I wanted to rewatch S06E09 before writing this, preferably with subtitles and a better rip, but someone's dragging their feet, so maybe I'll write another post at some point. Some good parts, some I didn’t care about, some that I personally wish they were different (not really bad but I had other thoughts).
So, in this NCIS Hudson and Rex episode:
The first shot seemed like kind of a small ship, it probably wasn’t but the shot made it that way. Sorry, Canada, I’ve been spoiled by all the aircraft carrier shots through the years lol. The one where it turns from day to night, I hated that. It seemed so fake.
The way Charlie’s dad kept criticizing him about everything got on my nerves. I also don’t love the casual sexism of him implying that it’s best if a wife stays home. Definitely shows that Charlie barely had meaningful interactions with this man. And to mention Sarah as Charlie’s “office romance”? Ugh.
This is where I decided that Charlie was raised by Aunt Miranda. It was a good thing that his dad probably missed quite a bit of his childhood.
“Charles” makes me feel like they should be inside the Buckingham palace. And truly, this is the only place I’d ever think they’d feed a dog using a toothpick. Poor Rex had to eat off a toothpick to satisfy that man! I kept hoping that he’d bite him.
Imagine this show having any continuity at all. Charlie would have to explain some of his latest adventures, the poisoning, the jail, etc.
I like that Sarah touches Charlie as soon as he tells her that the killer could be one of his dad’s sailors. She understands what this means for him.
Classic “found the killer the moment they appeared on screen” episode.
Sarah, we have chairs. (Nah, just keep doing that, actually.)
I didn’t know that Canada also had JAG officers. Now I can't help wondering who investigates crimes committed against Navy personnel lol
Here’s where Commander Hudson’s possible motivation doesn’t make that much sense: In most Navy ships, the higher ups barely know their sailors. So, he wouldn’t feel like he needed to protect them. He would most likely feel like he needed to protect the Navy's reputation from possibly harboring a killer. Having said that, I have no knowledge of how big this ship is. And the initial footage was kinda terrible. Understandable, because this isn’t that kind of show, but still terrible.
I love Rex's defensive reaction to the Commander throughout the episode. He can sense how much he unsettles Charlie and makes him change things about himself.
Charlie’s dad implying that Rex has an attitude problem when he is trying to cover up a crime… the nerve…
“...my boys” Oh no he did not. I know how much that can hurt.
The hilarity of the justification of sending troops in the other side of the world, to “keep the peace”… I expect this from military shows, I don’t expect it from shows like Hudson and Rex. And the triumphant music in the background… we get it.
Rex’s barks as Charlie puts the guy in handcuffs could mean nothing other than “suck it, asshole”.
Charlie was a bit… I’m not sure how to put it… Not exactly himself during that interrogation. I imagine he knew his father was watching, but he seemed like he’d jump the guy, or his JAG lawyer, or both.
How did we get from “office romance” to “my son is a lucky man”? Who knows. I mean, Sarah is quite impressive, but this seems like some kind of witchcraft.
Well, at least they didn’t make the bad guy be the Lieutenant in an episode full of men with bad behaviors. Also, I didn’t know they pronounced "Lieutenant" the British way.
Charlie is learning Rex’s language (growl). I find nothing weird with this.
The scene with Joe was nice. But Joe, just put a damn pillow on that couch. You know that none of your subordinates actually sleep in their homes (which is one more reason we’ll never see a bedroom set *sigh*)
John Reardon’s voice drops another half octave when he’s lying down. Good lord. Also, I started praying for his poor neck in that position, at least he didn’t stay there for long. That would have incapacitated me if I stayed like that for even ten minutes.
“I let my issues with my dad…” Which are…? Please, elaborate.
Charlie beckoning Rex when neither of them has slept for a day. Leave the poor dog alone, you sadist. Dogs don’t understand the meaning of overtime.
So, I guess when Hudson men have sorrows, they literally run?
I wanted to keep hating his dad a little more. Why’d they have to reconcile them so fast?
Good episode. I’d have liked if Charlie said a bit more about what bothered him in his father’s behavior, and not regarding the case. It seemed like his father just wasn’t around as much and possibly considered his sailors as his children, maybe even more than his actual children, and Charlie seemed to resent him for that, understandably. But we were also already at the part where the two men were trying to mend fences, and although all the effort seemed to he made by Charlie at the start of the episode, it shifted towards the end to his dad making the effort.
Promo: The dreaded (by me) golf episode. Let me get this straight: The team went golfing and found a body? We can’t take these guys anywhere.
Poor Rex! If that's a serious head injury, I’ll sue. That’s what we have Charlie's head for. But also, please allow Charlie to lose it a little.
Charlie Hudson is having such a bad time in this season, and I’m loving it.
Devastated by the news of the passing of Actor Matthew Perry (1969-2023)
Matthew Perry, who starred as sarcastic-but-sweet Chandler Bing in the hit series “Friends,” has died.
He was 54.
The Emmy-nominated actor was found dead of an apparent drowning at his Los Angeles home.
Perry, the son of actor John Bennett Perry and Suzanne Marie Langford, onetime press secretary of Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, was born August 19, 1969 and grew up between Montreal and Los Angeles after his parents separated when Perry was 1.
He got his start as a child actor, landing guest spots on “Charles in Charge” and “Beverly Hills 90210” and playing opposite River Phoenix in the film “A Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon” in the 1980s and early 1990s.
While Perry was best known for his role in Friends, he appeared in scores of other television shows — including Studio 60 and the Sunset Strip, The Good Wife, and the revived The Odd Couple — and comedic films, including Fools Rush In, The Whole Nine Yards, Three to Tango, The Kid, and many more movies.
Perry received one Emmy nomination for his “Friends” role and two more for appearances as an associate White House counsel on “The West Wing.
Devastated by the news of the passing of Actor Matthew Perry (1969-2023)
Matthew Perry, who starred as sarcastic-but-sweet Chandler Bing in the hit series “Friends,” has died.
He was 54.
The Emmy-nominated actor was found dead of an apparent drowning at his Los Angeles home.
Perry, the son of actor John Bennett Perry and Suzanne Marie Langford, onetime press secretary of Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, was born August 19, 1969 and grew up between Montreal and Los Angeles after his parents separated when Perry was 1.
He got his start as a child actor, landing guest spots on “Charles in Charge” and “Beverly Hills 90210” and playing opposite River Phoenix in the film “A Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon” in the 1980s and early 1990s.
While Perry was best known for his role in Friends, he appeared in scores of other television shows — including Studio 60 and the Sunset Strip, The Good Wife, and the revived The Odd Couple — and comedic films, including Fools Rush In, The Whole Nine Yards, Three to Tango, The Kid, and many more movies.
Perry received one Emmy nomination for his “Friends” role and two more for appearances as an associate White House counsel on “The West Wing.
— By Steve Martin | Published: October 22, 2007 | Personal History | Sunday August 6, 2023
Steve Martin in an ad for his act at the Ice House, a folk club in Pasadena, in 1967. Photograph By Mitzi Trumbo
During the Nineteen-Sixties, the five-foot-high hand-painted placard in front of the Bird Cage Theatre at Knott’s Berry Farm read “World’s Greatest Entertaiment.” The missing “n” in “entertainment” was overlooked by staff, audience, and visitors for an entire decade. I worked there between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two as an actor in melodramas. Knott’s Berry Farm began in the twenties, when Walter and Cordelia Knott set up a roadside berry stand. A few years later, Cordelia opened her chicken-dinner restaurant, and Walter bought pieces of a ghost town and moved the Old West buildings to his burgeoning tourist destination. Squawking peacocks roamed the grounds, and there was a little wooden chapel that played organ music while you stared at a picture of Jesus and watched his eyes magically open.
My first performances for a paying audience were at the Bird Cage, a wooden theatre with a canvas roof. Inside were two hundred folding chairs on risers, arranged around a thrust Masonite stage that sat behind a patch of fake grass. A painted cutout of a birdcage, worthy of a Sotheby’s folk-art auction, hung over center stage, and painted representations of drapes framed the proscenium. The actors swept the stage, raised and lowered the curtains, cleaned the house of trash, and went out on the grounds pitching the show to visitors strolling around the park. I was being paid two dollars a show, twenty-five shows a week. Even in 1963, the rate was considered low.
The show consisted of a twenty-five-minute melodrama, in which the audience was encouraged to cheer the hero and boo the villain. I appeared in “The Bungling Burglar,” performing the role of Hamilton Brainwood, a detective who was attracted to the provocatively named soubrette, Dimples Reardon. Fortunately, I ended up with the virtuous heroine, Angela Trueheart. The play was followed by a ten-minute “olio” segment involving two five-minute routines in which the actors did their specialties, usually songs or short comedy acts, and here I was able to work steadily on my fledgling comedy-magic act, five minutes at a time, four times a day (five on Sunday), for three years.
The Bird Cage was a normal theatrical nuthouse. Missed cues caused noisy pileups in the wings, or a missing prop left us hanging while we ad-libbed excuses to leave the stage and retrieve it. A forgotten line would hang in the air, searching for someone, anyone, to say it. The theatre was run by Woody Wilson, a dead ringer for W. C. Fields, and a boozer, too, and the likable George Stuart, who, on Saturday nights, would entertain the crowd with a monologue that had them roaring: “You’re from Tucson? I spent a week there one night!” Four paying customers was officially an audience, so we often did shows to resonating silence. On one of these dead afternoons, Woody Wilson peed so loudly in the echoing bathroom that it broke us up and got embarrassed laughs from our conservative family audience.
The theatre was stocked with genuine characters. Ronnie Morgan, rail thin, would dress up as Lincoln and read the Gettysburg Address for local elementary schools. On a good day, he would show us young lads cheesecake photos of his wife in a leopard-skin bikini, and even at age eighteen we thought it was weird. There was Joe Carney, a blustery and funny actor, who opened the lavatory door from the top to avoid germs. Paul Shackleton was the son of a preacher and could not tolerate a swear word, but he once laughed till he cried when we sat down under a eucalyptus tree to drink our Cokes and a bird shit on my head. For days we could not look each other in the eye without breaking into uncontrollable hysterics. John Stuart, a talented tenor with a mischievous sense of humor, once secretly put talcum powder in my top hat. Onstage, whenever I popped the hat on or off, a mushroom cloud of smoke bloomed from my head, leaving me bewildered as to why the audience was laughing.
