9/25/2010

Passive Aggressive Argument

I was at the corner of State and Jackson when I heard a passive aggressive argument.

First there was this homeless guy there. He was shaking his McDonalds cup that was half full with change. "Anything helps," he said. "Give a guy some money so he can get some food. Help a guy out. God bless you."

Second there was two men in button up shirts. One held a bunch of pamphlets and the other held a clipboard. "Help out the homeless," one of the man said. "Contribute what you can. We're doing our best to help Chicago's homeless population."

"Anything helps," the homeless guy said again. "Spare some change, please."

"We're helping Chicago's homeless," the man said. "Supporting them with food and shelter. That's what this money goes to. Not drugs or alcohol."

"I just need something to eat, folks. Please, help me out."

"Help Chicago's homeless."

"Excuse me, sir, do you have any change?"

It was too much for me. I didn't give money to either of them.

9/24/2010

Stranger Judgements

Whenever I see strangers on the street doing something I tend to make judgements about them. Then I realize how totally irrational the judgements are just moments after I've made them.

For instance: if I see a well-dressed guy animatedly talking with a big group of people, I assume that he's always well dressed and always talking with people. Whenever I talk with a grumpy attendant at the library I assume they're always grumpy. Whenever I see the theatre kids - the ones I talked about in the last post - I assume they're always ready to entertain, always on the spot, always singing and dancing like junior members from the cast of Glee.

It's really silly, but at least I know I'm doing it.

9/23/2010

Against the Door

My relationship with the theatre kids that dwell in their department's building is a tormented one. Some days their enthusiasm and peppiness is charming. Other days it comes off as sheer loudness, prompting migraines and gnashing of teeth.

I spent about an hour in the theatre building on Tuesday while I was waiting for my acting class to start. The other kids - actual theatre majors - were waiting for their class to start. (My thoughts toward them were leaning toward "migraine" more so than "endearing.") Finally, their class started. I had some quiet.

But then there was this thumping on the door right in front of me. Not really thumping, actually. Just this weird wiggling. Like somebody kept leaning up against the door over and over. And then I heard a cry of "Ahh!" and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

In hindsight those sounds might have been coming from the stage combat class taking place not too far away from me. But it very well could have been someone - more than one someone, actually - fucking against the door of one of the classrooms in the theatre building.

It went on like that for a little while. I kept wondering if what I thought was happening was actually happening. I thought, "I hope this is the closest physical proximity I ever am to two strangers having sex." (Don't ask me why I thought strangers; I'm not sure having two people I know having sex nearby me would be any more reassuring.)

At one point I contemplated opening the door to see what was going on in there. I imagined what I would say. I settled on something like, "Ah. I thought that's what you were doing. Continue," and shutting the door.

Eventually my class started, though. I never did get a chance to see anyone leave that room.

9/18/2010

For Our RSS Reader Friends

For those of you viewing this blog through a reader like Google Reader: you may or may not be aware, but you're missing out on the "Things of Note" sidebar on this blog.

The sidebar is more or less a collection of interesting things that I've found in RSS feeds that I subscribe to. It's updated much more frequently than this blog itself.
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For those of you who don't care about any of this: go watch yourself a short film, mmmkay?

9/16/2010

Communication Pressure

Over the past few weeks of having internet access in my apartment, I've come to the conclusion that having access to technology leaves me feeling a little lonely.

However, when I say lonely, I don't mean it in the really dire sense of the word. You say the word lonely to a person and the first things that come to their mind are really depressing images full of despair. Or an emo kid sitting in a dark corner of their bedroom. When I say lonely, though, I mean it in a lighter sort of way. It's more like a thought popping into my head like, "Huh. Shouldn't I be communicating with someone right now?"

It's sort of like carrying around an empty backpack. I don't know if you've ever done that before, but it's pretty weird. It's happened to me a couple of times before, and on each occasion I felt as if I was failing to fulfill the obligation of having something in the backpack.

Maybe lonely isn't the right word. Maybe pressured is a better one. Sometimes I look at my cell phone on the table and realize that I don't have any text messages. And I think, "Shouldn't I have a couple of text messages?" And then I shake the thought off and go back to whatever I was doing before that.

9/12/2010

Bikes and White Castle

Yesterday was a day of firsts. Actually, I think every day has its firsts. But two in particular come to mind.
  1. First bike ride in Chicago.
  2. First visit to White Castle.
I was a little worried about the first one. I'm generally a big fan of bike riding, but I've heard far too many horror stories about folks on bikes getting mauled by Hummers on the streets of Chicago. Never mind the fact that these cases are the minority; my mind has its preoccupations, facts be damned.

