tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119547042024-02-20T18:48:27.229-08:00On the Other FootI've got the will, Lord, if You've got the toe!
<p></p>Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.comBlogger1713125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-39901650107751719192019-12-09T21:24:00.000-08:002019-12-09T21:24:08.549-08:00Mirror, mirror on the wall...... Who’s the kludgiest of them all?<br />
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I went into “<a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt9274824/">A Snow White Christmas</a>” with a little hope. As <a href="https://ontheotherfoot.blogspot.com/2016/12/speaking-of-christmas-heres-turkey.html">I’ve said before</a>, I like a little magic in my cheese. A fairy tale woven into a Christmas romance seemed like a nice way to achieve that. Would it be an allegorical retelling like the TV series “<a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1843230/reference">Once Upon a Time?</a>” Or something delightful and bright like the shamefully underappreciated ‘80s sitcom “<a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092332/reference">The Charmings</a>?”<br />
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Uh-uh. This had all the subtlety and deftness of the <a href="https://snowbrains.com/cheese-rolling-race-tradition/">Gloucester Cheese Roll.</a> (Do check out the video at the link; it’s like a metastasized Monty Python pratfall.)<br />
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We open on a montage of a domestic-yet-festive-looking young woman (<a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm8948296/?ref_=tt_cl_t1">Michelle Randolph</a> playing Blanca Snow, because of course) making up various Christmas confections. Enter a sweet old lady (<a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0915952/?ref_=tt_cl_t8">Rose Weaver)</a> and a blandly handsome young man (<a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm3615212/?ref_=tt_cl_t3">Liam McNeill</a>). Immediately we’re informed that (a) Blanca’s father is dead, (b) he owned the candy shop in which she’s working, (c) the old lady (whose name is Mrs. Woods) is her godmother and a former employee of her father, (d) the young man is working for the lady and (e) his grandmother went to school with Mrs. Woods. His name, shockingly, is Hunter. All this in less than two minutes. Oh, and did I mention that Blanca’s specialty is candy apples? Yeah, all the subtlety of a falling boulder.<br />
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Enter the Wicked Stepmother (for of course we must have one). Victoria Snow is what you would get if you took a villainess from one of those 1980s prime-time soaps and pushed her under a steamroller. Her every syllable drips pampered evil.<br />
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Even worse is her toady <a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm5695518/?ref_=tt_cl_t4">Zane</a> (at last, a name that isn’t a fairy tale reference). That’s about the only thing about him that isn’t fairy-like, though. He prances and minces and swishes so unctuously that I expected to see a lavender-tinted trail of slime behind him. He seems to take on a warped version of the role of Magic Mirror, flattering and abetting Victoria something nauseating.<br />
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Apparently, Blanca’s 25th birthday is Christmas and at that time she and Victoria split her father’s inheritance between them. Victoria is meant for better things than being a mere confectioner, of course, and schemes to steal Blanca’s half so she can sell the works and (presumably) spend her days sunning her scales on rocks and eating passing flies. To this end she has Zane fake up legal documents (“Notary school is so boring!” he languidly laments) showing that Blanca has signed her half away. Oh, and there’s another handsome young man ham-fistedly named Lucas Prince (<a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm3911573/?ref_=tt_cl_t5">Colt Prattes</a>, which isn't much better) whose role is a little vague. He takes Blanca on one date and decides that the two of them are in love because “we look good together.” At one point he tells her “You’re the only woman I ever felt was up to my standards.” Way to melt a girl’s heart.<br />
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To get Blanca away, she has a hypnotist cast a spell (because isn’t that what a professional would call it?) to take away most of Blanca’s memory. Zane screws it up by somehow creating a loophole that true love will restore her memory. With it so far?<br />
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Blanca wakes up in a strange motel in a strange city and cringiness ensues. A musical group called the Holly Jollys is involved, with members named Doc and Hap. (Alas, they’re of normal height.)<br />
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To be honest, the acting is more or less competent in this one. That they can pull off a script like this one is a testament to their skill. Randolph in particular manages to project an unmitigated innocence that never, ever wavers, even at the end when the dialogue descends beyond cliche into the realm of something a spambot might have written. She is genuinely amazed that Victoria would tell her a fib. Also, whatever his earlier misdeeds, Hunter is adequately punished by having to wear that Christmas sweater. Check it out and wince.<br />
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Quotes:<br />
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Victoria: Opportunities are like sunsets. If you wait too long you miss them.<br />
Zane: Oh, my God. that is beautiful.<br />
Victoria; Right off the top of my head.</blockquote>
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Lucas (on seeing Blanca for the first time): What to my wondering eyes should appear? I don’t normally say things like this, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.</blockquote>
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Take a tumble down Cooper’s Hill with “A Snow White Christmas.”<br />
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<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OCy5MN8_DyQ" width="560"></iframe>Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-27520345594134902762019-12-03T22:09:00.001-08:002019-12-03T22:09:56.161-08:00Pre-cheese lamentI guess I just have to come to terms with the fact that my blog has been reduced to little more than a Christmas movie review site. I always swear I'm going to blog and get off Facebook, but the Big Blue Timesuck Monkey has attached itself pretty well to my back and my blog has suffered.<br />
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It's kind of sad to see how many old friends left off blogging years ago. A few actually shut down, but more of them just drifted away and met up on Facebook later. The big bloggers are still going, of course: the political pundits, the business bloggers, those sort. But the personal, one-writer blogs that let every Tom, Dick, and Joel sound his barbaric yawp are becoming a thing of the past. I wonder if the mid- to late 2000s will one day be regarded as the Golden Age of the Blog. Or will the Blogosphere just be a half-remembered interim step on the road to total social connectivity? <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdD2lpJDiek">Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot...</a><br />
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Either way, I'm not giving up completely, not as long as the TV gods keep sending us cheesy fodder for Christmas. I'm suffering through a stinkeroo now and hope to post it with a review in a day or two.Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-8793077936166565722019-06-06T06:30:00.000-07:002019-06-06T15:20:21.046-07:0075 years ago today, 156,000 men saved the worldI used to make a post like this every year. I wasn't sure I still could today.<br />
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<a href="https://www.freep.com/story/news/local/michigan/2019/06/06/d-day-mort-harris-michigan/1347778001/">This day is called the feast of Crispian:</a><br />
<a href="https://www.npr.org/2019/06/05/730013091/d-day-veteran-remembers-deadly-battle">He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,</a><br />
<a href="https://www.ohio.com/news/20190605/d-day-veteran-96-returns-to-normandy-to-honor-fellow-soldiers-sacrifices">Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,</a><br />
<a href="https://www.cbsnews.com/news/d-day-anniversary-veteran-returns-to-omaha-beach-for-the-first-time-since-world-war-ii/">And rouse him at the name of Crispian.</a><br />
<a href="https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-48185757">He that shall live this day, and see old age,</a><br />
<a href="https://www.theguardian.com/world/2019/jun/06/i-would-do-it-again-says-d-day-omaha-beach-suicide-wave-veteran">Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,</a><br />
<a href="https://minnesota.cbslocal.com/2019/06/06/d-day-veteran-jake-larson-minnesota-native-normandy/">And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'</a><br />
<a href="https://www.bbc.com/news/av/uk-48543293/d-day-veteran-harry-billinge-i-m-no-hero-i-was-lucky">Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.</a><br />
<a href="https://dfw.cbslocal.com/2019/06/05/fort-worth-d-day-veteran-recalls-carnage-witnessed-beach-littered-dead-people/">And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'</a><br />
<a href="https://www.postcrescent.com/story/news/2019/06/06/d-day-veteran-bill-faubel-recalls-his-experience-75-years-later/1221060001/">Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,</a><br />
<a href="https://www.azcentral.com/story/news/local/phoenix/2019/06/06/d-day-veteran-henry-dubay-receives-warm-welcome-sky-harbor-airport/1360240001/">But he'll remember with advantages</a><br />