Stormie Sherk, later to become an enormously successful Christian author and proselytizer under her married name, Stormie Omartian, was beautiful, witty, bright, and filled with an engaging spirit that was not yet holy. We performed in the melodramas together; my role was either the comic or the leading man, depending on the day of the week. She wore calico dresses that complemented her strawberry-blond hair and vanilla skin. Soon we were in love and would roam around Knott’s in our period costumes and find a period place to sit, mostly by the period church next to the man-made lake, where we would stare endlessly into each other’s eyes. We developed a love duet for the Bird Cage in which she would sing “Gypsy Rover” while I accompanied her on the five-string banjo. When she sang the song, the lyric that affected me the most was—believe it or not—“La dee doo la dee doo dah day.” We would talk of a wedding in a lilac-covered dale, and I could fill any conversational gaps with ardent recitations of poetry by Keats and Shelley, which I picked up at Santa Ana Junior College. Finally, the inevitable happened. I was a late-blooming eighteen-year-old when I had my first sexual experience, involving the virginal Stormie, a condom (swiped from my parents’ drawer), and the front seat of my car, whose windows became befogged with desire.
If Stormie had said I would look good in a burgundy ball gown, I would have gone out and bought a burgundy ball gown. Instead, she suggested that I read W. Somerset Maugham’s “The Razor’s Edge,” a book about a quest for knowledge—universal, unquestionable knowledge. I was swept up in the book’s glorification of truth-seeking, and the idea that, like a stage magician, I could have secrets possessed by only a few. Santa Ana Junior College offered no major in philosophy, so I enrolled at Long Beach State. I paid the tuition with my Bird Cage wages, aided in my second year by a dean’s list scholarship (a hundred and eighty dollars a year) achieved through impassioned studying, fuelled by my “Razor’s Edge” romanticism. I rented a small apartment near school, so small that its street number was 1059¼. Stormie eventually moved an hour north to attend U.C.L.A., and we struggled for a while to see each other, but without the metaphor of the nineteenth century to enchant us we realized that our real lives lay before us, and we drifted apart.
At the Bird Cage, I formed the soft primordial core of what became my comedy act. Over the three years I worked there, I strung together everything I knew: some comedy juggling, a few standard magic routines, a couple of banjo songs, and some very old jokes. My act was eclectic, and it would take ten more years for me to make sense of it. However, the opportunity to perform four or five times a day gave me confidence and poise. Even though my material had few distinguishing features, the repetition helped me lose my amateur rattle.
Catalyzed by the popularity of the folk group the Kingston Trio, small music clubs began to sprout in every unlikely venue. Shopping malls and restaurant cellars now had corner-stage showrooms that sometimes did and sometimes did not serve alcohol. There were almost no clubs dedicated to comedy—they would not exist for at least another fifteen years—so every comedian was an outsider. Having no agent or any hope of finding one, I could not audition for movies or television, or even learn where auditions were held. I didn’t know about the trade papers—Variety or The Hollywood Reporter—from which I might have gathered some information. I lived in suburbia at a time when the hour-long drive to Los Angeles in my first great car—a white 1957 Chevy Bel Air, which, despite its beauty, guzzled quarts of oil and then spewed it back out in the form of white smoke—seemed like a trip across the continent in a Conestoga wagon. But the local folk clubs thrived on single acts, and their Monday nights were reserved for budding talent. Standup comedy felt like an open door. It was possible to assemble a few minutes of material and be onstage that week, as opposed to standing in line in the mysterious world of Hollywood, getting no response, no phone calls returned, and no opportunity to perform. On Mondays, I could tour around Orange County, visit three clubs in one night, and be onstage, live, in front of an audience. If I flopped at the Paradox in Tustin, I might succeed an hour later at the Ice House in Pasadena.
I continued to attend Long Beach State, taking Stormie-inspired courses in metaphysics, ethics, and logic. New and exhilarating words such as “epistemology,” “ontology,” “pragmatism,” and “existentialism”—whose definitions alone were stimulating—swirled through my head and reconfigured my thinking. One semester, I was taking Philosophy of Language, Continental Rationalism (whatever that is), History of Ethics, and, to complete the group, Self-Defense, which I found especially humiliating when, one afternoon in class, I was nearly beaten up by a girl wearing boxing gloves.
A college friend lent me some comedy records. There were three by Mike Nichols and Elaine May, several by Lenny Bruce, and one by Tom Lehrer, the great song parodist. Nichols and May recorded without an audience, and I fixated on every nuance. Their comedy was sometimes created by only a subtle vocal shift: Tell me, Dr. Schweitzer, “exactly what is this reverence for life?” Lenny Bruce, on the records I heard, was doing mostly nonpolitical bits that were hilarious. Warden at a prison riot: “We’ll meet any reasonable demands you men want! Except the vibrators!” Tom Lehrer influenced me with one bizarre joke about an individualist friend “whose name was Henry, only to give you an idea of what an individualist he was he spelled it H-E-N-3-R-Y.” Some people fall asleep at night listening to music; I fell asleep to Lenny, Tom, and Mike and Elaine. These albums broke ground and led me to a Darwinian discovery: comedy could evolve.
On campus, I experienced a life-changing moment of illumination, appropriately occurring in the bright sun. I was walking across the quad when a startling thought came to me: to implement the new concept called originality that was presenting itself in my classes in literature, poetry, and philosophy, I would have to write everything in my comedy act myself. Any line or idea with even a vague feeling of familiarity or provenance had to be expunged. There could be nothing that made the audience feel that they weren’t seeing something utterly new.
This realization mortified me. I did not know how to write comedy—at all. But I did know that I would have to drop some of my best one-liners, pilfered from gag books or other people’s routines, and consequently lose a major portion of my already strained act. The thought of losing all this material was depressing. After several years of working up my weak twenty minutes, I was now starting from almost zero.
I added poetry readings by T. S. Eliot and Stephen Vincent Benét to fill time, but I was desperate to invent new material. Sitting in a science class, my wandering mind searching for ideas, I stared at the periodic table of the elements that hung behind the professor. That weekend, I went onstage at the Ice House and announced, “And now I would like to do a dramatic reading of the periodic table of the elements: ‘Fe . . . Au . . . He .’ ” That bit didn’t last long.
In logic class, I opened my textbook—the last place I was expecting to find comic inspiration—and was startled to find that the author Lewis Carroll was also a logician. He wrote logic textbooks and included argument forms based on the syllogism, normally presented in logic books this way:
(1) All men are mortal.
(2) Socrates is a man.
Therefore Socrates is mortal.
But Carroll’s were convoluted, and they struck me as funny in a new way:
(1) Babies are illogical.
(2) Nobody is despised who can manage a crocodile.
(3) Illogical persons are despised.
Therefore babies cannot manage crocodiles.
And,
(1) No interesting poems are unpopular among people of real taste.
(2) No modern poetry is free from affectation.
(3) All your poems are on the subject of soap bubbles.
(4) No affected poetry is popular among people of real taste.
(5) Only a modern poem would be on the subject of soap bubbles.
Therefore all your poems are uninteresting.
These word games bothered and intrigued me. Appearing to be silly nonsense, on examination they were absolutely logical—yet they were still funny. Lewis Carroll’s clever fancies from the nineteenth century expanded my notion of what comedy could be. I began closing my show by announcing, “I’m not going home tonight. I’m going to Bananaland, a place where only two things are true, only two things: one, all chairs are green; and, two, no chairs are green.” Not at Lewis Carroll’s level, but the line worked for my contemporaries, and I loved implying that the one thing I believed in was a contradiction.
My college roommate, Phil Carey, was an artist and musician. He sang bass, not in a barbershop quartet but for a sophisticated chorale that favored complicated rhythms and mismatched twelve-tone arrangements. Phil’s contagious enthusiasm got me excited about art, particularly the avant-garde, and we quickly noted that the campus art scene was also a great arena in which to meet girls. We loved reading magazine reports of New York galleries stuffed with Warhol’s Brillo boxes and giant flowers, Lichtenstein’s cartoon panels, and throngs of people dressed in black. Phil had a developed sense of humor: his cat was named Miles, and when asked if the cat was named after Miles Davis, Phil would say, “No, it was ‘and miles to go before I sleep.’ ”
Working on a college project about Charles Ives, Phil landed an interview with Aaron Copland. However, he would have to drive from Los Angeles to Peekskill, New York, to conduct it. I jumped at the chance to go along. In the summer of 1966—I was still twenty and proud that I would make it to New York City before I turned twenty-one—we installed a homemade cot in the back of my coughing blue windowless VW bus and drove across America without stopping. I was trying to write like E. E. Cummings, so my letters to my college girlfriend Nina, all highly romantic, goopy, and filled with references to flowers and stars, read like amateur versions of his poems.
Three days after we left Los Angeles, Phil and I arrived at Copland’s house, a low-slung A-frame with floor-to-ceiling windows, in a dappled forest by the road. We knocked on the door, Copland answered, and over his shoulder we saw a group of men sitting in the living room wearing what looked like skimpy black thongs. He escorted us back to a flagstone patio, where I had the demanding job of turning the tape recorder on and off while Phil asked questions about Copland’s creative process. We emerged a half hour later with the coveted interview and got in the car, never mentioning the men in skimpy black thongs, because, like trigonometry, we couldn’t quite comprehend it.
After a detour to Cambridge, Massachusetts, to cruise the home of my idol Cummings, we drove in to glorious Manhattan. Saucer-eyed, we hustled over to the Museum of Modern Art, where we saw, among the Cézannes and the Matisses, Dali’s famous painting of melting clocks, the shockingly tiny “Persistence of Memory.” We were dismayed to find that Warhol and Lichtenstein had not yet been ordained.
Before we left Cambridge, I sent this postcard to Nina:
Dear Nina,
Today, (about an hour ago) I stood in front of e. e. cummings’s home at Harvard; his wife is still living there—we saw her. But the most fantastic thing was when we asked directions to Irving Street, the person we asked said to tell Mrs. Cummings hello from the Jameses! She turned out to be William James’s great-granddaughter!
