Friday, March 27, 2009

Can Ben Die?

 

    If you missed LOST on Wednesday night ("He's Our You"), stop reading!  Then, go order it via ABCONDEMAND now!  If you did see "He's Our You," you saw what was arguably one of the "Bomps" the whole fifth season.  By "Bomp," I mean that sound that occurs at the end of the episode when the word "LOST" appears.  You all know what I'm talking about!  There is a big surprise, then "BOMP!"

    Now that you understand the vocabulary of LOST, let's look at the ending.  Sayid shoots a twelve-year-old Ben Linus in order to prevent Ben from ever becoming one of the Others, from ever getting caught in the tree as "Henry Gale," or from ever meeting the passengers of Oceanic 815.  Assuming Sayid is able to change the past (we will talk about this debate in a moment), this would have huge ramifications in the show.  Think about it.  Ben would never show up.  Walt would never be kidnapped.  Michael would never kill Libby and Ana Lucia.  Alex would be alive.  The list goes on and on.  Ben not being alive might even mean the passengers of Flight 815 would never land on the island (if we would eventually find out that he had something to do with the crash). 

    My friend Jeff and I constantly fight about whether or not someone can "change the past."  According to the island's time-travel expert, Daniel Faraday (where has he been?), you cannot change the past.  If something happens in the past, it happens and that's it.  Meaning if Sayid shoots a twelve-year-old Ben, then the child must survive the gunshot wound and when Ben met Sayid back in season two, he knew that this was the man who shot him back in 1977, even though we, the audience, did not see it until season five.  When you think about it, it's pretty much taking the "flashback" idea one step further.  Ben just knew something before the audience and the other islanders.  What else is new?

 


    If I am correct and the past can somehow be changed, it doesn't really matter in the case of Ben's death.  He can't die.  Though a little more confusing and complicated, it is almost impossible to kill someone in the past, especially out of revenge.  Bear with me.  I will try to put this as simply as possible.  Circa 2000, Sayid meets Ben and gets very upset about things Ben does (that is really simplifying it).  So when Sayid travels back to 1977, in an attempt to prevent Ben from doing these things, Sayid shoots Ben at a young age.  Fine.  Let's say that young Ben is now dead.  If he is dead, then he cannot grow up to perform the acts that upset Sayid so much, therefore taking away Sayid's motive to kill him.  This means that the Sayid of circa 2000 would not shoot the young Ben when he travels back to 1977.  Now young Ben is alive.  Now he can perform the "bad acts."  Now Sayid will go and kill young Ben ... and the cycle would continue.  Confused?  Read it again.  You'll get it.

    What does this mean for LOST?  I predict that, like my friend Jeff says, Ben will survive the gunshot wound.  It will turn out that Ben recognized Sayid the whole time as the man who shot him when he was twelve.  This would explain how he knew Sayid was a "killer."  Either way, the writers of LOST have not disappointed in delivering great television that keeps us guessing at every turn. 

 

    Some other questions I expect will be answered in the next few episodes:



  • Where are Bernard and Rose?  Good theory from Jeff: somehow they traveled back to the time where the statue was standing and got stuck there.  They will eventually die and become the "Adam and Eve" skeletons.  My theory (though not as strong) is that they also travelled to 1977 and now are members of the "Hostiles" led by Richard. 


  • How is Desmond going to get back to island? 


  • Is Penny dead?


  • Where are Lupidus and Sun?


  • Where is Faraday?


  • Remember when John Locke was alive?  What's he up to?

    

    So many questions left to be answered.  I am still betting that John Locke and Ben Linus are brothers.  I also hold on to the theory that Desmond will kill Ben (the adult Ben) at the end of this season, avenging Penny's death at Ben's hands.  Season Six, despite the disappointment of the audience, will be Ben-less.  This also fits with Jeff Jenson's - LOST column-writer for Entertainment Weekly - theory that the seasons are repeating themselves.  He often speaks of season four repeating season three and five repeating two, so if season one is going to repeat itself in season six, Ben should not be present.

 

    Please share with me your thoughts and theories!  As crazy as it is, I never seem to tire of this!  Looking forward to next Wednesday!

 

 

Saturday, March 14, 2009

An Astonishing Feat

 

    Okay, so I tend to be a musical theatre snob.  It's true!  I admit it.  But if you knew the people that I went to college with, you'd understand why.  We were all snobs!  I started my time at Muhlenberg College thinking Jekyll & Hyde was a terrific musical.  Things had to change.  Eventually, someone has to teach you that Frank Wildhorn and Andrew Lloyd Webber are no good.  It's a hard fact to face, but it's the truth.  *Side note: I still listen to Jekyll & Hyde ... I call it my guilty pleasure.

