I'm still obsessed with them "Stillers" and their remarkable, mind-blowing victory, but bear with me as I attempt to focus again on the next exciting chapter in my life: the Oscars.
So, "Slumdog Millionaire" is on quite a run. It's certainly become quite the hip and trendy film. And all the positive attention is deserved. For its two frenetically paced hours, you are transported to India, with all its grandeur and flaws. You climb inside a world which feels authentic, yet alien to what we know day to day. Danny Boyle has directed several projects over the years, but will forever be linked in my mind with "Trainspotting" and that dead baby on the ceiling. (It still gives me chills...) Whichever way you see it, this film is quite different and, honestly, superior.
The backdrop of the story finds Jamal in the hot seat on the Indian version of "Who Wants To Be a Millionaire." As the questions come one after the other, he answers them correctly to the surprise of host and audience. Suspicious of the slumdog's intelligence, he's automatically taken in as a cheat. To explain his knowledge, the film flashbacks through his life and tells us his story. We meet the main players - Jamal and his big brother Salim - when they are kids. Their pasttimes include romps across garbage-strewn landscapes as they navigate a tough, poor life, until one day something terrible happens which leaves them to truly fend for themselves. On their new, scary journey they meet the other protagonist, Latika, and from there on, their individual stories weave through and around each other for the rest of their lives.
By the time Jamal gets to the game show, he has already spun quite a tale. The combination of tension in his life and on the show never feels forced. The film keeps you engaged on both levels. The fact that you don't recognize the faces in the film adds to your being wrapped up in the action from start to finish. Everything about the atmosphere - the dingy feel of the city, the engaging soundtrack, and the true chemistry between the two romantic leads, Jamal and Latika - is spot on. These two young actors - Dev Patel and Freida Pinto - are on the rise and rightfully so. All in all, this film works at every turn.
That said, I enjoyed Slumdog's journey. I'm not sure I'd say it's the best trip I've taken at the cineplex this year, but I admire its tenacity and the places it goes.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Super Bowl Superstition Six Pack
Woh. That's all I can say about the wild, crazy Super Bowl spectacular last night. The Steelers aren't going to win any style points and if you hated them before that game, you probably really hate them now. (Sorry, Steelers West. Destiny still lives in the Steel City, despite Kurt Warner's claims otherwise. Don't bet against Steelers D. Ever.)
But, pretty points aside, the Steelers won their sixth Lombardi trophy and captured the hearts of Steeler Nation and did it the old Pittsburgh way: trying to give you a simultaneous heart attack, stroke, and meltdown before pulling it out in the last, desperate minutes. As I get older, a portable defibrilator might be a wise investment.
Before the game, my mom led me to an interesting website wherein Steeler fans posted their wacky gameday superstitions. Anyone who knows even a tidbit about me knows I'm super-superstitious and often so nervous, it's hard to actually watch the game. So, reading about other kooks out there with even wierder problems than my own warmed my soul and made me feel closer to my fellow Steeler fanatics.
About halfway through the fourth quarter in last night's fiasco, I retreated to a familiar area: the hallway, where I pace, hope, jump up and down, breathe heavily in series of fives, and repeat mantras in a whisper (things like, "Please, D, please, oh please, you're the best in the league, please, oh please!" You know, things like that.)
We changed our gameday-watching setup mid-season. So, my gameday-watching freak-out routine had to change too. I think my current habits began in the Dallas game and gained strength from there. It culminated during the last few minutes of the second regular season Baltimore game, as I watched Big Ben's game-winning drive through that crack in the door. In my mind, my position there is key to last-minute, game-winning drives to victory. (After last night, don't even attempt to tell me that where I stand and what I do does not matter to the on-field action. I simply point to the highlight reel as evidence and rest my case.)
My mind raced through so many emotions, it would be impossible to pin any one down. But, somewhere, I held out hope that Big Ben and Company could do it. I flashed back to those other games, those other gameclocks ticking dangerously close to quadruple zeros and I thought, "We can do this. One more time, for history, for the Rooneys, for all of us pacing in black and gold hallways around the world. We just can't lose. We just can't."
