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Showing posts with label Keanu Reeves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Keanu Reeves. Show all posts

Friday, May 28, 2010

Justin Bieber...Police escort hauls bad boy home! Ah, youth!




Pop Idol pretty in Red, White & Blue!




Teen star Justin Bieber thrives on bike-riding at the witching hour, according to comments the young hottie made during a recent interview with "Top of the Pops" magazine.

The kid has a lot in common with Keanu Reeves. 

In one interview a few years ago, the Matrix star confided to a journalist that heoften cruises in the dead-of-night on his sleek high-powered motorcycle.

Unfortunately for Justin, one of his joyrides landed the cutie in hot water with his folks.

Allegedly, the antsy Pop Idol rebelled against curfew rules one starry night - and consequently - ended up being escorted home by the local men-in-blue.

How did the late-night adventure in the dark mean streets of the city come about?

"My friend slept over and we were like, 'Let's go out.' We just went biking and were being stupid but we weren't doing anything bad," he fessed up to the reporter.

"But the police saw us and brought me back home, because there was a curfew on the area! It was two in the morning, and I got grounded for a month! That's the worse trouble I've ever been in."

Justin, let's hope it stays that way!

Life in the fast lane has many temptations, after all.

Just ask Lindsay Lohan!



Night-rider!

Monday, March 8, 2010

The Oscars...red carpet scuttlebutt! Lopez, Keanu Reeves, Zak Efron & Miley Cyrus fashionistas with style...






George Clooney dashed behind the bleachers, glad-handing fans and signing autographs, Carrie Mulligan wafted up with a cute "do' she called a mistake in a gown that was dappled with scissors and forks, and Samuel L. Jackson sported an artsy-fartsy beret director-style.

Ah, the glamour and glitz of the Oscar red carpet!

So much to kibbitz about.

Kathryn Bigelow (The Hurt Locker) stode up dateless (unless the woman at her side was a lesbo pal) underscoring the price of fame.

Talented Bigelow acted oblivious to the raging "Hurt Locker" controversy on the red carpet all around her and kept repeating ad nauseam to everyone within earshot:

"Our support goes out to the servicemen. Get home safe," she rambled like a broken record throughout the starry-night.

Little did she know in that casual moment that she would end up turning a page in Academy Award history to become the first woman to win the coveted Oscar in the prestigious best director category.

A reporter at ABC - George Pennacchio - was quite effervescent on the red carpet and tried his darndest to get beyond the tinsel by asking pointed relevant questions beyond the scope of the normal superficial fluff.

It was hard-going, though.

When he Asked Clooney how he felt about the excited hub-bub that when down after "Up in the Air" screened, the charismatic actor (in a very "off" moment last night) shrugged.


"Good that they chatted about the film, instead of just saying to each other "shall we go for Chinese?"

George's date was a plain Jane, hooker-type, hired as an escort for the night?

The fact she didn't speak English was a plus for the hot shot-star; after all, she wouldn't spoil the festive occasion by opening up her yap and possibly embarrassing Rosemary Clooney's nephew.

Hope she was more exciting in bed, George.

Gabourey Sidibe gushed that she felt like she was at the prom.

Her midnight blue dress, with bold sparkly patterns, was all wrong though.

If the supporting-actress nominee showed up at a graduation celebration in that fashion disaster, the nasty schoolboys might have dumped a bucket of blood all over her, Carrie-style!

Dear, avoid patterns, 'cause they only draw attention (and give the illusion of bulk) to your figure (what there is of it).

Sarah Jessica Parker & Mathew Broderick were a cute couple to gaze upon (the same height 'n all); in fact, the lovebirds would have made pretty book-ends in the right setting.

Broderick's cut - with strands of gray more noticeable now than ever - suited him.

Sarah's designer dress was quite distinctive,and buoyed up with a lush swatch of color at the bodice, which was stylish.

A strap at the extreme neckline should have been tossed to the wind instead of left to strangle her in front of the madding crowd otherwise tripping-the-light fantastic.

Jessica - the sly Diva - was mum on details in respect to the upcoming sequel to Sex in the City.

"I am sworn to secrecy, but, I can say it will be quite big.

Oh, I guess that the aging Lothario her character has pinned her hopes on, finally comes through with a boner to beat the band.

Or, may just pop the question.

Inquiring minds want to know, Jess!

