Showing posts with label To be or not to be. Show all posts
Showing posts with label To be or not to be. Show all posts

Monday, December 12, 2016

What to Watch Instead of the News

Annamaria on Monday



All Hail, my fellow ostriches.

Many of my friends—here and elsewhere have decided to stick their heads in the sand.  I gave up TV news during the Vietnam War.  I could not watch that travesty.  Now, not even the radio news is a possibility for me.  I cannot allow myself to consume very much news regardless of the source.  I am afraid that what the reporters are writing and talking about will begin to seem normal to me.  I cannot allow that.  Four minutes of radio two or three times a day is about my limit.

On the other hand, I do not want to turn my mind completely away from the dangers our society faces and the diligence it takes to combat the forces recently unleashed in the world.  For complete escape, I go back in time to my own characters.  Or I read other people’s historical fiction.  Right now I am immersed for part of every day in  our own Sujata Massey’s riveting The Sleeping Dictionary.

For my watching pleasure, I have been choosing dramas and comedies with themes relevant the current events.  Here are few sterling suggestions for those who want to focus on the trouble without having to hear the voices of the troublemakers.  These are films about things we all need to be contemplating right now.


Crash

This 2005 film, the most contemporary of my selections, takes place in LA shortly after 9/11 and deals with the tensions of a multicultural society, especially one where the authority figures (police and the DA in this case) are terribly flawed.   The film doesn’t have a typical plot; it is more a series of vignettes wherein the lives of a housewife, two carjackers, an Iranian shopkeeper, and a Korean hit-and-run victim crash (literally and figuratively) into one another.  In sum, a brilliant, telling portrait of the pitfalls and opportunities when different classes and cultures collide.


House of Cards

I am talking about the 1990 BBC trilogy, not the more recent American series.   As soon as I first laid eyes on the visage of Mike Pence (during the VP debate), I thought of Ian Richardson’s beyond-brilliant portrayal of British politician Francis Urquhart. (One of the series characters consistently addresses him by his initials for some sorely needed comic relief!)   As the cold, heartless FU rises in power, he addresses the camera, and tells us directly why the nation needs him and his diabolical deeds, all done out of patriotism.  The three seasons are completely riveting and chilling to the marrow of your bones.


To Be or Not to Be

Here is a wonderful dose of satire to relieve the gloom of these other choices.  I watched the Mel Brooks-Ann Bancroft version.  The story is of a troop of Polish players who are trying to survive the Nazi occupation.  The script beautifully treads the line between drama and farce, never letting us forget the horror of hatred, but holding up the self important to the ridicule they so richly deserve.  There is an earlier version starring Jack Benny coming to me soon from Netflix.  I await it with glee.



Judgment at Nuremberg

Stanley Kramer’s 1961 Academy Award-winning film tells of the post-war trial of five Nazi judges for crimes against humanity.  What is really on trial is the self-deception of “patriots” who sacrifice their own moral compass in favor of “the good of the nation.”  The acting is superb.  Maximilian Schell garnered a well-deserved Oscar for his part paying the defense counsel.  And wait until you see Judy Garland convince you that she is a timid German housewife determined to tell the truth on the witness stand.  To say nothing of the greats: Spencer Tracy and Burt Lancaster.  Here are two scenes that will tell you exactly how relevant the ideas discussed then relate to the world today.









 



In the second clip, be sure to listen until minute five.  I think the following minute should be playing on a continuous loop wherever the incoming administration comes and goes.

You can watch the entire film on YouTube.

What suggestions do you have for films that can entertain us, but also tell us something about the times we are living through?



Saturday, February 13, 2016

Shakespeare Made Me Do It.


Jeff—Saturday

I wrote this several years ago, but for the life of me I don’t remember ever posting it—perhaps because I had better judgment back then…or at least a better memory.

Though I wrote it as a reflection on the value of the writing life, told through a parody of Hamlet’s classic To Be or Not to Be soliloquy, when I re-read it a day ago I found it reminding me of why we who write must not give in to the pervasive ennui brought on by the seeming hopelessness of our times; but continue to take up arms (and keyboards) against the sea of outrageous inhumanity sweeping across our world, ever mindful that if we do not, insanity waits in the wings for its turn to rule.