I won't claim I knew the outcome would be favorable - or, clearly, I might have left the hallway and actually entered the room with the screen. But I felt something pull me closer and closer to that doorway crack and I pushed my eyes into that space and watched Santonio Holmes pull down that perfect pass, through three defenders, in the teeniest space at the edge of the endzone and I totally lost it. It wasn't compelely over at that moment, but I knew in my gut. I felt it.
The Steelers will break your heart sometimes. Last night was not one of those times. Congrats, Ben and Troy and Willie and James and Jeff and Santonio and Mike T. and Hines and Heath and all the rest of the heroes big and small. Congrats to the Steeler Nation and most of all, the Rooney family.
Congrats to me, too, for physically making it through not only that game, but the entire stressful season. Now, only one thought comes to mind: I can't wait for next year! Here we go Steelers - Here we go!!
But, pretty points aside, the Steelers won their sixth Lombardi trophy and captured the hearts of Steeler Nation and did it the old Pittsburgh way: trying to give you a simultaneous heart attack, stroke, and meltdown before pulling it out in the last, desperate minutes. As I get older, a portable defibrilator might be a wise investment.
Before the game, my mom led me to an interesting website wherein Steeler fans posted their wacky gameday superstitions. Anyone who knows even a tidbit about me knows I'm super-superstitious and often so nervous, it's hard to actually watch the game. So, reading about other kooks out there with even wierder problems than my own warmed my soul and made me feel closer to my fellow Steeler fanatics.
About halfway through the fourth quarter in last night's fiasco, I retreated to a familiar area: the hallway, where I pace, hope, jump up and down, breathe heavily in series of fives, and repeat mantras in a whisper (things like, "Please, D, please, oh please, you're the best in the league, please, oh please!" You know, things like that.)
We changed our gameday-watching setup mid-season. So, my gameday-watching freak-out routine had to change too. I think my current habits began in the Dallas game and gained strength from there. It culminated during the last few minutes of the second regular season Baltimore game, as I watched Big Ben's game-winning drive through that crack in the door. In my mind, my position there is key to last-minute, game-winning drives to victory. (After last night, don't even attempt to tell me that where I stand and what I do does not matter to the on-field action. I simply point to the highlight reel as evidence and rest my case.)
My mind raced through so many emotions, it would be impossible to pin any one down. But, somewhere, I held out hope that Big Ben and Company could do it. I flashed back to those other games, those other gameclocks ticking dangerously close to quadruple zeros and I thought, "We can do this. One more time, for history, for the Rooneys, for all of us pacing in black and gold hallways around the world. We just can't lose. We just can't."
I won't claim I knew the outcome would be favorable - or, clearly, I might have left the hallway and actually entered the room with the screen. But I felt something pull me closer and closer to that doorway crack and I pushed my eyes into that space and watched Santonio Holmes pull down that perfect pass, through three defenders, in the teeniest space at the edge of the endzone and I totally lost it. It wasn't compelely over at that moment, but I knew in my gut. I felt it.
The Steelers will break your heart sometimes. Last night was not one of those times. Congrats, Ben and Troy and Willie and James and Jeff and Santonio and Mike T. and Hines and Heath and all the rest of the heroes big and small. Congrats to the Steeler Nation and most of all, the Rooney family.
Congrats to me, too, for physically making it through not only that game, but the entire stressful season. Now, only one thought comes to mind: I can't wait for next year! Here we go Steelers - Here we go!!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Oscar Watch 3.0
Next up on the Oscar list is a movie I saw last weekend and needed some time to digest: "The Wrestler." Its star, Mickey Rourke, is the front-runner to win the Best Actor prize.
First, a confession. Although I am an avowed child of the 80's and adore most all cheesy pop culture of that era, I have never watched wrestling. I don't recall much interest in a fake event which starred sweaty, bulky men in spandex who throw chairs at one another. My one wrestling-inspired memory is of a late-night college drinking game which involved topics where everyone took a turn and the person who could not continue the thread had to drink. When one person named "Famous 80's Wrestlers" as the theme, I did a lot of drinking, as I could only name Hulk Hogan - and that did not go far. So, my personal experience with WWF (as it was called back then) is pretty much nil. (Though my experience with the WWF of today - the World Wildlife Foundation - is well-documented. Everyone should support it!)
