Movie review: Star Trek: Into Darkness

(As I said to my friend, Tiff, who also saw this with me–”It’s not Star Trek II. That’s Wrath of Khan!” I insist on Trek chronology, because I’m difficult.)

This movie blew me away. Really. I don’t want to say too much and ruin it for you guys, but let’s just say if you haven’t seen Wrath of Khan lately (or ever, and in that case, what is wrong with you?), seeing that before seeing this movie will enhance your enjoyment by about 1000%. I know it totally increased mine.

Also: There are tribbles!

Lots of tribbles

Lots of tribbles

Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto are once again a great team, although Spock was really in touch with his human side this film. Benedict Cumberbatch is a fantastic villain. Great pacing, music, cinematography and effects round out this latest Trek installment.

I so want to say more, but a lot of it is Trekkie speak (My dad is a total Trekkie. I watched a lot of Trek TV and film as a child.). And it’s opening weekend, I don’t want to ruin it for you. But here’s what you need to do:

  1. Watch The Wrath of Khan
  2. Watch Star Trek: Into Darkness

Feel overwhelmed. 

Live long and prosper.

“Housekeeping!”

So I’ve made some changes to the pages at the top of the blog.

The transplant page now exists! There’s info there! So if you want to know all. about. my transplant, click there. There will be videos there, too, soon. (Gotta find them on YouTube again)

Also, I’ve nested a few pages under a “parent” page. The new page “Writing and Blog Series” has all my Suscipio columns, as well as blog series like 30 Important Books and the 31 Days 2012 series about Gothic Lit and Fairy Tales.

Seven Quick Takes Vol. 17

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I.

NYC Countdown–T-minus A DAY AND A HALF. Wowza. My flight leaves around 1 on Sunday so we’ll get to the airport a few hours before. I should be landing in NYC around three. The schedule looks thus: Sunday–get in; Monday–NYC stuff: hopefully Eataly and The Strand bookstore, and Central Park. And gelato for breakfast. :) Tuesday is the Big Day–Jeopardy! at 9 AM and then Once that night with my cousin Jack. Wednesday I fly out around 3:30 and back home for hockey that night. :) Absolutely crazy stuff.

II.

I’m so thrilled my aunt and uncle are letting me stay with them. They are great (well, OK, all my aunts and uncles are great) and my Aunt Mary and I have a lot in common. Also, since they lived in London and other parts of the world for awhile, I never really feel like I get to spend enough time with them. And I adore their kids.

III.

Flying post transplant is sort of a Mission to Mars quality deal. All my drugs are in my carry on, in their original containers (per TSA requirements). I have face masks in my backpack (carry on) and I will have many bottles of Bath and Body Works hand anti-bac soap. I use the soap to wipe down the tray table and armrests, and then I use it on my hands quite a lot. It’s the only time I get really obsessively germaphobic.

Other than these things, my makeup bag, another shirt, and my books and journals go in my carryon. I’ve got a lot of sort of read books to pack–by that I mean books I’ve started reading but haven’t made a lot of progress. A plane ride concentrates the mind wonderfully. So Return of the Native, Middlemarch, My Sisters the Saints, and the second Game of Thrones book are all coming with me.

IV.

Also making progress on the Orlando trip in June. We’ve booked our drive-down and drive-back hotel (we’re breaking our trip in Atlanta both times), and we’re pretty good on our plan for when we’re in Orlando. Tuesday and Wednesday we have Advanced Dining Reservations (ADRs) for Disney restaurants: Be Our Guest on T in WDW, and then a Mexican restaurant in EPCOT for W. Really I’m looking forward to the drive, the pool, the reading of books by said pool, free refills on Chocolate Coke at Beaches and Cream, the New Fantasyland, and EPCOT. It’s been 13 years since I’ve been to Orlando–way too long!

V.

For Disney, I bought new shoes–Clarks active shoes, the ones that look like Mary Janes but have the squiggy lovely insole. I also bought a new pair of cute flats. Sale prices and 20% off make me happy when buying shoes (sale goes all weekend so get thee to a Clarks…) One of the things about CF is that, since your sweat has more salt in it than the average bear’s, I can ruin flats and sandals pretty easily. Cheap shoes are basically out for me.

