May not get an opportunity to blog tomorrow -- we're taking our London guest to Orlando in the morning, show her around a bit before she's off on Tuesday
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As for the Golden Globes--I have a deep cynicism about these sort of award ceremonies being able to choose the best of anything. In 1933 KING KONG didn't get nominated for a single Oscar. The greatest film of 1933 was, of course, CAVALCADE. Oh, you remember CAVALCADE, don't you? It's the same as Richard Attenborough's GANDHI. It's actually just a middling bio-pic, but it won because the Academy wanted movies to seem 'serious' rather than 'populist'.
Apropos of you other comment (and my response just now) about Amy and Tina's sending up Hollywood's self-reverence. Your "cynicism," Gary, is not inappropriate....
Criminy, American theatre makes do with ONE self-celebration per year; Hollywood demands we join them in two such exercises. (How many weeks must we wait until the Oscars come thundering across the TV screens?)
Dear Ghost -- I suspect you're sincere in that wish for me -- but, at the risk of seeming jaded, I gotta say I'm of two minds about the Disney domains. Yes, it's an amazing scene, with much that is charming -- but it is a crass (and very calculated) commercial venture. Walt's cold determination to wring every dollar out of the worshipful public is well known. Saving Mr. Banks, which we just saw here in Vero, was SUCH a good illustration of the Disney Empire's sheer audaciousness -- even as its Walt-worship was almost obscene.
My otherwise intelligent and tough-minded partner, Joanne, and her girlfriends revert to 16-year-olds when they think about "the Parks" (our edgy term for the over-the-top Orlando complex); others (including MOI!) find it obsessive -- almost cloying.
Anyhow, my apologies to those kindly readers who don't live close by and simply would enjoy a chance someday to visit the Disney creation. My advice is to (1) suspend disbelief, just plain ignoring cynics like me, and (2) bring money, lots of it!
Thanks -- at the moment, we're in Downtown Disney (more Stuff to buy than you can imagine -- but you catch a boat here for Magic Kingdom -- AND you save the 15-buck parking charge there).
OMG Justine! I'm sorry, but I'm one of those people who reverts to a 7-year-old when she goes to disney. It's all I can do to not put on a princess dress and tiara. It's been years since I went, but I still have fond memories of everybody, and I mean everybody, who worked there wanting to make me happy. Sure, we were paying for it, but it was worth it. Hugs! L
An interesting aspect to you, sweetie! I'm not exactly tiara material, myself -- and I sure don't imagine you going all mushy, Disney-style. However, Goddess knows, in the past two days, I saw a ton of 7-year-olds who are the nightmares of their brothers' worst moments -- just getting AWESOME mileage our of princess dresses...
Yeah, I know, right? Me, the least-princessy woman I know, gets the terrible urge to dress up like Rapunzel and run amok shrieking like a little mouseketeer! I'm so ashamed... ...although princess dresses can be fun, if used in the right manner. *wink-wink*
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As for the Golden Globes--I have a deep cynicism about these sort of award ceremonies being able to choose the best of anything. In 1933 KING KONG didn't get nominated for a single Oscar. The greatest film of 1933 was, of course, CAVALCADE. Oh, you remember CAVALCADE, don't you? It's the same as Richard Attenborough's GANDHI. It's actually just a middling bio-pic, but it won because the Academy wanted movies to seem 'serious' rather than 'populist'.
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Criminy, American theatre makes do with ONE self-celebration per year; Hollywood demands we join them in two such exercises. (How many weeks must we wait until the Oscars come thundering across the TV screens?)
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I suspect you're sincere in that wish for me -- but, at the risk of seeming jaded, I gotta say I'm of two minds about the Disney domains. Yes, it's an amazing scene, with much that is charming -- but it is a crass (and very calculated) commercial venture. Walt's cold determination to wring every dollar out of the worshipful public is well known. Saving Mr. Banks, which we just saw here in Vero, was SUCH a good illustration of the Disney Empire's sheer audaciousness -- even as its Walt-worship was almost obscene.
My otherwise intelligent and tough-minded partner, Joanne, and her girlfriends revert to 16-year-olds when they think about "the Parks" (our edgy term for the over-the-top Orlando complex); others (including MOI!) find it obsessive -- almost cloying.
Anyhow, my apologies to those kindly readers who don't live close by and simply would enjoy a chance someday to visit the Disney creation. My advice is to (1) suspend disbelief, just plain ignoring cynics like me, and (2) bring money, lots of it!
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Hugs!
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...although princess dresses can be fun, if used in the right manner. *wink-wink*
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