Showing posts with label Taylor Swift. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Taylor Swift. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

When Writers Went Wrong

 
A friend and I were exchanging insights on recent books we read when she brought up Night Film: A Novel, a murder mystery, investigated by a divorced, middle aged, veteran reporter named Scott, and his two young sidekicks, a man and a woman. My friend loved the book, but she pointed out a few oddities. The author, Marisha Pessl, penned a scene when the protagonist first meets the young woman. Scott blathers on about her lipstick and makeup as well as lengthy commentary concerning her clothes. When he meets the young man, he elaborated on how gorgeous he is. My friend claimed,

“Men don’t say that.”

I had to agree. Sometimes authors relate a little too much to their protagonists and tend to make them like themselves. Male authors make female characters unrealistically promiscuous or aggressive while female authors make men impossibly sensitive or introspective.

My father, a well read, high school educated factory worker, was proud that he had the lowest membership number in the local public library. From an early age, he embraced books as his companions, preferring their company over a night out with his friends. When his buds came knocking at the door, my father would be comfortably seated in a chair with some good fiction in hand as he would tell my grandmother to say he wasn’t home. He much preferred reading above anything else in life.

My father never let all that reading educate him though. Like most blue collar, unionized workers in New England, he would often espouse mildly racist or misogynistic ideas. At first when I was young, I just went along with it. After college and a stint in the military, I saw things differently. When my father retired and got clear of his job, he saw the world differently as well.

But for most of his life he was fond of saying that woman authors couldn’t write believable dialog. I’m sure with his vast experience reading bestsellers, he likely came across a book or two in which a woman wrote some crappy dialog. It is in moments like this that the sum total of one’s being is measured against the steadily increasing yardstick of civility. So some woman authors gummed up some scenes. That doesn’t mean, as my father often decreed, that all woman authors can’t write good dialog.

My father would thoughtfully explain his point of view to anyone proffering a novel written by a woman. The librarians at our local library would remain silent as my father rejected their reading suggestions based on the biology of the author. He knew that it angered them and to a degree embarrassed me, but that was his opinion, and back then you were entitled to believe as you wished no matter how ignorant it was.

I thought of my father’s sentiments when reading J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series. Specifically, in Goblet of Fire when Harry and Ron are using Hermione as a go between during a spat in which the two were not speaking to each other. Men are not well versed in the art of cold shoulder. My mother graduated from Harvard with a degree in Ignoring People in the Same Room with honors. She taught my oldest sister so well that for my entire adult life one of them was always mad at me. Sadly, Rowling herself said that she went by "J.K." to mask her identity as a woman because many people don't like reading female authors.

Men are unconcerned with drama and will almost never act on emotion. We're mostly interested in more rudimentary things like women's anatomy and how long it's been since the last time we got any. Eve Plumb and Maureen McCormick of Brady Bunch fame hated each other on and off screen leading to the iconic line,

"Marcia, Marcia, Marcia."
 
Fans of The Brady Bunch probably are unaware that the onscreen conflict was in fact inspired by a real, ongoing spat between the two. The feud started when Eve grew jealous that Maureen’s character was romantically linked with teen heartthrob Desi Arnaz Jr. In contrast, the Brady brothers, Peter and Greg, were best buds off-screen. As proof of their lasting friendship, Christopher Knight and Barry Williams attended each other’s wedding ceremonies. So it’s doubtful that Ron would be so jealous of Harry that he wouldn’t speak to him. Just doesn't happen.

When I heard lyrics from Blank Space by Taylor Swift in which the popular singer wrote,


 
“Boys only want love if it’s torture.”

I thought of my father’s assertion concerning women penning dialog. Boys are much more sophomoric than Taylor’s assessment. In fact, drama is just what we don’t want. Guys are simpletons who respond mechanically to biological coding. If men got involved in drama the human race would be one of those dead end branches on the evolutionary tree like the dodo bird which got nixed by nature. I suspect that Taylor Swift is a hugely complicated woman based on her immense success and subsequent wealth. I also bet she has stuffed animals in her bedroom.

