Defending DOMA? What? I thought we were going to get some progress!
Ray’s was already on my radar screen before the news. I mean, I like burgers. Not McDonald’s so much, but good burgers, whether in Boston, DC or Atlanta. One of my friend’s daft roommate (as it turns out, but she likes restaurants, so i trust her here) raved about Ray’s the Steaks in Arlington, and said this was the proprietor’s crack at an upscale burger joint. So Ray’s was on my list, even IF President Obama did not get a burger there with Joe Biden. Foodies like it, the president (I assume) likes it – and given the long line the two times I have been, the unwashed masses like it – so obviously I was intrigued.
The presentation of the restaurant is simplicity itself – a long line, you pick up a menu and then you order when you get to the register. Then you find a seat (no taking tables until you have ordered) and wait. When I looked at the window, I was a little asea with the myriad of burger choices – and the lack of sides (there are some sides available, but really it is about the burger). Let’s put it this way, you don’t get to put bone marrow on a burger every day. Confused by the choices, I chose one of their suggested combinations (pepperjack-fiery sauce-jalapenos-onions). The toppings are excellent, but really the star is the meat. I am no steak expert, but when I read that the place uses the high quality steak meat as the basis for the ground meat, it shows. The burger just tastes different – juicier, more buttery (without being a Butter Burger). The burgers are huge (10 ounces!) but feel light as I ate it. The bun is not really well built to hold the burger – eating it is a big big mess. However, the burger is delicious – just a different sport.
Up grabbed my heart and wouldn’t let go (to clarify, I mean the Pixar movie Up, not the Russ Meyer version which grabs another part of the anatomy). From the dazzling short that opnened up the proceedings at the theater where I got to see it, to the remarkable opening sequence to the sight of a house being held aloft by myriads upon myriads of balloons, Up is a throwback of sorts to the “big movies” of the past, the sort of thing that is the best of what Hollywood has to offer.
While the common lament of how Rob Schneider gets movies green-lit when so many smaller slice of life pictures in the In the Bedroom ilk are left to rot in distribution is true, that is not the only sadness of modern movies. I mean, sure, these sorts of films need distribution, but what about the movies that Hollywood do make? There is slasher porn, movies based on crappy TV programs, toilet comedies. But really, how many truly rich moviegoing experiences does Hollywood produce these days?
Pixar has succeeded completely on this level – even before the movie starts. In the tradition of old time movies, the show started with a dazzling short “Partly Cloudy”. Aside from perpetuating a myth about precisely where babies come from, it is beautifully animated, funny, cheeky, and just impossibly cute. And then, the movie starts.
I am pretty sure that when the American Film Institute does its requisite specials in 2099 about the second century of film, the prologue that begins Up will be prominently featured – in its own way it should be as iconic as Pinochhio’s famous discovery. It depicts a boy and little girl who discover a shared love of adventure, and the adventurer Charles Muntz. The couple will fall in love, get married and she will pass away – leaving Carl (the old man) alone with a house full of memories and sadness. This is all done without dialogue, and if it does not move you, well I guess I am a marshmallow.
We pick up with Carl as he sits in his house alone, and not sure what to do with his life. He is encouraged to go to a seniors’ home (in fact, a bit more than encouraged), but finally decides to visit Paradise Falls, in South America, where he and his wife had set out to live. How he finally decides to travel there is a flight of fancy that is also a wonder, and certainly homage for anybody who has seen Fitzcarraldo (go figure – Herzog in Pixar?).
While traveling, Carl discovers a stowaway, a boy scout named Russell (who seems Asian-American looking), an earnest 8 year old who is having trouble at home, although in the convention of these sorts of movies, the old man is unmoved at first. Really, the plot itself is not particularly original. What is original, is the villain, the villain’s ship and indeed the villain’s henchmen, who are really, really, really funny. But undercutting the entire movie, all the jovial moments, is the depth of Carl’s love for his wife and her memory – in fact, the movie plays the music under the prologue throughout – provides poignancy that you just don’t see. Up is a great experience – I cannot imagine having a fuller experience with a mainstream American movie.
Coming off of their astonishing upset of the Cleveland Cavaliers, the Orlando Magic get to face the Los Angeles Lakers for the NBA title. The Lakers of course are old hat. This is the franchise’s 30th trip to the Finals and this bunch was the runner up to my beloved Celtics in the 2008 Finals. Oh, that never gets old!
Anyway, with Game 1 on us as this is being typed and with the news of Jameer Nelson’s activation, things may have changed a bit. Nelson is not 100% clearly, but he still averaged 28 points per game against the Lakers – he will help. Otherwise, a quick breakdown:
CENTER – Dwight Howard vs Andrew Bynum … big edge to Orlando. Howard was magnificent in the last round, Bynum has been inconsistent all playoff long
POWER FORWARD – Rashard Lewis vs Pau Gasol … double sided mismatch. Lewis will take Gasol way further than he wants to be, shooting threes at an insane clip. However, Gasol can punish him down low. Of course, the Lakers often forget to get him the ball, so could go either way. Small edge Lakers in theory.
SMALL FORWARD – Hedo Turkoglyu vs Trevor Ariza … Ariza is a good complementary piece, but Turkoglu at 6’10” provides interesting matchup problems, he gets the edge
POINT GUARD – Rafer Alston vs Derek Fisher … Fisher has been lousy most of the postseason … Alston is wildly inconsistent, but hey, he has played big … edge to Magic but not by much
SHOOTING GUARD – Courtney Lee vs Kobe Bryant … edge Lakers
BENCH – Magic have gotten more production in the playoffs from Marcin Gortat, Mikael Pietrus and possibly Jameer Nelson.
