Showing posts with label Baroque. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Baroque. Show all posts

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Movies, by Will Stanton


My taste in movies is somewhat eclectic, yet I do insist upon good quality in order for me to thoroughly enjoy them, rather than merely tolerate them. To me, good quality means intelligent thoughtfulness and experienced creativity in all aspects of film-making.  Among other criteria, the movie should have a theme that is worth watching and considering.  That usually means adult topics.  I will clarify what I mean with a few just a few movie examples.

Already, that leaves out so many Hollywood movies of today that are based upon comic books and their almost endless sequels, impossible action-adventures with superheroes and villains. Apparently, the scripts are written by Southern-California twenty-year-olds with little formal education and virtually no cultural upbringing.  They are not interested in making good quality movies; they just want to make lots of money, catering to easily satisfied audiences.

I also have developed over the years a concerned sense that such “100% good guys versus 100% bad guys” themes indoctrinate Americans, e.g., adolescent boys with limited rational capabilities, into believing that all challenges in life are threatening and physical, as opposed to cerebral and spiritual, and that we must attack and kill the enemy to solve all of our problems.  The degree of gratuitous violence in so many movies worries me.  It stands to reason that this general behavior now is reflected throughout our society, ranging from pervasive lack of civility, pervasive crime, mass-shootings, unwarranted wars, and bad votes.

I also find even the dialogue and acting often distasteful.  So many young American actors regularly are supplied lines that are supposed to sound clever and cool, reflecting affected self-assuredness, hubris, and arrogance.  Also, their facial expressions and body-language are so affected, portraying arrogance or even physical threat to others.  I cringe each time I hear and see such behavior.  I prefer natural, unaffected portrayals.

In contrast to banal films, there have been many movies and television series that I have admired and, consequently, often have watched more than once.  Some are from independent film-makers.  A good number of these have been British or other foreign film-companies, writers, directors, and actors, who demonstrate a high degree of maturity and professionalism.

For example, the superlative 1979 BBC series “Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy” is one of the all-around best-quality productions I ever have seen.  To begin with, the superb writer of the book, David Cornwell (pen-name “John le CarrĂ©”), has worked for both British MI5 and MI6, most likely has continued his contacts, and obviously knows what he was talking about.  Secondly, this well-informed, highly intelligent man writes honestly, reflecting the good, bad, and often mediocre behavior and character of governments and human beings.  Then, the screenplay-writer also was excellent, as well as the director and all of the crew.  For the leading role, they chose the consummate actor Sir Alec Guinness as George Smiley.


Once word of that selection got about, the casting-director had his choice of the very best actors in all of Britain.  In addition to their great experience and professionalism, their appearances, voices, and mannerisms fit the roles like a glove.  Unfortunately, a discerning viewer must obtain the uncut, British Region-2 DVDs for the best experience and clearest plot-development, for some crucial scenes were cut for U.S. audiences in order to force the episodes into one-hour time-slots; and the idiots used those shortened episodes for the American DVDs.  Also, don't bother to watch the more recent movie-version.  I gave it a C- rating in my review on Amazon.

For theater-movies, I admire many aspects of New Zealand director Peter Jackson's “Lord of the Rings.”  For the thousands of people involved over several years in this major project, this effort was a labor of love.  So much care went into making these films that, for example, the set for Hobbiton was constructed and planted way in advance of filming so that the flora would have a chance to develop.  Professional sword-smiths were hired to create masterpieces for the major characters.  Fine-tuning the script continued to the very last minute, requiring the London Symphony Orchestra to also  fine-tune their  sound-track recordings.  Even after Jackson won the Oscar with the final episode, “Return of the King,” he had his crews continue filming to make improvements for the DVD sets to come.  I know of no other film-project that has done this.

American independent film-makers and foreign film-makers have made many films over the years that explore human nature and realistic situations, such as docudramas like the acclaimed, German film “The Bridge.”  Based upon a true, 1945 event in the last days of the war, schoolboys were forced into uniforms and ordered to guard a small bridge in their own village, the very route American tanks were approaching.  One boy was severely wounded.  All the others perished.  The western allies required Germans to view the film to further emphasize the terrible consequences of their too easily having let themselves be led in to a catastrophic war.  “The Bridge” is considered to be one of the two best anti-war films made.

I also appreciate serious fiction, such as the British “Remains of the Day” that explored the unnecessary self-denial and repressed emotions of an all-too-traditional butler.  I realize, as much as I appreciate these films, that many people who are used to hyperkinetic, childish adventure-films, don't care for mature, cerebral films because these are regarded as “too slow, too boring.”  As a matter of fact, just such a person gave me his copy of the “Remains” DVD because he was disappointed that it didn't have more action and wartime violence.

