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Month: September 2010

Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps

“Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps” opened and it is, indeed, a fitting sequel to the 1987 film. Oliver Stone’s revisiting of greed and corruption on “Wall Street” comes to us at a time when we have just dodged the bullet of a second Great Depression (or have we?)

The film opens with a scene of Gordon Gekko’s (Michael Douglas’) release from what is billed as Otis Federal Prison (actually Sing Sing) in 2001, after 8 years behind bars for insider trading and other financial misdeeds while working on Wall Street. When Gordon’s personal belongings are returned to him, the huge cell phone is the most anachronistic object. It is huge, by today’s standards. He walks outside to find no one waiting for him. One imagines the scene to be analogous to what would occur if Bernie Madoff were ever to be released from prison.

The backstory involves Gekko’s purported desire to reconcile with his daughter, Winnie (Carrie Mulligan). He says several times, “Winnie’s all I got left.” Unfortunately, Winnie has not talked to Gordon in several years, apparently the result of her feeling that, had Gordon been there, her brother Rudy would not have died of a drug overdose.

These scenes must have cut very close to the bone for the veteran actor. His brother Eric died of a drug and alcohol overdose on July 6, 2004 at age 46. Couple that with the recent incarceration of Michael Douglas’ only son Cameron for trafficking in meth and you have a man who can relate to the scenes he plays opposite Academy Award nominee Carrie Mulligan as his daughter Winnie

With the recent announcement (Aug. 16, 2010) that Michael Douglas has Stage 4 throat cancer many of the movie’s lines take on added significance, such as this one: “Time is the priority, not money.

Shia LaBoeuf as Jake Moore is in love with Gordon’s (Michael Douglas’) daughter Winnie and has proposed marriage to her. She has accepted. He is a trader on Wall Street and she runs a left-leaning liberal blog called “The Frozen Truth.” To a veteran movie-goer like myself, I consider it noteworthy that, when Jake (LaBoeuf) wants to break news to the world, rather than going to the “New York Times” like Robert Redford did in “Three Days of the Condor” or to the “Washington Post” in “All the President’s Men,” he goes to his girlfriend Carrie and lets her break the story on her blog. (Maybe there’s hope for my www.WeeklyWilson.com blog, after all!).

The best thing about this film is the script, written by Allan Loeb and Steven Schiff, based on the original characters from the 1987 film created by Oliver Stone and Stanley Weiser. With the excellent lines that have been scripted for them, all the actors give tour de force performances. All are genuinely convincing right down the line, starting with Douglas, LaBoeuf and Mulligan and moving on to Josh Brolin as  bad guy trader Bretton James, veteran character actor Eli Wallach as “Jules”, Frank Langella as Jake Moore’s elderly mentor, and too many other veteran actors and actresses to mention each by name (Oscar-winner Susan Sarandon plays a small part as Jake’s mother and Sylvia Miles has an even smaller part as a real estate agent.

Here are a few of the lines from the film that will give you its flavor:

Frank Langella, as Lou, the old trader at the fictional firm Keller Zabel, which seems to have been modeled on:  “It’s no fun any more.  It’s just a bunch of machines telling us what to do.”

On September 15, 2008, IRL (in real life), Lehman Brothers filed for bankruptcy following the housing and credit crash on Wall Street. It was the largest bankruptcy filing in U.S. history, with Lehman Brothers holding more than $600 billion in assets. The U.S. government turned a deaf ear to pleas for help from Lehman Brothers to help it remain afloat. Later, however, the government decided that AIG was “too big to fail’ and bailed out that financial institution (and several others), using U.S. taxpayers’ money. In this fictional account of recent history, Lehman Brothers is represented by the fictional firm of Keller Zabel, whose shares plummet from $79 to an offer of $2 made to old hand Lou (Frank Langella), a low blow, which, in filmdom, is engineered by bad guy Josh Brolin portraying trader Bretton James. There are many pseudonyms for real Wall Street firms in the film. There is the fictitious Churchill Schwarz (Goldman Sachs?) and the nefarious Locust Fund, as well as Hydra Offshore Oil, which is LaBoeuf’s pet project to turn water into a substitute for oil.

At one point in the movie, Jake Moore (Shia LaBoeuf) asks Michael Douglas’ character of Gordon Gekko, “Are we going under?” Douglas responds, “You’re asking the wrong question.” Jacob says, “What’s the right question?” And Gordon responds, “Who isn’t?”