My friend Naomi accompanied me. She took her bike; I took her roommate's. My helmet was bright pink. It had a picture of a very pleased yellow elephant on it. Of course we had to run into people we knew.

For the whole bike ride I had a look on my face somewhere between intense concentration and extreme worry. The concentration, I think, is self explanatory; the worry was because I was pretty damn certain that I was going to die.

Eventually, though, I got a little more comfortable with the experience. As David Byrne notes in Bicycle Diaries, riding a bike gives you a very unique perspective on your surroundings. It also causes cars to honk at you much more, especially if you're on a bike that's too small for you, which results in a lot of wobbling in and out of the bike lane.

We did manage to make it to White Castle in one piece. And it was good.

9/11/2010

I Just Went Grocery Shopping

Grocery shopping here is a little weird in that using a cart is generally a bad idea. See, I don't have a car, so the fruits of my outings are generally limited to whatever I can fit into a bag. (Maybe two bags if I'm feeling particularly ambitious.)

Today I bought a sack full of things, including a container of croissants. I've recently learned that ham croissant sandwiches make a wonderful breakfast meal, so I've been stocking up. The croissants came in one of those plastic containers that they often put cookies or doughnuts in. It was the last thing to go in my bag.

As it turned out it fit in the bag in such a way that it made this mechanical CLICK noise every time I took a step. So the whole time I went from the grocery store to my apartment I was going CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK. One click for every step.

A lot of people stared at me. You could see the confusion as they got closer. First they wondered what the clicking sound was. Then they realized it was coming from me. But I don't think any of them came to the conclusion that the bag was the culprit.

I wonder what some of them thought. Maybe they thought I had a bomb. Maybe they thought I had a prosthetic leg. I'm pretty sure that this one really haggard looking guy thought I was a robot.

9/09/2010

A Dialogue Between Me And A Girl In My Class, Which At Some Point In This Post Veers From Actual to Purely Hypothetical

(Class break. THOMAS exits. CUTE GIRL is in front of him.)

THOMAS: I really thought what you said in class about submissiveness in relationships was interesting.
CUTE GIRL: Oh?
THOMAS: Yeah. I mean, submissiveness is usually viewed as a negative thing, but I feel like it's a reality of any relationship. And it's usually a mutual thing. One person's submissive at one moment, the other one in another.
CUTE GIRL: It's just a reality of any relationship, really.
THOMAS: Are you a freshman?
CUTE GIRL: No. I'm a junior.
THOMAS: Wow. You look a lot younger than that.
(CUTE GIRL says nothing.)
THOMAS: How old are you, anyway?
CUTE GIRL: I'm 20.
THOMAS: That ought to be interesting as you get older.
CUTE GIRL: Why not? Age is but a material thing relating to my corporeal form.
THOMAS: Oh. I just meant with regard to getting alcohol when the time comes.
(CUTE GIRL turns to THOMAS.)
CUTE GIRL: Why on earth would I do a thing like that to my body?
THOMAS: It's drinking. A lot of people do it.
(CUTE GIRL shakes her head, closes her eyes and slowly inhales. CUTE GIRL loses any semblance of cuteness and becomes PRETENTIOUS GIRL.)
THOMAS: Listen. How seriously do you take life?
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: Excuse me?
THOMAS: You heard what I said. How seriously do you take life? Because something tells me you take it very seriously.
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: Please. You don't need to drink to have fun.
THOMAS: I never said that. You're extrapolating that.
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: It's what you were implying.
THOMAS: Bullshit. I know a lot of people who don't partake in any substance use. And I find that very admirable. But here's the thing: they don't brag about it. They don't condescend others for it. You see what I'm saying here?
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: But it's such a juvenile, idiotic thing to do!
THOMAS: Yeah, it is. I'm with you on that. But listen: when's the last time you did something juvenile or idiotic? Is there even a juvenile bone in your body? Hell, do you even know the meaning of the word jovial?
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: I know what jovial means.
THOMAS: I didn't mean it like that and you know that. What I'm saying is that you strike me as the type of person who sees having fun as something shameful. You strike me as the kind of person who's very insecure. Someone who gets a semblance of confidence by condescending others - but see, it's only a semblance. And this is just my opinion - so take this with a grain of salt - but I think that one of these days, you're going to find yourself very, very lonely. And you're going to look back and go, "What happened?" And you're going to think about what I'm saying here. And you're going to start weeping. And honestly? I feel sorry for you for that.
(PRETENTIOUS GIRL is silent. Finally, she speaks. Her voice quakes.)
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: That. Is the most hurtful thing anyone has ever said to me.
(THOMAS is silent.)
THOMAS: I'm sorry. That was harsh. I don't even know you. Maybe you're just having a bad day or -
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: Fuck yes you don't even know me. Think about this. When you started talking to me, you were attracted to me, right?
THOMAS: Well, yeah. I mean, it's not like I was going to -
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: And now what do you think of me?
THOMAS: Uh. I think I've made that pretty clear.
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: What if I saw you and the first thing I thought was, "I have no interest in this person?" Maybe I have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Maybe I'm not interested in men. And maybe I didn't want to tell you those things. Maybe I'm not a total bitch. Has it occurred to you that this sort of thing might happen to me a lot?
THOMAS: That's modest of you.
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: Har-dee-fucking-har. See, I've found the best way to handle these situations. It's to act like the sort of person I'd never want to hang out with. And it works. I express my disinterest, and the guy who was interested in me completely changes his mind.
THOMAS: Wait a second. What about if the guy you're talking to is an honest to goodness douchebag. Someone who's completely agreeing with you.
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: Easy. I just feed him some bullshit about meeting him on the astral plane if our minds ever intersect.
THOMAS: Ah.
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: So let me just be honest with you: I'm not interested right now. Can you accept that?
THOMAS: I think we could have saved a lot of time if you'd just said that.
PRETENTIOUS GIRL: But I didn't even say any of this.
(PROFESSOR enters the room.)
PROFESSOR: All right. Let's get started again.

