Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Reader (USA, 2008)

while Winslet's performance does justice to the Oscar she was awarded on Sunday, her character's story often seems way too unconscionable. Perhaps the book goes into things more, but there's a form of heartlessness here that had me more than a little uncomfortable (not the good kind), to the point it affected my opinion of the whole movie.

*1/2

Monday, February 23, 2009

and all that jazz

Michael Yada/EPA) @ TimesOnline
thoughts from this year's surprisingly breezy (by usual standards) Oscars telecast:


  • for all the talk about toning it down in the face of the recession, the ceremony lost no luster at all. Though it seems the producers went for timeless class rather than gaudiness, the moon-sized chandelier setting spoke louder than any speeches about "the times we live in".
  • good job by Hugh Jackman in a number of dance numbers that aren't easy to pull off in a live show. Not as good during the joke segments, but he was more than honest.
  • funniest bit of the night: Steve Martin/Tina Fey presenting the screenplay awards ("...and I'm Steve Martin"). Close second: Seth Rogen/James France/Janusz Kaminski laughing at sad movies, and Ben Stiller's Joaquin Phoenix impersonation. Too bad he didn't rap though.
  • despite Slumdog Millionaire being a good movie, winning this many awards seems destined to push it into "overrated" territory. More diversity in the nominations on a regular basis would be nice, instead of having one "little indie that could" become a juggernaut simply because it's likable enough. For all its flaws, The Wrestler should have had a nod, and The Dark Knight definitely should have too.
  • while my vote would have gone to Robert Downey Jr for his incredible performance in Tropic Thunder, Heath Ledger's Joker was acting at its very best. And his family gave a very dignified speech that was one of the more moving moments of the ceremony.
  • despite a frenzied movie-viewing slate in the past few weeks that had me feeling at times I was watching The Curious Case of Slumdog/Nixon Getting Married, I didn't get around to catching a few of the front-runners like Milk or The Reader. With the releases for so many of these movies jammed up together in a couple of months, it would be nice if they moved the show back to March, like it used to be.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to make my 14th cup of tea of the morning.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Tokyo Sonata (Japan, 2008)

Though the subject (a man loses his job but does not tell his family) was tackled in the excellent L'Emploi Du Temps by Laurent Cantet a few years back, this film is praiseworthy in its own right, commenting about social success and the role of each within the family with a mix of violence and restraint. Inowaki Kai, who plays the youngest son, is a true revelation, and helps make some difficult scenes into an unqualified success.

***1/2

Rachel Getting Married (USA, 2008)

Featuring no less than four stellar acting performances (of which only Anne Hathaway got an Oscar nod), this delightful little movie doesn't do much, except show what family can be like. Which is in many ways one of the hardest things to do well. This will bore many people, but if you're into that sort of material, dive right in.

***

but I don't wanna go home

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button (USA, 2008)

though Fincher proves here that he is one of the top directors working today (also, the movie is absolutely gorgeous, to the nth degree), he must've forgot to schedule some time for the editing room, as this feels too long by at least 20mins. Still there are some knockout scenes, and a mesmerizing last 1/2 hour, that justify at least some of the hype that's been bestowed on this potential Best Picture winner.

**1/2

Frost/Nixon (USA, 2008)

supremely satisfying effort from Ron Howard, helped by some truly standout performances. The fake-real interview portions are a bit gimmicky, but they're short enough for that not to matter, and you won't find a better example of ensemble acting this year. Even knowing the ending to the story shouldn't deter from enjoying the experience, proving once more that good movies are about so much more than getting from point A to point B.

***

Monday, February 02, 2009

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

squares and circles


here's a sequence of events:
  • go see a concert in a church
  • do not drink (see above)
  • get home before 10:30pm
  • make a salad for lunch the next day
Which begs the question: is this behavior so far from rock n'roll that it actually is totally rock n' roll?