<a href="https://news.yahoo.com/d-day-vet-who-was-nearly-killed-by-hammerwielding-thug-travels-to-normandy-for-75th-anniversary-135304965.html">What feats he did that day: then shall our names.</a><br />
<a href="https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-48526188">Familiar in his mouth as household words</a><br />
<a href="https://www.insideedition.com/media/videos/d-day-veteran-says-scenes-saving-private-ryan-are-accurate-53478">Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,</a><br />
<a href="https://www.jsonline.com/story/news/2019/06/06/75th-anniversary-invasion-d-day-vets-recall-chaos-fear-bodies/1289663001/">Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,</a><br />
<a href="https://www.stargazette.com/story/sports/2019/06/06/d-day-veteran-elmira-native-throws-first-pitch-san-diego-padres-game/1332599001/">Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.</a><br />
<a href="https://www.wmur.com/article/wwii-veteran-from-conway-recounts-d-day-experiences-ahead-of-75th-anniversary/27772376">This story shall the good man teach his son;</a><br />
<a href="https://ottawacitizen.com/news/local-news/ottawa-d-day-veteran-100-a-witness-to-history">And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,</a><br />
<a href="https://www.unionleader.com/news/veterans/years-later-d-day-memories-still-vivid-for-bedford-veteran/article_96544780-096c-51d6-8fd9-a27e72086e4b.html">From this day to the ending of the world,</a><br />
<a href="https://www.wbrz.com/news/local-d-day-veteran-to-be-honored-at-75th-celebration/">But we in it shall be remember'd;</a><br />
<a href="https://wgme.com/news/nation-world/d-day-veteran-from-maine-returns-to-normandy-for-75th-anniversary">We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;</a><br />
<a href="https://www.heraldtribune.com/news/20190605/sarasota-d-day-veteran-to-be-honored-by-french-government">For he to-day that sheds his blood with me</a><br />
<a href="https://www.cbsnews.com/news/d-day-anniversary-wwii-veteran-brings-wife-to-normandy-to-share-memories-of-the-battle/">Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,</a><br />
<a href="https://www.foxnews.com/us/d-day-veteran-recounts-normandy-invasion">This day shall gentle his condition:</a><br />
<a href="https://www.al.com/news/2019/06/two-alabama-vets-share-their-d-day-experiences-ahead-of-75th.html">And gentlemen in England now a-bed</a><br />
<a href="https://losangeles.cbslocal.com/2019/06/05/75th-anniversary-of-d-day-brings-memories-back-for-local-veteran/">Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,</a><br />
<a href="https://www.kiro7.com/news/local/local-ww-ii-veteran-now-100-shares-memories-of-d-day/955848541">And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks</a><br />
<a href="https://www.thewestsidejournal.com/news/local-veteran-remembers-d-day/article_177b8e8e-888c-11e9-9897-e32ab31332f2.html">That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.</a><br />
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We can never repay them: the few still living, the ones now passed, and the many who never returned and sanctified those beaches with their blood. Thank you, gentlemen. Just, thank you.Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-80326891815534764782018-12-24T13:21:00.000-08:002018-12-24T13:21:00.393-08:00A Johnny Cash Christmas to rememberI really wanted to do more cheesy movies, but the Greatest Newspaper in the Northwest™ is in a transitional phase and my workload has been through the roof. So I’m going to wrap up the pre-holiday videos with one of the loveliest Christmas shows I’ve ever seen.<br />
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Growing up in the ’70s, I remember seeing these variety show specials pert’ near every night from Thanksgiving to Christmas. Every comedian or musician who was anybody had one. Some of them were pretty good (The Carpenters, for instance) and some of them, well, just didn’t age well. (I subjected my Lovely and Brilliant Wife to a Donny and Marie special, I forget which one, and came out unable to believe we’d ever enjoyed such dreck.) But this 1977 show from Johnny Cash is just jaw-dropping. Roy Clark, Carl Perkins, Roy Orbison, Jerry Lee Lewis, the Statler Brothers, they all joined Johnny and June just a few months after their recording buddy Elvis died. Besides the songs that made some of them famous and a few old Christmas standards, the stars all converge for high-energy renditions of the Gospel standards “This Train is Bound for Glory” and “Children Go Where I Send Thee, as well as an absolutely breathtaking performance of “Silent Night.” If you skipped the movies (and who could blame you), you still need to see this.<br />
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Merry Christmas to all!<br />
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<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jHuFslG6JAQ" width="560"></iframe>Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-30471986774750853882018-12-22T12:31:00.000-08:002019-12-03T23:11:45.636-08:00Cheese at Cartwright'sOkay, this one has cheese. Not in a limburger sort of way, more like a very mild Monterey jack. It would melt well over a nice spicy burrito but doesn’t carry a lot of flavor itself.<br />
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I hadn’t looked up the cast of “Christmas at Cartwright’s” before watching, so it was a bit of a jolt to see <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001728/">Wallace Shawn</a> and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0588364/">Gabrielle Miller</a> in roles completely opposite <a href="https://ontheotherfoot.blogspot.com/2016/12/ghosts-of-christmas-carols-past.html">the ones I reviewed</a> <a href="https://ontheotherfoot.blogspot.com/2016/12/finally-good-one.html">a couple of years ago</a>. But they work well in their supporting roles, the one as an angel and the other as a, well, fill in the appropriate misogynistic term.<br />
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The film starts out with single mom Nicky (<a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001860/?ref_=tt_rv_t0">Alicia Witt</a>, whom I recall playing a Hollywood minx on “The Sopranos”) who’s having trouble finding work. Even at Christmas, with <i>every single retailer in the western world hiring temps</i>. She’s dodging the landlady over late rent and her daughter apparently needs a reading tutor. Why Nicky can’t just help Becky herself since she has time on her hands is just one of the many things never addressed.<br />
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Finally her search brings her to Cartwright’s Department Store, where she (a) gets on the bad side of the HR person and (b) meets a store executive who happens to be single and handsome and have the right name for a husband. (It makes sense in the context.) As usual, he’s basically a cardboard cutout, filling in the Love Interest blank. She doesn’t get hired (obvs), but with the help of the store’s “Christmas Coordinator,” she manages to fake her way into being the store’s Santa Claus.<br />
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Here endeth any semblance of believability. There is no way in [eternal perdition] that her theatrically-lowered voice passes for male. And where is it written that a fake voice has to come with a fake indeterminate accent? This always happens when women try to pass themselves off vocally as men and vice versa, and nobody ever seems to notice or account for it.<br />
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The other issue in this one was that little Becky is clearly hungry for a new daddy, but her original daddy is never mentioned, not even alluded to. Unless this was a virgin birth (call the Vatican!), you’d think there would be at least some hint of his existence. Did he die? Did he run off with his secretary? Not a clue. As a father who’s been erased from a child’s life, this bothers me no little.<br />
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Outside of those things, it’s a fairly cute film, except for the ending scene at the department store which is just sick-making. I’ve seen proposals with less pomp and schmaltz.<br />
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Enjoy (or at least endure) “Christmas at Cartwright’s.”<br />
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<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ti0VY9h4MJg" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-8309100637012844822018-12-11T18:53:00.001-08:002019-12-03T23:09:21.296-08:00"The Christmas List": Okay cheese, bad geographyThe first thing I noticed about “<a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0136755/reference">The Christmas List</a>” was that the religious aspects of Christmas were unapologetically displayed, starting out with a Gospel choir singing actual carols over the opening credits. Between that and the utter cleanliness of it (no sex, not even cohabitation), I had to pause and look it up to make sure it wasn’t something from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mormon_cinema">Mollywood</a>. Nope, it was just ABC Family from 21 years ago. The times, they are a-changin’.<br />
