JUST BECAUSE A MIXED MOVIE QUOTE IS RICH, DOESN’T MEAN IT CAN’T BE TRASHY

House of Gucci is thoroughly enjoyable. By turns trashy, high camp, and deadly serious, it disguises the diminishing of Ridley Scott’s directorial powers by the sheer power of the performances*: Adam Driver and Lady Gaga are stunningly good, Al Pacino revels in remembering how to adjust his volume knob, and even Jared Leto’s hammy pretensions are framed perfectly to allow us to disdain a character that deserves our disdain.

So, in the interests of maintaining that heady mix of po-faced trashiness that makes it so enjoyable, a Mixed Movie Quote that aims for the same territory.


*The only possible exception to this is Jeremy Irons, who — while actually delivering a solid performance — seems determined to ignore everything bar the chance to turn into James Mason once again……

AGENT: In this role, you’ll be playing a German.
IRONS: (English accent)
AGENT: This one’s an American who styles himself after an Ancient Greek.
IRONS: (English accent)
AGENT: (Reading House of Gucci offer) Italian?
IRONS: (ENGLISH! ACCENT!)

FROM THE ‘THIS IS WHY WE READ’ DEPARTMENT…

My first book for the year is The Sale of the Late King’s Goods, a discussion of the history of Charles I’s art collection by Jerry Brotton, which fits nicely into my lifelong fascination with the Tudor, Jacobean, and Caroline eras.

But among all the Titians and Van Dycks and Rubens’, the piece I have become most enamoured by is a work described by Brotton as “rather grotesque”, (although it was, apparently, a personal favourite of Ol’ No Head), Giulio Romano’s A Mermaid Feeding Her Young.

I have never seen it before, nor been aware of Romano. I really do like it an enormous deal. And now I have a new artist to study.

Happy ๐Ÿ™‚

Grotesque? I say glorious.

LIKE AN OLD FRIEND

This is a page from one of my favourite single issues of a comic book ever written: X-Factor #87, way back when I was collecting pamphlets in the 90s. After a series of tough battles, the team is sent to see a therapist. The issue is just that: each member of the team talking to that therapist, and in doing so, revealing the heartache, stress, and general trauma they carry every single day.

I’ve talked about this particular monologue so often, to friends, peers, students — sometimes to explain my own feelings of isolation, sometimes to help ameliorate theirs, sometimes for purely technical writing reasons. If nothing else, it is one of the most elegant and pure pieces of character building I’ve ever seen. But I hadn’t seen the page itself for years, until someone posted it on a page I belong to.

It’s nice to see it again.

Like an old friend.

2021 YEAR IN REVIEW: THE LITTLE YEAR THAT COULDN’T, AND DIDN’T.

We all thought it would be better, didn’t we?

And okay, in many ways it was, but let’s be honest: 2021 was as difficult as 2020 had been before it, and in just as many ways was worse, because it was just like 2020 but this time we bloody well knew what was going to happen, and then we had to watch as all those fuckwits went ahead and did it anyway.

On the personal front, well, yeah. Things weren’t easy. But Big Decisions ™ were made, and Some Plans (pat. pend.) were begun, and this time next year I’ll have nothing but amazing successes and happinesses to report. Right?

Right?

Soooooooo…… anyway. 2021. Year in Review. Let’s do that.

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THUMBNAIL THURSDAY SAYS THE REPORTS OF MY DEMISE ARE GREATLY… MODERATELY… POSSIBLY… EXAGGERATED. MAYBE.

Yeah, so 2021 was a pretty bleh year in all the ways, including blogging at this here blog. I’m going to try to make 2022 a more active, proactive, and positive year in as many ways as I can, including getting behind the keyboard– that includes both writing and blogging.

Popular wisdom among the teaching fraternity is that the first two to three years are the toughest, because you’re still learning all the practical habits of the trade while having to sort through the reams of available resources to find the ones that work for your teaching style. I’ve done my three years. Hopefully its true. Either way, I need more than just that particular way of meeting rent to give my life some joy and fulfillment. When in doubt, go back to first principles, and first principles say: I’m an author. I’m an artist. I’m a rock and roll tyrannosaurus sex god from the planet Yeeha. Let’s start with those simple truths and see where I can go from there.

To whit, the first thumbnail of the final year of Thumbnail Thursday. How prophetic, how timely, how okay, yeah, for once I chose this one instead of letting the random number generator do the job. Sue me.

Here’s to a better 2022, everyone, no matter where you are.