<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737039</id><updated>2024-08-28T09:51:46.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frame Up</title><subtitle type='html'>phoenix confidential</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446458271252290106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737039.post-5291377369785473709</id><published>2007-03-04T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:25:53.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, cigarette smokers now have one thing on their side</title><content type='html'>I can&#39;t say that I expect almost anything I see in the movies to be based in reality, but I have to admit that this story diffuses one of the cooler effects around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href =&quot;http://film.guardian.co.uk/news/story/0,,2022344,00.html&quot;&gt;Petrol lit with a cigarette? Only in the movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...if you find yourself tied up and doused in petrol don&#39;t worry if all your assailant has is a lighted cigarette: scientists have proved you won&#39;t end up as a human fireball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Richard Tontarski, an expert in forensic fire at the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms research laboratory in Beltsville, Maryland) began looking into the problem because arson suspects frequently claim a petrol fire was started by accident. &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;The person claims, &#39;I accidentally threw gasoline on my girlfriend, she was smoking and she burst into flames&lt;/span&gt;*&#39;,&quot; he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out whether this was possible, he and colleagues experimented. They dropped burning cigarettes into trays of petrol. They sprayed a fine mist of petrol at a lighted cigarette. They even used a vacuum device to produce the higher temperature (900-950C) of a cigarette being sucked. In more than 2,000 attempts the petrol did not ignite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Tontarski can only speculate why. The layer of ash on the tobacco, perhaps, or the petrol vapour convected away from the hottest part of the cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is he in touch with Hollywood to demand it drops the explosive movie cliche? &quot;Actually they are pretty well aware of it. They don&#39;t care.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I can&#39;t really say that I do either. It looks too cool on film.  And even though I know that nothing&#39;s likely to happen, I still don&#39;t want to see people lighting up around a gas pump.  That article didn&#39;t say anything about matches and lighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(emphasis mine, because really, people use that as an excuse? And expect it to work?)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/feeds/5291377369785473709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8737039/5291377369785473709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/5291377369785473709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/5291377369785473709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-cigarette-smokers-now-have-one.html' title='Well, cigarette smokers now have one thing on their side'/><author><name>phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446458271252290106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737039.post-115572134977542727</id><published>2006-08-16T05:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:35:44.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Perfect</title><content type='html'>Almost Perfect: Bad Scenes in Good Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, even the greatest movies have moments that explain the existence of phrases like “gag me with a spoon”.  These  moments are so bad in the midst of “poetry” it it hardly seems possible, and even mere mediocrity can seem like a crime when one is brutally jerked out of temporary bliss.  It may sound melodramatic, but it really sucks when you are having a great time only to have the moment die suddenly like a record dragged abruptly off the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apocalypse Now&lt;/b&gt; is one of my favorite movies; I nearly know it by heart, I’ve read Eleanor Coppola’s Diary, watched &lt;b&gt;Hearts of Darkness&lt;/b&gt; the documentary, read the Joseph Conrad novel, etc. But watching Apocalypse Now Redux, I am reminded of the added scene at the French Plantation, possibly one of the most boring scenes ever filmed.  The movie comes to a slow, and increasing painful halt, like coming down from a high and realizing that you are going to experience the hangover before you get to pass out.  It’s whiny, practically incomprehensible, and whatever point it does have was established earlier in the film.  Because of this one scene I will usually just watch the original cut, which is a shame because I love some of the other added scenes, (like the second Playmate sequence.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, &lt;b&gt;JFK&lt;/b&gt; is not one of my favorite films, but I found it entertaining enough.  That is until I got to the final courtroom scene, which turned into a 30 minute lecture courtesy of Oliver Stone and Kevin (my voice sounds like I never finished the final stages of puberty) Costner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a movie people.  