April 03, 2012

The Hunger Games is Watching YOU

In which we shall see: First, a movie review. Second, some socio-political commentary (more on the socio, less on the political) with a healthy dose of self-flagellation. Seriously. (You never see a good flagellation these days.)

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                                                              Picture from The Hollywood News

I'm not a huge fan of The Hunger Games trilogy - which is to say, I read and appreciated the books, but did not get particularly invested or Twilight-y about them. I think they've got some fascinating ideas and pertinent warnings, and that Suzanne Collins did an excellent job with the storytelling. They're also such a MASSIVE presence in the States that it was a bit of a surprise when the movie came out and I found that most of the people I know hadn't read and were even barely aware of the books, let alone the movie. (Most of my friends, to be realistic, probably fall into that 'between' zone that comes in the middle of 'teens'/'YA target audience' and 'older readers who've rediscovered/jumped on the YA bandwagon'.) After all the buzz and the generally good reviews that came with the opening weekend of the film, I decided to check it out. I wasn't really sure what to expect, as the books had been plenty disturbing on their own.* I headed over to a matinee with a friend who'd heard of but not read the books, and who asked (in his customary way) if I would 'sum up (the backstory) in a Tweet'. Surprisingly, I found that I could. This is one series that you don't need to have much context for (dystopian, autocratic government, yearly subjugation of population with fight-to-the-death reality TV) in order to follow along.

And I thought it was an excellent movie. (Although I thoroughly enjoyed this contrary review by someone who's opinion - and writing skills - I very much respect.) I liked the look of the majority of the movie, I thought several of the performances were excellent (although, Gale? Oh, dear. I hope Liam Hemsworth got at least some of the same acting genes and not just the 'bulk' genes that his brother got... fingers are crossed for the next movie). Even the shaky-cam didn't bother me after the first few minutes - I think I may have been desensitized by the Bourne films. Yes, it felt very true to the book, but in a way that acknowleged skillfully that a good movie adaptation is going to have to move and squeeze and cut some things in order to get the highly detailed world of the book onto the less-detailed (odd as that may sound) world on the big screen. No, it wasn't art, but there were some beautiful, effective shots; in part I think I appreciated the experience more because it was better than your typical summer popcorn flick. (I also think the music is pretty great.)

No, I didn't 'like' the movie, I wouldn't say I 'enjoyed' it - I was far too aware of the actual nature of the action and themes and content to enjoy it, and I am glad that I was engrossed in the experience without forgetting to be disturbed by it. I'm also glad that the movie wasn't more graphic - I read the books, after all, and I'm much 'happier' (if that's the right word) with my mental perception of the killings than I would be with seeing them acted out. Again, I was plenty disturbed already. Any more, and I would have shut off from all of it completely. I like that it wasn't glossy enough to lump me with the Romans cheering for the gladiators, and not 'gritty' or realistic enough to try to convince me it was reality TV or a documentary. For me, the balance was good, and I appreciated that.

However...

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You ever have one of those moments when you realize you've been completely, stupidly naive? The older I get, the more they seem to happen - which in a way is a good thing, because it means you're really THINKING about things. I was shocked to hear, in a few different articles, about people who have been Tweeting their disappointment over the casting for a few of the parts in The Hunger Games; specifically, using black actors for the parts of Rue, Thresh, and Cinna. Bottom line, of course, is that these Tweeters are stupid. They're not complaining about lack of talent, they're complaining about skin color - and a few of them go on to sniffily try to justify their complaints by wondering if the movie production team actually read the book. The book, The Hunger Games, in which Rue and Thresh are described BY THE AUTHOR as having 'dark brown skin.' (Cinna, incidentally, is not given a biological - racial? Skin-based? description, so anyone complaining about the movie casting messing with the book is, again, just plain stupid.)

A few weeks ago I had a conversation with a friend of mine about an interview with Morgan Freeman that was making the rounds in which he says the key to ending racism is to 'stop talking about it'.** I agreed with him, and told my friend that I didn't think racism was such a problem anymore because the younger generation had grown up knowing better - or at least not knowing that it was an issue; that it WASN'T an issue because kids today didn't know to talk about it as if it were something that needed to be solved. People are people now, I argued - skin color is just a fact and not a point of concern. She disagreed with me. I was surprised then, but I'm not now. Now, I'm horrified and appalled and more than a little disgusted with those who think the movie was 'ruined' because the 'producer[s made] all the good characters black.'