When Matt Damon's wife was cornered by the aforementioned TV host, the cutesy little bird brain admitted she was swept up in the swirl of excitement.

When the polite reporter asked here in so many words if Matt deserved the award, she retorted in a snotty tone of voice:

"Of course, that's why he was nominated."

Then, she trotted off leaving George in an obvious lurch.

Struggling to regain his composure, the newsie quipped to camera dead-pan.

"I guess she was just shy."

Meryl Streep breezed along the red carpet in an elegant white gown with so many - dips, folds, and drapes - that it was apparent she was being held hostage by the mediocre designer's ill-conceived creation.

Meryl's hair was delightful, though, and suited her "look" (though a bit matronly for her age).

One fashion stylist that was on hand to deliver up critiques on the outfits - that drifted by amid a swirl of satin, chiffon, silk, you name it - echoed my own sentiments.

Stars that pose with hands on hips (and prone to arch their backs in an exaggerated fashion) end up looking positively silly in front of the paparazzi.

Instead of the stilted forced body maneuvers they tend to twist into, the gussied up sexpots would be better off just casually standing or effecting a quick full turn (so the photogs could get a good gander at the ensemble in a natural down-to-earth way).

The cutie-pie stances are for fifteen-year-old beauty Queens (Sarah Palin?) who don't know any better!

Jeff Bridges was all man in a Gucci outfit that added a dash of class to his image.

And, what was with the curious fuzz, gracing Keanu Reeves normally-handsome face?

Maybe he was getting ready to take a stab at a new role, or trying to butch up his act, I don't know.

Jennifer Lopez was pretty in pink in a stunning gown which wasn't over-the-top for once.

A bustle-style flourish at the rear end, disguised her normally-robust butt, to her advantage.

Whew!

Queen Latifa, on the other hand, was wrapped in so much fabric, that I couldn't tell where the folds of the gown ended and the rolls of fat began.

Too tight, too, baby!

Miley Cyrus - one of the youngest stars to appear on the red carpet - was pretty, understated and elegant.

But, the klunky earrings were a bit much for her slender neck.

Zak Efron was a dashing fellow in his dark suit, with wind-blown hair, that gave a poetic air to his image.

Cameron Diaz was tastefully gussied up, but the exposed hoop ring at one ear lobe, looked lonely amidst the glitz and glamour of the dazzling night.

Meanwhile, as the festive night got underway, collossal traffic jams caused headaches in the surrounding neighborhood.

City officials noted that streets may be blocked off until Tuesday morning.

As the red carpet started traffic started to wane, Quentin Tarantino sauntered in with open-collared dress shirt - and tie undone - underscoring that it was perhaps a harried task to land on the carpet before showtime.

Indeed, at one point, his voice literally cracked when he spouted off (which was often).

Oh, the trials and tribulations of being an Oscar nominee.

Meanwhile, the fenced off area beyond the high-security red carpet causeway, was awash with frenzied fans screaming their approval every time a superstar exited a limo purring at the packed curb.

If view of the circus atmosphere, no wonder seasoned pros like Shirley McClain, elected to watch the action-packed high-profile event from a wide screen at the chi chi Vanity Fair party with a handful of her best show-biz buddies.

Others trotted over to the Elton John annual charity fundraiser.

His toothy grin was a welcome break from all the stretched limos (and faces) that I was forced to take a gander at in order to prepare this red carpet report.

'Til next year!



Wednesday, October 29, 2008

AFI FEST...Documentary Competition! A curious mix bag of offerings...




When film director Michael Moore unveiled his new documentary SiCKO - amid a lot of fanfare in earlier this year in Sacramento - some said:

"There he goes again".

Taking in a documentary is one of my favorite past-times.

Of course, the "doc" comes in all varieties.

A director may focus on thought-provoking pieces about nature's astounding wonders, or take an insightful foray into an important social or political issue of the day, you name it.

In my mind's eye, when it comes to the latter, the facts should be presented fairly so that the viewer may weigh all the information - and henceforth - arrive at an intelligent reasoned decision about the issues.

For the most part, documentary filmmakers are inspired to "log" a topic because they are all fired up about a project. I mean, somethin' must have got 'em all hopped up to tackle the issues, eh?

For this reason I am inclined to believe that the creators may have a tendency to lean a little.

Undoubtedly, a subtle manipulation of the content is capable of swaying an audience in a particular way.