    You can only imagine the fear that went through my body when my friend, Jessica Berger, told me that she was in a production of Little Women at the historic Strand Theatre of Lakewood, New Jersey.  I remember when I found out the Strand was doing Little Women.  I thought, "What?  Wildhorn's Dracula wasn't available?"  Terrible show!  I mean terrible!  The show ran on Broadway for 55 previews and 137 performances.  I was "lucky" enough to see one of those performances.  Forgive me, please!  Sutton Foster was starring and I just couldn't resist!  She's just terrific!  Anyway, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  There were more happy and upbeat songs in this production than Forever Plaid.  If I remember from high school, wasn't Little Women a sad story?  Am I not supposed to cry when the young Beth dies (sorry to those who have not read it, yet ... but get on that!)? 

    Anyway, Jessica Berger has been a friend for many years.  A talent rival when we were young, but nevertheless, a friend whose talent I can't help but admire.  She can act, dance, and sing better than many of the "professionals" I've seen on the Great White Way.  She texted me one day and said (all in caps), "I'M PLAYING JO IN LITTLE WOMEN AT THE STRAND!!!"  My reaction was a mixed feeling of happiness and illness.  While I loved the prospect of hearing Jessica sing "Astonishing" (the power-ballad that makes the show possibly worth seeing), I felt sick thinking I was going to have to sit through that show again!

    Months went by and I honestly forgot about the production.  She would text me occasionally, but I didn't pay too much attention.  You know when you know you should see something, but you don't want to, so you kind of ignore it?  Sort of like when you didn't really want to see Slumdog Millionaire, but you just knew you "had to see it."  Anyway, signs were all over town and people were telling me good things.  I hate it when people say good things about bad theater.  It's just depressing.  I also received about four Facebook messages a week reminding me (and a bunch of other people) to see the show!  Thanks for those, Jess.

    Anyway, I finally planned a night to see the show.  It was sad to walk into the theater and see that the entire balcony was empty, as well as a good portion of the orchestra.  This sadness was combined with a little satisfaction.  I felt like finding the producer and saying, "I told you so."  Nevertheless, I grabbed a seat in the front of the balcony, even though my seat was in the orchestra.  I wanted to sit alone and away from the stage in case I fell asleep.

    The lights finally went down and the overture began.  Already, I was bored.  Then Jessica appeared on stage.  She began to sing and I was reminded why I sacrificed a Friday night to see Little Women: The Musical.  Her voice was miraculous; she rivaled Sutton Foster, one of my favorites on Broadway.  The real pleasure was thinking back to her performances in high school and seeing how she has grown so much in seven years.  She was always a talented girl.  Looking back, I was often jealous of her.  Being a boy, it was easier for me to get attention because I could sing.  But this girl, Jessica, got attention even though she was a girl - a dime a dozen.  But the truth was she was anything but just another singing female.  She did have her problems; she had a weird thing where she threw her hands in the air and walked around back and forth when she sang.  Still, it was obvious that she would go somewhere.  After graduating high school (two years after me), she ended up attending the American Musical and Dramatic Academy, despite my advice to attend a four-year college.   

    I still cannot help but think that she would be better off with a degree like me.  But then I think about the fact that she is actually trying.  She auditions.  She works.  She struggles.  But she keeps pushing.  I admire her very much.  I can't be easy to be so talented and not get the respect and admiration one deserves.  I know that she will be something someday.  Though I know it can't always be easy for her, I admire her dedication and determination.  But most of all, I admire her talent and her willingness to hone her craft.  She never stops learning, which is the most important thing about being a performer.  Though I rarely miss performing and love being a teacher, seeing Jessica reminds me of the joy I experienced when I was on the stage.  Maybe someday, if Bonnie and I ever start a theater like we talk about doing, we'll invite Jessica Berger to come and play Annie Oakley and perhaps I'll be worthy to be her Frank Butler (we should have in high school, but our director was blind to the obvious).  That is, unless Jess is too big of a star to come to Bucks County to entertain.  The New York audiences might miss her too much!

    When the Act I finale, "Astonishing," began, I was propelled to the edge of my seat.  She had me with every word and every note.  The audience was captivated.  It was stunning.  All readers can hear the beautiful rendition at the link below - I taped it with a digital voice recorder.  I defy you to not marvel in the voice.  Though you'll hear the acting, it's nothing compared to watching the emotional performance live. 

    While I know Jessica experiences disappointments along the way - and she will experience more to come - I hope that she never gives up her dream of being a performer in bigger and better venues.  It would be a huge waste of talent, skill, and entertaining nights for audiences all over the world.  Furthermore, she fixed the throwing-of-the-hands thing!  She didn't do it once the whole night!  Congratulations, Jess.