First, I'm honestly disgusted that people would feel this way, regardless of how the characters were described in the book. (None of the Tweeters seem to be upset that blue-eyed English rose Jennifer Lawrence, described in the book with straight black hair and olive skin, which generally brings to mind Hispanic, Mediterranean, or Native American genotypes, was cast as Katniss - I'm not particularly upset, as I think she did a fine job with the part.) I don't understand how anyone can think that skin color affects talent or story-telling ability, I really don't. (In fact, I thought the main scene with Rue was the most emotionally effective - I cried - in the entire film. That little girl was fantastic.) Really, movie or book or job or guy sitting next to you on the bus - I don't understand how people can feel this way. I've understood that racism has to be taught; I'm shocked, but have to acknowledge that somehow, people are still teaching it. How is this possible?!?

A. Dor. A. Ble.
 Second, I am truly mystified as to WHY anyone who does have that particular belief would blog, Tweet, or publicly talk about it. I understand and accept that people are entitled to their own beliefs, repugnant as they may be to the general population, but you have to be a complete moron to express a bigoted perception in the Internet age and not know that others are going to pick it up, pass it on, and flail you alive. How can you NOT know that you are being racist, a bigot? And if you do know, why would you SAY it?!? I just don't get it. Seriously. You are as foolish and self-deceptive as those in Suzanne Collins' books who watch The Hunger Games for fun and entertainment. Of course the world is watching you. That is what the Internet IS.

So - I recommend the movie. I recommend the books. I'm going to go read them again, and think a little harder about what we don't want the world to turn out to be. I don't know what the answer is, the way to stop people teaching others to be racist - but at least now I'm more aware, now I will think about what I can do (since I've become a little less naive) - like blog, maybe - to try to make sure the world doesn't get stupider. Not on my watch.

Falling turtles ahoy! Pay attention.

Cyd





* It really is a credit to an author to have written a series of books that are socially and politcally relevant, full of unlikeable and completely disturbing content, and still totally compelling. (The Twilight books, for example, are two out of three, AND Collins is a better writer. Sorry, Stephenie.)

** The link is essentially a summary of the interview - there are other, more complete, versions.

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March 28, 2012

Signs

I meant to post this video yesterday, and I forgot. Then I remembered.

 

Simple, direct communication (plus a few guts) - it's the way to go. Shakespeare's all very well and good, but when it comes to relationships let's just SAY IT, okay? (And have fun!)

(Linked via my new 'obsessing-over' blog: A Blog About Love. One of these days - ooh, Spring Break! - I'm going to sit down and go back through the entire blog - there are lots of posts, but they've actually only been writing since September - and take notes. AND APPLY THEM TO MY LIFE. Amen.)

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March 25, 2012

Books and Blogs and (A and) B-Movies

I've been hearing and thinking about this quote quite a bit lately: 'Write the book you want to read.' And I think I have a related corollary: 'Read the books you wish you'd written.' There are so many books and so little time (relatively speaking) that we just can't afford to read things that are lazy, or stupid, or derivative, or just bad for us. I remember also hearing sometime ago that you should never read a book that's less than a year old - and while there are still some authors that I like and trust and whose work I'll buy the minute it's released, in general I think that waiting is a good strategy. That way there's time for hype to settle, and for something to pick up Amazon reviews (I'm also trying not to read things that have less than 50 generally positive Amazon reviews, as I do a whole lot of my reading through my Kindle these days - ooh, and if a novel that's only a couple of years old is free for the Kindle, there's generally a very good reason for that, with a few exceptions... TANGENT) and you can really make an informed decision about something you're about to commit a good chunk of your time too!

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So I have this former student (well, she's not really my student, she's one of Phaid's students that I briefly taught and think is fabulous) who used to take a lot of teasing (PATRICK) for not believing in 'love'. It was really great, therefore, to see her post a link to A BLOG ABOUT LOVE: A Love Story with the preface: 'THIS. It's real, it happens, and I want my own.' She happens to be gorgeous, smart, talented, funny (obviously, we have a lot in common) and we have a similar taste in websites (particularly fashion commentary) so I figured this would be something extraordinary... AND IT IS. And she's absolutely right. That's what I want, too. (Kristen, if I stumble across any potential British candidates I will certainly send them your way - and if you run across any applicable older men let me know, -K-?)