JEFFREY: To blog, or not to blog--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
In despair at our blog’s outrageous fortune
Or to take pens against our shared troubles
And by exposing end them. To fly, to leap--
To soar—or do we creep away to end
The headache, and the thousand natural blocks
That publish is heir to. 'Tis a consternation
Devoutly to be wished on others.  Weep--
Perchance even scream: But at the very nub
Of a possible death to the dream of some
Is why we suffer at this mortal toil.
Let us pause. There's the respect
That is the balm to a long writing life.
For who would bear the ups and downs of time,
Th' reviewer's wrong and downright contumely,
The pangs of edited work, the pub delay,
The insolence of the press, and its spurns
Showing patient merit worthy of a saint,
When he or she might quiet exit take
To make a living?  Who would deadlines bear,
To grunt and sweat a solitary life,
But that the dread of giving no more breadth
To all those undiscovered thoughts that churn
Our traveling minds, and puzzle our will,
Would make us far more ill by half
Than denying readers what they know not of?
Dedication makes writers of us all,
And a simpler life of remuneration
Is sacrificed to one of words and thought.
Any enterprise giving pitch and moment
To our words, even if currently awry,
We can’t lose in the name of no action. 
So now fair Colleagues, bring on opinions
That our blog be not dismembered.


Happy Valentine’s Day.


—Jeff

Saturday, November 10, 2012

With Stormy Apologies to Shakespeare


I quit, I surrender.  First Superstorm Sandy, now Nor’Easter Athena.  And I take no consolation whatsoever in this latest assault on my farm coming from a natural disaster named after a Greek god (That’s the little lady’s satellite photo above). 

The new storm is predicted to bring on a heavy wet snow, perfect for bringing down additional trees and power lines and extending the current power outage in my rural, northwestern corner of New Jersey for another two weeks.  To make matters worse, my trusty chainsaw is broken.  God knows how I’ll end up clearing the road of fallen trees so that the propane truck can make deliveries needed to fuel my generator.

Elmer Fudd at work.
All of which is my way of saying that for the time being my mind is consumed with the non-writing aspects of life.  Even the edits to my new book are taking a back seat to Athena.

But there is a bizarre serendipity to it all:  In thinking about this week’s blog I remembered something I’d written as a lark about a year ago about why to write a blog, never thinking I’d “publish” it.  It’s a parody of Hamlet’s self-questioning To be, or not to be soliloquy that asks his famous “whether” question in its second line.  Ironic, I thought, how my weather had me thinking about his.
Laurence Olivier as Hamlet, with friend


Whether/weather everywhere and not a stop to think. [Sorry, Sammy, but I just couldn’t pass up that line.] 


Yes, folks, cabin fever has set in.  Now suffer along with me if you dare…


JEFFREY: To blog, or not to blog--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
In despair at most blogs’ outrageous fortune
Or to take pens against our shared troubles
And by exposing end them. To fly, to leap--
To soar—or do we creep away to end
The headache, and the thousand natural blocks
That publish is heir to. 'Tis a consternation
Devoutly to be wished on others.  Weep--
Perchance even scream: But at the very nub
Of a possible death to the dream of some
Is why we suffer at this mortal toil.
Let us pause. There's the respect
That is the balm to a long writing life.
For who would bear the ups and downs of time,
Th' reviewer's wrong and downright contumely,
The pangs of edited work, the pub delay,
The insolence of the press, and its spurns
Showing patient merit worthy of a saint,
When he or she might quiet exit take
To make a living?  Who would deadlines bear,
To grunt and sweat a solitary life,
But that the dread of giving no more breadth
To all those undiscovered thoughts that churn
Our traveling minds, and puzzle our will,
Would make us far more ill by half
Than denying readers what they know not of?
Dedication makes writers of us all,
And a simpler life of remuneration
Is sacrificed to one of words and thought.
Any enterprise giving pitch and moment
To our words, even if currently awry,
We can’t lose in the name of no action.  
So now fair Colleagues, bring on opinions
That our blog be long remembered.

Jeff—Saturday