But, this is one good film about the underbelly of professional wrestling. Darren Aronofsky has a skewed vision of the world, often choosing to look at the dirtiest, seediest avenues where the most troubled souls reside. His "Requiem for a Dream" is one of the toughest movies to watch, and no doubt it will leave you with the oddest taste in your mouth. If ever there was a blueprint for not doing drugs, that is it. However, his talent for grainy, realistic looks at a side of society most people want to turn from is brave and different.
Much has been made of Mickey Rouke's nominated turn as Randy "The Ram" Robinson in the title role. His parallel personal struggle as a former 80's star on the rise leads to many comparisons between him, the real person, and this fictional character. Both are in many ways broken, beaten, and mostly forgotten. His casting is pitch perfect and draws you in on that other level, too, something for which Darren Aronofsky must be praised. He fought hard to make that happen and it paid off in spades.
The scenes in the ring, with staple guns to naked skin and old men pulling shards of glass from wrinkled bellies, made me want to watch through fingers. But the real pain comes after The Ram suffers some revelatory setbacks and attempts to put his disheveled life in order. It is the heart-wrenching conversations with his estranged daughter which ring most true. His flaws are deeply rooted, as are those of most people, and just because one wants to change doesn't mean one has the ability to actually do it. Unlike the shiny glamour of a lot of films, there is no gloss here, no feel-good happy ending. It is in this realism that I believe the film is strongest and much of it exudes from Mickey Rouke.
Marisa Tomei is nominated as Cassidy, the stripper who tries to be The Ram's friend. Despite the best of intentions, their relationship is doomed by their own dysfunctions. Both these actors believably inhabit this pitiful world and they have a good chemistry onscreen. (They do, however, both look like they are in need of a long, hot shower. My hats off to the makeup and costume designers for that!)
"The Wrestler" delves into both physical and emotional gore in a way most unusual, yet compelling. This aging man is stuck in a decade past, still banging his long, bleached blonde locks to hair metal and wrestling other middle-aged former stars in American Legions and the like. The audience for these bouts? It is filled with similar poor folks likely just as afraid of the way the world changes around them. They all try to cling onto what they know as familiar, even the pain and misery, as so many do in times of upheaval.
"The Wrestler" is not for you if you only like your films sprinkled with that Hollywood pixie dust, if you only like glamorized versions of hookers ala "Pretty Woman." But, if you like strong, in-your-face acting and films that make you think, then check this one out for sure.
**As a side note, there is a documentary (maybe my absolute favorite genre ever) called "Beyond the Mat" about steroids, professional wrestling, and the toll taken on the stars of that time. I myself have not seen it yet. After this movie, I definitely will.
First, a confession. Although I am an avowed child of the 80's and adore most all cheesy pop culture of that era, I have never watched wrestling. I don't recall much interest in a fake event which starred sweaty, bulky men in spandex who throw chairs at one another. My one wrestling-inspired memory is of a late-night college drinking game which involved topics where everyone took a turn and the person who could not continue the thread had to drink. When one person named "Famous 80's Wrestlers" as the theme, I did a lot of drinking, as I could only name Hulk Hogan - and that did not go far. So, my personal experience with WWF (as it was called back then) is pretty much nil. (Though my experience with the WWF of today - the World Wildlife Foundation - is well-documented. Everyone should support it!)
But, this is one good film about the underbelly of professional wrestling. Darren Aronofsky has a skewed vision of the world, often choosing to look at the dirtiest, seediest avenues where the most troubled souls reside. His "Requiem for a Dream" is one of the toughest movies to watch, and no doubt it will leave you with the oddest taste in your mouth. If ever there was a blueprint for not doing drugs, that is it. However, his talent for grainy, realistic looks at a side of society most people want to turn from is brave and different.
Much has been made of Mickey Rouke's nominated turn as Randy "The Ram" Robinson in the title role. His parallel personal struggle as a former 80's star on the rise leads to many comparisons between him, the real person, and this fictional character. Both are in many ways broken, beaten, and mostly forgotten. His casting is pitch perfect and draws you in on that other level, too, something for which Darren Aronofsky must be praised. He fought hard to make that happen and it paid off in spades.