Then I added:
I have decided my act is going to go avant-garde. It is the only way to do what I want.
I’m not sure what I meant, but I wanted to use the lingo, and it was seductive to make these pronouncements. Through the years, I have learned that there is no harm in charging oneself up with delusions between moments of valid inspiration.
At the Ice House in Pasadena, I had met the comedian George McKelvey. George had an actual career and was quite funny. In reference to radio’s invisible crime fighter the Shadow, he would ask, “If you could be invisible, what would you do? [long pause] Fight crime?” He was in Aspen, Colorado, during spring break, about to work a small folk club, when he broke his leg skiing. Could I fill in for him? he asked. He generously offered me all his salary—I think it was three hundred dollars for the two weeks, which would be more than I had ever earned, anywhere, anytime. I was twenty-one years old when I headed for the freewheeling ski resort.
In March of 1967, I arrived at a prefab house just outside Aspen. Visiting entertainers were bunked there, and after I made my way through the crunchy snow and stowed my suitcase under my bed several of us introduced ourselves. One was my co-bill, John McClure, a lanky guitarist with an acute sense of humor. Wandering in later was a pretty waitress named Linda Byers, who, I assumed, would fall for me because of my carefully designed, poetry-quoting, artist’s persona, but who, to my surprise, chose John, and they formed a long-term relationship. Also in the house was one of the few English comedians working in America, Jonathan Moore, who played a bagpipe to open his act, scaring the audience with its ancient howl as he entered the club from behind them. Jonathan was older than the rest of us. He had been around, wore sunglasses indoors, and had the charm of a wellspoken cynic.
The night club, the Abbey Cellar on Galena Street, was a basement in the middle of town and hard even for us to find. John and I, in order to drum up business, left little cards on the tables in the upstairs restaurant that read “Steve Martin / John McClure, Entertainment Ordinaire,” which to me was hilariously funny but never seemed to be noticed as a joke.
Aspen was no place for poetry readings, and they were stripped permanently from my act. I was now doing my triptych of banjo playing, comedy, and magic. One evening at the Abbey Cellar, I had my first experience with a serious heckler, who, sitting at a front table with his wife and another straight-looking couple, stood up and said, “See if you think this is funny,” and threw a glass of red wine at me. The problem for him was that, at this point in the evening, the employees outnumbered the audience. A few seconds later, John McClure and the rough, tough Irish bartender appeared like centurions and escorted him out. Eventually, his friends slunk out, too. The expulsion had a downside: the audience was now smaller by two-thirds and in shock, and sat in stunned silence for the rest of my show. Later, I developed a few defensive lines to use against the unruly: “Oh, I remember when I had my first beer.” And if that didn’t cool them off I would use a psychological trick. I would lower my voice and continue with my act, talking almost inaudibly. The audience couldn’t hear the show, and they would shut the heckler up on their own.
My experience at the Abbey Cellar was important to me, but not as important as what was going on after hours. John and I shared a room, and Linda would join us for lengthy chats. What we discussed was the new Zeitgeist. I don’t know how it got to this bedroom in Aspen, but it was creeping everywhere simultaneously. I didn’t know its name yet but found out later that it was called Flower Power, and I was excited to learn that we were now living in the Age of Aquarius, an age when, at least astrologically, the world would be taken over by macramé. Anticorporate, individual, and freak-based, the new philosophy proposed that all we had to do was love each other and there would be no more wars or strife. Nothing could have seemed newer or more appealing. The word “love” was being tossed around as though only we insiders knew its definition. The vast numbers of us who changed our lives around this belief proved that, yes, it is possible to fool all of the people some of the time. But any new social philosophy is good for creativity. New music was springing up, new graphics twisted and swirled as if on LSD, and an older generation was being glacially inched aside to make room for the freshly weaned new one. (The art world, always contrarian, responded to psychedelia with monochrome and minimalism.) It was fun trying to “turn” a young conservative, which was easy because our music was better. I remember trying to convince a visiting member of the Dallas Ski Club that “Yummy, Yummy, Yummy (I’ve Got Love in My Tummy)” was not really a good song, no matter how much he liked it. After two weeks in Aspen, I went back to Los Angeles feeling like an anointed prophet, taking my friends aside and burping out the new philosophy.
I continued to pursue my studies and half believed I might try for a doctorate in philosophy and become a teacher (teaching is, after all, a form of show business). I’m not sure what the purpose of fooling myself was, but I toyed with the idea for several semesters. I concluded that not to continue with comedy would leave a question in my mind that would nag me for the rest of my life: Could I have had a career in performing? Everything was dragging me toward the arts; even the study of modern philosophy suggested that philosophy was nonsense. A classmate, Ron Barnette, and I spent hours engaged in late-night mind-altering dialogues in laundromats and parking lots, discussing Wittgenstein, whose investigations disallowed so many types of philosophical discussions that we became convinced that the very discussion we were having was impossible. Soon I felt that a career in the irrational world of creativity not only made sense but had moral purpose.
I was living several lives at once: I was a student at Long Beach State; I still worked at the Bird Cage Theatre; and at night I performed in various folk clubs with an eclectic, homemade comedy routine that was held together with wire and glue. I was still an opening act, and one of the clubs I played was Ledbetter’s, a comparatively classy beer-and-wine nightspot a few blocks from U.C.L.A. that catered to the college crowd. Fats Johnson, a jovial folksinger who dressed to kill in black suits with white ruffled shirts and wore elaborate rings on his guitar-strumming hand, often headlined the club. One night, I asked him about his philosophy of dressing for the stage. He said, firmly, “Always look better than they do.”
Now that most of my work was in Westwood, Long Beach State, forty miles away, seemed like Siberia. I transferred to U.C.L.A., so I could be closer to the action, and I took several courses there. One was an acting class, the kind that feels like prison camp and treats students like detainees who need to be broken; another was a course in television writing, which seemed practical. I also continued my studies in philosophy. I had done pretty well in symbolic logic at Long Beach, so I signed up for advanced symbolic logic at my new school. Saying that I was studying advanced symbolic logic at U.C.L.A. had a nice ring; what had been nerdy in high school now had mystique. On the first day of class, however, I discovered that U.C.L.A. used a different set of symbols from those I had learned at Long Beach. To catch up, I added Logic 101, which meant I was studying beginning logic and advanced logic at the same time. I was overwhelmed, and shocked to find that I couldn’t keep up. I abruptly changed my major to theatre and, free from the workload of my logic classes, took a relaxing inhale of crisp California air. But on the exhale I realized that I was now investing in no other future but show business.
Overnight, there were dozens of new people in my life. Pot smoking was de rigueur—this being the sixties—and even though I was armed with only a comedy act that was at best hit-and-miss, I was fearless and ready to go. Among the crowd of singers and musicians whose local fame I assumed was worldwide was a sylphlike figure, a nonsinger and nonmusician, who nonetheless seemed to be regarded quite highly in this small showbiz matrix. Her name was Melissa, but her friends called her Mitzi. She was twenty-one years old, with a Katharine Hepburn beauty and a similarly willowy frame. She was intelligent, energetic, and lit from within. Her hair was ash brown, and always at the end of one of her long and slender arms was a Nikon camera with a lens the size of a can of Campbell’s soup.
When her current romance withered, Mitzi and I became entwined. After several weeks of courtship, I was ready for family inspection, and she invited me to her parents’ house for dinner. Mitzi’s last name was Trumbo. Her father was the screenwriter Dalton Trumbo, one of the notorious Hollywood Ten, a group of writers and directors who were blacklisted during the Red scare of the late forties. During his congressional hearing, Trumbo vociferously challenged the right of his inquisitors to interrogate him, prompting a frustrated committee member to yell, “This is typical Communist tactics!” in a futile attempt to get him to shut up. It was Trumbo who wrote or co-wrote the screenplays for “Spartacus,” “Lonely Are the Brave,” “Hawaii,” “Exodus,” and “Papillon”; whose personal letters read like Swiftian essays; who had to flee to Mexico and stay for several years, writing under pseudonyms such as Sam Jackson and James Bonham in order to escape McCarthyism; and whom, at this stage in my tunnel-visioned life, I had never heard of.
From my perspective, Mitzi was a sophisticate. She had travelled. She was politically aware and had attended Reed College, in Oregon, a bastion of liberal thought. Her intelligence was informed by her family history. When I went to dinner at her home in the Hollywood Hills, I did not know that the months I would spend in this family’s graces would broaden my life.
My first glimpse of Dalton Trumbo revealed an engrossed intellect—not finessing his latest screenplay but sorting the seeds and stems from a brick of pot. “Pop smokes marijuana,” Mitzi explained, “with the wishful thought of cutting down on his drinking.” Sometimes, from their balcony, I would see Trumbo walking laps around the perimeter of the pool. He held a small counter in one hand and clicked it every time he passed the diving board. These health walks were compromised by the cigarette he constantly held in his other hand.
Dalton Trumbo was the first raconteur I ever met. The family dinners—frequented by art dealers, actors, and artists of all kinds, including the screenwriters Hugo Butler and Ring Lardner, Jr., and the director George Roy Hill—were lively, political, and funny. I had never been in a house where conversations were held during dinner or where food was placed before me after being prepared behind closed doors. It was also the first time I ever heard swear words spoken by adults in front of their offspring. Lyndon Johnson’s Vietnam bombing policy dominated the conversation, and the government’s ironfisted response to war protesters rankled the dinner guests, since the Hollywood Ten were all familiar with oppression. Trumbo had a patriarchal delivery whether he was on a rant or discussing art or slinging wit, but nothing he said was élitist—though I do remember him saying, as he spread his arms to indicate the china and silver serving ladles, “Admittedly, we do live well.”
The Trumbo house was modern, built on a hillside, and extended down three floors into a ravine. The walls in the living room give me my most vivid memory of the house, for they were covered with art. Political art. I had never seen real paintings in a house, and this might have been where my own inclination toward owning pictures began. In the dining room was a William Gropper, depicting members of the House Un-American Activities Committee grotesquely outlined in fluorescent green against a murky background. There was a Raphael Soyer, a Moses Soyer, and a Jack Levine painting of Hindenburg making Hitler chancellor. These artists are obscure today but not forgotten. Gropper’s art depicted politicos as porcine bullies, and Jack Levine’s well-brushed social realism had a biting edge that fit the politics of the family perfectly.