 


 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Visit to H&R Block


    Tax season!  It's part of that old expression: The only definite in life is death and taxes.  We all have to pay them, as soon as we start working.  I was fortunate.  My father had an accountant who just "got it done."  I never knew what was going on.  I didn't really care.  Would you?  I usually would get a small refund check of about $300.  To a teenager, that's like Christmas!  To a married adult, that's like ... well, Christmas!

    Since I was just married back in December of 2008, the time has come that I get my own taxes done.  My father's accountant was getting a little expensive, so I thought, why not try H&R Block?  Their commercials seem good.  People seem to trust them.  I had only gotten one bad review from a friend, Shawn Foster.  I just hoped that his experience was a fluke.  Many other people had gone and were out of there in 30 minutes.  That's what I was shooting for: the 30-minute experience.

    March 2nd was a snow day so I decided to take advantage of the free time.  After Bonnie went off to work (poor thing), I headed out with all my tax stuff (basically it was a folder of all the crap that got mailed to us since January 31st).  I also grabbed the "$50 Off" coupon Bonnie had received for using H&R Block on-line last year!  I had called ahead and they told me to come in around 11:30.  I entered the room and was hit immediately by the bright green walls.  I didn't exactly get that warm feeling the commercial wants us to get, but I wasn't scared either ... yet.

    A gentlemen came up to me and told me that Kerry was going to be helping me today.  I couldn't see anything except the top of her head, but I got the feeling Kerry was young.  Well, I was wrong.  After less than a minute, Kerry got out of his desk and came over.  Let's see, how do I explain what Kerry looked like.  Kerry, the man, was a mix between Gary Oldman and Adolf Hitler. 

 

                   +                           =        My Tax Guy!

 

    Anyway, he shook my hand for about 2 seconds longer than the average handshake.  That scared me right there.  It was now 11:33 and I had plans to be there for 45 minutes top.  Bonnie and I each had two incomes - she has her old and current job and I have my teaching job plus my summer job.  Then there are school loans and such.  Of course, I knew that the fact that I work in New Jersey and now live in Pennsylvania was going to be an issue.  God forbid this be easy!

    We start off looking through the forms I bring.  The look on his face was priceless.  "Boy, you have a lot of forms," he starts off! 

    "I do?  Don't you have a lot of people with two jobs and school loans?"

    "Not really," he replies.  Oh God!  The crazy thing was the fact that Frank, who seemed to run office, could hear his comments and said nothing.  After about 45 minutes of Kerry (or Mr. ****, as he introduced himself) commenting on my job, he started to talk about his real life goals.  He wants to be a teacher, too.  But as we got further into the session, I noticed how his eyes seemed to linger and always with a look of concern about what I was thinking.  I had the distinct impression that he was not a person to be left alone with young children. 

    He had to ask for help repeatedly, which didn't bother me too much because it meant Frank, who seemed to know what he was doing, could help.  What got me nervous was when he had to GOOGLE  a form because he had never seen it before!  Oh God!  Finally, after 90 minutes, we were ready to start.  He showed me everything he was doing step by step.  I had the urge to tell him I did not care and that he should just get it done, but I felt bad.  It was obvious that this guy had no one to talk to.  He told me how he was trying to get teacher certification in New Jersey and that he wanted to go alternate route (which is how I got my teaching certificate).  He said that he started applying for jobs in December, but still had not gotten a job.  What a crazy notion?  You mean schools don't hire in the middle of the school year?  Crazy, right!  The scary thing is this guy will probably get a lot of offers come July because he's a science teacher!  Why are science teachers the creepy ones?

    Anyway, after two and half hours, he was done with MY income.  Bonnie's was yet to come!  I told him that I had to leave and that I would come back at six to pick up a completed tax return.  He seemed surprised.  I told him that Bonnie would come back with me to sign all the forms she needed to sign.  I got to my car and wanted to shoot myself.  I called Bonnie and told her about the ordeal.  She seemed very concerned (but later I found out she did not take me as seriously as she should have). 

    I called the office at 5:30 to confirm that I would be there at 6:00.  Fortunately for me (sense the sarcasm), Kerry had stayed to make sure he was there to explain things to me when I got there.  I know I'm new at this, but I think I understand what needs to be done.  Since everyone does this, I assume that any idiot can do it.  No offense to the idiots out there!

    Bonnie and I walked in and he immediately jumped up to greet us.  Again, his handshake lingered too long.  It wasn't until we got in the car that Bonnie told me the exact same thing about shaking his hand.  She also apologized for not taking me seriously.  This guy was absolutely crazy.  He stared at us as if he wanted to be friends.  Perhaps this is why we sat there for another 45 minutes while he finished explaining what would be coming to us, what we would owe (that's right, owe) and how we would pay for his services.  We were charged quite a lot because of "all our forms."  I have no doubt that I will be getting a phone call from Kerry very soon to make sure I am happy with the service, but really for him to talk to someone. 