Recently, I was surfing through the thousands of cable channels looking for something to mindlessly watch when I stumbled across an episode of Twilight written by Stephenie Meyer. Edward, a vampire, and Jacob, a werewolf, were both discussing in depth their feelings about Bella as she slept. This ran against my evolutionary instincts as a man. Two dude bros interested in the same girl are not going to tell each other how they feel. They’re more likely going to discuss what seasonal sport activity is currently featured on ESPN. I know they're both superhuman, mystical beings and all, but I think that would make them supernaturally horny, not sensitive soy boys blathering about their emotional state. I would guess that if the two rivals were alone then the vampire would comment excessively about Bella's menstrual cycle and the werewolf would express his dominance at a particular sexual position. That would capture the true jerk nature of youthful men.


Much later in life, my father learned to appreciate people for their individual uniqueness, although he never shed his negative opinion of female authors. Back then, people were not inclined to trigger on ignorant ideas as tolerance, even for stupidity, was a measure of civility. When I'm taking in a movie and evaluating the efficacy of the female characters, I think less about who the author is and instead apply the Bechdel test, that is,
  1. The movie has to have at least two women in it,
  2. who talk to each other,
  3. about something besides a man.
The test evaluates the depth of the story, not merely the tally of actors by biology. Today, the focus is getting more roles for strong female protagonists without ensuring that such roles are relevant. While watching Charlize Theron mindlessly kick copious ass in Atomic Blonde which is based on a spy novel by Kurt Johnstad, I noted in one scene as the protagonist struts on the streets of a nameless European city that she exclaims to a male cohort,

"I don't trust you as far as I can throw you."


Clever dialog unfolding a story is unnecessary in film today where computer graphics enthralls our eyes while bypassing our ears. Watching the trailer for DeadPool, Ryan Reynolds wrote and delivered this line,

"We have to go home now."

That's dialog worthy of a movie snippet designed to make us want to part with an Andrew Jackson? My all time favorite stinker of a movie is Good Will Hunting, which everyone loved before it was revealed that the film was a project led by that fat bastard Harvey Weinstein when he worked for Miramax. The bar scene when Will mixes it up with a student over an article they both read always struck me as inane. The dude says,

"You’ll be serving my kids fries in a drive through on our way to a skiing trip." Will retorts, "That may be, but least I won’t be unoriginal."

This is a perfect example of what is called "stilted dialog," a common screenwriting criticism. I've written the only negative critique of Good Will Hunting which is often flagged by websites that inspect text for plagiarism. I speculate that students assigned to write a review of that movie, farted out by Matt Damon and Ben Affleck, are copying my sentiments.


Writing well is a dying art. It's fading from our life as did many things made by craftsman long gone. As their skill was replaced by automation and superficial reproduction, we eventually accepted what we had as all that there is. My father was a skilled silversmith whose life work involved crafting intricate patterns for silverware that no one wants today. And as such, the demand for quality storytelling is fading as computer graphics with action packed sequences take center stage.

Bad writing does not discriminate, but eventually, no one will know the difference. 

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Another Year and No Invite

Another year has passed and some things in my house are dramatically different while others are steadfastly the same. Our oldest, Aidan, is as tall as me. We recently dropped him off at boot camp for Sea Cadets at Fort Devens. William is in the grade that Aidan was when Willy was born. One thing which hasn’t changed in another year is that my wife, Christine, was, yet again, not invited to Taylor Swift’s epic Fourth of July party.

She and Aidan were fans stretching all the way back to 2008 with Love Story. Recently I asked each what they thought of Taytay, and this is what I got,


"I kind of don't care for her latest stuff," Aidan mused.

"Reputation sets a new low for self absorption," Christine noted.

Could it be? Did Taylor Swift lose two fans? Impossible. Admittedly, I hate when pop stars pour their soul into their music, and reveal their inner secrets. After Miley Cyrus twerked in Robin Thicke's crotch at the 2013 MTV Music Awards, the performance drew negative reactions for its alleged raunchiness, sexism, racism, slut-shaming, and cultural appropriation. In response Thicke's wife, Paula Patton, divorced Thicke, whose next album was dedicated to his estranged wife. It was entitled Paula and was filled with Thicke's feelings for his ex including the debuted song, Get Her Back, which contained the following lyrics,

All I wanna do
Is give you that thing, play you that song, you and your girlfriend sing
All I wanna do
Is get you back tonight


Apparently Paula didn't want "that thing" anymore because she didn't swoon over the tune and come running back to Thicke. The album got less traction than the floor in a Starbuck's restroom. Robin himself said about the album,

"In hindsight, the only thing I would have done differently was, I wouldn’t have promoted it or sold it. I would have given it away."