For instance, whether an insightful (or inflammatory) interview or news clip is placed at the beginning or end of the reel may have a dramatic impact on the viewer.

Although 60 minutes promises to follow the strict dictates of professional journalism - on occasion you can tell by the way the piece was constructed - where their loyalty falls.

One critic spouted recently that documentaries reminded him of "homework".

Joe Queenan - at the LA TIMES - recalled the empty experience of being locked in a steamy smelly auditorium forced to watch grainy films about boring topics produced by the Department of Agriculture.

"I'd rather watch the worst Keanu Reeves movie, I would rather sit through eleven consecutive Demi Moore films (are there that many?) than sit through a documentary," he noted with distaste.

Or maybe he was responding tongue-in-cheek?

No matter.

His statements caused a firestorm from the documentary camp from those who assert that this forum is where political causes, life's injustices and social ills may be brought to the fore.

June Macquire of Mission Viejo quoted Thomas Jefferson:

"If a Nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be".

The AFI FEST is sponsoring a Documentary Competition this year which focuses on a diverse range of topics.

Although I can't vouch for any of the docs - since I have't advance-screened any of the mixed bag that is offered up - I have given a run-down below so that discerning film buffs can fathom whether they want to risk pay-out on an uncertain gamble in these troubled economic times.

AGILE, MOBILE, HOSTILE:
A YEAR WITH ANDRE WILLIAMS

[AGILE]
(USA, 2008, 88 mins)

A doc which follows Andre Williams (who wrote and recorded numerous hits with the great Berry Gordy, Ike Turner, and Stevie Wonder) as he embarks upon a comeback after enduring poverty and homelessness and a life of reckless living.

ALONE IN FOUR WALLS

[ALONE]
(Germany, 2008, 85 mins)
According to the press packet, a meticulously eye-opening and beautifully-shot documentary which focuses the lens on young teens incarcerated in a tough reform school located in Russian Urals.
"Though these kids have stolen, and even killed, they also share dreams and passions as young people do everywhere."

GOGOL BORDELLO NON-STOP

[GOGOL]
(USA, 2008, 87 mins)

Hailing from five countries, and led by the irrepressible Eugene Hütz, the members of a band tell their stories and share their music.

Critics are saying this doc elevates the concert film into a full-blown exploration of music, identity and global politics.

HI MY NAME IS RYAN

[HIMYN]
(USA, 2008, 78 mins)

Ryan is a milk-and-cookies connoisseur, photo booth artist, fake mustache aficionado, and punk rock performance artist.

According to festival organizers, this poignant doc puts the spotlight on Ryan, who thrives on the therapeutic power of entertaining others as he embarks upon a preposterous number of music and art projects.

IMAGINADORES

[IMAGI]
(Argentina, 2008, 83 mins)

This doc explores the fascinating world of Argentinian comic books - and along the way - reveals the history, highlights, and undercurrents of this major cultural staple as it surges forward into the 21st Century without boundaries.

In addition to featuring existing published cartoons, the film animates some of the country's classic comic characters popular today.

THE LAST DAYS OF SHISHMAREF

[LASTD]
(Netherlands, 2008, 90 mins)

For residents of a small Inupiaq village, global warming is no abstract concept; after all, their island is disappearing beneath rising waters.

This documentary follows three families wrestling with an enormous dilemma.

Where should the people, whose livs are interwoven with their land, pick up and move their village to?

OF ALL THINGS

[OFALL]
(USA, 2008, 83 mins)

In the 1970s, songwriter Dennis Lambert had four songs in the top 100 at once, a feat previously accomplished only by the Beatles.

Now retired, and selling real estate, Lambert's discovery of an unlikely cult following—in the Philippines!!—lures him back on tour.

This hilarious doc captures every note.

PINDORAMA
THE TRUE STORY OF THE SEVEN DWARVES

[PINDO]
(Brazil, 2008, 84 mins)

A wandering family of performers - all dwarves, all children of a legendary Brazilian clown - travels the countryside celebrating magic, humanity, happiness and courage.

In this award-winning documentary, a team of filmmakers follows this remarkable, enchanting circus as it charms audiences.

PLAYING COLUMBINE

[PLAYI]
(USA, 2008, 94 mins)

A videogame that allows players to reenact the Columbine massacre is slammed in the press ,opening a wave of anti-gaming repercussions.


This provocative documentary follows the controversy, asking questions about gaming culture, free speech and the media's role in fanning the flames.