    The point is, ladies and gentlemen, go to "TurboTax.com" and do your taxes yourself.  If H&R Block is stupid enough to let people like Kerry have a job after the first interview, this is not the company to help prepare your taxes!  I can only hope he did everything right and that I will not be in jail come April 15th! 

 

 

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Cain and Abel on Lost

 

    Religion is a common theme on LOST.  Though we may not know whom this "Jacob" is, we can all agree by now that he is some god-like figure who the others worship or answer to.  The number 108 is a sacred number to the Buddhist religion.  Mr. Echo (boy, I miss him), was known to recite passages from the Bible, especially Psalm 23.  The island itself is worshipped by some characters, almost as if it were a Garden of Eden.  We already have reference to an "Adam and Eve" on the island, referring to two skeletons found by Jack and Kate.  One of the big questions of the show (among many others) is "who are they?"  Let's leave that one for a while and think ahead.  If the island is a religious allegory and if there is an "Adam and Eve" on the show, could there by a Cain and Abel?  Is there a brother who commits fratricide somewhere on this mythical island?

    The most recent of many murders on the show was one of the most impressive and surprising scenes of the season.  In "The Life and Death of Jeremy Bentham," the most recent episode of LOST, Locke attempts to commit suicide by hanging after failing to get the Oceanic 6 back to the island.  Interrupted by Ben, Locke decides not to off himself, but is suddenly killed by Ben with the same suicidal wire after Locke expresses his instructions to see Eloise Hawking.  The look on Michael Emerson's face was like something we've never seen.  Ben was concerned.  For the first time in a long time, we saw something that might have actually been against Ben's overall plan.  It's frightening to think that the man "behind the curtain" might not be in control anymore.  He also seemed a little out-of-the-loop when he found out that Jin was still alive. 

    Obvious questions include "who is Eloise Hawking?"; "why did Ben kill Locke himself?"; "for what reason does Ben not want Locke to meet Ms. Hawking?"; and "can we still trust Ben?"  But let's ask a question that's in the back of our minds ... deep deep in the back: What is the true connection between Ben and Locke?  Richard Albert has answered to both these men as the "leader" of the Others.  Why?  What makes these men so special?  Well, let's look at it the way we would look at any religious reign of power?  How does someone get power from another?  When the father dies, the son gets the power to rule.  The older child gets the power; the younger brother gets nothing!  In most cases, this causes a battle between brothers ( such as Jacob and Esau).  I would love to open that can of worms and question whether or not there is an Esau to the island's Jacob, but let's save that for another time.

    When the figures of Cain and Abel grow up and their parents (Adam and Eve) are gone, they consistently have moral debates.  Eventually Cain murders Abel because it is obvious to him that God favors Abel, even though Cain is the older brother.  Now, we see Locke finding out things that Ben does not know.  When Ben realizes this, he kills Locke!  What a minute?  Where am I going with this?  That's right!  I predict that John Locke and Benjamin Linus are brothers!  Furthermore, if this theory is right, it supports the theory that Christian Shepherd is Jacob.  God "favors" Abel; Abel is murdered by Cain.  Christian favors Locke; Locke is murdered by Ben.  Remember when Christian said to Locke, "I said you had to move it, John."   The sacrifice made by Ben was not accepted by Christian, but the sacrifice made by Locke was.   

    How soon will we find out if this theory is right?  I think we will find out soon enough.  The question is will Ben and Locke find out (or does one of them already know)?  If they are brothers, why did Ben have Sawyer kill their father, con man Anthony Cooper?  Did Roger Linus know that his wife cheated on him with Anthony Cooper?  I think we can assume that Anthony is the true father since the kidney transplant (Locke giving his kidney to Anthony) was successful.  Of course, the world of LOST could surprise us and reveal neither Roger Linus nor Anthony Cooper as the father; Christian Shepherd might hold that title.  In the Bible, Benjamin is the son of Jacob.  All the sons of Jacob are jealous of Joseph, the favorite son.  Benjamin was the only other child by Rachel, Jacob's favorite of his many wives.  Are Locke and Ben a mix of the Joseph/Benjamin relationship and the Cain/Abel relationship?  If so, what does that say about Jack (Christian's son) or Claire (his daughter).   What does it say about Aaron???  Anyone reading might start to hate me because there are enough questions left to answer without those that would come out of this theory being true.    We have the next few weeks to find out everything that season five has to offer!  We still have some time and more theories to come! 