One afternoon, on the way to the Trumbo house, Mitzi warned me, “Pop’s in a bad mood today. He’s got a screenplay due in four days and he hasn’t started it yet.” The screenplay was for the movie “The Fixer,” starring Alan Bates. Eventually, the work got done and the movie was ready to shoot. Trumbo encouraged Mitzi to join him, and she was whisked off to Budapest. After I’d received several charming letters from her and then noticed a lag in the regularity of their arrival, Mitzi sent me a gentle and direct Dear John letter. She had been swept away by the director John Frankenheimer, who, twenty years later, tried and failed to seduce my then wife, Victoria Tennant, whom he was directing in a movie. Mitzi was simply too alluring to be left alone in a foreign country, and I was too hormonal to be left alone in Hollywood. Incidentally, Frankenheimer died a few years ago, but it was not I who killed him.
By now I had ingratiated myself with enough folk clubs that I wondered if I could possibly support myself without the security of my steady job at Knott’s Berry Farm. Bumping up against age twenty-two, I looked around the Bird Cage and saw actors who had been working there fifteen years and counting, and I knew it could be a trap for me. With some trepidation, I gave notice. Stormie was gone, John Stuart and Paul Shackleton were gone, too, so there were no actual tearful goodbyes. Handshakes with George and Woody. Three years after I had started at the Bird Cage, I slipped away almost unnoticed.
A few years ago, after giving in to a sentimental urge to visit Knott’s Berry Farm and the little theatre where I got my start, I found myself in the deserted lobby of the Bird Cage, long since closed. It looked as though time had stopped the day I left. On one wall were photos from various productions, some of them including me as resident goofball. I tugged on the theatre door; it was locked. I was about to give up when I remembered a back entrance in the employees-only area, a clunky, oversized wooden gate that rarely locked because it was so rickety. I sneaked behind the theatre and opened the door, which, for the millionth time, had failed to latch. The darkened theatre flooded with sunlight, and I stepped inside and quickly shut the door. Light filtered in from the canvas roof, giving the Bird Cage a dim, golden hue. There I was, standing in a memory frozen in amber, and I experienced an overwhelming rush of sadness.
I went backstage and had a muscle memory of how to raise and lower the curtain, tying it off with a looping knot shown to me on my first day of work. I fiddled with the sole lighting rheostat, as antique as Edison. I stood on the stage and looked out at the empty theatre and was overcome by the feeling of today being pressed into yesterday. I didn’t realize how much this place had meant to me.
Driving home along the Santa Ana Freeway, I was unnerved. I asked myself what it was that had made this place capable of inducing in me such a powerful nostalgic shock. The answer floated clearly into my mind, as though I had asked the question of a Magic 8-Ball: I wanted to be there again—if only for a day—indulging in high spirits and high jinks, before I turned professional, before comedy became serious. ♦
— Steve Martin is an Actor, a Musician, and a Writer. He published a Memoir about his career, “Number One Is Walking,” Illustrated By Harry Bliss.
Happy Birthday, the “Wishaw Wizard” Snooker player John Higgins who turns 47 today.
Turning professional in 1992, by the 1994/1995 season he was the first teenager to win three ranking events in a season. In just his third season he had climbed to number 11 in the rankings.
In the 1996 UK Championship he lost 10-9 in the final to the then six time World Champion Stephen Hendry. Two years later, after a then-tournament record 14 centuries, he won his first World Championship by beating defending champion Ken Doherty 18-12. The win saw him ranked World Number 1 for the first time, ending the eight year reign of Hendry.
He added the UK Championship and the Masters the following season to become just the third player after Davis and Hendry to hold the Triple Crown of World, UK and Masters titles simultaneously.
In terms of World Championship wins in the modern era Higgins is fifth behind some of snookers greats, Stephen Hendry (7), Steve Davis (6), Ray Reardon (6) and Ronnie O'Sullivan (7). He narrowly missed out a fifth title after a great comeback, losing 18-16 o Mark Williams in 2018.
In 2019 he again went all the way in the World Championship final, his eighth Crucible final but loses it for the third time in a row, beaten 18-9 by Judd Trump.
Higgins has been married to Denise since 2000; they have three children together: sons Pierce and Oliver, and daughter Claudia. In February 2010, the couple appeared on ITV’s Mr. and Mrs and reached the final after answering 9 questions correctly out of 9 to win £30,000 They donated the money to The Dalziel Centre – a day hospice for cancer patients, based at Strathclyde Hospital in Motherwell, of which Higgins became a patron after they cared for his terminally ill father.
Lat month John went out of the World Championship in the semi-final to the eventual winner Ronnie O'Sullivan
He has won 31 career ranking titles, putting him in third place on the all-time list of ranking event winners, behind Ronnie O'Sullivan (39) and Stephen Hendry(36). John finished the season ranked fifth in the world.
We suspect that Raymond Pitcairn, son of Scottish immigrant John Pitcairn, would have approved of International Bagpipe Day. And we love this photo of bagpiper Gus Person playing at the top of Glencairn’s tower! (Photo courtesy of Martin Reardon Photography)
Sorrowful Jones is a remake of the 1934 Shirley Temple film, Little Miss Marker. In the film, a young girl is left with the notoriously cheap Sorrowful Jones (Bob Hope) as a marker for a bet. When her father does not return, he learns that taking care of a child interferes with his free-wheeling lifestyle. Lucille Ball plays a nightclub singer who is dating Sorrowful's boss.
Although the official opening night in Hollywood took place on Independence Day 1949, it was premiered in New York City a month earlier, and seen in Australia on June 24, 1949.
Directed by Sidney Lanfield
Produced by Robert L. Welch
Written by Edmund Hartmann and Melville Shavelson based on a story by Damon Runyon
CREDITED CAST
Lucille Ball (Gladys) was born on August 6, 1911 in Jamestown, New York. She began her screen career in 1933 and was known in Hollywood as ‘Queen of the B’s’ due to her many appearances in ‘B’ movies. With Richard Denning, she starred in a radio program titled “My Favorite Husband” which eventually led to the creation of “I Love Lucy,” a television situation comedy in which she co-starred with her real-life husband, Latin bandleader Desi Arnaz. The program was phenomenally successful, allowing the couple to purchase what was once RKO Studios, re-naming it Desilu. When the show ended in 1960 (in an hour-long format known as “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”) so did Lucy and Desi’s marriage. In 1962, hoping to keep Desilu financially solvent, Lucy returned to the sitcom format with “The Lucy Show,” which lasted six seasons. She followed that with a similar sitcom “Here’s Lucy” co-starring with her real-life children, Lucie and Desi Jr., as well as Gale Gordon, who had joined the cast of “The Lucy Show” during season two. Before her death in April 1989, Lucy made one more attempt at a sitcom with “Life With Lucy,” also with Gordon, which was not a success and was canceled after just 13 episodes. She died on April 26, 1989 at the age of 77.
Ball's singing voice is provided by Annette Warren, who also sang for her in Fancy Pants and later provided the singing voice for Ava Gardner in Show Boat. Her first screen dubbing was for Lured featuring Lucille Ball, although Warren did not dub Lucy’s voice. She provided the singing voice for Pepper (Iris Adrian) in the Bob Hope film The Paleface (1947).
Bob Hope (Sorrowful Jones) was born Lesley Townes Hope in England in 1903. During his extensive career in virtually all forms of media he received five honorary Academy Awards. In 1945, Desi Arnaz was the orchestra leader on Bob Hope’s radio show. Ball and Hope did three other films together. He appeared as himself on the season 6 opener of “I Love Lucy.” He did a brief cameo in a 1964 episode of “The Lucy Show.” He died in 2003 at age 100.
Mary Jane Saunders (Martha Jane) makes her film debut. She went on to do a season of TV’s “Tales of the Welles Fargo” (1960-61) and made two appearances on “My Three Sons”: one with William Frawley and one with William Demarest.
William Demarest (Regret) is best remembered as Uncle Charlie on “My Three Sons,” a role created after the death of William Frawley. Demarest and Frawley appeared together on screen in The Farmer’s Daughter (1940). He was nominated for an Academy Award in the biography, The Jolson Story (1946). Demarest did two other films with Lucille Ball: Fugitive Lady (1934) and Don’t Tell The Wife (1937). He died in 1983 at age 91.
Bruce Cabot (Big Steve) appeared with Lucille Ball in 1934′s Men of the Night. In 1950, he joined Hope and Ball once again in Fancy Pants. His main claim to fame is rescuing Fay Wray from King Kong (1933).
Tom Pedi (Once Over Sam) did one season of the short-lived sitcom “Arnie” (1970-71). He was in the 1980 remake of Little Miss Marker, upon which Sorrowful Jones is based.
Paul Lees (Orville Smith) was blinded by enemy artillery during his service in World War II. He received 32 military decorations and ribbons, including the Legion of Merit. Despite his lack of vision, Lees learned to act and signed a contract with Paramount. He would memorize script dialog by having someone read it to him twice.
Houseley Stevenson (Doc Chesley) was a British-born character actor who had just finished doing The Paleface with Bob Hope.
Ben Weldon (Big Steve’s Bodyguard) appeared on “I Love Lucy” as the thief who breaks in to the Ricardo apartment to steal “The Fur Coat” (ILL S1;E9). He was seen in a season one episode of “The Lucy Show.”
Emmett Vogan (Psychiatrist) did four movies with Lucille Ball previous to this one. In 1954 he played Mr. Bolton in The Long, Long Trailer.
Thomas Gomez (Reardon) was an Oscar nominee for Ride the Pink Horse the previous year. In 1953 he was seen as Pasquale #2 on CBS’s “Life With Luigi”.
He did a 1964 episode of “My Three Sons” with William Demarest.
UNCREDITED CAST (with connections to Lucille Ball)
Ethel Bryant (Nurse) was also seen with Lucille Ball in Broadway Bill (1934), another film involving a racehorse.
John Butler (Jack - Bettor on Green Diamond) was also seen with Lucille Ball in The Affairs of Annabel (1938).
Bill Cartledge (First Jockey) was also seen with Lucille Ball in The Joy of Living (1938).