SHAKESPEARE AND VICTOR HUGO'S INTIMACIES

[INTIM]
(Mexico, 2008, 83 mins)

A filmmaker uncovers the true tale of her grandmother Rose Elena's friendship with Jorge, the strange transsexual (and perhaps schizophrenic man) who rented a room from her.

Could Jorge, Rose Elena's close companion, have been responsible for a string of unsolved murders in Mexico City?

UNTIL THE LIGHT TAKES US

[UNTIL]
(United States, 2008, 93 mins)

Blurring the line between performance, art, activism and terror, a group of "black metal" musicians recorded albums, burned churches and even killed each other.

This film examines the movement's birth and explosive growth, asking:

“Is violence a viable artistic response to our destructive consumption-mad culture?”

WITCH HUNT

[WITCH]
(USA, 2008, 91 mins)

Who wouldn't want a legal system that was tough on crime?

Unfortunately, as this startling documentary reminds us, the rush to punish the guilty often has devastating effects on the innocent, including the several fathers and mothers sent to prison by Bakersfield's overzealous DA.

Keanu Reeves...appears in court in role as defendant! Paparazzi altercation takes foray into celebrity realms...


Keanu Reeves appeared on the witness stand yesterday - starring in a scene - which was obviously coached by an attorney.

For the jury, the whole fiasco was a fascinating peek into the world of celebrity and the pitfalls of fame in the underbelly of Hollywood.

Reeves was there to offer up a defense to an allegation that he ran down and injured an overzealous member of the paparazzi arising from a stake-out incident which occurred last year on a dark street in Rancho Palos Verdes.

Allegedly, the photographer - Alison Silva - ambushed Reeves in an aggressive attempt to secure stills of the popular actor which he intended to sell for cash to the highest bidder.

After he was cornered in his vehicle, Reeves attempted to move forward in his Porsche, when the ballsy upstart stood in the way and was summarily hit by the slow-moving vehicle.

Mr. Silva is suing Reeves for allegedly causing a "career-ending" injury to his wrist as a result of the fender-bender.

Based on the testimony provided by Reeves in court yesterday, I am inclined to side with the popular star.

For example, when asked if Mr. Silva was disrespectful, he curtly replied.

"He wasn't rude per se."

I expect that most guilty parties - anxious to get out of the fix - would have taken the occasion to accuse the party of being pushy and belligerent - whatever - to justify their actions to the court.


Because Mr. Reeves didn't take this approach, I am inclined to believe his account of things.

In addition, the Matrix Trilogy hero testified, that he nudged his luxury roadster forward a bit, to signal he intended to go on his way.


Under the same set of circumstances, I expect that any number of people would have responded the same way.

Was Mr. Reeves supposed to just sit there and have his liberty restricted by an individual who was obviously intruding upon his "body" space?

If the hopped-up photog chose to remain in front of the vehicle as it moved forward, he did so at his own peril, in my estimation.

Silva testified that he ambushed Reeves with the intent of hopefully catching the sexy stud exiting with a girlfriend in tow.

At this juncture, he revealed to a fascinated jury, that Reeves was what the paparazzi referred to as a "shark".

A shark, he elaborated, is a term used to describe a big star who rarely ventures out.

"Photos of Reeves, therefore, bring a higher price."

The trial continues.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Point Break...Keanu Reeves film adapted for stage. Homoerotic! Sensational! Idiotic!




The Theater must be desperate for material or craving for nostalgic reminisces of B-movie stars.

"Point Break" - the cult feature which starred Keanu Reeves as an undercover FBI agent - was recently adapted for the stage.

By all accounts, it was a bizarre offering for the boards.

The producers were billing - Point Break LIVE! - in quite a unique way.

"The absurdist stage adaptation of the Keanu Reeves/Patrick Swayze extreme-sports blockbuster which returns to its roots: Los Angeles, "bank robbery capital of the world," where "a lot has changed in the last 20 years - the air got dirty and the sex got clean."

The odd-ball production revives faded memories of Johnny Utah (Keanu Reeves); Bodhi, the surfing philosopher (Patrick Swayze); and a handful of bank robbers (like the one played over-the-top by Gary Busey).

"Point Break LIVE!" first opened in Seattle - but has had sold-out runs in New York City and Minneapolis - if you can fathom it.