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

resistance is futile

Revolutionary Road (USA, 2008)

going into it I was confident that there was no way it would compare to the incredible Richard Yates novel, one of my favorite books. Especially now, after two fantastic seasons of Mad Men. Still, the outstanding acting and Roger Deakins' typically gorgeous cinematography are worth the trip.
***

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Wendy And Lucy (USA, 2008)

like a non-idealistic, credit-crunch version of "Into The Wild". Michelle Williams is heartbreaking, the storytelling stark and simple. There are no big moments, but all is said during these quiet 80 minutes. So far that's 2/2 for Kelly Reichardt.

***

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Valkyrie (USA, 2008)

a lot has been made of this movie being a flop before it even came out, but it's actually a very solid, if by-the-numbers, historical thriller. Knowing the ending in advance takes away some of the tension, but by no means is it as bad as the advance buzz could have made it seem. Even with Tom Cruise wearing an eye-patch.

**1/2



Thursday, December 11, 2008

holiday cheer

Cult movie alert! Five is showing underrated classic Bad Santa tonight at 9pm, and though I don't often advocate staying in on a Thusday night (Thursday = new Friday = new Saturday, blablabla), this is as good an excuse as you'll find. Featuring the dry comic genius of Billy Bob Thornton and a whole cast of incredible supporting roles, this is possibly the only, and ever, Xmas to which you can play drinking games. Which means, of course, that's is totally awesome and should not be missed.


Tuesday, December 09, 2008

the curious case of the self-cancelling credit card

one of the first thing you notice after moving to the UK is how prevalent credit is in everyday life. Ads in the tube, constant mail from your bank and of course the ubiquitous store cards are there you remind one that it doesn't matter when you pay for it, as long as you keep shopping. As Sarah Palin might say, "charge, baby, charge". Of course with the current economic downturn we have a reminder of how quickly that can change once banks and financial establishments decide to turn off the spigot, but overall you still get the sense that much of the growth of UK's economy is aided by future income, since that is in essence what credit is. In fact the Guardian reported this year that debt growth was higher than GDP growth, a fact that highlights how systematic the recourse to credit has become for consumers. In comparison, the level of household debt stands at 47% in France, or less than half that of the UK, which has the highest such level among the major European economies.

As a new-arrivant here it is awfully tempting to participate in this real-life Monopoly (side-note and top 5 WTF of the year: is Ridley Scott really directing a movie based on the board game?), but as I've found out, it's not at all that easy. Having opened a current account (Barclay's) within the first few days of my arrival, I was still using my French-based card for most expenses and, focused on starting a whole new life, didn't feel the need to go beyond the basic debit card provided by Barclay's. Over the next few months I thought about it from time to time, but never felt a need to take the plunge. In late 2007 I took a trip to Brittany, where I'd booked a rental car from the Nantes airport. This is where I found out that none of the major car-rental chains accepted debit cards, or even any alternatives I suggested (getting my mom's CC number over the phone, paying cash for the deposit...). With a 150km journey still to go to my destination, I had to improvise, which resulted in 1 cab ride, 2 trains and a 11:30pm pickup from my grandma at the train station. My grandma's in her late 80s, so let's just say driving late at night isn't her favorite thing to do. Once back in the UK, I decided to apply for a credit card at last.

This is where the main sticking point happened: in the UK, if you want to get a credit card, companies look at your credit score. If you've just moved here for the first time, you don't have a score. So you need one to get one, but if you don't have one you won't get one. Clear? Having got rejected from online applications to Amex and Barclays, I realized this might be a bit trickier than I thought. Yearning to stay away from the cold automated rejection letters (and complete lack of explanation from the associated helpdesks), I decided to stop by my bank branch a few months ago to see if my application could be processed by a real-live person, who could perhaps look at my situation and at least explain to me why I wasn't authorized to join the splurging masses. Going through my salary and current financial situation with the advisor, I was told there was no reason why I wouldn't get approved and that we'd do the application together to ensure success. And sure enough, two weeks later, I got a shiny new credit card in the mail, with a humongous £250 credit limit. Really nothing to brag about, but I figured it was a start, and at least I'd have one if necessary.

