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Monday, February 16, 2015

A Day In The Life Of A Dog

Some links before we get ourselves started. Norma posted the last of her Valentine's Day excerpts at her page. Parsnip had a Valentine's cactus. Lynn had a pop culture frenzy post. And Lorelei had a cover design post.

Now then, it is once again time for the dog and cat's point of view, starting, as I must, from the dog's point of view. Woof!


7:32 AM. Waking up. Dreamed about chasing rabbits. 


7:36 AM. Staring outside. Snow falling. We've had quite a lot of snow this winter. 


7:43 AM. Good morning, human! Top of the morning to you! How about we have ourselves some breakfast and get the day underway?


7:46 AM. Just finished wolfing down a bowl full of kibbles. Yum yum yum! 


7:48 AM. Say, human, how about I get out there for a run? I've got to see if there's any of those squirrels about, after all...


7:50 AM. The human opens the door. I dash outside.... and stop in my tracks. Boy is it cold. 

On second thought... maybe my daily constitutional is not such a good idea today. I'll just take care of some business and be back inside in a jiffy. 

Side note: who says the word jiffy anymore?


7:53 AM. Back inside. The human has the Weather Channel on. The forecaster is saying something about the Mother Of All Polar Vortexes. 

Weather forecasters are silly.


8:10 AM. Checking the temperature through the window. When was the last time the mercury got that low, human?


8:25 AM. Well, at least we've got a furnace and a nice fireplace to keep things toasty in here. I'll just stay inside all day and loaf about. I wonder if that cranky cat down the road will miss me. 


8:46 AM. I have decided it is time for a nap. Sure, I've only been up for an hour, but hey, a dog's got to do what a dog's got to do. And staring at that thermometer was getting boring. Now then, circle around three times and lie down. Good boy!


10:05 AM. My nap is rudely interrupted by the sound of the snowplow going by on the road out front. I bark, shrug, and decide to go back to sleep.


12:15 PM. Waking up again. Hmm, feeling a bit peckish....


12:28 PM. I manage to use my sad eyes routine to get the human to give me a couple of dinner rolls. Yum yum yum!


12:51 PM. An examination of the thermometer outside indicates the temperature has not gone up at all. If there's any luck, that annoying squirrel is dealing with a serious case of frozen nuts.


3:49 PM. Waking up from another nap. Hey, wait... did I miss the sound of the mailman's car driving by? I'll just have to give him a double barking tomorrow.


4:10 PM. The human is having tea. I manage to swindle her into giving me a couple of cookies.


6:06 PM. The local news is on. The weather forecaster looks very grave as she tells us the polar vortex isn't going anywhere. She then goes into an aside about something called the Donner Party.

Human, what's the Donner Party?


6:08 PM. The human mutters something about weather forecasters being gutless cowards, and heads into the kitchen to make dinner. 


6:46 PM. The human and I are having pancakes. She gets to have syrup with hers. What, don't you trust me not to make a mess? Well, anyway, it's very tasty.


7:05 PM. Stretching out on my back by the fireplace. Boy, I'm stuffed. Can't eat another bite. Unless by chance there's pie involved. Human, do we have any pie in the house?


8:10 PM. The human's watching curling on television. I really don't understand this sport. I mean, who moves big rocks around with brooms? Who thought this idea up in the first place? And why do so many Canadians find it so fascinating?


8:43 PM. I ignore the strange yelling coming from the curling rink and stare at the ceiling. What is the meaning of life? Why do squirrels exist? Can I have another cookie?


9:26 PM. The human turns off the television. I take the time to try to decipher the temperature on the thermometer outside. Human? I think it's gotten even colder.


10:35 PM. Staring at the wall. Staring some more. Starting to growl. The human asks what's up with me.

No particular reason, human, I just wanted to make you think I'm seeing something you can't see. 


11:02 PM. National news is on. The polar vortex is the big story. That David Phillips guy from Environment Canada is on. How many times this winter has he shown up on the news. His message for the day is "please don't send me hate mail."


11:43 PM. The human is turning off the lights to go up to bed. Have a good night, human. In case the power goes out, though.... will you come back down and start a fire in the fireplace? I like keeping nice and toasty when the temperature drops this far down.


Saturday, February 14, 2015

Round Up The Usual Suspects

Some links before I get started today. Norma has been posting romantic passages from her books in recent days; you can find them here, here, and here. Parsnip had a Square Dog Friday. Eve had some Valentine's free verse. Krisztina had a style guide for guys. And look here for what Ivy did to her husband's blog. If you haven't seen it, also check my photoblog, where at the moment I am featuring ice carvings at Winterlude.

