Doubt

When steadfast certainty collides with unrepentant righteousness, a doubt is born. And in the hands of a skilled author, such conflict makes for one hell of a film. John Patrick Shanley has exploited this situation–and done it beyond compare–for a his magnum opus, Doubt. The plot is elegant, yet simple.

An old guard nun perceives a transgression by an up and coming priest involving one a middle school students under her supervision. When she questions the priest, the sparks fly.

Had any other actors besides Meryl Streep and Phillip Seymour Hoffman attempted this material, it would have been larceny. God bless them both for A-plus performances. Believable and credible, Meryl and Phillip deliver the goods.

More impressive than the acting, the movie transcends the usual snares that derail play adaptations. Namely a key plot point that sets the story in motion occurs off-stage, “before” the story. Often the genesis–when it is revealed–proves more interesting than anything in the production, which is why I dislike most plays. Good casting and direction often compensates for such mangling of plot; however this is generally a distraction, clever though it may be.

There is no such ruse at work in Doubt. It delivers the goods, scene after scene.

What works about Doubt:

1) Cast. Hoffman deserves an Oscar and a Golden Globe.

2) Direction. Kudos for making something that appears on the surface religious, so secular and universal.

3) Texture. Lots of little subtleties develop and demonstrate character.

What to keep in mind:

1) Like a play, there are less scenes than in a typical movie. At the same, those scenes trend on the longish side.

Verdict: Theater full-price. Buy the DVD. Oscars all around.

Bucket List 2008 Review

Before reviewing the 2008 resolutions, it’s time to check in with the bucket list–the things I want to accomplish before kicking the . . . ahem . . . bucket.

The original list originally appeared on January 15, 2008.

Further revisions and additions appeared March 4, 2008.

Of the twenty-seven intentions, of which I estimated a decade or more for completion, there was progress on four items in the first year.

5) Write five novels. One in the can. In the middle of a second.

12) Become proficient in Krav Maga. Began studying in March 2008. Switched to a private instructor in late July. Though proficiency will take years more, some of the basic flow and movements are sinking in for me. A very long journey remains.

23) Complete Six hour ATV tour of the Mojave Desert. Done March 2008. Exceeded 50 mph over the flats. Fuuuuuuuuuuun.

26) Bet 100 bucks on outside box black at Ceaser’s Palace in Vegas. Done March 2008. Gambling has never been my thing 😉

Warm winter nap

A cruel nor’Easter slammed Central New Jersey early today, and tonight I’m entrenched alongside the girlfriend and her two cats, Abra and Mooshy at an undisclosed location. Over pizza, we watched a bunch of DVD’s and plotted a weekend of criminality. If only we could dig out past the front door . . .

School is on winter recess. Amen. On a related note, my associate and I began disseminating a new series of random email signatures when informing the community or individuals about technology on campus.

Maxims in circulation:

” . . . Please pick up your laptop in the tech office, we need room for our nunchuks . . “

” . . . Generally speaking, a mouse is not a foot controller . . .”

” . . . Pedro offers you his protection. And so does the Tech Office . . . “

Savvy readers might note the heavy Napoleon Dynamite influence. Or not.

Oh, did I mention someone got a sparkly manicure in the middle of the snow storm?

Quite

On Sunday, the local Bassett club unleashed 25 hounds on campus, which is an annual tradition. Well, 25 hounds and this little guy. He kept losing the . . . ahem . . . scent.

Before the hunt

On the scent

A gaggle of bassets

Also this weekend, met with the film editor before he left for Puerto Vallarta. The long touted media project is almost done, as Steve is putting the final audio tweaks–and a few visual ones–in place. Hard to believe the collaboration stretches back to August. His wife is about three seconds from killing me because of the amount of his weekends and evenings I have monopolized these past few months, but I think in part she believes his efforts are for a greater good; thus I might live another day to celebrate his toil. Hopefully that’s her logic.

So perhaps the horse head outside my office was left by a student.

Well, by the time Steve returns Stateside, three of the four pieces of the marketing strategy will be complete. I’m dedicating January to the final leg. On Wednesday February 13, 2009, everything will make sense.

And I’ll be a year older.