Monday, May 5, 2014

Movie Review - "Locke" (no spoilers)

Guys like cars. We like movies with cars.  Really fast cars - chasing, being chased, launching into the air, crashing, driving on, crashing again. I think what we especially like is the idea of one man behind the wheel - escaping a menace ("Duel"), seeking justice ("The Seven-Ups"), rocketing toward an inevitable nowhere ("Vanishing Point"), being a hero to a family ("Drive"). Doing, as the old cliche goes, what a man's gotta do.

Hitchcock used cars a lot in his movies to wind up the story tension. The main character in Psycho steals money from a bank and drives through the desert on the way to the Bates motel.  By the time she gets out of the car, the story has barely begun but we are already nervous for her and can imagine it will turn out badly.

"Locke" is the story of a British engineer who specializes in concrete - driving his car for eighty minutes. In the beginning, very briefly, we see his current project - a skyscraper construction site, and from then on it's all a single character in his BMW. His name is Ivan Locke, played by Tom Hardy. He speaks on his hands-free cell to family, colleagues and one other very important person for the entirety of the film. He speaks to his dead father as an empty seat in the rear-view. He speaks to the movie audience through expressions, gestures, gulps of cough medicine. No radio. No flashbacks. No crashes, no chases, nothing that makes you hold your breath except for cell conversations that range from frantic to comical. Then Locke's reaction to one desperate and emotional voicemail which I think is as good as you'll ever see in a movie performance.

Ivan Locke has made a decision. He must do one thing in the next few hours - be in one certain place and this will put at risk everything he has achieved in life. But it must happen. It must happen  - to borrow a small riff from Hardy's chilling way of phrasing throughout the film. Millions of pounds currency and billions of future life events hinge on what happens with Locke's obligations to his employer. But he has made a human choice. And with an engineer's mind, he'll manage the rest.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Phoenix Airport Food and My Letter in the Wall Street Journal

Over the  years, I've probably sent in a dozen or so letters to the editors of a few newspapers. On Friday, one was published by the Wall Street Journal  in both the print and on-line edition.

I commented on a recent editorial titled "Why Subway Doesn't Serve a $14 Sandwich." I agreed with what the author - Michael Saltsman- was saying and provided a real world example of decent, cheap, fast airport food being replaced by more expensive sit-down restaurants under the justification that "local owned and operated" is better.

In some ways, local owned can be better. A tourist passing through our airport might remember a meal he had at "Sauce" or the "Barrio Cafe" in Phoenix's SkyHarbor Airport, and repeat that experience at the same restaurant that can be found around town. This can be a plus for the local economy.

Problem is, a hamburger that used to cost $6 in PHX Terminal 4 is now $14. Does this lead to higher wages or better health care insurance for employees? Maybe. What if it does not? What if the Airport Authority Deciders of What We Eat in PHX SkyHarbor have less than the best intentions about where that extra $8 goes? What if a family chooses against the prices of "locally owned and operated," is in a hurry and simply goes with the airplane snacks? Then it's a fail for just about everyone.


Here's the original editorial by Mr. Saltsman:




Here's my letter in the April 25th edition:


  • Politicians picking local Reubens over $5 footlongs? Come on out to the Phoenix airport, Terminal 4, Concourse D. There used to be a nice food court there. You could get a reasonably priced Wendy's meal or fast Asian fare on the way to your flight. All gone now, replaced by two sit-down restaurants owned and operated by businesses in the Phoenix area. A family of four can now get burgers to go for about $60, not including drinks. I wonder how many parents skip these pricey slow-food restaurants and settle for bags of free peanuts on their flight. I know, hungry children don't contribute or vote.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Saturday Night Stake-Out

Just a few years ago, if you lost something small and valuable like an electronic device or a watch, it was gone forever. Now, with GPS, a lot of things are trackable and stand a chance at being recovered - like a 16 year old's iPhone.

My daughter set her phone down in the shoe department of a local store last night. Absent minded (like we've all been at times) she walked away without it and left the store.

These days, it doesn't take long for a young woman to realize that her phone is missing. Within 15 minutes she was back in the store asking if a pink iPhone 5c had been turned in. The answer was no.