The scenes in the ring, with staple guns to naked skin and old men pulling shards of glass from wrinkled bellies, made me want to watch through fingers. But the real pain comes after The Ram suffers some revelatory setbacks and attempts to put his disheveled life in order. It is the heart-wrenching conversations with his estranged daughter which ring most true. His flaws are deeply rooted, as are those of most people, and just because one wants to change doesn't mean one has the ability to actually do it. Unlike the shiny glamour of a lot of films, there is no gloss here, no feel-good happy ending. It is in this realism that I believe the film is strongest and much of it exudes from Mickey Rouke.
Marisa Tomei is nominated as Cassidy, the stripper who tries to be The Ram's friend. Despite the best of intentions, their relationship is doomed by their own dysfunctions. Both these actors believably inhabit this pitiful world and they have a good chemistry onscreen. (They do, however, both look like they are in need of a long, hot shower. My hats off to the makeup and costume designers for that!)
"The Wrestler" delves into both physical and emotional gore in a way most unusual, yet compelling. This aging man is stuck in a decade past, still banging his long, bleached blonde locks to hair metal and wrestling other middle-aged former stars in American Legions and the like. The audience for these bouts? It is filled with similar poor folks likely just as afraid of the way the world changes around them. They all try to cling onto what they know as familiar, even the pain and misery, as so many do in times of upheaval.
"The Wrestler" is not for you if you only like your films sprinkled with that Hollywood pixie dust, if you only like glamorized versions of hookers ala "Pretty Woman." But, if you like strong, in-your-face acting and films that make you think, then check this one out for sure.
**As a side note, there is a documentary (maybe my absolute favorite genre ever) called "Beyond the Mat" about steroids, professional wrestling, and the toll taken on the stars of that time. I myself have not seen it yet. After this movie, I definitely will.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Oscar Watch 2.0
Onto the next installment in my Oscar-y blog posts: the picture with the most nominations, including Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor and Best Supporting Actress, "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button."
Once in a while, a movie is more than just a movie - it transcends into such an emotional event, it's hard to separate my personal feelings from the film's actual quality In my experience, this is not common. It happened in "Titanic" (all five times I watched it on the big screen.) It happened in "Moulin Rouge" and "Pulp Fiction."
And in some ways, it happened in "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button." For the sake of this blog post, I will attempt to keep my personal feelings (i.e. this is my "favorite" picture) separate from my attempt to critique its strengths. (But, it really was "my favorite!" And my passions are hard to keep at bay...)
This film is directed by David Fincher, someone I've long admired for his unique vision and storytelling ability, though the stories he's told lean to the macabre. He helmed "Se7en," "The Game" and "Fight Club." He also directed the underappreciated "Zodiac." So, once I heard he was behind this fable, my intrigue rose.
This film is quite different from those others, but no less well-done. The look of the picture is superb, with some of the most interesting camera work and special effects in some time. Most impressive is that none of this is done to draw attention to the sublime work behind it. It is simply a part of the film and blends so easily into the entire story, it might be only afterward that you think back and wonder, "How did they pull that off?" Aside from this grand style of filmmaking, the subtle themes are the treasures - especially one recurring tale of lightning strikes. It is in the tiniest touches I found the biggest payoffs.
The plot is fairly simple: a baby is born an old man and ages backwards. As a child, he looks elderly, and he dies an infant. It is his life along the way, of course, in which we find the story. He has many adventures and loves, particularly his kindred spirit, Daisy, whom he meets as a young boy/old man and treasures forever. The premise is not only new, it is smartly portrayed.
Cate Blanchett, one of the most reliable and steadfast in her craft, plays Daisy. She is a real character, with flaws and mistakes. Brad Pitt is nominated in the lead role and while not many will argue against his handsomeness, I've had several disagreements over his acting chops. He, too, is often underappreciated and overlooked. This film certainly brings out the truth of his talent, aided by the special effects which allow him to age in reverse. It is a rich and layered job, with nuance and humor and real emotion.
Perhaps the biggest revelation is Taraji P. Henson, who plays Benjamin's adoptive mother and who earned a nod as Best Supporting Actress. Her warmth and unconditional love for this strange little soul on her doorstep breathes through the life of the picture, and she has some of the best lines. She is touching and lovely, and it's always a treat to see new faces onscreen.
All in all, this is quite the event picture. I, for one, felt breathless and teary-eyed at its conclusion and knew I'd witnessed something innovative. For sheer finesse behind the lense, this one will be hard to beat. The fact that it also packs a strong emotional punch makes it a strong contender.