VI.

In closer to home news, I’m seeing the new Star Trek tonight, so a movie review will be heading your way. Me and Tiff are doing the classic dinner and a show. No Les Miz rehearsal until after auditions, which are Memorial Day weekend.

VII.
Book I’m reading at the moment: Pat Gohn’s Blessed, Beautiful and Bodacious. My “spiritual reading” book (a habit I took from the nashville Dominicans; they have 15 minutes of spiritual reading before compline every night) is Benedict XVI’s general audiences on the Doctors of the Church, that have been compiled and published in book form.

This week’s Suscipio column

Can be found here.

Here’s the first few graphs:

Tis the season for graduations, confirmations and first communions, because it’s spring here in the U.S. (and the northern hemisphere). Do you remember your first communion? I’m pretty sure the Apostles never forgot theirs.

 

The importance of the Eucharist, and the Mass, in Catholic life cannot be understated. You can’t have one without the other. Mass isn’t Mass without Eucharist; it’s just the “liturgy of the word”, and, while that’s lovely, it’s not the source and summit of our lives, as my pastor is fond of saying. The Eucharist, the Body and Blood of Christ, and our belief that it is just that, is one of the hallmarks of Catholicism.

 

Maybe the apostles had no idea what Jesus was doing. I mean, sure, he’d said “eat my flesh and drink my blood” (John 6) and they hadn’t fled, like so many had. They’d stayed with Jesus, even though this teaching was hard to so many of their countrymen. But did they truly understand what Jesus was doing in that Upper Room? Do we, 2,000 years later, understand it at all?

Weekend Rewind No. 3

( I figure I should start numbering these….)

Friday
Friday after work I had dinner with my sister and my cousin Kelly at the local Max and Erma’s. It was raining cats and dogs out, so we thought it was a good night for a good movie. Mel had to save people and work the night shift at the hospital, so Kelly and I went, first to Barnes and Noble, then back to my place for a bit, then the movie (which we both liked). I dropped her off at my parents’ (She’s staying for a few days while her flute is repaired nearby) and went home to collapse into bed. :)

Saturday

After the usual (clips for work, bath, cleaning) I went to pick up Kelly. We had a busy evening planned. First we went to the Candle Lab in the Short North to make candles. Kelly  chose watermelon and orange peel oils for hers, while I chose Tupelo honey and Georgia Peach. Our hands smelled delightfully like these oils for hours after (and mine still smell like a honey, a bit). After that we went to Mass at St. Pat’s, then to dinner at the Grass Skirt, where we got lei’d and had an excellent dinner.

We picked up our candles and then headed back to my place, where we watched the U.S. version of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (Kelly and I love those books). Kelly said that the Swedish version was a lot more graphic, so I was glad I hadn’t seen that one. The Penguins, thankfully, won their round one playoff series in the meantime, so Dad was in a good mood when he came to get Kelly at the end of the film.

Sunday

Slept in, then headed to the last preliminary Les Miz rehearsal before proper auditions over Memorial Day, and our first rehearsal the Wednesday after. This is going to be a great show; I’m really excited to see what our final cast ends up looking like, since we’ve had a lot of people in and out at these rehearsals (and since today was mother’s day, a lot of moms were missing. :) )

Afterwards I went to my parents’ to celebrate my own mom, and we had pizza for dinner. Pretty low key, but after last weekend , low key was just what we wanted.

Film Review: The Great Gatsby

gatsby principals(Note: There are spoilers. The movie follows the novel, but if you haven’t read the novel and don’t want to know what happens, don’t read this)

My cousin and I saw Baz Luhrman’s latest effort, The Great Gatsby, last night, and I have to say I was really impressed. Baz Luhrman is a filmmaker of grand design–witness his Moulin Rouge!Australia and Romeo and Juliet. He likes to do big movies in big ways. However, while there are touches of that in Gatsby, this is probably his most restrained and “normal” film, focusing on the slim classic of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s and the characters that populate it.