Not therapy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/feeds/115572134977542727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8737039/115572134977542727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/115572134977542727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/115572134977542727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/2006/08/almost-perfect.html' title='Almost Perfect'/><author><name>phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446458271252290106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737039.post-115571592976181713</id><published>2005-09-02T04:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T04:12:09.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shawshank Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://phoenix.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/shawshank_rain_1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;image-full&quot; title=&quot;Shawshank_rain_1&quot; alt=&quot;Shawshank_rain_1&quot; src=&quot;http://phoenix.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/shawshank_rain_1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get busy living or get buy dying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;That&#39;s damn right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&#39;s a testament to the near perfect nature of this film that I am posting about it at all.&amp;nbsp; In fact this is the 3rd entry about it that I have written, mainly because each previous version was lost to bugs in the software, and just plain old human stupidity (specifically mine, of course,) or as I choose to call it at the moment, fate. I keep accidently erasing the entry before I can publish it. Still, I keep perservering because this truly is a must see film, and not just because they air it in TNT all the time because Ted Turner got the rights cheap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&#39;m convinced that this film, along with &lt;strong&gt;Scarface&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;The Godfather&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;The Usual Suspects&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/strong&gt; and Bond Films, is the male equivalent of the &lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc99cc;&quot;&gt;chick flick&lt;/span&gt;. I have yet to date a guy, and that includes the ones that didn&#39;t go to film school, who won&#39;t sit through this film like it&#39;s the holy grail.&amp;nbsp; Considering this is a film that runs a ridiculous length of time, features gay rape, opera, library scenes, and almost no women, that&#39;s sayong a thing or two. I&#39;m surprised any guy can even sit politely through it. Then again, I&#39;m not sure I&#39;d like a guy who didn&#39;t love this film.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&#39;s easy to see why this film is so popular, both with men and women, (and again, not because they show it all the time).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing is, if you&#39;ve ever felt maltreated, isolated, misunderstood and wrongly persecuted, you&#39;ll identify with the characters in this story.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andy Dufresne, who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Man I wish they&#39;d put that on the poster.&amp;nbsp; Maybe someone would have actually seen this movie when it was in theatres.&amp;nbsp; As it was, I remember specifically staying away because of the title and the strange self-righteous ad campaign that was attached to the film. I can only imagine that someone got fired, because with proper marketing this could have been a hit much sooner. I just don&#39;t see how they didn&#39;t maiximize the potential.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;For starters, they could have really ttried to catapult Tim Robbins, fresh off an 8-year string of hits starting with &lt;strong&gt;Top Gun,&lt;/strong&gt; to swoony leading man status. They could have exploited his terrific chemistry with Morgan Freeman and flooded the ads with Morgan Freeman&#39;s smooth interpretation of so many lines, like the unchanged &amp;quot;Maybe it&#39;s because I&#39;m Irish&amp;quot;, when the part was written for a white character. Or this line:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I like to think that the last thing that went through his head, other than that bullet, was to wonder how the hell Andy Dufresne ever got the better of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Then, hindsight is, well, you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of characters, with &lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000317/&quot;&gt;Clancy Brown&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0348409/&quot;&gt;Bob Gunton&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0004743/&quot;&gt;Gil Bellows&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0006669/&quot;&gt;William Sadler&lt;/a&gt; and my favorite Spencer Tracy -lookalike &lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0926235/&quot;&gt;James Whitmore&lt;/a&gt; it&#39;s also like a collection of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fametracker.com/hey_its_that_guy/&quot;&gt;Hey it&#39;s that Guy&#39;s&lt;/a&gt;. (I hope the upcoming HITG book is less lazy that the recent entries have seemed. &amp;lt;/disgruntled fan&amp;gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For such a long film, it&#39;s surprisingly low on filler and moments that beg you to reach for the remote. For as many times as I have already seen it, whenever I catch it while I channel-surf, I almost always stop to watch it all.