That might have led to a new low of embarrassment. The pop singer Demi Lovato is always singing about her private life including her struggles with mental illness. In her break up song, You Don’t Do It For Me Anymore, she sings

Now that I've learned all about you
A love just like ours wouldn't last I won't fall for your games
So don't hate me if I say
You don't do it for me anymore.

Most fans thought the lyrics were about ex Wilmer Valderamma, but Lovato confirmed that the song was about her "old self." Taylor Swift referred to her old self in Look What You Made Me Do, her Kanye West revenge song in which she recites,

I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now.
Why?
Oh, 'cause she's dead!


Dead? What a way to milk the drama teat. We all miss the ole Taylor who wrote upbeat work out songs like Shake It Off instead of

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams


The old Taylor was asked to collaborate on a song with Kanye West after he drunkenly snatched the microphone from her during her acceptance speech at the 2009 VMA while saying,

"Imma let you finish..." (we all know the rest)

In response to a possible collaboration, the old Taylor said something like,

"That's never gonna happen."

In 2015, Taylor agreed to play nice with Kanye and presented the Video Vanguard Award to the rapper, who announced he smoked pot to get through his acceptance speech, and that he plans to run for president in 2020, all while Taylor stood arm and arm with wife, Kim Kardashian. Shortly thereafter, Kanye wrote this lyric for Famous,

I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)


Then Taylor's mother ratted out deejay David “Jackson” Mueller for supposedly grabbing her daughter's butt at a meet and greet when this picture was taken. Mueller's hand does appear to be on the singer's can, but actual contact is uncertain. In fact, the hand up Taylor's skirt might have been Mueller's girlfriend's who would seem to be in a better position than Mueller for a full on proctologic exam. Mueller was not a shock jock who bragged about the incident on air. Either way, he got summarily shit canned from the radio station, then sued Swift for $3 million. He lost, but not before Taylor's mother said,

"One of the things I think that stuck with me was that [Taylor] couldn't believe that after the incident, ...that she thanked him...It made me question why I taught her to be so polite in that moment."

I don't know how polite Taylor is, but I do know she said "ass" a record number of times in court. Her mother has got me worried because in 2013, I was photographed within a few inches of Taylor's ass. I was certain with the new found "MeToo" status, Taylor's mom would come for me as well. Here's the picture. I'm the guy on the boogie board in the water behind Taylor. I figure once her mother sees this picture, she's gonna call up Google and get me shit canned from my blogging gig.

It's sad for me to accept that my wife and son are no longer Swifties, but changes come even when you stand still. I wish she stuck to her guns and steered clear of Kanye and the whole Kardashian Klan. The unwritten rule in the entertainment industry is for artists never to criticize each other. When Miley Cyrus did her twerking in Robin's thick one, Cher broke the rule by saying the performance "just wasn't done well. She can't dance, her body looked like hell, the song wasn't great, one cheek was hanging out. And, chick, don't stick out your tongue if it's coated." All these things were true, but later the same day Cher rolled back her criticism indicating that she was "ashamed" of her comments.

Rappers apparently didn't get the memo since Nicky Manaj said of Cyrus's when she hosted the VMAs apparently in response to comments made by Cyrus in a newspaper article,

"And now back to this bitch who had a lot to say about me the other day in the press. Miley what's good."

Cyrus shot back,

"Hey, we're all in this industry. We all do interviews, and we all know how they manipulate shit. Nicky congradua-fucking-lations."

Then after taking credit for her fame, Kanye tried "to take down Taylor." All this infighting is ruining the end product. I'll tell you what Kanye West has really done. He made Taylor Swift write the worst songs of her life.

