Friday Fundamentals in Film: Sense and Sensibility

For the next-to-last film in this series for the class of junior high and high school aged boys I departed from the war, western and sports genres for a classic “chick flick”: Sense and Sensibility with Emma Thompson, Kate Winslet, Hugh Grant and Alan Rickman. This dramatic shift in direction led one of the lads to ask, “Are we being punished?” I told them that that wasn’t the case, but there were a number of reasons why I wanted them to learn the lessons within this movie.

For one, I said, the emotional and internal battles fought in this movie, while non-bloody, were every bit as intense and devastating as any war film we’d watched and were far more likely to occur regularly in their own lives than the scenarios in the the so-called “action” flicks. I also wanted them to see examples of the different ways that men and women think and act and the consequences of things said and unsaid. And, I added, “there are going to be times in your life – if all goes well – when you’re going to have to sit through a ‘chick flick’ and this is good practice.”

The story, of course, comes from the Jane Austen book and describes the hardships and romances of two sisters and their mother when the patriarch dies and, by law, his estate goes to his son, the sister’s half-brother from their father’s earlier marriage. While the father made the son promise that the women would be well provided for, the son – influenced by his grasping wife – ends up allocating them a pittance, setting the stage for all that comes after. The two sisters have different outlooks on life and love (the “Sense” and “Sensibility” of the title) and both undergo severe but different trials in the process of getting to the happy ending.

The story is an interesting character study not only of the time period but the way “power” between the sexes is divided and applied. There are heroes and scoundrels among both sexes and while the men supposedly have all the legal power and advantages, the main authority figures driving most plot changes in the movie (in terms of dictating what is going to happen) are women.

While there was some initial grumbling and groaning as the movie started, I soon noticed the boys were rapt in their attention and angered by the outrages and bad behavior, grieved by the near-misses and miscommunications, and, finally, looking around sheepishly at each other by the end of the movie as if afraid to show that they cared how it turned out.

Key Points:

  • Emotions are serious matters not to be trifled with.
  • The importance of honor and keeping your word, even unto your own hurt.
  • Our actions – even when we’re young – can have far-reaching effects on the rest of our lives and on the lives of others.
  • Even scoundrels can appear decent and honorable for a time, but substance and integrity (or lack of it) will ultimately be revealed.
  • Neither men nor women are inherently noble by reason of birth or their sex, but must make choices.

Some Questions to Answer:

  1. How did John Dashwood’s behavior at the beginning of the movie set the stage for the rest of the movie?
  2. Many are harmed when someone doesn’t keep his word. Edward’s decision to keep his word, however, also causes problems. Why?
  3. Both Edward and Willoughby made decisions when they were younger that dramatically effected their lives later. What were the decisions each made? How did each respond to the consequences of their decisions?
    Why does Marianne reject Col. Brandon initially? What does she come to value in him eventually?
  4. What did Col. Brandon mean when he (speaking to Miss Dashwood) said Edward was “proud, in the best sense.”
  5. Contrast the way Willoughby would talk about Brandon when he wasn’t present to the way Brandon spoke of Willoughby – even after describing him as “the worst of libertines.”

Points to Ponder:

  • Who has he power in the movie – the men or the women? Why?
  • Was Lucy Steele really in love with Edward Ferrars?
  • Who was “Sense” and who was “Sensibility”? What is the difference?
  • Which character in the movie do you think is the most like you? Why?

The Monkey shines

I’m taking this week off from work and decided to go see King Kong yesterday. I would have gone the day after the Christmas with family members but my wife, sister-in-law and daughters proclaimed it “Girls’ day out” and left my brother-in-law and myself with the small children. You can imagine that my face looked a lot like Kong’s watching Ann Darrow rowing away when I received that pronouncement.