The stage show is sort-of an up-close in-your-face personal theatrical experience.

The oddity here?

At each show an acting newbie is plucked from the audience to stumble on the playing field and inhabit the Reeves "Utah" role.

The casting director noted tongue-in-cheek that the process ensured an FBI character - not unlike Reeves - who'll be wooden, grasping for lines, and looking for all-the-world like a deer caught in the thunderous path of a two-ton truck!

Yeah, they wanted a slow-talking, self-conscious dude who struts like he has a stick up his butt (or somethin' like that).

During the auditions, unlikely wannabes take a shot at the big time by executing jumpin' jacks, showing-off a little tight a**, and rendering a cold-reading - ah - very cold!

"Keanu's role requires a special kind of acting," explained one demanding director.

"Essentially, in every scene, the actor looks like he's just been dropped into a room with no idea about what's going on."

At each performance, it helps that acting novices get to read from cue cards!

Undoubtedly, this nifty approach, will be sure to capture the rawness of a Keanu performance (even thespians who think themselves generally incapable of acting).

One night, a handful of fans at a Los Angeles gig, swear that a 5'5 blond guy with glasses eerily perfected the Keanu accent, making the entire show a success.

A film buff, in queue at that once-in-a-life-time theatrical event, was inclined to wonder aloud later.

"How do they handle a Keanu that totally blows?"

"Point Break" is a tale about a rookie FBI agent, who infiltrates a colony of surfers in Southern California, to break up a bank robbery ring.

Keanu's character (FBI Agent) first bonds with Bodhi (bank robber Patrick Swayze).

Bodhi - unaware of his partner's secret agenda to bust his butt - pines away for him, nonetheless.

In the movie edition - filmgoers guffawed at stilted, quotable, camp dialogue - very Stallone-esque in style.

Difficult thought-provoking lines like "Whoa" and "I am an FBI agent" are revived in the stage production to the glee of "Point Break" officiandos.

Because "POINT BREAK" is executed in serious frat-boy style, it makes sense that there is usually plenty of cheap beer on tap, along with munchies, and what-have-you.

There's a lot of stumbling about in the stage version - the whole experience is not unlike a theatrical train wreck - with all the guys nearly ending up in an orgy of limbs in a jumble on the hard floor.

According to production notes from a couple of staged performances, the play "features copious amounts of fake blood, extended fight choreography, and an indoor monsoon."

For this reason, the savvy theatre buff usually springs for the brown sack offered up by the show's producers as a "Survival Kit" for $1 at the point of entry.

The lively action scenes - when choreographed by a competent director at the helm - are worth the price of admission.

In fact, in equity-waiver theatres, theater-goers often get caught up in the heavy-breathing, cross fire, and flying shrapnel.

The fighting sequences to date in most productions, have been long and drawn out, but no one's complained as of yet.

I mean, you want full value for the $20 admission fee, don't 'ya?

On occasion, ubiquitous cameras have captured all the magical moments on celluloid.

So, I expect there will be an on-line reality show, or a scintillating webbie TV offering in the near future.

"Point Break LIVE" has been described as an "obnoxious foray" into the ridiculous and a "perverse voyeuristic pleasure" that doesn't require much attention.

Some jarring moments on stage may snap you into a surreal kind of wake-up call at some juncture, though.

"The worse it gets, the better it gets. Sensationally idiotic," noted a delighted Seattle P-I Theatre critic.

You don't even need to have seen the movie "Point Break" to feel like an insider.

You do need to appreciate the brilliance of Keanu-isms, though.

Run the film - SPEED - a couple of times to get in the mood, if possible.

In the Los Angeles production, Agent Harp (played by Gary Busey in the film) was all jawbone, with a dash of spontaneous twitching thrown in for good measure, so they say.

Meanwhile, Bodhi (Swayze's character) had the surfer-zen persona down to a precise haiku poem.

Some swear it was the ribald gang of rag-tag homoerotic bank robbers who stole the show.

"Point Break" won a "Seattle P-I Best of Seattle 2004" award and has been garnering raves around the country.

To have courageously attended bestows on the theatre-goer a kind of theatrical chic.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Keanu Reeves...titter on Technorati stirs up fan base!

Leather-clad Keanu revs up hearts in the fast lane...


The other day when the news was announced that Charles Gibson was assigned the coveted task of interviewing VP hopeful, Sarah Palin, I penned a post tongue-in-check questioning whether the ABC newsie was capable of putting forth the hard-hitting questions necessary to pin down the former Ice Queen.