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The story is a fairly simple one, yet I still kept getting a little lost on the details. Melody Parris (<a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000211/?ref_=tt_rv_t0">Mimi Rogers</a>, whose name I would swear I recognized but can’t find anything I’ve seen her in), works the perfume counter at a department store in Seattle (about which more anon). Apparently she’s some sort of a super scent savant, able to identify any perfume put under her nose or name the perfect perfume for a given person based on a list of personality traits. Her life changes when she writes down all the things she’s missing in her life – a better job, a marriage (she’s been waiting for her boyfriend George to propose), money in the bank – and her friend steals it and sticks it in Santa’s mailbox. No sooner is her woeful missive deposited than she meets Danny (<a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0842812/">Bill Switzer,</a> no apparent relation to <a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0842813">Carl</a>), who’s missing his dead mother at Christmas. (His performance at the perfume counter is a sniffle-fest.) One thing leads to another (which leads to Danny’s dad) and she finds herself getting all the things she asked for – sort of.<br />
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This never quite gets dark enough to be a a “monkey’s paw” (or should it be reindeer’s hoof?) but she does learn a few things, particularly what a colossal douchecanoe George is. (The <i>least</i> loathsome thing about him is that he calls Melody’s mom “Mother Natalie.” Gag me with a candy cane!) Danny’s father is a classic unmemorable Hallmark movie lead, whose girlfriend Faith (<a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005185">Marla Maples</a> back when she was still Mrs. Trump) Danny really dislikes. We’re a little vague on why, as she never really works up to the Wicked Stepmother level, but apparently she lives far away and wants to send him to boarding school. We think.<br />
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We knew from the outset that a romance was in the offing, but it starts fast and has to be slowed down. I kind of liked the awkwardness of that; a lot less formulaic. Also, the way her career works out has flashes of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LVgr-nk1mM">the curtain scene in “Singin’ in the Rain.</a>” If some of the plot points sew themselves up too neatly, well, what do you expect?<br />
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Now the rant: Faith wants to take Danny and his father (why can’t I remember the guy’s name?) to see her family at Christmas, in the far-off town of Bellevue, Washington, which apparently is so far back in the woods that Danny quips that he can start a tick collection. <i>Say what?</i><br />
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Look, I know a lot of low-budget movies are set in Seattle because it’s so cheap to film in Vancouver, and the landscapes are similar. But seriously, ABC Family, would it kill you to <a href="https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005185/?ref_=tt_rv_t9">look at a map</a>? Bellevue is across a bridge from Seattle. It’s not woodsy. It’s not rural. It’s a sprawling mess of snooty malls and congested arterial roads leading to more snooty malls. It’s surrounded by Microsoft money. People, you're three hours away from the real Bellevue. Surely <i>someone</i> there could have noticed this.<br />
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Good lines to watch for:<br />
“You make me do the strangest things.”<br />
“Get out of my house or I will boil you in Christmas pudding and drive a holly stake through your heart!”<br />
“Hasta la vista, Faithy!” (Yes, really.)<br />
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Leave your thoughts in the comments.
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<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ofi19Urs9uY" width="560"></iframe>Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-38425969412167490982018-11-18T12:54:00.001-08:002018-11-18T13:39:01.746-08:00Preparing for cheeseI really, really don't want to think that the only time I'll ever post on my blog again is for Cheesy Christmas Movies™, but 'tis getting close to the season now whether I like it or not. So in case I have any readers left, does anyone have any suggestions for movies on YouTube or the Internet Archive or other sites I can embed from? The cheesier the better. Ready, go!Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-9135187310417217322017-12-10T20:53:00.002-08:002019-12-03T23:05:46.093-08:00Snatching failure from the jaws of mediocrityI was fortunate enough to go into “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0413900/reference">Single Santa Seeks Mrs. Claus</a>” with low expectations, primarily because it starred <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000430/">Steve Guttenberg</a>, whose best performance, for me, was in “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077269/">The Boys from Brazil</a>,” and then only because he was killed off early before he could make it stink. I held out some hope because of the delightful <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004751/">Crystal Bernard</a>. She doesn’t disappoint at all, and he actually came off surprisingly well, all things considered.<br />
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If it weren’t for the premise and the pacing, this might have been an okay film. Not good, but okay. The premise is laughable: Santa Claus is about to retire and his son (named Nick, because of course) can’t take over without a Mrs. Claus. (Pause while we ponder the ridiculousness of a wife being necessary to fill the shoes of a third-century Christian bishop.) Nick is sent to California with a list of prospects, but soon encounters the young widow Beth as she’s trying to shoot a Christmas commercial featuring Santa. Nick, of course, knows how Santa should be played and is soon hired as an actor.<br />
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Herein lies the biggest problem with Junior Claus. Nick instantly wins the confidence of every child he encounters, including the little actress in the commercial and Beth’s son Jake. That works for an old fat man in a red suit. For a single guy in his 40s with no known history, not so much. Now, if it were my kids, that would set off a jingle bell of alarm loud enough to wake the dead. Yet nobody, child or adult, seems to pick up on the obvious Stranger Danger vibe this guy gives off. To make things worse, he also seems to have (though it’s not explicitly stated) some psychic ability to make people feel good about him and trust him. Sort of like magical roofies.<br />
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To his credit, he doesn’t seem to have used that on Beth to win her affections. (Or did he? The more I think about it...) What he does do is teach Jake to play basketball, show up at her work with flowers, and try to get her to believe in Christmas (specifically, Santa) before he has to take up the reindeer reins on Christmas Eve. The upshot of this is that the romance doesn’t get a chance to develop; it just sort of jumps from turning point to turning point. One minute Beth is thoroughly charmed, the next she’s uncertain, and all of a sudden, she believes. There’s a particularly poignant scene at the beginning where Beth as a young girl (played by <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1689385/">what appears to be Crystal Bernard’s daughter</a>) loses her faith in Santa because he didn’t make her daddy come home.<br />
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Apparently there’s a <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0491722/">sequel</a>. I don’t know yet if I can work up the courage to watch it. We’ll see.<br />
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Hanna (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0121026/">Candace Cameron Bure</a>), a nurse in a small-town hospital at the end of World War II, takes shelter from a snowstorm in a shed and emerges to find herself in the same town, 71 years later. Not unnaturally, she’s terrified and confused. Concerned passersby summon the police in the handsome-aw-shucks person of Officer Jake (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005029/">Oliver Hudson</a>). Faced with the prospect of having her forcibly committed, Jake instead convinces his superiors to let him take Hanna to the family farm until she can get her bearings. There she tries to make sense of a world in which iPads and eBay have replaced caroling and lights on the town gazebo. Her house is a health food store and the hospital where she worked is a library. From there, I expected the usual two-dimensional romance plot to play out between her and the inexplicably single Jake, and I expected wrong. Because even that many years later, Nurse Hanna is not completely forgotten.<br />
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I have to say here that I love, love, love a good time-travel or alternate history story, on the page or screen. The other side of that coin is that every little anachronism or historical howler gets under my skin like an allergy test. I wanted, for example, to enjoy “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3006802/reference">Outlander</a>,” but the appalling lack of understanding of 18th-century Scottish history outweighed the excellent costuming, magnificent visuals and better-than-average plotting and acting. I endured the first season and figured I’d done my duty.<br />
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There were a couple of such nits to pick in “Journey Back to Christmas,” but not as many as there would be if the film were more self-conscious about accuracy, oddly enough. The only one that bothered me at all was that both the doctor and the police chief Hanna encounters in 2016 were black. That would have been extraordinary if not impossible in 1945, yet she never even blinks. (I also thought “Central Falls” was a hokey, unrealistic town name, <a href="http://www.centralfallsri.us/">until I looked it up</a>. My apologies to any Central Fallsians who happen on this blog.)<br />