Now then, today is Valentine's Day, and so I thought I would review a very appropriate movie for the occasion...


“Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.” ~ Rick Blaine

“I can’t fight it anymore. I ran away from you once. I can’t do it again. Oh, I don’t know what’s right any longer. You have to think for both of us. For all of us.” ~ Ilsa Lund

“I’ve often speculated on why you don’t return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds? Run off with a senator’s wife? I like to think you killed a man. It’s the romantic in me.” ~ Captain Renault

“Might as well be frank, monsieur. It would take a miracle to get you out of Casablanca, and the Germans have outlawed miracles.” ~ Ferrari

“You might as well question why we breathe. If we stop breathing, we’ll die. If we stop fighting, the world will die.” ~ Victor Lazlo

“Ilsa, I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand that.” ~ Rick Blaine


The 1942 classic Casablanca has a well deserved place as one of the greatest films of all time. A wartime romantic drama, the film deals with themes of love, courage, heartbreak, idealism, sacrifice, intrigue, and more in the North African city, and boasts one of the finest casts ever assembled for a movie. Based on an unproduced play, it was directed by Michael Curtiz (Captain Blood, The Adventures of Robin Hood, Mildred Pierce)The film won Oscars, and has cemented its status as a favourite film for many critics and filmgoers ever since.

The film opens on an ominous note, reflecting the history of the time- Nazi Germany having had overrun most of Europe, a flood of refugees seeking escape by whatever route possible. For the sake of the movie, some have come a roundabout way to Casablanca in Morocco, under the control of Vichy France. There they wait for exit visas to safer shores, in a den of corruption and despair, not knowing when they might leave. Two couriers have been murdered, with letters of transit stolen from them, letters that could be priceless to refugees seeking a way out. Authorities are busy looking for the killer, or killers, and the letters of transit.


Many of the city’s inhabitants come to Rick’s, a nightclub and gambling den run by an American expatriate, Rick Blaine (Humphrey Bogart). It’s a popular place, made more so by the band and the pianist Sam (Dooley Wilson), and Rick has a friendly rivalry with Ferrari (Sydney Greenstreet), a nightclub owner who runs several illegal enterprises on the side.  Rick himself seems something of an isolated loner, cynical and bitter at the world, thoughtless where women in his life are concerned. He never drinks with customers, and seems to have withdrawn from the world. A criminal by the name of Ugarte (Peter Lorre) turns up with the letters, asking Rick to hide them for him for a couple of hours. Others arrive as well; Captain Louis Renault (Claude Rains), head of the local police, is escorting a German officer, Major Strasser (Conrad Veidt), who’s suspicious of pretty much everyone, and Renault is looking for the letters. Ugarte is arrested as a display of Vichy competency, dying in police custody- Renault goes on to note that they’re not quite sure whether or not to chalk it up to a suicide.


Another complication has entered the picture: Victor Lazlo (Paul Heinreid), a Czech resistance leader wanted by the Nazis, has arrived in Casablanca, along with his wife Ilsa Lund (Ingrid Bergman), seeking a way out of the country. The Germans are determined not to let him slip through their fingers. Captain Renault is obliged to follow their wishes. And as it turns out, Ilsa has a romantic history with Rick.... and is the reason for his bitterness.


The Warner studio producer Hal Wallis acquired the rights for the play Everybody Comes To Rick’s after it had been recommended, a late 30s response by American travellers Murray Burnett and Joan Alison to the rise of Nazi Germany.  Four different writers were attached at various points to the project to turn it into a screenplay, and indeed when filming had begun, the screenplay wasn’t actually finished yet. Two brothers, Julius and Philip Epstein, are given the lion’s share of credit for the screenplay, with separate work done by Howard Koch and an uncredited Casey Robinson). Despite the multitude of writers and competing visions, the script as a whole has a refreshing unity to it. Curtiz was brought in by Wallis to direct when the original studio choice William Wyler was unavailable. Much of the filming was done in the studio, and the set crews evoked the busy atmosphere of a North African city and the tone of a nightclub with great detail. Curtiz had his cinematographer, Arthur Edeson, shoot the film with expressionist light and shadow, a standard in his films, and paid particular attention to the way Bergman was portrayed- she preferred her left side, so many of her scenes are shot from that angle.


