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Here's hoping you had a perfect Yuletide celebration yesterday, them Stockahz whats acknowledge and raise the huzzah over the 25th of December. The weather was mild, the trains ran on time, and I got a handcrafted Xmas tree ornament from my Godson. So points to this guy here.
As the season doesn't slow a knot until Bebeh '15 soils his first diaper, and as I have a calendar and podcast to prep, I'm taking advantage of this holiday weekend to once more bulk-brag of the rep circuit's doings. Are ya ready, Knucklehedz?
How powerful the word and time of year called Christmas. How potent the notion still, whether of savior or pagan pageant or excuse to indulge. How primal. How motivational. How, in some cases, transformative. How often we extend our generosity at this moment on the calendar, how often we reverse our philosophies, a full 180 degrees in some instances. How often we forgive, and in an abundance of cases so rightly so.
Please forgive my brevity with this week's headres, but Xmas be comin' and them geese be hungry. I'm sure you all would rather last-minute shop/holiday meet-up/beg Santa for forgiveness anyways,so let's all just get to it shall we? Can I get a Ho Ho Ho?
So yeah, it's below freezing in our fair metropolis. I can fully attest to this fact not merely by checking my Weather Channel app, but after having trundled forth in this air so frigid molecular activity has itself given a second thought before proceeeding. Professor DeGrasse Tyson will back me up on the science of that last statement. In any event, header be damned, let's get to the day's doings.
I'm confused, as I always get around this time of year. Is today the 5th day of Christmas? Is the 12th day Christmas Day itself or is it the day after? Who decided anyway there'd only be twleve days when there's 25 all told? Did this happen during WW2 rationing? Why aren't there 31 days of Christmas? Why must there be more than 2 days, Eve and Day? And who exactly starting this whole gifting of hens-a-layin', pipers piping and golden rings jazz anyway?!?! Macy's?!? GIMBELS?!?! MASTERCARD?!?!?
Ahem. As I said, confused. Now back to the rep circuit.
As despicable I find this whole backing-down by SONY over some hacker threats, whch yesterday found the global corporation publically decide to pull a potentially money-printing Christmas release, I must say it gives me some ideas regarding the Robert Altman retrospetive at MoMA. As well as any upcoming career tribs to Brian de Palma, Lars von Trier, and Michael Bay. No need to alert the FBI, I'm just enjoying the daydream.
I'm really starting to resent the 15th of the month, but not nearly enough as I do its extended family, today represented by the 17th. How dare you arrive so unexpectedly, so inconsiderately, so unwelcomed. I'll give you one day, good sir/madam, and then I must send you on your way to make room for a new tenant. I'm sure he or she will be more of a 3rd or 4th of the month type. I just know it.
Manhattan's IFC Center finds itself in the deep end of a glorious celebration of cellulose-based cinema, cryptically entitled Celluloid Dreams. The connection puzzles.
Tonight they host King Vidor's seminal silent masterwork THE CROWD, selected and hosted by critic/historian/author Farran Smith Nehme. Last month IFC hosted a 35mm screening of a 70's cult classic, Joan Micklin Silver's CHILLY SCENES OF WINTER, which found itself accompanied not only by the filmmaker herself, but also star Mary Beth Hurt and producer/cameo-thief Griffin Dunne. A partial transcript follows:
You better watch out, cry, and shout for help today at the top of your lungs. SantaCon is coming to town. It'll most likely be sleepng on a barstool, but it'll definitely see you when it's awake. It'll be bad and no damn good. So head to a repertory film venue today. For goodness' sake.