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Walk Cheerfully, (Yasujiro Ozu, 1930)

I'm a huge fan of Ozu, as I suspect all true film lovers are. Yesterday I saw one of his early silent films, Walk Cheerfully. I didn't realize that it was silent until I started watching, although the  year made it likely. I'm used to those classic Ozu films from his golden age, based on quiet family dramas and the struggle between the traditional and the modern. His earlier films tend to be comedies, or at least have more of a comedic air, or deal with crime, or at least aspects of crime. Walk Cheerfully centers on two friends and small time crooks, Kenji (or Ken the Knife) and Senko. Kenji meets a nice girl and tries to go straight, which proves to be a challenge. Ozu includes this fascinating synchronized movement from the characters, especially the crooks, which gets at the pull of the group. I was most drawn to the intense, beautiful, and at time almost homoerotic friendship between Kenji and Senko. If you're a fan of Ozu you should definitely check out this film and some of his other early efforts, which will give you a more complete sense of the master. 

Yet Another Birthday

 And yet another birthday, and year, has flown past. Yesterday was a lovely day, despite my growing aversion to birthdays. Janet took gave me some lovely presents (my last remaining CFL jersey, two books on the CFL, and, best of all, a beautiful poem she wrote for me) and took me out to eat at Sarducci's (which was, as always, excellent). Along the way there was the usual couple hundred birthday wishes that made there way to me through various modes of social media from around the world. It's lovely to be remembered, all while I do my level best to be forgotten.

Seriously, that guy must be a thousand years old (which is essentially 66 rounded up).

Janet, blissfully, enjoying her affogato. 

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Simple Men, (Hal Hartley, 1992)

I have this suspicion that I probably re-watch Hal Hartley's Simple Men, the final film in the Long Island trilogy, on every birthday. Certainly, I would never argue that it's one of the best five movies every made, but it is doubtless securely positioned in my top five favorite movies of all time. To me, it's Hartley's best, although there are many of his other films that I love. We just need to remember: "There's no such thing as adventure. There's no such thing as romance. There's only trouble and desire." I used to propose that one of my mythical cinematic/literary relationship/locations was to help Kate run Homer's Oyster Bar and plant trees - essentially, I think that's where I've ended up. I cannot recommend this movie too highly. 

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Barbary Coast, (Howard Hawks, 1935)

I got an early start for my birthday morning by watching Howard Hawks's 1935 film Barbary Coast. It starred Miriam Hopkins, Edward G. Robinson, Joel McCrea, and Walter Brennen. There was no great logic to this particular selection. Mainly, I'm still feeding off of the Criterion Channel's Howard Hawks collection. It's OK, and how could you ever go wrong with a Howard Hawks movie? I didn't know that Howard Hawks was born in Goshen, Indiana, although, like most Hoosiers who amounted to anything, he bolted pretty quickly.

Oh, and apropos of nothing, I just finished a re-read (for the first time in almost fifty years) of Booth Tarkinton's (a Hoosier who never left the state) The Magnificent Ambersons. What a great novel. It's so odd to think that Tarkinton won the Pulitzer twice (one of only four writers to do so) but is essentially forgotten today. If not for the Indiana connection I guess I wouldn't remember him either, which is a pity because he was a truly great writer.

La Befana

 La Befana snuck over from Italy to surprise Janet with presents yesterday. That witch is such a scoundrel, but she's obviously dedicated to her job of providing presents for all boys and girls.

La Befana is the Christmas witch - or just an old woman - who flies on her broom to give presents to boys and girls in Italy on Epiphany (6 January), which marks the official end of the holiday season. You get a couple smaller personal gifts on Christmas, but more tend to show up on Epiphany, along with a hearty Buona Befana!  She looks very comfortable on our Christmas tree, but she'll be packing up to head to Sicily soon.

Boys in Toronto

 Andy sent this picture along the other day, which was a very pleasant surprise. It's Kevin, Andy, and I in Toronto on our truly excellent Hamilton Tiger-Cats and Toronto Argonauts doubleheader from a couple years ago. We (that is, mainly, Kevin) had mastered the Toronto mass transit system, and thus getting to the Argonauts game was a lot easier than my last traffic-stalled visit to the stadium.

It's really difficult to express how joyous that trip was, although the looks on our faces might give you some indication. Getting away with such great friends is such an extraordinary gift. As I get older, and, well, I'm already like a thousand year old, I appreciate these adventures more and more.

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Taste of Cherry (Abbas Kiarostami, 1996)

One of the things that's great about teaching - or writing - is that it keeps your brain working because you're always forced (encouraged) to go into new areas of thought. I think this was why I was always so worried about retiring, because my brain would turn to mush very quickly. My growing interest in writing has somewhat lessened that fear, that and the reality of being in pain every day has made me be more honest with myself. Anyway, I guess this is an intro into the movie I finished this morning: Abbas Kiarostami's film Taste of Cherry. It was probably only six or eight months ago that I watched it previously, but I was thinking that it might be a good fit for my Fascism class (I'm being fairly flexible in my use of the word, although we'll be doing out best to reach a cleaner definition, and focusing more generally on authoritarianism). My goal for the second half of the class is to finish with three Czechoslovakian New Wave films and three Iranian films, with Taste of Cherry being the last movie in the regular semester. By then I'm hoping that their understanding of film and authoritarianism will be subtle enough to allow them to delve into this complex film. Apparently Roger Ebert gave Taste of Cherry one out of four stars, and it made his list of most hated movies. It makes you wonder how he ever fabricated a career as a successful film critic because his take on this film is so woefully misguided (and trying to avoid the word moronic: he described it as boring, which is a criticism worthy of my students). It's an extraordinary film - and is highly recommended.