&amp;nbsp; Even with commercials.&amp;nbsp; (I know it so well, the commercials just allow me to multitask.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, it&#39;s about hope. Which as Andy Dufresne so wisely says, like his fellow ex-jailbird Martha, it&#39;s a good thing.&amp;nbsp; And as Red says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00;&quot;&gt;I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;I hope...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/feeds/115571592976181713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8737039/115571592976181713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/115571592976181713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/115571592976181713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/2005/09/shawshank-redemption.html' title='The Shawshank Redemption'/><author><name>phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446458271252290106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737039.post-115572067068255288</id><published>2005-07-31T05:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T05:31:10.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies I like that apparently make me pretentious</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes when I tell people I like or dislike a movie, I get the predictable eyeroll and the standard dismissive treatment that comes with having gone to a film school and worked in the industry. As my good (industry) friend&#39;s wife Debra put it, &amp;quot;we suck the life out of a film.&amp;quot; (at least that&#39;s the essence of what she said, I didn&#39;t take notes at the time, but she was annoyed at our technical criticism.) Granted, sometimes knowing the inner-workings of film can make me cynical, critical, and unforgiving, but the bottom line is, I&#39;m a much bigger fan with every passing day than I ever was. And my BFA certainly doesn&#39;t make me a movie snob.&amp;nbsp; I just got a degree for something a lot of people do for fun. (Don&#39;t think I didn&#39;t work for it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I may know some tricks of the trade, but I hate to be spoiled, and I love seeing things that make me question reality, or make me say, how did they do that?&amp;nbsp; As such, I think I&#39;m ripely placed to be a fanboy (or girl as such).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Granted, now that I&#39;ve been despoiled as it were, I&#39;m not the person you want to watch basic T.V. with.&amp;nbsp; I recently proposed a bet where I wagered how many special effects cuts a certain editor made on a commercial that appeared to be very simple.&amp;nbsp; Despite the fact I hadn&#39;t worked with him in years, I recognized his handiwork without even a sound.&amp;nbsp; This sort of familiarity tends to make one a bit cynical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cliche or no, Hollywood marketing has an indelible place in the public mind.&amp;nbsp; If a movie doesn&#39;t come packaged, well, it&#39;s not that I believe that the general public can&#39;t appreciate it. It&#39;s that there&#39;s so much dreack thrusted there way, why would they bother to pay attention?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The soundtrack helped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movies by David Mamet&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/feeds/115572067068255288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8737039/115572067068255288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/115572067068255288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/115572067068255288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/2005/07/movies-i-like-that-apparently-make-me.html' title='Movies I like that apparently make me pretentious'/><author><name>phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446458271252290106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737039.post-111821390152126949</id><published>2005-06-08T02:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T04:59:55.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Bancroft Dies at 73</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050607/ap_on_en_mo/obit_bancroft;_ylt=AlHpiGCM3S5LoovWf4I1xVys0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTA2MTQ3MTFjBHNlYwN0cw--&quot;&gt;Sigh&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Anne_memorial&quot; alt=&quot;Anne_memorial&quot; src=&quot;http://phoenix.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/anne_memorial.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Annebancroftyoung_1&quot; alt=&quot;Annebancroftyoung_1&quot; src=&quot;http://phoenix.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/annebancroftyoung_1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;img title=&quot;Annebancroftsmoking&quot; alt=&quot;Annebancroftsmoking&quot; src=&quot;http://phoenix.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/annebancroftsmoking.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She even made &lt;strong&gt;Point of No Return&lt;/strong&gt; bearable. Though Nina Simone helped. Plus she had a cooler than Newman and Woodward Hollywood /Broadway marriage. A True Dame in the best sense.