Movie Report: Grumpier Old Men (1993)

Book coverBack in 2023, I watched the first one (also on videocassette). So when I saw the sequel in a thrift store in Berryville, Arkansas, last year, I picked it up. Like Alien: Resurrection, this title was in my video cabinet. So maybe it’s almost time to reshuffle and condense the holdings into the cabinet as much as possible to make it so I want to watch the recent acquisitions before a decade elapses.

At any rate, the film picks up not long after Grumpy Old Men. Lemon’s character is still involved with the Ann-Margaret character. The Mattheau character is leading a lonely existence. Their kids are planning their wedding. And an Italian woman, played by Sophia Loren, plans to open an Italian restaurant in the old bait shop. So the bulk of the movie is really the two men trying hijinks to keep the restaurant from opening; Mattheau’s character and Loren’s character starting off as rivals but becoming lovers; and tensions arising as the old men “help” with the wedding planning. When tensions boil over and the bride declares the wedding to be off, Mattheau and Lemon revert to their rivalry of one-upmanship in pranks.

So an amusing film if you’re of a certain age, which is probably “old man.” And the film does feature Sophia Loren, who was, what, 63 when this film came out? Still very stunning. Of course, I’m closer to that age than I was back then.

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Movie Report: Alien: Resurrection (1997)

Book coverI grabbed this film from within the cabinet because I didn’t want to watch the dozens of titles which I’ve recently purchased. And, I thought, “It’s the one with Winona Ryder, the third one.” Ah, if you’re a real fan, you are already telling me that this is the fourth installment in the franchise, and Alien3 is the third one of the series, the one in the orbital prison. Ah, yes, well, gentle reader, I eventually got that sense, too, when they were talking about this film taking place 200 years after previous events, and, oh, yeah, Ripley is a clone. So I’ve got the other one shuffled into the cabinet somewhere, and I guess I know how it ends.

So: Uh, spoiler alert for the previous movie, but Ripley dies, sacrificing herself after being impregnated with an alien queen. On a military research ship operating on the fringes of the solar system, the military is working to clone the alien by cloning Ripley from a blood sample. A group of pirates/mercenaries brings aboard some people in cryostasis to use as the hosts for breeding xenomorphs. Among them is a new crew member, Call, played by Ryder, who breaks in to where the scientists are holding Ripley in hopes of killing her before the scientists can extract the embryo queen, but she’s too late. And when the scientists actually grow some xenomorphs, donchaknow those gosh-darned killing machines escape at the same time as the pirates are trying to escape the space marines who think they’re up to something. So basically, it turns into a chase across the military ship while the xenomorphs. Fortunately, the new Ripley has xenomorph DNA mixed in with hers from the cloning, so she’s strong and resilient, but unfortunately is a little sympathetic to the aliens.

So it’s been a couple of years since I watched the first film (2021), and it’s certainly been a while since I bought the first, third, and fourth films (2013), so clearly I am not the biggest fan of the series. But I’ve seen a lot of things that slag on the movies after the second. Although the first was almost cosmic horror in tone as well as a slasher movie in space, Aliens was an action film, and this, too, is an action film and not so much a horror film, although it does have some budget for gore. So it’s an okay action film, with plot-dependent bad decisions and reveals/side quests/sacrifices that are necessary because the screenwriters are under pressure to deliver something cinematic.

So, okay. Given how long it’s been–almost thirty years(!), I am comfortable seeing them out of order. And I’m pretty sure I have not seen Aliens, the second film, available secondhand at book sales or garage sales. Apparently, people still hold onto it of all the films in the franchise.

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Movie Report: Who’s Harry Crumb? (1989)

Book coverI bought this movie last weekend and watched it right away. Actually, of that haul, I first picked out Revenge of the Nerds, but I then discovered that the disc was cracked and would play. Ah, gentle reader, I have not been in the habit of checking the condition of the dollar discs I buy–I have honestly only relatively recently gotten to the point where I consistently check to make sure that the folder contains the matching disc, but I might have to start checking the condition of the discs as well. Or not, if I don’t remember.

So this is a 1980s comedy whose plot we’ve seen before. When the daughter of a wealthy man is kidnapped, he contacts the Crumb and Crumb detective agency to investigate. That fellow, played by Jeffrey Jones (the principal in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, if you need a reminder), is not a Crumb, and he puts the bumbling current generation of that well-reputed family of detectives on the case. Crumb bumbles his way through various plots at cross-purposes, including the wealthy man’s oversexed second wife, played by Annie Potts, who hopes to kill him before he can change his will, and the head of the agency itself being behind the kidnapping, hoping to get the ransom money to be able to afford the lifestyle that the oversexed second wife wants.

