Tallmer, Adieu

$
0
0
Despite the frigid temperatures, everything was warm and witty at Theater for the New City's beautiful send off to long time theatre critic Jerry Tallmer. Crystal Field, head honcho of the theatre opened up the evening of ruminations about this talented critic , one who was first to encourage the works of the radically different playwrights like Jean Genet, Brecht, Edwar Albee, Tom Stoppard and Sam Shepherd. God, he even created the Obies.

Ed Fancher, the remaining living founder of The Village Voice, gave a detailed history of the early days of the Voice and Tallmer's contributions not only as writer, but delivery man. When Norman Mailer's aggressive style with the news vendors proved too rough, Tallmer was the one to step in. He was the only one who really knew how to run a paper from his Dartmouth days and so it was left to him to drop off papers and oversee production with a printer in New Jersey every week.

Fancher described a much different Village with a sensibility the newbies can only envy. When the Voice needed to postdate pay checks by a few days, a local liquor shop offered to give the staff their salaries right on Friday; the owner confident that at least some of the writers have been known to drink a little.

It was a magical New York, fresh out of the locked up fifties and bursting with energy. When Billie Holiday was asked to perform for a benefit for The Voice, it was Tallmer who drove to Philadelphia, found a pretty juiced up Holiday, struggled in traffic and brought her to the show on time.

Baby Jane Dexter and pianist Steve Ross, two performers who were given the green light from Mr. Tallmer's pen, performed a couple of songs, Dexter's voice deep, rich and jazzy, and Ross, giving an old lower East Sider Irving Berlin , a chance to Put on the Ritz.

2015-02-25-jerrystiller.jpg (photo courtesy of Rena Cohen)

Another Jerry, Stiller, regaled the crowd with adorable anecdotes about his early days in Shakespeare, screamingly funny while his daughter Amy, read one of Tallmer's reviews of her father's performance, memorable primarily for the great acting of his scene partner, a dog.

From his NY Post days, we heard from journalist Diana Maychick who like many of the writers suggested that Tallmer's erudition and generosity made for a very good mentor, indeed. Austin Pendleton was thrilled when he got a decent review, but even happier when Tallmer, who had become a friend, used to talk recipes with Austin's wife, a Greek who knew something more than moussaka. I never quite got whether Tallmer cooked or not, but he did seem to have a refined palette and palate.

Two things I learned was that Tallmer was let go from the Post when he supported one of the newspaper unions' strike. He had sailed through the Murdoch takeover, but showed true courage to given the publishing climate. Also, he was an air witness to one of the bombings of Nagasaki; surely something like that must have affected him in the way Kurt Vonngegut's creative life was intensified by the destruction of Dresden.

Someone read a piece Tallmer wrote about Norman Mailer's Town Hall debate with Jill Johnston and Germaine Greer. I've seen the film and everyone should read the article for themselves, as it speaks so much to the time of early feminism and sixties happenings.

Many references were made to the love of his life Frances Martin. She modestly only took a bow when heckled to do so and one can understand why this aesthetic man was so devoted to the lovely, Flamenco dancer.

The last speaker Lincoln Anderson of the Villager where Tallmer spent some of his third act was bubbling with the enthusiasm of a writer who most likely should have lived in the sixties, but does his best now to keep the political beat happening at this downtown rag. Like everyone, he was gracious in his admiration.

We've lost three journalists just this month: Bob Simon, Dave Carr and now Jerry Tallmer. Let's hope there are equally inspired writers, women and men, ready to step into their shoes and media worthy of their talents.

The evening's speakers: Crystal Field, Steve Ross & Baby Jane Dexter, Ed Fancher, abbey Tallmer, Austin Pendleton, Diana Maychick, Jonathan Slaff, Mario Fratti, John Sutter, Bill Ervolino and Lincoln Anderson.

Letters read from Tom Stoppard, Terrence McNally, Merle Debuskey and Jules Feiffer.

American Sniper Leaves Oscar Weekend Behind Without Top Prizes But With Larger Laurels

$
0
0
American Sniper may not have come out of Oscar weekend with any of the top prizes, but it did come away with a new cumulative box office of more than $320 million. That's by far the highest of any war film in history, not to mention more than all the other Oscar Best Picture nominees combined. That, and the best sound editing Oscar, will just have to make up for the other losses, including that of Best Actor nominee Bradley Cooper for his touching and masterful portrayal of the late Navy SEAL Chief Petty Officer Chris Kyle.

I thought that Cooper, or Sherlock star Benedict Cumberbatch, for his portrayal of complicated computer pioneer and crucial World War II codebreaker Alan Turing in The Imitation Game, who ended up persecuted for his homosexuality after doing more than most anyone to defeat Nazi Germany, should have won. But neither did.



American Sniper is the most successful war film of all time at the domestic box office.


While the Oscar nominations are a pretty good barometer of excellence, despite egregious omissions every year, the actual winners usually don't have much correlation with the importance of a picture over time. Only two of my 10 favorite films won the Oscar for best picture, and those were over 50 years ago. Some weren't even nominated.

At 84, and with five Oscars already in hand, director Clint Eastwood undoubtly has a good handle on this. Obviously still going very strong, the octogenarian star is enjoying the biggest hit of his long directorial career with American Sniper. I reviewed it at length and discussed the controversy surrounding it here last month.

The film has far surpassed 1998's Saving Private Ryan and its $216.5 million haul to become the biggest war movie ever at the domestic box office. American Sniper is well over $100 million ahead, and still going strong.

It's far and away the biggest movie of the post-9/11 crop of films. American Sniper has done this by bing a gripping and moving film, crisply told, at once anti-war and pro-military.

For quite awhile, it looked like the post-9/11 era was nowhere near producing a widely embraced film. The Hurt Locker won the best picture Oscar, but hardly anyone saw it. Zero Dark Thirty was a real hit, but I knew it had no chance of being widely embraced -- much less of winning the best picture Oscar in P.C. Hollywood -- as soon as I saw the waterboarding scenes. They might as well have put Jack Bauer in the movie.

Of course, the night is still young when it comes to post-9/11 cinema. And, sadly, our post-9/11 entanglements show no sign of ending, in large part because the negative repercussions of the Iraq War continue to reverberate around the world.

It took a while for the Vietnam War movies to flow with any creativity. The silly bombast of The Green Berets, with John Wayne as a wildly overage Special Forces colonel, came out in the midst of the '60s.

The much more acclaimed Coming Home, The Deer Hunter, and Apocalypse Now (my second favorite film of all time), were much later, in the late '70s. 1986's Platoon attempted to ground itself in realism, and was more successful at approaching a consensus that the war was bad and tragic but most who served did so honorably, but fell back into war crimes and chaos.

Not surprisingly, most anti-war films are made by folks who don't like the military, don't identify with the military, or simply don't get the military.

American Sniper sounds no notes of triumphalism about the Iraq War or of geopolitical justification for it. Not surprising, since Clint Eastwood, an Army vet himself, was against the Iraq War. As he is against the Afghan War. Notwithstanding his macho action reputation. This, after all, is the guy who made a sensitive film about the epic Battle of Iwo Jima in World War II, exploring the fate of the American Marines who fought there. And then turned around and made another film about Iwo Jima, from the Japanese perspective.

Different eras get different war films to at least partially meet societal needs. The now displaced popular champion of the war movie, Saving Private Ryan, is a quintessential film of the Clinton era.

Directed by Steve Spielberg, as American Sniper was to have been before Eastwood entered the picture, its extremely America-centric view of the world historical success of D-Day and the winning of World War II has an incredible early highlight in the desperate storming of Omaha Beach before becoming deeply bathed in Spielberg's trademark sentimentality.

I find it to be a wonderful film, with stellar performances by Tom Hanks as an ideal Army Ranger officer, Matt Damon as the titular paratrooper private, and others, but it presents a very inaccurate view of not only how World War II was won but even of how D-Day itself was pulled off. US forces were slightly outnumbered in the first waves of the Normandy invasion by those of the British Empire, principally Brits and Canadians. You don't get that from the film. Nor do you get that the Nazi German army had been cut down to size by incredible losses inflicted on it by the army of Soviet Russia, which itself suffered millions of casualties. That's right. Millions.

The '90s were an oddly self-congratulatory time, the economy lifted by the unsustainable dot-com boom, with much of politics consumed with nastily neurotic trivia about Bill Clinton's private life.



Saving Private Ryan is one of the emblematic films of the Clinton era.


Clinton himself was an obviously very intelligent, charismatic, and capable politician. But big emerging challenges of grave import for the world's future -- how to design a post-Cold War world around something other than transnational capitalism, how to address the rise of jihadism, how to meet the challenges of climate change -- all went very much wanting while America focused on what Edmund Burke called "the puppet show of power."

So Saving Private Ryan not surprisingly celebrated America, and what newscaster Tom Brokaw dubbed "the greatest generation," with the now aged ex-Private Ryan wondering at the last if he had been worthy of the great effort to save him. (The patrol having been sent to find him after his brother was killed, it being US policy not to devastate parents back home with the loss of all their sons. In the hardest fighting, meanwhile, in Russia, not just the sons of families and entire families themselves but entire towns were annihilated.) Americans had the luxury to save Private Ryan. And the luxury to sentimentally wonder if if had been worth it, all the while leaping to say yes.

American Sniper isn't nearly so sentimental. It celebrates America, too, but in terms of its martial culture and production and performance of elite military personnel, not the supposed greatness of its aims or achievements in Iraq.

The Iraq War is clearly a futile pursuit in American Sniper. There is no sense of larger progress, no triumphalist (and ultimately evanescent) "surge." Indeed, the missions remain remarkably similar, episodic, through each of Kyle's astounding four deployments. At the end, Kyle and his mates, under heavy fire, are enveloped by a sandstorm. Did they win the concluding firefight? Does it matter?

Kyle's real life significance in the war is not in taking down leading opponents -- a kaleidoscope of ex-Saddamites, metastasizing Al Qaeda fighters, and other opportunists -- but in providing overwatch to minimize US casualties from sneak attack.

