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Google is a great thing. It’s a noun. It’s a verb. It is the ultimate reference resource. Google it is the 21st-century version of the parental command, Look it up. Google has put an end to trivial bar arguments, like Robert De Niro was not in the original Godfather, as well as dinner-table debates such as the phrase is To the manner born, not manor. It’s originally from Hamlet. Google is helpful. Google is smart.
If all you really wanted for Christmas was a movie you could go to without contemplating asking for your money back, Hollywood may be able to help…finally. Here’s what coming in December:
Thanksgiving is just days away, and let me guess: It kind of crept up on you this year. Well, considering it’s technically on a different date each year, I guess it can catch you off-guard—that’s my excuse, certainly. Especially this year with the Hanukkah overlap—Thanksgivi-kah, if you will—and the start of Christmas shopping, it’s a very busy time. So take a moment to unwind with a little Turkey Day trivia.
So something funny happened last week. It’s not earth-shattering or anything, but it did kind of creep up on me. Birthdays don’t exactly appear out of nowhere. On some level, we know when our kids’ birthdays are coming up. Punch’s big day shouldn’t have been a shock. We’ve been celebrating it for years, after all. I remember the first one vividly as it was the night of the infamous Bush-Gore presidential election, dimpled chads and all. Nevertheless, when he burst through the bedroom door that morning and announced, I’m a teenager! It hit me like a safe falling from a roof: I have three teenagers.
You may find this difficult to believe, but 2013 is winding to a close. That’s right. There are just two awkward family functions, one parent-teacher conference, one fight over a space in the mall parking lot, six holiday parties, three vicious hangovers and a partridge in a pear tree remaining, and it’s over. It’s also time for another end-of-year tradition: the Oxford Dictionaries Online online list of new words. Much like the technology to which many of them refer, I don’t know how long some of these will be around. Nevertheless, the distinguished people at Oxford seem to feel they are worthy of an entry. As a service to our readers, I will use each word in a sentence…and also because my children bet me that I couldn't.
OK. So it’s no secret that Hollywood is a shining example of environmentalism. I mean, when it comes to reuse and recycle, the film industry is unrivaled. If a movie’s a hit, they make it another hit and then another. Let’s see if we can hit a 10-figure, worldwide box-office gross without burning a single creative calorie. The film industry will squeeze every dollar out of a good movie down to the last action figure. It’s the soul-less version of using all the parts of the buffalo.
The eleventh month is also the eleventh hour for award consideration. While one would think an Oscar-caliber movie would stay with a viewer, contenders seem to want their film fresh in voters’ minds. So with a few brain breaks for popcorn premieres November should prove to be a heady cinematic month.
Every year at about this time, I am plagued by the same dilemma: the perfect Halloween costume. It’s not that I’m going to a party or even dressing up. I just want to think of it--that perfect outfit that makes everyone say, That. Is. Awesome. I nailed it in 2009 when I got Whiny and his friends to go as the Chilean miners; but since then, I haven’t really, you know, hit it out of the park. I will say this, though: I may not always know what costume to wear on Halloween, but I can definitely tell you what not to wear.
At one time, the height of eponymous success was having a sandwich named for you. I mean, sure, if you’re a dignitary or a hero you might score a town or a bridge. But for the most part, a sandwich really was the flag on the peak. Today, however, the information age has created something greater to which to aspire--or not. A tweet, a YouTube post, a viral video, a Google alert...and bam! Name recognition. And, like the sandwich, when a name is associated with a certain product or behavior, sometimes it sticks.
So, I was watching a national morning news show last week—you know, the one with the girl with too much makeup, the short guy with thinning hair and three has-been stars from the '90s. Anyway, in between the stories on teen-friendly lunches and senior-friendly dinners—both presumably served at the same time—there was a segment on parenting trends. Well, I set my leftover pizza slice down and took notice. God knows when it comes to parenting, I need to know what I am not doing that would be wrong if I were doing it.
If you recall last weekend was delightful, weather-wise. Saturday was a crisp fall day—well technically it’s still summer, but you get my meaning—a sweatshirt and shorts kind of day. So it was in an almost spontaneous, certainly unpremeditated, moment that I said it. I’m not sure I had ever actually uttered the words before. I mean, I’m sure I had, but I may have blocked it out. I don’t know why but the weather must have caused a sudden surge of sentimentality. So I said it: we should go to the pumpkin patch.
Welcome friends. Today we take a harrowing journey, a journey upon which many younger tribesmen have never embarked. It is a journey fraught with hazards and obstacles, so much so that one wonders how any of our travelers ever make it. It is the curious migration of untamed clothes from the warm safe confines of the laundry room out across the open home to the more permanent habitat, the drawer.
So, last week the Ladue News staff was sitting around the conference room for a typical weekly meeting—you know, sipping Champagne and waiting for the mini-quiche to come out of the oven—when someone offered up a story idea: Why don’t we do a diet-and-nutrition series and extol the virtues of different diets? We could have doctors give their opinions. We could even have staffers try them out. Someone could do Weight Watchers, someone could do low-carb, Debbie could go gluten-free…
September is finally here. Finally. We can stop paying $14 to watch good actors sell themselves out and million-dollar budgets spin down the drain. What’s more, if the early offerings from Lee Daniels and Woody Allen are any indication, the fall should be brimming with Oscar-worthy films. The releases for September beg to differ. It’s not that there’s nothing worth seeing, it’s just that there’s nothing worth nominating--well, almost nothing. Here’s what’s coming in September:
There’s no doubt that this has been one of the worst summers for Hollywood in recent memory. Correction: Hollywood actually did pretty well. We were the ones who had to suffer. And every time a big-budget movie faltered this summer, it didn't simply disappoint, it went down in flames. You can almost hear Will Smith and Johnny Depp laughing over single malts at Teddy’s:
As you can well imagine, A-list actors are constantly juggling projects and choosing offers. It would be inconceivable that an actor would take every role they were offered—except maybe Michael Caine—and they are therefore bound to pass on some juicy parts. Tom Cruise famously passed on the leading roles in Footloose, Salt, The Talented Mr. Ripley, Enemy of the State, and Cold Mountain, just to name a few. Other prominent actors have turned down Oscar-winning roles and billion-dollar franchises. See if you can match the role with the actor who thought better of it.
Social media is everywhere: By phone, laptop, tablet, desktop or even a robot, like it or not, it’s how people communicate today. The laws dictating social propriety have been overturned. I’ve seen email RSVPs, condolence texts, wedding evites and thank-you notes on Facebook. Thankfully, tweeting during a funeral apparently is frowned upon.
I’m on vacation. It’s the same vacation I take every summer to a cozy hamlet in northern Michigan. The little town is the same, with fudge shops and stray bikes. The lake is beautiful as always, and the weather is delightfully unpredictable. Nevertheless, something is different. Something has changed.
I don’t want to raise the bar too much after the abysmal cinematic summer we’ve had, but things do seem to be looking up. Here’s what’s coming in August:
If you're a local power-broker, a 'lady who lunches' or just a St. Louisan in-the-know, chances are, you've frequented some of these hot spots.
Well, we are halfway through the summer movie season and the news is not good. Critics and insiders are calling this the summer of the flop, and despite the obvious (Oblivion, After Earth, White House Down, The Lone Ranger) I wonder why that is. I mean, come on, crappy action movies have been as much a part of the summer fabric as baseball games and BBQs. Why suddenly are movie-goers voting with their wallets?