To spruce up the post a bit, I included a publicity still of Gibson interviewing actor, Keanu Reeves.

With a bit of wicked glee, I inputted a caption over the photo, which read:

"Charles Gibson probes Keanu Reeves on acting techniques"

Although I didn't make any negative comments about Keanu's acting ability per se - anyone familiar with the jibes of film critics over the years - would surely read between the lines.

Shortly after the post was fed to Technorati, fans were quick on the uptake!

One of the actor's die-hard supporters got to the point straight out.

"Say what you will (!) I am still going to see Keanu's new film."

The fan proceeded to post a clip of the actor's upcoming film scheduled for release in the near future.

Then, about twelve hundred bloggers jumped on the bandwagon, too.

Ah, such a sensitive cast of characters, eh?

Funny, that!


You see, I am a Keanu Reeves fan, as well!

In spite of it, I never permit my fandom to affect my discerning eye, though.

Let's face it, Keanu has turned in a handful of solid performances in surefire box-office hits over the years.

On the downside, a few turkeys have gobbled up the silver screen, too!

Probably the sensual star's best characterization to date - was that of the raunchy street hustler in "My Own Private Idaho" - in which he starred opposite teen idol River Phoenix.

No doubt, it was Gus Van Sant's direction at the helm, that elicited such a bang-on performance out of the teenage heart throb.

Keanu's "cool" looks and aloof persona also suited the Matrix franchise to a "T".

I kind-of liked the dude he played in the movie about the run-away bus, too.

And, although Point Break was never a critical success, it was a piece of mindless fluff that entertained, nonetheless.

In that action adventure heist film, Keanu played an undercover law enforcement officer, out to nab a criminal (Patrick Swayze) he befriended against the breathtaking backdrop of the California surfing scene.

It was in this particular feature that Keanu uttered his stilted rendition of the infamous line - "I'm an FBI Agent" - which ultimately - turned the unwitting ham into a show biz legend!

Like him or not, it's hard to ignore the endurance of the Reeves phenomenon.


Pensive intensity macho turn-on to fans...

Monday, September 8, 2008

Palin...Who's Sarah? Charlie Gibson to probe Ice Queen on ABC!

Gibson insightfully probes Reeves on acting techniques...


Shortly after McCain announced his pick for VP, the sh** hit the fan!

In fact - there was quite a furor on the Internet over the next few days - as a couple of scandals were uncovered and rivals reared their ugly heads - spilling the ice flows on the Vice Presidential hopeful's tawdry past.

Consequently - in the wake of the brouhaha - Sarah was quickly scuttled away from the prying eyes of the media (interviews with Larry King and others were squelched) and a protective (impenetrable) shield was erected around the top-heavy controversial candidate.

To many, it appeared that Palin's big "coming out" speech was carefully ghost-written to conjure up the images of a wholesome "hockey" mom, totally blemish-free.

Yup, Sarah's just one of a handful of regular folks, out to steadfastly pursue her civic duty.

But, the fact that her handlers were reticent about unleashing her to the media - without advisers and political coaches in tow - signalled trouble in Camelot.

Could Sarah be trusted to open her fat yap without destroying the stellar construct the republicans were rehabilitating for her to inhabit?

We'll know soon enough when Charles Gibson - at ABC News - interviews the elusive State Trooper-hater in just about a nano second.

Charles Gibson?

Is the aw-shucks good-guy newsie capable of crafting the kind of hard-hitting questions capable of wrestling the "goods" out of the effervescent gun-toting anti-abortionist charmer?

With that in mind, I've rustled up a handful of probing questions, sure to engender a quick reveal on the Palin mystique.

1. Are your ubiquitous specs for show or are you blind as a bat?
2. What does Caribou meat taste like in five native words or less?
3. Do you sleep in the buff?
4. What attracted you to Tom - personality, man tool, smarts?
5. Do you ever regret being uprooted to Icetown, USA?
6. Was son Tackle conceived on a fishing jaunt?
7. Your modus operandi in bed is self-control or out-of-control?
8. Where do you pack your pistol on the campaign trail?

I trust the answers will be forthcoming without need of a subpoena!


Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?

Friday, November 9, 2007

Point Break...adapted for stage; Los Angeles production!