One of my all-time favorite films is Italian director Luchino Visconti's prize-winning “Death in Venice” based upon, what many literary critics declare to be, “the best novella of the twentieth century” and written by “the best novelist of the twentieth century” Thomas Mann.  The Cannes Film Festival awards once held a retrospective contest covering films from a quarter of a century.  “Venice” won the grand prize and was declared “a masterpiece.”  The cinematography alone is a masterpiece with many scenes resembling tableau-artwork.   The lead actor Dirk Bogarde deserved  “best-actor”  awards from all such contests.  Most of the sublime accompanying music is by the great composer Gustav Mahler.


Because of my interest in the remarkable voices and music of the European Baroque era, I like the unique, Golden-Globe-winning film “Farinelli,” loosely based upon the reputation of the acknowledged greatest singer in history, Carlo Broschi, stage-name “Farinelli.”

As entertaining as the film is, anyone who has bothered to learn history knows that the screenplay accurately reflects only about 10% of the real person, 20% based upon the reputation of other contemporary singers, 20% based upon the Baroque culture and opera of the time, and 50% simply made up to entertain the audience.  Even so, I enjoy the film.  There is no other like it.  I recommend the music CD.

I do admit, however, that not all the films which I enjoy are worthy of winning Cannes' Palme d'Or, perhaps the most prestigious film award.  Even my most sober friends and I have enjoyed the “Harry Potter” movies.  In addition to their being very imaginative, they seem to succeed as an antidote to the banality of the real world, even despite the scripts' frequent egregious errors in diction, grammar, and style.  And, I have to admit also that I often have watched some good quality films and DVDs simply because I am inclined to identify with attractive characters whose attributes and lives appear more interesting and satisfying than, too often, my own life.  I'm not sure that the practice of watching such films is of any practical purpose, but they are a captivating distraction.  Still, some are included in my DVD collection.

And, last of all, if I suddenly became a billionaire, I would like to produce to perfection several films based upon topics dear to my heart.  Of course, that is a real fantasy.

© 31 May 2016 

About the Author 

I have had a life-long fascination with people and their life stories.  I also realize that, although my own life has not brought me particular fame or fortune, I too have had some noteworthy experiences and, at times, unusual ones.  Since I joined this Story Time group, I have derived pleasure and satisfaction participating in the group.  I do put some thought and effort into my stories, and I hope that you find them interesting.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Passion by Betsy


Passion: an intense desire or enthusiasm for something.

“Passion is energy, feel the  power that comes from focusing on what excites you." — Oprah Winfrey

I have a passion for a few things: First, for certain people; namely, my loved ones—my partner, my children and g-children.

My second passion is for music; namely, classical music of the baroque, classical , and romantic styles and a little contemporary.  I am very limited in my ability to perform music.  I do like being a part of a choral group and have been doing this for much of my life.  But listening is stirring and inspiring and I usually never forget something I have heard that has touched my soul.  I use my ipod  when exercising.  Nothing like a Schubert or Brahms quartet to keep me moving and working hard on the stationary bicycle, elliptical or rowing machine. I do mix in some fast-paced Abba for variety most of which I find very energizing.  My music does excite me and gives me energy. Often fellow exercisers ask me what I'm listening to.  When I tell them, they give me a very strange look as if to say, “Don't you know about rock? You poor thing.”

My greatest passion is for sports. That is doing not watching. I am a less than mediocre spectator fan.   I don’t pay much attention to which teams are winning or losing.  Occasionally, I'll watch a tennis match on TV or even a football game.  But given the opportunity I would a thousand times prefer to play, compete or do most any activity that requires physical action, motion, and either some skill, or a desire for adventure.

My deepest passion?  I had to search my soul a bit for this.  Now in my later years, I have become aware that I have a deep passion for the truth.  Perhaps that is because earlier I spent a good portion of my adult life living a lie.  After all, until I came out, that’s what I was doing. Since we do not know the truth about most things from mundane items that come to us through mainstream media, to metaphysical questions such as what lies beyond this life—since we do not know the truth about these things, I have become very conscientious about separating fact from belief.  Since this is all my brain is capable of at this point, I leave it there.  

I would like to mention one last point about passion in general.

