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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

A Paleontologist, A Lunatic, And A Leopard Walk Into A Bar

Today I'm doing a review for a comedy from the classic era. Hopefully you've heard of it. If your idea of classic comedy is an Adam Sandler film, well, let's just say I hate you.


“My dear young lady, I’m not losing my temper, I’m merely trying to play some golf.” ~ David
“Well you choose the funniest places. This is a parking lot.” ~ Susan

“Now it isn’t that I don’t like you, Susan, because, after all, in moments of quiet, I’m strangely drawn toward you, but… well, there haven’t been any quiet moments.” ~ David

“There is a leopard on your roof and it’s my leopard and I have to get it and to get it I have to sing.” ~ Susan


Bringing Up Baby is a 1938 screwball comedy from director Howard Hawks, teaming Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant in a madcap plot hinged on the unhinged. It takes two people who are completely unlike each other, throws them together in a story hellbent to drive them both crazy (one of them starts out as already crazy), and keeps the audience laughing as it goes along. While it was considered something of a flop at the time (Hepburn was considered box office poison when this was first released), over time, its reputation became much more appreciated, and these days the film is considered a classic.

Doctor David Huxley (Grant) is a paleontologist at a prestigious museum when we first meet him, working to finish up a brontosaurus skeleton, but missing one vital bone. He's a prim and proper sort of person, a bit of what today we'd think of as a geek, somewhat socially awkward. He's about to get married to Alice (Virginia Walker), who's determined that their whole marriage ought to be in service of his career, and that not even honeymoons or children should get in the way. He has a chance to secure a million dollar donation for the museum from a wealthy widow, whose lawyer he's having a golf game with. Out on the golf course, he meets Susan Vance (Hepburn), a flighty and off the wall heiress with a rather unusual perspective on logic. They bicker and banter over misunderstandings at the golf course and later when they run into each other again at a restaurant. David hopes he's seen her for the last time... but that's not to be, for the following day, his wedding day, just as he's taken collection of that last fossil, Susan calls him, saying she has a problem with a leopard... thus kicking off the rest of the movie, where David will question his own sanity while dealing with a woman who'll do anything to keep him around, an old aunt who thinks he's crazy, a leopard named Baby who likes a particular song, and a dog named George that won't stop yapping.


The screenplay by Dudley Nichols and Hagar Wilde is drawn from a short story by Wilde. They tailored the script specifically for Hepburn. Hawks had an eclectic mix of films to his credit as a director in the Golden Age of cinema. In the course of his career, classics like Only Angels Have Wings, Rio Bravo, Scarface, The Big Sleep, and To Have And To Have Not were some of his work, so he chose a wide variety of genres. In this case, he cast a mix of splendid character actors in supporting roles, and two leads who had marvelous chemistry onscreen. Hawks paced the film very well, so it moves along briskly. The filming was done partially in sets, but also with exteriors and on location; much of the portion set at an upstate estate were in fact location filming, so the sequences feel very much like a place as opposed to the conveniences of a set. It's also a film that pushes some envelopes for the era- such as Susan walking in on David while he's in the shower, or Susan's dress ripping down the back in such a way that David has to cover for her by walking her out in very close quarters.


The cast is wonderfully loopy in their various roles. May Robson appears as Susan's aunt Elizabeth, and she plays the role as the gruff, no-nonsense domineering aunt who thinks she has enough lunatics in the family. She's the sort of relative you'd change your name and move out of state to avoid. As the story goes along, she gets more and more annoyed, and you suspect as an actress, she's having a lot of fun playing that to the hilt. Charlie Ruggles appears as her neighbour Major Horace Applegate, a big game hunter. From the moment he turns up in the film, he's frequently befuddled by Susan's leaps of logic, David's inconsistencies to stick to his cover story, and the strange sound of an animal he knows can't be in the American northeast.