Come back, ole Taylor. Come back.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Once Again, Not Invited to Taytay's Party

Taylor Swift's RI Beachfront House
A few years ago, Taylor Swift purchased a stately home, built in the 1930's on a rocky bluff a short distance from the town beach that we frequent every summer. The house was once owned by someone associated with a ballet troupe. I remember when I was a kid seeing ballerinas practicing on the lawn. Not much changed with the house since it's most famous owner took it over. There's more security. The stone wall, holding back the sea, was shored up. The house survived the 1938 hurricane on top the rocky bluff. The hurricane wiped out most dwellings in the area. It significantly altered the lay of land to this day.

For years, we've watched fireworks from the beach adjacent to the old house on the hill. I'm not sure who foots the bill for the event on the fourth which is launched from a barge anchored in the ocean. The reflection off the surface of the sea is always a wonderful spectacle.

Taylor Swift's annual Fourth of July party is now a major event for the area. Important people from Hollywood, the music industry, as well as models descend onto the area. A lot of people who go by one name attend Taytay's party. One time, Lourde walked by us on the beach. Another time we waited in line for some ice cream with Austin, Taylor's brother.

We never talk to celebs when we run into them. Once in Times Square, I rounded a corner while carrying my then three year old son, Aidan, on my shoulders as we ran into Ryan Seacrest and a handler. In no time, we were surrounded by a horde of people. I felt like we were at a Who concert. It was very scary as we were swept in any direction the crowd moved. I recall Seacrest reaching out to save a small girl from being trampled. It was very frightening. After that, I swore off celebrity encounters. Too dangerous. Even so, every year, my invitation to the Swift USA Birthday Bash gets lost in the mail. Well, not mine, mind you. I'm nobody, but my wife, Christine, and my son, Aidan, are very early Swift fans. They go back to 2008 with Love Story. I know that doesn't make them fan zero, but it still is nearly a decade of dedication.


Each year, I tell Christine to practice her open mouth smile. Aidan knows how to do that two finger, one thumb, one handed sign language thing that, I think, means "love" which all the rappers do. You have to shake your hand back and forth in minute oscillations to get the right affect. William, our youngest, has become a Swiftie by osmosis. Admittedly, I didn't get onboard until 1989, the album not the year.


Every year, I assure my wife that we'll magically get an invite, but it never happens. Christine reminds me that we're local nobodies, not even in her fan club. I remind her that we're in her fan base, the people who actually pay for her music. She tells me that we're musically talentless, non actors, who are on a runway only when sitting in an airplane. We have no tattoos, no claim to fame.

I guess Christine is right. We operate in different circles. Taylor Swift and her crew fly in the stratosphere, and we're salt of the earth kind of people. The only person who is friends with Taytay which I would want to meet is Lena Dunham. She's a real genius writer. Dunham always seems like she's on the fringe of Taylor Swift's squad. I saw the picture of her standing with Taylor and all her supermodel friends and thought,

Larry Busacca / Getty Images
"One of these things is not like the others."

It's probably for the best. I don't think Ryan Reynolds and I would have anything to talk about other than my wife's sister-in-law's niece was in one of the Van Wilder films. I would also probably piss off Ed Sheeran since I find his new song, The Shape of You, irritating. He comes off a little on the surface for me in that tune. Middle aged woman gush when Ed Sheeran is mentioned. The dude gives hope to gingers all over the world. I read that tattoo artists love gingers because of their fair complexion, and Ed has really colored up his skin. Along with the orange hair and the colorful tats, he's a walking Crayola crayon box.

I think Selena Gomez is better off without The Bieber. She's cranking out some real good tunes like It Ain't Me and Bad Liar. Not that Bieber's a bad guy. I kind of like him. He just needs to decompress, and refrain from urinating on people's stuff. You have to remember, the dude grew up in a messed up household without a father. He'll work it out someday. My biggest regret is that my wife and I have a real penchant for old houses. But, once again, we weren't invited.

This is as close as we got.



Maybe next year.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

So Long, Loki

There are terrible things going on in the world, earthquakes, terrorism, famine, flood, pestilence. Nothing comes as close to the one thing that gets me down more than anything else. You guessed it; Taylor Swift broke up with Tom Hiddleston. What next, I ask you?