It becomes clear he's not there to win the war, for there is no war to be won, but to reduce the tragedy on the American side. Which he does.

That his own life ended in ironic tragedy provides the button for the film. Long lost in combat mode, finally acknowledging his obvious post-traumatic stress disorder, Kyle finds post-war purpose in helping other combat vets only to die in the end, his system full of stress control drugs, when he and a friend were gunned down from behind by a fellow vet they were trying to help.

In its way, American Sniper harkens back to what I think is the best of the World War II films, 1945's They Were Expendable, John Ford's beautifully shot black-and-white epic about the PT boats in the Philippines after Pearl Harbor. It's a fascinating and dark period in history, that half-year stretch between the disaster of Pearl Harbor and the turning point of Midway, which was actually the most important battle of World War II from an American perspective.

They Were Expendable, a true story featuring Robert Montgomery as an ideal young Navy officer, an excellent John Wayne as his combustible second-in-command, and Donna Reed as a doomed Army nurse, is also a tale of professionals doing their duty to the best of their abilities in exceptionally trying and in many respects unsuccessful circumstances. But, even though it has a rugged ending, the path from that ending, as the film makes clear, leads ultimately to victory. Quite unlike American Sniper.


Facebook comments are closed on this article.

William Bradley Archive

50 Shades of Shame

$
0
0
50 Shades of Shame -- A Movie Review By A Real Dominatrix
2015-02-24-MistressTrinityLA_Red_TommyOBrianPhoto.jpg

Photo by Tommy O'Brian


Okay, I saw it. For you, gentle readers, I was tortured for two hours of my precious time and went to see Fifty Shades of Grey, the film. All I can say is I was more disappointed than anticipated... and we all know I had very low expectations.

When stripped of the laughable prose of the book, the messed up relationship between Ana and Christian really comes to the fore of Fifty Shades, the film, and it's not pretty. All I saw in Christian Grey was a mentally ill, singular character, who enjoys torturing women and who preys upon a naive, impressionable girl. This is another representation of male dominance over women that perpetuates sexist ideas that sex is something that men do to women, never exploring the woman's pleasure or fantasies. Why not just say what the movie is really about, a sadistic sociopath who hates women and leave BDSM out of it? Christian claims he's "like this" because he's "fifty shades of fucked up." Well, that goes double for this film.

Once again, Fifty Shades is NOT about BDSM because it lacks the consensual context in which BDSM is predicated. Ana clearly doesn't want to sign the contract wherein she agrees to be Christian's submissive, yet he coerces her again and again. "What do I get out of this?" she asks. Christian answers, "Me." You could actually hear my eyes rolling at that one. Oh, and she also gets new clothes, a new laptop, and a new car. Again, no pressure, but could you please sign the beating paper now?

Jamie Dornan plays a convincing serial killer on the television show The Fall and I guess that's why he was cast as Grey. He does do creepy stalker very well. Poor Dakota Johnson tries her best, but will most likely have to have bottom lip replacement surgery after playing Ana. Sam Taylor-Johnson does a good job of polishing a turd into a shinier turd. On a positive note, I liked the soundtrack.

Fifty Shades, the film, grossed over $85 million in its first weekend. That is proof positive that people are looking for some kinky fun in their lives and kink is out of the shadows and into mainstream conversation. Let's keep that conversation going in a more healthy, intelligent, and truly kinky way.

Mistress Trinity
https://twitter.com/KINKTVSHOW
http://www.mistresstrinityla.com
mistresstrinityla@gmail.com

I'll Always Love (And Like) You, 'Parks And Rec'

$
0
0
Two summers ago, I took a trip to Seattle, Washington with my dad. We made a detour to Orca's Island, a teeny-tiny, Stars Hallow-type town inches away from Canada and filled with, you guessed it, orca whales. We rented the bedroom and bathroom set of a secluded yellow house the two days we were there. As grounds for a horror story, the worst thing that could possibly happen happened: the TV set didn't work.

We resorted to the ancient art of Netflix to satiate our entertainment needs. I watched some indie flicks while my dad snored on the other side of my headphones and the surf of the sea echoed just beyond my reach. I couldn't sleep for some reason; because I was in an unknown place, because I was sharing a bedroom with my dad or perhaps, in the most logical instance, an Amy Poehler God was looking over me and telling me exactly what I needed that night.

This was the moment I began watching Parks and Recreation. Upon reflection, this background story sounds like some indie pop recollection of how I met my soulmate, and that's exactly what I was going for.

Parks and Rec has always and will always give me a hometown feel and a craving for waffles and child-sized soft drinks. It will also always remind me of the coolness, calmness and contentment of a warm and windy summer night under foreign comforters that became my own when I realized what it means to have a favorite TV show.

Leslie Knope blossomed to be a character that I identified with more than any other woman of my time. She stayed up at all hours of the night to finish a political paper, make an iMovie montage about her new boyfriend, construct a gingerbread house for a friend or maybe just have a prayer circle for Madeline Albright. She knew how every emotion felt and could describe it all in a way that was undeniably complete and a fill-in-the-blank for the audience at the same time. She was the personified drummer beat within myself and I rooted for her happiness and her animation in all plot lines and campaign hurdles. She taught me first hand, how to be a strong woman: whether directly to my viewing eyes or in a thought at the back of my mind when I needed her most.

All the other characters were so integral to the series, as well. Literally. I still don't know Jerry/Larry/Gary's real name, Ann Perkins kept everyone alive, Ron Swanson built his life in a sleek canoe, Tom Haverford depicted how to make the proper banger playlist, April Ludgate taught us to question the positives, Andy Dwyer taught us to question the negatives, Chris Traeger practiced perfection, Ben Wyatt made all the calzones sizzle and the ladies swoon and Donna Meagle gave meaning to the hashtag and to the Treat Yo Self philosophy. Intermediate characters like Perd Hapley and Tammys One and Two (and so many more to search on a Wikipedia page) created a depth to the midwestern satire that goes unmatched in the television industry.

The series just ended, and I feel like I've graduated from some type of college where you can learn everything about life and politics. I know to value nature, local businesses, three-legged dogs and strong women (as if I didn't already hold the last two in the highest regard). Amy Poehler taught me the power of a guest star as well as the tenacity of aim; both in career and personal aspects.

I love the intricate details of this show, which is usually how the best ones get remembered. I liked how not one cast member ever got divorced, or how the harshest tragedy was the death of a miniature horse (Bye, Bye, Lil' Sebastian). Yeah, it was a comedy genre production, but it fought for so much more than laughs and giggles. Equality on all fronts, satirical knowledge on present-day America, striving for diversity in character that still united the script in a way that the 50 stars on the flag aim to accomplish everyday.

Within the seven seasons of Parks and Rec's reign, we saw the elegance and eccentricity of small-town, typical America. Encased in a setting where public service and local government curb the atmosphere, the audience is unexpectedly enraptured in a whole new plan to make lifelong friends, adventures, memories and swing sets. It turns the idea of government into something applicable to people at home while simultaneously making fun of them, which is exactly my life method for any type of success.

This show validated what I already knew to be true and understood me enough to smack me in the face when I needed it. You never knew if Michelle Obama would walk in a room, or if JJ's Diner would close in an economic pinch. The Pawnee world is simplistic and ordinary, but within that ordinary world is an authentic bellyful of ideas, concerns and community to balance out any hint of the mundane.

To my dearest Leslie Knope and all of Parks and Recreation: I love you and I like you.

Follow HuffPost Teen on Twitter | Instagram | Tumblr | Pheed |

More on HuffPost:

A Film Producer and a Comedy Writer Walk Into a Bar...

$
0
0
My latest lifelong dream is to get paid for being hilarious, be it stand-up or a well-written film or television show. Around the time of this revelation, one of my "real writer friends" -- who was actually making quite a name for himself in screenwriting (the real, paid kind of screenwriting) -- mentioned an up and coming producer who was making a name for herself in film and suggested that she would be an excellent person to speak to in regards to learning everything about the process of getting my little ideas onto the big screen. He was also very impressed by how determined she was to carve her own path in this very competitive industry, and suggested I join forces with her when I am ready to transition into the development phase.

As fate would have it, this new connection wound up being Marlinda Walcott -- an old friend of mine from high school whom I had no clue was now working professionally in film. I quickly found out that Marlinda was the real deal, holding legitimate producer roles in feature films such as the psychological thriller Victims, starting Katherine Isabell and Christian Campbell and indie hits Goon, starring Seann William Scott, Jay Baruchel, Eugene Levey and Liev Schriber and romantic comedy What If/The F-Word starring Daniel Radcliffe and Zoe Kazan. She has also worked on video game franchise hits such as Silent Hill: Resolution and Resident Evil: Retribution, both films having combined, worldwide gross of over $300 million. She was, in fact, the real deal.

2015-02-23-unnamed1.jpg

I am certain that there are a few comedy writers out there who would love to see their name in the credits, but have no idea how to get there. In the spirit of sharing, here are a few highlights from my many conversations with producer Marlinda Walcott in hopes of helping my fellow aspiring screenwriters and producers.

Me: Over the past decade, you've held a producing role in hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of film and television projects. At what point in your life did you decide that this was what you wanted to do for the rest of your life?

MW: Growing up, I always had a natural curiosity for how things worked. And watching films was no exception. I was constantly curious about how they picked the actors, or the cost of a scene, or how they picked that particular location. I remained constantly in awe of the filmmaking process. So it was in my early teens when I decided that I would be a part of making films, from conception to completion. I then spent the next few years immersing myself in every aspect of the behind the scenes world of production, from music videos to commercials and short films.

2015-02-23-unnamed2.jpg

Me: How does one transition from aspiring to successful when it comes to being a producer of both independent and studio projects?