I don't know whether this movie will end up "The Best Picture of the Year." But it is worthy to land on the short list. It's well-written, well-acted, and looks great. Its goal is to say this: any life is filled with drama and laughter and heartache and loss and triumph. The odd way in which Benjamin lives his adds only another dimension - it does not change the fundamental idea of what it is to fumble along the paths we choose. Like any good fable, it teaches a lesson in an easy way. The small moments lead me to love the film. I recommend it for all of the reasons listed.
But most of all is this: Who doesn't like a good fairy tale once in a while?
Once in a while, a movie is more than just a movie - it transcends into such an emotional event, it's hard to separate my personal feelings from the film's actual quality In my experience, this is not common. It happened in "Titanic" (all five times I watched it on the big screen.) It happened in "Moulin Rouge" and "Pulp Fiction."
And in some ways, it happened in "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button." For the sake of this blog post, I will attempt to keep my personal feelings (i.e. this is my "favorite" picture) separate from my attempt to critique its strengths. (But, it really was "my favorite!" And my passions are hard to keep at bay...)
This film is directed by David Fincher, someone I've long admired for his unique vision and storytelling ability, though the stories he's told lean to the macabre. He helmed "Se7en," "The Game" and "Fight Club." He also directed the underappreciated "Zodiac." So, once I heard he was behind this fable, my intrigue rose.
This film is quite different from those others, but no less well-done. The look of the picture is superb, with some of the most interesting camera work and special effects in some time. Most impressive is that none of this is done to draw attention to the sublime work behind it. It is simply a part of the film and blends so easily into the entire story, it might be only afterward that you think back and wonder, "How did they pull that off?" Aside from this grand style of filmmaking, the subtle themes are the treasures - especially one recurring tale of lightning strikes. It is in the tiniest touches I found the biggest payoffs.
The plot is fairly simple: a baby is born an old man and ages backwards. As a child, he looks elderly, and he dies an infant. It is his life along the way, of course, in which we find the story. He has many adventures and loves, particularly his kindred spirit, Daisy, whom he meets as a young boy/old man and treasures forever. The premise is not only new, it is smartly portrayed.
Cate Blanchett, one of the most reliable and steadfast in her craft, plays Daisy. She is a real character, with flaws and mistakes. Brad Pitt is nominated in the lead role and while not many will argue against his handsomeness, I've had several disagreements over his acting chops. He, too, is often underappreciated and overlooked. This film certainly brings out the truth of his talent, aided by the special effects which allow him to age in reverse. It is a rich and layered job, with nuance and humor and real emotion.
Perhaps the biggest revelation is Taraji P. Henson, who plays Benjamin's adoptive mother and who earned a nod as Best Supporting Actress. Her warmth and unconditional love for this strange little soul on her doorstep breathes through the life of the picture, and she has some of the best lines. She is touching and lovely, and it's always a treat to see new faces onscreen.
All in all, this is quite the event picture. I, for one, felt breathless and teary-eyed at its conclusion and knew I'd witnessed something innovative. For sheer finesse behind the lense, this one will be hard to beat. The fact that it also packs a strong emotional punch makes it a strong contender.
I don't know whether this movie will end up "The Best Picture of the Year." But it is worthy to land on the short list. It's well-written, well-acted, and looks great. Its goal is to say this: any life is filled with drama and laughter and heartache and loss and triumph. The odd way in which Benjamin lives his adds only another dimension - it does not change the fundamental idea of what it is to fumble along the paths we choose. Like any good fable, it teaches a lesson in an easy way. The small moments lead me to love the film. I recommend it for all of the reasons listed.
But most of all is this: Who doesn't like a good fairy tale once in a while?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Oscar Watch 1.0
This is quite a busy time: besides the constant Super Bowl frenzy, I am frantically movie-watching to prep for Oscar night. In fact, I've had a few clamors for more information on my personal cinematic habits and so, I officially put it out there in the form of a proposed series of blogs. And off we go!
I'll start with "Milk." Best picture nominee, this Gus Van Sant gem is a biopic of slain gay-rights activist and politico Harvey Milk. Any discussion of this film must start with Sean Penn's nominated performance, a study in losing oneself in a character. Sean Penn is no stranger to gut-wrenching, moving roles - and he already has one coveted gold man on his mantle for "Mystic River."