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I saw The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, which was charming and delightful, with my friend Gemma last night, who is also charming and delightful. I'm fairly sure we were the two youngest people in the audience. (Also, The Decoy Bride, starring Kelly Macdonald and David Tennant, is not nearly as terrible as the critics made it out to be. It's not particularly good, but it's not horrific, either. And there are some good one-liners. And the scenery's great. And David Tennant.)

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I wouldn't mind a good sheep-stealing raid every now and then, myself. (Sorry. You'll just have to watch the film.)

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March 21, 2012

Ghent Over Here

Okay, I'm tired. That's my only excuse for such a terribly punny post title. Sorry. (I'm not changing it.)

It really is awesome to be able to say: 'Oh, I'm sorry I missed it. I was at a conference in Belgium.' BOOM. The academic community is a very funny place - the organizers were thrilled that around 200 people signed up for the dramaturgy conference, and many of those were intelligentsia who had actually published books on dramaturgy and theatre. The rest of  us plebes in attendance were the ones who had purchased their books. (I think I may have made two of the speaker's months - maybe years - when I asked them to sign the book they had written. It was pretty funny, actually, how flattered they were. Now I just have to actually read the book!) The relative sense of things gets all out of whack in academics, as well - one of the speakers (the opening speaker, actually) is a noted long-standing expert on theatre theory, and all the other speakers clearly held him in awe - nodding to him when they referenced one of his works in their presentations, making weak jokes in his direction, generally gushing with big eyes and straight faces. The flip side is that he's actually one of my lecturers here in my program(me) at Kent, and He. Makes. Me. Crazy. SO MAD, every seminar. Such a big-wig 'expert', and such a lousy teacher! I'll just say it. I don't care if his teaching style is 'very French'; contradicting yourself regularly, asking a question and then not allowing students to answer it, forgetting to listen to actual contributions while supposedly 'encouraging' discussion - none of these are effective methods for running a stimulating classroom. The Germans have got it going on - Hans-Thies Lehmann, author of 'Postdramatic Theatre' and another recognized Very Big Theatre Deal, is ALSO a phenomenal lecturer/seminar leader. The French (name withheld, since he is in fact a very nice person) need to Step. It. Up.

Oh, wow, that was a nice little solar flare of a tangent - in other news, today was the last seminar of my program(me). It's all research and performance projects from here on out!

Anway, Ghent. Apparently it's 'Gent' in Belgium - I have no idea where the extra 'h' (or 'haitch', if  you're British) came from. Possibly the same place as the extra 'i' in aluminium and the 'ta' in disorientated. Gent is a charming little city on a river with a castle, several cathedrals, a couple of universities, and a remarkable disinclination to feel claustrophobic even though the buildings are all piled on top of each other. It might have something to do with the fact that every house and shop is a painted a different color/uses completely separate decorating materials - the British have a tendency to make things look the same, but the Flemish seem to be pretty defiant about changing it all up.


Lots of houseboats on the canals, and it was interesting to think about living on one. For about five minutes, anyway.


The conference was fine - lots of very smart people talking about theatre, so that's always fun. Had a great time with the crew:

Helen, part of our original Kent gang before she moved away for a semester in Gent; Phil the Sage;
and the lovely Phoebe (just ask her about the 40 Belgian truckers and chips on the ferry. I dare you).


Thursday was just beautiful, so we went to the main 'square' to hang out with a few friends.

So. Many. People. Evidently they don't see the sun in Belgium much more than they do in England!

The food was a trip (and an intercultural experience, if you will):

This Italian pizza place specialized in Indian food with an extensive buffet.
I didn't know that was an option. (At least the pizza was tasty!)

I forgot to get myself some Belgian chocolates, but I managed the Belgian chocolate mousse!

The smallest bar in Ghent - yes, that's the whole thing. FYI.
(I had some really salad-y mint tea.)

And there was the castle: Gravensteen, the Castle of the Counts. (Dun, dun dunnnnnnn!)

Welcome. Come on in. So homey.

'Well, we got the place for the view...' Towers and roofs and more towers, oh my!