MW: First and foremost, you need to find a project/story that you believe in something that will keep you going during the long and sometime tedious process that is making a movie. You must to be an extraordinary networker. The majority of the job is based on your relationship management skills and ability to talk to people and understand their individual creative needs. You must also possess an understanding of the intricate financial planning these projects require. No matter the budget, there is always a budget, and it is the producer's job to stay within that budget and ultimately keep investors happy. Frivolous budgeting can and will ruin a project -- I know of a few fantastic movies that didn't make it into production because investors lost faith and pulled out.

Me: So basically sales savvy and good at money management equals a great producer?

MW: Yes, among many, many other things. Because managing the money means managing the expectations of the creative minds involved (director, writers, etc.). Staying within budget without compromising anyone vision is a delicate art. The producer's responsibility is to offer creative suggestions to fill the void of a scene which can't be shot due to budgetary constraints. However ultimately, the producer should plan accordingly in order to complete the project within budget while not compromising the overall creative vision. It is quite the delicate task.

Me: And now for the predictable question: being a woman in a male-dominated world, yadda yadda, you know where I'm going with this.

MW: There is definitely no shortage of horror stories in this industry pertaining to the treatment of women on set. I'm not going to say I've never been hit on inappropriately or not taken seriously because I'm a female, however for the most part I've been lucky to have been considered a colleague by some of the industry's best. It's important for women getting into production to really get to know the craft and remain confident and firm. I've been able to produce movies under budget numerous times, and having a reputation for achieving such a task will open doors. But like I said, there is a mountain of responsibility involved with no room for oversight, so male or female you need to be confident and resourceful at every point in the project.

Me: Any last words for aspiring filmmakers?

MW: Just start. Follow through on your ideas and learn by doing. And never hesitate to seek out those who have accomplished what you are trying to do and soak up their knowledge.

2015-02-23-unnamed3.jpg

So there you have it. I absolutely urge anyone looking to try their hand at
filmmaking to seek out an accomplished professional, like I did, to learn the intricacies of the craft. Because while you may think you can just figure it all out, production is a delicate art that cannot be approached casually.

Theater: The New Play China Does NOT Want You To See

$
0
0
THE WORLD OF EXTREME HAPPINESS ** 1/2 out of ****
BROADWAY BY THE YEAR: 1915 - 1940 ** 1/2
VERITÉ * 1/2
FABULOUS! *



THE WORLD OF EXTREME HAPPINESS ** 1/2 out of ****
MANHATTAN THEATRE CLUB

Don't expect a production of The World Of Extreme Happiness to play Beijing anytime soon. It should because this new drama by Frances Ya-Chu Cowhig cares passionately about that country and its many peoples, the varied ethnic groups and indeed countries subsumed into the idea of "China," the peasants drawn to the big cities in hope and fear, the rising middle and upper class, the artistically rich culture and the crushing forces that have battered them all about. It's an ambitious, lumpy, fitfully successful but very well-acted and fascinating work.

Sunny (an excellent Jennifer Lim) is unwanted and unloved. She's a girl in a country where only boys have value and her father tosses the new-born Sunny into a bucket of pig slop. But Sunny keeps drawing breath and raising a racket and her mother can't bear to finish the child off so Sunny is rescued. The family will pay a price under China's one-child policy but an even worse price is paid when that mother dies giving birth -- finally -- to a boy Pete (Telly Leung).

Sunny grows up and heads to the city to work in one of those anonymous factories, the sort where peasants from the countryside commit suicide in despair after slaving away for years on end. Sunny dutifully sends money home, desperate to ensure a better future for her little brother. But still her dour father looks down on Sunny and does what he can to frustrate Pete's dreams of a better life.

That doesn't stop Sunny, who befriends a co-worker, takes a motivational class on her evenings off and plots and schemes for the ultimate goal: the chance to speak at the company's big media event in the Great Hall of the People and thus secure an office job off the factory floor.



The Playbill handed out before the show included an insert that judiciously offers a rundown of various hot-button issues in China: that one child policy, the coal mines where Sunny's father toils, the mania for self-help guides and gurus as well as a primer on the Monkey King, a folk hero that holds primacy in China and a character which Pete longs to perform in tea houses. (That's how modest their goals can be.)

But it's not necessary since the play itself tackles all these elements with aplomb, along with references to the disastrous Great Leap Forward and a lot more. Cowhig's work is a little less sure-footed in the drama department: the many varied characters are vivid and real and specific, but the numerous plot strands are never tied together in a satisfying way, making the twists and turns feel like melodrama. Further, some switches feel too abrupt, such as Sunny's rather cruel treatment of her father (James Saito) at one point. To us he just seems trapped in a backwards mind-set, albeit viciously so. Her gratuitous meanness seems mean of her rather than just desserts.

Luckily, the broad melodrama holds our attention and the cast is excellent. Much of the cast doubles and triples roles so effectively you may not even realize it. I'll single out their best work, with Saito very good as that bitter father (his businessman is less developed as written). Joe Mei is good as her mother and factory friend, though that friend seemed oddly more Japanese in clothing and hair and such to the eyes of this gweilo. Francis Jue was fine as a cynical superintendent but excellent in the show's best scene as Mr. Destiny, a self-help guru. Sue Jin Song is good as an ambitious pr executive, though her storyline feels the thinnest and least convincing.

For me, one-time Warbler Telly Leung was excellent in dual roles, mainly Pete. I'd gladly watch him perform stories of the Monkey King; indeed, his charisma lifted the show whenever he was onstage. But the one center stage almost the entire night was Jennifer Lim, who traveled a great deal emotionally as Sunny. She carried this world on her shoulders and made it look easy.

Director Eric Ting navigated the many and varied scenes ably enough, eliciting solid tech work from all the behind the scenes talent. Still, the play needed more focus and shaping by Ting and a dramaturge to unite its disparate elements. The dramatic finale with Sunny and Pete was an effective one. But it was an earlier scene that stayed with me most: it's a scene where Sunny is opening up to Mr. Destiny in front of an audience paying to hear his canned words of wisdom. Spoofing media-genic self-help gurus is a cliche of course. Unexpectedly, thanks to Lim and Jue and the writing, Verité turned a moment of easy laughs into a surprisingly emotional one without ever over-selling the action. It's a sign that when Cowhig consistently focuses her hunger for big subjects into genuine, character-driven scenes that the results will be far more than just "promising."


BROADWAY BY THE YEAR: 1915 - 1940 ** 1/2
TOWN HALL

Broadway By The Year is a fixture of the theater scene, a chance for big Broadway talent and cabaret stars to join up-and-comers in an evening devoted to the Great American Songbook. The hook is that each evening is devoted to 25 years of Broadway. Created and hosted by impresario Scott Siegel, it's a chance to sense a bit of the Great White Way's changing styles as well as feast on some serious talent.

Of course, like any such endeavor, evenings featuring all sorts of singers is invariably a grab bag. This particular gathering was undeniably on the lesser side, given the high bar set by BBTY in the past. Some performers were out of voice, others off their game and so on. Yet even on an off night, the show passed pleasantly and numerous pleasures were to be had.

Danny Gardner was the star of this show: he goofed through Irving Berlin's "Oh How I Hate To get Up In The Morning" (from 1918) alongside the chipper BBTY chorus, danced a hastily improvised number to "Pack Up Your Sins and Go To The Devil" that looked smooth as silk and paired nicely with his love Aleka Emerson on "The Varsity Drag." Oakley Boycott (what a name!) goofed her way through "You'd Be Surprised," delivering up a new singing style with almost every line. The relatively lightweight material in the teens and early '20s suited performers like Boycott who knew to have fun with it. (The women, by the way, really stepped it up this evening in the outfit department; many of them looked smashing.)

Lumiro Tubo certainly looked lovely but her singing style is not suited to the getting-down or jazz possibilities of "St. Louis Blues." The great Tonya Pinkins showed her how it's done with "The Thrill Is Gone." Hell, actress that she is, Pinkins had me in her grasp even during the musical bridge simply by the force of her presence.

Chuck Cooper charmed his way through "It Ai't Necessarily So," even though the song was burdened with a laboriously complex arrangement. And John Bolton -- like others who shined best on this night -- had the right daffy air when singing "It's De-Lovely." In contrast, the BBTY chorus (a group of up-and-comers Siegel has showcased/"discovered" in other productions) navigated an almost-too-complex arrangement on "Pack Up Your Troubles In Your Old Kit Bag" and pretty much pulled it off. They did even better with a straightforward delivery of "It's A Lovely Day Tomorrow."

Quieter highlights included Steve Ross gliding through "Say It With Music" and Maxine Linehan's focus on the lyrics of "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes," which brought that chestnut back to life for me. In the same way, the great Karen Akers was sterling on "Where Or When." It's no surprise when Akers delivers on a standard, of course. But I was thoroughly charmed by Josh Young, sounding very old school traditional in a good way on "All The Things You Are." I knew him only from the rock vocalizing of his Tony-nominated turn as Judas in Jesus Christ Superstar (in which he was great). So I'd no idea if he could switch on a dime to classic balladeering and indeed he could. Young also looked smashing in his dapper, classy suit, making the upcoming musical Amazing Grace all the more worth anticipating. That's Broadway By The Year at its best: showcasing legends with a chance to shine on great material while giving new talent the opportunity to display their versatility.

Finally, an invariable highlight is when singers forego microphones and sing unamplified. John Easterlin offered up "Someday" in the style of the day (specifically 1925), and milked every bit of applause like the seasoned pro he is. Then William Michals came out and slayed 'em with "One Alone." His gorgeous voice never needs speakers to reach the back of the audience but it's his effortless delivery of the lyrics as if new-minted that makes Michals such a treat. (Sinatra similarly makes the emotions of each song transparent.) Later, Tony winner Emily Skinner did a fine "No, You Can't Have My Heart" and then duetted with Michals on "It Never Was You." In truth, their voices just didn't blend well (who can predict vocal chemistry?) but any chance to hear Michals again is a delight. I'm still kicking myself for missing him in South Pacific and look forward to see him in full sometime soon. If you have the chance to see him in concert or in a musical, jump.