 

More predictions for the rest of the season:



  • The reason Hurley got on flight 316 is because Charlie went to convince him, hence Charlie's guitar case as Hurley's carry-on


  •  Ben succeeded in his promise to Widmore and successfully killed Penny; in an attempt to avenge Penny's death, Desmond will come back to the island and kill Ben.  Like Gandalf and Dumbledore had to die so that the true hero could save the day alone, so will our original crash victims have to get through the final season of LOST without the help of Benjamin Linus.  If this is true, I think Ben's death would be a nice Season 5 finale!


  •  Jack's grandfather, Ray, who randomly made an appearance in "316," is actually Jack.  This would require a lot of time travel explanation as to why Jack thinks that his older self is actually his grandfather, but wouldn't LOST be the show to try it?

    

    Stay tuned!  There are plenty more things to come out of this wonderful season of the best show on TV today!

    

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Text Messaging ... REALLY?

    Okay ... can we talk about something very serious for a moment?!  Text messaging has become the quickest way of communication in America and all over the world.  This, of course, is sad.  We no longer want to talk on the phone - that person we are talking to never lets us off.   We don't e-mail - it takes too long and people judge us if we don't use correct punctuation and grammar (including me).  We don't even AIM anymore - it's simply a place for us to read away messages.  The last time I IMed someone, they literally IMed back, "Who IMs anymore?"  WHAT?   I assumed that Facebook wall messages were going to be the fastest way to get a message to someone without having to get stuck "talking to them."   I was wrong.  Text messaging has become the number one way of communicating with another person.  In fact, a statistic revealed by "CellSigns" states that as of 2008, 75 billion text messages are sent in an average month.  This number has grown by 250% each year and will probably grow by 300% in the next three years. 

    If all of this is true and text messaging is going to be the main way of communication for the next few years, can we make some changes?  In order to be a fast "texter," which is a title I am usually credited with, you need to use something called T9 prediction.  I do not know why it's called T9 and I don't care.  Pretty much, T9 prediction allows you to type in a word without choosing the exact letter you need for the word.  The phone predicts what word you want.  Naturally, because there are an average of three letters per number (unless you have a full keyboard on your phone, which I don't want to get into a ridiculous rant about), there are a few possibilities as to what words can be predicted.  If the phone does not predict the right word, one needs to press the star button to get the other options.  If one uses a special word, or someone's name, you have the option to type the name way in the traditional way and then save it, personalizing your phone.  For instance, the phone predicts my wife's name as "Connie," but now the second option is "Bonnie." 

    There are many people that completely ignore the "option" button and just allow the phone to predict words for you.  This either means that they are drunk texting you or they don't care enough about you to press the damn star key!  This has led to such texts as, "Call Non.  She is pick."  What was the process of choosing the order of these words??  It's not alphabetical!  Unless these idiots think n comes before m

    Let's face it, people are generally stupid!  But the people assigned the job of choosing the order of words that come out through the prediction system need to be shot.  Who are these people?  Who thought that "non" was going to be sent through a text message more than "mom"?  Making sure my sister remembered by mother's birthday, I once sent her a text that said, "Did you send non a birthday case?"  REALLY?  Who needs to use the word "case" in a text?

    When gossiping with friends, one tends to ask things like, "Did he kiss her?"  But if you don't pay attention, you sound like a moron saying, "Did he lips her?"  Who needs the words "lips" in a text (though I will admit the irony that "lips" and "kiss" are the same buttons)?  Maybe you need to tell someone your lips are chapped.  But you know what I would say to someone who text me about their chapped lips?  "So get some fuckin chap stick and get on with your life!"  Of course, it would come out as "So get some dublin bias quick and get on with your life!"  BIAS?  Who the hell needs to say "bias" in a text message?  Furthermore, are the people using text messaging as their main form of communication discussing things such as the bias Americans has for the city of Dublin or are they saying "fuckin"?  You decide!

   

    "Where are you?"  (So far, so good)

    "What are you talking about?" (Nice!)

    "You were supposed to be here two hours ago."  (Still going strong ... )

    "Chamber are, I diem't get the message."  (What?)

 

    First of all, who in God's name talks about a chamber in a text message?  "I have your wife locked in a chamber!"  And diem't?  What the dual is that?  Sorry, I meant to say, "What the fuck is that?"  But I guess the morality of these prediction deciders forbids them from using the f-word.  And, of course, dual is a word used by so many texters when referring to two of something. 

    "I an good."  This often is sent when someone wants to tell someone else that they have reached their residence.  Why?  Because the great prediction deciders have deemed that "an" is used more often than "am."  Apparently, using "an" before a word starting with a vowel is more popular than people talking about themselves!  These people must not be American.  Then, of course, there is "good," rather than "home."  I got news for you, ladies.  If he is sending you a text message, he doesn't give a flying "dual" if you are good, but he does care if you are "home."  You know why?  He cares more about getting to where you are to "dual" you than how you are feeling!

