Thursday, September 24, 2015

Baseball: A Film by Ken Burns, PBS

Yogi Berra

I discovered the joys of baseball fairly late in life: The crack of a bat on a summer evening, lanky young men loping around the grass making each catch and toss look effortless, excited kids wearing their mitts, sitting in the outfield bleachers scuffling with each other, trying to snag the occasional foul ball or home run.

Summer is winding down, now, and our local minor league team has finished up their short season. Major League fans are looking forward to baseball's World Series, which begins October 27th. The seasons of and around baseball provide a thread that runs through the American calendar.

Famed Yankee catcher, Yogi Berra, died yesterday. Berra was 90 years old, and has been a baseball constant, through the decades. Well-loved announcer Vin Scully tweeted: "As long as people talk about the game, whenever they mention the name Yogi Berra, they will smile."


Ken Burns' tremendous eleven-part documentary Baseball: A Film by Ken Burns covers the sport in magnificent detail from its earliest incarnations as played before the American Civil War, through the beginning of this millennium. Burns talks about teams, about the game itself and the evolution of rules, customs, and strategies. He talks about great players, tragedies, and triumphs over the last nearly two centuries of this quintessentially American game. The documentary includes nearly 24 hours of footage, interviews, stills, and commentary, and the end result is an absolute work of art. I've watched the entire thing from beginning to end at least three times, now, and every time I see it, I appreciate the attention to detail and obvious love of the game lavished on every single moment of Burns' footage.

"Say it ain't so, Joe..."
Burns discusses team names — like the Brooklyn Trolley-Dodgers, later to become just the Dodgers. He looks at great players — players like Yogi Berra —and great scandals, like the alleged Black Sox fix of the 1919 World Series. He examines the evolution of equipment and techniques. He nods to the early Robber Barons of baseball and today's swashbuckling free agents.

Baseball is an unabashedly sentimental game, steeped in tradition and superstition and proud of its beginnings. This is a game where the players remove their caps and hold them over their hearts for the playing of the National Anthem. Small boys hanging over the fence can get a nod from a world-class player on his way to the dugout. No matter how far the game has evolved, it remains quintessentially steeped in nostalgia. To go to a local game is, in some ways, to take one's place in an unending stretch of American tradition. If you hold your breath and close your eyes, you could be listening to a game Anywhere, Anywhen. The gentle rhythm of the game itself as well as the cold beer in paper cups, the hotdogs sharp with the tangy smell of mustard, belong to more than a century of baseball custom. Burns captures that sense of the game, and the customs surrounding the game, with intensity and eloquence.

[caption id="attachment_55993" align="alignleft" width="203"]Yogi Berra, record ball We'll miss you, Yogi[/caption]

Ken Burns has given us a remarkable gift, in this documentary. When the season is over, and winter sets in, we can cozy up at home and watch it again and again, dreaming of spring, when it all begins again.

And regarding Mr. Berra? I can only agree with Ken Burns: "Yogi Berra was one of the greatest HUMAN beings to play the game. I will miss him terribly."

So shall we all.

Baseball: A Film by Ken Burns is available streaming on Amazon Prime, for sale as a boxed DVD set, and can be rented via Netflix.



(Ken Burns, PBS, 2010)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Whedon, Rimbaud, and Cicero: Introduction to the Angel Rewatch

Moi ! moi qui me suis dit mage ou ange, dispensé de toute morale, je suis rendu au sol, avec un devoir à chercher, et la réalité rugueuse à étreindre ! Paysan !
Arthur Rimbaud, Adieu, Une Saison en Enfer

Before we talk about the pilot episode of Angel, I want to consider a couple of keys that I think help unlock the character Angel's place in the milieu of Joss Whedon's Buffyverse. But first, a Very Brief Discussion of the history of literature, especially as it relates to the Gothic and horror genres.

Gothic literature was profoundly influenced by Romanticism, and the philosophical search for meaning, elevation of imagination as a virtue, humanity's eternal quest for perfection, and the perpetual struggle to overcome our own darkness and internal failings. It's no coincidence that we associate the Romantic movement in literature with an age of political revolution. The Romantics were greatly motivated to explore and present nature as theme and as metaphor. A Romantic writer, then, was more concerned with capturing the beauty of the butterfly outside the window, and riffing on that butterfly as an elaborate metaphor, than he would have been concerned with catching, pinning, and dissecting the poor little bug, then drawing elaborate diagrams and writing detailed descriptions—which would have delighted the Neoclassicists, just previous.

From the Romantics evolved the Decadent movement, particularly in France. Oscar Wilde might be the best-known English representative of the Decadent movement, though, if (like me) you don't spent a lot of time reading late 19th century French poetry. These were the poets and writers personifying sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll in their lives and art. Marked by cynicism, self-loathing, paradox, artifice, excess, fascination with death, self-indulgence, shock value, and really fabulous costumes, Decadence was simultaneously a parody, an exaggeration, and a rejection of the more naive age of Romanticism from which it grew.

