Just when I think Etsy can't possibly get any cooler...

IT BLOWS ME OUT OF THE WATER.

Anybody who loves pop culture and/or pop art is about to lose it. Ladies and gentlemen, BEHOLD BAOSTUDIO in all its glory!!! I know that I hardly ever wear t-shirts and I don't really need more than a few tote bags, but this company makes me want to buy them out, their products are so devastatingly lovable.

Movies, Politics, Comics, Oh MY! (and some poetry too)

It's been a while since I've really sat down and written a mean blog. I am always impressed with these blogging folks who constantly have interesting thoughts and ideas they compile together neatly and beautifully on a regular basis. Furthermore, I don't know how they find time or energy. Well, that being said, I seem to find enough time to watch episodes of Conan O'Brien, Jon Stewart, Colbert, Family Guy and Glee on my computer...and let's not forget my recent foray into at least somewhat-forgotten movies of my childhood via Netflix streaming (I may post on that later).

But ANYWAY...I'm going to spill some babbling thoughts on you. Get ready.

First Stop on Margaux's Wild Ride: Communism and Artists as Liberals (vs) Patriotism and Nationalism in Post(ish)-Cold War, Pre-9-11 American Film!

Wahoo!! Who's excited?!!?? Me too. The first film I'd like to observe with you is REDS (1981) directed and produced by Warren Beatty, who also wrote the film with Trevor Griffiths. Warren also stars as John Reed alongside Diane Keaton's Louise Bryant and Jack Nicholson's Eugene O'Neill. Now, I don't know Mr. Beatty personally, but well...I'll give him some credit. This is a big picture. It's a sweeping piece full of drama, and there are a lot of interesting stories that we don't see in many films, including stories from people who knew Reed, Bryant and O'Neill or were at least around during the period. However (I'm gonna say it) the film struck me as a little self-indulgent at times. In terms of filmmaking and editing, I know little, however, I know enough to realize when a director is being redundant simply because he loves his movie too much to let go. I find this ironic because in the film, it's lighted upon that good writers are smart enough to know when to cut things out. For example, we see Beatty and Keaton being steamy with one another to the tune of the Russian (Bolshevik? Soviet?) anthem, at least two or three times, and honestly, I'm not against steam, but in a three and a half hour film about the Russian Revolution and an American communist reporter and his lady love, do we need all the repetition? We get it. They're in love and they make love, and the dog is always hungry and wanting to come in the room. Another example of unnecessary regurgitation might be found in the train scene in which an old gentleman tells lots of funny jokes that Louise (Keaton) finds funny. We get it. He's funny. We only needed one or two examples. Not seven. Then we see about three long, drawn-out arguments Reed has with the Russian Communist Party over the Americans needing their own party that he will lead. Did we need three examples? Couldn't they have just said no, once? In the end, Reed realizes he loves his wife, Louise more than Communist Revolution (something he should have figured out a long time ago, but hey, it makes a crazy story, so that's something). I think, from what little I've read of Warren Beatty, and that's not saying much...his feeling or interpretation of Reed is that the man was fighting for justice for all mankind. But from what I saw in this film, I felt that at least in terms of Beatty's portrayal, Reed had more interest in leading people than helping them, in getting credit and being an important part of a political movement. Sure, he believed in it, but he blindly rushes off to Russia, putting himself in danger, as well as his wife. And for what? I have to say I found the movie sad and fascinating, but not at all inspiring. Maybe that is exactly the feeling Beatty set out to bestow upon me, in which case I salute him.

The next film on my mind that I recently re-watched was part of my Netflix-streaming nostalgia kick. This film being Air Force One (1997) directed by Wolfgang Petersen, written by Andrew W. Marlowe and starring Harrison Ford. I remember seeing this film in the movie theatre when I was about ten years old. My mom and I liked it, over all. Watching it again, now, and looking at the Russian Communist terrorist seems so strange and somewhat comical to me. In this day and age, I don't feel like anybody is afraid of Russia or sees the nation as a villain any more. Okay, perhaps older generations have their suspicions, and clearly there appear to be many American souls who think the words "communist" and "socialist" are synonymous with "satanic". It's an interesting little time capsule of political feeling. The film takes pride in a president who stays out of trouble, speaks his mind, does what's "right" and gives impressive, surprise speeches. I always loved those speeches in movies because I feel like they just don't happen as beautifully in real life...okay, maybe I should have said "cinematically". This movie is just such an American fantasy. Harrison Ford is one of our movie heroes and there he is-leading the nation and kicking terrorist ass. It's such a joke, and yet it bleeds into our culture. Who's the governor of California? That's right. And if Harrison Ford ran for office anywhere? Yes. He would win. I found this scene interesting in juxtaposition with the scene from Reds.

The movie is an Hurrah USA! It's a celebration of patriotism, maybe one could even say nationalism. I believe I can even recall the line, "Here come the Good Guys," when American military aircrafts come in to assist the hijacked Air Force One. I don't know how I feel about it all, but gee, if it isn't fun to watch. It sucks you in, and how could you ever doubt Indiana Jones as the face of America? Now, I'm not saying Terrorists aren't "bad guys". I think I agree with that...but...well, you know what I'm saying (I hope)...the political climate is so different these days.

