Wednesday, December 6, 2006

why have i been stopping?

well people of the innerweb i'm still on my way out of BC. i guess it makes sense that after it taking 2 months to get into it that it's taking me a few days to get out.

i do really want out though. it hasn't been anywhere near as much fun (or safe...) here in BC now that i'm leaving. today i got to a place called goldy-on.


man i'm getting sick of mother nature mimicing my mood with the weather. it's all cloudy and depressing STILL! more to the point it has been snowing now and then as i drive. i may be warm blooded, but i don't have feathers like other coelurosaurs... sure hope it's warm in alberta when i get back...

oh course i needed to pull over again like a few days ago in the enchanted forest... i really didn't want to after that whole ordeal... but i'd get stranded if i didn't get gas... so i gave in to my stupid car... should have known better!


after filling up my car, and picking up a snack for the road i placed my twinkies down on a bench for just a sec. when i turned around it was like a nightmare... not one, not three, not zero, but TWO bears were suddenly there fighting for my twinkies!!!

to be honest i was terrorified! these guys are almost as scary as vampires or ghosts...


now if i were a big t-rex this probably won't scare me so much. my mom for example weighs as much as both these guys, and could easily take them (but don't let the fact she's a girl throw you off... with we dinos the females are the really scary ones!). i on the other hand, well weigh as much as one of their whiskers... uh if bears have whiskers?

anyways i did the only thing that seemed right for the situation... i ran as fast as i could jumped in my car, and hide underneath my sleeping blankets! call me a coward if you must, but you're not the one tending to dragon fire burns!

after an hour of hiding i popped my head up to see no signs of bears that alone my twinkies... with the coast clear i took off.

it's alberta of bust now!!! no more stopping in BC if i can help it...

Monday, December 4, 2006

3 Godfathers - 1948 - DVD

Sunday, December 3, 2006

The picture at right is not from the film, though it captures John Wayne in a pose simultaneously filled with vulnerability and grit, the perfect point of entry into the film, 3 Godfathers, directed by John Ford in 1948. And when you get right down to it, 3 Godfathers is essentially about John Wayne, and the evolution of his on-screen character as he and Ford redefine what the West means to America. Wayne plays Robert Marmaduke Hightower (a handsome name if there ever was one) who is in a kind of transition between the hopeful days of the Western and the defeatist West that begins to surface in later years, a clear marker being Ford's The Searchers (1956), where Wayne's Ethan Edwards practically rejects God and anticipates a fruitless future. Hightower hasn't lost respect for ceremony, unlike Ethan stomping through his family's funeral in The Searchers, but he has an ambivalent relationship with the God. One minute he stands over a cross at a funeral, the next he tosses the bible to the dust, letting its pages wither in the wind. Hightower is a bad guy, but he has his moments of sensitivity that reassure us that he has a conscience.

The film is dedicated to Harry Carey, who starred in the original 1916 version, The Three Godfathers. Carey and Ford were long-time friends who had a working relationship together, making roughly twenty "Cheyenne Harry" serials in 1919, two films in 1918, and their first film together, The Fighting Gringo in 1917. Carey died in 1947, a year after the release of 3 Godfathers, but has a credited role in another 1948 film, Howard Hawks' Red River. On the set of 3 Godfathers Wayne told Carey's son, Harry Carey, Jr. that his father was the one who taught him how to act, how to talk, and how to walk. The film is almost in the presence of Carey's ghost with the amount of influence he extends to the plot, acting style and subtext.

I'm prone to point out the credit sequences in Ford's films, and 3 Godfathers is no exception to that habit. The "directed by" credit appears as the credits music crescendos; the title fades, but the music lingers on as the narrative begins. This musical superimposition of Ford's credit extends his role directly into the narrative—his presence is known, and is in fact undeniable, as the story begins even if he is not a visible character in the narrative. Within the first few shots Ford gives us the basic outline of the story: the first image is a train puffing across the plains (which represents Wayne's antagonist, as we learn later), and just before the credits there is a three-shot of the protagonists, Wayne, Carey, Jr., and Pedro Armendariz, the "three godfathers" on horseback trotting into town. Without an ounce of dialogue and two simple shots we already have a representation of what this story is about; a perfect example of tight, efficient narrative structure.


The three horsemen are bandits that rob the town bank where Ward Bond's Perley "Buck" Sweet is sheriff. The bandits swiftly escape, but though they get out of town unscathed, their water canteen does not. Surrounded by miles of desert, Buck blasts a hole through it, guaranteed to make the three stop at watering holes in neighboring towns. Now that Buck has them on the map, he and his crew set off via train to cuff Wayne and his posse on the spot. Along the way we meet characters played by Jane Darwell (famously known for her role in Ford's The Grapes of Wrath [1939]), Ben Johnson (who plays his best role in Ford's She Wore a Yellow Ribbon [1949]), and Mae Marsh and Hank Worden.

