Wednesday, August 11, 2010

King Kong



So last week I was recapping an old conversation I had, to my friend ChickLit about Denzel Washington and his depth of characters. In the original conversation, burgeoning director Matt McGlennon stated that Denzel was incapable of playing a character of low stature. At the time, maybe a few years ago I couldn't quite agree with him. When recapping the convo with ChickLit, I realized I had come full circle on the idea, and now agreed with him. Everyone he plays is a strong willed, emotionally strong, fist pounding, top of his lungs yelling, bad ass. Even when he plays struggling characters, or bad guys, even “quiet” characters seem to have at least one moment where he stares someone in the face and says something along the lines of “King Kong ain’t got shit on me!” I think he said it to an HMO in John Q.




[Even Denzel playing a retard would be the most strong willed retard ever. “I will not ride on the SHORT BUS!!”]



So I was not quite surprised to find him monopolizing my dreams last night. He had something to prove. It started with me hosting something of a Inside the Actors Studio episode. I asked him about his craft, his biggest iconic rolls. He told me about how he was starting to venture into improvised theater. This is probably the highlight of my dream, cut to a clip of him and Wayne Brady yelling. Denzel yelling in the scene and Brady yelling at him for yelling. It was classic. But then things got serious. We went to his home and met his wife. She walked us to the nursery where his very sick daughter was. It escapes me what was wrong with her health, but as Denzel started to cry at a level 8 or 9, I knew that if I didn’t wake up soon, I was destined to sit through John Q 2. Even my subconscious knows he cannot play a humble, chilled out character. Where is his Brad Pitt like disappearance into a small supporting role. Why not do a comedy. Don’t get me wrong, when Denzel is on, he is on. But I’m not a 45 year old black woman. Your smile and cackle works on Oprah, but not me. Just surprise me Denzel. I’m hoping King Kong still has nothing on you.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Fringe Festival




So I'm new to performance, at least on this scale. I did the Stevie Ray's thing, but everyone that came to those shows I pay rent to or used to claim me as a dependent on their tax returns. Not a lot of unbiased praise. I have no doubt that these people, friends and family, truly enjoyed what they saw, but you take their pride with a grain of salt.


Well snap to Sunday at the Fringe festival. I'm walking out of the show Flops, a musical revue of songs from failed Broadway plays. Good Stuff. One song had a verse about a sperm defeating a diaphragm, I kid you not. As I was enjoying the rice crispy treat the cast handed out, a kid, maybe 11-15 years old (I have no age-dar, so yeah, that's a wide range of ages) stares at me and says “Whooooaaaaaaaa.” So, confused, I stare back.
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“You were the chef from last night!”
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Finally it clicks( he went to see my show The Quest (www.fringefestival.org/2010/show/?id=1345), where I in fact played something of a romance languages dancing pizza chef. I say romance language(s) because quite frankly, my accent could have been French, Italian, or possibly Irish dependent on the sentence.

“Oh, yeah, ah, thanks...” As I shuffle away like a four year old who drags his feet. My mood lies in some purgatory between cool, ecstatic, embarrassed, and awkward. First legit Fringe experience. Unless you count the overwhelming waif of b.o. at an other was very cool (and soon to be extinct) Bedlam Theater aka Fringe Headquarters.

Also see Speech if you can, totally worth it for Tim Hellendrung’s closing speech about rolling rocks alone.

Gone Fringin’

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

An Open Letter to Rainbow Foods Customers,

Hi, my name is Eric. I'm here to buy a loaf of bread, some yogurt and a bag of apples. I see you have a cart. That is nice. Doing all of the shopping for the week? Kids no doubt need your sugar cereals and frozen pizzas. Gushers, nom nom nom. Chips galore, cookies, pop, Axe body spray, tatter tots, Brawny towels, etc. With those last few choices, its starting to look like a weird orgy/ pot luck. The excitement of possible fornication and carb loading seems to left you with an inability to scan all of your items properly. Nope missed the laser again, try once more. There you go, only 50 more things to scan. Glad you chose to go to the self service line. Is it because you thought it would be faster then someone who works there doing it? Cause all the people in those lines will be gone by the time you start trying to put coupons in the machine. Is it to build up your independence? Did Coach McKowski tell you you would never amount to anything in gym class? You'll show him. "I scanned all my own groceries! Fuck you McKowski!" Thats no way to make up for a lackluster breast stroke. Why are you wasting everyone's time. The Self service is for like 15 items or less. Maybe 20. Exceptions are made for competence. You seem to lack this. You can't pit it back in your cart after scanning... Come on. Now the weight scale is off. Yep look around like a deer who wandered out of the woods into the express lane, deers don't like Funyons. You are holding everything up, you should be Bambi-ed*. Finally you're done. Watch It takes me 90 seconds to scan and pay. That's what this aisle is for. Now I can leave. Sigh... Oh how lovely. Guess whose overweight partner has been parked in the middle of the parking aisle that whole time. Invest in Simon Delivers, and save yourself the perpetual sweating and putting on your best sweats.