I'm already looking forward to the next edition on March 30; it covers Broadway's golden age from 1941-1965. Sure, this was an off night, but if you can list six or seven memorable performances, enjoy the return of old friends and savor dashing new talent like Young, how off can it be?


VERITÉ * 1/2
LCT3

The set for Verité (designed by Andrew Boyce) is serviceable but surprisingly plodding. It depends a lot on window blinds and every time the setting changes from say an apartment to a grocery store or an office into a hotel room, we watch as sets of blinds sloooowly raise or lower one at a time (never all at once, god knows why) and then maybe a grocery store shelf timidly slides out and then a sofa pulls back out of sight and so on. It's like a magic trick slowed down so you can observe how it's done. More to the point, it mirrors the oddly tepid plot of this dark comedy which takes forever to get going and then goes precisely nowhere. Nowhere until the last moment, that is, a moment that should have taken place ten minutes into the play rather than at the end.

The hook is certainly vivid and worthy of Nick Jones, one of the central writers and a co-producer on Orange Is The New Black. A struggling writer named Jo (the winning Anna Camp) has been laboring over a fantasy novel for many years, trying the patience of her prickly husband (Danny Wolohan, always good) and encouraged by her son (Oliver Hollmann).

No one else has given Jo's labor of love the time of day until a boutique publishing house calls her in for a meeting. They love her "voice" but don't care for the fantasy novel. So they'll pay her $50,000 to write a memoir. A memoir, Jo wonders? But her life is so uninteresting. Well, what if they made it interesting? So that's the vaguely out-there idea or perhaps the suggestion of an idea in this show: publishers searching for the next big memoir start playing god with an unknown writer's life, throwing dramatic conflicts at her in an attempt to give her something to write about. One can easily imagine the possibilities: death, mayhem, robberies, hostages, disease, terrorists and so on. The sky's the limit!



What actually happens in the play is very, very little. It takes ages for the (possible) premise to be set up -- some of the tension is supposed to derive from wondering if our heroine is just paranoid and merely imagines the publishers are toying with her life for evil if lucrative purposes. Jo takes forever to decide whether to accept the deal, then agonizes over spending a week-long vacation at the beach, which certainly doesn't sound dramatically promising. Finally, when an apparent friend from high school pops into view (Ebon Moss-Bachrach as Winston), she decides a-ha! An affair! The play is well into its second half before even this very modest dip into "drama" for our would-be memoirist surfaces. Half the time Jo plays it coy as to what is going on, while Jones stretches out the non-existent suspense over whether the publishers are genuinely interfering with her life or Jo is just nuts. (All I could think was, they better be or she doesn't even have the makings of a magazine article, much less a memoir.)

Finally, finally (!) Jo throws caution to the wind (sort of) and heads to Latin America with Winston. She fantasizes he's a drug lord though all he really seems to be doing is repairing refrigeration units in grocery stores and yet perhaps is at the same time an actor working for the publishers. Are you bored yet? Because the idea of publishers engineering an affair with a guy pretending to install refrigeration units is as nutty as the show gets until the actor goes off script in an unearned melodramatic twist.

The rug is sort of pulled out from under us as we go back and forth about what exactly is going on, right up to the end, which leaves little doubt. But long before we get there, we've given up caring.

Camp is appealing on stage, but no one could make such a bland, timid character come to full life. Moss-Bachrach is solid as the lover but he too can't make sense of such a muddled premise. Wolohan is of course rock solid as her husband but in the play's typical inability to commit or make things interestingly vague, he mutters nasty comments at her that seem utterly out of character. We never suss out whether this is her paranoid imagination or suppressed rage on his part. Jeanine Serralles has the thankless role of his sister, forced to wear jokey outfits and absurd spray-painted sneakers (all by Paloma Young) so we know she's a brassy gal with trashy taste but certain to be loud and speak the truth. On the bright side, Hollmann has the best line of the show and is adorable even during the curtain call.

Matt McGrath and and Robert Sella are actually quite amusing as the Nordic publishers, but they seem to be acting in an alternate universe, with performances more akin to a Saturday Night Live sketch than the rest of the cast. Director Moritz Von Stuelpnagel doesn't begin to mould all these ideas and acting styles into a coherent whole.

Without question, the kernel of an idea is here and Jones should have committed to it. If Jo had been offered this deal with the devil and seen it kick into high gear in the first ten minutes, perhaps a consistent tone and witty satire about our thirst for reality -- however manufactured -- could have been created. Unfortunately, it takes the entire length of the play just to get to where the story should have begun.


FABULOUS! *
TIMES SQUARE ARTS CENTER

I was both mildly dismayed and mildly inspired by Fabulous!, a silly gay romp of a musical with cross-dressing guys on the lam, sailors who are twinkie and twinkly, closeted movie stars, gangsters and enough romantic possibilities to fill a cruise ship. It was exactly the sort of nonsense I was in the mood for.

Since the show had enjoyed a limited run and come back for an open-ended one, savvy theater-goers might rightly assume it would at least be a cut above the average. You keep expectations low Off Off Broadway but hey, you never know.

Sadly, the material at hand is simply deadly, with book and lyrics by Dan Derby and music by Michael Rheault all quite unmemorable. It's the sort of show you might see at a fringe festival and then forget five minutes after it was over. With technical elements under a very modest budget, I'd single out the costumes of Maya Graffagna as doing the most with the least. The sets and so on might have been charmingly low-rent if the story had held our attention. It didn't and was, to say the least, uninspiring.

And yet, despite not being remotely ready to recommend the show, I did find the give-it-their-best attitude of the cast rather inspiring. God knows it's hard enough to make it in the theater. Actors dream of great material but must hungrily latch onto any actual role in an actual paying gig with glee. No, it may not be great but what are you gonna do?



The sailors are quite well cast as silly chorus boys (I chose Joel Libed as Sailor #3, as one will when the mind drifts) and like everyone on stage, they gave it their all. Rising above the script as best they could, Rebecca Kopec as the token closeted lesbian Sylvia and Michael James Valvo as her droll gay sidekick simply delivered these stock roles -- cliches and all -- as unapologetically as they could.

The show is retro to its core, but in a typical sign of flagging creativity, they made Sylvia an ugly, rejected figure at the end with lipstick smeared across her face after being rejected by the character she loves. At the show's nadir, she kisses him and he almost throws up after their smooch. It's an ugly caricature from a bygone era, the sort of nasty stereotype best left in the past and one Derby should have risen above. To her credit, Kopec tackles it with gusto.

Kelsey Youmans and Alexander Price goof about with abandon in their gangster roles, though Steven Bidwell can't really bring anything to the mild part of the lovelorn captain. Jonathan Grunert in contrast actually brings vim to his Rock Hudson knock-off, thanks to square-jawed good looks and a knowing ability to play it straight, the only way to make such a role work. I'd actually seek him out in other parts, as I would the two leads.

Tobias Young as Laura Lee sings very well and delivers his flat comic lines with enough gusto to even make some of them land. He's appealing, as is DaWoyne A. Hill as Laura Lee's partner in crime Jane Mann. The role makes no sense but by God Hill sings his big number with such determination to put it over you'd swear for a second he was singing "I Am What I Am" from La Cage Aux Folles. Far from it, but his commitment almost makes you forget that.

Why be so hard on a silly show with a silly plot and no desire to do anything but make you giggle? Because I love silly shows just as much as the next guy and know how precious they are when done well. Just because they look easy is no reason to go easy on those who fall far short. God knows the cast deserved something a lot more fabulous than Fabulous!


THEATER OF 2015

Honeymoon In Vegas **
The Woodsman ***
Constellations ** 1/2
Taylor Mac's A 24 Decade History Of Popular Music 1930s-1950s ** 1/2
Let The Right One In **
Da no rating
A Month In The Country ** 1/2
Parade in Concert at Lincoln Center ** 1/2
Hamilton at the Public ***
The World Of Extreme Happiness ** 1/2
Broadway By The Year 1915-1940 **
Verite * 1/2
Fabulous *


_____________

Thanks for reading. Michael Giltz is the founder and CEO of the forthcoming website BookFilter, a book lover's best friend. It's a website that lets you browse for books online the way you do in a physical bookstore, provides comprehensive info on new releases every week in every category and offers passionate personal recommendations every step of the way. It's like a fall book preview or holiday gift guide -- but every week in every category. He's also the cohost of Showbiz Sandbox, a weekly pop culture podcast that reveals the industry take on entertainment news of the day and features top journalists and opinion makers as guests. It's available for free on iTunes. Visit Michael Giltz at his website and his daily blog. Download his podcast of celebrity interviews and his radio show, also called Popsurfing and also available for free on iTunes.

Note: Michael Giltz is provided with free tickets to shows with the understanding that he will be writing a review. All productions are in New York City unless otherwise indicated.

Med Film Factory Training Program: Crowdfunding to Undo the Stereotypes

$
0
0
2015-02-26-MFF3.JPG


In his book titled Reel Bad Arabs: How Hollywood Vilifies a People, author, film historian and critic Jack G. Shaheen analyzes the negative impact of Hollywood's cinematic stereotypes. He bases his writing on a study of more than 900 films through which, he writes, "... moviegoers are led to believe that all Arabs are Muslims and all Muslims are Arabs." He continues that, "the moviemakers' distorted lenses have shown Arabs as heartless, brutal, uncivilized, religious fanatics through common depictions of Arabs kidnapping or raping a fair maiden; expressing hatred against the Jews and Christians; and demonstrating a love for wealth and power." Thus concluding that, "only five percent of Arab film roles depict normal, human characters."

Unfortunately, it's not only Western audiences that have grown to believe these absurd stereotypes, but the Arab world has started down a path that now seems hell bent on destruction. If we follow ISIS, they'll gladly lead us to a showdown at the Apocalypse.

But all is not lost... Yet.

