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August 06, 2004

Amish in the City

I watched the second episode of "Amish in the City," a new reality show about a group of young Amish on rumspringe in LA in front of cameras on a show for UPN. Because I come from a Mennonite background, I have more sympathy with the Amish than with any other people on the show. Mennonites are that group in "Witness" that live across the valley from the Amish, but have phones and cars -- well, most of them do anyway. The fact is, the Amish are only a branch or two up the tree from my own faith. Obviously, I have no qualms about using electricity, but I do share some of the values about being skeptical about technology and about living apart from the world.

The show could have treated the Amish as freaks of culture, but my sense was that the producers wanted to avoid that tone. The show treated the Amish youngsters with a great deal of repect. One of the activities included taking a bus to ride horses. The bus ride was novel for the Amish (as it would be for most kids who grew up in the country, actually). The horses, however, were familar territory.

The second episode started with a big blow out about the non-Amish complaining vociferously that the Amish were slobs and, if they'd contribute to the housecleaning, relations would be much improved. Apparently, one of the Amish girls left her recently used underwear in a common area.

Some of the girls wanted to draw out Randy, one of the Amish men. When he ignored them, several others joined in on picking on him by pointing out his silence. In my view, some Amish young people may not need to be as verbal as other young people. One young Amish man, Joshua, I think, bemoaned the fact that he stopped his education at eighth grade. He said that he would further his education if he left the Amish. The young woman talking to him let him know about his options to get a GED (because he had some misconceptions about it). That moment touched my emotions. Quiet Randy later impressed the most verbal resident when he laughed and smiled and interacted with some developmentally disabled people at house outing. As the guy put it, Randy showed his heart. Randy, in an interview, said he felt comfortable helping others and he clearly looked the most comfortable when he could be acting in service of others.

It is hard not to have sympathy for sincere, friendly people who seem new to a culture and the impulse of the others in the house has turned mildly toward educating the others: "Talk more" and "Get an education so you can get work" "Learn the distinguish the names of musical genres from mucisians/musical groups so we won't snicker at you when you don't know the difference." The Amish so far have taken these coaching and barbs in good stride because they seem so excited about getting off the farm.

Some of the Amish young people have traces of a Pennsylvania Dutch accent. Many Amish speak it as form of low German and Mose, particularly has a slight German accent. Most of the other Amish young people don't have an accent on their words, but they do create phrases and emphasize words differently than I am accustomed to hearing.

I would not say that the Amish and non-Amish are charming each other yet, but the potential is there. Maybe next week, we'll find out that the Amish are complaining because no one else is doing their laundry. The show surpised me with the mundane things that come into its focus. These moments bring out the differences between the Amish and the non-Amish and I find myself charmed at times.

May 02, 2004

10.5 and Broadway

So, I watched quite a bit of NBC's new mini-series, 10.5. The newspaper reviewers were right. It is laughably bad. Special moments are too numerous to mention, but the two field workers running for gas masks to avoid gas bubbles was very entertaining.

John Schneider is featured prominently in the series as the governer's ex-husband. I haven't seen him get that much screen time since the late 70s when he starred in The Dukes of Hazard (I originally typed "Ducks of Hazard" -- also an interesting premise).

I said to my husband, "Whatever happened to Tom Wopat, the other Duke? His is one of only two celebrity autographs I collected as a teenager. Wouldn't you know the one Duke whose autographed photo I have is the one who has disappeared?

Not quite, though.

Turns out Tom Wopat, according to his official web site, stars in Broadway musicals and has a recording career. Who knew?

April 15, 2004

Lament for short-lived series

I got sucked into watching the Apprentice, just as I let myself get sucked into watching the first Average Joe. For my trouble, I was treated to watching Bob Dylan crooning for a Victoria Secret underwear ad. Whoo. Thrilling.

Sometime in the near future will be another Apprentice featuring Donald Trump which will air without any notice from me. Been there. Did that. Won't buy the T-shirt.

The prospect of the prospect of new reality shows makes me a bit sad when I think of some of the funny, good scripted shows that failed to make it through an entire season. The first show in this category was Quark, sort of a cross between Lost in Space and Hogan's Heroes starring Richard Benjamin. I rolled my eyes like him for years after watching the three of four episodes that aired in 1978. A show about a person who doesn't tolerate stupidity in others very well suited me very well as I entered high school. I wished it would have stayed around for years.