Needing to activate the card, I called the number stamped on it, thinking that it was pretty good timing, since i had my trip to Australia in a few weeks and would definitely be able to use it there. But when I called the number, I was told the card was already activated. Thinking that was a tad weird, I called the Barclayscard helpdesk and asked if there was a problem. After a few minutes of looking around on the system, the helpdesk operator explained to me that in fact the card had been cancelled, since Barclays had realized I wasn't fit to hold one after all. By this point I was wondering if I was stuck in a personal-finance episode of the Twilight Zone, and asked for more explanations. Unfortunately the calculations made to authorize or reject people are all automated, so no one can really tell you what is wrong when you're not accepted. All the person on the line was able to tell me was that I could cut up the card since I wouldn't be able to use it. Now there's some sound advice, not sure I would've thought of it on my own.

This happened over the summer, and since then I'd kind of resigned myself to being credit-less for a few years. Indeed through my application processes I'd noticed that they always ask for 3 years' addresses history in the UK, which I obviously do not have. Was it possible that my lack of credit score, and recent arrival in the country was the thing blocking all my applications? Too bad I couldn't ask the giant robot running the process, that guy's pretty heartless if you ask me.

Then last week I saw an ad for Capital One, and remembered how in the US they were known for giving out credit cards to pretty much anyone. Despite knowing that each negative application can adversely affect you credit rating, I decided to try once more, figuring that it was worth a shot, having done my last one five months prior. Upon completing the grueling two-minute online form, I got the usual "we'll let you know" message and figured they were just cordial and preferred to send the rejection letter through the mail instead of telling me straightaway. Because nothing says courtesy like a mass-reproduced letter of denial. Only thing is I actually got accepted for the basic card, apparently, and sent back my signed agreement yesterday. So theoretically in 7 to 10 working days I should be the (oh-so) proud possessor of a Capital One credit card, with a minimum credit limit of £100, and a sweet 34.9% APR. Unless they decide to go for the sneaky Barclays-style now-you-see-it, now-you-don't technique. Either way I'm not sure I'll have a better understanding of how logical the process is, having seen so many shows on TV about uni students being able to get into £40,000 of debt while I'm stuck with my junior-high debit card.

After these various ups-and-downs I don't think I've become any savvier to the credit card scene here, but I do know one thing: my next salary falls on the 16th (hooray for Xmas early payment dates), on the 17th my primary bank account won't be at Barclay's.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

the good life

In these turbulent times when nary an article (be it about banking bailouts, factory closures or baby seals) fails to mention the credit crunch, it's reassuring to see that in at least some neighborhoods, the specter of recession is still as far away from reality as my plans to move to Hawaii. To illustrate, here's 3 random sights observed during my morning walk to work. Keep in mind these are but a sampling of the many signs of opulence seen throughout the area. Let's just say I'm not worried about seeing too many for sale signs in the neighborhood just yet.



You know what I hate when I buy a crapload of stuff from Selfridges? How to get rid of all the packaging it comes with. But the solution was there all along: re-use the bag it came with. Al Gore knows what I'm talking about.



Ah yes, drop off my ski-wear at the dry cleaners', that's what I was supposed to do this weekend.



the funny part about this picture is the car is generally parked not fifty yards away from Tony Blair's crib. I totally knew his wife was big on luxury German cars.


Tuesday, November 04, 2008

back to the future

back in college, I took up a habit where I would wake up in the middle of the night once or twice a week to watch live NBA games on cable. I would lose a precious few hours of sleep, staying awake through a steady munching of krisprolls and diet coke, all the while relishing every second of it. Once I joined the workforce such occurences diminished to the point where I now wake up only for major sporting events, like a baseball playoff game, or Alain Bernard's winning 100m freestyle race in the Beijing Olympics.
So with Election day finally upon us, after what feels like the longest political campaign in history, I initially thought I would turn back the clock and pull an old-school half-nighter. But, having stayed at work past 1am yesterday, and, truth be told, not feeling as spry after 4hours of sleep as I used to, I've decided to take the old-man way out. 1am will probably be enough for me, which means I'll only get to see some early returns, not the nail-biting suspense from the battleground state results. Then again if it means I get to avoid the letdown of four years ago, that's probably a good thing.
And, most importantly, in the spirit of unity I prepared a new, special bi-partisan smoothie for desert: strawberries for Republicans, blueberries for Democrats, and some banana for the independents. Now that's change we can believe in.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

relax

ugh, being sick for the entire weekend with food poisoning was not exactly what I'd planned. (stoopid Brick Lane tandoori). But I guess if you're gonna get some rest before starting the work week, being stuck in bed for 24hours is one way to do it. And now that I've finally emerged from my place of slumber, I get to enjoy a delicious meal of soup and donuts. Because as we all know, there is nothing that can't be cured by donuts. Nothing.

