Uncouth Reflections

Linkage

Posted on September 22, 2014 by Blowhard, Esq.

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

I can’t say I’m a fan of Rachel Ray, but this is probably the dumbest thing I’ve read in the past year. He writes, “LISTEN WHITEY. YOU DON’T JUST GO AROUND BRINGING HOME PARTS OF OTHER PPL’S CULTURES TO ENTERTAIN YOUR BRAT CHILDREN AND UGLYPALE FRIENDS WITH.” Actually, she has every moral, artistic, and culinary right to do just that, buddy.
Slate’s Amanda Marcotte thinks home-cooked meals are bad because they stress women out. Joel Salatin responds. I enjoyed Salatin’s farming memoir, Everything I Want To Do is Illegal.
Emma Watson says the view that feminism is about man-hating must end. OK, she’ll get her wish when self-identifying feminists stop seeing the world as one comprised solely of male oppressors and female victims. And don’t motte-and-bailey me with that “feminism is about female equality” nonsense.
Neil deGrasse Tyson likes to make shit up.
Oh goody. I can’t wait to ignore whatever new tests she comes up with. I hear the new one is the Bechdel Bechdel Test: 1) a woman and another woman, gay, or transgendered person; 2) who are named; 3) talk about how important the Bechdel Test is.
A dude has invented a one-piece suit. I’m gonna guess no woman wants to watch her man take off a onesie.
Plans are moving forward to expand and modernize L.A.’s Union Station and, unsurprisingly, the proposed renderings are awful. Lots of glass? Check. Swoopy hygiene white? Check. Ignores the surrounding architectural and historical context while looking generically “futuristic”? Check. Designed by Grimshaw Architects, it looks like it could be plopped down anywhere in the world. On the bright side, a restaurant is looking to open in a long-empty and beautiful part of the station. You can just see Walter Neff and Mrs. Dietrichson blowing smoke in each other’s faces in one of those booths.
If I came across this game I’d definitely buy it. I love Cold War ephemera and memorabilia.
Speaking of the Cold War, that’s the last time Americans cared about chess in large numbers, isn’t it? A great Slate essay on an astounding chess accomplishment that we all just missed.
Pulp Art Du Jour:

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Architecture Du Jour: The Fujian Tulou

Posted on September 21, 2014 by Blowhard, Esq.

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

The mountainous areas of western Fujian province in southwest China are home to a unique form of rammed-earth building known as tulou — large defensive structures designed to contain and protect one family clan…

…These enclosed fort like buildings, which could take seven years to build, have rounded stone foundations and a base of large stones, plastered with clay, which support 6-foot-thick earth walls, reinforced with bamboo canes. The building’s interior is a largely wood structure of beams, decks, and columns, which contains 250 small uniform dwelling units, housing some eighty families. These face a central communal courtyard, in which an ancestral shrine provides a focus for the entire community…

– Building Without Architects: A Global Guide to Everyday Architecture

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Vintage Paperback Du Jour

Posted on September 21, 2014 by Blowhard, Esq.

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

Published in 1966. From the back cover: “Where did he go? OUT. What did he do? EVERYTHING. He started with an ex-girl friend and then kept right on going. He didn’t care where — discotheques, cocktail parties, un-husbanded apartments — as long as there were women. Lots of women; enough to make him forget the seven long years he’d spent with only one. New York was a city of a thousand-and-one delights — and John Deale was determined to try them all…”

Posted in Art, Books Publishing and Writing, Sex | Tagged Bill Manville, high infidelity, nifty times, pulp art | 3 Comments

Notes on “King Solomon’s Mines”

Posted on September 21, 2014 by Fabrizio del Wrongo

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

Even more than “Star Wars” or “Raiders of the Lost Ark,” this cheery travesty from the Cannon Group seems to start in the middle. The hero, Allan Quatermain, is given no introduction, and the details of his mission — such as it is — are daubed in perfunctorily between bursts of silly action. In some ways it beats Lucas and Spielberg at their own game: It’s structurally looser, more improvisatory in feel, than anything the Bearded Duo ever came up with. (The movie can be taken as a spoof of ’80s blockbusters.) The screenplay, developed by Gene Quintano and James R. Silke, dispenses with most of the architecture of its source material, the 1885 novel by H. Rider Haggard; the plot is just one damn thing after another. But the movie’s knowingness and its honesty concerning its own dumbness are often fairly compelling. I particularly enjoyed a languorous bit in which the heroine, played by a young Sharon Stone, lounges in the jungle clad in lingerie. The “Penthouse”-style lighting makes her look gift-wrapped, and the tribe of ersatz Ubangis attending her has some of the cheek of the early Weissmuller Tarzan films, still the gold standard for ludicrous jungle fare. Here, at the start of her career, Stone is distinguished by a gangly American obliviousness. From a traditional acting standpoint her performance isn’t much, yet her physicality and diligence are memorable — she’s like a cheerleader giving her all for her team. (When she wants to communicate urgency she rapidly bobs up and down like she has to pee, and when attempting to fly a plane she throttles the controls and yells, “I’m drivin’ a car — vrooom!”) Veteran director J. Lee Thompson sustains a uniform tone and keeps everything moving at a brisk tempo. The gags are well-timed, and the energy doesn’t flag until the end, when the action becomes strained. In the role of Quatermain, Richard Chamberlain maintains an admirable blandness even while saying things like, “It’s right there between your legs! Pull on it!”