Maurice Cass (Psychiatrist) was also seen with Lucille Ball (and John Butler) in The Affairs of Annabel (1938).
Michael Cirillo (Horse Player) joined Bob Hope in Paleface and Son of Paleface as well as Critic’s Choice with Hope and Ball in 1963.
Charles Cooley (Shorty) was seen with Hope and Ball in Fancy Pants (1950) as well as a dozen other Bob Hope films. He also was a regular on “The Bob Hope Show” on television.
James Dearing (Spectator) was in eight other Lucille Ball films between 1936 and 1954.
Jay Eaton (Horse Player) was in eight other Lucille Ball films between 1937 and 1946.
Chuck Hamilton (Police Officer) was seen in the background of eight other Lucille Ball films from 1937 to 1950.
Selmer Jackson (Doctor) was in six other Lucille Ball films between 1933 and 1949.
Kenner G. Kemp (Bookmaker) was in seven other Lucille Ball films between 1936 and 1960 as well as doing background work on a 1965 episode of “The Lucy Show.”
Bob Kortman (Horse Player) was in four other Lucille Ball films between 1934 and 1950.
George Magrill (Horse Player) makes the last of his nine film appearances with Lucille Ball. He started in 1933 with Broadway Thru A Keyhole.
John Mallon (Horse Player) was also seen with Hope and Ball in Fancy Pants (1950).
John ‘Skins’ Miller (Jockey) was also seen with Hope and Ball in Fancy Pants (1950) and previously with Ball in The Big Street (1942).
Frank Mills (Horse Player) makes the last of his ten film appearances with Lucille Ball. He started in 1933 with The Bowery.
Ralph Montgomery (Horse Player) was one of the policeman on the scene in “Lucy Goes To The Hospital” (ILL S2;E16) in 1953.
Ralph Peters (Taxi Driver) was also seen with Lucille Ball in The Big Street (1942).
Suzanne Ridgeway (Nightclub Patron) was also seen with Lucille Ball in That’s Right - You’re Wrong (1939) and The Magic Carpet (1951).
Arthur Space (Plainclothes Policeman) was in four other films with Lucille Ball between 1945 and 1950.
Bert Stevens (Nightclub Patron) was a background player in four Lucille Ball films as well as one episode of “I Love Lucy,” and many of “The Lucy Show.”
Sid Tomack (Waiter at Steve’s Place) was also seen in The Fuller Brush Girl (1950) with Lucille Ball.
Harry Tyler (Blinky) did three other films with Lucille Ball between 1937 and 1950.
Walter Winchell (Himself, Voice Over) was a journalist and radio host who was the narrator of Desilu’s “The Untouchables.” He also joined the cast in their satire of the series on “Lucy The Gun Moll” (TLS S4;E25).
The film was made at Paramount Studios in Hollywood, with location shooting in New York City. This was Lucille Ball’s 70th film!
The New York Times, August 16, 1947. Note that Lucille Ball is not mentioned. (Thanks to @ericthelibrarian for the scan)
THE STORY
Sorrowful Jones (Bob Hope) is a New York bookie who keeps his operation hidden behind a trap door in a Broadway barber shop. He suffers a financial setback when a horse named Dreamy Joe, owned by gangster Big Steve Holloway (Bruce Cabot), unexpectedly wins a race and Jones has to pay all the bettors.
Jones learns that the race was fixed by Big Steve, who tells him about giving the horse a "speedball." It turns out Big Steve has informed all the bookies in his circle of friends about the fixed race, and demands a sum of $1,000 from each one of them in exchange for this information.
Before the next race, Jones learns Dreamy Joe will lose, but still takes bets on the horse from his customers. He even takes a bet from gambler Orville Smith (Paul Lees), who leaves his four-year-old daughter Martha Jane (Mary Jane Saunders) as collateral. Orville overhears a phone call where Big Steve reveals that the race is fixed, so he is killed by one of Big Steve's goons, Once Over Sam (Tom Pedi). Jones is forced to take care of Martha Jane and brings her home with him.
The next day Jones gets help from his ex-girlfriend, burlesque performer Gladys O'Neill (Lucille Ball).
Big Steve tells Jones he is being investigated by the racing commission so he is quitting the race-fixing business. Big Steve plans to make one final race before he gets out of the game, where he is fixing it so that Dreamy Joe will win. He also transfers the ownership of the horse to Martha Jane, unaware that she is Orville's daughter. After the race, Big Steve will kill the horse by giving it a high dose of "speedball."
Jones tries to find Martha Jane's mother, but discovers she is dead. Gladys suggests that Jones give all of Dreamy Joe's winnings to Martha Jane to help her survive, or she will contact the police and tell them about Jones' operation. She has no knowledge of Big Steve's plan to fix the race.
Big Steve finds out that Martha Jane is Orville's daughter, so Jones must hide her to protect her from being killed. When hiding on a fire escape's landing, Martha Jane falls down and is seriously injured. In a coma, the little girl calls out for Dreamy Joe.
In order to save Martha Jane and wake her up, Jones and his partner Regret (William Demarest) steal the horse from Big Steve at the race track. They take it into the hospital room where Martha Jane lies. Martha Jane wakes up and the police find out that Big Steve is responsible for Orville's murder.
After Big Steve is arrested, Jones proposes to Gladys. The police want Martha Jane to be placed in an orphanage, but Jones and Gladys, who have married, decide to adopt the girl. They go away on their honeymoon together with their newly adopted daughter.
TRIVIA & BACKGROUND
“Little Miss Marker” (1932), a short story by Damon Runyon, inspired the film Sorrowful Jones.
Damon Runyon’s 1940 short story “Little Pinks” served as the basis for the Lucille Ball / Henry Fonda film The Big Street (1942).
Little Miss Marker (1934) starring Adolphe Menjou as Sorrowful Jones and Dorothy Dell as Bangles Carson. Shirley Temple as Marthy Jane. The film was directed by Alexander Hall, Lucille Ball’s one-time fiance.
Sorrowful Jones (1947) starring Bob Hope as Sorrowful Jones and Lucille Ball as Gladys O’Neill. Mary Jane Saunders as Martha Jane.
40 Pounds of Trouble (1962) starring Tony Curtis as Steve McCluskey and Suzanne Pleshette as Chris Lockwood. Claire Wilcox as Penelope Piper.
Little Miss Marker (1980) starring Walter Matthau as Sorrowful Jones and Julie Andrews as Amanda Worthington. Sarah Stimson as the Kid.
"Lux Radio Theater" broadcast a 60 minute radio adaptation of the movie on November 21, 1949 with Bob Hope and Lucille Ball reprising their film roles.
“Havin' a Wonderful Wish (Time You Were Here)” by Jay Livingston with lyrics by Ray Evans is sung by Lucille Ball (dubbed by Annette Warren).
“Miss Beverley Hills of Hollywood” comic book issue #6, January / February 1947 promoted the film. Lucille Ball still is purporting to have been born in Butte, Montana. Here her birth date is also incorrect: August 6, not August 8. Note how much the Drama Teacher resembles Lucy’s mother, Dede Ball.
Lucille Ball advertising both Armstrong Tires and Sorrowful Jones.
Lucille Ball advertising Sealright Sanitary Containers using Sorrowful Jones.
In “The Bob Hope Christmas Special” (1973) Lucy opens a small wooden box and removes a lock of Hope’s hair she says she snipped from his head when they were making Sorrowful Jones together.
The film was mentioned when Lucille Ball and Bob Hope guested on “Dinah!” in 1977.
In 1989, after Ball’s passing, a clip from the film was incorporated into “Bob Hope’s Love Affair With Lucy.”
The X-Files - Theef ** WINNER **
Cheri Montesanto Medcalf, Head Makeup Artist; Kevin Westmore, LaVerne Basham, Gregory Funk, Cindy Williams, Makeup Artists
also nominated: Angel, MadTV, Star Trek: Voyager, That 70s Show
Outstanding Visual Effects For A Series
The X-Files - First Person Shooter ** WINNER **
Bill Millar, Visual Effects Producer; Deena Burkett, Visual Effects Supervisor; Monique Klauer, Visual Effects Coordinator; Don Greenberg, Jeff Zaman, Steve Scott, Steve Strassburger, Visual Effects Compositors; Cory Strassburger, Visual Effects Animator
The X-Files - Rush
Bill Millar, Visual Effects Producer; Deena Burkett, Visual Effects Supervisor; Monique Klauer, Visual Effects Coordinators; Don Greenberg, Visual Effects Compositor
also nominated: Star Trek: Voyager, Star Trek: Voyager, Stargate SG-1,
Outstanding Sound Mixing For A Series
The X-Files - First Person Shooter ** WINNER **
Steve Cantamessa, Production Mixer; David J. West, Harry Andronis, Ray O’Reilly, Re-Recording Mixers
also nominated: ER, Law & Order, NYPD Blue, The Sopranos, The West Wing
Outstanding Sound Editing For A Series
The X-Files - First Person Shooter
Thierry J. Couturier, Sound Supervisor; Cecilia Perna, Sound Effects Editor; Debby Ruby-Winsberg, Donna Beltz, Jay Levine, Ken Gladden, Mike Kimball, Stuart Calderon, Susan Welsh, Sound Editors; Jeff Charbonneau, Music Editor; Mike Salvetta, Sharon Michaels, Foley Artists
Winner: Third Watch
also nominated: ER, The Others, Star Trek: Voyager
Outstanding Music Composition For A Series (Dramatic Underscore)
The X-Files - Theef
Mark Snow
Winner: Xena: Warrior Princess
also nominated: Falcone, Felicity, Star Trek: Voyager
1999-2000 Screen Actor's Guild Awards
These are the X-Files related nominations for the 1999-2000 Screen Actor's Guild Awards. The awards were be presented on Sunday, March 12, 2000 and aired on TNT (Turner Network Television).
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series
David Duchovny
Winner: James Gandolfini (The Sopranos)
also nominated: Dennis Franz (NYPD Blue), Rick Schroder (NYPD Blue), Martin Sheen (The West Wing)
Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Drama Series
Gillian Anderson
Winner: Edie Falco (The Sopranos)
also nominated: Lorraine Bracco (The Sopranos), Nancy Marchand (The Sopranos), Annie Potts (Any Day Now)
1999-2000 Miscellaneous Awards
Publicists Guild of America
Television Showmanship Award
Chris Carter ** WINNER **
for the "exceptional impact" Carter has had on TV.