"Find iPhone" is now our favorite free application ever. Once my daughter was back at home, we downloaded it to my iPad. By simply putting in her Apple ID, a map showed exactly where the phone was located. Fortunately the phone was left powered on by whoever had it. This is required for the app to work. We watched the image of a smartphone moving along a map from a local grocery store to a neighborhood in Tempe about 5 miles away.




I suppose filing a police report and waiting at home for them to take care of things would have been the best choice. Maybe  I did not want to see that phone move somewhere else or disappear from the screen. Maybe I really really don't like someone taking something of mine and getting away with it. Maybe I just needed a little improvised stake-out to liven up my weekend night.

We hopped in her car and headed toward Tempe.

For about 90 minutes we waited outside the house displayed on the iPad map. Meantime, I was able to report the phone stolen and request the police. It was a Saturday night and I knew real emergency calls would get priority. But eventually two young, polite Tempe police officers showed up. I showed them my iPad screen and the latest update of where the phone was.

The very happy ending to all this is that we got the phone back. It was in the house displayed on the iPad. The police had a long conversation in front of the house with the occupants and finally a pink phone turned up in the hands of two 13 year old girls inside. The girls had found it in the store where my daughter lost it. Not turning it in to a manager was their mistake. So was leaving it powered on.

I didn't ask for too much further information after the police gave their simple explanation for how they got it out of the house. "Just good police work" was the answer, with a smile. We had the option to press charges, but chose not too.

It's really hard to find better free entertainment for a Saturday night than getting back something valuable you thought was lost. The improvised stake-out was a bonus. And I think my daughter sort of enjoyed having a couple of young policemen save her day.



Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Inside Llewyn Davis

The second or third record player I ever owned was pretty fancy. It had a continous play feature. By selecting a switch, no matter where you set the needle down, music would play non-stop.  After the last song on one side was over, the needle arm would automatically raise and return to the first track on the vinyl. Sure seemed cool for a 13 year old's stereo system in the mid-70's.

The movie "Inside Llewyn Davis" is presented by the Coen Brothers in a style that reminded me of a record on that turntable. The end is the beginning and vice versa. You can "drop the needle" anywhere in the middle and start enjoying. Like most record albums, there doesn't seem to be much conclusion. Just tracks / stories that either affect you or don't. If you've seen enough Coen Brothers' films, no conclusion is no real surprise, but there is a lot for the eyes and ears along the way to make viewing it worthwhile.

In the film, the Coens present a contrast of a man who makes astoundingly beautiful music and yet is really one of the biggest jerks you could imagine. "Everything you touch turns to shit," a female friend whom he has thoughtlessly impregnated hisses at him "You're like King Midas' idiot brother."

Not so much an idiot, really, but more of just a handsome, mellow, selfish folk singer who is obsessed with achieving his own vague ideal for success in music: becoming famous but not too commercial and never "selling out." Even worse, failing and then simply "existing" as he sees his sister - a New York City housewife, then rotting away like his once famous merchant-marine father in an old-sailor's home.

With "Inside Llewyn Davis," life is about choices we make, doors that don't close quickly enough, off-ramps taken or not, incredible journeys that aren't really or don't seem like it until looking back when they are over, and the fallacy of "legitimacy" in music. Does a musician really have to live the blues if he wants to sing them, too? After all, if you write or perform a folk song lamenting your death hanging by a noose, doesn't the fact that you're not dead make you a phony? Could it be simply enough to just imagine it? Or sing your own version of an old song? For the people living around Greenwich Village in the late 50's / early 60's this was important and forms a nice background for this, sort of, anti-musical.

One other movie this reminded me of was "Almost Famous." In that really good film, a young reporter (so young he has to lie about his age) follows around a rock band in the 1970's to do a story about them for Rolling Stone magazine. Some of the same ideals about art and music are explored. Is it ok to tell a big lie to get to the "real truth?" Can image be more important than reality? Why are artists sometimes obsessed with "real people" when there probably just isn't such a thing. What is it that we really love about music?

The highlights of Inside Llewyn Davis are cinematography, dialogue and great melodies. Hearing them performed well is good enough for most of us. Getting "inside" the musician is a bonus. But one that really never leads to a brighter truth. Just more stories of life - and another track on the album.