9/07/2010

School, Fritz

Today's the first day of school. As I was on my way to the El I saw a kid - probably about high school age - standing outside with his mom and dad. His dad was taking the kid's back to school picture. I smiled. Part of it was because the moment was sweet. Part of it was because I thought to myself, "God, I'm glad I don't have to do that again."

About a week ago I saw a man at the Jackson stop on the Red Line. He called himself Fritz the One Man Band. He had a cart next to him; a little boombox was lodged in it. He had incense burning and a bunch of stuff scattered on a nearby bench, including a Bible and a long viney plant. There were maracas attached to his feet, so he'd step rhythmically to the music. He was singing about Jesus.

I wish you could have seen it.

9/04/2010

Fall, Internet, Moving, Lake

Listening to The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan as I write this post. It's one of my autumn albums.

The summer/fall transition was pretty abrupt. We had ourselves some rain and then all of a sudden the next morning it was kind of chilly. This morning's even chillier than it was yesterday.

I finally have internet access in my apartment. Not having internet was kind of like a big experiment - an experiment that has finally come to an end. All in all it was a good experience, I think; it caused me to be a little more focused. Luckily I think I ought to be able to transfer that focus despite having all these wonderful things to distract me with now.

Coming across an open and free WiFi network in my pre-internet-in-the-apartment days was quite a treat. Now it's just kind of something I take for granted.

Jordan moved in a couple of days ago. The actual move-in process was relatively painless, though I think he had some sort of bug that kept him feeling kind of awful. The worst part was attempting to assemble the loft he had brought with him. It was a black wooden monstrosity that he picked up off Craigslist; it looked less like something to be assembled and more like a bunch of scraps. The assembling took place relatively late at night, around 11 PM or so. Eventually I had to butt out because I was just too damn tired. "But I want to know how it goes," I said. "Text me when you finally finish it." About forty minutes later I got a text saying that they weren't even going to bother with the thing anymore, which was probably for the best.

A couple of days before that I walked down to the lake. There happened to be fireworks at Navy Pier. There was this girl sitting not too far away from me. She looked terribly sad. As I walked away after the fireworks were done I looked at her and said, "I hope you feel better soon." She smiled and laughed, which I thought was a weird reaction.

Then I noticed she was wearing headphones. She probably had no idea what I said. She probably won't ever know what I said. That's too bad.

9/01/2010

Films of August 2010

My summer goal was to watch fifteen films a month, which I more or less succeeded in. Summer's now over and done with, and thus ends my little project. However, I really like writing these posts; it may become a regular feature. As for the films themselves:

Sunset Boulevard - This is only the second film directed by Billy Wilder that I've ever seen; the first was Some Like It Hot, which I talked about a couple of months ago. And let me tell you something: I really need to get to know this guy's work a lot better. This 50s-era film about a bizarre relationship between a struggling screenwriter and a former silent film queen is one of the most finely crafted films I've seen this year. The performances are all great. The cinematography is wonderful. And the screenplay is well worth studying; Wilder obviously had a penchant for masterfully introducing plot points and making use of every one that appeared on screen. And on top of that, it's got one of the best final scenes in the history of cinema. If you have a brain and some device capable of viewing DVDs, you have no reason not to see this movie.