TV Guide Awards
Favorite Actor in a Drama
David Duchovny
Winner: David James Elliot (JAG)
also nominated: Dennis Franz (NYPD Blue), Sam Waterston (Law & Order)
Favorite Actress in a Drama
Gillian Anderson
Winner: Melina Kanakaredes (Providence)
also nominated: Roma Downey (Touched by an Angel), Julianna Margulies (ER)
Favorite Sci-Fi/Fantasy Show (online category)
X-Files
Winner: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
also nominated: Charmed
Art Director Guild Awards
Television Series
X-Files - Amor Fati
also nominated: The Magnificent Seven (Chinatown), Roswell (Monster), Star Trek Voyager (11:59), West Wing (Pilot)
First Annual Hollywood Makeup Artists and Hair Stylists Guild Awards
Best Period Makeup - Television (For a Single Episode of a Regular Series - Sitcom, Drama, or Daytime)
X-Files - Triangle ** WINNER **
Cheri Montesanto-Medcalf, Kevin Westmore and LaVerne Basham
also nominated: Rude Awakenings (Between a Rock Star and Hard Place), Freaks & Geeks (Pilot), Providence (He's Come Undone)
Best Character Makeup - Television
X-Files - Two Fathers/One Son
Cheri Montesanto-Medcalf and Kevin Westmore
also nominated: Mad TV (Episode #505), Mad TV (Episode #507), Providence (He's Come Undone)
American Society of Cinematographers
Outstanding Achievement in Cinematography in Regular Series
Bill Roe, The X-Files, Agua Mala ** WINNER **
British Independant Film Awards
Best Actress
Gillian Anderson (House of Mirth) ** WINNER **
also nominated: Kate Ashfield (The Low Down), Brenda Blethyn (Saving Grace), Julie Walters (Billy Elliot), Emily Watson (The Luzhin Defence)
These are the X-Files related nominations for the 1999 Emmy Awards (for the period of June 1, 1998 through May 31, 1999). The awards were televised by Fox on Sunday, September 12th, 1999.
The Creative Arts Awards were given out on August 28, 1999.
Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series
Gillian Anderson as Dana Scully
Winner Edie Falco (The Sopranos)
also nominated: Lorraine Bracco (The Sopranos), Christine Lahti (Chicago Hope), Julianna Margulies (ER)
Outstanding Makeup for a Series
The X-Files - Two Fathers/One Son Parts I & II ** WINNER **
Cheri Montesanto-Medcalf, Head Makeup Artist; Laverne Basham, Makeup Artist for Duchovny & Anderson; John Vulich, Makeup Effects Artist; Kevin Westmore, Greg Funk, John Wheaton, Mark Shostrom, Rick Stratton, Jake Garber, Craig Reardon, Fionagh Cush, Steve LaPorte, Kevin Haney, Jane Aull, Peri Sorel, Jeanne Van Phue, Julie Socash, Makeup Artists
also nominated: Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Saturday Night Live, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Tracey Takes On...
Outstanding Art Direction for a Series
The X-Files - One Son
Corey Kaplan - Production Designer, Lauren Polizzi & Sandy Getzler - Art Directors, Tim Stepeck - Set Decorator
Winner Buddy Faro
also nominated: Ally McBeal, The Sopranos, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Outstanding Cinematography for a Series
The X-Files - The Unnatural
Bill Roe - Director of Photography
Winner Felicity
also nominated: Chicago Hope, JAG, The Practice
Outstanding Single-Camera Picture Editing for a Series
The X-Files - S.R. 819
Heather MacDougall - Editor
Winner The Sopranos
also nominated: Ally McBeal, ER
Outstanding Music Composition for a Series (Dramatic Underscore)
The X-Files - S.R. 819
Mark Snow - Composer
Winner Invasion America
also nominated: Fantasy Island, The Simpsons, Xena: Warrior Princess
Outstanding Guest Actress in a Drama Series
Veronica Cartwright as Cassandra Spender (Two Fathers & One Son)
Winner Debra Monk (NYPD Blue)
also nominated: Patty Duke (Touched by an Angel), Julia Roberts (Law & Order), Marion Ross (Touched by an Angel)
Outstanding Sound Editing for a Series
The X-Files - Triangle
Thierry J. Couturier, Supervising Sound Editor; Stuart Calderon, Michael Goodman, Jay Levine, Maciek Malish, George Nemzer, Cecilia Perna, Chris Reeves, Gabrielle Reeves, Sound Editors; Jeff Charbonneau, Music Editor; Gary Marullo, Mike Salvetta, Foley Artists
Winner ER
also nominated: Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The Pretender, The Sopranos
These are the X-Files related nominations & awards for the 1999 Golden Globes.
Best TV Series - Drama
The X-Files
Winner The Practice
also nominated: ER, Felicity, Law & Order
Best Performance by an Actress in a TV Series - Drama
Gillian Anderson
Winner Keri Russell (Felicity)
also nominated: Julianna Margulies (ER), Kim Delaney (NYPD Blue), Roma Downey (Touched by an Angel)
Best Performance by an Actor in a TV Series - Drama
David Duchovny
Winner Dylan McDermott
also nominated: Anthony Edwards (ER), Lance Henrickson (Millennium), Jimmy Smitts (NYPD Blue)
These are the X-Files related nominations & awards for the 1998-1999 Screen Actor's Guild Awards.
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series
David Duchovny
Winner Sam Waterston (Law & Order)
also nominated: Anthony Edwards (ER), Dennis Franz (NYPD Blue), Jimmy Smits (NYPD Blue)
Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Drama Series
Gillian Anderson
Winner Julianna Margulies (ER)
also nominated: Kim Delaney (NYPD Blue), Christine Lahti (Chicago Hope), Annie Potts (Any Day Now)
Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series:
The X-Files
Gillian Anderson, William B. Davis, David Duchovny, Chris Owens, James Pickens Jr, Mitch Pileggi
Winner ER
also nominated: Law & Order, NYPD Blue, The Practice
Viewers for Quality Television:
Best Actress in a Quality Drama
Gillian Anderson, The X-Files ** WINNER **
Academy of Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror (Saturn Awards):
Best Series on Network TV
The X-Files ** WINNER **
Funniest Male Guest Appearance in a Television Series
David Duchovny, The Larry Sanders Show ** WINNER **
Producer's Guild of America Awards
The Vision Award for Artistic Achievement
Chris Carter, The X-Files ** WINNER **
TV Guide Awards
Favorite Actor in a Drama
David Duchovny, The X-Files ** WINNER **
Favorite Actress in a Drama
Gillian Anderson, The X-Files - nominee
(online) Best Dressed - Drama
David Duchovny, The X-Files ** WINNER **
(online) Sexiest Male - Drama
David Duchovny, The X-Files ** WINNER **
Directors's Guild of America Awards
Outstanding Directorial Achievement in Dramatic Series
Chris Carter, The X-Files, Triangle - nominee
American Society of Cinematographers
Outstanding Achievement in Cinematography in Regular Series
Bill Roe, The X-Files, Drive ** WINNER **
Outstanding Achievement in Cinematography in Regular Series
Joel Ransom, The X-Files, Travelers - nominee
BAFTA Awards
Best International Programme or Series
The X-Files ** WINNER **
These are the X-Files related nominations & awards for the 1998 Emmy Awards (for the period of June 1, 1997 through May 31, 1998). The awards were presented Sunday, September 13th, on NBC, and the "Creative Arts" Awards were televised on TV Land September 11th.
Congratulations to the X-Files for being the most nominated television series (tied with ER -- both with 16 nominations)!
Outstanding Drama Series
The X-Files
Winner The Practice
also nominated: ER, Law & Order, NYPD Blue
Outstanding Lead Actor in a Drama Series
David Duchovny as Fox Mulder episode - Redux II
Winner Andre Braugher
also nominated: Anthony Edwards, Dennis Franz, Jimmy Smits
Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series
Gillian Anderson as Dana Scully
Winner Christine Lahti
also nominated: Roma Downey, Julianna Margulies, Jane Seymore
Outstanding Writing for a Drama Series
The X-Files - Post-Modern Prometheus
Chris Carter - Writer
Winner NYPD Blue
also nominated: Homicide: Life on the Street, NYPD Blue, The Practice
Outstanding Directing for a Drama Series
The X-Files - Post-Modern Prometheus
Chris Carter - Director
Winner (tie) Brooklyn South & NYPD Blue
also nominated: Chicago Hope, ER
Outstanding Art Direction for a Series
The X-Files - Post-Modern Prometheus ** WINNER **
Graeme Murray - Production Designer, Greg Loewen - Art Directory, Shirley Inget - Set Decorator
also nominated: Ally McBeal, Dharma & Greg, Nothing Sacred, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Outstanding Single-Camera Picture Editing for a Series
The X-Files - Kill Switch ** WINNER **
Heather MacDougall - Editor
The X-Files - Mind's Eye
Casey Rohrs - Editor
The X-Files - Post-Modern Prometheus
Lynne Willingham - Editor
also nominated: Ally McBeal, Chicago Hope, ER
Outstanding Guest Actress in a Drama Series
Veronica Cartwright as Cassandra Spender (Patient X & The Red and the Black)
Lili Taylor as Marty Glenn (Mind's Eye)
Winner Cloris Leachman
also nominated: Swoosie Kurtz, Alfre Woodard
Outstanding Cinematography for a Series
The X-Files - Post-Modern Prometheus
Joel Ransom - Director of Photography
Winner Law & Order
also nominated: Chicago Hope, Earth: Final Conflict, JAG
Outstanding Sound Editing for a Series
The X-Files - The Red and the Black
Thierry Couturier - Supervising Sound Editor; Maciek Malish, M.P.S.E., Jay Levine, Gabrielle Reeves, Michael Goodman, Ira Leslie, M.P.S.E., Chris Fradkin, Rick Henson, M.P.S.E., Michael Kimball - Sound Editors; Jeff Charbonneau - Music Editor; Gary Marullo, Mike Salvetta - Foley Artists
Winner ER
also nominated: Millennium, Soldier of Fortune, Inc., The Visitor
Outstanding Sound Mixing for a Drama Series
The X-Files - The Red and the Black
Michael Williamson - Production Mixer; David J. West, Harry T. Andronis, Kurt Kassulke - Re-Recording Mixers
Winner Chicago Hope
also nominated: ER, ER, NYPD Blue
Outstanding Makeup for a Series
The X-Files - Post-Modern Prometheus
Laverne Basham, Pearl Loule - Makeup Artists, Toby Lindala, Dave Coughtry, Rachel Griffin, Robin Lindala, Leanne Rae Podavin, Brad Proctor, Geoff Redknap, Tony Wohlgemuth, Wayne Dang, Vince Yoshida - Prosthetic Makeup Artists
Winner Buffy the Vampire Slayer
also nominated: Babylon 5, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Tracey Takes On...
