Subtitle Blitz #02: Sons and Lovers

A young Dean Stockwell and an old Trevor Howard. I plowed through this one pretty quickly. The dialogue is structured and proper, so it made for smooth subtitling. The whole time I worked on it,  I couldn’t help but think about how different Stockwell’s role in this was compared to, uh, Beverly Hills Cop 2.

Then Jinx and I went on a long walk. She only barked one a couple people.

Subtitle Blitz #01: The Sound of Music

 

Did you know that Liesl and her father were attracted to each other? All right, I mean Chamian Carr and Christopher Plummer, who was more than ten years her senior at the time? Actually, I don’t even know if that’s true. I got that from IMDb, but they’ve been known to be wrong (witness: No perfect 10 rating for Secret Admirer.) I haven’t seen this one in a while, but when I was a child, I knew the soundtrack backwards and forwards. Didn’t help me when it came to subtitling some of those lyrics:

ALL:
Layee-o-dl layee-o-dl-oo

-MARIA: Mm-hmm-hmm-hmm 
-CHILDREN: Mm-hmm-hmm-hmm

- Ho-dl-ay-ee 
- Ho-dl-ay-ee

- O-dl-ay-ee-ee 
- O-dl-ay-ee-ee

O-dl-ay-ee

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Laydee-o-dl-ay-o

Laydee-o-dl-ee
Laydee-o-dl-ay

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Laydee-o-dl-ay-o

Laydee-o-dl-ee o-lay

(sighs)

And as a bonus, here’s a photo of my mom playing Maria in her school production:

Jinx at the new dog park

 

As Jinx gets more white fur on her face, her behavior seems to get more conservative too. She’s only five, but in the four months since we moved, she’s lost some of her zest for exploration and her social skills. So every day we head out for a walk. Pasadena folk tell me that this dog park near the tennis club is new. A couple days ago, when we visited, she was content to just poke around and sniff the occasional rump. Today she got more into it and actually sprinted around a bit.

Baby steps.

Before I Wake

Mike Flanagan is one of the most interesting directors in this excellent new wave of horror we’re going through. The premise of this one is an ingenious twist on the Nightmare on Elm Street hook–the dreamer alone is not only threatened, so are people in the waking world around him.

Talking Heads – Life During Wartime

DJ Yon dropped this track at the Violet Crown VIP party the other night, and as soon as I had a chance I pestered him for a track ID. I misidentified it as “Burning Down the House,” and then he corrected me with “Life During Wartime.” Of course we both got it wrong, but settled eventually on “Once in a Lifetime.” It’s a smooth edit, with a terrific use of that rolling bass line.

And appropriate, in a way, since my strongest association of the song goes way back to the days at Movies Twin when Down and Out in Beverly Hills was released. This song played over the end credits, so after every show, I’d crank the monitor in the projection booth. It’s more than 25 years later now. The song still rules.

Violet Crown VIP Party – George R. R. Martin

George R. R. Martin

Thursday Night, April 30, 2015, Violet Crown Cinema opens to a select group of invited party folks. Included among the many speakers is the big man himself, who owns the Jean Cocteau theater just down the street, a marvelous cinema showcase in its own right. As Steve and I are pulling pints of lager to hand to party attendees, Steve says, “He must have a case of theater envy.” Then the first thing Martin says as he takes the microphone is “I think I have a case of theater envy.” Steve is pretty proud of himself.

The Seats Are Here

 

The seats are starting to arrive in the theater. I’ve only been working here for two days, but I’m starting to get this feeling of being home again. I haven’t worked in a movie theater since 1993, when I ran the Granada in Santa Barbara for the summer of The Firm, The Fugitive, The Last Action Hero and Like Water for Chocolate. And this theater promises to be something special. Believe me, I wouldn’t have applied if I didn’t think it could approximate the awesomeness of, say, the Arclight. Santa Fe has some good independent theaters. The mainstream venues, however, are garbage. Regal has sold its soul to the advertising devil. In almost every case, I’d rather wait to see the mainstream stuff on Netflix or Vudu than wade through the garbage they heap upon you before every show. Violet Crown seems to get this. I’ll be curious to see how it plays out.

Extreme Cartooning

Yesterday’s attack on Charlie Hebdo was horrible. I don’t understand the mindset of religious extremism, especially the kind that is so sensitive to satire and criticism that it lashes out at innocent people. And yes, they were innocent. No drawing ever took someone’s life. If everyone sought to settle differences with pencils and words, the brain-dead and humorless would be doomed.

And speaking of he brain-dead and humorless, I expect the backlash against ordinary, peaceful, rational Islamists will be as misguided and idiotic as always. I can’t help but think once again of this cartoon by Matt Inman.

“Are you so dangerously extremist that even a silly web cartoonist can’t draw a picture of your prophet without fearing for his life?”

Then you suck at your religion.

Adams - Charlie Hebdo
The Telegraph’s Adams joined tributes by cartoonists to those who were killed in the attack on Charlie Hebdo