Not now, Kato!

A bizarre week leads into an even stranger weekend.

The manuscript progresses slowly for the right reasons, i.e. lots of book sales, late seventies Honda style quality assurance controls. What lives on the page is tight. At this point in the story, every scene ends with a cliffhanger. Finding the best moment for a cut away is almost as challenging as writing the entire chapter.

The Wife has some sweet pictures of her Honduras trip for sharing. As soon as everything is burned on CD’s, I’ll post a small, enticing selection. You too can experience the waters of Roatan without risking the sting of sea wasps.

Oh, signs of new life on TV abound.

Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Wallace and Gromit rule. There’s no point in concealing my bias on the subject; it’s inescapable.

The Curse of the Were-Rabbit reunites America’s favorite man and dog crime fighting team from England. Yep, lousy teeth and cheeky senses of humor. Ah, Britain. Like usual, Wallace, the madman inventor, lands them into trouble. Gromit, the unassuming hero and lovable canine, rescues the day.

Such is the formula that drove the classic shorts, and now pay handsome dividends as a full length feature film. The duo operates a pest control operation. They specialize in the humane removal of rabbits. As many customers have prize vegetables and rabbits enjoy sacking gardens, Wallace and Gromit are neighborhood heroes. Until – cue the ominous background music – a new invention goes awry, unleashing the were-rabbit.

Then the carnage begins. Can the team save the gardens before the last carrot disappears?

What works about this movie:
1) For clay based characters, the amount of movement and facial expressions is incredible. Also, the sets are major improvements over the salad days. Niceties like these give the film a polished look the shorts never had.
2) Gromit is the man! Err..I mean dog.
3) The simple premise works for 94 minutes.
4) Ralph Fiennes can do voices. Amazing.

Verdict: DVD purchase. That means less children cackling in the theater.

Truth, Justice and the Italian way

Not since their pact with Germany in World War II has Italy faced such dark times. Unlike the Nazis, the current standoff may end with even greater casualties. And it’s all for pizza. Oh, and lots of money.

Euro driven inflation has pushed the street price of pizza to an all time high. Costly enough that many natives have forsaken dining out and a cultural delight.

To quote Winston Churchill, “this is an indignity of which I will not put.” Pizza is a national treasure in most any country. Because the doughy, tomato sauce, cheese-y goodness is the only dish the Atkins plan offers no meaningful substitutes, I miss the dish with passion. Sorry, Doctor Bob. Eating the toppings off is a poor workaround.

But let us presume a lack of controlled carb crust does not bother the average Italian. That said, the decline of pizza an insidious problem. A world with expensive pizza is like a world where one needs a credit card to eat at McDonald’s. Wait a second, McDonald’s accepts credit cards.

Italy, you stand alone in this crisis.