Hightower catches on to Buck's game and uses his cowboy skills to outlast him. Hightower and William (Carey, Jr.) are shown, in an almost documentary style, taking machetes to cactus plants, and squeezing their liquid as sustenance. It's almost as if these guys are real cowboys, real men outside of their filmed characters who know how to manipulate the land to their advantage.

Finally they meet an abandoned wagon, inside of which is a woman on the verge of death and about to give birth. At this point Wayne could have left the woman to perish, but like I said, this crude cowboy still has his conscience.
Pedro (Armendariz) delivers the baby, the woman dies, and the three bandits are now the three godfathers by virtue of the woman's last wish.

Watching how the three rough and tumble men care for the newborn are some of the funniest moments in Ford film history. Hightower, William and Pedro debate technique on how to bathe a baby, which is apparently by smearing it with axle grease in place of olive oil (and they actually rub the baby with grease--such lengths for realism) and what to name him, which they all reluctantly decide it is "Robert William Pedro," a combination of the three of their names, are the heart of the movie. There are close-ups of Hightower with the baby, his thick, leathery man hands patting the baby's back so awkwardly as to make him cry. He yells, "Don't leave me out here all alone!" as the boys walk away momentarily, and spits lines calling the kid "a drunkard at a 4th of Ju-ly barbie" when it takes its bottle.

For anyone who's not a fan of John Wayne, for those who think he simply can't act (I too was once included in this population) I encourage you to see this movie—I encourage you to see it in conjunction with a few of his other films (Stagecoach [1939] and The Searchers, et. al), but 3 Godfathers in particular. In one scene early on in the film he delivers a speech to William and Pedro. For the duration of his talk the camera doesn't cut away; he talks the entire time with altering emotions and changing facial expressions. It is a gorgeous performance, delicate and genuine.



i hate magic!!!

so far my retreat from the BCs has been uneventful. that is more due to my not feeling like stopping anywhere. i'm just kinda depressed to be frank... or uh what? why to people say that anyway. i'm traumador... not frank

the fact most of the places so far were those i'd already passed through to get to vancouver didn't help either. i even sped to get past hope and dinotown! however i'm now on a new northern highway that is a quicker route to drumheller so in theory there is new stuff around here...

it's like the universe likes to taunt me. it started raining the day i left. even mother natural wants to enhance my sadness...

after 2 days of straight driving i was kinda needing a break. well and gas. oh and sleep. hmmmm food. need food sometime too!




needing all these things i came to an area of inner BC called the enchanted forest. i figured anywhere that needed a sign on the highway must have a gas station or something... of course it was raining even worse here. i decided the key thing was to sleep first, and then solve all my other problems when i got up.

i mean whats the worst thing that could happen to me while sleeping in a forest?

when i woke up it was pouring hard as ever. fine i figured this way i'll just get my fuel and food and keep driving. still a long way to drumheller




heading deeper into this enchanting forest i was shocked to discover there was no gas station anywhere to be found... in fact there was almost nothing... except a really creepy looking castle...


pulling up to it i hoped that they'd at least have a horse or something i could ride to get gas... cause my car was running really low, and i didn't want to get stranded!


getting out of my car i headed towards the castle with the intent of seeing if i could bum some gas of the medieval occupants. if only things were as simple as they should be... getting closer to the fortress two really weird looking mammal sauropods popped out of the forest.

"beware stranger." they said in unison... man i hate it when that happens. it always means trouble! "this is not a friendly realm for visitors. even ancient ones such as yourself..."

okay so if that wasn't a scary prophecy or warning i don't know what was going to be. still if it is a uncool place for me to be i needed that gas then. so i kept on walking towards the castle!



well you're never going to guess what happened next people of the innerweb. or well maybe you have cause you looked at the picture... approaching the front gate of the castle suddenly a dragon appeared on top of the parapits...

okay this was just getting weird!

i wasn't about to let some stinking monster lizard stop me though! i might be scared of a lot of things, but giant reptiles with sharp teeth aren't one of them... this guy was nothing compared to my cousin Larry...

well okay he's not much compared to Larry unless you take into account his atomic fire breath!!!

needless to say i cheesed it out of there!!!


man i hated this place. all i was trying to do was get out of it, and it won't let me! just before i got really mad (and i mean REALLY mad!) i heard a voice from behind me.

"why so glum chum?" said a big... i'm not making this up... egg sitting on a rock wall... "have you had a candy can for your tum?"

no i replied. what was with this whole place i wondered. a talking egg... i didn't say a word of this out loud you have to understand, but yet suddenly as though the egg heard me.

