Thursday, June 11, 2009
Hmm...
posted at 9:13 AM | Permalink | 3 comment(s)
David Letterman really should get his writers to put their and his verbal acuity and skills to funnier and ultimately more effective use. Bad taste and meanness are such a witless and lazy recourse. When one is ten and on the playground, it's mean but it's part of a social learning process to throw zingers out and laugh in that conspiratorial way at "them." But somewhere around fifteen or twenty or forty or fifty (how old is Letterman now?), most of us realize that nasty flippancies aren't all that funny and might backfire, particularly if, for example, you didn't marry your son's wife until your child was nearly six, stones and glass houses being what they are.

And this isn't about politics, by the way. I completely realize that the Palins are lightning rods and draw ridicule to themselves like flypaper draws flies. All the more reason that it isn't necessary to be tasteless and mean. For one thing it rallies their defenders. For another it overlooks so many others who are worthy of wry remarks. Besides, if Letterman had said anything even remotely like the A-Rod or Spitzer "jokes" about Dick Cheney's daughter or Amy Carter or Chelsea Clinton, for example, not to mention about Sotomayor or Hillary, it would be crystal clear how dreadful the taste and how just plain rude it was. Plus, Dave's trying to slink out of responsibility for the bad taste just added to the stupidity of it all. There's plenty to lambaste Palin (and Letterman) about without dragging either of their young children into it.

Obama's presidency seems to have restored a level of decorum to the public discourse. It would be beyond unfortunate if lazy so-called comedy writers dragged us down again.

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Saturday, May 30, 2009
Question
posted at 12:21 PM | Permalink | 0 comment(s)
What is a British network thinking, signing octomom to a contract for a reality show? (Details here.) They say it's a really just a quasi-reality show because filming won't be non-stop; is that better? And anyway, who knew there was a distinction to be had between "quasi" and "real" reality shows? And mostly: why give her even a tiny bit of attention?

It can't be much longer until a man and a lion are put into an arena and told to fight to the death, on live television. (Everything old is new again, eh what?)

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Sunday, April 5, 2009
Times change
posted at 7:49 PM | Permalink | 0 comment(s)
I wonder how much it would cost to buy groceries this week for a family of two adults and eighteen children including teenagers and toddlers.

While hanging shelves today (which is, yes, an underhanded aside by way of noting my afternoon's accomplishment), I had movies on in the background to distract me in case I panicked or hit my thumb or anything. Over the course of the day, several movies passed through my semi-awareness (perhaps not a fair way to "watch" or assess them but that's just the way it was.
5 Children and It is a bit sticky sweet sometimes and a bit manipulative other times but overall delightful and Eddie Izzard as the sand fairy is wonderful as are the Henson characters.
The TV Set is ghastly - I didn't make it even halfway.
The Good Woman is a bit too "period" but Helen Hunt and Scarlett Johanssen are very good. The movie is a good reminder that despite the social problems we have these days, nevertheless we have succeeded in moving beyond the ridiculous moralizing of previous eras. The dresses are great, too!
Yours Mine and Ours, which stars Henry Fonda and Lucille Ball with an enormous blended family including Tim Matheson as a snide teenager, is fun to watch because both Fonda and Ball are so relaxed - they almost stroll through it - and because it's another chance to be glad we're now and not then (children weren't allowed in the hospital for their mother's birth, of course). The final kicker was when they went to the grocery store and supposedly bought out the place. Everyone went nuts as the tally kept growing. I was curious to see what huge number would appear. I kept reminding myself that it was taking place in 1968, a mere forty years ago. But imagine my astonishment when the bill came to . . . the whopping, amazing, huge amount of . . . are you ready? . . . $126.

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