Hancock

I was disappointed in Hancock. I had been looking forward to seeing it for a long time. I loved the premise: an alcoholic near-do-well fuck up guy who is also a super hero and ends up with a PR rep. That part of the movie was fairly good, but then it got into this supernatural stuff and just went off the deep end for me.

I was also bored with all the violence. I was beading a box while I watched it, so it was good as something to have on while I did something else.

Ernest Concepcion

I saw an exhibit of Ernest Concepcion's work at Kentler International Drawing Space in Red Hook today. The show was called The Line Wars Deluxe. It included very large scale, detailed pen and ink drawings of animals fighting as well as some figures that looked sort of superhero-ish. It was a small show in an interesting intimate space.

Happiness

I've had Happiness at home for several days, maybe a week, and never quite felt like I could handle watching it. I saw it when it first came out (ten years ago! I can't believe it was that long ago!), so I knew it was intense and I was kind of scared of being depressed and over-identifying with the characters.

It's such a good movie. Very brutal scenes, brutal acting. It's about ordinary people, but there is so much disturbance in their emotional lives, that they aren't really ordinary. I don't think. Even if there's a lot of despair underneath most people's exterior, I don't think there is psychopathy. I don't know. What do I know.

The frank discussions about masturbation between father and son, Philip Seymour Hoffman masturbating while making crank phone calls, the father masturbating to the teen magazine in the car -- it was all kind of too intense for me. I was trying to eat a shrimp burrito and felt sickened. I also felt self-conscious, like if a camera were on me now, at home alone on a Saturday night watching a DVD on the computer with my ordered-in food amidst a messy apartment and three cats, and piles of printed out articles for the dissertation that is taking forever... Would I hold up to scrutiny? Could I be a character in a meanly yet tenderly drawn Solondz film?

Manhattan Murder Mystery

I watched Manhattan Murder Mystery on Netflix Watch Instantly while eating terrible steamed Chinese food -- tough and gooey shrimp. Yuk. Anyway, the movie is okay. Woody Allen got on my nerves the whole time, and the talky talkiness of it was irritating as well. But, I became engrossed in it and in the end found it entertaining.

Anagrams

I just finished Anagrams by Lorrie Moore. I had read her first book, a short story collection called Self-Help when I was in college, I think, and I loved it. I found an old copy of this novel in the laundry room. I'm glad I did. I really, really, really enjoyed this book. It is crisply wry and insightful and every sentence crackles. I became very bonded with the main character, and sort of with the writer. It has a very sad ending, though. And I feel bummed out.

Also, I sense that novels aren't her forte. Anagrams starts with a few stories with the main character in different lives, before it gets into the main one, and I just get the sense that Moore is probably more gifted and adept at short stories. I'm going to buy one of her other collections and read it VT!

Prokofiev at the 92nd Street Y

I went with a friend to hear a concert at the 92nd Street Y that was part of the Bard Music Festival with a focus on Prokofiev and the silver age of Russian music. The performances were so wonderful. There were piano solos, vocal and choral numbers, string quartet pieces and a cello solo. It was really a delightful mix. I didn't save the program so I can't remember the names of which pieces I liked best -- the Ariel String Quartet numbers were definitely favorites. I had a lovely afternoon.

Mitchell Marco at Christopher Henry Gallery

Last night I went to the opening of Mitchell Marco's exhibition Ordinary Childhood at Christopher Henry Gallery on the Lower East Side. I hadn't seen Mitchell's work in a couple of years, and was really impressed by how his images continue to evolve. His work is always thought provoking and evocative. Simple and crisp, and yet nuanced and mysterious. Very mysterious, actually. There is always something going on behind the scenes, or immediately prior to the image, that the viewer can never know. But it's there.

The gallery's copy reads: The images reflect upon a time in which the family structure was simpler, evoking a bygone era of black and white media. However, the past is never simple, and Marco shows us that the eternal conundrums of human psychology are always present just beneath the surface." Very true.

I couldn't find an image of his current work on line, so simply posted a photo of the artist that I found.