Outstanding Music Composition for a Series (Dramatic Underscore)
The X-Files - Post-Modern Prometheus
Mark Snow - Composer
Winner Buffy the Vampire Slayer
also nominated: Roar, The Simpsons, Stargate SG-1
Honorable Mention -- since he is an X-Files character, after all:
Outstanding Guest Actor in a Drama Series
Charles Nelson Reilly as Jose Chung - Millennium (Jose Chung's Doomsday Defense)
Winner John Larroquette (The Practice)
also nominated: Bruce Davidson (Touched by an Angel), Vincent D'Onofrio (Homicide: Life on the Streets), Charles Durning (Homicide: Life on the Streets)
These are the X-Files related nominations & awards for the 1998 Golden Globes.
Best TV Series - Drama
The X-Files ** WINNER **
also nominated: Chicago Hope, NYPD Blue, ER, Law & Order
Best Performance by an Actress in a TV Series - Drama
Gillian Anderson
Winner Christine Lahti (Chicago Hope)
also nominated: Julianna Margulies (ER), Kim Delaney (NYPD Blue), Roma Downey (Touched by an Angel)
Best Performance by an Actor in a TV Series - Drama
David Duchovny
Winner Anthony Edwards (ER)
also nominated: George Clooney (ER), Lance Henrickson (Millennium), Kevin Anderson (Nothing Sacred)
These are the X-Files related nominations & awards for the 1997 Emmy Awards (for the period of June 1, 1996 through May 31, 1997).
Outstanding Drama Series
The X-Files
Winner Law & Order
also nominated: Chicago Hope, ER, NYPD Blue
Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series
Gillian Anderson as Dana Scully ** WINNER **
also nominated: Christine Lahti (Chicago Hope), Julianna Margulies (ER), Sherry Stringfield (ER), Roma Downey (Touched by an Angel)
Outstanding Lead Actor in a Drama Series
David Duchovny as Fox Mulder
Winner Dennis Franz (NYPD Blue)
also nominated: Anthony Edwards, Sam Waterston, Jimmy Smits
Outstanding Writing for a Drama Series
The X-Files - Memento Mori
Chris Carter - Writer; Vince Gilligan - Writer, John Shiban - Writer, Frank Spotnitz - Writer
Winner NYPD Blue
also nominated: ER, ER, NYPD Blue
Outstanding Directing for a Drama Series
The X-Files - Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man
James Wong - Director
WinnerNYPD Blue
also nominated: ER, ER, ER
Outstanding Art Direction for a Series
The X-Files - Memento Mori ** WINNER **
Graeme Murray - Production Designer, Gary P. Allen - Art Director, Shirley Inget - Set Decorator
also nominated: 7th Heaven, The Drew Carey Show, NYPD Blue, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Outstanding Music Composition for a Series (Dramatic Underscore)
The X-Files - Paper Hearts
Mark Snow - Composer
Winner The Cape
also nominated: Early Edition, Orleans, Xena: Warrior Princess
Outstanding Sound Editing for a Series
The X-Files - Tempus Fugit ** WINNER **
Stuart Calderon, Sound Editor; Jeff Charbonneau, Music Editor; Thierry J. Couturier, Sound Supervisor; Chris Fradkin, Sound Editor; Ira Leslie, Sound Editor; Jay Levine, Sound Editor; Maciek Malish, Sound Editor; Gary Marullo, Foley Artist; Chris Reeves, Sound Editor; Debby Ruby-Winsburg, Sound Editor; Mike Salvetta, Foley Artist; Susan Welsh, Sound Editor
also nominated: The Cape, Chicago Hope, Nash Bridges, Profiler
Outstanding Sound Mixing for a Drama Series
The X-Files - Tempus Fugit
Harry Andronis, Re-Recording Mixer; Nello Torri, Re-Recording Mixer; David West, Re-Recording Mixer; Michael Williamson, Production Mix
Winner ER
also nominated: Law & Order, Star Trek, Voyager, NYPD Blue
Outstanding Single-Camera Picture Editing for a Series
The X-Files - Tempus Fugit
Heather MacDougall - Editor
The X-Files - Terma
Jim Gross - Editor
Winner ER
also nominated: Chicago Hope, ER, Law & Order
Outstanding Makeup for a Series
The X-Files - Leonard Betts
Laverne Basham, Makeup Artist; Toby Lindala, Effects Makeup Artist
Winner Tracey Takes On...
also nominated: Babylon 5, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
These are the X-Files related nominations & awards for the 1997 Golden Globes.
Congratulations to the X-Files for winning every category they were nominated in!!
Best TV Series - Drama
The X-Files ** WINNER **
also nominated: Party of Five, Chicago Hope, NYPD Blue, ER
Best Performance by an Actress in a TV Series - Drama
Gillian Anderson ** WINNER **
also nominated: Christine Lahti (Chicago Hope), Heather Locklear (Melrose Place), Jane Seymour (Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman), Sherry Stringfield (ER)
Best Performance by an Actor in a TV Series - Drama
David Duchovny ** WINNER **
also nominated: Jimmy Smits (NYPD Blue), Anthony Edwards (ER), George Clooney (ER), Lance Henrickson (Millennium)
These are the X-Files related nominations & awards for the 1996-1997 Screen Actor's Guild Awards.
Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Drama Series
Gillian Anderson ** WINNER **
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series
David Duchovny - nominee
Outstanding Performance by an Ensemble in a Drama Series:
The X-Files - nominee
Gillian Anderson, William B. Davis, David Duchovny, Nicolas Lea, Mitch Pileggi, Stephen Williams
These are the X-Files related nominations & awards for the 1996 Emmy Awards (for the period of June 1, 1995 through May 31, 1996).
Outstanding Drama Series
The X-Files
Winner ER
also nominated: Chicago Hope, Law & Order, NYPD Blue
Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series
Gillian Anderson as Dana Scully
Episode: Piper Maru
Winner Kathy Baker (Picket Fences)
also nominated: Christine Lahti (Chicago Hope), Sherry Stringfield (ER), Angela Lansbury (Murder, She Wrote)
Outstanding Guest Actor in a Drama Series
Peter Boyle as Clyde Bruckman (Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose) ** WINNER **
also nominated: Michael Jeter (Chicago Hope), Richard Pryor (Chicago Hope), Rip Torn (Chicago Hope), Danny Glover (Fallen Angels)
Outstanding Writing for a Drama Series
The X-Files - Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose ** WINNER **
Darin Morgan - Writer
also nominated: ER, ER, Murder One, NYPD Blue
Outstanding Art Direction for a Series
The X-Files - Jose Chung's From Outer Space
Shirley Inget - Set Decorator, Graeme Murray - Art Director
Winner Murder One
also nominated: Cybill, Murder She Wrote, NYPD Blue
Outstanding Cinematography for a Series
The X-Files - Grotesque ** WINNER **
John S. Bartley, C.S.C. - Director of Photography
also nominated: Babylon 5, Chicago Hope, Dave's World, ER, Murder One
Outstanding Sound Mixing for a Drama Series
The X-Files - Nisei ** WINNER **
Nello Torri, Re-Recording Mixer; Doug Turner, Re-Recording Mixer; David J. West, Re-Recording Mixer; Michael Williamson, Production Mixer
also nominated: American Gothic, Chicago Hope, ER, Lois & Clark: The New Adventures Of Superman, NYPD Blue
Outstanding Sound Editing for a Series
The X-Files - Nisei ** WINNER **
Jeff Charbonneau, Music Editor; Thierry J. Couturier, Supervising Sound Editor; Michael Goodman, Dialogue Editor; Rick Hinson, Sound Effects Editor; Jerry Jacobson, Sound Effects Editor; Michael Kimball, Sound Effects Editor; Ira Leslie, Sound Effects Editor; Maciek Malish, Dialogue Editor; Kitty Malone, Foley Artist; Greg Pusateri, Sound Effects Editor; Chris Reeves, Dialogue Editor; Debra Ruby-Winsberg, ADR Editor; Joe Sabella, Foley Artist; Marty Stein, Dialogue Editor; Susan Welsh, Sound Effects Editor
also nominated: Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman, Law & Order, Party of Five, Sliders, Strange Luck
These are the X-Files related nominations & awards for the 1995 Emmy Awards (for the period of June 1, 1994 through May 31, 1995).
Outstanding Drama Series
The X-Files
Winner NYPD Blue
also nominated: Chicago Hope, ER, Law & Order
Outstanding Writing for a Drama Series
The X-Files - Duane Barry
Chris Carter - Writer
Winner ER
also nominated: ER, My So-Called Life, NYPD Blue
Outstanding Cinematography for a Series
The X-Files - One Breath
John S. Bartley, C.S.C. - Director of Photography
Winner Chicago Hope
also nominated: Babylon 5, Chicago Hope, Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman, NYPD Blue, Star Trek: Voyager
Outstanding Single-Camera Picture Editing for a Series
The X-Files - Duane Barry
James Coblentz - Editor
The X-Files - Sleepless
Stephen Mark - Editor
Winner ER
also nominated: Chicago Hope, Chicago Hope, ER
I’m putting this as honorable mention because this is an older movie recently rereleased.
The first film about the AIDS Crisis, Buddies strikes at the heart with its opening credits with a typed list of AIDS victim up to 1985. Set to a mournful score by Jeffrey Olmstead, the never ending list of lives cut short puts you in tears.