There are still plenty of positive role models and beautiful films being made in and about the Arab world. We just have to know where to look for them. And one way is to follow the great cinematic educational organizations that are fighting hard to keep us from slipping down a slope of cliche films and ugly, over-the-top characters. By helping young, up-and-coming filmmakers make the right films, creating the most well rounded characters, within the Arab world.

One of those great organizations is the Med Film Factory, initiated by the Royal Film Commission of Jordan, with Sud Ecriture, Tunisia and the Huston School of Film & Digital Media, Ireland. Until last year it was co-financed by the Euromed Audiovisual Programme of the European Union but these days it's struggling for money. At such a crucial time, when filmmakers from MENA need their balanced voices to be heard, the Med Film Factory is crowdfunding to survive.

A bit of background on this concept, which has already seen three successful educational cycles since its inception in 2010. Med Film Factory is headed by Deema Azar whose passion for the movie industry led her to become part of the Capacity Building Department at the Royal Film Commission -- Jordan (RFC), which she joined in April 2011.

In its first cycle in 2012, projects included ones by producer Rula Nasser, filmmaker Firas Khoury (whose pitch for The Flag, produced by Hany Abu-Assad, I helped rewrite last summer) and writer/director Niam Itani. In 2013, the names included Vida Rizq of my all-time favorite crowdfunding platform Aflamnah, and writer/director Toufic Khreich, In 2014, there was a film by Tarzan and Arab Abo Nasser, one directed by Sherif Elbendary and one produced by Ossama Bawardi, of Philistine Films. All names that I love to see in the credits of the films I watch. Beloved stars of Arab cinema, for the present and to the future.

I caught up with Deema Azar, as well as Rula Nasser and Niam Itani, to find out more about this fantastic training program, and to spread the word about their current crowdfunding campaign on Indiegogo which continues to raise funds until mid-March.

So let's say I'm a filmmaker with a feature film project, how would a program like Med Film Factory help?

2015-02-26-Deema.jpg Deema Azar: Med Film Factory is an advanced film training program aimed at Arab producers and directors working on their first or second feature length projects. It is composed of three interrelated sessions: a Producers' Workshop, a Directors' Workshop and a networking event with film professionals known as the Independent Film Assembly. Participants attending the Producers' Workshop are coached by experts in all issues related to producing a feature film project, covering various areas including financing, legalities and distribution in addition to training them on how to pitch their projects to potential funders, co-producers etc. The Directors' Workshop is hands-on training where participants are able to shoot a scene/short film inspired by their feature film project under the guidance of established directors. As for the Assembly, participants network directly with co-producers, financiers, distributors etc. with the aim of taking their projects to the next level. A program like Med Film Factory therefore presents a crucial step in the development phase of feature film projects yet also provides the participants with a set of tools and know-how which they can apply to their future projects as well.

How many filmmakers have already gone through the program? Any specific success stories you would like to share?

Deema Azar: In the past four years, we have held three complete training cycles of Med Film Factory from which over 50 Arab producers and directors have benefitted. Two participant feature film projects have been made and are now in post-production and eight more are currently in pre-production. This presents a success rate that exceeds 40% of the overall participating projects. On the other hand, two short films shot during the last Directors' Workshop in April 2014 in Amman were selected to several film festivals, including the official short film competition of the 25th edition of Carthage Cinematic Days in Tunisia which took place in December 2014. These projects are Shake by Deema Dabis from Jordan and With Predetermination by Tarzan and Arab Abo Nasser from Palestine.

Niam, as a filmmaker, how did this program help you?

2015-02-26-ProfilePersonalPhotoNiamItani.jpg Niam Itani: Med Film Factory was the first professional program I attended to workshop my feature film project. I had only attended a film market before. Film markets have their own crazy fast pace and most industry folks are there for business and not to hold the hands of first time filmmakers and tell them what needs to be done. This is where MFF stepped in. It was the first place a professional actually sat us down, had previously looked at all our film related material -- from budget to screenplay to written documents -- and took us through all the painful steps that we needed to go through.

At the same time, the program brought other filmmakers from various countries that were at the same stage, facing similar challenges to the ones we were facing. It was a very sobering and a very encouraging experience to make connections with all these friends, and to exchange professional and cultural experiences with them. Towards the end of the program, MFF invited industry professionals again for a project market simulation experience. This time, we had their attention and patience and the feedback was very valuable.

Rula, as a producer, what was made easier for you by this program, and what did you find the hardest challenge of coming through a program like this?

Rula Nasser: I participated in Med Film Factory's first cycle, when the program was new and I was as well at that time, trying to take my first steps in producing after finishing one small feature film. I would say the program taught me the professional way of approaching a film project, why I want to make the film, what is unique in my story and how should I pitch it. And even how to place it in the market for financiers and executives. I still have great memories of those nights we spent together as a team.

The program opened to me a wider vision of our strength as storytellers and challenged me enough to protect my project's survival, and I think this was the greatest challenge. The tutors were not our friends, they were professionals coming from around the world, sales agents, lawyers, producers, and none of them had mercy for my project -- if I could not defend it. What I learnt was about finding answers to simple questions. Is my finance plan right? Or am I planning the right contract? I learnt how to be a fish in a big ocean and leave my small fish tank. I gained the confidence, the wisdom, and I was taught how to survive.

Right now, Deema, you are crowdfunding for this program to continue. What are the hardships of helping filmmakers in the MENA region at this crucial time?

Deema Azar: Med Film Factory is currently suspended due to lack of funds and the non-renewal of the Euromed Audiovisual Program which funded it up until 2014. As a first step, we have resorted to crowd funding to try and keep the flame burning. Being the only training program in the MENA region specifically aimed at developing the skills of Arab producers and directors, it is now more important than ever to sustain it and keep it going especially since trainings of this kind are non-existent in the Arab World. Arab filmmakers from the MENA region already face many obstacles when it comes to materializing their film projects: specialized training, funding, distribution etc. and I hope that we succeed in bringing this training program back to help them on their journey.

Why do you think cinema from the Arab world is necessary now?

Deema Azar: The language of cinema transcends borders, bridges cultures and touches the human soul. Telling our stories through film to the rest of the world shines a spotlight on the region, its rich culture and diverse society as well as the difficulties it is facing. Moreover, it is a powerful instrument to examine our personal roles and views when it comes to the issues that are being exposed through cinema and whether we are working against a problem, are part of a problem or simply sitting safely on the sidelines.

Niam Itani: Cinema connects us as human beings at a really deep and emotional level. Today, with the challenges that the Arab world faces, it is of utmost importance that institutions like MFF provide a meaningful platform to support the diverse voices of filmmakers from the Arab world, and allow them to share their cinema of revolution, their cinema of loss and identity crises, and their cinema of love, peace and compassion. Through my cinema I reach out to "the other", whoever the other is, and share intimate feelings and thoughts freely.  I do not seek approval for the art but I seek recognition for the simple messages behind it; mainly that we all as humans have way more in common than we imagine we do.

2015-02-26-RulaNasserphoto.jpg Rula Nasser: I know nowadays that we are in place were fingers are pointing at us, the whole world is seeing us like TV news, a bunch of images with only one dimension. We have a special stereotype, we are "THE ARABS" -- a word that has started to create fear within the silence where it is pronounced. That is sad, and we have to be blamed. Nations created their heroes through cinema, advocated for their rights, explained to the whole world who they are and that has proven over the years that cinema has its impact. It is the wind of change. In our world it was a taboo, a fear of change without anticipation that created a big hole of darkness about us!
 
Cinema is one of the most important tools that we have to use, to change the misinterpretation, and we have a lot of stories to tell and share. The good and the bad, the sweet and the bitter, like all other nations and humans. I have to say that we have to fight more in making our stories alive, the digital revolution gave us the means to make those stories come to life, and defeat all systems that are fighting us. Budget is not an issue these days and I think many nations proved this, like Iranian cinema, Romanian cinema and much more... People are looking for human, good stories that can be shot on a low budget, and I believe we have those stories. But we have to know how to tell them and get out of all those taboos and personal censorships.

We are in a time where storytellers are fighters.

All images courtesy of Med Film Factory, used with permission.

A Nature vs. Nurture Debate: Where Does Music Taste Originate?

$
0
0
I have always had a deep curiosity about music taste. Every time I hear a new song I love, there is always a desperate need to show my sisters. But before they ever hear the opening notes, I have to wonder whether or not they will enjoy the song too. Will they fall in love with the melody, just as I have? Or will they loathe the new synchronization of beats and vocals?

I am never able to guess right with my sisters, or anyone for that matter. There are times they love songs I would never have picked out for them; others I would have bet money they would have enjoyed, but never do. It constantly sparks the same question: where does musical taste originate? What makes one like Britney Spears and another enjoy the Beatles? Why do some detest country and others cannot get enough of the genre?

2015-02-24-listenmusicstudentgirl.jpg


Over dinner the other night, I brought the idea up to my father, and he hypothesized music taste comes about through life events. People who were around when the Beatles were revolutionizing the music world fell in love with their radical sound. It helped to explain why parents have to cover their ears when teenagers play their modern music (or vice versa). Parents grew use to a different sound, and teenagers are growing up with the modern music all around them. As much as I enjoy rap music [a modern musical style], my father can't stand it. And when he plays Johnny Cash, the only dance move I want to perform is covering my ears.

Though my dad's hypothesis proves sound, what can be said about those today that enjoy the Beatles music? My friend -- who was certainly not around during the Beatles Era -- loves their sound. And though there is a great disconnect between my father's music and mine, there are times I find one of his songs enjoyable (I am a sucker for John Denver), and he will reluctantly admit to enjoying one of mine (he thought the lyrics for Avicii's "Wake Me Up" were very poetic). So life events must not be the only answer.

Before I asked my dad his thoughts on the matter, my initial idea was nature vs. nurture. Is music taste inherited? I immediately shut that down from a point already made: parental and children music tastes do not align. Environment made more sense. All three of my sisters and I love the music my parents grew us up on. The main ones I remember -- the ones I still love today -- are Madonna, Britney Spears, the Spice Girls, Gwen Stefani, the Rippingtons and Dire Straits. And my three sisters still love those artists too. Though today we have disagreements on a song being any good or not, it is seldom.

