Archive for July, 2007

& Judy

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

I sculpted a second puppet head today: Judy, the wife of Punch. I haven’t painted Punch yet, but I’ll do so tomorrow and also start work on a third puppet head. I haven’t decided yet whether it will be another Punch & Judy character or a new version of one of the characters from my Harry Potter puppet show.

I’ve been thinking about other effects I’d like to add to the puppet shows, particularly any involving magic. Colored lights and strobe lights could be very useful whenever a character casts a spell. It would be dramatic, unexpected, and easily managed. So, now I’m adding lights to my shopping list of necessary equipment.

The Inaugural Punch

Friday, July 27th, 2007

I sculpted a new puppet head today. It was my first effort to capture the likeness of the (in)famous Mr. Punch. It was rather laborious, as I have discovered the more exaggerated puppets tend to be, but a protagonist as important and ubiquitous as Mr. Punch deserves the investment of time and effort. Tomorrow, I shall paint him, but the costuming will have to wait until I can find the material, acquire a sewing machine, and learn how to sew (or persuade someone to do it for me). Hm… Photographs may be in order.

I have also been contemplating improvements on the puppet stage. The first will be to increase the height. Currently, my puppet stage measures 3 feet wide, 3 feet deep, and 6 feet tall. The stage window is 4 feet off the ground. The backdrop is a translucent black fabric that allows the puppeteer to stand behind it and see out (somewhat) without being seen. The slight advantage this affords is negated by two disadvantages: the puppets are not visible at a greater distance; and the puppeteer’s movements are more restricted. By raising the stage window by just 2 or 3 feet, more people can see the puppets at a greater distance and I can give the puppets much greater freedom of movement. Och, and a third advantage is that I could use various opaque backdrops as scenery, since they will be overhead and out of the way instead of in front of my face.

Other stage improvements include replacing the small tables with a legitimate rack for hanging props and puppets; making a proscenium; making a stage board; acquiring the appropriate fabric for a traditional Punch & Judy puppet stage (and, once found, discovering an ingenious way to modify it for rapid set-up and take-down, perhaps something along the lines of the shower curtain principle).

And if there is one thing I have learned from the performance on the 20th of July, it is this: bring your own sound system. Of course, I have no sound system, so it would be a hard rule to obey at the moment. I’ll have to buy one eventually, however, if only to have an emergency backup. (Incidentally, we were able to find someone who had a karaoke machine at the last minute, but I never want to come that close to being forced to cancel due to technical reasons again.)

Meanwhile, my brother and I are making puppets again, and I am thinking about new puppet plays to write. ‘Tis great fun.

“That’s the way to do it!” — Mr. Punch

Cat-Women of the Moon Semi-Reviewed

Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

Cat-Women of the Moon (1953) achieves a level of ineptitude that places it squarely within the province of MST3K mockery, for which it is eminently suited. I’ll not bother to dissect this movie, (a task that has been well accomplished by the review posted on The Invisible Sc-Fi ’50s Page). I’ll simply add my observation that the use to which 3-D was put in this movie was about as effective as, no, less effective than a 3-D rendering of 12 Angry Men. Let us marvel at a man looking with concern at his wristwatch… in 3-D! We are astounded by a close-up of the watch… in 3-D! (It gets better.) Look! A shadow on a flat, featureless wallin 3-D!

In the version I saw (a VHS tape released by Rhino), the 3-D scenes were not only oddly selected, but they were oddly rendered, too. Actors invariably had two sets of eyes and two sets of mouths, and nothing so much leapt out at the viewer as appeared blurry and headache-inducing.

My favorite part of the movie (yes, there is a favorite part) is the scene where crewman Doug Smith is getting to know Cat-woman Lambda a little better:

SMITH: Or on Saturday nights you can go out on the town. Dance, drink, just laughing too hard.
LAMBDA: I’d like the driving down to the beach best. Stretching out on the sand… Just a boy and a girl together… and… and maybe what you call a… a Coke.
SMITH: You would? That’s what I like best, too. With the right girl, of course.

Yes, sounds like perfectly plausible first contact dialogue to me. Cat-Women of the Moon has all the right bad acting, bad writing, bad directing, and hilariously bad special effects to make a first rate MST3K experiment. I don’t know if it was ever used, but if it wasn’t, it’s a crime. At any rate, it ought to meet anyone’s needs… if one’s needs consist of a truly horrible movie ripe for mocking.

Overall Rating: Terrible
Mockery Potential: Superb

What Sport Art Thou?

Wednesday, July 18th, 2007

Hypothetical (admittedly pointless) question: If you were a sport, that is to say, if you were spiritually/psychologically embodied by a sport — not necessarily the sport you enjoy the most or excel at (this is more of a semi-metaphysical question) — what sport would you be? Feel free to answer here or here (Mr. Cooper’s Journal).

My answer: Ice hockey. And surfing.

On 17 July

Tuesday, July 17th, 2007

This is a list of some of the birthdays, deaths, and events that occurred on 17 July through the ages.

