Aquaman…Coming soon …
Aquaman…Coming soon …
To say that this was a stressful week would be an understatement.
We must speak out. We must stand up. We must stand strong. We must walk through. We must bond together. We must embrace each other. We must appreciate differences. We must support justice.
We must be good civil upstanding citizens and we must vote.
We mustn’t tolerate violence or discrimination.
We must understand.
Most of all, we must love.
Unless history is learned from, history has proven to repeat itself.
May we learn and vote appropriately.
(OBTW, this little musical number is dedicated to a certain blogger that just adores musicals.)
As far as the movie goes, I wasn’t very familiar. We rented the movie on iTunes and watched it during the Academy Awards Show since it was a nominee. Wasn’t a flick I really had an interest in seeing.
Then again the universe works as it should and I watched it. Beautiful film of innocence, love and understanding.
But then there is this:
I haven’t been moved by a piece of music like this in a long while. The movie awakened many a distant memory and revived many a treasured emotion. It’s theme song, this song, reminds me to be forever grateful for all the love that has ever touched my life. Love that lasted, love that was lost, love that maybe never came to be and even Love that hurt.
Mystery of Love – Sufjan Stevens (Call Me By Your Name)
I’ve decided to add the Academy Award performance of this beautiful tune that I missed while watching the film.
Yesterday we flew from San Diego to Ft Lauderdale. We being Fearsome and myself.
The Better Half had recommended a movie called Patti Cake$. His reccomendation was a good one.
Diversity, acceptance, love, inspiration and adversity in a refreshing reality. Well filmed, acted, directed and edited.
The above Video is a blend of movie clips assembled into a music video of an original tune this flick gives us.
Highly reccomended film. Two mustache tips up on this one!
Danny, come play with us.
Bette Midler – I Put a Spell on You
LBJ led this country through a turbulent time helping us to become a higher, better society. May we find inspiration in those who strive for justice, compassion and equality. May our society again soon recognize the value of true leaders, leaders who challenge us to grow, improve, serve, understand and respect.
…get out and dance!
To me the opening scene was one of Hollywood histories best ever openings and one of the best ever musical numbers. Why yes I think it is right there with both Gene Kelly’s Singin’ in the Rain and American in Paris Ballet. It is simple, diverse and mesmerizing.
Today I found this:
Turns out it is no accident that I appreciate this scene.
I’ll start with my childhood dreams…
This is something that I have never shared publicly and actually only to a couple very close friends. I always wanted to be a dancer. Not just any dancer. A chorus line dancer.
As a child I fantasizes about being in the line up, as you will, behind the star. I wanted to be part of a great team of dancers that functioned as a fine tuned, well choreographed group. We would be great and famous the world over as a troupe. I didn’t want to be a lone star out there by myself hogging the spotlight but sharing it with an incredible team.
I can still remember the day when I overheard my parents arguing and my dream was crushed. I had asked my mother for dance lessons. She and dad were having a horrible argument and the part that stands t was my father yelling back at my mother that he wasn’t having it. He wasn’t having it because dance lessons would make his son turn into a goddamned faggot. The words burned into my brain as my dream died. I secretly had news for him, I already was a faggot. I never had a dance lesson.
Life took me elsewhere. Although I never had the dance lessons and my dream of being in a chorus line never materialized, my life has been and still is absolutely amazing.
To say that I lean toward Pollyanna isn’t an understatement. Don’t mistake me for perfect though, I have my down moments. Wow do I. The key is moving beyond the valleys in life and looking for the joy no matter where one is. Be thankful, share, love, appreciate, laugh and dance. No …maybe we won’t all get out in the middle of a packed freeway and dance, but we can find a good song and sing it behind the wheel. We can smile at the person in the car beside us. We can let someone in front of us who maybe needs to get to their child’s school as they have a little one waiting.
I still have another 40 and maybe even fifty years ahead of me. I can take a dance lesson. I can encourage a child to follow their dreams. I can donate time or money to help someone realize a dream that would otherwise be lost. I can create beauty and share joy.
There is way to much adventure to be had and beauty in this world that I have yet to experience. Thus when I find myself stuck, be it stuck literally or figuratively, I can get out and dance. Life is just another day of sun!
Now for that complete dance scene one more time…
Tears of joy still flow each and every time I see it.
One of the rarest occurances in baseball hitting for the cycle. Hitting for the cycle is simply one player hitting a single, a double, a triple and a home run all in one game. Hitting for the cycle has only occurred 307 times in the history of Major Legue baseball since the first recorded in 1882. A feat more rare than a cycle is a no hitter. A no hitter is a pitcher completing a full 9 innings without the opposing team achieving a single hit which has only occurred 289 times in MLB history. The perfect game (no hitter ever even reaches a base) has only been achieved 23 times in MLB history with the rarest occurance being hitting for the cycle in perfect order only happening 14 times.
This happened Tuesday:
Wil Myers landed The Padres their second cycle in Padres history. He hit a single, a double, a home run and finally, at his 8th inning fourth at bat, a triple. The triple is that hardest one out of the four to get.
I love baseball. I love the ability for a player to have a fresh start each and every time a bat is picked up.
The cycle is quite the achievement. Think about it. In most games a player only gets 4 at bats or 5 tops. Many games a player will have not even achieve one hit in a game much less four. Consider that in 140 years of Major Legue baseball more than 210,000 games have been played with at least 9 hitters (more than 1,890,00 total) getting an average of 4 at bats…that’s more than 7,560,000 at bats.
Congratulations Wil Myers on cycle #308.
Baseball truly is a field of dreams. One must dream the dream first and then it will come. It will.
Quiet Beard Fearsome is of recent. I’ve been busy (no excuse) and haven’t allowed Fearsome any time to think. He’s a bit miffed at me.
Tuesday we flew to the east coast in order to attend one of my Real Estate seminars in Richmond Virginia. Friday we rented a Hyudia Elantra and drove ourselves through blinding rain to the old home stomping grounds of Roanoke.
Aboard the friendly skies of United to Richmond via Newark the handy dandy iPad Pro entertainment system treated us to two notable flicks. The first feature is a classic that I had missed along the way. Pedro Almodovar’s Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown …
What took me so long to see this film? Needless to say Fearsome loved it! I’m going to follow up by purchasing it. Entertaining, campy, hilarious, fast paced, twisted, visually gratifying and memorable are just a few of the adjectives that pop into my head. It is highly recommended by both of us and therefore gets two mustache tips up.
Tip: if renting from iTunes it will default to the dubbed version. The dubbing is terrible. It at least allows one to hear the priceless lines in ones own native English… if English is ones native tongue. After which both of us highly reccomend re-watching with its original Spanish soundtrack which one can choose in the iTunes menu and also choose the subtitles in several convenient languages. Fabulous! Period.
Feature number two? You ask? A heartwarming documentary by the name of Chicken People.
Quirky, funny, interesting, endearing and enlightening come to mind. The human experience is an facinating adventure. Learning about interests other than my own through such an entertaining film as this little gem is a treasure. I simply adore being eccentric and therefore love other’s eccentricities.
You guessed it right if you predicted another two mustache tips up on this highly reccomended flick.
…who can sing. Jake Gyllenhaal sings Sondheim? Who knew?
I’ll never forget the first time I saw this film, Fearsome would never let me. He was but a close cropped goatee at the time but none the less he has always loved good cinema.
This scene is classic.
It is fun to see how those with high opinions of themselves react to truth is it not?
It’s time we all reach deep inside and pull the superhero within out for greater good.
Hollywood makes many films of many genres, storylines, subjects and styles because all of us have different taste, likes and attractions.
Why? Why do they? Why do I make this statement? Because not all films that you like, will I like and vice versa.
A lot of people seem to like a film by the name of Manchester by the Sea.
Fearsome and I? We didn’t.
After watching this film the word that first comes to our mind is ‘Tedious’.
Manchester by the Sea is a tedious film that moves slowly, relies heavily on camera angles/lighting, has flat characters, and left us feeling like “What’s the point?” We kept waiting for an epiphany, change or something to happen but it doesn’t. Just doesn’t.
We understand that apparently The Academy and possibly many of you reading this may have a different opinion. That’s ok. We all have different taste and this flick simply wasn’t our cup of tea. Thus we give Manchester by the Sea two mustache tips down.
Other than it starring Meryl Streep, we hadn’t heard much about a flick named Florence Foster Jenkins.
We adored this little diddy. Both Meryl Streep and Hugh Grant seem to thoroughly enjoy their roles. We thouroughly enjoyed watching them. The story is fun and quirky. The film well done. The pace is fast and enjoyable. The characters grow and mature. Overall just good entertainment.
Love, courage, laughter, care, hope, warmth and a true story of eccentricity all rolled together into a couple hours of fun. We give this film two mustache tips up. It truly is our cup of tea.
Which one is your cup of tea? Inquiring beards are always interested to know.
I love travel.
I love my home.
I met a dear old friend at The Gateway theatre in Ft. Lauderdale to see a certain musical that takes place in a certain SoCal location.
Unfortunately the opening scene is yet to be found in the clips. Just the song will have to do. And it does fine. From the moment this song started until the very end of the credits a warm feeling filled my heart as Fearsome absorbed the joyful tears and covered the smile beaneath his oversized mustache.
This movie is beautiful. This movie is Los Angeles. This movie helped me to realize that Southern California is my beloved home. I may not have been born here, but this is home. Seeing this flick while sitting in a comfortable and familiar theatre in my home away from home only cemented that I am a Californian to the bone.
We cried, we laughed, we smiled, we loved, we dreamed, we hoped, we accepted, we enjoyed.
The movie made me us homesick. Now we are home. We are home in San Diego just south of LA. A place who just lost their football team to LA, but we don’t care. Our home is Southern California. Realizing we love San Diego so much makes us realize we love Los Angeles as well. We love where we live. Homesick is actually good. A movie that can evoke such deep intimate feelings is good.
I love to travel. I love to come home.
I am home.
Another day of sun. Just dream.
In memory of a very talented lady.
Thanks Debbie for sharing your talent, smile and energy with all of us. Godspeed.
Debbie Reynolds April 1, 1932 – December 28, 2016
“If you can’t laugh at yourself, you just ain’t getting how good life can really be.” ……..Fearsome Beard
Make ’em Laugh, one of Hollywood’s classic moments.
Donald O’Connor – Singin’ in the Rain -1952