Taylor Swift
I don't get it. He wore that "I ❤️ TS" shirt this summer. I know Hiddleston is British and all, but he has to understand that when you do something like that over the Fourth of July in this country, that means something. I think Tom is a bit of a prat. Not only would I have never taken a part as Thor's evil, adoptive, brother, I would never be photographed at 35 years old wearing a "I ❤️Anything" T-shirt. I'm sure it was Taylor's idea. She probably gave it to him as a reward for rearranging her stuffed animals.

Still yet, don't they understand how hard this is on people like us? I have to change up again! I just got used to Calvin Harris, a dude whose real name is "Adam." He chose "Calvin" as a stage name presumably because he thought it was smashing which will give you an idea where his head is. Calvin is a Scottish deejay and an on again, off again underwear model. He said all the publicity being with Taylor was hard on him. Rubbish! I think being in your skivvies on a 62 foot billboard in Times Square with your bollocks on display is slight more dodgy than dating TayTay. What a wanker!

Calvin is probably a Sean Connery fan because Connery is the most sober thing that came out of Scotland in decades. This was bad news for Taylor. Connery, you might remember, told Barbara Walters a few decades back,

"It’s not the worst thing to slap a woman now and then."

Now, I shouldn't stereotype. Not everyone from Scotland is a drunken wife beater. That's more like Ireland.

Calvin Harris
Just when I was getting used to Calvin being around, Taylor ships him back to the high country with some bad blood over collaboration on Rihanna's smash hit, This Is What You Came For. I'm not sure what went down, but the best I can tell is somebody named "Nils Sjoberg" claimed that Calvin said Taylor wrote the song. Then Calvin wasn't supposed to say anything, but he did anyway, or something like that.

So now, the news media is saying that Taylor and Tom were worlds apart, hers in Rhode Island and his in London. True, London is no Rhode Island, but you'd think that social media would have helped them stay connected. I mean they got 140 characters on Twitter. Isn't that enough? Or is it the "me" generation always wanting more?

Then, Kanye goes all aggro again. What I learned from that episode is that "bitch" and the n-word are terms of endearment in hip hop. Often, the latter is a racist slur that gets you kicked off the planet. Just ask Gwyneth Paltrow. She tweeted the name of a song that used the n-word in the title, and was immediately called out on social media. It's all very complicated.

I also learned about "Amber Rose," but I'm not sure who she either. She did something on YouTube; I think the first double backflip on a BMX bike. She also married, had a kid with, then divorced a rapper named, Wiz Khalifa, who, I understand, is quite popular even though his stage name is synonymous with a nature call.

Kanye West
Taylor be ass out when it comes to presenting Kanye with the Video Vanguard Award at the same award ceremony in which he unloaded his 40 ounce rant in support of BeyoncĂ©. Kanye's latest revelation is that he’s green with people who think he should "take down Taylor." Kanye needs to step down from his "thrown" and reassess his goals in life. A guy who wants to be the Man in 2020, who can't spell and needs to smoke reefer to get through his announcement speech, calls a female recording artist a "bitch." Even Trump can't pull that one off.

Whatever the case may be, Taylor needs to shake it off and regroup. Thank God Harry Styles is unavailable. I thought Tom was a keeper when I got one look at that "I ❤️ TS" shirt, but maybe he was really saying he liked taco salads. That would make more sense. John Mayer would've never worn a shirt like that. It wasn't Loki's finest hour, let me tell you.
 
Tom Hiddleston
The fact is Tom was a transition boyfriend. Transition guys take all the abuse that should have been dumped on the previous dude, all while not getting a fraction the last guy got. They also don't get any songs written about them either. He reminds me a little of Prince Charles except slightly more pathetic. I still can't see dumping Diana for Camilla Parker Bowles who in the 80's looked like ten miles of Mick Jagger. Tom will soldier on in the way that the British always do. He'll get over Taylor by summiting a peak or something.

Taylor will be okay. She's got plenty of friends, money and cats to get her through this latest breakup. It's the rest of us I'm worried about. What are we to do? We're not British anymore so we can't find solace in being the first to do something, and collectively we all have less friends, money and cats than Taylor.

Brilliant, you all!

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