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/feeds/111821390152126949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8737039/111821390152126949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/111821390152126949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/111821390152126949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/2005/06/anne-bancroft-dies-at-73.html' title='Anne Bancroft Dies at 73'/><author><name>phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446458271252290106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737039.post-109895739922407766</id><published>2004-10-28T05:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T06:01:36.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooops, Still editing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/feeds/109895739922407766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8737039/109895739922407766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/109895739922407766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/109895739922407766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/2004/10/ooops-still-editing.html' title=''/><author><name>phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446458271252290106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737039.post-109880247489300032</id><published>2004-10-26T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T10:57:10.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Papillon (1973)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.SuperImageHost.com/usr/703/ford.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve McQueen....Henri &#39;Papillon&#39; Charriere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustin Hoffman....Louis Dega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor Jory....Indian chief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don Gordon....Julot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; spoilers ahead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not a pyschic, nor a goddess, but I bet I can guess what you&#39;re thinking here.  You&#39;re thinking that I made a mistake when I posted because Harrison Ford has no place in an entry about &lt;b&gt;Papillon&lt;/b&gt;, since he wasn&#39;t in the film.  For those wondering if maybe he had some sort of cameo, check your &lt;a href=&quot;http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0070511/combined&quot;&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;, those first people were right.  Harrison Ford has absolutely nothing to do with &lt;b&gt;Papillon&lt;/b&gt;. He is, however, the star of &lt;b&gt;Clear and Present Danger&lt;/b&gt;.  I&#39;ll get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down at the keyboard Saturday night buoyed by Stanley Pollock&#39;s inspirational words on the recent episode of the AMC series &quot;The Essentials&quot;. I was preparing to write about Dustin Hoffman&#39;s enjoyable turn as Louis Dega, a famous french counterfeiter whose success, given his apparent near blindness, is astonishing.  Hoffman pears nerdily from behind his coke-bottle glasses and gives a Ratso Rizzo-like performance, echoing his his turn in &lt;a href=&quot;http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0064665/combined&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Midnight Cowboy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; four years earlier.  Like any true method actor, Hoffman suffered for the role, wearing corrective contact lenses underneath the glasses so he could see straight. As it turns out he spends a great deal of energy trying unsucessfully to be less interesting than Steve McQueen, the star of this ersatz &#39;essential&#39;.  Overacting understatement one might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McQueen, is the lead character Henri Charriere, aka Papillon, so nicknamed, I suppose, because of the butterfly tattoo on his arm, though there may be a more meaningful explanation that I missed. Papillon is french for &quot;butterfly&quot;, thereby completing the educational part of the film. Papillon is a petty criminal falsely accused of murder and sentenced to a life term on Devil&#39;s Island in French Guyana, South America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to comment on the wonderfully crafted script by the much exalted member of the Hollywood ten, Dalton Trumbo, in what would be his last screen work before his death in 1976.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to add trivia about Don Gordon, a featured actor and familiar face. I knew I&#39;d seen him with McQueen before, so I looked him up. Turns out he&#39;s a personal friend of McQueen&#39;s and also appeared in &lt;b&gt;Bullitt&lt;/b&gt; (1968) and &lt;b&gt;The Towering Inferno&lt;/b&gt; (1974).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do these things, but I fell asleep.  I fell so soundly asleep that I awoke at the end of the move thinking it was the next day.  So thank you &lt;b&gt;Papillon&lt;/b&gt; for providing me with the best sleep I&#39;ve had in days, even in the face of the a bladder full of the seven cups of full strentgh tea I had consumed.  That&#39;s some impressive somambulent power you possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly &lt;b&gt;Papillon&lt;/b&gt; is based on Charriere&#39;s true story, though it is widely acknowledged that he played fast and loose with the facts.  That&#39;s usually expected in Hollywood films and forgiven if the film is entertaining. This film is just frustrating.  