The Theater must be desperate for material or craving for nostalgic reminisces of B-movie stars.

"Point Break" - the cult feature which starred Keanu Reeves as an undercover FBI agent - was recently adapted for the stage.

By all accounts, it was a bizarre offering for the boards.

The producers were billing - Point Break LIVE! - in quite a unique way.

"The absurdist stage adaptation of the 1992 Keanu Reeves/Patrick Swayze extreme-sports blockbuster which returns to its roots: Los Angeles, "bank robbery capital of the world," where "a lot has changed in the last 20 years - the air got dirty and the sex got clean."

The odd-ball production revives faded memories of Johnny Utah (Keanu Reeves); Bodhi, the surfing philosopher (Patrick Swayze); and a handful of bank robbers (like the one played over-the-top by Gary Busey).

"Point Break LIVE!" first opened in Seattle - but has had runs in New York City and Minneapolis - if you can fathom it.

The stage show is sort-of an up-close in-your-face personal theatrical experience.

The oddity here?

Each show an acting newbie is plucked from the audience to stumble on the playing field and inhabit the Reeves "Utah" role.

The casting director noted tongue-in-cheek that the process ensured an FBI character - not unlike Reeves - who'll be wooden, grasping for lines, and looking for all-the-world like a deer caught in the thunderous path of a two-ton truck!

Yeah, they wanted a slow-talking, self-conscious, dude who struts like he has a stick up his butt (or somethin' like that).

During the auditions, unlikely wannabes take a shot at the big time by executing jumpin' jacks, showing-off a little tight a**, and rendering a cold-reading - ah - very cold!

"Keanu's role requires a special kind of acting," explained one demanding director.

"Essentially, in every scene, the actor looks like he's just been dropped into a room with no idea about what's going on."

At each performance, it helps that acting novices get to read from cue cards!

Undoubtedly, this nifty approach, will be sure to capture the rawness of a Keanu performance (even thespians who think themselves generally incapable of acting).

One night, a handful of fans at a Los Angeles gig, swear that a 5'5 blond guy with glasses eerily perfected the Keanu accent, making the entire show a success.

A film buff, in queue at that once-in-a-life-time theatrical event, was inclined to wonder aloud later.

"How do they handle a Keanu that totally blows?"

In a nutshell, "Point Break" is a tale about a rookie FBI agent, hoping to break a bank robbery ring, who infiltrates a colony of surfers in Southern California.

Keanu's character (FBI Agent) first bonds with Bodhi (bank robber Patrick Swayze).

Bodhi - unaware of his partner's secret agenda to bust his butt - pines away for him, nonetheless.

In the movie edition - filmgoers guffawed at stilted, quotable, camp dialogue - very Stallone-esque in style.

Difficult thought-provoking lines like "Whoa" and "I am an FBI agent" are revived in the stage production to the glee of "Point Break" officiandos.

Because "POINT BREAK" is executed in serious frat-boy style, it makes sense that there is usually plenty of cheap beer on tap, along with munchies, and what-have-you.

There's a lot of stumbling about in the stage version - the whole experience is not unlike a theatrical train wreck - with all the guys nearly ending up in an orgy of limbs in a jumble on the hard floor.

According to production notes from a couple of staged performances, the play "features copious amounts of fake blood, extended fight choreography, and an indoor monsoon."

For this reason, the savvy theatre buff usually springs for the brown sac offered up by the show's producers as a "Survival Kit" for $1 at the point of entry.

The lively action scenes - when choreographed by a competent director at the helm - are worth the price of admission.

In fact, in equity-waiver theatres, theater-goers often get caught up in the heavy-breathing, cross fire, flying shrapnel, and what-have-you.

The fighting sequences to date in most productions, have been long and drawn out, but no one's complained as of yet.

I mean, you want full value for the $20 admission fee, don't 'ya?

On occasion, ubiquitous cameras have captured all the magical moments on celluloid.

So, I expect there will be an on-line reality show - or webbie TV offering - in the near future.

"Point Break LIVE" has been described as an "obnoxious foray" into the ridiculous and a "perverse voyeuristic pleasure" that doesn't require much attention.

Some jarring moments on stage may snap you into a surreal kind of wake-up call at some juncture, though.

"The worse it gets, the better it gets. Sensationally idiotic," noted a delighted Seattle P-I Theatre critic.

You don't even need to have seen the movie "Point Break" to feel like an insider.

