Tonight we watched His Girl Friday (1940), another “Cary Grant tries to win back his ex-wife” story. Except in this one, he’s a newspaper editor, his ex-wife (Rosalind Russell) is his star reporter, and it takes place at about one thousand miles per hour.
Month: February 2002
Packed Weekend
The weekend was packed, as usual. Highlights include:
- seeing the National Ballet of Canada on Saturday afternoon. It was a mixed programme, but I was there to see Monotones I & II, choreographed by Frederick Ashton. The music was Erik Satie‘s Prélude d’Eginhard and Trois Gnossiennes for the first part, and Trois Gymnopédies(which you will hear in the film The Royal Tenenbaums, though it’s not on the soundtrack) for the second. Satie was at least fifty years ahead of his time, writing spare, beautiful music that would be right at home in films. Combined with the minimalistic costumes and set decoration, the piece would have been right at home in Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey. Mesmerizingly beautiful.
- watching, on Saturday night with our little film group, The Philadelphia Story (1940), with Katherine Hepburn, Cary Grant, and James Stewart. Razor-sharp and filled with intelligent laughs. Why can’t they make films like this anymore?
Hockey Gold!
As I write this, the symphony of car horns is almost deafening outside my window. Cars are cruising up and down every major street with Canadian flags fluttering in the breeze. This is about as patriotic as we get as a nation, celebrating a hockey victory. The game was exciting and much closer than the 5-2 final score would indicate. Tonight, it’s good to be a Canadian.
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Alice Cooper’s Greatest Hits
The CD I picked out this morning for my commute was Alice Cooper’s Greatest Hits. Ok, I know you’re probably cringing. But this album (as we called them back in the day) is like comfort food for me. I know almost every note. It was one of about half a dozen that were on constant rotation at the weekly beer bashes I used to frequent back around 1980. Before you mock my mullet-rock roots, we were also spinning stuff like The Cars’ first album and Queen’s A Night at the Opera, though that probably just puts me into another category of bad taste. But I can’t help it. I know I’ve asked this one before, but what are some of your guilty pleasures when it comes to old music?