Telling old hand Lou (Frank Langella) that “Your valuations are no longer believable” drives him to commit suicide, and much of the rest of the film is about Jake’s desire to exact revenge for his mentor’s death.

The scene in the college auditorium where Gordon Gekko (Michael Douglas) is lecturing has been in heavy rotation on televison ads for the film, and it is a good scene. Among other things Gordon says (courtesy of scriptwriters Loeb and Schiff), is: “You’re the NINJA generation:  No income. No job. No assets.” Gordon also repeats his mantra that “Greed is good” and says, “Now, it seems, it’s legal.” He says that “Only 75 people in the world know what they are talking about” regarding Wall Street traders and says, “Greed got greedier…The beauty of the deal; no one is responsible because everybody’s drinking the same Kool Ade.” He also says, “The mother of all evil is speculation” as he comments on “borrowing to the hilt.” Listening to the cancer-stricken Douglas (Stage 4 throat cancer) call the Wall Street situation “systemic, global…it’s a cancer” hits home.  Phrases like, “He’s (Lou) one of the toughest guys who ever wore shoes” also resonate, as Shia LaBoeuf relates how Lou (Frank Langella) saw to it that he got a scholarship to Fordham.

Another great soliloquy:  “Money’s a bitch that never sleeps, and if you don[t keep one eye on her, you may end up with it gone forever.” Susan Sarandon is run in as a nurse-turned-realtor who has been making money flipping houses and is constantly turning to her stockbroker son to bail her out as the market crashes.  At one point, Shia says to his mother, “What’d you think:  it was just going to shoot up in perpetuity?” as he writes out checks to his mother for $200,000 first and, later for $30,000 he barely has, at that point. When Shia LaBoeuf reveals that Bretton James has just offered him a job with his firm, Douglas says, “You just rocketed to the center of the Universe.” A later stunt by Jake to get even with Bretton which involves spreading rumors that are not necessarily true leads Douglas to warn LaBoeuf that, “You induced others to trade on information you knew to be false,” warning him that this, too, is a crime punishable by the SEC (Securities and Exchange Commission).

There are several metaphors for the fragile yet brutal nature of Wall Street trading, including a framed tulip photograph and a painting that is supposedly by Goya. As a seasoned movie-goer you know that, sooner or later, one character or the other will smash either the framed tulip picture or the Goya.

I enjoyed the line that Douglas has when Jake Moore comes to him and tells him that Bretton James “screwed me.” Douglas replies, “Shocker.” Not too heartening is Douglas’ line, “They (greedy traders) never die. They just come back in different forms.”  Here’s another good one from Gordon Gekko (Douglas):  “When choosing between 2 evils, I always like to try the one that I haven’t tried before.”

I genuinely liked this movie (although it didn’t hold my interest nearly as well as “The Town” that is out now), but there were 2 things that I didn’t like that much. One was the music, with original music by Craig Armstrong and Bud Carr as the Executive Music Producer. (The music in “Up in the Air” with Rick Clark supervising was infinitely more appropriate). At the end, the song playing over the credits is reggae-influenced, which seemed somehow out of synch with the world of Wall Street. The other thing that disappointed me was one of two reconciliations that takes place at film’s end. I don’t want to ruin the film for those who have not yet seen it, so I’ll just say that one seemed appropriate and consistent with the character portrayed and one seemed contrived.

A recent line from George Clooney’s “The American,” scrawled on my notepad, seemed to fit this movie, too. “You are Americans. You think you can escape history. You live for the present.” Too true.

Hasselhoff Bites the Dust on DWTS

www.associatedcontent.com/article/5813450/the_hoff_dancing_to_sex_bomb_didnt.html

That is the link I posted in advance of the elimination of David Hasselhoff on “dancing with the Stars” on Tuesday, September 21, 2010.

As a postcript to Monday, September 21st, 2010 “Dancing with the Stars” elimination round, David Hasselhoff was cut from the dancing competition. I think the headline of the article I posted (prior to the actual results being announced) said it all. The Tom Jones “Sex Bomb” song selected for David to gyrate to was just embarrassing. Yes, he’s a good-looking older guy, but both he and Florence Henderson seem to be trying too hard to be “hip” and “with-it.”

As he was announced as the eliminated contestant, the Hoff declared that he felt this might be some sort of “pay-back” for his stint on “America’s Got Talent.”

The performances by Santana, at one point accompanying Daughtry and at another, when playing “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” accompanying guest vocalist India were quite entertaining and the opening dance number by the pros was worth watching.