You do need to appreciate the brilliance of Keanu-isms, though.

Run the film - SPEED - a couple of times to get in the mood, if possible.

In the Los Angeles production, Agent Harp (played by Gary Busey in the film) was all jawbone, with a dash of spontaneous twitching thrown in for good measure, so they say.

Meanwhile, Bodhi (Swayze's character) had the surfer-zen persona down to a precise haiku poem.

Some swear it was the ribald gang of rag-tag homoerotic bank robbers who stole the show.

"Point Break" won a "Seattle P-I Best of Seattle 2004" award and has been garnering raves around the country.

To have courageously attended bestows on the theatre-goer a kind of theatrical chic.



Friday, September 7, 2007

50,000 beds...intriguing Art Exhibit


Of course, a handful of Hotel rooms have become landmarks because some debauched rock star once trashed the place.
Others have piqued public curiosity because of a mysterious guest.

And, there are those shady out-of-the-way Inns that anonymous couples seek out, where they can engage in a secret tryst far from the prying eyes of nannies, private dicks, and the like.

Who can forget the tawdry scene in LA Confidential when actor Danny DeVito's character busts in on an unsuspecting couple to snap photos for a trashy tabloid rag?

Many celebrities lodge at the Chateau Marmount or the low-key Sunset Marquis where privacy is key.

Keanu Reeves was known to have foregone on his own digs in his youth for a suite at a local hostelry while his personal effects remained locked safely in storage.

Meanwhile, Warren Beatty probably had the fanciest bachelor pad in Tinsel town in the Penthouse at the Beverly Wilshire in his wild tomcat days.

But, of course, reputable Hotel chains fulfill a purpose for a handful of others: businessmen on the road, flight attendants on lay-overs, and the tourist trade.

In a bold-faced effort to shed some light on the mysterious goings-on in Hotel Rooms around the Nation, a group of conceptual artists fathomed up a gallery exhibit - "50,000 beds" - which shed an insightful light on the Hotel "culture".

The stand out show was a collaborative effort involving 45 artists, 30 Connecticut Hotels, and a handful of the State's Art Institutions (the Aldrich Contemporary Art Museum in Ridgefield, Real Art Ways in Hartford, and Artspace in New Haven).

Artist Chris Doyle shipped off artists to the participating Hotels, Motels and Inns, with the provisio that they shoot a short video during a single night's stay.

Doyle is a Brooklyn artist who has been making Hotel videos for years.

Three exhibitions were divided into 15 videos spaces apiece with a display structure for each.

With the aid of series of - ramps, translucent scrims, projection screens, flat screen monitors, and the occasional bed - the structures allowed viewers to move through the installations at their own pace along a path from the nightmarish to the comic, the sexy to the fetishistic, and to just plain weird.

Doyle claims he had no real expectations and didn't doctor the results.

Some artists focused on the physical elements of the rooms, while others took their rooms as an inspiration.

Erika Van Natta, for instance, created eye-catching photos for a fictional brochure for her designated hotel.

In addition to documenting details like door jambs, telephone keys, and bathroom faucets - visionary artist Marina Zurkow - included animations of human and animal figures cavorting to the "Blue Danube waltz".

"I wanted to deal with the fantasy of left-over dreams and the detritus of other people who had inhabited the space," she explained ruefully.

"So, I just followed my instinct which was to strip down to my underwear and set up my tripod."

Laurel Nakadate is known for her provocative hotel-room videos in which she has confronted strange men in chance encounters.

In her perversely funny - "Beds" - video she appeared on the balcony outside her suite's glass doors and falshed her panties at a fully-dressed man who was conducting her actions to the strains of a pop tune.

"You don't have to say you love me by Dusty Springfield," the artist giggled.

She alleges it could happen.

Gee, maybe I need to look beyond the Hampton Suites for my own accommodation in the future.

The world is passing me by, no doubt.

Mr. Doyle was concerned that maintenance help that clean the rooms might be overlooked; so, a couple of the featured videos address the staff exclusively.

Andy Warhol was known to have said, "Art is what you can get away with".

But, Benjamin Constant took another stance.

"Art for art's sake, with no purpose, for any purpose perverts art. But, art achieves a purpose which is not its own."

In this instant case, which is true?

For more information: www.50000beds.net

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Fame...quote!


A celebrity is one who works hard all his life to become well known
Then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized...

Fred Allen
 
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