The movie was a bit long, but I enjoyed it. I don’t think it’s instant classic status but it was an excellent adaption of the original and Kong is fantastic. His hair and movements were incredibly realistic (at least, as realistic as a 25 foot ape might be). This was certainly miles ahead of the 1976 version which had a Kong no more realistic than Bumbles the abominable snowman from the Rudolph tv show (I mean, a gorilla that walks upright? Too bad the Jets couldn’t use him). Naomi Watts was also a dramatic improvement over Jessica Lange. Yeah, Jessica turned it around later in her career but even the monkey was more emotive than she was. Watts communicated a lot with just the expression on her face and the physicality of her actions (not just the stunts).

Another pleasant surprise was Jack Black as Carl Denham. He, too, showed he can get a lot across without saying a word (and without being a gross caricature). That said, the biggest disapointment – and it is a major failing in my book – is Black’s absolutely wrong rendering of the last (and crucial) line in the movie. I can’t believe that Peter Jackson, with all of his attention to detail and feel for the story, selected such ineffective and flat reading of “It was beauty that killed that beast.” (Ooops, sorry for the spoiler).

As far as the length of the movie is concerned, I liked seeing the way New York was reproduced. I know some have said this was were the movie should have been cut, but I found it interesting. Also, the addition of the reunion between Kong and Ann in New York was a strong addition to the story that almost went on too long. Where it did go too far is in the action sequences on Skull island. As intense as the action was, and as well done the special effects were, it was just too much overkill. I mean, having not just one, not just two, but three T-rexes bordered on jumping the shark (which is about the only voracious animal that we didn’t see in the movie).

All in all, though, a very entertaining movie and a good job by Jackson that should be a great relief for anyone concerned that he would not be able to follow the Lord of the Rings saga.

More weird doings

With all the holiday activities I’ve been remiss in following up on the “weird habit” meme I inflicted on several new MOB members a little while back.

One of the first to respond was Erik at Almost on the Range, though he answered the questions in his comment box rather than in a new blog post. This is an excellent conservative blog focusing on the Duluth scene with direct and hard-hitting insight on political and economic issues (frequently the same thing), the occasional mayoral drunk-driving arrest — and high school hockey. Erik doesn’t think he has too much weirdness to self-report in his list, but does note that his existence in Duluth might be considered weird because “I’m not a liberal democrat, don’t work for a non-profit … (and) am under 30.” Going to his blog will make for an interesting visit to Duluth, unfortunately without being able to stop at Tobies on the way.

Big Chris at Because I Said So also weighed in, though it meant taking time away from writing a paper for his graduate studies program, moving, and his imminent wedding, so his take on what is weird might be relative (which Chris will especially appreciate once he meets all of his new in-laws). He also has a habit that undoubtedly makes air-travel problematic. Great photo-shopped image to go with the post, too.

Surly Dave, the chef/welder, also responded and I could probably go on and on about the implications of his post, but let me just list a few key words: lutefisk, limburger cheese, food porn. Add in the fact that his wife took over completing the list and it’s an intriguing read.

I’ll follow up on the other blogs I tagged if/when they respond.

‘Tis the days after Christmas

The walls of our house have pretty much pulled back into their normal shape after a week’s worth of bulging to contain the gatherings of our extended family. My wife’s sisters and one brother live in the area, and her mother and another brother and his family were here from Oklahoma. Add in all the accompanying husbands, wives, nieces, nephews and invited friends and mix together for both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and you can be sure the windows will still be rattling two hours after everyone’s left.

The Oklahomans stayed with us and they have two children, ages 8 and 3. Their mother is from Ecuador originally and their father is fluent in Spanish and the kids are being raised bi-lingual. Being kids, they have a great interest in our animals, and within moments of their arrival there are high-pitched cries of “Gato! Gato!” from various parts of the house as they pursue our cat, hoping to play. Our cat had a reputation for surliness in his younger days and was known to bite and scratch if not approached with the proper respect or if he hadn’t gotten his full 22 and a half hours of sleep a day, but he has mellowed in his latter years. Now he copes by trying to stay on the move, and I frequently saw him bolt past with the children a few steps behind, his ears back and his eyes wide, looking for an inaccessible hiding place.

