A blog formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews

"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Monday, December 3, 2007

Honorees Among Thieves

I had to laugh this morning when I saw the photograph of the Kennedy Center honorees in the balcony next to George and Laura. They included a druggie (Brian Wilson), a diva with a huge gay following (Diana Ross), and the director of The Last Temptation of Christ (Martin Scorsese). What must George have been thinking? ("Why couldn't they have honored Bo Derek and Chuck Norris?") But then, what must the honorees have been thinking?

It's nice to see Steve Martin honored -- Roxanne and All of Me are among my favorite movies, and he should have been nominated for an Oscar for both of them. But has the Kennedy Center ever honored Woody Allen? Or did the Soon-Yi thing put an end to that possibility forever?
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