His Harvey Milk is a strong, sympathetic man who really, at baseline, wants to make a mark on this world before he goes. This theme is what struck me the most, since it is pervasive in any one of our lives. Prior to seeing the movie, I heard a critic marvel at the quiet moments in Sean Penn's performance and point to that as the crux of the acting.
He got that right. There is a scene near the end with Sean Penn and Victor Garbor, who plays mayor George Moscone, the other casualty of Dan White's rampage. Unbeknownst to either of them, their respective fates are sealed. After their conversation, Harvey makes a move out the door. Sean Penn, in that one moment, captures the heart behind Harvey Milk's unbelievable journey. It is that gesture, the look in his eyes that sticks with you afterwards.
The entire movie is masterfully comprised of seamless archival footage blended with the actual film. Shots of Sean Penn and Emile Hirsch in their roles layer over actual 1970's activists in the streets, actual news footage of election night. It creates an experience unlike many others.
Gus Van Sant is not a surprise at the helm of such a rich picture. "Good Will Hunting" remains one of my all-time favorite movies for more reasons than just the emergence of Matt and Ben. "Milk" ranks as a touching, important piece and should be enjoyed as well as admired for both its artistic qualities and its resounding message: peace, equality, acceptance.
"Milk" is a wonderful experience. It can't be ignored that Sean Penn is the star. But, praise for the other players is deserved. Josh Brolin, nominated in his supporting role, embodies the paranoia and desperation of Dan White in all its uncomfortable truth. Emile Hirsch, Diego Luna, and Allison Pill as Harvey's companions - some personal, some professional - are underrated, yet lovely.
And Jared Leto, as Harvey's true love Scott, is a revelation to me. I have admired Jared Leto for some time, as I think he could easily fall into the "pretty boy" stereotype and get rich from "Spider Man" and the like. But he takes chances, especially in this film. He is brilliant, and he could have easily scored himself an Oscar nod had this year's Supporting Actor race not been so crowded. I look forward to more from him and feel his work here is integral to the dramatic arc of this story. Well done.
"Milk" has honestly earned its spot among the Best Picture nominations this year and its actors rose to a fine occasion. It is a must-see, particularly to point out that the more things in this wacky world change, the more they stay the same.
I'll start with "Milk." Best picture nominee, this Gus Van Sant gem is a biopic of slain gay-rights activist and politico Harvey Milk. Any discussion of this film must start with Sean Penn's nominated performance, a study in losing oneself in a character. Sean Penn is no stranger to gut-wrenching, moving roles - and he already has one coveted gold man on his mantle for "Mystic River."
His Harvey Milk is a strong, sympathetic man who really, at baseline, wants to make a mark on this world before he goes. This theme is what struck me the most, since it is pervasive in any one of our lives. Prior to seeing the movie, I heard a critic marvel at the quiet moments in Sean Penn's performance and point to that as the crux of the acting.
He got that right. There is a scene near the end with Sean Penn and Victor Garbor, who plays mayor George Moscone, the other casualty of Dan White's rampage. Unbeknownst to either of them, their respective fates are sealed. After their conversation, Harvey makes a move out the door. Sean Penn, in that one moment, captures the heart behind Harvey Milk's unbelievable journey. It is that gesture, the look in his eyes that sticks with you afterwards.
The entire movie is masterfully comprised of seamless archival footage blended with the actual film. Shots of Sean Penn and Emile Hirsch in their roles layer over actual 1970's activists in the streets, actual news footage of election night. It creates an experience unlike many others.
Gus Van Sant is not a surprise at the helm of such a rich picture. "Good Will Hunting" remains one of my all-time favorite movies for more reasons than just the emergence of Matt and Ben. "Milk" ranks as a touching, important piece and should be enjoyed as well as admired for both its artistic qualities and its resounding message: peace, equality, acceptance.
"Milk" is a wonderful experience. It can't be ignored that Sean Penn is the star. But, praise for the other players is deserved. Josh Brolin, nominated in his supporting role, embodies the paranoia and desperation of Dan White in all its uncomfortable truth. Emile Hirsch, Diego Luna, and Allison Pill as Harvey's companions - some personal, some professional - are underrated, yet lovely.