I stopped pining for that show when I saw Wizards and Warriors with Julia Duffy in 1983. Julia played a sadistic princess who favored suitors who brought her leather bull whips. I was very big into black leather at that time in my college career and I really enjoyed the truculent unfocused petulance of the main character. After just a few episodes aired, the show disappeared. Actually, I was not surprised, but I ate it up while it was around. So what if everyone was self-absorbed -- it was the 80s!

"On the Air" by David Lynch brought a breath of fresh air to 1993 TV in a series that only aired two or three episodes at most. It showed what might have happened if David Lynch and like-minded people had been in control of TV stations when shows first started airing live. TV would have quickly veered off into the absurd. It offered an interesting insight into the speculative fantasies of TV producers brains rather like Orson Scott card novels dabble in speculative fiction.

Another fun behind-the-scenes somewhat longer-lived satiric show was Grosse Pointe in 2000.

Shows with satire potential still fail miserably, Miss Match had some potential for satire, but the pressure to force matches for everyone every week weighed it down a bit. Wonder Falls, which mocked the underachieving 20-something crowd, was dead before it aired its third episode.

Some of the funniest satire I've seen lately have been Flash ditties passed around through links on the Internet. Perhaps I need to stop wasting my time watching shows like The Apprentice that are entertaining mostly because of their pretentiousness and start wasting time instead looking for little gems on the Internet.

April 08, 2004

Shameless ploy

Occasionally, late at night, when I'm flipping channels or taking a break from other projects, I tune into Ripley's Believe It or Not, hosted by Dean Cain. All told, I've watched portions maybe 5 or 6 episodes. It has the ability to transfix me to the tube if I'm in a certain mood.

The shameless part about it is (like it's a surprise that it's shameless) is that 3 of the 6 times I've watched it, they've featured Maria Gara, otherwise known as SnakeBabe, the Magician. Maria makes good TV for a certain demographic. I just happen not to be in that demographic -- the sort that wants to see a half-naked women with snakes draped over her body.

I could post something more substantial today, like reactions to recent news items I've seen on TV. I could write how I think the term "activist judges" is ludicrous. I would hope they would be activist! Of course they are activist! They comprise an engaged part of our democratic government! Some day, I'll add this rant to my post about judges and gay marriage. This topic will also get coverage in ER because the lesbian character with a baby and a marraige partner just got widowed (or widowered). I would not be at all surpised to see some activist judges show up on that show.

Another topic I could write about is how Dr. Condeleezza Rice's mannerisms during news clips of her testimony reminded me of Omarosa answering her detractors and inquisitors or The Apprentice. Their brows wrinkle just the same way and they keep their voices calm and well-modulated when under attack. Spooky similar. Wonder if they are related.

I could also try to figure out what President Bush was talking about, really, when he said he was "tired of swatting at flies." He said it to refer to the bombing of the Al Qaeda compounds during the Clinton administration. When I heard about President Bush using that phrase, I got an image of a gigantic ape with Bush's face clinging to the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center and swatting at the jets buzzing around his head like King Kong on the Empire State Building in the old movie with Fay Wray. If I could draw better, maybe I'd create political cartoons and get all sorts of hate mail. Or not. In this case, my mental image doesn't seem to have anything to do with what the president meant anyway. But I'm not sure.

Maybe it's best if I just stick to safe topics like Ripley's shameless ploy to exploit SnakeBabe to get more viewers.

March 08, 2004

Timeless satire

It's been too long since I've laughed till I cried. Yesterday, I pulled out a very special DVD set I got for Christmas, Yes, Minister and Yes, Prime Minister

Tonight, I got to one of my favorite episodes. With tears coursing down my face, I realized again just how great excellent satire can be. It documents the wars between the career politicians and the career civil servants. I watched it on PBS over 10 years ago, just as I was getting established in community work. This show did not deter me. Now that I deal with civil servants on a frequent basis, the show is even more funny.

The remarkable thing about this show is well it has aged. The issues are still the same (and I'm quoting here): what to do about tin-pot dictators in Africa, waiting for an erupting crisis in the middle East to distract attention away from a domestic scandal, public concerns about all-encompassing databases that keep tabs on citizens.