My favorite moment: when Mike “the Situation” Sorrentino announced to no one in particular that he didn’t even know there were roads from Alaska to Los Angeles. As the host said later, “We’re not just a dance show; we’re a geography lesson.”

It’s quite apparent who has the talent in this show. It’s hard to believe that weeks and weeks of votes are going to be required to select the “best” dancer. Of course, let’s not forget the year that Mario Lopez lost to a football player who was infinitely inferior in dancing ability, so “Let the best man (or woman) win” doesn’t always pan out on these competitions.

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The Tall Ships in Chicago at Navy Pier

These three ships were lined up alongside the dock a few days after the arrival ceremonies.Recently, 30 to 50 “Tall Ships” sailed to Chicago and assembled at Navy Pier. It is an event that happens infrequently—-not for at least 4 years or more— and, when these old-fashioned sailing ships all assemble, tourists flock to the site to take their pictures, as I did. I know from my friends in Pub Quiz Trivia Room on AOL that some had set out from England to make the journey.

Unfortunately, to actually stand alongside the ships will cost you $15. To climb onboard, as you see happening with one ship, will cost you even more. To park your vehicle for a weekday in the Navy Pier parking garage will cost you a flat rate of $20 and, if it’s a weekend, it will cost you $24.

Red Sails in the Sunset.

I rode my bike to Navy Pier and you will have to forgive the fact that the shots are from further away on the Pier where we freeloaders could take the shots without ponying up $39 just to park and take a couple of photographs.

You can see the passengers aboard this Tall Ship.

Ship with Chicago skyline in background. A replica of the Mutiny on the Bounty ship was among the Tall Ships, but not on display this day. The ships stayed only 4 days.

Summer Movies: 2010

With Labor Day in the rear view mirror, we can officially say that summer is over. I went to a lot of summer movies, but here I will try to separate the wheat from the chaff. In some cases, I couldn’t get to a few that I really wanted to see (Winter’s Bone, The Pat Tillman Story).

Early in the summer, I missed an opportunity through CinemaChicago to see The Kids Are All Right for free. I regretted it then and I regret I now. It seems to have become the only pure breakout independent hit movie of the summer, and I am much more about small, independent character-driven films than giant Transformer type fare, (although I did trek down to the Chicago River and do some on-the-spot reporting from the Chicago sets of that film sequel shooting in the Windy City.)

George Clooney in "The American" shoots and misses.The last film-of-summer I hurried out to see was George Clooney’s The American. Contrary to the good review Roger Ebert gave this Anton Corbijin (a Dutch director) film, it was a total dud. Unless you like interminable shots and discussions of weapon assembly that go on for hours (which feel like days), pass on this one. I got the feeling that Clooney…who, as we all know, has an estate in Italy…just wanted to stay close to his Lake Como digs and make a few bucks filming in places with names like Castelvecchio and Castel del Monte. Those of us who are big Clooney fans (count me among that number) and really enjoyed “Up in the Air” and “Syriana” and “Michael Clayton” and “Good Night and Good Luck” were sucked into the vacuum that this film represents.  “Rolling Stone” magazine (September 16, “Arthouse Vs. Grindhouse”) described The American as “a film of startling austerity” (read boring) and “remote to a fault” (read boring). There were 5 of us who attended this movie together, 3 of them male. The snoring began almost immediately. George’s anguished driving scene merely made him appear constipated; not his finest acting hour Very disappointing film.

Then there was Get Low, which was almost as slow-moving at times, but done with spectacular attention to detail. How can you not like watching Robert Duvall play a scene opposite Bill Murray portraying a pencil-mustachioed undertaker? The plot, (for most of you who will miss the film), was supposedly based on a true story and involved the eccentric Duvall, who lives in the woods and is considered a crackpot, trying to arrange to host his own funeral while he is still alive. [Be sure to arrive at the beginning so you don’t miss the scene of the unknown stranger jumping out of a burning house.] It is only at the funeral that we learn that Duvall has actually summoned everyone in the county to the celebration so that he can confess to crimes of the heart committed many years ago. With able acting support from Sissie Spacek as a long-ago sweetheart, Lucas Black as Buddy, Gerald McRaney as the Reverend Gus Horton and Bill Cobbs as the Reverend Charlie Jackson, I have to admit that I thought about this film for days after I saw it, appreciating the lovely cinematography (Director Aaron Schneider is better-known as a Cinematographer) and the spot-on period piece music (“I’m Looking Over A Four-Leaf Clover,” “Blue Skies,” a Bix Beiderbeke piece). There are some great lines. Bill Murray: “I sold 26 of the ugliest cars in the middle of December with the wind blowing so far up my ass I was farting snowflakes into July.” Robert Duvall:  “There’s alive and there’s dead and there’s a worse place in between that I hope you never know nothin’ about.”  Murray again:  “That’s one thing about Chicago. People know how to die.  They drown. Get shot.  Whatever it takes.” This film was only showing at 570 sites, according to “Entertainment Weekly” and its take was far below that of the summer’s blockbusters, but it was a fine film from Director Aaron Schneider, who previously won an Oscar for his cinematography work. It shows in this film and I wouldn’t ever count Robert Duvall out in the Oscar acting category.