Moving right along, because we've now pretty much exhausted everything I know about late 19th century French poetry, the same way gothic literature evolved from Romanticism, the contemporary horror genre owes much to the Decadent movement. The horror genre especially grows directly out of the 19th century Decadence movement and its obsession with artifice over nature, and an increasingly urban population's rejection of and alienation from the simplicity and rustic ideals of Romanticism in favor of embracing carefully-staged perversions, taboos, and shocking excesses. Writers like Edgar Allan Poe, Mary Shelley, and Guy de Maupassant directly informed Bram Stoker's Dracula. Published in 1897, Dracula essentially defined the contemporary concept of vampires; in turn, the novel directly influences and informs Whedon's Buffyverse. That, finally, brings us to where we'll begin discussing Angel.

Rimbaud
BtVS and Angel are a contemporary take on ( and a particularly American take, at that) Gothic and horror storytelling. (You won't catch me saying "post-modern" because mostly the term just kind of pisses me off for reasons I won't bore you with, here.) We can make a natural connection between the Buffyverse and previous writers of gothic or horror literature and film; from that connection, then, there's a clear lineage from the Decadent poets in general, leading us to poet Arthur Rimbaud, in particular. Indeed, Angel will make specific reference to Rimbaud repeatedly later on in season one. I cheated and watched ahead, so I know this to be true.

Rimbaud wrote an extended prose poem called A Season in Hell dealing rather bitterly with most of the over-arching themes we've seen Angel grappling with throughout his appearances in BtVS, and we might reasonably expect to see further developed in Angel. By the time Angel opens, we've been introduced to the Angel/Angelus dichotomy during season 2 of BtVS. We've also been introduced to Angel's agonized and tiresome soul-searching and perpetual brooding about his own essential nature. Season 3 of BtVS is Angel's final season, so we're going to look back just briefly at what we've been told about the character, before he apparently has the ultimate mid-life crisis at nearly 300 years old, leaves Buffy, buys a convertible, and moves to LA.

The central question informing the character of Angel is asked during season 3, first in the episode "Amends."  Angel's been having really bad dreams. Except they're also teh sexy and over-the-top with all the blood and pain and dying and the—wait for it—decadence of Angel's sordid past. So a suicidal and tormented Angel asks Buffy (BtVS, season three, "Amends"), "Am I a thing worth saving, huh? Am I a righteous man?" (You can watch the BtVS free streaming episode "Amends" online, here, until July 1, 2010.)

There are a couple of immediate associations with "righteous man" that are dead easy for us to make, from our seats here in the cheering section. First, since we're already thinking of decadence, there's Rimbaud's "The Righteous Man" and then by association the deeper exploration of what it means to be a tortured man in his famous "A Season In Hell."

The second association is rather more contemporary, and that's the Pulp Fiction fake-quote atributed Ezekiel 25:17, delivered by Jules (played by Samuel L. Jackson):


Jules: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

Then, if you've seen the movie, blam blam blam, blam blam blam, the guy tied to the chair—the guy Jules is talking to—gets shot to rags., leaving us to conclude that the righteous men are the ones with the biggest handguns and wittiest dialog.

Now, there are a great many time-honored stories about violent men who are also, paradoxically, righteous. Cú Chulainn, Gawain, Arthur, Natty Bumpo, and more recently, Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe. This brings us right to where we can begin to consider Angel without the lens of Buffy's teenaged crush on him; we can now consider the ongoing question: Is Angel a Righteous Man? Just what constitutes goodness is a central question to Western literature and philosophy, famously posed in quite straightforward fashion by Cicero, who argues that goodness is defined by a combination of careful attention to duty and personal virtue.



So next post, when we approach the pilot episode of Angel, Season One, "City of Angels," it's with the question of what constitutes a righteous man firmly in mind, and with an eye out for various genre conventions related to soul-searching, violence, decadence, romance, and great clothes.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Watching Angel - Ten Years Later




Yep. I'm finally getting around to watching Angel. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was a revelation for me, in terms of modern retelling of mythology and archetype, and I watched Buffy about ten years after the fact, too. (Confession: I still haven't made it all the way through poor, painful, limping, suckitudinous season seven, in spite of the DVD boxed set sitting within arm's reach.) Angel is available streaming on Netflix, so it's painlessly accessible just when I really need something to write about, too.

Any memorable show needs memorable theme music, and we get that with Angel. It's actually one of the very few openers I don't just automagically skip, because it's moody, evocative, and well-suited to the overall tone of the show. Also, I just like it.

I like it so well, in fact, I went out and found the full-length version to share with you!


Whee! Angel! Vampires! Darkness and shadows and streetlights reflecting off pavement!

To be dead honest, I'm sort of predisposed to be a little resistant to Angel. I found the character mostly tiresome, in BtVS; whiny and melodramatic and maddeningly inclined to withhold important information. People I like and trust to have good judgment keep telling me that it's well worth watching, though, so here we go.

You, you lucky three souls, are cordially invited along for the ride.

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Monday, March 8, 2010

Why we love Sandra Bullock

Because how can you not?



Pretty sure I've never seen anyone accept a "Worst" award of any kind so charmingly, with such aplomb and good humor.

Then, of course, she turns around a day later and just as charmingly accepts the "Best Actress" Oscar.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Monday, January 4, 2010

Trainwreck in Progress...

This is perhaps the most painful interview I've ever seen.


It starts off rocky, and just gets worse. Watch! Watch with horrified bemusement as interviewers and actors struggle to say anything coherent at all! Watch the whole clip slide off the rails and over the cliff!

For the love of all that's sensible, set phasers on "stun" and target MTV. No one would blame you for making your getaway, people!