Alex Honnold faces Boulder Problem in FREE SOLO
Most thrillers can only wish they could be as gripping as in the moment when Alex Honnold maneuver’s his way through the most challenging section of El Capitan Wall without rope in this Documentary.
Ray Offers Wisdom from Mid90s
“If you looked in anybody else’s closet, you wouldn’t trade your shit for their shit.”
Ray (Na-kel Smith) and his friends may not be the best role models for the impressionable Stevie (Sunny Suljic), but in this moment, Ray teaches him a lesson in perspective.
Glenn Close’s performance in THE WIFE
I’m not referring to any moment. Just Glenn Close’s acting. She speaks more volumes with her face than most actresses could with dialogue.
10) The Beach Scene from ROMA
Cleo (Yalitza Aparicio) is an extraordinary woman. Sure, her life hanging towels and cleaning dog poo doesn’t seem like anything special. But like many lower working-class people, she endures. Boy does she endure a lot of shit in this movie. Not only does her deadbeat boyfriend ditch her to practice martial arts, but her baby is born dead. Despite all this, she not only continues her work, but she shares a close bond with the family. She showcases this bond and her strength when a fun day at the beach goes horribly wrong.
When Paco (Carlos Peralta) and Sofi (Daniela Demesa) swim too far out, Cleo walks into the ocean to save them despite not knowing how to swim. We watch in dread as she faces severe waves to find the kids, the camera always close to her.
This scene also contains a beautiful scene of the family hugging Cleo when she tears up over losing her baby. Seeing them all huddled together in front of a bright white sun captures the heart.
9) “A Place Called Slaughter Race” from RALPH BREAKS THE INTERNET
Admit it, it’s fun to take pot shots at Disney Tropes. Hell, even Disney gets in on the fun. And boy do they seize on every moment to mock Princess tropes when Vanellope Von Shweetz (voiced by Sarah Silverman) encounters the Disney Princesses. Of course, it helps that Director Rich Moore and Head of Story Jim Reardon creates some of the best episodes of the Simpsons. Though there are many hilarious moments[1], none can hold the candle to Vanellope’s “I Want” song.
As she reflects over a puddle, Vanellope sings about her longing to be in the gritty game “Slaughter Race.” Seeing this little girl perform this lighthearted musical number over a background of riots and dumpster fires is comedy gold. Nearly every element of this number elevates the comedy, from singing shark (with cats and dogs in its mouth) to the creative lyrics (“Am I a baby pigeon spreading wings to soar?/ Is that a metaphor?/Hey, there’s a dollar store”). And the number still finds time to emphasize Vanellope’s fear of hurting Ralph (John. C Reilly).
Kudos to Alan Menken for mocking the trope he (and the late Howard Ashman) introduced to Disney. Just as deserving of Kudos is Silverman, who faced to task of singing in Vanellope’s high pitched voice.
8) Charlie Loses Her Head from HEREDITARY
With her unusual hobbies, connection to her late grandmother and that clicking sound, you’d assume Annie’s (Toni Collette) daughter Charlie (Milly Shapiro) would be the centre of the whole film.[2] Boy, were we in for a surprise.
Spoilers!
When Charlie suffers a peanut allergy reaction, Peter (Alex Wolfe) races her home. On his drive, he sees a mysterious figure in the middle of the dark road. In his attempt to dodge it, he doesn’t see Charlie hanging out the window. Seeing her head slam right into a pole leaves us as traumatized as Peter is. To see them kill off a main character so early in the film is downright shocking. With this death, predictability goes right out the window and we are left uncertain of what direction this film will go.
7) Neil Armstrong Soars in the X-15 Rocket Plane in FIRST MAN
It’s funny how the most exciting scene in this film isn’t the moon landing. Don’t get me wrong, the scene’s still breathtaking in its realism, but it’s surprising how thrilling the opening scene.
Damien Chazelle hits the ground running with Neil Armstrong (Ryan Gosling) soaring the atmosphere in an X-15 Rocket Plane. He soars higher and higher into the skies until he flies out of earth’s surface and gets stuck in space
Albeit, you know he will be back on earth in time for the moon landing. And yet, I found myself on the edge of my seat, wondering how he’s going to get back to earth. Most of it is thanks to the visual effects, which contains some of the most believable since 2001: A Space Odyssey. The effects leave CGI in the dust with practical effects that look so real, you’d think Gosling was actually flying into space.
6) The Ferris Wheel Scene from LOVE, SIMON
High School Movies are home to many unforgettable romantic scenes. There’s Samantha (Molly Ringwald) and Jake (Michael Schoeffling) standing over a birthday cake in Sixteen Candles. There’s Patrick (Heath Ledger) singing to Katarina (Julia Stiles) on the bleachers in 10 Things I hate About You. And who can forget Lloyd Dobler (John Cusack) blaring Peter Gabriel’s “In Your Eyes” outside Diane Court’s (Ione Skye) in Say Anything. Be ready to include the closing scene of Simon (Nick Robinson) waiting on the Ferris wheel for online pen pal Blue from Love, Simon.
After being outed by a student, infuriating his friends for deceiving them in his attempt to stay closeted and abandoned by Blue, Simon makes a plea to meet with Blue face to face on the Ferris Wheel at a carnival. As he rides on the Ferris Wheel, he, fellow classmates and the audience wait in anticipation for Simon’s happy ending.
5) The Book Heist from AMERICAN ANIMALS
When Spencer Reinhard (Barry Keoghan) and Warren Lipka (Evan Peters) plotted to steal extremely valuable books from the Transylvania University library in Kentucky, they thought they had the perfect heist. With the help of their friends Erick Borsuk (Jared Abrahamson) and Chas Allen (Blake Jenner), they thought they pull off a heist as smooth as Oceans 11.[3]
But reality hits them like a sledge hammer when they try to pull off the heist. Unlike their dreams, Librarian Betty Jean Gooch (Ann Dowd) doesn’t get knocked out with one taser jolt. It also isn’t easy to lug a six-foot book down a flight of stairs. Then there’s the fact the basement has no exit. That’s just a few of many problems they never consider. From then on, we witness them pay a huge price for their hubris and lack of real-world understanding.
Only youths as smart as they are to come up with such a stupid plan.
4) The Mutant Bear from ANNIHILATION
Biologist Lena (Natalie Portman) and her team find themselves in a quite a bind. After entering the Shimmer, physicist Josie Radek (Tessa Thompson) has barely survived an attack from a mutant alligator and Anthropologist Cassie Sheppard (Tuva Novotny) has been attacked by a bear. Now paramedic Anya Thorensen (Gina Rodriguez) has gone mad and has tied up Lena, Radek and Dr. Ventress (Jennifer Jason Leigh). But when they hear Sheppard’s cries for help, they will soon find Anya is the least of their worries.
Their journey delivers many grotesque, nightmare inducing visuals (especially the slithering intestines.) But the most memorable moment in this film was the image of the helpless crew trapped in a cabin with a mutant bear. Bears are scary enough on their own, but a faceless one is pants spitting meeting. And then you hear it imitate Sheppard’s screams and suddenly you need a new pair of pants.
3) The Great Snap from AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR
The whole Marvel Cinematic Universe had been leading up to this moment. The fact that nearly every character had a moment to shine in this one movie demonstrates the astounding direction of the Russo Brothers. But despite all the epic fight scenes, everyone agrees that this film’s greatest scene is the heroes moment of defeat.
Despite every effort made to stop in, despite outnumbering Thanos and despite Scarlet Witch (Elizabeth Olsen) sacrificing Vision (Paul Bettany) to destroy the mind stone, Thanos still got all the infinity stones. And with a single snap, Thanos succeeds in wiping out half the universe’s population. One by one, we watch many of our heroes vanish into dust while others watch in helpless horror. But none are more heartbreaking that the moment when Spider-Man (Tom Holland) falls into Tony Stark’s (Robert Downey Jr.) arms, crying “I don’t want to go.” All because some characters couldn’t make the sacrifice needed
Yes, we knew he was going to succeed in the end.[4] And yes, you know most of the heroes won’t stay gone.[5] And yes, their return will likely involve the surviving heroes sacrificing themselves.[6] But the ending still feels powerful despite this knowledge.
It all concludes with Thanos sitting near a cottage, content in his triumph. If the MCU ended here, it would have been a perfect ending. But I’m still curious to see how this will go.
2) The Closing Close-Up in CAPERNAUM
The closing image of Zain’s (Zain Al Rafeea) face will haunt you beyond the closing credits. Throughout the film, we’ve seen this kid struggle through hell on the streets of Lebanon, trying to protect his sister from their resentful parents and helping an Ethiopian Migrant Worker take care of her son. But when he’s sent to prison for assaulting a pimp who bought his sister, he decides to sue his parents for the crime of bringing him into this miserable world. Writer/director Nadine Labaki never looks away for a second to the brutality of Zain’s world and how it brings out the worst in Zain.
When the film freezes to the image of Zain smiling for a Passport photo, your heart breaks for him as Khaled Mouzanar’s haunting score plays out.
1) Tish and Fonny’s Walk Through the Park in IF BEALE STREET COULD TALK
No other opening scene has done a better job of putting its audience under its spell than when loving couple Tish (Kiki Layne) and Alfonzo “Fonny” Hunt (Stephan James) stroll through a park holding hands.
There’s beauty in every element of this scene, from Nicholas Britell’s romantic score to the warm looks in the character’s eyes. But what really sells it is James Laxton’s lush cinematography. The colours pop through the yellows and blues on the couple’s clothes and the green of the grass. You are as in love with this couple as they are for each other.
Then the film cuts to Tish visiting Fonny in prison, this time the yellow is the prison, the blue is Fonny’s jumpsuit and the green is on Tish’ outfit. From then one, we know why their love is worth fighting for.
[1] Mostly at the expense of Ariel (Jodi Benson)
[2] Especially when she appears so prominently in the advertisements.
[3] As indicated by a fantasy sequence.
[4] Since we know this was going to be a two parter.
[5] Especially when there are already planned sequels to Black Panther, Spider-Man and Guardians of the Galaxy. After all the money Marvel’s got from Black Panther? They’re not going to give up that meal ticket.
[6] What with Robert Downey Jr. and Chris Evans retiring their characters.