Big Blockbusters of Summer:

There’s no question that Inception and Toy Story 3 were the films to smile about this summer. Inception will be nominated for numerous Oscars, and has raked in $270.5 million (“Entertainment Weekly,” September 10, The Chart, p. 75).  Toy Story 3 has done even better, with a take of $405.7 million. Both of them great films.

Other films that were enjoyable include The Other Guys with Will Ferrell and Mark Wahlberg as unlikely crime-fighting partners. The fact that Ferrell’s character drives a red Prius (“I didn’t know they put tampons on wheels” is one put-down from the film) and that Wahlberg’s cop is known as the guy who shot Derek Jeter are just a few of the comic touches. Brooke Shields’ husband Chris Henchy and Adam Mckay co-wrote. (Look for Brooke in a cameo appearance, sitting next to Ferrell at a Lakers game.)

Cyrus with Noah Hill, John C Reilly and Marisa Tomei was a nicely acted comedy with some depth. It depicted the unhealthy relationship that has emerged between a divorced mother and her adult son. A great supporting performance by Catherine Keener as Jamie (Who can forget Keener shouting, “Check, please!” in Being John Malkovich after John Cusack’s character tells her he is a mime?) Unfortunately, Jonah Hill also was part of Get Him to the Greek this summer, an attempt to cash in on crass comedy of The Hangover variety. Russell Brand did a good job portraying a prima Dona rock star, but the low humor killed it for me.

I came out of The Switch feeling sorry for Jennifer Aniston…and not just because Angelina Jolie ran off with Brad Pitt. It wasn’t a bad film, depicting, as it does, an unmarried independent career woman planning to give birth by means of artificial insemination. The best thing about the film was co-star Jason Bateman portraying Anniston’s long-time neurotic male friend Wally Mars (Anniston to Bateman:  “You’ve got to hide your crazy at least through the appetizers.”) The plot, as most will know, involves Wally switching the sperm sample Cassie plans to use for making a baby, which gives rise to a little Wally (child actor Thomas Robinson, who didn’t cut it, for me). The inevitability of Jennifer’s character Cassie and Bateman’s Wally eventually ending up together is a foregone conclusion. My husband objected to having to go to “a chick flick.” I have read reviews that trumpeted the film as “the end of Jennifer Aniston’s film career.” I think that is a bit harsh and overly dire for what was a pleasant-but-predictable film with some good acting from the principal characters (including able support from Jeff Goldblum as Leonard, Juliette Lewis as Debbie and Patrick Wilson as Roland, the sperm donor). However, there is no question that it was uncomfortable watching Jennifer Aniston play a more-or-less close to her real life character’s situation: an attractive, independent female who hears her biological clock ticking and is becoming desperate. Desperate is never fun.

I saw Dinner for Schmucks and found it much better than the trailer the advertising gurus chose to use to promote it (see previous Associated Content article).

Here are the films I purposely avoided and am very glad I did:  The Expendables, Eat Pray Love, Sex in the City 2, The Last Exorcism, Prince of Persia, The A-Team, Jonah Hex, The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, Step Up 3D, Knight and Day, Killers, The Twilight Saga: Eclipse.

Here are the films I saw and could just as happily have missed: Iron Man 2, The American, Journey to Mecca (IMAX offering). Count these as disappointing.

Here are the films I caught and am glad I did:  A Piece of Work (Joan Rivers documentary), Toy Story 3, Inception, Get Low, and Cyrus.

Here are the films I am going to make sure I see before Oscar-time:  Winter’s Bone, Despicable Me.

Happy movie-going to us all!

Dale Chihuly Glass Artwork on Display Near Nashville on Cheekwood Estate Until Oct. 31, 2010

Born in 1941 in Tacoma, Washington, Dale Chihuly was introduced to glass while studying interior design at the University of Washington, from which he graduated in 1965.