The cast is outstanding, in every respect. Conrad Veidt was in fact a refugee from Europe, a German actor who had left Germany in 1933 when the Nazis came to power, and yet ended up playing Nazi officers in a number of films. He plays Strasser with arrogance and condescension, a jackbooted thug eager to do his part for the Fatherland. Strasser seems suspicious of everyone, lacks a sense of humour, and reminds one of a viper.  Dooley Wilson, playing Sam, has a good part. The character has accompanied Rick from France in the wake of the fall of Paris. He’s worked for Rick for years, considers him a friend, worries about him, and is loyal to him. It feels like Sam is the only one Rick can be himself around- when he’s drinking, miserable, and alone at his worst late at night, the rest of the staff is gone, but there’s Sam, the one person who understands. It’s interesting to note that while Wilson was a musician, he wasn’t actually a piano player, so the piano in the movie is the sound of another player. The voice, however, is his, and that rendition of ‘You Must Remember This’ is entirely his, and arguably the definitive take on the song.


Peter Lorre was another refugee from Europe who had left when the Nazis came into power, and was used to parts as criminals, eccentric loons, and oddballs. He had worked opposite Bogart before, in The Maltese Falcon, for instance. He plays the part of Ugarte memorably. The character is an opportunistic crook, a weasel you wouldn’t trust for a moment. It’s an oddball performance, but one that stands as a memorable character for Lorre. Sydney Greenstreet, who had spent most of his career on the stage before turning up on screen in The Maltese Falcon some years earlier, plays Ferrari. His character is a less sleazy version of Ugarte- he’s inclined to do some black market things from time to time, but he’s a crook who leaves the dirty work to others. There’s an amiable relationship with Rick- the two own rival nightclubs, but seem to get along well enough. Ferrari seems content to make a living in Casablanca, yet also seems to yearn to get his hands on the popular nightclub, leaving one to think of him as eternally greedy. Still, as was so often the case with a Greenstreet performance, he’s compelling to watch on screen.


Claude Rains gets one of the best roles, if not the best, of his career as Captain Louis Renault. The Frenchman is a womanizing, corrupt, and bemused official, seemingly laughing at the world. He’s charming where women are concerned and diplomatic where others are concerned, particularly with German guests. There’s a cynicism to the character too, concealing a well-guarded idealism and patriotism that we don’t see until very late in the game. You might not trust Renault- certainly not with your wife or daughter- until late in the film, but he’d be a tremendous fellow to sit down and have a drink with. The friendship he has with Rick, weaving back and forth as the plot unfolds, gives him warmth too, even as he finds his romantic plans with a desperate wife derailed by Rick’s re-emerging idealism. It’s such a compelling character, and Rains makes it that way.


One might think that Lazlo is something of a stiff, that he’s gotten a bad rap. The audience invests themselves in Rick and Ilsa, while Victor seems a bit on the outside. He might come across looking at him like that as the man more invested in his place in history, the resistance hero with much work to do, and a reputation to uphold- how much attention does he really pay to his wife? On the other hand, he wants his wife to get to freedom, is willing to return to concentration camps if it’ll ensure her safety. He does love her, and Rick knows it- just as he knows that Victor has been fighting the right cause while he’s withdrawn from the world. Paul Heinreid plays these aspects of the character in a multitude of ways, both in what he says and in how he acts. My favourite moment for the character is probably everyone’s favourite moment for the character: when he insists the band drown out the sound of the German officers singing by playing La Marsellaise. The music stirs every French citizen in the café in a display of defiance, and Victor is right there at the heart of it, leading them on. You can see, in that moment, why people would follow this man.


Ingrid Bergman, in a career of great roles, had her absolute best role with the poignant, bittersweet Ilsa. She finds herself torn between two men she loves, the husband she thought she lost and the man who healed her heart for a time in Paris- until her world was thrown up into upheaval. She’s a woman who keeps much to herself, but is wounded by Rick’s bitterness. It’s a bitterness that seems well warranted, and it cuts deep for her. It even fuels her desperation on the night she comes to Rick’s apartment for the letters of transit- is she there to shoot him or seduce him? I leave it to you to decide if they slept together that night (personally, I think they were). She has great chemistry with Bogart, and we can also see why her character would make a life with Lazlo. Bergman expresses so much with her eyes in this film-love, sadness, tenderness, regret- and ultimately the character finds herself sacrificing one love for another, and for the right cause.