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Godzilla, Rodan, Mothra, Ghidorah, Coffee

Monday, July 16th, 2007

Good heavens.
Ghidorah is coming.*

On Sunday I watched Ghidorah: The Three-Headed Monster (1964) for the first time since I was a wee lad, this time in Japanese with subtitles instead of English dubbing. I’ll need to check the American version to see if the scene or the dialogue were deleted or altered when it was released in the States, but I was very amused by the scene in the coffeehouse. The most expensive coffee in the world is Jamaica Blue Mountain, and almost all of it is exported to Japan. So what do you suppose the plainclothes police officer orders? Blue Mountain. What does his sister the television journalist order? Blue Mountain. When the scientist that brother thinks sister is dating arrives, what does he order? Blue Mountain. And it’s no joke of the translators, either, because the Japanese call Blue Mountain coffee — wait for it — “Blue Mountain.”

Someday I need to try it. Perhaps I will discover it is the only coffee grown in the Western Hemisphere I can tolerate. Or perhaps not.

Ghidorah sports some of the most amusing daikaiju combat scenes ever filmed, too… with monster dialogue!

*Some of the amusing subtitles from Ghidorah: The Three-Headed Monster.

Areas in Need of Improvement

Friday, July 13th, 2007

WordPress is a great, but I have two issues with it:

  1. It ought to have a simple human verification widget whereby the person commenting must enter an alpha-numeric code that is invisible to nonhumans such as bots. That way I could allow people to post comments without moderating them first to ensure it isn’t actually spam (which is what almost all of the “comments” that enter my To Be Moderated file are).
  2. It ought to leave HTML tags exactly as they are coded and not revert them to something else every time one goes back to edit a post. Those of us with finicky WordPress templates must then change all the offending tags back to their original state lest the appearance of our Web log become dramatically altered.

Otherwise, I love WordPress.

Coffee Reflections

Thursday, July 12th, 2007

Despite not being able to sleep until 4:45 a.m. this morning, I arose today at 10:15 a.m. after tossing and turning for about an hour or two, and I have just now made a pot of fresh coffee. Having used only bottled spring water for my coffee-brewing for the past few weeks and developed a strong preference for it, I regret having to use tap water today instead. I am also using ground coffee instead of whole bean, which is also cause for regret, but at least it’s White Castle brand coffee. The time is coming soon when I’ll be forced to order my coffee from a distributor via the Internet or telephone, because my local sources are drying up. If I were in Portland I might not be having this problem, but it is useless to wallow in nostalgia. Did I just write that? Ouch, the irony.

The coffees I miss, to reprise (and slightly revise) my lamentations, include:

  • Celebes
  • Mocha Java
  • Sumatra Mandheling
  • Kenya AA
  • Ethiopian Yirgacheffe

I just discovered several distributors after conducting a brief search. Who is the patron saint of the Internet now? [A brief search ensues.] Thank Saint Isidore of Seville! He’s apparently a contender for the title.

[Time passes.]

Zarking fardwarks! What a bloody awful cup of coffee! That does it. I’m never brewing coffee with tap water again as long as live. Did it always taste that horrible, or am I suffering from amnesia? Zark. Out you go, foul pot of the Devil’s own brew. Down the drain with you. Now I’ll need to go to the grocery store.

Transformers Reviewed

Wednesday, July 11th, 2007

Transformers (2007) leaves me ambivalent. On the one hand, it is a live-action movie about giant robots, and I am partial to fictional robots, giant or otherwise. This is a movie I would be inclined to watch for absolutely no other reason than the sheer joy of seeing robots depicted on the screen. The fact that they are rendered so incredibly well is a bonus. The fact that there are some good human characters is also a bonus. The fact that there is some genuinely entertaining dialogue beyond a few action movie one-liners is a very pleasant bonus and certainly a surprising one. In short, the movie exceeded my expectations.

The fact that it exceeded some of my expectations does not mean that it exceeded them all. In a number of ways, it settled quite unambitiously at exactly the level of my expectations, which were not especially high. Special effects can be a wonderful thing when used in moderation. Even in a special effects extravaganza, which Transformers certainly is, it can sometimes be beneficial to withhold some of it from the audience. Tease them, appease them even, but never bore them. At the beginning of the movie, as with the trailers, my eyes were wide open to appreciate every glimpse of the robots in motion. Three-fourths of the way into the movie, however, I found myself wondering just how long this movie was supposed to be.

Special effects overdosing is not the only culprit. It is a common problem with many action movies that there comes a point when the action doesn’t seem so much like action as background noise. It becomes some sort of ambient annoyance like the distraction caused by a minor headache. Events may be rapidly rushing to a head and characters may be having their moments of truth, but by that point the pleasure of the movie is in the past, the imminent tying of loose ends is predictable and not especially interesting, and one finds oneself wishing the movie had ended a little earlier, preferably around the 90 minute mark. Not all good movies profit from being longer. Sometimes one of the best and most effective tricks in the book is the old adage, “Always leave them wanting more.” The original Star Wars was like that. Transformers could have been like that, too, and then I might have had a desire to see it more than once.

  • Writing: Fair (Good dialogue, but Mediocre otherwise)
  • Directing: Good
  • Acting: Good
  • Cinematography: Fair
  • Special Effects: Great

Overall Rating: Good

Temple of the Fox

Wednesday, July 11th, 2007

The current issue of Astronomy has an interesting article about the Temple of the Fox, which is being excavated in Peru. It is approximately 4200 years old and is the oldest observatory to have been found in the Western Hemisphere. It is aligned with the solstices, and also with the rising of a dark-cloud astronomical figure known as the Fox. I am very curious to know more about the civilization that built it. Does it even have a name? Apparently, it predates even the Olmecs, and was probably contemporaneous with whatever civilization built Stonehenge.