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Bure gives an adorable if slightly over-perky performance here, coming across genuinely kind and generous. Hudson is competent as the sort of lovable but slightly clueless semi-beefcake that acts as woman-bait in so many innocent romance stories. But the real show-stealer is <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000643/">Tom Skerritt</a> as the mysterious Tobias Cook. By the time he’s revealed, we’ve long ago figured him out, yet he still packs a punch when it’s confirmed. I actually did choke up at the final George Bailey moment.<br />
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Leave a comment and tell me what you think.Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-70156388533487388062017-11-20T21:47:00.000-08:002017-11-26T19:42:46.520-08:00Jumping the cheese gunThanksgiving isn’t a very cinegenic (is that a word?) sort of a holiday. Let’s face it, Christmas is loaded with both religious and secular imagery. It’s about love, magic, hope and salvation. Thanksgiving, by contrast, is about stuffing your face with calories and collapsing in front of a football game. That’s it. How many major Thanksgiving movies can you name off the top of your head? “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093748/reference">Planes, Trains and Automobiles</a>,” obviously. The criminally underrated “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101786/reference">Dutch</a>?” Surely. Any others? Me either. Thanksgiving isn’t romantic. It wouldn’t even be a big deal if it weren’t a month before Christmas. It’s a second-string, no-frills event. The Chicago of holidays, if you will.<br />
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But I felt like getting an early start in my (only somewhat forced) holiday cheer, and you can always count on Hallmark to dish up some schmaltz for any occasion. Sure enough, what I found is about food.<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt6076802/reference">“Pumpkin Pie Wars”</a> starts with a feud between two middle-aged BFFs who were going to start a bakery together unit one of them went into business with her father instead. For the next ten years, the women, both of whom now own bakeries, vent their grudge through an annual pumpkin pie bake-off. (Who even knew <a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=%22pumpkin+pie+bake-off%22">that was a thing</a>?) One has a son, the other a daughter. We see where this is going, of course. It's Romeo and Juliet, but with less stabbing and more diabetes.<br />
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Sam Montag... er... Harper (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2050419/">Eric Aragon</a>) went to a fancy chef school in London and dreams of opening a restaurant beyond his mom's humble bakery. Casey McArthy (yes, spelled like that and played by <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1194672/">Julie Gonzalo</a>) has a business degree from Wharton but her cooking skills would embarrass a grade-schooler. (Several fire department references make that obvious.) Nevertheless, when her mother hurts her foot and can't compete in the bake-off, Casey elbows her aside to take her place. Sam, meanwhile, makes a deal with his mother to look into the restaurant if he wins the bake-off for her.<br />
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There really should have been more lead-up to the romance. No sooner do the two agree to work together (not much of a spoiler; the movie does everything to telegraph it but run a banner across the screen) than she's falling off a ladder into his arms, he's showing her around the kitchen at noticeably close range and they're both looking longingly at each other and somehow imagining they're being discreet. By the first kiss (at the usual two-thirds mark) we've already started picking out china patterns for them.<br />
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The acting is typical Hallmark fare: a little wooden at the outset but softening up as characters begin to form. Sam's mother (played by the amazingly-named <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1480541/">Jennifer-Juniper Angeli</a>) is well done; Casey's (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0769039/">Michele Scarabelli</a>) is such a nasty harridan I kept wanting to disembowel her with a spatula. Besides, the actress keeps forgetting to use her crutches and just sort of walks around with them stuck in her armpits. A little direction would go a long way.<br />
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I will say the resolution surprised me pleasantly. I won't give it away, but I was all geared up for an artificially tense bake-off climax when the plot turned a right-angle on me. And the recipes the characters used! Pumpkin cheesecake pie with a caramel pecan topping lined up against pumpkin silk chiffon pie with bourbon whipped cream and a ginger snap streusel crust made my pancreas hurt just thinking about it.<br />
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All in all, not great, but not bad. Satisfying in its mundaneness. Sort of like Thanksgiving.<br />
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Leave your opinion in the comments and let the holidays commence!Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-35309756957739556762017-10-09T18:00:00.000-07:002017-10-09T18:00:13.476-07:00In defense of ColumbusSo apparently today is either Columbus Day or Indigenous Peoples Day, depending on whether you’re a dastardly white supremacist or a woke, morally superior progressive.<br />
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It’s trendy these days to vilify Christopher Columbus, and by extension, all European-descended people in the Americas, for the genocide inflicted upon the Native Americans. It’s especially popular among people whose entire knowledge of history comes from bumper stickers and kiddie lit. We are expected (nay, commanded) to believe that Columbus was a cruel, racist slave-trading monster who befouled America with his presence for the sole purpose of eradicating the innocent, peace-loving natives.<br />
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I usually try to avoid profanity, but sometimes bullshit has to be called bullshit, and this is one of those times. Here’s the deal:<br />
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<b>1. Columbus was no saint, but he was no monster either. </b>He was fairly typical for a man of his time and place, and maybe a little more courageous and devout than most. Europe’s trade routes overland to Asia had been choked off and its economy was suffering badly. At the time, there was no way at all to gauge longitude and even latitude was iffy, and the 3,000 miles that he thought it was to the Indies was longer than it was possible to provision ships for. But Columbus had faith, a desire not to be poor and an enormous set of cojones, and those things paid off. <br />
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Sooner or later, contact was going to occur. If it hadn't been an Italian representing Spain, it would have been the Portuguese or the English. Or, equally likely, the Ottoman Turks, who were expanding prodigiously. And who traded slaves and forced religious conversions with even more gusto than Christians did.<br />
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Yes, Columbus took slaves, and yes, he treated them abominably. Yes, we enlightened 21st-century people recognize this as a horrible thing. But in his day, it was normal. Christian Europeans were prohibited from taking Christians as slaves, but Muslims had been trading in European slaves for centuries, and Europeans owned Muslims and pagans from the Middle East and Africa already. Slavery was a fact of life and had been for millennia. It wasn’t until the early 19th century that any nation abolished it. It strikes me as unjust to hold a man accountable to a moral standard that wouldn’t exist until hundreds of years after he was dead.<br />
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<b>2. It wasn’t a genocide. </b>Really, there’s no reasonable way it could be considered one. Webster defines genocide as “the deliberate and systematic destruction of a racial, political, or cultural group.” The misfortune brought upon the Natives by the white population was great but it was not deliberate, it was not systematic and the group in question wasn’t destroyed.<br />
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For the rest of this screed, I’m going to stick with the English colonies in North America, just because (a) those are the only ones I have any stake in and (b) as far as I know those are the only hotbeds of Columbus-hate. I’m not downplaying or justifying the atrocities committed against Natives by white settlers. The only reason I’m not enumerating them is simply that we all know about them. They were horrifying and worthy of condemnation. They also aren’t the entire story.<br />
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<br />What usually gets called a genocide was in fact a mass migration accompanied by wars of conquest, such as have happened frequently over human history. Post-medieval England was poor, disease-ridden, crowded and politically volatile. The rest of Europe was no better off. Meanwhile, over the ocean there was a huge mass of land – nobody knew how huge – that wasn’t being used for anything. <br />
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“But it already belonged to the Natives!” Yes, it did, insofar as they had any concept of land ownership. But very few of them were farmers, and to European eyes untilled land is wasted. Hunting-gathering is a nomadic lifestyle that requires a large area to support a small population.<br />
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So, Mr./Ms./Xs. Progressive-American, if you were in their shoes, would you have stayed in a country where you had no prospect of ever bettering your condition and where the government might at any time turn on you, or would you try to stake out some off that wide-open land for yourself, by force if necessary? Of course you would, and trample anyone who slowed you down. Hunger and hopelessness will outweigh moral smuggery every time.<br />
