I am trying something with the title of this blog post that I see happening more and more on Social Media. It’s the practice where I say something outlandish while harboring no real intention of providing what the title suggests. For instance, my title would suggest that I am starting out the New Year (a little late, I’ll admit) by blogging every day for 100 days. The truth is, I have no intention of doing that. First of all, there is no way in Hades I would blog on a Saturday and I simply have no time or desire to blog on a Sunday. And who would read blog posts from those two days anyway? No one, least of all the 16 tried and true loyal readers of this blog. You know who you are and you know full well you wouldn’t read blog posts posted on the weekend.
Furthermore, I am not going to post something every single weekday either. It just isn’t realistic and again, who would want to read that much blather from me anyway? Again, no one.
But the reason for the title is this. I used to blog regularly. I would generally get out one post a week. And I really enjoyed it. Unfortunately, during 2014, I slipped and hardly posted at all. I didn’t make it a priority and as a result, I posted exactly twice in the last six months of the year. I want to do better than that.
Furthermore, I have had several ideas fluttering around in my brain and I need to get them out. So the point behind the title is to challenge myself to blog more in 2015 and get back in the practice of doing it regularly. If any readers decide to get back on the train and come along for the journey, GREAT! If not, oh well.
So let’s begin with the first topic of the New Year, which is…MAN, most of the movies coming out these days SUCK!!!!
Over the weekend, my wife and I got away to Tucson to celebrate our anniversary. While there, we went out and caught the final Hobbit movie. Admittedly, I have enjoyed the Lord of the Rings movies, and to a lesser extent, the Hobbit movies. I think they are very well made and do justice (if not hold entirely) to the source material. However, before the movie began we were treated to six, count them six, trailers for coming attractions. Of the six, all but one featured a scenario along the lines of: the world is in grave danger (will be in grave danger, has been in grave danger or is contemplating the idea of being in great danger) and will be destroyed (is currently being destroyed, or has been destroyed but we can somehow go back and save it, etc., etc., etc.)unless a reluctant hero (or heroes) steps up and, in the wake of a massive amount of property destruction and human death, saves what is left of planet earth even though by the time he/she/they are done, no one on earth would want to live on it anymore. It was frankly, very depressing.
On the other hand, we were fortunately not treated to previews of upcoming comedies. You see, when it comes to comedies these days, unless you have found the newest and most potent way to induce vomiting or have over 1,000 jokes that are not even remotely funny but mention human genitalia, bodily waste or some combination of the two, your comedy isn’t getting made. Also depressing.
Finally, we get the award contenders at the end of each year which tend to put all their effort into just being depressing in the most traditional sense.
Which is why I would say the best picture of the year in 2014 was a movie that won’t get listed among the greats or among the biggest money makers, but for my taste was just about perfect. My favorite movie of the year was The Hundred Foot Journey.
It was amazing. There was one death, but we didn’t have to watch it happen in all its gory detail. There was a hint of a sexual liaison, but in truth, the two individuals involved could just have easily been making out like an engaged Mormon couple. We’ll never know. And I am totally fine with that. There was contention, there was racism, there was romance and there was redemption. But most of all, there was heart.
Helen Mirren was amazing. Much better than her turn in Red 2. But then, what wasn’t better than Red 2. Om Puri, the man who played the Indian family’s patriarch, was a joy to watch every time he happened onto the screen. And most of all, Manish Dayal was fabulous. The perfect balance of self-assurance and humility.
Sadly, I don’t have a vote in the Academy or the Hollywood Foreign Press, and so my opinion will remain here with me in my little rural corner of Arizona. But here’s hoping that Hollywood somehow continues to turn out movies like this one (or The Help, or 42, or Pride and Prejudice) every once in a while amidst the raunchfests and Marvelized worlds that seem to be sucking the very soul out of today’s mainstream Cineplexes. I mean, someday, history is going to judge us as a society based on our art. Wouldn’t we rather they judge us on The Hundred Foot Journey than, I don’t know, take your pick. It’s sad, but there are far too many to choose from.