His unique touch to the story is a framing device–placing narrator Nick Carraway (Tobye Maguire) in a sanitarium, where he’s undergoing treatment for alcoholism, depression, and anxiety, and where Nick writes the story of Gatsby (Leonardo DiCaprio), Daisy (Carey Mulligan), Tom (Joel Edgerton) and himself. I know some Fitzgerald Purists don’t like this, but I think it works well and allows us to hear Nick’s narration in the context of the story he’s writing, as opposed to a disembodied, distracting narration a la Bella in the last Twilight film (where this narration is used to skim over chunks of material and leads to slightly disjointed storytelling).

The story is familiar to almost everyone, but in case you don’t know it–Nick is a Midwest boy who’s come to NYC amidst the Roaring Twenties to work on Wall Street and make his fortune fresh out of college. He buys a small place on Long Island, near his cousin Daisy and her husband, Tom. But his next door neighbor quickly draws his attention and curiosity with the large, incredibly elaborate parties he throws all weekend, every weekend. Who is this Jay Gatsby?

Luhrman’s film design is impeccable, especially in the Valley of the Ashes sequences (a place that has critical importance in the last act of the novel). The contrast from lush, green, decadent West and East Egg and the Valley is startling, as it should be. The iconic optometry billboard is also used to great dramatic effect. And the costumes? Amazing.

There have been some comments about the pacing of the film. I didn’t find this to be a problem at all, and bad pacing is one of my huge pet peeves. Luhrman sets his canvas and then lets the characters interact, with devastating consequences. The high emotional points are balanced with moments of exposition and lower-key scenes.

Let’s talk about the acting. I have to say I was expecting very little coming into this; I’ve never been a huge Leo fan (even though I was the prime age for Titanic swoonery, back in the 90s.). He does, however, a great job as the obsessed Gatsby, who’s entire purpose in life is to recapture Daisy, through whatever means possible. His character arc, from the smooth, champagne toting host to disheveled, possessed lover is very well-done. Tobey Maguire brings his wide-eyed quality to the role and fits it perfectly. The other observer to this drama, professional golfer Jordan Baker (played by Elizabeth Debicki, in her first big film role), Daisy’s best friend, tries on the patina of boredom and c’est la vie common to her social circle, but really probably has more in common with Nick than Tom.

Joel Edgerton (The Odd Life of Timothy Green, Star Wars Episode III) is cast as our “villain”, Tom Buchanan. He does a great job showing that Tom isn’t a monster. He’s probably a very typical married man for his time. Yes, he has affairs, most notably with Myrtle Wilson (Isla Fisher), the wife of his mechanic. But, as he says later, he “always comes home.” He treats Daisy well, for the most part, and genuinely loves her, but he doesn’t realize that what he’s doing is slowly destroying Daisy’s heart. That doesn’t make him a great guy. In fact, his actions lead directly to Gatsby’s death, and he has a deep desire to avoid consequences for his actions, which is why he lets Gatsby take the fall for the affair with Myrtle, which George (her husband) knew she was having. Nick says near the end that Daisy and Tom both broke thing carelessly and then left them. They’re both guilty of this.

Speaking of Daisy–let’s talk about Daisy.

Daisy Buchanan (Carey Mulligan)

Daisy Buchanan (Carey Mulligan)

Daisy is a very polarizing character. A lot of people hate her, based on the novel. And last night I sort of wrestled with this, because coming out I said to my cousin, “Oh, now I remember why I hate Daisy.” But I don’t think I do, especially as played by Mulligan.

Daisy is between a rock and a hard place. The love she had with Gatsby colored her entire early life; he was her first love. But when pressured by Gatsby to say she never loved her husband, she can’t do it. Daisy does love Tom, even with his faults, and even though he lacks the dashing glamour of Gatsby. They have a daughter, and they have a good life. In the end, she realizes that she can’t leave everything she’s built with her husband–whom she does love–and live with Gatsby. She’s matured beyond that and knows she can’t throw everything away.