This led me to think that perhaps the music we grow up on tunes our ears to be inclined to certain styles, tones, and musical structures. I recently started heavily using Pandora, an internet radio station that selects songs for the listener based on the musical structure of previous songs they have enjoyed. Maybe our brains work the same way. If we are exposed to a song or genre of music long enough, that music becomes something we enjoy hearing. This can be paralleled to the proximity effect of attraction in psychology, which is the tendency for individuals to form attractions to someone they are close by to. We've likely all experienced this effect. Someone we would not have found attractive just passing by on the street we grow to find attractive because we spend time with them. This accounts for why many people marry those they meet in college or at work.

The same idea can be applied to music. The more times we hear a type of music or song, the more it grows on us. It explains why we can hate a song at first, but after hearing it over and over again on the radio, we grow to love it [I experienced this phenomenon twice this summer, both with Meghan Trainor's song, so I can attest to this]. It can also help to explain why there are certain types of music we enjoy, and others we hate. After being exposed to large dosages of pop during my first years of life, it's no wonder I have difficulty enjoying Johnny Cash or Bob Dylan.

It is an interesting idea, and it raises a question: if I were to start listening to Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan, would their sound grow on me? And, if so, would I begin to like other songs with similar musical structures to that of Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan?

This concept also helps to explain why there is some music my parents and I overlap on. ABBA -- a pop group popular during the '70s -- is one band both my father and I enjoy. My father was around when ABBA was selling millions of albums, so he heard their songs on the radio all the time, and their sound is fitting to the pop music I have grown up on.

What it doesn't explain is why musical revolutions are able to take place. If music taste were only acquired through the environment, or by constantly listening to certain musical structures, than how was Elvis Presley able to become the King of Rock and Roll, crafting an entirely new musical style? How was Michael Jackson able to generate millions of faithful followers to the pop genre? Perhaps it still does come down to the environment: a new generation means new, young people that have not been listening to a certain style forever, so they can fall in love with a new trend.

Obviously the origin of music taste is a complex and intriguing topic. One of which no hard science exists (none that I have ever heard of anyway). Yet music is a part of all cultures and all people. Even the deaf feel music through the floor. Music taste, though I may be wrong, does not seem to be deeply rooted in genetics. But there has to be some psychological explanation for it. It would be interesting, then, if a psychologist ever did research into the matter. Or maybe I'll do my own research, starting with listening to Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan. If I can stand it.

10 Lesser-Known Fairy Tales That Should Get More Love

$
0
0

Note: Certain fairy tales, like "Beauty and the Beast" and "Cinderella," have been told and retold so often in mainstream American society that they're deeply ingrained in our minds. "Cinderella," which remains popular as a Disney cartoon film, has even been remade by Disney as a live action movie coming out this spring. But while so much attention is devoted to reproducing these beloved tales, there are myriad other fairy tales out there we're missing out on -- not just totally obscure yarns we've never heard at all, but infinite, fascinating variations on the standard versions of those popular tales we're used to hearing.




Below, folklorist Maria Tatar, the translator of the newly published fairy tale collection
The Turnip Princess and Other Newly Discovered Fairy Tales by Franz Xaver von Schönwerth (Penguin Classics), introduces us to 10 lesser-known fairy tales that are just as beautiful and terrifying as your favorite Perrault classic.




Uncle Wolf

The "little glutton" who travels through the woods in Italo Calvino's Italian Folktales carries a basket filled with pancakes, bread, and wine for Uncle Wolf. The path is long, and the girl can't resist the goodies. She replaces the pancakes with donkey manure, the loaf of bread with lime from a stonemason, and the wine with dirty water. Uncle Wolf is outraged by the deception, and the girl races back home, hiding in a corner of her bed. No fool, Uncle Wolf chases her down and declares, "Ahem, here I go!" After all, he has a reputation to defend. An expert at doing away with "greedy little girls," he swallows the child whole. Calvino admires the primal quality of the story, a favorite all over Italy, and praises "rudimentary elements" such as "gluttony, excrement, and a steady intensification of terror."

There are several versions of "Little Red Riding Hood" in Italian Folktales, and in the notes Calvino appears to be compulsively fiddling with a story that none of his sources seem to get just right. The tale about a girl and a wolf stages an encounter between innocent prey and fanged predator, and today the girl almost always emerges triumphantly from the belly of the wolf. But in many versions -- most famously in Charles Perrault's "Little Red Riding Hood" -- she is never disgorged. The wolf snaps his jaws, swallows the girl whole -- end of story (save for an occasional moral about the perils of talking to strangers and straying from the path). The consuming idea in most variants is innocence versus seduction, but "Uncle Wolf" turns Red Riding Hood from a pretty child, adored by everyone (as the Grimms tell us), into a girl who is both greedy and lazy. While the other girls at her school are knitting, she has the audacity to go to the privy and fall asleep--a truly deserving victim, especially in light of her other transgressions, which include a love of pancakes.

Italo Calvino, "Uncle Wolf," in Italian Folktales, trans. George Martin (New York: Pantheon Books, 1956), pp. 152-54.


Momotaro

Remember Maurice Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are and Roald Dahl's James and the Giant Peach? Or the Japanese folktale about Momotaro, the Peach Boy who battles monstrous creatures on a distant island? Who knew that Sendak and Dahl may have plundered Japanese folklore to construct their stories about boys who set sail in search of adventure? We will never know why Dahl changed his title from James and the Giant Cherry and gave James Trotter a "great big beautiful peach" to navigate the waters, and there are no doubt multiple sources for Sendak's Wild Things (the "Jewish relatives" disguised as horses until an editor pointed out that the artist was not very good at drawing them). Both authors might have fallen under the spell of the celebrated Japanese story about a boy who floats down the river in a peach and is adopted by a childless couple. Momotaro (his name derives from momo, or peach, and taro, or eldest son) grows up and sails to an island, where he meets a talking dog, monkey, and pheasant, all of whom become his sidekicks and allies. Collectively they slay demons known as Oni, and return home triumphantly, laden with treasures.

Momotaro has always been a popular figure in Japan, and during World War II he became an intrepid warrior, fighting military demons. In a 1944 feature-length animated film called Momotaro's Divine Sea Warriors, the boy grows up to be a general and teams up with a bear, monkey, dog, and pheasant, all of whom have become high-ranking officials. Together they invade an island and liberate it from British rule. The film ends with children playing at parachuting onto a map of the continental United States.

Read more here.


Sun, Moon, and Talia (Sleeping Beauty)

Some years ago, feminists did their best to make the story of Sleeping Beauty go away. In books with titles such as Kiss Sleeping Beauty Good-Bye and Wake Up, Sleeping Beauty, they fretted that fairy-tale women are doomed to passivity, silence, sleep, always playing the waiting game. Unlike Bruno Bettelheim, who saw in the story a parable of puberty and recommended the tale as therapeutic bedtime reading for girls, they condemned the cult of the beautiful, dead woman promoted by the tale.

Imagine the outrage had these critics discovered "Sun, Moon, and Talia," a version of "Sleeping Beauty" in Giambattista Basile's Pentamerone, a Neapolitan collection of tales published in 1634. Basile's Talia falls into a deep sleep when a piece of flax slides under her nail. One day, a king discovers a comatose princess sleeping on a velvet throne in a secluded mansion. One look at the young woman, and his blood begins to "course hotly through his veins." He takes her to the bedroom and picks "the fruits of love." After returning home -- to his wife -- he becomes so immersed in the business of running his kingdom that he forgets all about Talia who, in the meantime, has given birth to twins. When the king is finally ready for a repeat visit, he reveals that he is the father of the twins. How does Talia react? The two "make friends" and establish "a strong bond." Enter the queen, who is less forgiving and so consumed by envy that she orders Talia's children slaughtered and served up to her husband for dinner (a compassionate cook substitutes lambs for the boy and girl). Her plan to burn Talia at the stake backfires, and she herself becomes the victim of the flames. Basile adds a disconcerting moral: "For those who are lucky, good rains down even when they are sleeping."

Is it any surprise that the Brothers Grimm changed the rape to a chaste kiss and replaced the married king with a bachelor prince in their more child-friendly collection of fairy tales? Today, Sleeping Beauty continues to haunt our cultural imagination -- it will not go away -- with philosophers meditating on the Sleeping Beauty Problem, filmmakers probing motivation in productions like Catherine Breillat's Sleeping Beauty and Robert Stromberg's Maleficent, and celebrities like Lady Gaga reenacting a 24-version of Beauty's sleep in a bid to sell perfume. Sleeping Beauty may wake up to the perils of mortality, but her story retains a perverse vitality.

"Sun, Moon, and Talia," in Giambattista Basile, The Tale of Tales, or Entertainment for Little Ones, trans. Nancy L. Canepa (Detroit: Wayne State University Press, 2007), pp. 413-17.


The Singing Tortoise

There are many variants of this African tale about a hunter (known as Ama in some versions) who learns harsh lessons about beauty, art, and sustainability at a time when environmental concerns were not of less burning cultural relevance. "Humans violate nature; nature does not impose itself on them" is the constant refrain in a story about a tortoise with a voice so enchanting that the man who hears it takes the creature home with him. Removing the tortoise from its natural surroundings was already a violation; revealing its secret becomes a profound betrayal. Unable to resist the impulse to broadcast the wonders of the tortoise's song (and what else is that but the storytelling instinct?), the hunter's report is received with deep skepticism. And the tortoise, in an act of controlled passive-aggressive behavior, refuses to sing on command. Branded a liar who misrepresents, talks nonsense, and tells "fantastic tales," Ama is publicly shamed by the chief.