Monday, October 13, 2008

pas de deux

it will probably take me a couple more days to even think about going for a run again (and many more to consider using stairs), but I already understand why runners say that their first thought when completing a race is often when they're gonna run the next one. Okay, maybe my first one was "where's that Mars stand?", and perhaps I said it out loud, but I'll admit the physical fatigue felt quite faint compared to the general feeling of accomplishment of having finished. Not that I thought I wouldn't be able to do so, but as I laid out last week, I had no such long-distance experience, and so I had real doubts as to how I'd hold up after 7 miles. Doubts which were compounded when I realized that it was actually going to be sunny and warm -for London standards- that morning. But these terrific weather conditions were just one more point in the success column for this first edition of a race that's now destined to become a staple of UK running events. Tremendous organization, a great route and a nice turnout all contributed to rave reviews from all participants I talked to, with which I heartily concur.
Crossing the line at the same time as a coworker, we waited on the Hyde Park grass with a couple of others while we waited for the rest of the corporate team to trickle in. While we were doing so the sun got progressively warmer, and it felt like summer had finally hit London. Adding greatly to the satisfaction was that, finishing in 1h35, I did better than I was aiming for, and some of the coworkers did really well too (the first guy in our group did 1h30, and that wasn't even his PB...).
While initially I had a stated goal of sub-1h45, and an unofficial one of sub 1h40, I had too little experience to know what I could really aim for. For that reason, and out of habit, I just looked at my pace on my timer, trying to stay under 7'30/mile as long as I could. Only after 11miles, the full distance being 13.1m, did I look at the time and realize I was at 1h20. The mental boost this gave me was immeasurable, though unfortunately my stubborn legs refused to follow suit. And the fuzzy math that came with that moment did not help things, as I quickly realized that though I was getting close to finishing, those last 2 miles wouldn't run themselves. Thankfully I was able to find inspiration in the weird pace of a nearby runner, who kept slowing down, get passed by me, then would fly back ahead again only to repeat the same pattern. This reminded me to try to keep going at a steady pace, and the thought of running a good time was enough motivation to not falter. 400 yards from the end there was a final turn and the finish line appeared. At that point it felt like I still had 2 more miles to go, but I spotted the above-mentioned coworker slightly ahead of me and, after tapping him on the shoulder, motioned to him that we should make a go for it. The only problem is that the final sprint works so much better in Hollywood movies than in real life, so I'm not convinced we gained that much speed over those excruciatingly long last "few" yards. And crossing the finish line was weird: it wasn't really the "moment" I thought it would be as much as a bookend to something both horrendous and fantastic. But the bad feelings were gone pretty quickly, and it was the very enjoyable to wait for the rest of the group to join us (the last one finished in 2h30), while drinking gallons of free Powerade. And then we went to the pub, because this is England after all, and because having that first beer after a long run is a fantastic feeling that words would fail to describe.
Before I finish this, 2 stats from the day which I thought were significant:
- my sportband says I used up 1,800cal during my run. Ho-ly cow! Speaking of which, if you don't think I went to Burger King for my post-race meal, you're crazy.
- my finishing time put me in the 95th percentile of the runners, which is a pretty cool, considering there were over 7,500 of them. Running for me is a solo thing, but it's nice to be able to be able to compete in sports again once in a while. Maybe soon I'll start wearing the No Fear t-shirt I loved so much in high school, with its irrefutable slogan: "second place is the first loser". Or not.

While I haven't actually decided what race I'd like to run next, I know there will be a next one at some point. Some point very very far away, while I give my poor calves and joints some much needed quality time. And though I still don't consider myself a runner, today a coworker who took part but hadn't seen my time until this morning came over and said "I didn't know you were a runner?". She meant it as a compliment, and I'll take it.