I suspect that had I made it to Papillon&#39;s actual escape off the island after countless tries, I would have been happier and prouder of myself for simply having sat through this endurance test.  This film is not the worst ever made, by any means, but I think it&#39;s status as a &quot;classic&quot; needs to be re-eevaluated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Steve McQueen sure was hot though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.SuperImageHost.com/usr/703/span2s.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact his &lt;a href=&quot;http://members.tripod.com/~stvmcqueen/favs.html&quot;&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; are certainly more entertaining than his actual films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to &lt;b&gt;Clear and Present Danger&lt;/b&gt;. Good thing I&#39;d seen &lt;b&gt;CAPD&lt;/b&gt; before as I missed most of it while I typed this. I just got to occassionally glimpse Ford looking bemused, Anne Archer looking concerned and wifely and &lt;a href=&quot;http://adorocinema.cidadeinternet.com.br/personalidades/atores/joaquim-de-almeida/corpo.htm&quot;&gt;Joaquim de Almeida&lt;/a&gt; looking crazy hot.  Then there&#39;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0001089/&quot;&gt;Henry Czerny&lt;/a&gt; who seems to specialize in just being crazy, uptight and scary, and Greg Germann who specailizes in playing the rich WASPy 2% or something. I always remember him from &lt;i&gt;Ned and Stacey&lt;/i&gt;, the pre-&lt;i&gt;Will and Grace&lt;/i&gt; without the gay twist and before Debra Messing stopped consuming food with calories. Oh yeah he was also Fish on &lt;i&gt;Ally McBeal&lt;/i&gt;. Everyone&#39;s gotta eat somehow.  Except, of course Debra Messing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what useless information I posess. Darn that Papillon for being a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy playing POTUS (President of the U.S.) tries his best to be the flinty American, but he comes off as something of a buffoon.  Everytime he occupied the screen I found myself wondering if &lt;a href=&quot;42/&quot;&gt;James Cromwell&lt;/a&gt; was busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a note to wise, black elder statesmen in the vicinity of Jack Ryan.  Put your affairs in order, Your death warrant has been sealed.  I think the older black advisor always dies in Tom Clancy stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point? Is &lt;b&gt;CAPD&lt;/b&gt; mindless fluff?  Yes.  Is it in the same league as &lt;b&gt;Papillon&lt;/b&gt;?  Well, probably not.  Still, the two hours I spent barely rewatching it were infinitely more enjoyable than the time I spent with &lt;b&gt;Papillon&lt;/b&gt;. To further cement my lowbrow tastes, I think Harrison Ford is better looking that Steve Mcqueen.  He&#39;s a better actor too.  Sydney Pollack and his Cinema History gurus missed the boat on this one.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/feeds/109880247489300032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8737039/109880247489300032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/109880247489300032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/109880247489300032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/2004/10/papillon-1973.html' title='Papillon (1973)'/><author><name>phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446458271252290106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737039.post-109829588191335608</id><published>2004-10-20T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T14:15:36.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Legends: Cicely Tyson</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.moviestar-photos.com/graphics/247/247590.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0001807/&quot;&gt;Her IMDB listing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;All you&#39;ve got to do in this country today is just be on television and you&#39;re more known and respected than anyone who paints a great painting or creates great music or writes a great book or is a great dancer. People were already calling me &#39;Mr. Tyson,&#39; or saying, &#39;I know who you are. You&#39;re that guy who&#39;s married to Cicely Tyson!&#39; And they would be sincere when they said that. It taught me that a bad, untalented person who is on television or in the movies can be more recognized and respected than than a genius who doesn&#39;t appear on the screen.&quot;           --Miles Davis&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ex-husband Miles Davis may not have respected her noteriety, but I for one would argue that Cicely Tyson is not nearly famous enough. She was a successful model before she started acting.  She studied at NYU and the Actor&#39;s Studio.  She&#39;s been a staple of TV, even starting out on the soap opera Guiding Light as well as movies. She&#39;s been nominated for many, Emmy&#39;s Ocsars, Baftas, Golden Globes and everything else under the sun. From 1981-88, she was married to fellow legend Miles Davis, a relationship that from all accounts was tumultuous and abusive. (Several Sources also list her as a co-founder of the Dance Theatre of Harlem with Arthur Mitchell and Karel Shook, but as their site only lists her as a part of the National Advisory Board, the story does not seem completely accurate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching The &lt;b&gt;Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All&lt;/b&gt; reminded why Cicely Tyson was for years treated by the black community with the same reverence that Meryl Streep is nearly universally accorded now.  