When you look at Humphrey Bogart, the man had a career of great performances that really took off in the late Thirties and never looked back. Rick Blaine is his masterpiece performance. We find him a bitter, deeply cynical man when we first meet him, totally withdrawn from the world. He’s thoughtless where women are concerned, and at first glance, he seems to be harbouring a deep pain. The audience warms up to him during the flashback sequences in France, where we see a kinder man falling in love with Ilsa, and we feel his heartbreak when things go wrong. We can understand that kind of broken heart, so we can relate to him, and that makes the character so compelling. From there, then, the character re-emerges into the world, finding his idealism again, and Bogart plays that very carefully. One of my favourite sequences in the film has Rick helping a young couple to win big at roulette after the wife’s pleading, thus preserving her virtue and giving them a way out of the country. Rick might be losing money, but he’s doing the right thing, and it’s a moment that makes you feel proud of the character; it's his first awakening back to idealism. Ultimately, as his idealism reasserts itself, and he launches on his own plan, he realizes that being worthy of Ilsa’s love means he has to let her go. He knows her life must be with Victor, while his life is going to involve getting back to fighting for a good cause, and doing the right thing means giving up the woman he loves.

Casablanca is a masterpiece, a grand story that mixes together romance, drama, a hint of comedy, intrigue, suspense, and lots of subtext. There is much left to personal interpretation, and even the small moments between minor characters are filled with complexity. It is a film that never gets old, that is timeless and a true classic. It gives us love, sacrifice, honour, loyalty, and fighting for the right cause. To say it’s the best film ever made… is an understatement. 




Wednesday, February 11, 2015

The Con Man And The Prizefighter

Today I have a movie review. Odds are you haven't heard of this one. 


“You know the difference between a hustler and a good con man? A hustler has to get out of town as quick as he can, but a good con man... he doesn’t have to leave, until he wants to.” ~ Gabriel Caine

“I figured since I was taking all the punches, only fair you share some of the anxiety.” ~ Honey Roy Palmer

“Excuse me? Do I look stupid to you? Or have you people been breeding too close to the gene pool again?” ~ Fitz

“Dear Lord. Give us the strength to tear this man from limb to limb.” ~ John Gillon

“Okay, look. He’s bigger than you are, he’s tougher, he’s faster, he’s younger than you are. He hasn’t fought twenty two rounds today. But you remember this. You... are black.” ~ Gabriel Caine
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” ~ Honey Roy Palmer
“I don’t know. I mean, it’s... I’m trying to inspire you. It’s a Roots kind of thing. It’s a motivation thing.” ~ Gabriel Caine
“Well, you’re shit at motivation.” ~ Honey Roy Palmer


In 1992, Diggstown came to the big screen under the helm of director Michael Ritchie (The Candidate, Fletch). The film was an adaptation of a novel by Leonard Wise, a comedy about con artists, boxing, and a vindictive target, all set in a small Southern town. James Woods and Louis Gossett Jr. headlined the cast, with Oliver Platt, Heather Graham, and Bruce Dern in various supporting roles. 

The story opens up with Gabriel Caine (Woods), a prisoner in a Georgia jail, nearly finished his sentence for fraud. Prison has been profitable for Gabriel; he’s helped prisoners escape (though the cranky warden can’t prove it), and has made money in the process. His partner Fitz (Platt) is already working on their next scam, laying the groundwork in the nearby town, Diggstown.


Gabriel gets out of prison, comes to Diggstown, turns up at a boxing arena to watch local fighters sparring, and meets John Gillon (Dern), the local businessman who has the town under his control. Gabriel gets under Gillon’s skin in that first conversation, while Gillon shows just how tightly he wields control over the people living in town. Fitz, meanwhile, having had established himself in the area, is busy winning billiards games (while supposedly drunk) and fleecing bar patrons (including a young Jim Caviezel) in the process. When they accuse him of cheating, Fitz sets up the scam, revolving around the legacy of a local boxer, Charles Macom Diggs, who’s now a brain damaged recluse. He bets that a boxer he knows, Honey Roy Palmer (Gossett Jr.) can beat any ten local Diggstown men in a day- a bet that Gillon calls him on. And so the stage is set for a rather unusual boxing match, with the financial stakes rising between both sides.