And Jared Leto, as Harvey's true love Scott, is a revelation to me. I have admired Jared Leto for some time, as I think he could easily fall into the "pretty boy" stereotype and get rich from "Spider Man" and the like. But he takes chances, especially in this film. He is brilliant, and he could have easily scored himself an Oscar nod had this year's Supporting Actor race not been so crowded. I look forward to more from him and feel his work here is integral to the dramatic arc of this story. Well done.
"Milk" has honestly earned its spot among the Best Picture nominations this year and its actors rose to a fine occasion. It is a must-see, particularly to point out that the more things in this wacky world change, the more they stay the same.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Who Has Time For This? Well...
So, for me right now, it's all Steelers, all the time. I try very hard to keep it all in perspective and to relax. But then, I'm reminded of the craziness of Super Bowl Week.
As I prepared some bills and organized my files for the week, I listened to NFL Network - more specifically, the 1981 San Diego Chargers' "America's Game: The Missing Rings." Not that I'm super interested in the 1981 Chargers, but it soothes me to hear football speak in the background of my life and I did hear some interesting tidbits about Kellen Winslow. (Kellon Winslow, Sr., of course, not his "soldier" son.)
All of a sudden: Breaking News! The Steelers U.S. Airways charter flight arrived at Tampa International Airport! This is big on NFL Network. I watched live as the team, coaches, staff, managers, owners, et. al. exited the plane and boarded team buses.
Mike Tomlin was the first big-wig off the plane. He looked snazzy in a brown suit - and he did not smile. Duh. Ben Roethlisberger wore a long sleeve under a polo shirt - one of my personal favorite looks, on guys and myself. He's kind of always a bit disheveled - but not as much as Eli. He had a camcorder to capture the memories. Adam Schefter pointed it out several times.
Adam also sounded relieved, as was I, that Hines Ward moved "perfectly." (Of course, he only walked about ten steps on that bum knee, but so far, so good...) Heath Miller took the metal stairs one at a time - which struck me as odd, as he is pretty agile on the field. He looked awkward coming down. I empathize. I imagined he might be wary of taking a tumble, as I always am coming down those rickety plane steps and I'm not even broadcast live on NFL Network! I understand, Heath. Just catch the ball and run fast.
Everyone arrived safe and sound and they looked all business. Adam Schefter pointed out it was 66 degrees in Tampa and only 19 degrees in Pittsburgh, which means the Steelers are in a warmer climate now. Thanks, Adam. He talked a few minutes about how nice it likely felt to be in a warm climate because some players described Pittsburgh as "dreary" the past few days. Nah, not Pittsburgh! I shook my head because I myself, two weeks ago, traveled from cold weather to warm and sunny Florida, too. The Steelers and I aren't that different after all!
This is all pretty crazy, you know. How much pressure it must be if your plane arrival is "BREAKING NEWS!" on NFL Network. Who is sitting around watching this? Get a life people!
Except, I genuinely got excited and pressed "record" on the TiVo. And I re-watched it and will show my husband when he gets home and I guarantee he will be sincerely interested. (Not like some other gems I TiVo and make him watch, like various dog shows on Animal Planet and one memorable episode of "Meerkat Manor." He only lasted roughly thirty seconds, but still...)
Yep, it's only a game and I tell myself it will be fine, no matter what. It's great just to get to the Super Bowl, what an honor - wait, what? Deion Sanders will interview Big Ben this afternoon? Hines Ward on Total Access tonight? Well, sign me up!
Yes, people, it's going to be this kind of week, you know. And I, for one, could not be happier. Keep it coming - no detail too mundane, no stat too meaningless.
Not for me. Not this week. Not ever.
As I prepared some bills and organized my files for the week, I listened to NFL Network - more specifically, the 1981 San Diego Chargers' "America's Game: The Missing Rings." Not that I'm super interested in the 1981 Chargers, but it soothes me to hear football speak in the background of my life and I did hear some interesting tidbits about Kellen Winslow. (Kellon Winslow, Sr., of course, not his "soldier" son.)
All of a sudden: Breaking News! The Steelers U.S. Airways charter flight arrived at Tampa International Airport! This is big on NFL Network. I watched live as the team, coaches, staff, managers, owners, et. al. exited the plane and boarded team buses.