I can relate. I think I’m mellowing with age as well, but with age also comes an appreciation for routine and an abiding affection for my comfort zone. These seasonal infusions of family dynamics would be quite a test for those boundaries if they weren’t kind of a routine themselves, and part of the comfort of the season. In the years my wife and I have been married this side of the family has developed a workable system for food delivery, distribution and clean-up with familiar and looked for recipes. The tumult of voices in a full house and attention to the needs of those ranging from very young to the most seasoned are as familiar as my memories of my own childhood and part of the cycle not only of the season but of life itself.

My parents and siblings are scattered across the country and while we see each other regularly throughout the year we usually don’t do Christmas together. Part of it is geography, part of it is the accommodations of married life in settling “this holiday with yours, that holiday with mine”, but it is also a matter of our changing roles in the annual Christmas pageant. Once I was the child transported to Grandma and Grandpa’s house, to roll around on the floor in the wrapping paper with my cousins. Then I was the teenager and young adult rolling my eyes at the unsophisticated trappings and enforced participation. Now I’m the host, watching as each family unit and generation rolls in the door, or on the floor, or its eyes – and I wouldn’t miss it because some day I will miss it, indeed.

In this year’s crop of cousins, nephews, nieces, in-laws, outlaws and whoever else comes in the door I still remember the people from the past, some now gone, some now hard to reach, and yet it is as if I can still touch them. That may be why I once cut out the following poem when I discovered it:

Housewarming
In my dream I was the first to arrive
at the old home from the church. Wind

and night had forced through the cracks.
I pushed inside, turned on the lamps,
lit a fire in the stove. Frozen oak
logs stung my fingers; it was good
pain, my hands reddening on the icy
broom-handle as I swept away snow.
On Christmas Eve, I prepared a warm
place for my mother and father, sister
and brothers, grandparents, all my relatives,

none dead, none missing, none angry
with one another, all coming through the woods.

(“Housewarming,” by Thomas R. Smith, from The Dark Indigo Current © Holy Cow Press.)

Trouble brewing?

One of the items on Tiger Lilly’s Christmas list was a snowball maker from Hearthsong. She was delighted to find it under the tree, especially with snow on the ground. Of course, when you’ve got a snowball maker, it’s a shame not to, you know, make snowballs. Then, what are you going to do with all of those snowballs, especially ones that are so perfectly formed and aerodynamic? I don’t know if this bodes well for TL’s cousin, Micah, visiting from Oklahoma where they don’t get much snow … or for anyone, for that matter.

How does it do that?

We have a Christmas Cactus plant in our bedroom. It’s called that because it’s supposed to bloom on Christmas Day. Usually it’s just a green, leafy thing but it buds occasionally — not just on holidays — and has beautiful flowers. On Friday and Saturday of last week it had some new, closed buds. On Christmas morning, however, it was in full, glorious bloom! How does that happen?

Here’s a shot taken today, the day after Christmas. It’s still lovely but the blossoms are already starting to droop a bit. Kind of a sad sight, like the scraps of wrapping paper lying around that were so beautiful two days ago. Ah, well, like Christmas, they’ll all be back again!

Challenging Word of the Week: Hugger-mugger

Hugger-mugger

(HUG ur MUG ur) n., vb., adj., adv.



Through all its uses as these various, hugger-mugger involves two basic concepts: secrecy and disorder: True, these are distinct concepts – except that acts committed clandestinely are apt to be done in haste, and consequently in disorder. In any case, as a noun, hugger-mugger means “secrecy, concealment” or “confusion, muddle”; as a transitive verb, “to conceal, hush up”; as an instransitive verb, “to act secretly,” sometimes “to seek secret counsel”; as an adjective, “secret” or “confused”; as an adverb, “secretly or in confusion.”