Gatsby, Daisy, and Tom

Gatsby, Daisy, and Tom

Does she truly love Gatsby? Probably. In the Plaza Hotel scene, she says she loves both of them. But Gatsby isn’t a part of her life any more, for all his living across the bay and staring at the green light on her dock. She’s not the same person she was.

Mulligan shows us Daisy’s regret in the climactic scene. Gatsby has called her house, begging to talk to her, and Daisy, Tom, and their daughter are below, preparing to leave Long Island (for good? We don’t know.). Daisy hears the butler talking to Gatsby, and has a look on her face that’s hard to explain. I interpreted it as she loves Gatsby, and she doesn’t want to hurt him, but she has to do what’s best for her and her family now. She has to move on.

Daisy did love him. But she doesn’t–she can’t–anymore. And throughout the end of the film Gatsby’s behavior has become erratic and controlling, so you can see why Daisy may have felt endangered by him.

Now, Daisy isn’t a paragon of womanhood. She is immature and a bit spoiled, and has many pretensions. She doesn’t take responsibility for what she does (when she runs over Myrtle, for example). She expects other people to clean up her messes, as Nick says. But I think she does genuinely regret hurting Gatsby.

In the end, everyone makes a mess of themselves. Maybe only Jordan and Nick are entirely blameless. But the film does great credit to the book, and should most certainly be a contender come next year’s Oscars. It’s a movie about grown-ups (or semi-grown-ups), the choices we make, and how we deal with them–or don’t, in Gatsby’s case.

“You can’t live in the past,” Nick tells Gatsby at the end of his last, lavish party–the last time Nick would see him alive. But Gatsby is trying, desperately, to do just that. Daisy doesn’t. She wants to move forward with her life, even if that means leaving Gatsby behind.

Graduation weekend rewind

What. a. weekend.

My little sister graduated from college this weekend, in a two-day extravaganza, with much food and awesome clothing and general frivolity. (Yes, I just said frivolity. It’s a good word and underused.)

It was a gorgeous weekend (still is, actually, since it’s Sunday morning as I write this) and perfect for lots of graduation festivities.

Friday

Since Mel was a nursing student, graduation kicked off with the School of Nursing’s pinning ceremony on Friday at 4:30 in the school’s concert hall. (I love Mees. I spent so much time there singing as a student, so it always brings back lots of great memories–and some not so great, like the prayer service we held there at noon at Sept. 11. What a moment that was.)

Me and Mel pre-pinning ceremony

Me and Mel pre-pinning ceremony

At the ceremony, the students receive their school pin, which indicates where they attending nursing school. There’s apparently a lot of significance in this ceremony, which goes back to the Crusaders, and, more recently, Florence Nightingale and the Crimean War. There are some speeches, but the main event is the pinning. Each student could have up to two people “pin” her, and my sister chose me and my brother.

After the pinning, we went to Martini, a local Italian restaurant, to celebrate.

At Martini

At Martini

The restaurant is actually where I went before my junior prom, so, again, lots of fun memories. We also had Mel’s 23rd birthday party here in October. Excellent food was had by all, but I really enjoyed introducing Mel to the wonders of the antipasti platter, which had proscuitto, pancetta-wrapped figs (I actually got to eat my first fig. Amazing.), sopressetta, black and green olives, mozzarella, roasted peppers, and Brie. Amazing.

Mel and my grandma

Mel and my grandma

After dinner

After dinner

Yes, we got my dad in a photograph. Amazing. :)

IMG_1467And yea, verily, there were celebratory drinks!

After dinner everyone went back to the house so Mel could open her gifts, and watch home movies per her request, which were fairly adorable. Fortunately I was older in these videos (I was 7 1/2 when Mel was born) so my mostly embarrassing moments were passed over. :)

Saturday

Mel’s commencement started at 2, but the doors opened at 12:45 for seating, so I got up early and headed to my parents’ house for lunch before. Mel had gotten her hair done at our hairstylist’s so she was also there early.