Mike Tomlin was the first big-wig off the plane. He looked snazzy in a brown suit - and he did not smile. Duh. Ben Roethlisberger wore a long sleeve under a polo shirt - one of my personal favorite looks, on guys and myself. He's kind of always a bit disheveled - but not as much as Eli. He had a camcorder to capture the memories. Adam Schefter pointed it out several times.
Adam also sounded relieved, as was I, that Hines Ward moved "perfectly." (Of course, he only walked about ten steps on that bum knee, but so far, so good...) Heath Miller took the metal stairs one at a time - which struck me as odd, as he is pretty agile on the field. He looked awkward coming down. I empathize. I imagined he might be wary of taking a tumble, as I always am coming down those rickety plane steps and I'm not even broadcast live on NFL Network! I understand, Heath. Just catch the ball and run fast.
Everyone arrived safe and sound and they looked all business. Adam Schefter pointed out it was 66 degrees in Tampa and only 19 degrees in Pittsburgh, which means the Steelers are in a warmer climate now. Thanks, Adam. He talked a few minutes about how nice it likely felt to be in a warm climate because some players described Pittsburgh as "dreary" the past few days. Nah, not Pittsburgh! I shook my head because I myself, two weeks ago, traveled from cold weather to warm and sunny Florida, too. The Steelers and I aren't that different after all!
This is all pretty crazy, you know. How much pressure it must be if your plane arrival is "BREAKING NEWS!" on NFL Network. Who is sitting around watching this? Get a life people!
Except, I genuinely got excited and pressed "record" on the TiVo. And I re-watched it and will show my husband when he gets home and I guarantee he will be sincerely interested. (Not like some other gems I TiVo and make him watch, like various dog shows on Animal Planet and one memorable episode of "Meerkat Manor." He only lasted roughly thirty seconds, but still...)
Yep, it's only a game and I tell myself it will be fine, no matter what. It's great just to get to the Super Bowl, what an honor - wait, what? Deion Sanders will interview Big Ben this afternoon? Hines Ward on Total Access tonight? Well, sign me up!
Yes, people, it's going to be this kind of week, you know. And I, for one, could not be happier. Keep it coming - no detail too mundane, no stat too meaningless.
Not for me. Not this week. Not ever.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
It's A Brand New Day
Today, on a day of dreams, I relish the abundant riches of this week. The Pittsburgh Steelers are headed to Super Bowl XLIII and Barack Obama is inaugurated the forty-fourth President of the United States of America. Life is good.
Most of the best days in my life, the most proud moments, the memories of which I think most fondly are things that happened around me, not directly to me. I don't complain about this, as I feel quite fortunate to have the happiness I do. Like millions of others today, I feel connected to this glimpse in history and I recognize the importance and grandeur around me.
And in my own little world, I am ready to turn over a new leaf. Because on this day of change, when America looks toward hope, I, too, will set my sights on something new. I don't know yet how I might accomplish this, and I'm not entirely sure what direction my path might take. But I am inspired by this breathless idea that one can turn into the light and come out stronger, braver, better able to focus.
These next two weeks, I will immerse myself in sports shows and Steelers highlights in preparation for the "Bowl that is Super." In the future, I will immerse myself in the hopes of an entire world, and I will be better.
Yes I will.
Most of the best days in my life, the most proud moments, the memories of which I think most fondly are things that happened around me, not directly to me. I don't complain about this, as I feel quite fortunate to have the happiness I do. Like millions of others today, I feel connected to this glimpse in history and I recognize the importance and grandeur around me.
And in my own little world, I am ready to turn over a new leaf. Because on this day of change, when America looks toward hope, I, too, will set my sights on something new. I don't know yet how I might accomplish this, and I'm not entirely sure what direction my path might take. But I am inspired by this breathless idea that one can turn into the light and come out stronger, braver, better able to focus.
These next two weeks, I will immerse myself in sports shows and Steelers highlights in preparation for the "Bowl that is Super." In the future, I will immerse myself in the hopes of an entire world, and I will be better.
Yes I will.
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- Stephanie Stark Poling
- Steph's days are complete with little Franco/Mr. Buddy Pants, Pittsburgh Steelers football, Penguins hockey, all things WVU, cold beverages, new handbags, shoe-shopping, pups, and lots and lots of movies. And, of course, her glorious, nutty family.