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As for wars, those happen any time you have two groups of people who desperately need the same resources. Do you seriously doubt, that if the positions had been reversed, Native Americans would not have attempted to conquer Europe? They weren’t intrinsically more virtuous than whites, merely outnumbered and outgunned.<br />
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And, crucially, less immune to disease. Europeans had been in contact with Asia and Africa, albeit on a limited basis, for centuries and had built up some immunity in the process. They also kept domesticated animals on a much larger scale. Native Americans had never been beyond their continent, obviously, but because they had no wheeled vehicles or horses, most of them never interacted with anyone but a few neighboring tribes. The overwhelming majority of Native deaths came from germs over which the Europeans had no control whatsoever.<br />
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<b>3. The Natives were not pacifistic victims.</b> As <a href="http://takimag.com/article/raise_a_drumstick_to_the_indians_gavin_mcinnes/print#axzz4v3Q10rrE">Jim Goad wrote</a> a few Thanksgivings ago (go ahead, read the whole thing):<br />
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If I were a Native, I’d curse Columbus and spit at the mention of his name. I grew up next to a reservation in the ‘70s and I can tell you no ethnic group in America has gotten a dirtier end of the stick. I don’t blame them in the least for resenting whites and the man who started them coming here. Fair is fair.<br />
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But I’m not. I’m the descendant of generation after generation of Europeans, mostly English, who seized the chance to get out of the hellhole that was 16th- and 17th-century Britain. My people have flourished in the New World, and I’ll be durned if I’ll lament that fact. I celebrate Columbus, not because he was a swell guy, but because I benefitted from him. Others may do as they think best.</div>
Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-65462666297313853132017-05-01T15:58:00.004-07:002017-05-01T15:58:57.781-07:00Could Jackson have trumped the War Between the States?Okay, first off, from <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2017/05/01/us/politics/trump-andrew-jackson-fact-check.html">what Trump said</a> it’s obvious that he was aware that Andrew Jackson was dead before the Civil War. (Which really wasn’t a civil war, but that’s a whole nother discussion.) And while I don’t know that Trump was talking specifically about the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nullification_Crisis">nullification crisis</a>, state-federal issues were very much a problem during Jackson’s tenure.<br />
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Second, slavery was the issue that pushed the states into war, but it was simply the most volatile aspect of a widening rift between north and south over diverging economies and cultures. The two were going to continue butting heads and it’s possible they might have split anyway, but absent slavery it probably wouldn’t have turned into a bloodbath. <br />
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Third, he’s dead wrong that a strong leader could have prevented the war. In fact, it was the election of a strong leader that touched off the war. Previous presidents had been compromising nebbishes and that was why the uneasy peace continued. Maybe if they’d managed to keep dithering until industrialization made slavery unprofitable, it could have died a peaceful death. Maybe. But no, Jackson neither could nor would have prevented war.<br />
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Trump’s right about the way Jackson’s wife was treated in the press, though. They literally hounded her to her grave. I notice that part of the interview hasn’t been reported much in the press, probably because they’re so gleeful about savaging Melania. Hard to blame Trump for identifying with that one.Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-43513125744459723022017-03-15T21:00:00.000-07:002017-03-15T21:00:04.488-07:00For your St. Patrick’s Day viewing pleasureThere are certain movies that I just have to dig out in March when my non-existent Irish heritage needs a little boost. There’s “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0045061/reference">The Quiet Man</a>,” of course. That’s a perennial. There’s “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111112/reference">The Secret of Roan Inish</a>,” which is mostly for children but I still find it charming. (And for the life of me I can’t seem to find out what became of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0183926/">Jeni Courtney</a> after she grew up. Jeni, if you ever google yourself and see this, please leave a comment.) I tried to like “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0040553/reference">The Luck of the Irish</a>,” I truly did, but the acting was so wooden not even the irrepressible <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0445523/reference">Cecil Kellaway</a> could save it. There’s the Neil Jordan/Liam Neeson biopic “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117039/reference">Michael Collins</a>.” And then there’s “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0038289/reference">I See a Dark Stranger</a>,” far and away my favorite.<br />
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The clip I uploaded so many years ago <a href="http://ontheotherfoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/twas-better-to-die-neath-irish-sky.html">here</a> is gone, but sure, isn’t the whole darn film on YouTube now, and therefore also at On The Other Foot?<br />
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“I See a Dark Stranger” (inexplicably released in the U.S. as "The Adventuress") would be just another British post-war relic were it not for <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000039/">Deborah Kerr</a> as Bridie Quilty. If all you remember her from is “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0049408/reference">The King and I</a>” or “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0050105/reference">An Affair to Remember,</a>” hold on to your hat. <a href="https://ontheotherfoot.blogspot.com/2007/10/forever-young.html">As I blogged when she died almost ten years ago</a>,<br />
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Deborah played a "little slip of a girleen" from the west of Ireland who tries to join the IRA, finds she's about twenty years out of date, and instead winds up spying for the Germans. The film was okay in and of itself, but it would have been just another late-night British relic except for her. She took a rather generic role and made the young lady into the sort of beautiful, innocently sexy, and self-contradictory creature that so many girls that age really are. When she turned up her nose at Trevor Howard, you could see her looking at him out the corner of her eye. When she declaimed her principles (mostly an inchoate hatred of Cromwell), she sounded just like a thousand other young women who throw themselves so passionately into their causes, never dreaming that they're not alone in them. She wasn't a part in a script, she was a real girl, and the kind that makes you tear your hair out and champ at the bit by turns. She might as well have been sitting next to me, rather than on screen, she was so thoroughly real. I was smitten with her by the third scene.</blockquote>
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Speaking of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0002145/">Trevor Howard</a>, he's excellent here too, at his understated best. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0641081/">William O’Gorman</a> is fun as Bridie’s inebriated little father with tall tales of heroism. I do have to close my ears when a crowd of British extras shows up pretending to be American, but that’s a picky. And the dialogue has some lovely dry wit:<br />
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Watch now and fall in love with Deborah Kerr all over again.<br />
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<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/11/26/salvation-army-gay-rights-voucher_n_2192085.html?">This</a> is a lie of the most despicable kind. This walking skid mark is deliberately slandering good people <i>because of their goodness</i>. What kind of person does that?<br />
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<a href="http://salvationarmynorth.org/about-us/what-we-believe/lgbt-statement/">And it <i>is</i> a lie.</a> (Thanks to my friend Katie-Lou for the link.) The Salvation Army believes that any sex outside the context of a monogamous, heterosexual marriage is a sin and they expect their members and especially their clergy to assent. That’s it. That’s the extent of their position on the subject. They also believe in giving and spend long hours for little or no pay running soup kitchens and shelters for the poorest of the poor, and they don’t ask those people about their sex lives. They’re consistently ranked among the most efficient of charitable organizations when it comes to funneling donations to the needy. They do enormous good with very little. As a member of another church that does a lot of charitable work, I’m in awe.<br />