Central to "The Singing Tortoise" is the cult of beauty, with a tortoise that sings with a human voice and plays a small piano-like instrument known as a sansa but also feels freed of the obligation to court an audience. Humans have an obligation to protect that self-contained, natural beauty. Advertising its allure is condemned in a story that can be seen as an exercise in the very same activity of telling in which Ama engaged. The story captures paradoxes about concealment and revelation in the image of the tortoise, which can open up to the world but also withdraw into its shell. Many African tales have an emphatically self-reflexive quality, one that often challenges us to think about the power of story in general as well as to decode narrative mysteries.

"The Singing Tortoise," in The Cow-Tail Switch and Other West African Stories, ed. Harold Courlander and George Herzog (New York: Henry Holt and Co., 1947), pp. 65-71.


Vasilisa the Fair

The Russian answer to the Brothers Grimm, Alexander Afanasev collected hundreds of folktales, among them a hybrid of "Cinderella" and "Hansel and Gretel." An orphaned eight-year-old girl is persecuted at home by her stepmother and stepsisters; in the woods, she is exposed to the threats of an ogress eager to turn her into her next meal. On the orders of her stepmother to secure fire from Baba Yaga, Vasilisa makes the trek out to her hut in the woods. What does she see there? "The fence around it was made of human bones. Skulls with empty eye sockets stared down from the posts. The gate was made from the bones of human legs; the bolts were made from human hands, and the lock was a jaw with sharp teeth." With the help of a doll bequeathed to her by her mother, Vasilisa carries out household chores -- sweeping, cleaning, cooking, washing, and sorting grains. She becomes a consummate spinner and seamstress, who wins the heart of the tsar with her beautiful fabrics and handicraft.

Vasilisa's story traces an odyssey from rags to riches, but it also turns the girl into a cultural heroine who brings light, in the form of fire, back home. Three magnificent steeds also gallop through the story, sending an apocalyptic shudder through the woods and frightening Vasilisa out of her wits, with each horse and rider a different color (white, red, and black) to match the times of day at which Vasilisa sees them (dawn, high noon, and night). Fairy tales like "Vasilisa the Fair" are syncretic, constructed by borrowing tropes and motifs, along with bits and pieces of plot, not only from the cultural surround in which the tale is told but also from other tales, legends, and myths.

"Vasilisa the Fair," in Annotated Classic Fairy Tales, ed. Maria Tatar (New York: W.W. Norton, 2002), 172-85.


The Juniper Tree

The raw energy of "The Juniper Tree" has fascinated writers ranging from P.L. Travers of Mary Poppins fame to J.R.R. Tolkien. Both fell under the spell of the tale, rhapsodized about the story's "exquisite and tragic beginning" and its combination of "beauty and horror." How does it begin? A mother dies in childbirth. Her husband remarries, and the new wife is determined to do away with her stepson. She lures him to his death by offering him an apple from a chest, and then, bam! She slams the lid down "so hard that the boy's head flew off and fell into the chest with the apples." To get rid of the evidence, she chops the boy up into little pieces and cooks him up in a stew, served to the boy's father, who can't get enough of the "tasty" dish.

Is there a way to engineer a "happily ever after" after the uncompromising brutality of these opening scenes of carnage? Folklorists know the tale as "My Mother Slew Me; My Father Ate Me," and a recent anthology of reimagined fairy tales uses that identifying label as its title. Can there by redemption after the slaughter of an innocent and a meal with all the mythical horrors of the one prepared by Atreus? The boy, buried under a juniper tree, comes back to life as a bird, with red and green feathers, eyes that sparkle like stars, and a band of pure gold around its neck. Its rainbow beauty and alluring song fill the world with sparkling sunshine and aromatic wonders. But this bird is also out for revenge, and it exchanges a song for a millstone, using it to crush the stepmother, then returning to human form and sitting down for dinner with father and sister.

"The Juniper Tree," in The Annotated Brothers Grimm, ed. Maria Tatar (New York: W.W. Norton, 2012), pp. 214-29.


The Enchanted Quill

"Pull one of my feathers out, and if you use it to write down a wish, the wish will come true, " a crow tells the youngest of three sisters in Franz Xaver von Schönwerth's "The Enchanted Quill." The girl reluctantly plucks the feather, uses it as a pen, and what does she do first but write down the names of the very finest dishes. The food promptly appears in bowls that sparkle and glow. This microdrama packs wisdom about fairy tales into a small golden nugget. Wish fulfillment often takes the form of enough food to eat, and in this case it means that the heroine, who lacks culinary skills and burns all the dishes she tries to prepare, will no longer be the target of ridicule. In fairy tales, the highest good, whatever it may be, is always bathed in an aura of golden light, luminous and radiant, yet also contained or framed with metallic substantiality. And finally, in a self-reflexive gesture, the crow's magical writing instrument reveals the power of words to build fairy-tale worlds, sites that move us out from reality and enable us to feel the power of what-if in ways that are palpably real. You can almost see and smell the dishes, even if you can't necessarily touch and taste them. With the magic quill, an instrument that signals the power of the pen, the youngest of the three sisters in the tale succeeds in duping a trio of would-be suitors and inflicting bodily punishments on them and the monarchs in the tale.

Closely related to "Cupid and Psyche," as well as to "East o' the Sun and West o' the Moon," in addition to Beauty and the Beast tales, this story gives us a beast less ferocious and slimy than the frogs, goats, dragons, dogs, and chimeras found in many tales.

Franz Xaver von Schönwerth, The Turnip Princess, ed. Erika Eichenseer, trans. Maria Tatar (New York: Penguin, 2015), pp. TK.

Bluebeard

Lulu Young, a 25-old African-American woman living in North Carolina, sat down with the folklorist Elsie Clews Parsons about a century ago and told her the story of Bluebeard. A few decades later, Richard Wright would report the transformative childhood experience of having "Bluebeard and His Seven Wives" read to him by a boarder on the front porch: "Enchanted and enthralled, I stopped her constantly to ask for details. My imagination blazed." Wright felt alive, inventive, inquisitive, and inspired in ways that he had never felt in real life. Never mind the content of the story, with its portrait of a marriage haunted by the threat of murder. It is astonishing that a story we are accustomed to think of as European (the Frenchman Charles Perrault was the first to write it down in 1697) circulated orally in the deep South.

Lulu Young's Bluebeard tale takes up all the key tropes of the story in its many cultural variations: a forbidden chamber, a curious wife, and a husband who tests his wife's "obedience" by giving her the key to the locked room. Presto! the forbidden chamber turns into a blood-spattered chamber, filled with the corpses of Bluebeard's previous wives, in this case all sisters. Wife number seven summons her seven brothers, "jus' as he went to kill her." In most versions Bluebeard is slain by the heroine's brothers, but Lulu Young's version ends like this: "An' he ran away into the woods, an' never been seen since."

Elsie Clews Parsons, "Tales from Guilford County, North Carolina," Journal of American Folklore, 30 (1917): 183.


The Nightingale

Hans Christian Andersen's story begins with the description of a palace, "the most magnificent in the world," that belongs to the Emperor of China. The Emperor, an erudite man with exquisite aesthetic sensibilities, reads about nightingales and secures one for himself. The bird has a voice so "lovely" that its music goes straight to his heart. One day a large package arrives with the word "Nightingale" written on it. Inside it is a mechanical bird, covered with diamonds, rubies, and sapphires. The bird's song is "very close to the real thing," but it fails the emperor when he is ill, for he is unable to wind it up. Enter Death, and the dreadful silence in the emperor's chambers is broken by a nightingale -- the living one -- who sings the ruler back to health.

A tale that reveals Andersen's deep commitment to natural beauty over the artful and artificial and that takes up the nature/culture divide, "The Nightingale" also challenges us to consider what separates us from machines. The modesty, generosity, and passion of true art produced by those devoted to their craft contrasts sharply with the empty pleasures of technological wonders that can do little but engage in vacuous mimicry. Andersen may also have been writing about his own literary voice. His friends called him the "nightingale from Fyn," and he once referred to himself as a male Jenny Lind ("her voice stays with me forever," he wrote about the woman known throughout Europe as the "Swedish nightingale"). And what genre is less artificial and lacking in artifice than the fairy tale, a spontaneous expression of human desires and fears?

Hans Christian Andersen, "The Nightingale," in The Annotated Hans Christian Andersen (New York: W.W. Norton, 2008), pp. 78-98.


Yeh-hsien, the Chinese Cinderella

Cinderella lives happily ever after in nearly every version of her story, but her stepsisters rarely fare well. Who can forget the final scenes of the Grimms' "Cinderella," with the stepsisters cutting off toes, then heels, to make the dainty shoe fit. Doves peck out the eyes of those same young women as they enter and exit the church where Cinderella weds. An Indonesian Cinderella forces her stepsister into a cauldron of boiling water, then has the body cut up, pickled, and sent to the girl's mother as "salt meat" for her next meal. A Japanese stepsister is dragged around in a basket, hits a deep ditch, and tumbles to her death. In "Yeh-hsien," recorded by a scribe in the 9th century, the stepmother and her daughter are stoned to death. Their burial site, called "The Tomb of the Distressed Women," becomes a shrine for courtship rituals.

Yeh-hsien, who is described as both "intelligent" and "clever," is befriended by a magical golden fish. The stepmother kills it, but the girl recovers the bones, and they provide her with everything from food and drink to a cloak of feathers and tiny golden slippers that make her look like a "heavenly being." Rushing home from the ball, Yeh-hsien loses a slipper, which is sold to a warlord who tracks her down and makes her his "chief wife."

Yeh-hsien is only one of many Chinese Cinderellas. As in every culture, there are thousands of variants of this rag-to-riches stories, some less obvious than others. The sociologist Wolfram Eberhard published a book of Chinese fairy tales in the 1960s. In that collection was "Beauty and Pock Face," a Cinderella story in which Beauty loses her mother, who returns to life as a yellow cow slaughtered by Beauty's stepmother. Beauty keeps the bones in a jar, and when she shatters the jar in a fit of rage, a horse, a dress, and a lovely pair of shoes materialize. She loses one of the shoes at a local festival, and marries the man who retrieves it -- a man of erudition. This class-conscious Cinderella earlier refused the advances of a fishmonger, a merchant, and an oil trader. Pock Face tries to usurp her stepsister's role, but in the end, Beauty triumphs after a contest in which both young women have to walk on eggs, climb a ladder of knives, and jump into boiling oil. The stepsister perishes in the last of the contests; Beauty triumphs and sends Pock Face's body back to the stepmother.