    So, we can only hope that AT&T, Verizon, and the other companies hire smarter people for their next big breakthrough.  But until they do, be careful what you send to those people you are trying to flirt with through text messaging.  They might be confused when you tell them you want to lips them and dual them all might long (that's right, might comes before night)  Stupid shiv heads!!

    



Monday, February 23, 2009

Stephen Sondheim at the Kimmel Center

 

 

    Naturally, today would be the day that I would discuss the Academy Awards.  New movies, new winners, new format (was there?), and new host!  Great!  Did I cover everything?  Frankly, I was bored about an hour (I'm being generous) into it.  Heath Ledger won, which, of course, made me happy.  Though there will be many that will not accept the win as a true win because of his unfortunate death ("If he didn't die, no way would he of won").  Slumdog Millionaire took home the most prizes, including Best Picture, which was no surprise to anyone.  Hoping for an upset, I sat waiting for one of two things to happen.  First, that Benjamin Button came out on top, since I felt it was the better film.  Second, that they announced there was a mistake and The Dark Knight was given Best Picture of the Year (or decade).  Nevertheless, the awards were fine and we can move on to my real topic of the weekend ...

 

    On Saturday, February 21st, Bonnie and I headed to the Kimmel Center in Philadelphia, joining the numerous members of the Philadelphia Theater Community to see Frank Rich, columnist of the New York Times, interview the great Stephen Sondheim.  Bonnie and I entered the huge theater, shivered away the piercings of the cold air from outside and instantly felt at home in the huge complex.  Immediately, there was a sense that we were surrounded by "high art" musical theater lovers.  One could say there was a sense of snobbishness in the air.  There was a good number of people there that were there to see Sondheim because he is "Sondheim."  Since his lyrics are ones that many people don't "get" easily, he must be talented.  If you were to sit down and ask what their favorite Sondheim score is and why, most of them could not give you an educated answer.  I may be making grand assumptions, but this was just the impression I got.  It did not help that in the rear of the theater, there was a young man (seemed like a college voice major - possibly from the neighboring University of the Arts) singing "Being Alive," one of Mr. Sondheim's most well-known pieces.  Don't get me wrong, it's a glorious song, but it seemed to me that the Kimmel knew what they were doing.  Let him sing "Being Alive" because it's similar to a "normal musical theater song."  True Sondheim fans would want to hear "Another Hundred People" or "Finishing the Hat," but "Being Alive" will please the larger audience.  "Being Alive," while a terrific number, can be heard on any "Broadway Collection" along with "Memory" from Cats or "All That Jazz" from Chicago

 

    The program contained an insert that requested questions from the audience.  Bonnie and I took no time at all to write down the questions we've always wanted to ask.  Bonnie asked about his female characters.  Who were his favorite and did he have a female in his life who inspired him?  I had a feeling her question would be chosen and it was.  Sondheim immediately gave the credit to his librettist, whoever it may be.  Sondheim stated that he did not think of them as women, but as characters.  The lyrics come from who he feels the character is and what they want.  He did state that one of his favorite females characters, and one that inspired him, was Dot in Sunday in the Park With George

 

    My question was very specific and I felt it had little to no chance of being chosen.  I was correct.  It concerned the character arc of Sweeney Todd and the lyrics that trigger the audience's awareness of this arc.  I assume it didn't even get narrowed down to the short list that Frank Rich chose from.  It was not a problem however, for afterwards I spoke with the self-proclaimed musical theater expert, Jeffrey Simno (he backs up the title very well) and he made it abundantly clear when this awareness occurs.  Thank you, Jeffrey. 

 

    Mr. Rich, known for his honest columns about Art and Life and the New York Times, hurried into the interview by asking about Sondheim's popular number "Send in the Clowns."  Mr. Sondheim told a humerus (and brutally honest) tale about the making of the film adaptation of A Little Night Music, the show from which "Clowns" comes from.  He spoke of his distaste for the film version ("Though there were a few good moments," he said) and about Elizabeth Taylor's hard time recording "Send in the Clowns" for the soundtrack.  According to the composer, Taylor recorded the song around 73 times and the recording engineers had to piece the final product together, not just line by line, but often syllable by syllable.  "Okay, take the s-sound from that take and combine it with the end-sound from that take..."  Sounds brutal and was, apparently, not worth the effort.

 

    Mr. Rich continued the interview with very interesting questions.  Topic highlights included the recent revival of West Side Story, which Mr. Sondheim is looking forward to in the bi-lingual format.  He enjoys the fact that "I Feel Pretty," a lyric he is not a fan of, will now be listened to by an audience whose majority will not understand the lyrics, and be forced to pay attention to the joyful melody.  He expressed concern about the format because certain songs such as "America" need to be sung in English because the rhymes are the joke.  A decision has yet to be made on whether "I Have a Love" will be sung in Spanish or English.  Mr. Sondheim did say, however, that it would be justifiable to have Anita sing her song, "A Boy Like That," in Spanish and Maria sing "I Have a Love" in English, showing us the transport of Maria's love to an American, English-speaking boy.  Anita joining her in English would express the moment when Anita understands the love Maria has for Tony, therefore progressing the play to its tragic end. 

