Nothing is more startling, and indeed horrifying, than the contrast between the perfect simplicity of Jesus in His relations with women,...His complete silence as to any special duties, frailties, mysteries, dangers, or dirt connected with their sex, and the self-consciousness and interminable chatter of His followers on the subject.
- Dorothy L. Sayers
Boris to Vicki: "Why do you want to dance?"
Vicki: "Why do you want to live?"
I've got one of many answers: because of movies like The Red Shoes (1948). This film took my breath away. There is only one word that seems to sum it up: glorious. Directed by Michael Powell and starring Moira Shearer in her first film, The Red Shoes is funny, colorful, impeccable, innovative, vibrant, passionate, witty, important, timeless, and everything I might hope for in a film. Definitely one of the best I have ever seen. Ok, you might think I'm exaggerating, but after it ended and went to the DVD menu I wanted hit play again immediately!
It poses a very interesting question that Rosanna Arquette used as the foundation of her film Searching for Debra Winger (2002): Why do women (more often than men) have to choose between their work/art and being married or raising a family? I think The Red Shoes is a great movie for parents to show to their daughters and sons to start a conversation about the domestic gender roles that persist in our culture. And to tell them that unlike Vicki Page, they do not have to make the tragic choice that she does between love/marriage/family and their life's work/passion/purpose.
It is strange but I guess not surprising that my two favorite ballet sequences ever set on the film were only released within four years of each other: Gershwin/Kelly/Caron/Minnelli and Easdale/Shearer/Helpmann/Powell. Now that I've just watched one, I have to watch the other!
Guess who wants a pair of red ballet shoes?
Sure, she's claimed to be God, but who hasn't :) ? I haven't seen Shirley in many movies, but I really love her role in the under-appreciated In Her Shoes. Maybe it's because she had someone else writing lines for her, but it's also possible she just mellowed out in old(er) age. But really I just wanted an excuse to post the above picture of her with her daughter. Makes you want to be a parent, doesn't it? Or settling for cutting your hair short.
I have watched/listened to this video of Stevie Nicks backstage singing before a concert maybe upwards of 16-18 times and counting. Not only does iTunes not have this version, it doesn't have any version at all! Life is SO hard. :)
I wish I had the guts to have flowy/bohemian/gypsy style like Stevie.
Henry II: You wouldn't let him do a thing like that.
Eleanor: Let him? I'd push him through the nursery door.
Eleanor: Don't fret. We'll wait until you're dead to do it.
Henry II: Eleanor, what do you want?
Eleanor: Just what you want, a king for a son. You can make more, I can't. You think I want to disappear? One son is all I've got, and you can blot him out and call me cruel? For these ten years you've lived with everything I've lost, and loved another woman through it all, and I am cruel? I could peel you like a pear and God himself would call it justice!"
From Daily Mail (emphasis mine):
"There is no mistaking the excitement on the four-year-old boy's face as he swims alongside a beluga whale many times his size.
And the whale seems to be enjoying the company, too.
The boy, named Yang Yang, will ride his playmate bareback to entertain the crowds between the sailing events at the 2008 Olympic Games in Beijing.
Yang Yang, who has been swimming since he was one, was chosen to swim with the five-year-old whale by staff at Qingdao Polar Ocean World in China's eastern Shandong Province."
Even if you hate Fleetwood Mac, you have to at least watch the end of this. The way she looks at him when she sings "Never get away..." CHA-HILLS runnin' up my spine, brother!"
Ringo Starr has a new album out called Liverpool 8, but of course the Rolling Stone interviewer asked him about Beatles stuff, as any warm-blooded being would:
Do you remember a particular Beatles session that was exceptionally difficult?
The worst session ever was "Maxwell's Silver Hammer." It was the worst track we ever had to record. It went on for fucking weeks. I thought it was mad.
What about the flip side?
One of my all-time favorites is "Yer Blues." We were just in an eight-foot room, with no separation, just doing what we do best: playing.
A few years back, Rolling Stone declared Sgt. Pepper the greatest album of all time. Agree?
No. I'd say the White Album. Or, in many ways, Revolver.
...It's been said that you rarely screwed up a Beatles take in the studio. What about live?
At a show in '64, in Indianapolis, I had taken too much medication, and I couldn't play...at any speed! Paul looked at me and went, "One, two, three, four!" and I went, "Ohhhh." I just couldn't manage it.
By medication, you mean a beer or two?
I mean anything I could get my hands on. Remember, I was the quiet one.
Whaaa? I thought George was the quiet one.
Thunder rumbles in the distance, a quiet intensity
I am willful, your insistence is tugging at the best of me
You're the moon, I'm the water
You're Mars, calling up Neptune's daughter
Sometimes rain that's needed falls
We float like two lovers in a painting by Chagall
All around is sky and blue town
Holding these flowers for a wedding gown
We live so high above the ground, satellites surround us.
I am humbled in this city
There seems to be an endless sea of people like us
Wakeful dreamers, I pass them on the sunlit streets
In our rooms filled with laughter
We make hope from every small disaster
Everybody says "you can't, you can't, you can't, don't try."
Still everybody says that if they had the chance they'd fly like we do.
Above is the photographer herself.