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I don’t see sign-boy out there rubbing shoulders with icky, smelly poor people. He just wants to take revenge on the folks who do because they don’t affirm him enough. And unlike the people he wants to deprive, he probably goes back after a hard day of standing there to a warm home and a full meal. If the LGBT community wanted to convince the world that it was nothing but a pack of spiteful narcissists, the best way to do that would be to drag down Sally Ann.Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-66204697801488600352016-12-15T06:00:00.000-08:002016-12-15T18:52:53.307-08:00Ghosts of “Christmas Carols” pastNo Christmas season is complete without endless versions of Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.” We’re subjected to it so much it’s come to rival the actual Nativity story as the defining narrative for the season. Darn near everybody has taken a whack at being Scrooge: <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0123179/reference">Mr. Magoo</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0078764/reference">Henry Winkler</a> (his is excellent – see it if you can), <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096061/reference">Bill Murray</a>... God help us, every one!<br />
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"<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0427430/reference">Karroll’s Christmas</a>" has a few surprises for a story that’s been done to death. The protagonist Allen (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0779866/">Tom Everett Scott</a>) is kind of a schmuck, but could never equal his neighbor, Zeb Rosecog (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001728/">Wallace Shawn</a>) for sheer loathsomeness. This guy makes the original Scrooge looks like Mother Teresa. Allen’s relative harmlessness cuts no ice when the ghosts get the wrong address and drag him through time and space to review Rosecog’s inconceivable (I couldn’t resist) misdeeds. By the time he’s able to convince them that he’s not Rosecog, he finds himself sympathetic to the old coot and drafts them to save him.<br />
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The ghosts are brilliantly cast: <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0589669/">Deanna Milligan</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0588777/">Larry Miller</a>, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0873942/">Verne Troyer</a> and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0423637/">Dan Joffre</a> as a Rasta Marley. (Yes, really.) The ending is familiar and more sappy than necessary, but what the heck? It’s worth it alone for the cringe-inducing (in a good way) proposal scene. You’ll have to watch it to see what I mean.<br />
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I started to review “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1699746/reference">Christmas Cupid</a>” on its own and just couldn’t get through it. I’m not entirely sure it even qualifies as a Christmas Carol knockoff, as it has only one ghost. The shade in question is a train-wreck celebrity (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1667364/">Ashley Benson</a>) who chokes to death on an olive in her drink and comes back to haunt her agent Sloane (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0587396/">Christina Milian</a>). It’s just one eye-rolling Millennial cliche after another. Milian is okay, but she can’t redeem this stinkeroo by herself. Dear God, please make it stop.<br />
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Everything becomes funny when you add <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094754/reference">Blackadder</a> to it, sort of like fart jokes or LSD. This is perhaps the only genuinely original take-off I’ve ever seen. (Update: I found a better copy.) Kind, generous Mr. Blackadder is visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001059/">Robbie Coltrane</a>), who helps himself to the liquor and regales his target with tales of his despicable ancestors. The future sequence alone is brilliantly funny. I don’t think I really need to introduce the cast of the Blackadder shows to you; if I do, you’re reading the wrong blog. Some of the characters in the opening scenes are a little too annoying, but they're balanced out by Victoria and Albert (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0546816/">Miriam Margolyes</a> and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000980/">Jim Broadbent</a>, respectively). For some reason I can't get past his Teutonic "Damn, damn, damn." And how they managed to get through the future scenes with straight faces, I cannot conceive. (A line that's used to good effect in the show, incidentally.) Watch it all and marvel.<br />
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Three of them, actually, neatly braided together:<br />
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(1) In Boston, college student Heather Spengler (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1069611/">Emma Lahana</a>) has always spent Christmas with her widowed mother, but this year wants to go to Arizona with her boyfriend. Knowing that Mom will flip out if she tells her the truth, she begs off and insists she wants to spend the holiday at school.<br />
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(2) Back home in South Woodbourne, Washington, Emily (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004933/">Faith Ford</a>) is terribly disappointed by this and decides to take the mountain to Mohammad and does a house-swap with writer Charles Johnson (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0146915/">Tom Cavanaugh</a>) in Boston. The writer’s charming brother Ray (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004743/">Gil Bellows</a>, who apparently does a lot of these movies but whom I mostly remember from "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118254/">Ally McBeal</a>," and don’t ask me why I watched that show) happens by the house.<br />
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(3) Emily’s best friend Faith (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0588364/">Gabrielle Miller</a>) is overcome with sympathy for Emily having to spend her first Christmas alone, and comes up from San Francisco to keep her friend company. When she arrives, she finds instead Charles, who is decidedly not charming, and is forced to impose on him for a place to stay until the next bus to Seattle, which just happens to come through South Woodbourne on Christmas. (South Woodbourne's location is pretty vague. It's described as being a hundred miles from Seattle, which coincidentally is almost the distance to Abbotsford, B.C. where it was filmed.)<br />
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Hilarity ensues and romances bloom. But we knew that.<br />
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I’ll be honest; I only watched this because Gabrielle Miller was in it. Her character on “<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397138/">Corner Gas</a>” was just about the only thing that show had going for it (except for <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0136482/">Lorne Cardinal</a>, who’s not pretty enough to watch for very long). She doesn’t disappoint here. Bellows is his usual competent self and Faith Ford is clearly also a veteran of sappy movies.<br />
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Emily is clearly the first among equals in terms of character importance. Her widowhood isn’t just a plot trope; it’s clear that she clings to every shred of her old life through her daughter, who chafes at being conscripted as a surrogate for her late father. Charles, alas, <i>is</i> just a walking trope: the writer with writer’s block and a chip on his shoulder from an ex who done him wrong. But for Gabrielle Miller, I'll put up with that.<br />
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It’s clean and innocent, as Christmas should be. Enjoy. And leave a comment.<br />
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Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-16501288705581756012016-12-12T21:30:00.000-08:002016-12-12T21:30:12.713-08:00The Protocols of the Learned Elders...<a href="http://www.sltrib.com/lifestyle/faith/4690644-155/lgbt-activist-plans-ad-blitz-targeting?fullpage=1">of Salt Lake</a>.Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-46262219600358347972016-12-04T15:52:00.000-08:002016-12-15T18:40:34.736-08:00Why did I enjoy this movie?Seriously, why? I’m still cudgeling my brain about what aspect of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt5133572/reference">Crown for Christmas</a> I liked. I don't mean to be overly hard on it. The film was sweet and pleasant and I came away feeling good for having seen it. And that's what a cheesy Christmas movie should do, right? Mission accomplished. I'm just trying to parse <i>why</i> it did. <br />
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It can’t be the acting (in general; more on that anon). That was textbook recitation more than anything. Courteous courtiers, jovial servants, a nasty spoiled aristocrat, a single father who just happens to be a king. They weren’t so m<span id="goog_429541569"></span><span id="goog_429541570"></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a>uch dramatic roles as cogs in a machine.<br />
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And for the love of heaven don’t get me started on the realism. By which I mean there was none. At all. Whatsoever. Not a setting, not a plot point, not a single syllable of dialogue was plausible. Kings do not have their marriages arranged against their will. Servants and royalty do not all speak the Queen’s English in the same accent. In fact, there are no English-speaking countries at all on the European continent (except the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Fenwick">Duchy of Grand Fenwick</a>). Hotel maids in New York are not (so far as I know) fired merely for making eye contact with a guest. And that’s not even getting into the actual fairy-tale elements of the story, which strain believability like a piece of gum stuck to your shoe on a hot day. <br />