"Yeh-hsien," in The Classic Fairy Tales, ed. Maria Tatar (New York: W.W. Norton, 1999), pp. 107-8.

The Enjoyable and Oddly Gripping NBC Series 'The Blacklist'

$
0
0
2015-02-26-blacklist.png


With the two-part finale of Parks and Recreation airing this past week, a notable and transformative shift has taken place at NBC. Its Thursday night comedy, an evening that once hosted such shows as The Cosby Show, Seinfeld, Friends, 30 Rock, and The Office, has been reconfigured and refocused on drama. NBC has chosen to bet its Thursday night on more serious dramas in hopes of aligning its programming with the viewing preferences of American audiences.

Debuting in September 2013, The Blacklist was a ratings phenomenon. The freshmen series ranked number seven in total primetime viewers in its first year and has been so popular that NBC earlier this month gave it the coveted post-Super Bowl slot. With its own attempts to recreate past comedy hits failing, and with former alumni Tina Fey taking her talents to Netflix, and Parks and Recreation co-creator Michael Schur moving over to FOX to work on the Andy Samberg-led Brooklyn Nine-Nine, NBC has all but tied its hopes for the immediate future to its wildly popular new show. A belief it fully committed to recently when it moved the series from its original Monday night slot to its new day and time on Thursday at 9:00 PM. Is it a good idea to bet your future on James Spader in a fedora? Was its one-year meteoric rise a fluke? Can it maintain that same audience in one of the most difficult and competitive nights of the week?

But, as with anything, the only question of importance is simple.

Is The Blacklist worth watching?

2015-02-26-theblacklist2.jpeg


The protagonist of The Blacklist is Raymond 'Red' Reddington, played by James Spader, a former Naval intelligence officer who one day simply vanishes, only to reappear some time later as a rogue agent selling government secrets. The first episode of the series is set twenty years after Red's initial disappearance, now one of the F.B.I.'s most wanted criminals, and begins with his character nonchalantly strolling into the agency's headquarters in order to surrender himself. Arrested, Reddington claims that he possess information on some most notorious terrorists and criminals in the world, individuals so precise and careful even the government doesn't know they exist. But as there is many a time throughout the series, that's not the full story, and there's a few conditions that must be met first. Firstly, he must be free to go about as he pleases, and secondly, and more importantly, he will speak only to a rookie F.B.I. agent named Elizabeth Keene.

The series' other protagonist Elizabeth Keen, played by actress Megan Boone, is a rookie F.B.I. agent whose first day at the agency happens to coincide with Reddington's sudden surrender. In their first meeting, Red tells Elizabeth that he's there to protect her, and more importantly, she cannot trust her husband, the seemingly mild-mannered high school teacher, Tom. He explains, without details, that everything is not as it seems, and consequently sets her on a path that up-ends her life. The plot of The Blacklist is enjoyably and straightforwardly simple, with each episode focusing on a new criminal unveiled by Reddington from his secretive 'blacklist,' roles that have been filled by a rotating cast of guest stars. However, while the series has a procedural element at its foundation, there is second larger plot element to the series that makes it oddly gripping. The overarching mystery at the heart of the show focuses on the history and motives of its enigmatic protagonist, as well as what his connection is with Elizabeth to explain his obsession with her.

2015-02-26-NBCTheBlacklist204.jpg


While the show without a doubt has a few shortcomings, from the occasional plot hole to some bad computer-generated graphics, it has quickly improved in quality, each episode more secure and confident than the last. But missteps aside, the true joy of the series lies in utterly delightful charm and menace with which Spader plays Red. Calm and collected, adorned in a three-piece suit and a fedora with his ever trusty bodyguard Dhembe at his side, he is the holder of all the information. He is a walking and talking enigma, part shaman, part criminal mastermind, part sociopathic murderer, part worried guardian, who disguises his deadly nature with a disarmingly easygoing and charming smile that's accompanied by wild stories that could be taken word for word out of the diary of The Most Interesting Man in The World. But, as many of the episodes in the series allude to, and as he admits himself, everything about him is a lie, but it's difficult to dismiss even those you don't trust when they become in a necessity in what you hope to achieve.

Most critics tend to have a bias against dramas on network television given that rival networks at HBO, AMC, and FX can create programming with more freedom and less to no censorship, an advantage that yields in their series more violence, foul language, and sex (let's be honest, season one of Game of Thrones was more a soft-core than plot-driven epic). The core of the argument becomes the 'other' networks choose to pursue artistic freedom while the big three networks prefer to invest in shows that reach the widest audience driven by one motivation: advertising dollars.

However, utilizing Spader's charms and wonderfully enjoyable display of acting, alongside a continually improving cast and high-end production quality, The Blacklist stands out among dramas on network television alongside similarly critically underrated CBS series Elementary as a quality piece of weekly entertainment.

You can catch The Blacklist on NBC on Thursday at 9:00 PM. You can also stream the entire first season on Netflix.

Lyndon Johnson -- Re-Thought, Re-Vitalized, Re-Appreciated, Warts and All

$
0
0
"ONE of the very best presidential memoirs I have ever read," I wrote in Newsday back when Joseph A. Califano Jr. first brought out his book on Lyndon Johnson.

I raved then as a Texan who never cared much for LBJ and I am double raving now that this personal memoir The Triumph & Tragedy of Lyndon Johnson: The White House Years, is having a second life, being re-published.

Some of our presidents since LBJ haven't accomplished as much in their several terms as Johnson did in just one busy day. I realize now that when the 89th Congress adjourned in 1966, LBJ's legislative accomplishments were already monumental. He got 97 major measures passed of the 113 submitted. Reading this book is like being caught in a whirlwind. You almost can't believe the force of it. And Califano, who was the President's top Domestic Advisor, didn't try to avoid "the warts and all" aspects of this dynamic President, who so many resented at the time. (He had come to the presidency through JFK's assassination.)

• Unfortunately, I missed the excellent big party at "21" given recently by Jeanne and Herb Siegel for the kick-off of this second go around, when we can appreciate LBJ more and more. This version offers minor corrections and some extraordinary new facts. It includes a treasure trove of anecdotes about LBJ's White House. And these elicited a personal letter from his daughter Luci Baines Johnson, which she sent to Califano after she read his book. He had never contacted her for an interview.

Here's Luci.

I cried my heart out when I finished your book. It was a cathartic experience. Knowing my father's expectations, to rise to the occasion, never really allowed me that sort of purging of human emotion after his death. Meeting Daddy again on the pages of your book in the privacy of my current anonymity did. That was how real you made him.


• If you bother to read this unusual memoir, here is just an excerpt of LBJ's controlling instinct in the White House.

The telephone was Johnson's chosen instrument. He installed direct lines to his top assistants from the Oval Office (both desk and coffee table) and his bedroom. This line was easily distinguishable from the clear buttons on our phone consoles not only by its red colors, but by the letters POTUS (President of the United States) and by the fact that when the button lit up, our phones emitted a constant single ring until they were answered. These POTUS lines easily earned the term 'hot.' If there was a slight delay in picking up, the President conveyed the impression that the phone hadn't been answered promptly enough.

He was invariably annoyed if any of us were not at the other end to answer.

Soon after I arrived at t he White House, around eight o'clock one morning, Johnson called on my POTUS line. Down the hall from the Oval Office, my office had its own adjoining bathroom, which is where I was when he called. 'He's not here, Mr. President,' my assistant Peggy answered nervously. 'Where the hell is he?' the President asked. 'He's in the bathroom, Mr. President.' 'Isn't there a phone in there?' Johnson asked incredulously. 'No, Mr. President,' Peggy responded, just as incredulously. 'Then have a phone put in there right away.' 'Yes, sir.'

When I emerged from the bathroom, Peggy told me what the President had said about the phone. 'Like hell,' I responded. 'Just forget about it.'

The following morning, at almost exactly the same time, the President called me on the hotline. I was, unfortunately, again in the bathroom. 'I told you to put a phone in that toilet,' Johnson shouted. 'I want that phone installed this morning. Do you hear me?' 'Yes, Mr. President.' Within minutes, as I came out of the bathroom, Peggy was standing in my office, a little shaky, with two Army Signal Corps technicians from the White House Communications Agency. 'The President wants a phone installed in your john immediately, sir,' one of them said. I shrugged my shoulders, smiled, and surrendered.

The phone, complete with POTUS line, was installed and functioning in less than an hour.


Don't miss reading about LBJ and his astounding White House!

•NOW that he is getting ready to depart late night television, David Letterman is more interesting to watch than ever. He seems to be giving free rein to all his impulses. And it is sometimes vastly weird and entertaining.

But hooray, hooray for the great actress Dame Helen Mirren, who really nailed him the other night for his years of long upstaging his guests. By this I mean, he has arranged his desk so that the guest is sitting out in front of him and has to almost turn his or her back to the audience when speaking to Letterman. And while you get the full force of Letterman to the camera, you often get only the profile and back of the head of the guest who is addressing him over the desk. I have wondered about this for years. But this is the first time I ever saw anybody accuse him of it in person. Helen said, "You're upstaging me!" She insisted, he change position. So he got up, rather sourly, and moved around to sit next to her, side by side for the interview.

It was about time somebody called him on the carpet. And she was both merry and bright about it. Helen was on Letterman promoting her Broadway version of Queen Elizabeth's meetings with her many Prime Ministers over the years. The Audience, written by the brilliant Peter Morgan, is a big hit.

And Helen Mirren is a radiant addition to New York's Broadway glamour.
Viewing all 38214 articles
Browse latest View live


<script src="https://jsc.adskeeper.com/r/s/rssing.com.1596347.js" async> </script>