I had been wondering if she&#39;d been working lately, because I hadn&#39;t heard much about her in years.  It seems she&#39;s been in the land of women&#39;s TV, territory that for some reason doesn&#39;t seem to speak to any women I know.  It&#39;s a sad thing really, since I&#39;d much rather be inundated with projects by the like of Tyson than reality TV featuring any of the so call popular personalities these days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The choices of roles I made had to do with educating and entertaining. And as a result I found myself working only every two or three years.   --Cicely Tyson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that like Streep, Tyson has suffered a bit because of the preciousness of her reputation.  She is well known for her commitment to only taking roles that show black people in a strong and positive light.  In many ways, she has made her work part of the politics of her life, something that has made it impossible to treat either lightly. In fact the characters she portrays are as much a part of the fabric of black American history as the real people were.  It is almost impossible to think of Harriet Tubman, Coretta Scott King, Rosa Parks and Jane Pittman anymore without her name being part of their legacy. I&#39;m actually surprised that there are Zora Neale Hurston projects coming up that don&#39;t have her name attached. It seems an almost unthinkable oversight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite a lengthy search, I could barely find any information online about about Tyson&#39;s recent works and endeavors. I know she&#39;s not exactly E! NEWS material but hey, I barely even found any information about her marriage to Miles Davis, arguably the most tabloid-attractive part of her career. Bill Cosby provided his house as the location for the wedding and served as best man; with all the star power they were surrounded by and Davis&#39; explosive reputation, you&#39;d think that would at least rate a scandalous website somewhere.  Most information, however came from reviews of books about Davis, and the snippets featuring her focused on his abuse, the time she fought back and pulled the weave out of his head! and her semi-successful struggle to get him to quit drugs and smoking and live a healthier lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn&#39;t been hiding out on the stage either.  It seems she hasn&#39;t been on at least the Broadway stage since 1983. Generally, it seems that between her acting roles she&#39;s been backing up the U-Haul to collect awards for her acting and her humanitarian work. She has a record number of NAACP Image awards and awards from possibly every black activist group in the country.  She is a world ambassador for UNICEF since 1985 and a supporter of Meals on Wheels. She has her own school of Performing and Fine Arts and does charity work through her church.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.stkittsnevis.net/media/january04-11.html&quot;&gt;This past January&lt;/a&gt;, she gave a talk about science, politics and Carribbean Culture and how war research can be used for more humanitarian purposes, like cancer research. I especially like the part where she acknowledges that while others who make their career in politics and science may be more qualified to discuss such issues, we all have a responsibility to educate ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her obvious dedication to various causes, I haven&#39;t seen Tyson in any news conferences where she rachets up self-publicity while she supports her cause either. Unlike say, Sharon Stone or Jennifer Lopez who can&#39;t seem to leave a tip without calling the press. The ironic thing is I wouldn&#39;t mind if Tyson called up the press a little more.  This is a woman whose life seems to hold as much quality as her art and I for one wouldn&#39;t mind knowing more about her. That is as long as they aren&#39;t appearances like &lt;a href=&quot;http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hc&amp;amp;id=1800030056&amp;amp;cf=pg&amp;amp;photoid=210795&amp;amp;intl=us&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; that will get her listed at &lt;i&gt;Go Fug Yourself&lt;/i&gt;. A kerchief is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; what becomes a legend most unless she&#39;s playing a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.africanamericans.com/CicelyTyson.htm&quot;&gt;decent bio&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://search.eb.com/blackhistory/micro/727/65.html&quot;&gt;other Tyson info&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/feeds/109829588191335608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8737039/109829588191335608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/109829588191335608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/109829588191335608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/2004/10/legends-cicely-tyson.html' title='Legends: Cicely Tyson'/><author><name>phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446458271252290106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737039.post-109819874365378976</id><published>2004-10-19T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:27:11.