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Movie Poster Du Jour: “Blast of Silence”

Posted on September 20, 2014 by Fabrizio del Wrongo

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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Showtune Saturday: “I’ll Know”

Posted on September 20, 2014 by Eddie Pensier

Eddie Pensier writes:

I’ve started a few arguments in my day (and given people cause to question my sanity) by stating that Sky Masterson in Guys and Dolls (1955) is my favorite Marlon Brando screen performance. It makes more sense when taken in total against the backdrop of other roles he’s more famous for. Between the tormented, the agonized, the mad, the brutish, what would be the least Brando-ish thing you could possibly imagine him doing?

The romantic lead in a musical comedy, perhaps?

And he’s fantastic as smooth, suave Sky, with a voice that isn’t “good” exactly, but his technique and delivery are assured. Same goes for Jean Simmons as the prim and uptight Sarah Brown…who lets loose with surprisingly sweet sounds. Sarah may mock Sky’s concept of “chemistry” when he sings that that’s how he’ll know his love, but Simmons and Brando have a boatload of it in this scene.

The moment at the end when Brando grabs Simmons and plants one on her lips…she struggles and eventually melts for him…today’s morality police would certainly call it rape, or at least not within the spirit of “affirmative consent”. I call it sexy as all hell.

Trivia: supposedly Marilyn Monroe desperately wanted to play Miss Adelaide on screen. Monroe, Sinatra, Brando, Simmons…how’s that for a marquee?

BE watched the film a couple weeks ago, so let’s see what he has to say.

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

While I agree with Eddie that Brando and Simmons are appealing, I was underwhelmed overall. At two and a half hours, a musical should have a hell of lot more story than a dude trying to stage a crap game and another guy trying to woo a lady. The Sinatra scenes lack any dramatic or narrative drive — she wants to get married, he does not, and there is nothing standing in their way. At least with the Brando story you have the perennial jousting and parrying of opposites who are attracted to one another.

Furthermore, other than “Luck Be A Lady,” I did not think any of the songs were that memorable. On the other hand, a film in which a young Brando is dressed in a suit and seducing Jean Simmons through song and dance is not a thing to sneeze at. I also enjoyed the stylized Times Square and especially the opening number that deftly juggles a bunch of petty criminals plying their trade. I am glad I watched it, and I would recommend it to any musical fans if only because it is a Broadway favorite, but as Pauline Kael noted, while the Broadway version may be legendary “the movie provides no clue as to why.”

Posted in Movies, Music, Performers | Tagged guys and dolls, i'll know, jean simmons, marlon brando, showtune saturday | 2 Comments

Naked Lady of the Week: Stacy Moran

Posted on September 19, 2014 by Fabrizio del Wrongo

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

According to Boobpedia, this baby-faced bombshell appeared in “Penthouse” at least 26 times. Presumably, most of those appearances took place in the ’90s, when she was at the apex of her modeling career and bushy eyebrows were still in fashion. Like Marie McCray, she sometimes reminds me of a living Elvgren girl. Unfortunately, Stacy seems to have gotten implants at some point. Most of the photos I’ve featured here are pre-enlargement.

Nudity below the fold. Have a great weekend.

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Art Du Jour

Posted on September 19, 2014 by Blowhard, Esq.

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

While watching KISS ME DEADLY a few months back, I realized that the 1954 Chevy Corvette C1 is my dream car.

Posted in Art, Commercial art | Tagged automotive design, cars, Chevy Corvette, Ralph Meeker, Robert Aldrich | 2 Comments

Thursday Music Selection: Ride / Seagull

Posted on September 18, 2014 by Sir Barken Hyena

Sir Barken Hyena writes:

Shoegaze pioneers Ride had a great sound, a fusion of psychedelic and punk energies that took to the skies the moment the tonearm was down. Here they are in their prime, from the album Nowhere:

Cool lyrics too:

My eyes are sore, my body weak,
My throat is dry, I cannot speak.
My words are dead,
Falling like feathers to the floor.
You gave me things I’d never seen,
You made my life a waking dream.
But we are dead,
Falling like ashes to the floor.

Definitions confine thoughts, they are a myth,
Words are clumsy, language doesn’t fit.
But we know there’s no limit to thought,
We know there’s no limits.
Now it’s your turn to see me rise,
You burned your wings, now watch me fly,
Above your head.

Looking down I see you far below,
Looking up you see my spirit glow.