Mel was wearing one of my old dresses, and one with quite a bit of history: it was my high school graduation dress, but it was also my dress for my fraternity in college (Sigma Apha Iota; it’s just girls now, but we still call it a “fraternity”.), since at formal events we wore white dresses. I wore that dress for so many great things, including the day we officially founded our chapter in May of 2003. So that dress has a lot of history in it (and to think we got it for $15!). I was pleased to see Mel wearing it today.

(In high school I had to wear it, because our robes were white, but Mel’s was black, so she could wear whatever she wanted. I wore a blue short-sleeve sweater and a blue paisley skirt the day I graduated from college.)

So if you want to see how tiny I was in high school and college, here you go:

Me and Mel pre-graduation

Me and Mel pre-graduation

(Ah, memories….)

There were also the requisite outside photos.

Mel and grandma

Mel and grandma

Grandma, mel and moi

Grandma, mel and moi

Mel checks out her motorboard

Mel checks out her mortarboard

My mom also likes to take mirror photos. Her uncle was a photographer–he did all the weddings for my mom and her 7 other siblings–and he always did a photo of the person looking in the mirror. So we carry on the tradition.

The ceremony itself was very nice, with a good commencement speaker (the local mayor).

The graduate

The graduate

Mel wanted us to eet her at the statue of St. Anthony. Now, Capital is a Lutheran school, so why we have a statue of St. Anthony is sort of anyone’s guess, but I think it was relocated from another place in town to our campus. He was sculpted by a tres famous sculptor, who’s local. St. Anthony stands in front of Battelle Hall, which is the building for science, nursing, and math classes, so Mel spent a lot of time here. (I took two classes here–”plants and people”, aka, the science credit for non-science people {although I do like science} and a math class.)

St. Anthony, looking appropriately festive

St. Anthony, looking appropriately festive

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After the hoopla, we headed to Uno’s in Pickerington, where we ate another celebratory meal and watched the Kentucky Derby, then back to the house for more home videos and some hockey.

It was quite a weekend. And today is recovery day. :)

Today’s English usage note

Homonyms, folks!

As in: words that sound the same but mean different things!

Today’s example: piqued and peaked

The latter: “The album peaked at number five on the charts.” Peak is a noun, which means, in this case, “the maximum point, degree or volume of anything.” Of course it can also mean a mountain, like “Pikes Peak,” or the summit of a mountain, hill, etc.

The former: “The movie trailer piqued my interest.” Piqued is the past tense version of the verb “pique”, which means to stimulate interest or curiosity, or to feel resentful or irritated.

So if you write “My interest has been peaked,” you are writing it WRONG!

Obviously, this is something that only applies to written English. In spoken English, they sound the same, so it’ll come across that way. But please know the difference, y’all.

 

Catholic Women’s Almanac No. 26

Outside my window::

Kinda gray. It rained all day yesterday and sort of on and off today, but tomorrow should be beautiful!

I am wearing::

A blue cashmere J. Crew sweater and a layered gray skirt, and black flats. It was really HUMID today though so I was regretting the sweater pretty quickly.

In the CD player:

Les Miz complete recording, alternating with Josh Groban’s new album

Reading::

Finished The Bride of Lammermoor last night, and I have to say I was really disappointed. There was all this build up and then bang five pages of resolution. Not cool. And a lot more “telling” than “showing.” Next up is Return of the Native. Also re-reading In This House of Brede, because I can’t go too long without reading that.

Around the house::

I dusted and polished all the downstairs furniture over the weekend. Now it’s the upstairs. Also vacuuming and mopping, the usual stuff, and cleaning up the front of my kitchen cabinets because they get sort of messy if neglected.

Creating::

Working on my music, always, especially with the show upon us!

Pondering::

Where did April GO?! I can’t believe it’s May now.

This week::

My sister graduates from college. Sob. Friday night is her pinning ceremony for the School of Nursing, and then Saturday is the big day!

Working out::

I joined the “walking challenge” at work, and am back to regular interval/circuit training. Can’t wait until the pools open.

Links::

What’s a duke? (AKA, how the Peerage system in Britain works)

And a new CD from wonderful Benedictines!