It was spelt hucker-mucker in the 16th century; there was a Middle English verb mokere (to conceal, hoard) and a Middle English verb moder (to muddle). Lots of possible derivations; something of a muddle in itself. In Shakespeare’s Hamlet (Act IV, Scene 5), King Claudius, concerned about “the people muddled” as to the killing of Polonius, tells Queen Gertrude:



“…and we have done but greenly [foolishly] in hugger-mugger to intern him…”



Here Shakespeare uses hugger-mugger to mean “in secrecy and haste,” in a manner that would arouse suspicion of dirty work at the crossroads. Hugger-muggery means “secret doings,” suggesting haste, concealment and confusion – a word almost onomatopoeic, especially if prounounced in a stage whisper.



This selection is taken from the book, “1000 Most Challenging Words” by Norman W. Schur, ©1987 by the Ballantine Reference Library, Random House.





I post a weekly “Challenging Words” definition to call more attention to this delightful book and to promote interesting word usage in the blogosphere. I challenge other bloggers to work the current word into post sometime in the coming week. If you manage to do so, please leave a comment or a link to where I can find it.

Friday Fundamentals in Film: A Christmas Story

A Christmas Story actually wasn’t one of the movies we watched and discussed in the class I led with the junior high and high school boys, but given the season I thought it appropriate to delve into some of the character lessons that can be found in this classic film.

First let me say that this movie is a favorite for at least two generations of my family, and especially for my mom. She thinks that Ralphie looks a lot like I did at that age, while the era that is depicted is the same as the one when she was that age. I’ve always admired Jean Shepard’s ability to aptly describe the thinking of children without turning it into a caricature.

Secondly, unlike the movies I used in the class to help youngsters learn lessons by watching adults, this is a movie where it’s the youngsters that have the lessons for adults. One of the things that I get out of the movie is that we don’t just see a child’s-eye view of Christmas, but of adults (especially the father) as well.

Ralphie’s dad is a force of nature in his life, amazingly powerful yet unpredictable. His temper tantrums and cursing, while humorously portrayed, can’t help but have an influence on his son’s life. This is certainly illustrated in the incident with the spare tire, but also when Ralphie has finally had enough and takes his frustrations out on the bully, Scott Farkus. (That in itself is a good lesson about how bullies rule through reputation and intimidation but are ill-equiped to deal with the consequences when they push a good man too far, ala The Tin Star). Ralphie knows and fears he has gone over the line, even though he’s probably only acting the way his father would have (why else did it seem so natural for the little brother to cry, “Daddy’s going to kill Ralphie”?).

While I love this movie and don’t mean to draw out it’s darker aspects, there is another lesson that I find myself tripping over all too often, and that is how important it is to realize when your child is offering you a brief opportunity to get inside his or her world and find out what’s important to them. Just like Ralphie’s parents, I’m so wrapped up in my own frame of reference that I don’t realize, until after the fact, when my child has opened herself up to show me something where my acceptance and approval are vital to her (not in terms of getting a specific item, but in knowing she can trust me with her heart). When I’m brusque or dismissive I risk closing a door that I may one day wish I could open but can’t because of all the “you’ll shoot your eyes out” stacked in front of it.

Questions:

  1. What were the Red Ryder BB guns in your own life, and what did you learn by either getting, or not getting, these?
  2. What have been the results of “double-dog” dares in your life?

Point to Ponder:
What stories are your children going to tell about you when they grow up?

HOLIDAY BONUS FUNDAMENTALS IN FILM: White Christmas

This is another movie I always try to watch when it comes on each year at this time. Yeah, it’s sappy and the plot is mainly designed to sketch together a bunch of singing and dancing scenes, but I really enjoy the themes of friendship, loyalty and decency that pervade the story. There’s the friendship between Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye, the respect and concern that they have for their former commanding officer, and the graciousness and maturity displayed in the way the romantic stories are played out, without all the drooling passion and physicality that seems to be required to show “love” in films today.

I love the naturalness of each characters desire to do good to others, and Rosemary Clooney’s character’s willingness to put her principles ahead of her heart when she (erroneously) thinks the man she loves has behaved poorly. Yeah, they don’t make them like that any more, and more’s the pity. If you haven’t seen this movie before, or haven’t seen it for awhile, take a look. It’s probably showing right now on a channel near you.