 

    Mr. Sondheim spoke about the term genius.  His definition was short and clear.  "A genius is one who never stops inventing."  He went on to say that the only "genius" he believes he has ever met is Jerome Robbins, legendary choreographer and director, who first worked with Sondheim on West Side Story.  "He never stopped inventing.  And not just theatrical ideas, but whenever he were at a party, he would make up games.  Good games.  We actually would play the games right there and have a good time."  Sondheim's calling Robbins a genius is quite an honor, considering Sondheim went on to discuss working so closely with his mentor, Oscar Hammerstein II. 

 

    Though not a main topic of the discussion, Mr. Sondheim did talk about the work he did with Hammerstein and did give Carousel the credit of being his second-favorite musical.  His favorite musical credit goes to George and Ira Gershwin's Porgy and Bess.  Mr. Sondheim discussed how lyric writing was a skill that could be taught in 20 minutes ("or even five minutes"), but takes longer to be acquired.  It was obvious to me that Sondheim could hear the voice of Hammerstein in his head as he spoke these words to the captive audience. 

 

    When asked by an audience member about his experiences with Cole Porter, Sondheim immediately smiled as if his memory of the legendary composer and lyricist (one of the few musical theater legends to have both credits, along with Mr. Sondheim) was splendid.  He spoke of his first meeting.  As a young composer, Mr. Sondheim travelled to Porter's house to do research on a satire he was writing.  The satire was on Porter's writing style.  Upon entering with muddy feet, Sondheim read a sign at the door that read, "Please wipe feet.  White carpets."   Obviously putting him on edge, Sondheim took his shoes off and entered a room with a piano "the size of this stage."  Before Porter entered, he tried to read what he was currently composing, but was interrupted by the composer's entrance.  Porter requested to hear what Sondheim had written so far.  Sondheim played and was corrected by Porter about the ending.  Essentially, Cole Porter helped Sondheim write a satire about Cole Porter.  "That's the kind of guy he was," said Sondheim, laughing. 

 

    He continued to tell a story about an experience while working on Gypsy.  During the process, Ethel Merman, a close, personal friend of Porter's told the production team that Porter had just had his second leg amputated and was in low spirits and asked if the team would mind if visiting Porter to share some selections with him.  They all agreed.  Mr. Sondheim recalls what he claimed was one of his happiest memories.  He was playing "Wherever We Go," a number clearly influenced by Cole Porter, and got to the section that goes, "No fits, no fights, no feuds, and no egos ... amigos ... Together!"  As the word "amigos" was sung, Sondheim heard Porter gasp in pleasured shock at the extra rhyme that Sondheim had placed in the line using another language, something Porter did often.  Sondheim knew of Porter's joy and considers it a triumph.

 

    Though he was only seen by me from the view of an audience, Mr. Sondheim seemed to be having a one-on-one conversation with each and every person.  His casualness made us all forget for a moment that we were seeing a legend, and made us feel like we were seeing a human who has worked his whole life and, though has achieved greatness, still wants more for himself, like any other human being.  Like us, he has opinions about musicals.  A particularly fascinating moment was when he expressed his dislike of the work of the musical-writing team of Lerner and Lowe.  "They're good ... it's just ... not my type ... not my cup of tea."  Just because someone is "known as a great composer" does not mean we all have to agree on their talent.  In a way, I felt Sondheim was telling us that it's okay if we do not like everything he does.  His sense of security shows that he would be alright with that if it were the case.  The way he spoke of his co-workers in the field helped us relate his stories of famous legends to our own lives.  He humanized figures such as Bernadette Peters, Angela Lansbury, and even Oscar Hammerstein by telling us tales of their insecurities, failures, and ultimate triumphs. 

   

    Though this may have only been a "moment ... one peculiar, passing moment,"  Sondheim is now not only an influential composer, but a teacher - a teacher of music, creativity, and life lessons.  So, let's "leave the moment, just be glad for the moment that we had ..." with Mr. Stephen Sondheim.  Thank you, Mr. Sondheim, for the music, the lyrics, and the moments. 

 


    



Thursday, January 22, 2009

Once Again ... A Comic Book Snub!