Barry Fitzgerald, the terrific character actor, turns up as Gogarty, a gardener at Elizabeth's estate. He's overly fond of a good drink, given to talking to himself, and tends to pick fights with policemen. It's a hilarious role in a film filled with off their rocker characters. Fritz Feld turns up throughout the film as a psychiatrist who keeps crossing paths with Susan and David. He too is perplexed particularly by Susan, and we're left wondering just how competent a doctor he really is. It's a fun role though. 

Virginia Walker must play the role of Alice as dour and not fun at all; from the start, the audience has to be thinking David can do a whole lot better. And my favourite among the supporting cast is Walter Catlett, playing the local chief constable, Slocum. He plays the part as a cantankerous, easily distracted cop who finds himself often going off on asides while talking, and thinking that he's stumbled into a major crime ring before the film is done. Catlett brings a befuddled, easily duped quality to the performance, and is one of the many reasons this film always gives me a laugh.


The two leads are the core of the film, and Grant and Hepburn are wonderful in their roles. Grant starts out as the awkward scholar, utterly uncertain of himself, and very gradually loosens up as the story goes along. He seems to evoke the work of the silent movie star Harold Lloyd in his performance, and as he goes from situation to situation, his dignity getting undermined at every turn, Grant brings out the best in David. His exasperation is brilliantly funny, and while his final fate at the end of the film might well land him in an insane asylum someday, at least it would be an enjoyable trip.



Hepburn is a marvel as Susan. She played more dramatic roles before this, and it's said that Catlett assisted her in how to play the character for laughs while being serious. Susan is a unique character in and of herself. She's seemingly a flighty sort of woman, with a strange world view who we suspect might be crazy (well, she is). But she's also a quick thinker, able to improvise on the spot, and utterly fearless. She and Grant bring the ideal chemistry to their roles, even while engaging in some truly awful singing (with backup from George and Baby). 


This film has over time become beloved as a classic, making it onto many lists of great films. It plays for laughs, but at the same time it's smart. Bringing Up Baby is a comedy classic that remains funny and fresh, a screwball film that leaves you laughing long after it's done, with a splendid cast and two leads that shine.  Have you seen it?




Monday, February 17, 2014

An Olympic Day In The Life Of A Cat

Some links before I get started today. Check out our joint blog for a new Snippet Sunday blog. Go on over to Norma's blog for an excerpt from her late bird's Sam point of view. And since today the cat takes charge for this blog, it makes sense to have other kitty blogs to check out, over at The Real Maple Syrup Mob and at Just Cats

Concluding these dog and cat look at the Olympics today, with the kitty's point of view. Stan Lee and Jim Starlin might want to have a word with me after it's all said and done. Not to mention Vladimir Putin.


7:20 AM. Awake and alert. Dreamed of sliding down the side of a mountain on a snowboard. Being chased by a dog on skis. I hate dogs.


7:32 AM. Well, staff, it's about time you got downstairs. Some breakfast would be ideal, as soon as possible.


7:40 AM. The staff surprises me this time. Instead of the field rations, she gives me tuna and a bowl of milk.

Are you trying to get on my good side for some nefarious reason? Such as a visit to that vile arch fiend you call the vet?


7:42 AM. Having breakfast. Still suspicious of the staff's motivations.


7:50 AM. The staff is having breakfast. I find myself looking out the window, staring out into the snow. 

It occurs to me that I can't remember the last day we had where there wasn't snow.


8:10 AM. Sitting on the front windowsill. Watching the snow falling. The staff has the television on. Somewhere in the distance I hear that barking idiot dog somewhere. I wonder if I can have him permanently banished to Siberia.


8:40 AM. The CBC is running pre-closing ceremony broadcasts for the Olympics. Lots of chatter about all that's been going on the last couple of weeks. 

I wonder if they're going to address the growing calls from Sweden to have Don Cherry apologize for his remarks a few days ago. 

I wonder if they'll tell the senile old loon to finally retire.


10:15 AM. The senile old loon is justifying his remarks about carpetbombing Sweden live on television, and says anyone who disagrees with him is an idiot.

 Wow. He really is out of his mind.

Someone needs to give him a smack upside his head.