Steven McKay adapted the novel, which plays around with Southern culture and features Northern con men coming in to make a score. It’s a screenplay that emphasizes character while weaving in humour.  Themes like greed, pride, revenge, and family get weaved into the tale. Men like Gabriel and Fitz might be smartasses and con men, but they do have certain principles- they’re really only out to scam the person who has it coming. They might be willing to cheat, scheme, and bribe along the way, but things like the truth of what was done to Diggs in his last fight, or assaults on supporting characters along the way- these offend their principles. These are con men with a streak of morality. They may be devious, underhanded swindlers, but we’re on their side precisely because the antagonist of the story is written as being much, much worse.  Generally speaking in the con genre of films, the rule is that the mark has to be seen as someone who deserves getting taken for all the con artists can get, and that certainly is the case in Diggstown. The screenplay is sharp and moves along briskly, with banter between the characters one of its strong suits. The friendship between Gabriel and Roy is the best example of that.


Ritchie brings the screenplay to life- Diggstown as a place feels very Southern, very much like a place where its leading citizen is feared and respected and understood to be in charge of all. It also feels like a place punching above its weight. It’s therefore surprising to know that  filming was actually done mostly in Montana. What stands out for me particularly is the way Ritchie stages the various fights that make up the latter part of the film. Roy’s very long day consists of different fights, and each of them are conveyed in new ways. Some are short, others are tough. Some are played for laughs... and others are quite serious. The choreography of the fights comes across as better than the overwrought Rocky fights, perhaps because of the underlying sense of humour mixed with suspense. Throughout, it feels like we’re watching boxing matches unfold, so there’s a strong sense of authenticity to the film. James Newton Howard, one of my favourite composers, did the score for the film, and gives us something unlike much of his work, a score that feels Southern and has a blues influence mixed into the orchestral elements, an ideal companion to the film itself.


Bruce Dern has had a long and varied career in Hollywood, one of these character actors who seems to never run out of work. His take on Gillon is a memorable one. Gillon presents himself as a Southern gentleman, a successful businessman and a leading light of his community. But just beneath the surface is a nasty streak. This is an egomaniac, a conniving and ruthless man who will go to any length to win. He’ll cheat, threaten, cajole, and descend to all depths of viciousness. Gillon is an unpleasant character when we get to know him, but Dern makes him compelling to watch.


Heather Graham turns up as Emily Forrester, one of the town residents, a banker who Gabriel enlists on their side after the untimely murder of her brother, a prison buddy of Gabriel. She’s sympathetic, particularly given the circumstances of the death in her family, and there’s an easy going chemistry between she and Woods as they get to know each other.


Platt is another one of those character actors who you can find in many different roles, and this is one of my favourite roles for him. His Fitz is a sneak and a cheat- something we find out pretty quickly by how he manages to keep playing pool so well even while drinking everyone else under the table. Yet he’s a charming sneak and a cheat, a fast talker and just what you might expect out of a con man. The character is not a fighter, though he certainly starts one unusual fight. When he sees a boxer in the ring who knocked him around in the bar, he suggests to Roy in a cheerful way, “Rip his tits off.” It’s a funny character, and Platt makes the most of him.


Gossett has had a widely varied career, including winning the Oscar for An Officer And A Gentleman. He was a few years older than the character when the film came out, but he still passed for the character’s age. Gossett certainly has the physical look and moves of a veteran boxer in the ring, still fast on his feet and still a dangerous man even at that age. When we first meet him, Roy wants nothing to do with cons anymore; he’s happily married, has a regular job, and is settled down. And yet he can’t resist having one more go at a con. The character is tough and tenacious, somehow finding the energy to keep going on through this unlikely bet. And at the core of it all is a basic empathy and decency, particularly where the broken down Diggs is concerned, when Roy learns what led to his brain damage.


Woods is a marvel as Gabriel Caine; he's one of those actors who could read the phone book and make it interesting. He’s rarely done straight comedy, but he’s right at home in the role. Gabriel is a smart ass, sarcastic, thoroughly charming, and wisecracking, but the character is also smart, clever, and resourceful. And he’s calm under pressure, even if that pressure involves threats from the hired muscle of the loan shark backing him. Gabriel might be a con man, but he does have ethics, and Woods brings that across in his performance. The bantering energy between Woods and Gossett comes across throughout the film, and is really the driving force in what makes the film so entertaining, amiable, and fun to see.

Diggstown was largely overlooked at the time of its release, which is a shame, but  it does make for a good discovery when one finds it. It has a terrific cast, a great sense of humour, and a tremendously satisfying payoff. The film is a smart one, strongly based in rich characterization, and one that brings a smile to my face whenever I see it.