As I was giving this subject further consideration, I came to the conclusion that passion and obsession are very closely related.  To illustrate: I DO NOT have a passion for writing, which does not always come easily. But the use of the English language and the application of its rules of grammar is near and dear to my heart.  This goes back to my high school days when my English teacher Miss Dunn who taught me for all three years of high school English, exposed us to very little literature.  Mostly we studied grammar and a little writing.  Most in the class thought the 3 years of grammar was rather boring, but I loved it.  I guess I have the kind of mind which loves to analyze and that’s what we did.  We analyzed sentences most of the time and learned rules of grammar and word usage.  I, therefore was quite horrified when I realized that I had made a glaring grammatical error in last week’s writing and I actually read it using the wrong part of speech and didn’t even notice.  The realization hit me in the middle of the night—the night following our session here--as I lay in bed. I thought,”Surely I didn’t write it that way.”  So I jumped out of bed at 3:00Am and checked my paper.  Yes, I had written it that way and read it that way.  Very upset with myself, I had to wake Gill up and tell her.  “I can’t believe I did that,” I said.  Later, thinking about passion I decided I do believe I have a passion for properly applying the  rules of  English grammar….Or is it a passion?  Some would call it an obsession.  So, where do we draw the line between passion and obsession? I believe that passion is actually obsession when one says to oneself, “I wish I could have let that go.”  To put it another way.  When one becomes dis-eased over what she THINKS she has a passion for. (Oops! Did anyone notice that!  I just ended a sentence with a preposition.)

© 24 Oct 2014

About the Author


Betsy has been active in the GLBT community including PFLAG, the Denver women’s chorus, OLOC (Old Lesbians Organizing for Change).  She has been retired from the Human Services field for about 15 years.  Since her retirement, her major activities include tennis, camping, traveling, teaching skiing as a volunteer instructor with National Sports Center for the Disabled, and learning.  Betsy came out as a lesbian after 25 years of marriage. She has a close relationship with her three children and enjoys spending time with her four grandchildren.  Betsy says her greatest and most meaningful enjoyment comes from sharing her life with her partner of 25 years, Gillian Edwards.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Opera - Love and Hate by Betsy


I love opera.  I hate opera.  I guess that means I have one of those love/hate relationships that makes people neurotic, usually about another person.  But in this case I am neurotic about an art form.  And a beautiful art form it is.  There is nothing that stirs my emotions more intensely than a great piece of music.  A symphony, concerto, string quartet created by one of the masters.  I don’t care what period it is from--Rococo, Baroque, Classical, Romantic--any of it can put me in a  listening trance.  The better I know the music, the more stirring it is and the more it does for me. 

I can say this about some opera, but not all opera.  I am a fan of, I  think, what is commonly considered popular opera.  A Puccini area a la La Boheme will bring me to tears faster than any Beethoven piano concerto or Schubert string trio.

Unfortunately, I don’t know the names of the arias so familiar to opera fans.  I’m really not interested in their titles, nor do I feel any need to learn the unfamiliar words.  Suffice it to say that I love dramatic music. 

There is plenty to say about my hatred of opera, in spite of the love feelings.  I remember one time as a very young adult--20 something--I was in New York City and decided to take advantage of some spare time, raise my level of cultural exposure, and attend an opera at the Met.  I was very excited about this and just knew that the experience would increase my developing interest and appreciation of good music.  I was learning to really appreciate Russian music so why wouldn’t I enjoy this Mussorgsky masterpiece.  What I didn’t know is that Boris Gudanov is probably the longest opera ever written.  And heavy is the only word that comes to mind when I try to recall this experience.  The truth is I do not really remember much about it because I slept through at least one half of it.  The entire opera is  4 hours and 15 minutes long not including intermission.

I realize I do not sound like much of a music lover when I use words like heavy and boring to describe what I truly feel about some opera--the heavy, boring kind.  Not to mention names, but I’m thinking of the Wagner-esque type of opera.  

And so the development of my appreciation for opera was arrested sometime around the age of 20 something.  But no problem.  There are the few stirring well-known arias that still bring me to tears.

I must mention another point for love.  The performers are my heroes--well, more likely my heroines.  In my dreams I am an opera singer.  In my next life I am an opera singer.  Oh, to be able to open my mouth and produce such sound. Why do I always fall in love with these women?  Perhaps it is their bosoms.  Maybe I love them because they remind me so much of my grandmother, an accomplished contralto, who often held me as a young child next to her ever so soft, cuddly bosom.

There is really nothing I can do to resolve the love/hate situation here.  Just to admit that I probably will never be an opera-goer and stick to only those few arias I love.

© 7 June 2011

About the Author 

Betsy has been active in the GLBT community including PFLAG, the Denver women’s chorus, OLOC (Old Lesbians Organizing for Change).  She has been retired from the Human Services field for about 15 years.  Since her retirement, her major activities include tennis, camping, traveling, teaching skiing as a volunteer instructor with National Sports Center for the Disabled, and learning.  Betsy came out as a lesbian after 25 years of marriage. She has a close relationship with her three children and enjoys spending time with her four grandchildren.  Betsy says her greatest and most meaningful enjoyment comes from sharing her life with her partner of 25 years, Gillian Edwards.