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This is the press release given to critics before the film debuted at the Cannes film festival. It is very enlightening as to the subject matter because it was written by the co-author of the book on which the film is based. This release could be read before of after seeing the movie, and really provides great background. 
http://www.festival-cannes.fr/assets/Image/Direct/049141.pdf

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

The Movie 'Gravity' Reviewed, with a 5g Spoiler Alert

HEAVY SPOILER ALERT

George Clooney as Danny Ocean Buzz Lightyear? Sandra Bullock as Ripley without a bad-ass alien-killing gun but still in some nice booty-shorts? Round and round and round and round, tumbling spinning where is my barf bag weightless shots I remember from '2001 A Space Odyssey?' A conclusion where just about everyone and everything is lost (including Facebook) except for Sandra and her shorts?

At least in 'Apollo 13' the music was dramatic and the wives fought back tears as their boys plummeted back from space. But those were 1 g tears in Ron Howard's excellent film and I guess I'm supposed to be more than impressed by the effect of Sandra's weightless blubbering. An Academy Award nomination for her? Seriously? Is this still the 'we feel sorry for you over your choice of tattoo-boy Jesse James' effect?

What is all the fuss and hype about 'Gravity?' Great special effects. Really, amazing. But so is my iPad. There is simply nothing else there. I mean, you know she won't run out of oxygen thirty minutes into it, right? And - after months of training, then being launched into space together, how does Clooney's character wait until the space walk to ask his pretty space companion if she is married? I've heard of single guys playing it cool and detached, but that's gotta be a record.

Actually, now that I think about it, no one I know recommended this movie to me. I got suckered in by the commercials and so-called critical acclaim.

Want to see a good movie? American Hustle. Definitely.

Check out this youtube video for the best summary I've seen of 'Gravity' and yes, it too deserves extra SPOILER ALERTing:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzzLngXfCcI

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Dumb Starbucks

Starting a business. Putting people to work. Giving them an opportunity to be better. There is so much of that going on these days. Right next door to where I am sitting, a small taproom is nearly ready for a grand opening. The background noise of tile being cut mixes with the sounds of another existing restaurant beginning the day. Wait staff tell jokes among themselves, setting up tables and greeting customers.

Scenes and stories like this are too boring and too many for the internet news. I get that. But do we really have to read about this silly concocted event of the moment from a few days ago: Dumb Starbucks?

It seems a local comedian in Los Angeles thought that people paying $4 for a fancy coffee drink was dumb. So he opened up a store (although it turned out later not to really be one) giving away free coffee. All this under the familiar green logo and the banner Dumb Starbucks.

Because some people stood in line for a long time and waited for their free "dumb coffee" the news vans rolled and set up for another internet news story. I suppose this might have gone on just as easily in the past when we only had the 5 and 11 o'clock TV news.

Probably a topic for another blog, but those people in line at Dumb Starbucks looked a lot like the customers waiting to buy pot in Colorado.

Anyway, the comedian got his few minutes of national fame. The real Starbucks threatened legal action for trademark infringement, and the news vans rolled away to the next story - like  seven year olds on a soccer field enthusiastically chasing a ball. Dumb Starbucks is gone.

Yes there is dumb in all this. We are all getting very good at pointing it out. With about seven billion people to share the planet with, I'm sure that just about anything I do can be considered dumb by someone.

Write a weblog? Have an oatmeal breakfast? Walk my dog at three in the afternoon? Definitely someone is out there that doesn't like any of that.

What's different now from any other time is that the internet provides a lot more leverage to express that opinion, however dumb it may be.

I'll continue giving business to my local Starbucks, even though lately I have seen a few changes. They have remodeled. Taken away the comfy chairs and put in only one bathroom. Now that is dumb.  But in the end, smart people with $4 for a fancy drink will decide.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

American Idle


The new image of American Labor?

These protest signs - I guess you call them - appear around the Phoenix area on occasion. Some sort of dispute between management and labor exists, I suppose. The "Sam Fox" on this sign is a successful restaurant entrepreneur ( Fox Restaurants Concepts) who hires good people and contributes to the local economy.

I've been to several of his eateries around Scottsdale.  They are all very good, with excellent wait staff and competitive pricing. Some have gone out of business, but I saw a new one open up the other day.

The young woman with green hair in this photo does not work for Fox Restaurants, to my knowledge. She is either employed by or volunteers for a group that organizes Shame On protests outside of local businesses.

I haven't seen a picket line in years and as far as I can tell, this is some sort of community organizing that has replaced it.