BOTTOM LINE – the Lakers have some down low edges in depth and with Gasol. They COULD punish the Magic, and that might be their modus operandi. The Magic will shot a lot of 3s and if Howard plays well then there will be some openings. But ultimately the 2-3-2 hurts the Magic. Their home court edge is contingent upon beating LA three times in a row which is a very tall order against anybody. Thus they might have to win twice in LA to win the title and that might be too much to ask.
Lakers in 7
Well, after a brisk walk from my beloved Arlington, Virginia across the river to Georgetown, I decided to take a gander at the local Thai cuisine. The trip took me to Bangkok Joe’s Dumpling Bar and Cafe. Needless to say, the name piqud my interest. Dumplings are obviously one of the world’s most perfect foods, so a place that makes a specialty of them – let’s say my hopes were raised. Furthermore, when I went to the restaurant it was during its Thai New Year’s celebration – so more traditional special items. Hooray!
But alas, the edifice of hope I had built up, the giddy anticipation was crushed in a quick series of blows. First was the appetizer, Tri-Color Gems, three basic dumplings with minced pork in one, shrimp in the other, crabmeat in the third. All of the dumplings were tough and sticky. They all tasted rubbery and sinewy, like a Drunken Noodle Nightmare. Then came the entree, the Kao Kruk Kapi, a rice dish with pork belly, salted baby shrimp, mango, shallots and egg. This was better certainly, but the spice was modest compared to other Thai I have experienced, and for the price charged, not nearly enough. The drink though, the Ginger Lemon Iced Tea, was delicious and refreshing.
The final blow was the bill of $70 for two people without alcohol. While I cannot say anything too harsh about the restaurant, it was disappointing at any price, and for that price, even moreso. If you have a car, driving out to Culmore or Rockville is many times more productive.
It is 2004. A couple of Ceyloni men are discussing the merits of certain good luck charms, and the prospects of forming a better life elsewhere. The conversation is robust, a little vulgar, and very easy going. Needless to say, we like these two men immediately. Soon thereafter, we get glimpses into their very very poor home lives – the money problems, the obligations. We are introduced to the sister of one of the men, who is contemplating a three year tour as a middle easterner’s maid to make some money for her husband and daughter. Everybody is suffering. The urgency to try to find the better life elsewhere has never been higher, but Stanley and Manoj (the latter who looks a bit like a Ceyloni Andy Kaufman), our heroes are thwarted by an immigration policy which desires Sri Lanka’s doctors and nurses, but not it’s weaker huddled masses. But then, while lamenting another failed attempt to get a visa to go to Europe, suddenly the heroes come upon a flyer for a handball tournament in Germany.
Thus is the setup for Italian director’s Uberto Pasolini’s Machan, shown as part of the Washington DC International Film Festival. Based on a true story, Machan is clearly intended as a foreign audience pleaser – trying to catch some of the same good fortune and word of mouth that vaulted movies such as The Full Monty, Tampopo, or Amelie international sensations. In fact, looking at the previous paragraph, if you strip away the cultural details and observations on poverty, what we have is, more or less, the setup for Dodgeball or Lagaan or any number of stories about charming plucky underdogs. If we did head down this direction, we might have had that audience pleasing classic that the filmmakers were targeting. What we are left with instead is a movie of tremendous charm with tremendously likable actors, but a film that strives for too many emotional notes, and is thus more uneven than it needed to be.
What do we mean by “too many emotional notes”? Well, for instance, neither Manoj nor Stanley know the first thing about team handball. So their quest to recruit teammates, find uniforms, come up with a team name, all play as human comedy. The team varies very very widely in age, height … and contain all the usual “types” you see in virtually any sports movie. In these scenes, we see the cheeky Full Monty sort of charm – it is funny stuff. However, juxtaposed with these scenes, we also see their home lives, and the very real stakes that they are playing for. We meet Suresh, Stanley’s brother in law (whose wife is the one looking into becoming a maid) who works in a hotel, and when we see how he reacts to his co-worker being replaced as a bathroom attendant by a hot air dryer, it is hard to watch. The flow between the two tones in uneasy – they almost seem like two different movies. Another example is the sequence where Manoj makes a key decision about the Germany trip.
Overall, this is a good, but uneven film. If it chose to stick with a cheekier tone (reminiscent of the comic scenes), Machan might have been a great audience entertainment. As is, it is entertaining with good performances and a deep knowledge of Sri Lanka. It was just too weighted down to fly.
* Well, on a slow work day like this, I could use a good joke – or a bad one for that matter. Indeed, Roger Ebert and the unusually erudite commenters (if I ever get them, I’d pray they were as good) on his blog supply some levity.
However, for true silliness, where else to go but the land of INFOMERCIALS. I must confess, I am a true sucker for them, especially on weekend mornings. 30 minute blurbs about products that seem so useful, that it is a miracle the free market has not caught up. I mean you can just pen away car scratches, or cut through just about anything, or buy super cheap real estate, even make mini hamburgers! Really, I am lucky I don’t have 100 “As Seen on TV” boxes in my apartment.
Obviously, though the best of all products is the Snuggie – the Blanket with Sleeves. I admit, I watched the ad and wondered “do people really wear that to the game?”, but then I see that yes, yes they do. It really is a phenomenon. But now, you can enjoy your s’mores with them! (hat tip, JoePos) When the kids get that excited about the microwave, I don’t know how I can say anything bad about it.
Finally to end this rumination, a few words with Mr. T: