January 4th, 2007

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Spamalot review, and, "Oops, I'm running late for work again"

It's gorgeous outsdie, the prettiest it's looked in days. Of course I walking to work today. Isn't that what higher transportation costs are all about?

Spamalot last night was fun, despite the fact our seats were so far up I felt like I was in another building. However, neither shadowdaddy nor I were too terribly amused by having jokes we'd heard a million times (both on film and by American Python fans) quoted on stage (except for maybe the French scene with all of the insults), the songs were generally not that witty, and most of the stuff they added was mediocre. Sure, yeah, disco Lancelot funny, Camelot as Casino with showgirls funny. I spent the entire "You've Got to Have a Jew" scene cringing, though. Is there some kind of trend for being ethnically/racially rude making you hipper or something? I mean, at least "If You Could See Her Through My Eyes" wasn't hiding what it's real attitude toward Jewish people was. At any rate, I was amused enough for what we'd paid, and wechsler was about falling out of his chair (doubtless in part due to suffering terribly from a lack of sleep the night before). I was thinking he was getting a lot more out of London since I moved here; he does ten times as much stuff now.

God, I'm tired, too, still drained from the weekend and not getting enough sleep. Tonight we're off to see the Pervert's Guide to Cinema at the ICA - anyone want to join us?
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The Pervert's Guide to Cinema

shadowdaddy and I spent three good hours of our evening on a movie which, in my mind, will give us ideas about films to watch and ways to look at and talk about cinema for years to come. The movie started with some fairly standard references - Marx Brothers, Charlie Chaplin, and a pile of Hitchcock movies - but added in extremely modern films such as The Matrix and Star Wars The Last, Please so it felt good and fresh. The movies ranged from highbrow (Persona) to low (The Exorcist and two of the Aliens movies). The narrator dropped himself into scenes (which was hysterical) and bounced from idea to idea so fast I could hardly keep up (and it's really hard to listen to someone talk when a baby monster is bursting out of someone's chest onscreen). Two that I remembered: the building as representing the mind, with the ground floor as the, um, conscious mind (Ego?), the top floor (where "mom" lived and the murders happened in Psycho) as the angry demanding Super Ego and the basement (where the scary things were hiding) as the Id (or something like that, he talked fast), a parallel he also used when talking about the Marx brothers (Groucho of course being the super ego).

The other one was on his extended discussion of sexuality. What I seem to recall is that man is attracted to woman insofar as she is an enigma, a repository of his desires (cue Solaris), but practically a living masturbatory tool (cue Lost Highway, we got Lynch over and over again). Women, meanwhile, experience their sexual heights as ... items to be narrated (while their partners struggle to keep up with their active imaginations). For God's sake, he all but said women are writing it up in their head (I assume for blogging) as they are doing it. I laughed quite a bit over this one, but what can I say - I think I'm ready to see Eyes Wide Shut.

It was, all in all, a great start to my movie watching year, and made me glad glad glad that shadowdaddy is here with me.
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