After graduation, Chihuly enrolled in the first glass program in the country at the University of Wisconsin, a program founded by Harvey K. Littleton. He continued his studies at the Rhode Island School of Design (RISD), where he later established the glass program and taught it for over ten years.

In 1968, Chihuly was awarded a Fulbright Fellowship to work at the Veninine factory in Venice, Italy.  While in Venice, Chihuly observed the team approach to blowing glass, which is critical to the way he works today.  In 1971, Chihuly cofounded Pilchuck Glass School in Washington.  With this international glass center, Chihuly has led the avant-garde in the development of glass as a fine art.  His work is included in over 200 museum collections worldwide, he has been the recipient of many awards, including 8 honorary doctorates and 2 fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts.

Sylistically, over the past 40 years, Chihuly’s sculptures in glass have explored color, line and assemblage.  His work ranges from the single vessel to indoor-outdoor site-specific installations (Schaumburg main library, for one), and he is best known for his multipart blown compositions.  His lielong affinity for glasshouses has grown into a series of exhibitions within botanical settings, enabling the artist to juxtapose monumental, organically shaped sculptural forms with beautiful landscaping, creating a spectacular integration of nature and art.

Nashville’s Lexus Dealership partnered with the Cheekwood Museum, a 55-acre-site endowed by the Maxwell House Coffee Fortune, to use 8,000 glass sculpture pieces from the Chihuly collection in 18 separate locations selected by Chihuly himself.

In addition to day-time viewing ($17 for adults; $12 for students; $12 for seniors), ending at 4:30 p.m., on Thursday and Friday nights the display is open for night-time viewing, with the spectacular pieces lit up.

This blue glass sculpture appears to be falling, but is actually floating.

Chihuly himself resembles an overweight, overaged pirate, complete with an eye patch he needs since an accident in England put him through the windshield of his car.  A bodysurfing accident also dislocated his shoulder, causing him to become even more dependent on his team approach.

There was even a lawsuit (settled out of court) against former team members Bryan Rubino and Robert Kaindl in 2006. The first HDTV show shown in this country was “Chihuly Over Venice” in November of 1998 and “Chihuly in the Hotshop” was syndicated to American Public Television on November 1 of 2008.

Called "The Sun," this piece stands 13 feet high and, until January of 2006, was exhibited in England's Kew Gardens.

This lavendar piece resembles a floral centerpiece.

Iceberg-like blue shapes, floating in a pond.

Lavender glass amongst foliage at Cheeksworth Estate.

Another gorgeous glass installation at Cheeksworth Estates.

Blue spikes, yellow curlicues and a statue add to the Chihuli effect.

Nashville, TN: Labor Day Weekend

Nashville's scale model Parthenon in Centennial Park.

We’re here in Nashville and have been visiting the Parthenon, a left-over from the Nashville Centennial Celebration and other points of interest.

There was a Friday night beer-tasting event in a park, similar to others held in 14 other cities. It was well-attended, and various beers could be sampled.

After the event in the park, we attended a concert by a group called “Westfolk.”  The band consists of lead singer Oscar Anthony of Chicago, who resembles Abbie Hoffman of the 60’s. On guitars and synthesizer is John Shaw. Brady Surface plays bass guitar, Ross Ridgeman helps with vocals and plays keyboards, Jared Ziemba and Houston Matthews on drums round out the group. We met Houston’s parents, who were in town from Little rock, Arkansas. Dad was frantically trying to Skype the concert “live” to Houston’s girlfriend in Los Angeles. Houston was definitely my favorite of the musicians and the last encore song was the best.

Tomorrow we plan to drive to a glass exhibit by the world renowned Dale Cihuly, whose last name I have probably just misspelled. Wish us luck!

On the Road

We’re on the road again. This time, we’re driving to Nashville for the Labor Day holiday.

The husband has purchased a brand-new Hyundai Tucson. He seems quite taken with it. I would have kept the Cadillac. I have found one nice thing to say about it: the color he selected looks nicer than it did online where it looked horrible.

We drove for 4 hours and are in Effingham, Illiinois.

You have to wonder, if “Effing” a euphemism, as when ex-governor Rod Blagojevich uses it? If so, how do the city fathers feel about the co=opting of their name by Hot Rod?

We watched “Get Him to the Greek” on the in-room movies. Rather crass, but not much else worth watching, unless we wanted to venture into the documentary about Joan Rivers’ life or “Life in Wartime.” It was a compromise pick.

Tomorrow, on to Nashville, TN.

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