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mating Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href =&quot;http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0043792/combined&quot;&gt;IMDB entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starring:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Gene Tierney....Maggy Carleton&lt;br /&gt;John Lund....Val McNulty&lt;br /&gt;Miriam Hopkins....Fran Carleton&lt;br /&gt;Thelma Ritter....Ellen McNulty/Ellen &quot;the maid&quot;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href =&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When Val McNulty gets married to his new socialite bride, he neglects to mention his working-class mother, Ellen, who just lost the family greasy spoon. In order to spare her son any embarrasment, Ellen skips the wedding.  But when she makes a surprise visit to meet the new bride, she is mistaken for a cook hired to help at an important cocktail party for Val&#39;s boss and of course, hijnks ensue...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mainly watched ths movie because  had heard so much about Gene Tierney&#39;s legendary beauty, and she truly did not disappoint.  Tierney was radiant on the screen.  She also wore nicer dresses to wash the dishes than I&#39;d be likely to wear to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true star of the movie though is Thelma Ritter.  I knew I&#39;d seen this woman before, and after checking out her IMDB page I realised she was one of those old standby character actors and that I specifically remembered her from &lt;b&gt;Rear Window&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;All About Eve&lt;/b&gt;.  The woman just has a sense of comic timing that so easy and comfortable.  She makes you think that she&#39;s not acting at all, she just showed up on the set and let the camera follow her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story itself is pleasant enough, though not surprising in the least, it is enjoyable.  The real reason to watch though is for the warmth of Ritter&#39;s performance and the near flawless beauty of Tierney.  Not a bad way to spend 90 minutes if you&#39;re in the mood for old-fashioned fun.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/feeds/109819874365378976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8737039/109819874365378976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/109819874365378976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/109819874365378976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/2004/10/mating-season.html' title='The Mating Season'/><author><name>phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446458271252290106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737039.post-109786650044291644</id><published>2004-10-15T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:49:59.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew I was the bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/B/blondelikeme/1071705117_resmarilyn.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;YOU ARE MARILYN MONROE&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lucky you! You are a BOMBSHELL AMONG BOMBSHELLS,&lt;br&gt;Marilyn Monroe. You are the ultimate woman.&lt;br&gt;You&#39;ve got style, class, sex appeal and most of&lt;br&gt;all &quot;the look&quot;. You are every man&#39;s&lt;br&gt;dream girl, no matter what era. You&#39;re the&lt;br&gt;essence of everything feminine and sexy, but&lt;br&gt;are a little ditzy at times. All you need is&lt;br&gt;some red lipstick and some Chanel #5 and you&#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got it made. Watch Marilyn float across the&lt;br&gt;screen in &quot;The Seven Year Itch&quot; to&lt;br&gt;see how a little bit of body language goes a&lt;br&gt;long way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/blondelikeme/quizzes/Who%20is%20your%20%20inner%20bombshell%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Who is your  inner bombshell?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that also makes me vain and delusional.  I&#39;m sure they would have mentioned that, but it was a short quiz you can&#39;t include everything. But enough with the cynicism.  This is where I celebrate the movies I love, and anything related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?  Oh yes, &lt;b&gt;The Seven Year Itch&lt;/b&gt; is overrated and mannered. But I&#39;ll save that for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/M/Medox/1039424283_zmonroepic.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;You are Marilyn Monroe!&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&#39;re Marilyn Monroe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/Medox/quizzes/What%20Classic%20Pin-Up%20Are%20You%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;What Classic Pin-Up Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone trying to tell me something?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/feeds/109786650044291644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8737039/109786650044291644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/109786650044291644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737039/posts/default/109786650044291644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frameup.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-knew-i-was-bomb.html' title='I knew I was the bomb'/><author><name>phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01446458271252290106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>