Wednesday, July 26, 2006

  • By Nick at 7:29 pm
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The Seven Year Itch

sevenyearitch.jpgWhen I first saw Marilyn Monroe on screen, I was watching Some Like it Hot in my Shakespeare in Film class during my senior year of college. We all have our preconceptions of Marilyn. She’s a tramp. She’s a hussie. She died far too soon. Nothing you think about her, though, holds a candle to who she actually is — or was. But what do I know. I never knew her.

All I have are movies, and when I first saw Sugar Kane jump aboard the all-girl-band’s train to Florida, it was almost like seeing a goddess. Marilyn Monroe, on screen, is so poised, beautiful and innocent. She’s not a hussie or a tramp, she’s just an actress, and a very good one. Watching her belt out “I’m Through with Love” in one of the last scenes of Some Like it Hot was truly memorable.

I’ve only since seen her bit part in All About Eve (another excellent film with the immaculate Bette Davis). The quench my thirst for Marilyn, I had Netflix send me The Seven Year Itch, a memorable comedy staring Marilyn and Tom Ewell. Ewell plays Richard Sherman, a middle-aged New York businessman who has just sent his wife and son to Maine to weather the brutal summer months away from the big city. Ewell’s crazy imagination gets the better of him when his neighbors above him sublet their apartment to a strikingly beautiful young woman with a very striking resemblance to actress Marilyn Monroe (Monroe is actually referenced in the film, but we never learn the girl’s actual name — she could very well be playing herself).

Richard wrestles with his desire to scratch his seven year itch and sweep the girl into his arms in spite of his dutiful wife (who he imagines is probably off on a flirtatious hay ride with Tom MacKenzie, a strapping young writer). Monroe plays innocent, professing her love for champagne and potato chips and eventually falling a little for Richard.

The movie is very cute, all because of Marilyn. She captures every scene she’s in. Ewell is very charming as Richard, so much so, he came back to play the part the most of any part he played all his life (on Broadway after the film was released). The movie contains Monroe’s most memorable scene — standing above a subway vent with her skirt being blown up.

Why don’t they make women like Marilyn Monroe anymore? Furthermore, why don’t they make actresses like her either? When’s the last time you saw a movie and just fell in love with an actress, not just for her portrayal, but because you could sense a bit of the existential struggle she silently endured. I guess Hollywood just doesn’t do that to them anymore. Something that got lost in the wash of million-dollar salaries.

Well, at least we can look back. I feel like seeing Some Like it Hot again, but perhaps Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. We’ll see.

If you haven’t seen Marilyn, if you are just unaware, you need to see her. You’ll be glad you did.

Marilyn Monroe: “I think it’s wonderful that you’re married! I think it’s just delicate.”

Richard: “You do?”

Marilyn Monroe: “Of course. I mean I wouldn’t be lying on the floor in the middle of the night in some man’s apartment drinking Champagne if he wasn’t married.”

Richard: “That’s a very interesting line of reasoning…”

Marilyn Monroe: “Sure, with a married man, it’s all so simple. I mean, it can’t possibly ever get drastic…”

Tuesday, July 25, 2006


Hot! Hot! Hot!

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As you sit in your cool, air-conditioned home, likely far from the sunny state of California, you might wonder how things are going here in the Golden State. It’s beautiful, as always, but unfortunatly our golden sunsets (as I captured gloriously just the other day) are accompanied by miserable days of high heat and near-daily brownouts.

Since moving to Visalia, I have gotten several cautious words about the seasons here in California. For one, it only rains in the late fall to early winter, and just a little rain goes a long way (ever heard the emergency broadcast signal for a shower? I have). Also, winters in the Central Valley bring in notorious fog. Just this year, one pernicious day of fog resulted in a 40-car pileup on Highway 99.

The few words of warning I shrugged off concerned the summer. As I and so many other people have learned, summers in the Central Valley send temperatures up into the triple digits. Fortunately, it’s not humid often and the discomfort usually lasts just a week in the summer. Unfortunately for me, this summer seems to be the exception:

California residents sink to new lows as heat reaches new highs
The Associated Press

LOS ANGELES — In a land of sun worshippers, the heat has become the enemy.

Weeks of record-setting, triple-digit temperatures have turned California into a surreal tapestry of heat-induced torture: goldfish cook in their bowls, milk curdles as it’s poured and sweat-soaked civilians stand in line for public “cooling stations” as if they were the latest trendy clubs.

In a region where 119-degree days are very recent memories, nothing is off-limits. One woman shaved her overheated cat; another man fried the proverbial egg on a Burbank sidewalk; a third advocated sliding between the sheets with stacks of frozen gel packs.

I’m currently still using my stovetop to cook eggs and my milk is safe in the refrigerator, as far as I know. I had such a pleasant time on the coast this weekend, it’s amazing what a difference some marine air has on this awful heat. Maybe if that “big quake” happens in a couple of days, shaving off a few hundred miles off the state leaving Visalia a beachfront city, I might be able to enjoy some of that relief on a daily basis.

For now, I guess I’m just going to have to bake.

Monday, July 24, 2006


Superficial weekend

Sorry I’ve been so scarce. I had a positively dreadful week last week. After my hike up Alta Peak and the excruciating sunburn I received because of it, work was such a drag. Monday and Tuesday was just unbearable, I somehow made it through to the end of the week. I had to work on Friday night, which is always a bore, but this weekend I had the distinct pleasure of seeing my good friend Padmini in Southern California.

Padmini is involved with Teach for America and she is teaching a class of bright kids in a Compton middle school, and from the way she tells it, these kids are very lucky. Granted, they struggle in an unequal education system where they have been neglected for years, but thanks to the dedication and hard work of Teach for America teachers like Padmini, they have a fighting chance.

I had the lucky opportunity to whisk her away from this god-saving work for a superficial day out on the town. We went to this delicious Indian Food restaurant on Sunset Boulevard. I hadn’t eaten anything all morning, and though I was not sure what I was eating exactly, I had every bite. It was fantastic.

walkoffame.jpgAfterward, we parked down by the Kodak Theatre and took a stroll down Hollywood Boulevard. We sorted around through American Apparel and took a stroll down the Walk of Fame. I am sad to say I did not find Humphrey Bogart on the walk, but I did see Marilyn Monroe! She’s in front of McDonald’s, but as Padmini said, it’s was probably not always there.

The weather this weekend in California was positively scorching so after some water and a milk shake (and another trip to American Apparel) we headed back to Long Beach, where she is staying. We hooked up with B.J., another friend of mine from college, and we ventured to yet another vegetarian restaurant. Au Lac. We all shared vegan lobster, salmon and sweet and sour chicken. Afterwards, we went to a great tea shop and played some games. I must point out that I dominated every game of Connect Four and there was significant cackling involved with a sinister game of Uno (which I also won, at least once).

I stayed over the night and after a delightful drive through gay Long Beach, we had some bagels and I headed home. It was the most fun I’ve had in Los Angeles by far. I’m looking forward to seeing Padmini at her new digs in Las Vegas. Maybe some day, after she’s made it as a successful teacher and performer at the legendary Cheetah gentleman’s club, I’ll let her take me on in Connect Four again :-)

But I’ll still win…

I’ll be sure to update more this week. I’m planning some stuff on this persistant heat wave, maybe the Bush veto, the violence in the middle east, but sadly, no more InuYasha. I’ll only beat that dead horse if it comes back from the dead…again.