The Apartment - I wrote my mini-review on Sunset Boulevard not long after seeing it. I really meant it when I said that I needed to get to know Billy Wilder's work better; one of the first things I did after watching Sunset was to move The Apartment to the top of my Netflix queue. Another great movie with more phenomenal performances. Shirley MacLaine steals the film in her phenomenal performance Fran Kubelik, a sweet but confident elevator operator that undoubtedly blew apart gender stereotypes upon the film's release. And on top of that, this is just a really sweet, well-crafted film.

Rebel Without a Cause - I don't know a whole lot about James Dean except for these things: he was in only a handful of movies, he died at a very young age, and he was very talented. Rebel Without a Cause definitely verifies that last one; his phenomenal performance is what holds this whole film together. That's not to say that the film itself isn't any good; on the contrary, it holds up very well. The themes of teen angst and father issues are well explored, although the latter one could have used a little more subtlety in its exploration. Even though the film loses its footing in its final act, in which the focus shifts from Dean's character to the much less interesting Plato, a young outcast, this is still well worth seeing multiple times. There's a lot that actors can learn from Dean's performance. Highly recommended.

Ghost - I'm not gonna lie: I have a tendency to pre-rate films before I see them. I mean, it's never anything set in stone; I think it's someone everyone does. "Oh, The Godfather? I've heard a lot about that one. I'll be surprised if it's not a five-star film." "Vampires Suck? God, I'm gonna hate that movie." My preliminary rating for Ghost was three stars - maybe two, really. But I was pleasantly surprised. Ghost is definitely a four star film. It may not have a lot of depth going for it, but the screenplay is incredibly well crafted; this might be one of the most well-structured screenplays I've seen in a while. On top of that, it's really entertaining. This one grabbed my emotions for sure.

The Kids Are All Right - This is the second film I've teared up in this summer. The first was Toy Story 3. And yes, this is the movie about the lesbians who have a family. I think that this in and of itself is a big novelty for a lot of people, especially some of the folks I happened to be in the theater with. (Case in point: the woman in front of me who giggled every time the kids referred to their parents as "the moms.") Honestly, though, this film isn't about lesbianism. It's about two people with kids trying to make their marriage work. That's all. Is the script amazing? Well, it's pretty good. But what sells this film is the performances. Everyone on camera in this film is on the ball, from Annete Benning to Julianne Moore to Mark Rufallo (who sure as hell better get an Emmy nod for Best Supporting Actor) to the guy who has a bit part as a hispanic gardener. The first twenty minutes had be skeptical, but when the lights came up, this movie won me over.

For All Mankind - Here's a more obscure one. It's made up of footage that NASA shot for various Apollo missions. Its director, a journalist by the name of Al Reinert, dug through hours and hours of said footage and created this visually stunning, surprisingly moving documentary. Yeah, there are some pacing issues, but the cinematography and images captured are both really phenomenal. The film subtly and masterfully addresses themes regarding humanity's place in the universe and our potential as explorers. It's hard not to watch this one without your jaw dropping, especially on Blu-Ray.

Winnebago Man - Before you go any further: watch this video on YouTube. You've probably seen it before - it's old as dirt - but if you haven't, you're going to be in for a treat. Okay. Watched it? Good. Winnebago Man is a documentary about the video you just watched. As far as filmmaking goes, there's nothing superb here. But when it comes to subject matter…well, that's a different story. Jack Rebney is a fascinating man. He might be one of the best documentary protagonists of all time. And on top of that, he's a hilarious guy. As one of the folks in this movie puts it, he's "everyone's angry grandpa." True that. True that.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World - The bloggers have been going crazy about this one for quite some time now. Now that the pre-release hype is over with, the focus of discussion online has more or less moved to one point: this film is great and yet it's faring poorly at the box office. I'm totally with most of my nerdy friends on this one; if you haven't checked out Scott Pilgrim yet, you're missing out on a really fun summer movie. But to those who are calling this one of the greatest films of the year: seriously. Chill out. Yes, this movie's hilarious and visually complex, but brilliant it's not. For a film that's centered around a love story, the onscreen romance comes up short. I'm not sure the film gave me any reason to be in love with Ramona Flowers, nor did it really explain what Scott Pilgrim saw in her. And yeah, the action scenes are great, but by the end of the film, they grow pretty tiring. By the time the final "true" boss battle rolls around, I was about ready for the film to be over. But this isn't me hating on Scott Pilgrim; on the contrary, you should support this film by going to a movie theater and seeing it if you haven't already. You'll have a lot of fun. Just don't confuse it for cinematic brilliance.

