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Thursday, December 19, 2019

What Happened To Integrity???????????????????????????


                                 I don't know if you have heard the word, girls, but the new, redone "West Side Story," now in performances at the Broadway Theatre is not the musical we all know and love!  It has been condensed to one act, removing the song "I Feel Pretty," and,  most inexcusably, the best piece of choreography in the show--the "Somewhere Ballet."   Forget Jerome Robbins; there is going to be break dancing in this one.

                                 Don't ask me how the lyrics and references of the time will be overcome in the songs and dialogue.  I am not here to talk about that.

                                  I am here to talk about a collective winner of this week's Raving Queen Bitch Of The Week Award--the audiences who are eating this up, and turning it into a hit!

                                  Is this ignorance?  Apathy?  As John Adams sang in "1776," "Is anybody there?
Does anybody care?  Does anybody see what I see?"

                                   I see a lack of artistic integrity.  And, worse, an acceptance of it.

                                    The dumbing down of America, par excellence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, Darlings, For The Glory Days Of The 1950's, When Small Towns Had Christmas Parades!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                    If there are any that still do, I certainly don't know them!

                                    But, isn't it a lovely tradition?  Floats, and elves, and Santa, and toys, and gifts, and maybe a Living Nativity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                      Just look at this picturesque innocence of small town simplicity.

                                       No, it cannot be brought back, but make some of your own, instead, girls!

                                       It will be here, before you know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Disturbing "Family" Episode, But With Hope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                   Girls, if you thought Nancy Malone as Mrs. Kalisher, was a piece of work, wait till you meet Carl Fremont, played by Lawrence Driscoll, sporting a malevolent silent movie moustache, to emphasize his villainy, in the "Family" episode, "A Tale Out Of Season."

                                       Carl is a young lawyer, whom Doug (James Broderick) has mentored, and is something of a protégé.  He is married, and has a son, Nicky, about eight to ten years old.  While waiting for her father, Buddy (Kristy McNichol) runs into her father and Carl, and he asks her if she can baby sit for Nicky that night.  Buddy--red flag number one--asks how his injured arm is, and the father says fine.  No one suspects a thing.  Buddy agrees to take the job.

                                          Just before dinner, however, Buddy comes down with a bug that everyone in her school seems to be getting.  She is sent to bed, and Kate agrees to fill in for her.  When Doug calls the Fremonts to let them know, Carl takes the phone.  We hear a child plaintively crying in another room.  While talking to Doug, Carl's wife, Erica, goes to comfort the child, but he grabs onto her arm, abusively.  Red flag number two.  She pleads to say goodnight to her son, but he says he will not have the boy pampered, that he is being punished, and must learn.  He does say she can good night and check up on Nicky, when they come home from their dinner out.

                                              The stage is set.  It is now known to the audience Carl is a vicious child abuser, who also verbally, and most likely, physically, does the same to his wife.  Frances Lee McCain, a skilled actress, plays the wife as a cowering, intimidated mess, who is as much a victim as Nicky, himself.

                                                Kate arrives, and, as the Fremonts leave, Carl reminds her Nicky is a noisy sleeper, so don't fuss over him.  Kate thinks nothing of it, but the viewer gets the message.  As the evening progresses, Nicky goes from noisy to nightmares.  Kate rushes in to comfort him, and the child is terrified.  She calms him, with some hot chocolate, but when she accidentally spills some on his pajama top, he says "I didn't do it on purpose; please don't tell my dad!"  As she removes his pajama top to clean it, he implores her not to tell, when she spots, which the viewer does not see, a series of cuts, bruises and welts, indicating the child has been savagely beaten.  She frantically calls Doug, who comes over, and makes the same conclusion.  Kate is so upset that Doug sends her home.
When the Fremonts arrive, Erica goes in to Nicky immediately, with no problem.  Carl is first cordial, offering Doug a brandy, but when Doug explains to Carl what is going on, he is filled with rage, and orders Doug out of the house.  Erica looks at Doug, admitting what he sees is correct, but is too afraid of her husband to speak out.

                                                   Kate and Doug call the police, and a sergeant comes over and takes inventory.  They sign a written complaint, and Doug says he will notify Nicky's school, Carl's partners, and the neighbors.  Buddy has heard the whole thing, and expresses concern for both Nicky and Mr. Fremont, whom Kate explains takes out his anger on Nicky because of something he hates in himself.  Or maybe because he was abused.  But no one addresses Mrs. Fremont, who says nothing.

                                                      That is, until Kate confronts her the next day.  In a performance that struck me as sympathetic, yet wanting to slap her, McCain, as Erica makes all the classic victim statements--"He doesn't mean to hit Nicky, he just can't stop."  She does, to her credit, speak to Carl about going to a clinic, and even mentions Parents Anonymous, but Carl takes out his rage on her.  Then the ultimate victim statement--"Carl is all I have.  He said he would leave me."

