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Well that was fun.

So, it began by my trying to decided between Tumblr and Wordpress, and I’ve finally decided on Posterous. At least for now, I suppose. I never felt a click with Tumblr, and as a wise stranger once said, “Using Tumblr is like high school, and you can’t stay in high school forever.” Thank goodness. Actually, it was a few things. Like comments. I know you can use Disqus, but I never enjoyed that, and just the fact that there is no built in comment system is worthy of a boycott. And the layouts all got to me. Now with Wordpress, you can’t upload mp3s without upgrading. Seriously? Same with Blogger. So I’m just beginning my affair with Posterous, and we shall see. I just found it out in the World Wide Web, but I’ve like what I’ve seen so far. You can post anything, presumably, and there is an easy comment system, and you can easily post elsewhere. It’s kinda the simplicity of Tumblr, but not so darn Tumblish. So let’s hope it works. So if anyone reads this blog, or are subscribed, please redirect your attention to

www.shanemcandrews.posterous.com

I think you will be pleasantly surprised. Anyone can see it, anyone can comment, and anyone can subscribe. I’m even going to try and put more up there, now that I seem to like the site. And again, I hope I can leave it there this time. 

ps. I think it’s funny how some people wonder why I never got a tattoo. 

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] Take Me Back

Counting & Waiting

I went ahead and got myself an 88 key MIDI keyboard. I’ve wanted such a device for a long while, never went ahead with it. I tinkered on a couple old pianos strewn about the colleges I graced, picking up where the chords were put down, tapping out Counting Crows, Tom Waits, this and that, & a bit of my own, all for no one, since the campi were dead in the wee hours. I also took a MIDI class once, enjoyed it, and recorded a lil something for the final project. So now this here piano joins Maria, and I can tinkle the ivories until this heart meets with contentment. Also, much more variety than a computer keyboard in regards to other MIDI instrumentation; it is expansive and freeing. Cheers to that.

X-Men: First Class

I had heard a decent mix of reviews of the film before I saw it, and I remained optimistic even though the trailers did not give me too much hope. Out of the five X-Men movies, to me they are separated into only two groups: X-Men & X2 in the first group, and X-Men: The Last Stand, X-Men Origins: Wolverine, & X-Men: First Class in the second. The first two movies being both high quality movies, and therefore their “superhero movie” status is naturally also high, and the latter group trying to ride on the first group’s coattails. It seems as though comic book movies have perhaps reached over saturation. And by this I mean, not necessarily that there are just too many, but that in the rush to make them, they are made cheaply.

The problem with First Class is that while it is a summertime popcorn movie, it is easily exposed to be not just a summertime popcorn movie, which is perfectly fine and good, but one that was only made to make money, tie in with video games, and to attract a younger audience. Now, of course, movies are meant to make money, and many want a young audience, but they needn’t be so obvious about it.

One reviewer said something to the effect of “Not only a great super hero movie, but a great movie.” I would say an average super hero movie, but a not so great movie.  Overall, it had a pretty cheap feel to it. There is a difference between crafting a story and characters, and just spilling them all onto the screen.  There were so many characters, few of whom had much depth, that none really mattered too much. The plot, while in theory sounds like a good storyline, was produced in the same superficial way. I would give credit to the ones who came up with the story, Sheldon Turner and Bryan SInger, but it fell apart with the screenplay and direction. 

A few of the actors, McAvoy, Fassbender, and Bacon, definitely did a solid job and made the movie better than it would have otherwise been. And some of the smaller role actors did fine jobs, but again, the parts weren’t able to lend to much to the film. I was disappointed with Jones in her portrayal of Emma Frost. I have never seen Mad Men, but in this she just seemed so meek and weak, neither quality I would use to describe Frost.

Also, I understand and am fine with the very relevant equating of mutant powers to homosexuality. They touched on it in X2 (my favorite of the series), but in First Class they just kept pushing it to the point that all it did was take you out of the movie. Again, the screenplay (and directing) at work. How many times do they have to say “mutant and proud”? Believe it or not, after the first or second time, we get it. And of course the most subtle line of the movie, “Why didn’t you tell me you were a mutant? You didn’t ask, so I didn’t tell.” Just in case you weren’t getting the connection. Oh, and one other thing - the first time you make a joke about Xavier’s hair-you get a chuckle. The second-not so much. Does the movie really need two jokes about how he has hair (you know, cause it’s so funny since later he doesn’t)? These may sound like trivial points, but they underscore the cheap and hurriedly made nature of the movie, especially the screenplay and direction.

FInally, while McAvoy and Fassbender did their jobs quite well with what they were given, it felt as though the script did not do enough to show their connection. They meet, team up, and become enemies by the end of the movie, and while there is one obvious climactic scene to show that connection, it still seemed lacking. Again, mostly due to the screenplay.

It was an average “superhero movie” but nothing for which to go crazy. It was entertaining enough, with some pretty solid actors, and a couple fun scenes, and if you liked the last two in the franchise, you should probably see it. If you perhaps liked the first and/or second, but not so much the next two, I wouldn’t really recommend it. Netflix it, or wait for FX to show it on some Saturday afternoon.

P.S. I don’t really enjoy to write any sort of negative reviews of movies. More and more I am seeing just how difficult they are to make. The fact is, most movies that are seen, and many that are not, are the sums of hours and hours and days and months or even years of very difficult work, and for the most part they are worked on by extremely talented people tryingto do their best. Sometimes it just all works better than other times.

A short film.

Ah, but then who are they to judge the ramshackle?
And so it goes…
and then come the days when the simmer becomes boil
and the shimmer becomes blinding,
when the truth is so precise,
that it is impossible to avoid,

when revelation is a daily blessing,
and obstacles fade into the oblivion of the days…

 

This narrow-angle color image of the Earth, dubbed ‘Pale Blue Dot’, is a part of the first ever ‘portrait’ of the solar system taken by Voyager.




A reflection by Carl Sagan:
From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here, that’s home, that’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

This narrow-angle color image of the Earth, dubbed ‘Pale Blue Dot’, is a part of the first ever ‘portrait’ of the solar system taken by Voyager.


A reflection by Carl Sagan:

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here, that’s home, that’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

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I just watched The Machinist. It was quite a nice flick, I enjoyed it. It was not quite what I had imagined it to be, which in this case worked out better for me. It is always more than welcome to see strong acting in a film, and Bale delivered. I was reading up on the movie afterward and the writer shopped the script around for a few years in the US, and no one would fund it. They all praised the writing, but seemed to agree that it was just too darn “weird.” So he went over to Spain, and got it made there. Bale also dropped sixty-some pounds to play the role, then gained it back and more to play Batman the next year. Perhaps you have read the quote below? Mr. Hoffman on the concentration and difficulty of acting. Seeing as how he is one of my favorite few actors, that is a welcome quote to hear. Hoffman, Gosling, Depp. Those are a pretty formidable three. I’ll see anything and I’d like to see everything they do. I do also, of course, like Bale and others. As for me, I had one pilot audition, and I am supposed to go back for a second pre-read, however it is cast contingent, so they are working on the lead first. I was supposed to have an audition for another pilot (which I preferred), however, they decided that the character I was to read for is going to be “ethnic.” I stated that I could get a tan, but to no avail. Still working on getting more. I am working on shooting a few minute long short, because doing nothing is death, and doing anything is something. We shall see how she progresses. Besides that, the days have been giving more than enough time to do nothing or anything. Also, I am enjoying the overcast, rainy days.