"oh this place is a little bit like that you see." it started "like one two three. lots of magic about to fill you with you glee. now what is your greatest wish to be?"

after my misadventures in vancouver i just wasn't in the mood for this. "i just want gas!"

"such a request why consider it done." replied the egg. "now off you go for lots more fun"

i was so mad. now it was toying with me too. all i wanted to do was get out of here, and it was mocking me with its stupid rhyme!

now i looked down while angrily thinking this. when i looked up the crazy talking egg was gone... as was the castle, the sauropodmammals, and even the atomic dragon... it was like none of it happened.

yet when i got to my car and started it up (fearing i'd get stranded here in this crazy forest) my gas tank was full!!!

oh man! so that stupid egg offered me my one wish, and i wished for a tank of gas!

i could got that wii i really wanted!!!

Saturday, December 2, 2006

the future?

67.2 million BC

i spent the majority of the day wandering through the rest of vancouver... can't say whether it was nice or not. my heart just wasn't into it.

so Larry was right. this isn't the land of prehistory. not the REAL BCs... rather just a human place with a convergent name (i'm so sad i'm not getting big words wrong... oh man). i've wasted 2 whole months pursuing a imaginary goal...

the moral being so far i haven't managed to fit in with other dinosaurs yet. we t-rexs are not popular based on our virtues it would seem. just our scariness, and you're not scary if your not big...

the first spot i hit that snapped me out of my gloom was a beach. the sun was setting over the ocean, and all the ships off in the distance... what a majestic sight to see!

watching the reflections of the sun in the water i pondered my life. compared to this i was nothing. i'm an insignificant speck in the universe. even just this ocean goes on for as far as i can see, and there is a lot more out there then just it...

you'd think in a world that big there'd be a place for me out there...

i mean there has to be a place somewhere that needs a t-rex. or even just a dinosaur... if only i knew where that was...


as i stand here gazing across the colossal sea i can't help, but feel that over the horizon lies an answer to my existence...

what i do know is this. i can't stay here in the BCs... the trip (espeically that fake dinotown i built) has left me broke. even with the salary i'm still getting from the eco centre won't be not enough to pay for my living here...

i also still haven't found my roots. i don't care if i can't find out what it is too be a true dinosaur anymore... so far they've all been jerks or worse. that and we dinosaurs are extinct everywhere on the planet with minor exceptions in museums and shows apparently...

i DO still want to find out who i am and where i came from...

there is only one place i can goto find that out...

looks like i'll have to go back to where it all started... drumheller... while i'm there though it can't hurt to see if the dinosaur boom has busted, and who knows? maybe there'll be an opening for me when i get there, and i can resume my old life!

well people of the innerweb i'd say this concludes my quest into BC... now i return home!

Contempt - 1963 - DVD

Friday, December 1, 2006



Here's a beautiful picture from Jean-Luc Godard's Contempt. That's all I can offer for now, and I promise I am making up for it with my glowing notes on 3 Godfathers, which is very soon to follow...

Great picture, though, huh?

The Architect - 2006 - Blu-Ray DVD projection


Thursday, November 30, 2006

More thoughts on this later. Suffice it to say for now that it is the worst movie of the year (I dare you to find anything worse, more leaden in its script and character, and so visually inarticulate that even its precision Blu-Ray picture clarity can't aid it.)

In the meantime, here's a bloody great review from Stephen Holden.

Friday, December 1, 2006

lonely road

66.4 million BC

well naturally today was not such a fun day. i'm in fact very bummed out. no bummed isn't the right word...

everything just seems kinda of pointless...

peter said i needed to cheer up. he's taken me to "drown my sorrows". i told him i wasn't in the mood for swimming... he said that wasn't the plan. we were going drinking... these must be pretty big cups if we're going to drown... be easier to just go swimming, i'm a lousy swimmer



well it's a really nice place that he took me too. a restaurant on top of a tall skyscraper... you can see the whole city from up here.

i just wasn't in the mood for refreshments... they taste funny, and make me feel even dumber then normal...

peter said as my agent he won't let me go till i let some of my sadness out somehow...

that's when i noticed the piano in the middle of the joint...




i decided that would be the best way to let out some of my angst... i played the one song that seemed the most appropriate... boulevard of broken dreams... got a bit of a crowd watching me too!

peter said it was really good, and that managing talent this great he's job was easy... though if i'm that great how come none of the other dinosaurs want to hang out with me?

then peter dropped a big bomb...

due to the responsibilities of managing his clients, and their major distribution across the world peter was going to have to leave vancouver... more so he was leaving canada altogether!

right when i thought i had some backup in face of all the stuff going wrong in my life...

i'm right back where i started before my BC quest. homeless. alone. and confused