You think I'm done? Sit back down and sip your cocoa. This broad's just gettin' warmed up. Next stop? Well, why not look back to the year 1940 at this wonderfully amusing and patriotic comic!? The superhero of these tales is none other than The Fighting Yank. I came across the comic on this marvelous blog whilst sitting in my theatre history class. It's amazing how multi-tasking on a computer can make a class more interesting. I nearly read an entire issue, giggling.

And last but not least, because I wrote a (sort of messy) research paper on him, let's look at some early, Communist poetry from one of our favorite American poets, Langston Hughes!! He was called before McCarthy and the gang in the 1950s but basically said, "It's cool, Fellas. I'm not a radical any more." To which they replied, "Oh good, that's a relief. Okay, see ya later."

White Man

Sure I know you!

You’re a White Man.

I’m a Negro.

You take all the best jobs

And leave us the garbage cans to empty and

the halls to clean.

You have a good time in a big house at

Palm Beach

And rent us the back alleys

And the dirty slums.

You enjoy Rome—

And take Ethiopia.

White Man! White Man!

Let Louis Armstrong play it—

And you copyright it

And make the money.

You’re the smart guy, White Man!

You got everything!

But now,

I hear your name ain’t really White Man.

I hear it’s something

Marx wrote down

Fifty years ago-

That rich people don’t like to read.

Is that true, White Man?

Is your name in a book

Called The Communist Manifesto?

Is your name spelled

C-A-P-I-T-A-L-I-S-T?

Are you always a White Man?

Huh?

I believe that poem was written in the early 1930s. Anyway, hope you enjoyed my rambling. There's more to come....!

Hilarious.

Click the photo. The first sign on the left reads "Most Beautiful Lady," and the next sign says "Most Beautiful Suit." Check out the facial expressions. Glorious.

It's my party and I'll put off my homework if I want to.

I have ten pages to write. That I haven't begun to write. That I don't want to write. Today is my birthday and it feels like the least birthday-ish birthday. I get the day off from school every year, but my relaxation has been clouded by this paper and the fact that I'm still not perfectly healthy as I so desperately wish to be. I think maybe I will try to stay up late, cleaning my room (a messy room=a messy brain, for me, anyway) and getting something-ANYTHING school-related, Done. I shall just have to postpone dress up/celebration of my birth until this weekend and Thanksgiving. Mmm, Thanksgiving!

FRIDAY

I have been so very very busy avec school, you wouldn't believe it. We're talking twelve-thirteen hour days here, folks. But now I'm home and I made myself pasta and aside from homework and rehearsing this weekend, I can take a break and collect myself and breathe a little more deeply (through my mouth since my sinuses are HORRID currently). But this rambling and whining must cease!!! I don't have many thoughts unrelated to my cold, and all the things I've got to do, but.......I had a good Halloween. Here are some silly pictures I took of myself as Little Red Riding Hood. Happy November!!!

Homework.....

I'm not doing my homework...yet. It's going to be a long night...and a long day tomorrow. But you know what? It's going to be okay. And I'm going to make it. We're all going to make it. Before I do the things I should be doing, I decided to share/promote a DELIGHTFUL BBC made for tv film. I speak of The Young Visiters (2003) starring Jim Broadbent, Hugh Laurie and many other well-known and well-loved British actors. It's a deliciously whimsical tale based upon a novel by Daisy Ashford which she wrote at the age of nine, in 1890 (although it wasn't published until 1919). The story concerns a man named Mr. Salteena (Jim Broadbent) who stands in the middle class of English society but wishes to marry a lovely, snobbish young woman who is only drawn to him when he declares that he knows many nobles (a bit of a white lie). The story is so different to others set in Victorian England, because it's drawn more like a fairy tale than a moral piece, or a tale about the struggles of society and how they aren't easily managed, life is tragic, and so on. In this Victorian society, dreams can come true after all.

Bill Nighy!!

This production is done so beautifully. London is made up into some sort of wonderland.

Rising up in the ranks!

I came home for a nap...

...which turned into lying in bed with popcorn whilst viewing the classic 1993 film, Heart and Souls. Does anyone remember this one? As a kid, it was one of my favorite movies (I was probably a sucker for romance before I could walk...). The movie stars Robert Downey Jr., Elizabeth Shue and a bunch of other people I'm not as familiar with, but they're pretty famous actors. It seems to me that although ghosts, spirits and vague allusions to Christianity and the afterlife reappear in film a lot, the romance/ghost film had a bit of a heyday in the 80s and early 90s.


This movie is SO ridiculous and yet....and yet....I admit, a part of me still loves the schmaltzy ridiculous romance. I was pondering this just now: does being exposed to things make you who you are, or is it how you react to those things? I suppose it's a dumb question and the answer is both. I've just always loved romance. Not that I'll go see your average 2000s rom-com. I think that this movie still gets me because a) it's nostalgic, b) the story is cheesy but at least the silly ghosts' unfinished business plot is enough for the mind to play with so that we're not tied up in some more cliche romantic storyline and c) it's Robert freaking Downey Jr.