Zombieland - Jordan's been bugging me to see this one for a while now. It was well worth it. Entertaining stuff, although if you're looking for Romeroesque social commentary, you're going to be very disappointed. Luckily I knew better. A fun, mindless movie. No real flaws here, but nothing that would really make me want to buy it on DVD. (On a related note: based on Survival of the Dead, I'd argue that Romero doesn't even know how to do Romeroesque social commentary anymore.)

The Green Mile - I'm torn here. This film is three hours long. It contains some really solid performances and some truly iconic scenes. But there's a big problem: the first half of this film is really, really mediocre. Typically this isn't such a big deal, but that's more so if your film is 90 minutes long. Instead, viewers have to deal with an hour and a half of mediocrity followed by another hour and a half of near greatness, and the first half of the film comes very damn close to overriding the second's. There is a lot of wonderful things to say about The Green Mile, but damn it all. There was a lot of fat on this one that needed trimming.

Minority Report - Oh man. Where to start here. Well: the vision for the future here holds up remarkably well. Sci-fi has a way of dating itself very quickly, but there are some phenomenal details within Spielberg's conception of the future that are iconic. (Case in point: the swipey-swipey computer Tom Cruise uses at the beginning of the film - which apparently is now a reality.) As for the story itself: it had its moments of greatness, but all in all I have a hard time getting really enthusiastic about this movie. For one thing, there are moments of levity interjected throughout Minority Report that totally ruin the mood. It's like having sex with someone who's wearing a clown nose. (Unless you've got a clown fetish - in which case, good for you, I guess.) On top of that, there are some plotholes that could have easily been sidestepped (which I won't reveal here for the sake of spoilers) as well as one plot twist near the end that almost kills the film's credibility. And last but not least: there are some phenomenal themes here (fate vs. free will, the role of technology in our lives, the role of the government in our lives) that could have been explored *a lot* more that end up getting neglected. (I can kind of understand why that is, though; I think Spielberg wanted this film to be an action movie first and foremost.) That being said: this film is far from a failure. There's a reason that Spielberg is considered to be one of the most important directors of all time: he's got chops. There are some real moments of brilliance throughout this film. The rest of the film is by no means bad, but they pale in comparison to those flashes of what could have been.

The Baxter - This has been on my "to watch" list for a while, as it boasts Michael Showalter as its writer, director and star. The film's premise is very clever; it follows the archetype in romance films that Showalter dubs "the Baxter," a.k.a. the nice guy with a minor role who ends up being totally wrong for the female lead. Unfortunately, the premise is handled in a rather unexciting fashion. While it's all quite watchable, the film as a whole is rather unremarkable. Props, though, to both Showalter and Michelle Williams, the latter as Showalter's female counterpart. Both manage to be awkward in charming in an amazingly endearing fashion.

The Firemen's Ball - I think I lack context with this one. This was Milos Forman's last film that he made in his native country before fleeing after enormous government outcry over this film. I think it's supposed to be a prescient satire of the state of Czechoslovakia. Maybe it is, but I wasn't entirely sure how exactly it worked. Without that context, this film was just a short but forgettable look at bumbling firemen trying to run a party.

The Happening - I was expecting absolute horribleness from this film. I wasn't entirely disappointed; yeah, The Happening is a bad movie. But at the same time it's a comic masterpiece. There's a bizarre sense of humor that underscores this film that can't be entirely unintentional. Case in point: a scene in which Mark Wahlberg's character attempts to have a conversation with a potted plant. But I'm pretty sure this film is supposed to be a (mostly) serious thriller. And in that it fails. Still: check it out if you want a giggle or two. You won't be disappointed.

Peacock - This direct-to-DVD film shot in Iowa boasts a surprisingly impressive cast; however, when it comes to cohesiveness and solid direction/writing, it falls flat. Not a lot of new ground is explored here. Instead, Peackock relies on tiring tropes regarding multiple personality disorder. As an Iowan who heard about the filming of Peacock, I don't regret seeing this, but I'm not sure other filmgoers would be so kind.