So it’s a series of often slapstick set pieces populated by Canadian comedians, and, you know what? It’s not a bad bit of film. It has its moments of amusement and isn’t a bad way to pass some time. You remember when these kinds of mid-tier movies, not blockbusters but not complete slop. They probably made more economic sense when you had a whole tail of other revenue possibilities for them besides the theater–video store rental sales, home video sales, licensing to cable or television…. Now you’ve got, what, cinema and streaming? So we lose out on films like this. The pity.

So I’m not the biggest John Candy fan, but I’ll think about picking up Uncle Buck if I can find it for a buck.

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Well, She Is From Up North

Not sure why my beautiful wife put Braunschweiger on the shopping list, but Braunschweiger she will get.

You know, we have been married for a couple of years now, and I am seemingly less equipped to read her handwriting than when we were younger. Of course, I have trouble reading my own handwriting at times. But I posit a thesis: Handwriting is used less to communicate between people these days and is more used for only taking notes for one’s self or for making lists. So it’s becoming, generally, less legible for other people to read than it had been.

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Right There With Adaptive Curmudgeon

He said:

“Depression People” wasn’t all old people, just some. You could tell by how they acted. They hoarded the tiniest resource. I remember seeing a box labeled “small bits of string” that had, you guessed it, small bits of string. It wasn’t a person who needed the bits for some logical reason, say a fly tying hobbyist. This was a person who’d been through The Great Depression. It created a desire to preserve things they might need. I remember other things; jars of buttons, dull needles, bent nails. All available for a song in the 1970’s. All carefully stored in case the “plenty” of 1970’s disappeared.

* * * *

Does some portion of each successive generation become “Depression People”?

I do not have a box labeled “bits of string”. I do have a bunch of campfire wood culled from old pallets. I’m damn near there aren’t I?

Who, me?

One of the reasons that I’m not making much headway on the garage is that I have so much stuff that I might use or repair someday, so I cannot throw it away today.

And AC talks about a broom that he didn’t want to get rid of. Ah, brother, I have not only a collection of brooms that do only an okay job and backup brooms that only do an okay job in the garage and a trashcan full of such tools in the shed, but when it comes time to retire them, I cut the broom handles off and save them for some unknown use in the future.

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Tell Me About It

Ozarks pumpkin harvest is less than normal so far: Late season heat helps pumpkins reach maturity

Ladies and gentlemen, the pumpkin harvest at Nogglestead:

One pumpkin smaller than a baseball. Our watermelon harvest was similar, but apparently the deer have cleared the melon bed pretty good as the autumn has approached. We had one mound of pumpkins, one of watermelon, and four of cantaloupe which did produce three or four melons for us.

The subhead says Late season heat helps pumpkins reach maturity. We had plenty of that. What we lacked for much of August and September was rain which is what fills them.

Overall, the gardens of Nogglestead provided us with about what we could handle, actually, except for tomatoes. I had a couple of zucchini per week for much of the summer from three mounds. I had a late harvest of a pound or two of radishes which was about what I could eat. We had enough cherries to make one pie before they disappeared. We never did get a blackberry harvest suitable for a pie. And I haven’t actually dug out my potatoes yet, so who knows what lies beneath.

The deer, though, made out like the hooved bandits they are.

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On The Lives and Works of the English Romantic Poets by William Speigelman (2002)

Book coverI picked this audio course up at the Friends of the Springfield-Greene County Library book sale in April 2024, and a couple of currents in my life crossed to give me the opportunity to listen to the 12 hours of the course: First, I realized that I was spending a half hour a day in the vehicle on a number of days per week, so I could feasibly listen to a course, albeit slowly, and cross country season was starting which would also give me the chance to listen to a couple of the lectures per weekend. The second intersector was the fact that I finished the complete works of Keats after slogging through it for, what, a decade? Of course, there’s no book report for it since it’s a single book edition which also contains the complete works of Shelley (P.B., not Mary). And since that book looks like this:

| Keats |        Shelley        |

It might be another decade until I finish the book. If ever.