                                                          Now, this was in 1977, and she did mention Parents Anonymous, so help is out there; not as much as today,  but still, as Kate says, she needs help.  With Kate present, she calls  Sergeant Bannert of the night before, and says, "My husband is beating our child.  Please help me and my child."

                                                               For the time, Carl has been issued a restraining order, and Erica is going to get help for Nicky.

                                                                Back when this was broadcast, in 1977,  the idea still was popular that child abuse took place only in lower income families, or Southern White Trash.  This was one of the first times to show it takes place in middle and upper middle class houses, as well.  There are no class distinctions when it comes to child or spousal abuse.

                                                                    Much more hopeful than the Merilee Kalisher episode, but I would like to have seen a follow up to this episode.  Because people do violate restraining orders, and, while a start has been made, Erica and Nicky are not out of the woods, yet.

                                                                     Still, a thoughtful, insightful episode.

                                                                      Here is my thought--if you or someone else sees a child you think is being abused, chances are you are right.  Get in there, and do something.

                                                                       And pray all the children and parents who need help right now, get it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Elizabeth Strout, Really!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                      This was my 101st book for the year, and it proves Strout is one of the best at the novel-as-a-series-of-short-stories technique.  Yes, Olive Kitteridge is back again, first a widow of her first husband, Henry, then living in Crosby, Maine, where she meets and marries former Harvard professor Jack Tennison, whom she is eventually widowed from, and ends up accepting her life in as assistant living place.

                                        I love Olive, and any chance to visit with her is a treat, but there are other little baubles along the way that  raise the eyebrows, on this one.  Jack has a daughter, living on the West Coast, who is a lesbian, and he finds this unacceptable.  Uh huh.  Even Olive tells him to lighten up, but this Harvard prof is crass, for all his erudition.  Crassness comes in all shapes, sizes and social classes.

                                           However, the real howler is this young woman, Lisa, making a living for herself in New York, which the Maine residents think is a dreadful place.  Things get even dicier when Lisa tells her family she is to be the subject of a documentary film, because of what she does  for a living.  Are you ready, girls?  She is a dominatrix, and proud of it; she even describes a client who likes to be defecated on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                              Miss Strout, really, what are you up to?  We are long past the days of McCalll's darling, but scat porno??????????????   I mean, I'm from New York, so I have heard of such things, but Crosby, Maine, is not ready for such.  They probably have not gotten over Grace Metalious writing "Peyton Place," and the movie being filmed in their state.

                                                 Nevertheless, something keeps the reader going with Olive, despite the author's forays into the sordid.  This includes suicide, in the tale of a prize winning student, who goes to Vassar, and, upon graduation, kills herself, because she knows she will have to return home to, at least temporarily, live with her father, who has been sexually abusing her for years.

                                                    "Olive, Again" has Strout's fine writing style, but was a bit darker than I was expecting.  Even though the title character has always had a dour side, the author here seems to be interested in pushing the envelope here, and I, for one, cannot understand why.

                                                       As for Olive, I have a feeling she will be back for one last hurrah.

                                                       Plenty happens in a nursing home, darlings!  And if anyone can make things happen, it is Strout, and Olive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday To Another Fine Young Man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                    Just think, girls, last week we had Lucas Hedges, and today we have Jake Gyllenhaal.    He is 39 today, which is hard to believe.  Jake has been around so long as an actor, I think of him as older.  To think, he was only 25, when he played Jack Twist in "Brokeback Mountain."

                                      Don't we all wish we looked as good as Jake, and wouldn't we all like to get a good look at him???????????  I know I would, dolls!

                                         So, let us wish Jake a wonderful day and celebration!  As well as a wonderful movie role for him to be featured in!  Or theater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                          Happy Birthday, Jake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Let Us Welcome A New Reader, During The Holiday Season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                                  I saw the follower indicator was at 102, the other day, and, girls, I simply could not believe it.  I was not able to identify our newest reader on here, but I want to bid her welcome on behalf of everyone on here, and myself.

                                    Reading this blog, as I always say, goes great with coffee, which is always by my side, when I am writing.  And comments are always welcome, so please feel free to drop in, anytime.

                                      Hope you find the writing on here entertaining and informative.

                                      And now for the blog's unofficial theme song--
 Deborah Harry, singing "Call Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

                                       Welcome, and enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Yes, Dears, I Have Reached This Point!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


                             As a child, I owned two of Joan Walsh Anglund's books--"Love Is A Special Way Of Feeling," and, my personal favorite, "Christmas Is A Time Of Giving."

                              This part was my favorite in the book.  It says for some Christmas is a time to reflect and look back on distant times.  The woman in the chair reminded of my grandmothers, who both had wonderful memories which they shared, with me, as a child.

                               And I was one of those children, sitting around the chair, listening to Granny tell her stories.  I thought, I would never get to be that old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                               Well, honeys, that was then, and this is NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                 This Christmas, I will be Granny sitting in the chair, reflecting on times long past!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                   How did this happen?????????  The March Of Time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                   Still, I won't let it ruin my Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                    And what stories I have to tell, Heh, Heh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!