2008 was a good year for films. Seriously, think about it! Did we not all run to the theater to laugh at Robert Downy Jr. in Tropic Thunder (with a terrific cameo by Tom Cruise)? Did we not all marvel at Meryl Streep’s portrayal of a nun with a secret in Doubt (some of us marveled at her performance in Mamma Mia … SOME!)? Did we not all trudge into theaters to see how they would actually make Brad Pitt’s Benjamin Button grow young? But, most importantly, did we not show up in droves to see the most anticipated film of the year The Dark Knight? Why then are all of the movies above nominated for awards such as Best Picture, Actor, and Actress and The Dark Knight snubbed for major awards (with the exception of Heath Ledger). Seriously, people, why was The Dark Knight snubbed when it came to Best Motion Picture of the Year?

First of all, Heath Ledger’s nomination is no excuse for the lack of a nod in the Best Picture category. He was beyond brilliant. This nomination should not be considered a make-up for Best Picture. Let us not lessen the performance by making such a claim!

Why are “Comic Book” movies always snubbed at Oscar Time? For what reason do we not take these movies seriously? Of course, there are comic book movies that have no business having Oscar’s on their mantles, but sometimes exploring the story of a comic book legend is worth awarding with the gold. The Dark Knight is a prime example. This film did not simply tell the story of Batman vs. The Joker, like we’ve seen before. This explored the psychology of two of fictions greatest characters and of the audience. Ask yourself the question: would you have blown up the other boat (those of you that saw The Dark Knight know what that's about)?

This is the biggest disappointment in Oscar history as far as comic book films are concerned. We’ve seen great films get ignored before, but this film went above and beyond the typical action and explosions of the past. In fact, did anyone walk out thinking, “Boy, that Bat-Pod was awesome!”? No! We walked out questioning ourselves and what we would do if we had the responsibility of Batman. We thought about how a savior can be challenged by one man. We questioned the theory of chaos and discovered it truly is fear.

It’s worth looking at some other films that have been ignored in the past. Audiences of 2002 were captivated by Marvel’s greatest hero, Spider-Man. In Spider-Man, director Sam Raimi delves deep into the famous quote, “With great power, comes great responsibility,” making Spider-Man not only a metaphor for teenagers to relate to, but a symbol of political figures all over the world. How much power is too much power? Taking on power and mixing it with love and villainy, Raimi gets a great story along with a vision masterpiece. He also gets two terrific performances out of Toby McGuire and Kirsten Dunce (possibly the best of their respective careers).

While Tim Burton’s 1989 Batman may not have dealt with the issues of The Dark Knight, it still reclaimed the Batman origin and brought back the darkness and depth that the 1960’s Batman had all but destroyed. In the year 1989, the nominees for Best Picture included Driving Miss Daisy, which won, Dead Poet’s Society, Born on the Fourth of July, My Left Foot, and Field of Dreams. All of these were terrific films with outstanding direction and performances. Field Of Dreams is a beautiful film about the common man and his family. It rarely fails to make even the strongest man tear up, but was it worthy of a BEST PICTURE nomination? It was definitely not better produced than Tim Burton’s Batman. Not to mention, the lack of nomination for Best Supporting Actor: Jack Nicholson as the Joker. Bringing together a clever mix of the 70’s Joker and Caesar Romero’s Joker, Nicholson gave us the Joker that was incredibly appropriate for 1989, taking us away from the comical interpretation of Gene Hackman’s comic book villain and bringing us into the 1990s.

After Burton blew us away with Batman, Warren Beatty saw an opening for the next great comic book blockbuster: Dick Tracy. At least the Academy has enough sense to award Al Pacino a nomination for this brilliant portrayal of Big Boy Caprice, Tracy’s main adversary (he deserving lost to Joe Pesci’s amazing performance in Goodfellas). The film, however, was ignored by the academy. Beatty’s vision of the film, mixing the 1950’s comic style with the 1990’s contemporary edge, revitalized a figure that had been lost of that generation of teens. The film was quite successful; it even brought back the cartoon, a presentation that would typically be considered corny and outdated. With stylized acting and a top-notch cast, Dick Tracy introduced the true “comic” detective to a new audience. The film is still a favorite among comic fans, though, oddly, no sequel was ever attempted. Where was this film in the Best Picture category?

Some other snubs from comic book films:
- Marlon Brando for Best Supporting Actor in Superman (come on!)
- Warren Beatty for Best Director of Dick Tracy
- Christopher Nolan for Best Director of The Dark Knight and (perhaps) for Batman Begins
- Tim Burton for Best Director of Batman
- Richard Donner for Superman (his cut of Superman II should be given an honorary Oscar)

And the award goes to … anything but the comic movie, even if the comic movie is actually a good movie! Let’s stop giving nominations and awards to the same type of films. Let’s look outside the box and give awards to the films that are encouraging audiences to think more intelligently about things they are already thinking about. Perhaps the decision makers are not ready to think inside the comic box.