10:35 AM. The stadium continues to be filled with spectators. The staff is speculating about the chances of the Russian Army Choir singing something called YMCA.


10:55 AM. Ah, there's Darth Vladimir, looking as grim as ever as he takes his seat.

He looks unhappy. Did a dog use him for a fire hydrant?


11:00 AM. And so we begin the closing ceremonies. Do we count the pre-ceremony broadcast in how long this whole thing will take, staff?


11:10 AM. The Red Army Choir is singing something weird and angry sounding. The translators are saying the polite version of the lyrics amounts to go screw yourselves, we're Russians.


11:15 AM. Peter Mansbridge is apologizing again for Don Cherry's earlier profane remarks about the Swedish king and queen.


11:20 AM. Mikhail Baryshnikov is getting beaten up by five Cossacks. Is this part of the show?


11:46 AM. Darth Vladimir rises to go up to the podium. The IOC president looks confused. Humans often look confused.


11:47 AM. Darth Vladimir is laughing. And not in a good way.


11:49 AM. Darth Vladimir is in the midst of a rant. Something about being the natural born ruler of the universe, demanding that the rest of the world bow down and accept him as their master.

Wow. Vladimir Putin is an evil supervillain. Hands up, was anyone surprised?


11:50 AM. Darth Vladimir takes out his secret weapon and puts it on his hand. Hey, wait a minute... that's the Infinity Gauntlet!

 I thought we cats had that thing safely contained where no human could ever find it!


11:52 AM. I look at the staff. She's staring at the television, looking stunned. Darth Vladimir says he's got the most powerful weapon on the planet, and he'll use it on everyone who doesn't fall in line. He says something about some guy named Thanos, saying he should eat his heart out now. IOC president looks horrified. Darth Vladimir laughs again, proclaiming that he's ruler of the world.

Rubbish. Everyone knows that cats rule the world.


11:54 AM. Someone emerges from the crowd, walking right towards Darth Vladimir. Hey, it's Lars Ulrich.

He strides right up to the podium, right past the Russian police, and stops right in front of Darth Vladimir. The entire stadium seems to fall into a strange silence. As if no one knows what's about to happen.


11:55 AM. Lars says nothing. Instead he's just glaring at Darth Vladimir. And glaring. And glaring some more.

And Darth Vladimir is starting to tremble and shake. And now he's crying.


11:56 AM. Wow. No one's ever going to take Vladimir Putin seriously again, now that six billion people all over the world have seen him cowering in terror and crying like a baby. Well, that's what you get when Lars Ulrich glares at you. 

Lars takes the Infinity Gauntlet away from Darth Vladimir. I look at the staff. She seems hot and bothered. Inspector Ulrich does that for her.


11:59 AM. Darth Vladimir is removed from the stage by some of his police officers. It looks like he lost control of his bladder.


3:45 PM. The closing ceremonies finally end. Well, we can't say it wasn't interesting. 

Note to self: never make Inspector Lars Ulrich angry at me.


11:05 PM. The staff is watching television news. Much to be said about Vladimir Putin's breakdown live on television. Much more to be said about the power of Lars Ulrich's glare. 

I bet Vladimir's regretting deciding to be an evil self absorbed supervillain now.




Saturday, February 15, 2014

An Olympic Day In The Life Of A Dog

Before we get ourselves started today, some links for you to check out. Yesterday Norma marked the 250th anniversary of the founding of her home city St. Louis.  The Square Dogs put in another appearance at Parsnip's blog. And behold Ralph The Cat versus The Red Dot.

Back into the Olympics again for my dog and cat, today starting out with the doggie's point of view....


7:25 AM. Waking up. Finding myself lying on my back with all fours in the air. I wonder why humans don't sleep like this. It's very comfortable.


7:40 AM. Good morning, human, how are you this fine day? How about some breakfast?


7:42 AM. Have wolfed down yet another delicious breakfast of kibbles. My human is such a good human too.


7:45 AM. The human lets me out for a run. She tells me the closing ceremonies will be on in a little while.

Wait.... the Olympics don't just last forever?


