Sunday, April 18, 2021
After hearing me complain about all the depressing movies that came out last year, a friend who knows I love musicals recommended this Netflix movie musical (adapted from the stage version) THE PROM. He warned it isn't the greatest—and it isn't—but that it was a kick, and it was.
Despite it's familiar tropes and targets and platitudes (almost an unconscious parody of a parody) it's also, at least for me, a ton of fun and surprisingly moving, as the best (and better) musicals always are. I was close to sobbing at the predictably happy ending, both for that and for all the wounds of my own and loved ones and all who suffered (and suffer) through experiences of homophobia and intolerance of any kind.
And a big part of the fun is watching the cast of older stars work out. Streep kills it as a Broadway diva and James Corden keeps up with her and Nicole Kidman, who is a revelation convincingly, for me, playing a chorine who never broke out of the chorus line. Everyone in the cast is good and fun to watch, but I was particularly happy to see Mary Kay Place, one of our greatest underused actresses, even in a small role.
This flick was just the relief I was looking for.
Thursday, April 15, 2021
For poetry month: dear friends, poets Terence Winch and Doug Lang (in the Celtic Thunder tee shirt, the original Irish traditional band Terry was in and wrote much of the music for, not the later corporate-like performance of commercial Irishness as seen on PBS) and me (in one of the other two's shades in the older pic), in the 1970s and 2018:
Wednesday, April 14, 2021
JUDAS AND THE BLACK MESSIAH sticks close to the truth, as opposed to THE CHICAGO 7 with its many distortions of the reality it professes to portray. Both stories are so inherently dramatic they need few, if any, fictional changes, especially the melodrama Sorkin's fictional additions brought to the latter (having the consistently pacifist Dellinger act violently in court, which never happened, or ignoring the real women who were integral to the Chicago 7 story while showcasing a nonexistent relationship of Jerry Rubin with a fictional character, etc.).
If I have a caveat with JUDAS AND THE BLACK MESSIAH, it's casting Daniel Kaluuya as Fred Hampton, I met Fred Hampton and saw him speak to crowds, and the two dominant aspects of his physical presence were his size (he seemed bigger than he probably actually was) offset by his deep dimples (mentioned in the poem read to him by Dominique Fishback's character). Thus he seemed powerful and childlike at the same time, a very compelling mixture missing, for me, in Kalluya's performance.
I suppose another caveat is that Kaluuya is older (Hampton was 20) and a British actor, which doesn't disqualify him (LaKeith Stanfield is a lot older than the character he plays, who was a teenager in reality, which if performed by a teen would have made the FBI agent an even more appalling manipulator), but left me a little disappointed because as good as the movie is—especially the performances by Kaluuya, Stanfied, and Fishback—I think that it could have been better.
Monday, April 12, 2021
THE FATHER is yet another of 2020's downer flicks. I came to it, like many, to watch two of our greatest film actors square off, remembering Hopkins and Emma Thompson in REMAINS OF THE DAY. But, for me, it fell short of that high bar. Olivia Colman was terrific, as always, but her part was very limited the way it was written. And Anthony Hopkins was mostly brilliant as always, but by the end I felt he was pushing it. Not the character but the actor. Just my take. Maybe it was simple exhaustion of my capacity for any more tragic-outcome movies. Feel free to criticize me for it.
Saturday, April 10, 2021
Me, the youngest, and my living siblings during World War Two (a brother, John, between the others and me, died as an infant before I was born). The oldest was Tommy (in uniform in the later photo, after the war he became Father Campion, Franciscan friar and missionary to Japan), second oldest Buddy, given name James, (who would shortly join the Navy and end up on Okinawa in the last days of the war and later become a high school music teacher and eventually a h.s. principal), then Robert (first name William never used, who became a Teamster and then a cop and eventually a postmaster), Joan (an executive secretary who married a cop), and Irene (briefly a nun then a medical secretary who married a high school shop teacher), and me (future musician, actor, writer, and always a poet).
Friday, April 9, 2021
Laura Boss was one of the first poets I reconnected with when I moved back to Jersey 22 years ago. She was a small press/little magazine poet, like me, and we'd known of each other for many years. Back in the day she was at times known for being the partner and muse of poets Michel Benedikt and Gregory Corso (no secret, she wrote poems detailing these connections) in the overtly sexist way those things were viewed back in the 20th Century.
But many of us knew her as a poet and editor and lovely human being. I saw her often as she and poet Maria Mazziotti Gillian ran a monthly reading series at the Montclair NJ library that I was delighted to attend and sometimes take part in. She also was the founder and editor of the poetry magazine LIPS and a champion of poets known and unknown.
May she Rest In Poetry.
[Here's a poem of hers that seems fitting:]