Love,
Eric

*Bambi's mom was the one that got shot. If Bambi had been shot, it would have resembled a deer version of In The Bedroom. Marisa Tomei would make a hot Doe.
Thumper... an inside job?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

LOST and Found





So here are my 2 or 3 cents on LOST. For those of you lucky enough to have seen the Show through carry on, those that are currently watching or may watch in the future, there will probably be some spoilage in the following paragraphs.

So off the bat, the finale in my opinion was great. It went out on a high note and doing everything that LOST does well. Drama, action, comedy, love, death, science fiction, good, evil, black, white, gray, faith, chance, the grounded and the ridiculous. It answered questions and yes it through out some new ones. Frustrating? Maybe a little, but its the sort of thing the show does and it will allow it to be debated for the next months and through the power of dvd and syndication, forever. The show is easily one of the best series ever produced simply because it has found a way to balance all of the things above, do so in a serialized structure, and do it consistently for 6 years (well at least 4 and a half years, I'm looking at you parts of season 2 and 3).

Through my readings on the internet and twitter, People either seem to be on board with the finale or dead set against it. Some even go as far as to say it was a waste of 6 years. Wrong. If one episode made it a waste of 6 years than you need to reevaluate your rating system. That's like eating a basket of fries and crying because there was no ketchup left for the last one. You weren't complaining about all those other fries, and if that last fry had been made correctly to your specifications, some of the other fries would have been over done. Or digested too quickly. Too salt. Ugh, the extra brown one. You get the idea.

What so many people over look is that the show has always been about the characters. The first and last shots are of Jack's point of view. Yes they crashed on this island. Yes Charlie is all "Where are we?". Yes there is a pillar of smoke and polar bears, four toes statues, barracks, hatches, electromagnetism and time traveling bunnies. But none of that means shit unless it affects the character growth of these people who are shown with some much depth, care, and defects. LOST is how these people feel, the island is just a place that is testing those feelings. Half of the story of LOST has taken place off the island, so why is so much dependent on that being completely fleshed out.

As soon as surly, suicidal Jack uttered to Kate "We have to go BACK!!" it was obvious that getting off the island isn't the point of the show, other than a metaphor. Live together, die alone. Those words have been uttered countless times throughout the series, and most of these people were simply islands when they arrived. Divorced, widowed, without lost lovers, literally and figuratively with out fathers, adopted, pregnant with a dead beat boyfriend, liver-less, through and through broken. The island tested these peoples survival, and they each ad to grow. Once these people grew, they were given peace. Some saw it on the island, like everyone's favorite ice cream swirl Rose and Bernard. Most got to see it through the afterlife, or at least found that they could look back upon their time served on earth and try to make amends for what they have done.

I felt that there was no more beautiful a scene as the final time Locke and Ben spoke. Ben, who truly was one of the good guys, didn't feel he was ready to move on after the things he has done. Locke now knows what Ben what fighting for and fighting against, forgives him. Its a step in the right direction, as is his time served as the Richard to Hugo's Jacob. But he has to be completely at peace before he can move on. Michael and Eko were not there in the church in the finale. Though it is known that Eko (I'm too lazy to look up his real name, and its 38 letters and two hyphens) wanted more money, he may not have been at peace on the island. Michael was not, that's why he is stuck there. But a small part of me realizes that's ok because it meant that Walt got to live a normal life in New York, probably followed by pro ball cause the kid was like 6'8" by the season 3 finale. Was he special? Yep, do I wish we got more of him? Yep. But in this world they created there are probably countless Hugo's, Walt's, Miles', and Locke's. Don't forget the Desmond's, Brotha. His uncorking of he electo-pool was a favorite scene of mine as was the following scene of jack being baptized in the yellow stream after re-corking it. To have John Locke live on through Jack allows the show to come full circle and gives Locke the respect that he was due after so much heart ache. I'm not exactly the religious type, but the death of Jeremy Bentham was the sign that Jack needed to go back. The others ended up coming along, but it meant nothing until their tried and true leader stepped up. Jack haters can hate, but he has always had the best interest of the group in mind, even when it didn't work. Locke did to, even wen they opposed. It really was faith and science merging that saved everyone. Some escaped the island, to take care of their baby, spend all their diamond money, or in the case of Richard and Frank, unbutton their shirts and sip Mai Tai's. Others perished. Hurley and Ben marched the island on. The cycle I'm sure continued, they come, the steal, the murder, etc. While it may have always ended the same on the island, in death none of these people had to die alone. Now they just have to wait for the next airdrop of Dharma ranch.



All of LOST's allure can summed up in the moments where Jack is convincing Hurley to be the next Jacob. Tense, emotional, faith, growth, and humor. Hurley was scared to take the job, but he did, because Jack believe he could. That scene worked not because Hurley talked to dead people but because we know he lacked confidence. We now that because of all the time we spent watching him struggle with weight, sanity, luck, and love. Was there some crazy sci-fi going on there? Sure there was, but who cares. All I saw was two friends sacrificing something for each other and the everyone else they cared about. It was a beautiful scene, a beautiful finale, and a fabulous send off. Now what am I going to watch?