Paleo Retiree writes:
Welcome to installment two in my short series about documentaries about movies, a genre that I 1) currently happen to find very lively, and 2) watched a bunch of examples of recently. (Installment one is here.) Today:
Paleo Retiree writes:
Welcome to installment two in my short series about documentaries about movies, a genre that I 1) currently happen to find very lively, and 2) watched a bunch of examples of recently. (Installment one is here.) Today:
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
The wood churches of Eastern and Central Europe are found across a vast region encompassing northern Russia and Finland, Poland, Czechoslovakia, Romania, Hungary, and the Balkans…Three distinctive forms of wood church, found in the Ukraine and adjacent areas of Poland and Slovakia, were built by three different ethnic groups — the Boyko, Lemko, and Hutsul people — who stem originally from the Carpathian highlands.
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The Boyko churches consist of three log rooms built along an east-west axis, each topped by a dome. The churches of the Lemko people followed the same three-part structure on an east-west axis. The churches of the Hutsul are also built on an east-west axis, but are formed by five rooms, with a dominant central square nave and two-storyed rectangular rooms connected to it on all four sides.
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Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:
Kirsten Mortensen’s latest novel, which is about a small chemical engineering company in upstate New York, is very clever. Kirsten’s fiction, which includes idiosyncratic works like “Can Job,” doesn’t fit comfortably into any particular box. That’s part of its charm. This particular book is especially multifaceted: it’s got espionage, romance, creepy scientists, arson, and lots and lots of pheromones. When a spoiled SoCal girl inherits the company, her presence initiates a struggle for control, not just for the firm, but for her romantic affections. Will she fall for the sarcastic sales guy or run off with the skeevy executive? The former’s got ex issues. The latter’s got a high-tech love potion — and he’s not afraid to use it. The writing is filled with the sort of small-town insight and quirky character detail one expects from one of Kirsten’s books, but the tone is more R-rated, more along the lines of a thriller. It’d make a cool Jonathan Demme movie — if Jonathan Demme movies were still worth seeing. You can buy it here.
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
Ginza Samba, Cal Tjader & Stan Getz Sextet, 1958. Composed by Vince Guaraldi of “Peanuts” fame, he plays piano on the track.
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
Based on prehistoric building technique, dry-stone houses with conical roofs are found throughout the Mediterranean region and beyond. They follow similar construction principles, but each type has its own name and style. The trullo (pl. trulli) is the name for such building that are found scattered throughout the countryside of the Itria Valley of the Apulia region of southeast Italy. The trull guild in this region are either rectangular structures with truncated pyramid roofs or circular structures with ogival (pointed) roofs…The trulli here are distinctive rectangular-plan buildings, containing several square rooms with conical roofs, connected by semicircular arches.
These trulli are constructed out of roughly worked limestone boulders, collected from neighboring fields, and were built, without foundations, directly on the underlying natural rock, using the dry-stone technique (without mortar)…These walls are extremely thick, providing a cool environment in hot weather and insulating against the cold in the winter…
— Building Without Architects: A Global Guide to Everyday Architecture
Eddie Pensier writes:
Not really a showtune, you protest. In fact, “Moses Supposes” was the only song from Singin’ In The Rain that hadn’t been previously used in other MGM musicals. The lyrics, such as they are, are by musical theater Olympians Betty Comden and Adoph Green, which therefore makes this a showtune.
Even if you disagree, it’s four of the most deliriously marvelous minutes Hollywood has ever produced. Plus Gene Kelly and Donald O’Connor.
Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:
This 1933 George Arliss vehicle focuses on a getting-ready-to-retire shoe magnate. His vitality is so reliant on competition that he covertly goes to work for his rivals when their fortunes begin to fail. The company, launched by his onetime buddy and romantic adversary, has foundered under his spendthrift progeny, and Arliss just can’t bear to see it sink below the waves. By reviving it he’s reviving his youth, his relevance. Arliss’ performance is a lot of fun: Doddering a little, uncertain as to how to secure his legacy, he suggests a fuzzier and much shrewder Lear. And he’s an apt foil for the young Bette Davis, who has some nice moments in a role that’s like an inversion of those familiar from screwball comedy. (She’s an heiress who runs towards home rather than away from it.) In fact, the whole movie seems consciously poised against the screwball attitudes then emerging in Hollywood comedy: It stands up for the squareness of the suburbs, the WASP work ethic, and the inherent wisdom of the elderly. Plot-wise, everything ties up neatly, and director John Adolfi has a clean, efficient way with interior dialog scenes. The movie could be sexier, but then its target seems to be older viewers who like to complain about the irresponsibility of spoiled young whippersnappers. Old people go to movies too, you know. It’s on Warner Instant.
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Eddie Pensier writes:
Every celebrity has their own fragrance nowadays. And frankly, those of us who appreciate the art of perfumery generally don’t think much of star-hyped scents: the lion’s share of their budget tends to go toward packaging and marketing, while the juice in the bottle is generally done on the super-cheap, and smells like it. (There are exceptions.) And who outside their teens would admit to wearing Justin Bieber or Britney Spears?
But for those who don’t mind their celebrity scents a bit outside the mainstream, here are some unusual selections.
For your next trip into the Peruvian Amazon jungle, try this scent licenced by the late actor’s estate. Contains notes of vetiver, juniper and (uh-oh) marijuana.

“Just a little behind the ears…”
Hey, everyone wants to smell like a movie star or a musician or an athlete or a billionaire. But it takes a serious hardcore history geek to admit to wanting to bathe in the aura of a 19th-century Vicar of Christ. It is claimed to be an eau de cologne with notes of violet and citrus. People might kiss your hands for altogether different reasons if you wear it.