And in an effort to be really cultural, instead of just touristy-cultural, I stopped by the Fine Arts Museum before getting on my train to London. Lovely, imposing, bristling with art and culture...


... and all I really saw was the TARDIS in tile on the floor of the front entryway. Honestly, how was anything inside supposed to top THAT?!?

I am, symbolically, stepping inside. The TARDIS, not the art museum.

As you can clearly see, we love Ghent/Gent. (I will NOT forget the chocolate next time.)


March 20, 2012

Sing With Me

Ever wondered what it's like to sing in the Canterbury Cathedral? Well, wonder no more! I provide you with video-on-the-spot snippets from our concert on March 10!

First up is the orchestra, warming the room, bringing order out of chaos (or so says Haydn. Go with it).


The next one is the most dramatic moment in musical literature EVER WRITTEN, which is awesome, and you can hear me pretty well (for which I apologize).


Okay, so as it turns out you can't hear me at all, because blogger wouldn't let me upload the actual video. But this is just like what you would have heard and seen, except that our conductor is female and we were singing in English and it was the Cathedral and not a rehearsal room. Also, all the altos were behind me, so the balance was a little strange. But other than that - just the same!

Let's see if you can hear a little of the soprano...


I don't actually know what that clicking sound was. My pacemaker, maybe.

Okay, here's some friends (orchestra types) hanging out in the green room (otherwise known as 'The Crypt' because it's, well, a crypt) before the performance:


Gemma on basson, Chris on viola(? I think?), and me being very hard on the vocal cords.

I kept a close eye on the basses - we were standing on what seemed like a very rickety structure, and from that high up you definitely wanted to know who to aim for landing on should the choir take a tumble.

Right there in the corner? That's called 'context'.

Seriously, Haydn's Creation is about as much fun as you can have with classical choral music. And if you can arrange to sing it in an 800-year-plus-old building (I took the tour, I forgot already), so much the better.

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March 05, 2012

Sunday Snippet(s)

Last week (a week ago yesterday) was Ward Conference, and there were some good thoughts I wanted to share:

From the Stake President - The difference between being 'good' and being 'excellent' is in the ability to interpret the promptings of the Spirit, and to follow the guidance the Lord sends. We can generally be good and do good things, but when we really tune in and pay close attention to the direction the Lord sends, we can be excellent and do excellent things.

BE EXCELLENT.

(Like I was going to miss a chance to post this. Please.)

From the Stake President 2 - We must live now as they do in the Celestial Kingdom so that we will fit in when the time comes. Serve others not to get into the Kingdom, but to stay happily once you arrive.

We had a good day yesterday, as well (except for the outbreak of gangrene in my Sunday School class, but we got through it.) (Don't ask.) In Sacrament Meeting (I played - at least I was ready!) I waited for the 'push' to go up and bear my testimony... and then it occurred to me that I really didn't need to wait. I could bear my testimony whether driven to it or not, and it might be even better if I didn't wait. So I went.

The girl who spoke after me had a great way of putting things: she quoted Doctrine and Covenants 78:19 (“And he who receiveth all things with thankfulness shall be made glorious; and the things of this earth shall be added unto him, even an hundred fold, yea, more.”) and then added, 'Psst... I want to be glorious. Thanks, God!' She went on to say that while she was thankful for all her blessings, she was also thankful for the things that aren't so good because those are indications that the Lord trusts her to change and improve the not-so-good parts, to endure with faith, and to see it all through to something better.

And also to do Family History.

(I've got to get on that.)

And then I went home and watched Doctor Who, read my lesson for next week, and worked on my presentation for this week's seminar. Not bad.

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March 03, 2012

Downton Abbey Rap

I couldn't think of a clever post title, and really, what it is says it all. I never thought I'd be linking a rap song here!



From the artist's website:

'Downton Abbey is the kind of thing that you hear about, and you’re all like, “That sounds terrible.” And then even one of your best friends won’t shut up about it, and then you have to fly to Seattle and see that the first season is only $9.99 on iTunes (God bless you PBS), and you watch it on the plane, and get completely obsessed with it. And then you’re calling your friend and saying things like “I’m at the part where Matthew Crawley is investigating the entail for Lord Grantham, and the Dowager Countess finds out about it,” and you realize you’re whispering because honestly, what the HELL are you even saying? Anyway, enjoy it.'


Good times.