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(Several IMDb commenters pointed out that the proper mode of address for kings is “Your Majesty” rather than “Your Highness.” Technically true, although they are sometimes styled as “highness” in other contexts. Anyway, my understanding is that today they tend to prefer “sir.” Believe me, that’s the least of the film’s credibility problems.)<br />
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So back to the original question: why did I enjoy a film with so many howlers? Because, in the end, I actually did. I think maybe it’s because <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005211/reference">Danica McKellar</a> doesn’t seem to be acting. I don’t mean that she’s a really good actress, although she may be with other material. I mean that I’m not sure she actually knew that the whole thing wasn’t real life, like maybe instead of a script they gave her hallucinogens and just let her interact with the cast. Also, the little girl (played sparklingly by <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm7670644">Ellie Botterill</a>) was so charming and delightful that the rest of the cast didn’t really need to be anything but her props.<br />
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So, like <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+18&version=KJV">Abraham’s ten righteous men of Sodom</a>, for the sake of those two actresses the film can be spared from the flames. Behold!<br />
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<i>(Check out my other movie reviews <a href="http://ontheotherfoot.blogspot.com/search/label/Movies">here</a>.)</i>Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-28145884311848912922016-12-01T23:30:00.000-08:002016-12-01T23:30:22.960-08:00A poetic interlude<div class="tr_bq">
Salvaged from the Crappy Poetry Corner at the now-defunct “Bob From Accounting” website. I’m not sure why I bothered to track it down; it just seems to fit with my newfound holiday spirit.</div>
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The snowy white of Christmas<br />Basking together in the warmth<br />Of an electric space heater<br />Gazing at the twinkling lights<br />Of a Douglas fir</blockquote>
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Then begin the lies<br />Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies<br />Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies<br />Come out of your mouth<br />Thick and heavy like home fries</blockquote>
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No hot tub action for you<br />Big man with wavy hair<br />I wanted an engagement ring<br />You gave me a Chia Pet<br />And a coupon for a Brazilian waxing</blockquote>
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The eggnog flows<br />Like your Lies<br />Lies, Lies, Lies, Lies<br />The electric heater drops into the water<br />As you bathe alone</blockquote>
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Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-50395127749796479472016-12-01T18:00:00.000-08:002016-12-01T20:15:17.026-08:00A little light housekeepingSo it turns out that leaving my blog untouched causes a lot of dust bunnies and mouse turds to collect in the corner. My kids’ ages are up to date and I’ve bid a fond farewell to some of the blogs in the sidebar that aren’t posting anymore. I’m usually really reluctant to do that, but some of them just pure down don’t exist and others will probably never know. If you (O hypothetical reader) own one and wonder why you’ve been removed, let me know and I’ll put you back.<br />
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(I refuse to remove <a href="http://www.villainouscompany.com/vcblog/">Villainous Company</a> no matter how stubbornly Cassandra away. Someday she’ll come back. I believe with all my heart.)<br />
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(I also won’t remove <a href="http://strangespanner.blogspot.com/">Strange Spanners</a>. That blogger was an old friend who died a day or two after his last post. He never married and had no children and his blog and Facebook page are all that remains of him. Memory eternal.)<br />
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I’m also dumping Disqus for the native Blogger comment system. The only reason I ever installed it to begin with was a a workaround to try and import my Haloscan comments when the latter shut down. The import to Disqus didn’t work anyway. If anyone ever figures out how to import them directly into Blogger I still have the files.<br />
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Oh, and I changed the icon of St. Expeditus so he wouldn't be so pixellated. I don't know who painted it; I found it through a Google image search on some Pinterest page. I couldn't find out more because I don't have an account and I'm durned if I'll start yet another social media thing I'm never going to use. If the owner of the image ever sees this, I hope they'll let me know whether to credit them or take it down.<br />
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Also, since I'm reviving Cheesy Christmas Movies, I'll be going through and fixing broken video links a few at a time. Some of them I just can't find; others I just haven't gotten to yet.<br />
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I’d be grateful if you’d leave a comment so I know I’m not just shouting into an empty blogosphere.Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-81200010846019377582016-12-01T17:54:00.002-08:002016-12-01T18:06:52.758-08:00The funniest English Spaniard ever to come out of Germany...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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... now <a href="http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-36714323">travels in elephants</a>. I didn't know he'd actually gotten hurt playing slapstick on Fawlty Towers. A professional indeed, and apparently well loved in real life.<br />
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Adios, auf wiedersehen, cheers!Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-47858158644981808342016-12-01T04:00:00.000-08:002017-11-26T20:14:27.086-08:00Speaking of Christmas, here’s a turkeyActually, I fear that may be a slight to the noble and tasty fowl. Upon finishing “<a href="http://ontheotherfoot.blogspot.com/2016/11/the-return-of-cheese.html">Snowglobe</a>,” I was ready for a bit more along those lines. When it comes to Christmas movies, I tend to prefer the ones with a little magic in them, as opposed to the ones that are just straight romance or syrupy familial dramas. (I’m not running those down; there are some good examples of both. But on the whole, I like a dash of fantasy in my Christmas fare.)<br />
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So the plot of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0840303/reference">“Christmas Do-Over”</a> seemed like a good fit. Sure, it’s derivative, but let’s face it, there’s darn little originality left in the genre. How bad could it be?<br />
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Put it this way: If you took <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119528/reference">“Liar Liar”</a> and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107048/reference">“Groundhog Day,”</a> mashed them together like Play-Doh, and then somehow extracted every bit of sympathy or humor, this is what would be left.<br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001542/">Jay Mohr</a>, an SNL alum from one of its less-funny eras, plays Kevin, a divorced father dragooned at the last minute into spending Christmas with his ex-wife Jill and her parents, who make no secret of their dislike of him. Bad enough, but also joining the festivities is Jill’s new boyfriend Todd, who bought her a car for Christmas and is going to propose. Not having time to shop, Kevin accidentally bought his son an Easy-Bake oven, while Todd got him a train set. No opportunity is missed to rub our face in Kevin’s overall inferiority like a poorly-trained puppy.<br />
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You know where it goes from here. Every morning Kevin finds himself back on his outlaws’ doorstep, holding the same stupid girly-toy. Poor schmo doesn’t even have time to buy something else. So he resorts to some dirty tricks to try and get his wife and son back, culminating in a fight where he beats up Santa Claus and gets his butt kicked by Jesus. Yes, really.<br />
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Eventually, of course, he has a change of heart and redeems himself in the eyes of his son and ex-kinfolk. But it still leaves an aftertaste of defeat.<br />
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There are a few fun spots. Seeing Todd slip in dish soap and hurt his back over and over is strangely satisfying. (By this time you’re actively rooting for him to be injured.) The lecherous tipsy grandmother is a kick too.<br />
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But nothing, I repeat, nothing can possibly justify the climactic scene with Mohr rapping some version of “Silent Night” dressed as a snow pea pod. Nothing. There is no forgiveness in heaven or earth for that sort of abomination.<br />
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<i>Note: there are a couple of short spaces where the sound cuts out. I assume that's to keep the all-seeing eye of YouTube from noticing that it's under copyright.</i>Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-13573542908664359462016-11-30T12:58:00.000-08:002016-11-30T12:58:21.382-08:00The return of the cheeseIt’s finally happened. I’ve gone over a year without posting on my blog. Ordinarily, this would be where I hang up my spurs and call it a day as so many other bloggers have done. But one thing keeps me going:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cheesy Christmas movies!</span></div>