At any rate, this course focuses really on the poets and some of their works instead of English history around the turn of the nineteenth century, although we get a bit, which is why the course is and Works and not and TImes like the Ben Franklin course.

The lectures include:

  • Romantic Beginnings
  • Wordsworth and the Lyrical Ballads
  • Life and Death, Past and Present
  • Epic Ambitions and Autobiography
  • Spots of Time and Poetic Growth
  • Coleridge and the Art of Conversation
  • Hell to Heaven via Purgatory
  • Rivals and Friends
  • William Blake–Eccentric Genius
  • From Innocence to Experience
  • Blake’s Prophetic Books
  • Women Romantic Poets
  • “Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to Know”
  • The Byronic Hero
  • Don Juan–A Comic Masterpiece
  • Shelley and Romantic Lyricism
  • Shelley’s Figures of Thought
  • Shelley and History
  • Shelley and Love
  • Keats and the Poetry of Aspiration
  • Keats and Eros
  • Process, Ripeness, Fulfillment
  • The Persistence of Romanticism

With 24 lectures, he really does have time to cover the major poets, their biographies (often, in the case of the second generation, short biographies). And he emphasizes how each influenced the others and how each influenced poets who came later. I mean, I can see it: I can see how my own work was influenced by Wordsworth, and I surely wanted to be a Byronic hero back when I was steeped in this stuff in the university.

So a good course to listen to. But, I have to admit, sometimes my mind drifted during the actual poetry reading, which should have been when I was paying the most attention. And the professor goes into a great deal of analysis and finds meanings deeper probably than the poet probably intended, which again shows me that I was wise to not become a professor myself with that English degree. No matter how much I like poetry, having to teach one or more courses like this every semester for thirty years…. Not gonna lie, I don’t think I’d like it much at all. But the results (like this course)? I like them.

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Book Report: Maxfield Parrish by Laurence S. Cutler, Judy Goffman, and the American Illustrators Gallery (1993)

Book coverI bought this book at ABC Books in 2022, and I paid $7.95 for it. Clearly, I was jonesing for some art books to browse during football games, as I was watching a lot of them back in those days. As it stands, though, this weekend’s two football game Sunday is probably an abberation in my current watching habits, but it did give me a chance to pad the annual reading statistics.

This is a large oversized coffee table book about an artist and illustrator who was most active during the early decades of the 20th century. Fred Maxfield Parrish was the son of an etcher/engraver/artist and was brought up in those circles. He had talent of his own and absolutely was in the right place and the right time. Whereas his father might have still been working on the Currier and Ives paradigm, but changes in printing technology allowed color, and the need for color illustrations for magazines exploded, and Parrish was right there to take advantage of it. He became a known name in the industry and by the public, and he got certain concessions in his contracts: The magazine could run the illustration one time, and he would then have reprint rights and he could sell the original. So he was making bank until radio and television came along and the long decline of magazines began, at which point he turned to watercolors for a couple of decades in retirement.

A good story, and as for the art–well, definitely what would come to be known as middlebrow stuff. Linear colored illustrations with some depth and thought behind them–he studied architecture and worked extensively to block his works to use the Golden Ratio. Better than the “high” art you get now, but they’re illustrations and prints, so more like watercolors than oil paintings.

Still, an enjoyable book and perhaps leading to some understanding about the business of mass art transitioning from the 19th into the 20th centuries. But it’s not like I’ll be able to use that in conversation as my cats have heard it all before.

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Thirteen Years On….

Thirteen years ago, I said:

I’ve had the shell of that empty Sears monitor sitting on a desk in my garage since then. I haven’t settled on idea what to do with it. Fishbowl? Make it into a fake fireplace-style decoration? I’ve also got the shells of a number of LCD monitors that I’ve planned to put corkboard in or whiteboard cut down from larger ones I pick up, but I’ve not jumped on that either.

So much of the multi-year garage cleaning project is being overwhelmed by the sheer number and volume/cubic footage I have of craft materials of various stripes that I’m not entirely sure I want to give up just yet. I mean, what can I do with the computer monitor shell? I’ve removed the cathode ray tube and electronics. I could, I suppose, make it into a corkboard or a whiteboard using the bezel and scrap the rest. Or maybe look for an LCD screen that fits it which I can put a Raspberry Pi in it for a digital picture frame or something. But it’s not been pressing for the last thirteen years, to say the least.

Pretty sure I did something with the eMac bezel though.

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