I get the impression when watching this show that government happens by accident during chance meetings. Somehow, that theme still rings true.

February 29, 2004

Worst of times, best of times

Highlight of the Awards:

Eugene Levy and Catherine O'Hara did, indeed, perform their song with the requisite kiss near the end. I had hoped they would come dressed as regular spiffed up attendees, but no, they came in character as Mitch and Mickey. I had only frissons of glee (instead of curling up with glee) because their duet did not win. Hurray for Annie Lennox though. Her speech moved me, which is much more than I can say for 99 out of 100 of the Award's speeches. It was a bittersweet moment, not only did "Kiss at the End of the Rainbow" not win but also because I'm a fan of T-Bone Burnett (Cold Mountain) and he didn't win, either. Actually, can music producers have fan clubs?

Can't someone tell Adrian Brody he can gain a bit of weight back now? His bit with the breath mint was very funny. I liked seeing the best actress nominees laughing while they were waiting to hear him read the winner's name. That left me with a good feeling.

Best actor I'd never heard of before but found in the process of watching as many nomitated films as possible: Derek Luke. I'm renting Antwone Fisher.

Billy was back. He must find it difficult to do, but he's a good host.

Lowlights:

No shockers this year. In general, everyone was too well behaved for a truly entertaining show. The pre-war tension, the worry about terrorist attacks, the edginess were all missing this year.

My nomination for the worst line in a film nominated for an Academy Award in 2003 -- and possibly one of the worst lines of any movie ever -- goes to Mystic River. Jimmy (Sean Penn's character) is shopping for a grave site and head stone for his murdered daughter. He and the sales guy are walking through the cemetary, and the salesman says, "You could get a Celtic cross. They're popular." This line struck me as very funny, so I laughed out loud. In a theater. I got an image of bereaved families of the recenlty deseaced jostling to be first in line for new shipments headstones with crosses. Outrageous! That a movie with such a line won one of the big awards is disconcerting.

My nomination for best line is in Pieces of April when Joy (Patricia Clarkson's character) says to her son as they are in a gas station bathroom so she can smoke medicinal pot for her nausea, "Honey, next time roll it tighter." This line also struck me as funny. The fact that Patricia Clarskson did not win is disappointing. I like Rene in Cold Mountain, but she looked good because she was in a movie where the ancillary cast stole the movie and outshone the main stars.

Low, very low depressing news: Michael Jeter died. I especially loved his performance in The Fisher-King, but enjoyed seeing him in many, many other movies. I'll miss him. He done good.

February 17, 2004

Brutal weekend: Oscars --> T minus 12

A few days ago, I posted my list of homework to prepare for the Oscars

I've edited it a few times to reorder priorities and add movies that I'd left off. Now for a progress report. Over the weekend, I saw (in addition to a sneak preview of Welcome to Mooseport and 50 First Dates):

Thirteen
Master and Comander
Big Fish (it got a Best Soundtrack nomination)

Still gotta see:

Rentals (in order of how fast Netflix can get them to me):

Seabiscuit
Pieces of April
Mighty Wind
Still in theaters (in order of preference):
In America
Mystic River
The Cooler
House of Sand and Fog
21 Grams
City of God
Fog of War
Something's Gotta Give
Triplets of Belleville
Girl with a Pearl Earring
Barbarian Invasions

Now gone from theaters:

Brother Bear

How were they? Hard on the body, actually. By the end of Big Fish, I knew I'd have to take a day or two off from those crappy theater seats around here.

February 15, 2004

Evolutionary Psychology on Fox

Friday night, I was flipping channels just after 9 p.m. -- one last cycle before finding something better to do starting at the bottom of the dial (FOX) and working higher.

to my surprise, the first thing I saw on Fox was a black rat wriggling around in some dead leaves and an announcer saying something like, "Now that he has spent himself entirely having sex the male will now die. Considering that the object is to get as many of his genes to propogate as possible, it seems a small price to pay for playing the game the way it needs to be played."

I thought, "This is Fox? Look there's the little Fox logo in the lower right."

The TV listing said the show was called something like "National Geographic: When Animals Attract."

Sure enough. 1) Fox didn't want to invest much in the Friday 9 p.m. time slot and 2) evolutionary psychology makes an blatant entre in to adult time on a major network.

Not a well-done fictional treatment, perhaps, but certainly more than usual.