Things have changed a lot since I started the tradition lo, these many years ago. Back then I was pretty much limited to the few I could find on the Internet Archive. A couple of those I still enjoy going back to every so often. I have a special soft spot, for example, for <a href="http://ontheotherfoot.blogspot.com/2010/11/season-tis-my-lovely-lambs.html">“Beyond Tomorrow”</a> and <a href="http://ontheotherfoot.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-time-again-for-cheesy-christmas.html">“Son of the Navy.”</a><br />
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But thanks to the treasure storehouse that is YouTube, we have more cheese to select from than the whole south of France. Part of my workday is spent doing stuff that requires neither reading nor writing, and that time is often spent with a video playing on my phone. Nothing heavy; preferably something I don’t have to look at and can follow by audio. Being as how ’tis the season, I started browsing the other day through Hallmark Christmas movies. (Seriously, I had no idea there were so many.) This led me to a fluff-fest called <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1068284/reference">“Snowglobe.”</a><br />
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“Snowglobe” is one of those films that takes a magical premise and tries to mold it to seasonal sentimentality. Young Angela Moreno (pertly played by <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0587396/">Christina Milian</a>) lives with the sort of family that make you want to move out of state and change your name. That is to say, she doesn’t actually live with them per se, but you’d never know it from the way they crowd into her life and make free of her apartment.<br />
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Meanwhile, Angela dreams of a perfect traditional Christmas right out of a Victorian diorama. Or, in this case, a snow globe given to her by the usual magical deliveryman. As she falls asleep gazing at it and dreaming of a spherical paradise, she finds herself sucked inside it, where she’s greeted by a tall, handsome fellow with perfect teeth and a perpetually bewildered look. Mister Perfect invites her to stay at The Inn, where mouthwatering food magically appears in the kitchen of a sweet grandma archetype. It’s all too good to be true, so naturally, it is.<br />
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This is supposed to be the point when she realizes that her perfect Christmas really isn’t what she wanted. Nuh-uh. The Snowglobians find their way into Brooklyn and hilarity ensues.<br />
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There are a couple of factors below the surface of this film. One is the ethnic/racial element, which is never actually mentioned but hangs out in the living room dropping elephant poo on the carpet. Angela’s mother is of Italian extraction and her father a black man from Cuba. Obviously, the globe people are as white-bread as you can get (think of the cheerleaders from that hoary old SNL sketch). The new love interest the family picks out for her (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1622615/">Josh Cooke</a>, who apparently is in a season of “Longmire” I haven’t seen yet) is somewhere in between: all Brooklyn, still WASPish.<br />
The other is that the globules (what do you call the denizens, anyway?) aren’t just paper dolls. In their own plasticky way they have feelings too and Angela’s self-centered (but not malicious) meddling has impacted their lives.<br />
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Obviously, we’re not talking high art here. It’s cheese. Enjoy.<br />
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Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-86714263704520302222015-11-16T11:32:00.000-08:002015-11-16T15:33:12.983-08:00The speech President Obama needs to make<div class="tr_bq">
Like it or not, the Paris attacks have placed us in a situation where war is probably inevitable. <a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/03/what-isis-really-wants/384980/">These people aren’t going to go away, and they won’t ever make peace.</a> What’s more, it has to be done soon, not just because ISIS will continue to grow and metastasize, but more importantly because <i>it’s vitally important that there be a Democrat in the White House if we’re to have any possibility of victory.</i></div>
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I know that sounds counter-intuitive. But consider: If we wait until after the next election they will paint it as a purely Republican war and hamstring it at every opportunity, whereas Republicans are unlikely to hamper a war effort. (Yes, yes, the GOP has its own set of shameful tactics, But that’s not one of them.) Our only hope of winning the war is if both halves of America are behind it. And this, my friends, is a war we absolutely cannot afford to lose.<br />
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This is what the President needs to say:<br />
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My fellow Americans,<br />I have hoped with all my heart not to speak the words I am about to say. For several years we have watched the rise of the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria with growing concern. Up until now their predations have been confined to the Middle East, a region far from our shores. Those actions have been reprehensible - genocide, slaughter and destruction - but America has taken only limited measures, primarily aiding and supporting our Kurdish and other allies in the region. We have seen ISIS take the form, not of a shadowy terrorist organization, but of a full-fledged territorial nation bent on expansion. ISIS has made it abundantly clear that they will not countenance peace, that they intend to dominate all other nations and will never recognize another nation as its equal.</blockquote>
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The attacks upon our French allies in Paris have changed the situation drastically. As members of NATO, we are obligated to come to France’s defense. Therefore, as soon as I have finished speaking, I intend to call a joint session of Congress and ask them to declare that a state of war exists between ISIS and the United States.</blockquote>
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I do not take this action lightly. If the last 14 years have taught us anything, it is that the American people do not relish the roles of conquerers and occupiers. We prefer to leave others in peace and live in peace ourselves, often at great risk or cost to ourselves. But this, ISIS will not have. In light of their intransigence, it is better to stop them while they are relatively small rather than allow them to grow larger and more dangerous. War will come, whether we like it or not; the only question is when and what size foe we will face.</blockquote>
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Let me be clear: this is not a war on Islam itself. I spent much of my childhood among Muslims whom I knew to be good and decent people. Many of our own citizens are Muslim. Indeed, the vast majority of ISIS’ victims have been Muslim. I call on American Muslims to demonstrate their loyalty to this country, and non-Muslims to treat them with the respect you would show any other compatriots. Your neighbors are not your enemies. Nor are many of the people in the regions we intend to invade. Our enemy, rather, is any person who identifies as a subject of ISIS’ caliphate or bears arms on its behalf.</blockquote>
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American soldiers have a long tradition of protecting civilians from harm. I will direct our troops to continue this tradition. Unfortunately, civilian casualties cannot be completely avoided. Innocent people will be hurt and killed despite our best efforts. For this I take full responsibility, and may God judge me for it as He sees fit.</blockquote>
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Our men and women in uniform have been through a great deal in recent years, in Iraq and Afghanistan. Against our wishes, we must call on them once again to place their bodies between their beloved home and an enemy who would destroy it. I thank them for their service and honor them for the work they are about to do.</blockquote>
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I call on Americans of all faiths to join Michelle and me in prayer for the safety of our troops and a quick end to this war. Thank you, and God bless and defend the United States of America.</blockquote>
Joelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02238001380092215123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11954704.post-81696523866696860122015-11-10T06:43:00.000-08:002015-11-10T15:44:38.127-08:00The perfect liberal candidate<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;">
He’s black. He grew up poor and knows what it is to depend on welfare and food stamps. He’s a healer and a man of science. He’s owned by no corporate interests. He doesn’t shrink from war, but he’s no hawk by choice. He’s a reconciler, speaking kindly and peaceably to people on both sides of the aisle. He believes strongly in free speech, freedom of religion and freedom of the press. He has a passion for higher education and wants to see it funded for poor students.</div>
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In short, he’s exactly what liberals have said all along they want in a president. If Dr. Carson gets the nomination, voters on the left will have to choose between being genuine liberals and being Democratic party loyalists. So far, it’s the latter. </div>
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