8:05 AM. Running through the snow, barking my head off. This should be an Olympic sport.


8:25 AM. Stop in to chat with Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. We compare notes on the Olympics. We agree that we don't like that Putin guy. He just seems evil. Plus that policy of rounding up stray dogs doesn't do him any favours at all.


8:30 AM. I bid farewell to Spike. My human is expecting me back early today.


9:10 AM. Back home. The human lets me in, and promptly subjects me to the perils of the Towel of Torment. Human! Just because I roll around in the snow doesn't mean you have to dry me off! I can dry off naturally by the fireplace.

And don't use that wet dog smell excuse with me!


9:40 AM. Watching pre-closing ceremony coverage with the human. She's pleased by how the Games have gone for our athletes. She's less than pleased with the guy she derisively refers to as Tsar Vlad. Or Vlad the Impaler. 

So it's not just a dog thing? Humans dislike him too?


9:45 AM. Human, is it true that the closing ceremonies can take longer than the Oscars? Because that ceremony takes weeks to finish, it sometimes seems.


10:05 AM. Watching more of the coverage. There in the background I see him near some of our Canadian athletes. The cranky Mountie.

I wonder if Lars has beaten up any entertainment reporters yet today.


10:15 AM. The CBC's letting that fashioned challenged old lunatic chatter. Don Cherry still won't apologize for offending all of Sweden by saying they should be carpet bombed.

The human thinks Don Cherry should be carpet bombed.


10:18 AM. Don Cherry's tirade is cut off just as he's launching into a series of profanity laced insults about the king and queen of Sweden. The camera cuts to Peter Mansbridge, who looks horrified until he recovers his composure.


10:40 AM. More footage of spectators going into the stadium. Reporters prattling on about empty seats and tropical weather in Sochi. Well, this is what you get for having the Winter Olympics in a place that's been warmer than Florida lately...


10:55 AM. Lots of last minute stuff going on as the reporters keep chattering away to each other. The human says they're filling time.


11:00 AM. Okay, looks like the closing ceremonies are getting underway. Finally. The human thinks it should only take nine hours to finish.


11:15 AM. The athletes are all busy filing in. The human remarks that whoever designed the uniforms for that country's athletes obviously is the same person who outfits Don Cherry. Speaking of whom, Peter Mansbridge tells us that Cherry's being taken under police escort to the airport for the first flight out of the country.


11:46 AM. This is strange. Vlad the Impaler is taking to the podium. Was he supposed to speak? I thought the role of a head of state in these things was limited to just sitting around and looking grim.


11:47 AM. Vlad the Impaler brushes aside the IOC President and looks out over the stadium. Then he starts laughing. One of those really evil supervillain kind of laughs.

Oh, this can't be good...


12:01 PM. Wow! I mean, that was just... incredible, wasn't it, human? That was a confrontation for the ages, and an amazing twist. I don't know how to describe it. I mean, if I were just a character in a story and the readers were being cheated out of being told what actually happened by my inability to actually say what happened, I think the readers would feel pretty annoyed with the writer right now. I mean, all that buildup and then not even explaining what happened? They'd want his head on a pike!

Oh, that's silly. I'm a dog, not a character.


3:45 PM. The closing ceremonies finally ends with the South Korean cultural performance and fireworks. Four more years til the next round of Games in South Korea... assuming that crazy little man in North Korea doesn't start a war there first.

The human thinks that crazy little man is just trying to overcompensate for being merely three foot four.


6:40 PM. The human gives me some dinner rolls in pasta sauce with dinner. Yum yum yum.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around what happened. That's something I'll remember the rest of my life. And how do I put it into words? 


10:45 PM. Feeling sleepy. Long day. Momentous events in Russia. The world will never be the same again after today. I think I'll go see Spike tomorrow and try to sort it out between us, understand just what it is that we actually saw. I feel sorry for anyone who missed it...


11:10 PM. The human is turning in early. Good night, human. Sweet dreams to you. I'll stay down here. I hope my dreams don't involve evil megalomaniacs with demonic laughs. Unless they get what's coming to them.