Friday, May 8, 2009

Last Princess Painting...for now

Introducing Pre-menstrual Princess:
Premenstrual Princess sits on a ratty green sofa in a dilapidated ‘70s apartment. The room reflects her mood: dejected. She grips the T.V. remote in one hand as she prepares for another bite of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream. Buried in the burnt orange shag carpet are a box of tampons & some scattered birth control pills (real placebos). There are jewels glued to her headband & on the remote, but still, these luxuries do not please her. Premenstrual Princess is not a good mood today. Hopefully, Gossip Girl & ice cream will placate her crabbiness.







Hi, everyone. Here is my last painting from the princess series. You will find the rest on my esty website.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Movie Recommendation: Sleuth (2007)

Sleuth, starring Michael Caine & Jude Law, is a witty and thrilling movie about jealousy, deception, diplomacy, and breathtaking interior design.

I don't want to tell you too much, but I'll give you the first 5 minutes: Jude Law, a part-time hair dresser, visits the home of his lover's husband in order to convince him to agree to a divorce. A simple, somewhat realistic premise. Michael Caine plays the December husband (of the May-December marriage). He is a writer of thriller novels, & he makes sneaky plans for this naive visitor, which we see unfold in a whirlwind of manipulation and deceit.

I can't tell you anymore than that, except to say that as I watched I could not predict where the movie would be taking us, and what an exciting feeling that is!

Afterward, Robby and I discussed it, as we always do. The movie, directed by Kenneth Branaugh & written by Harold Pinter, is tightly scripted with ceaselessly clever exchanges between Law & Caine's characters. Usually, after I've seen a complex thriller, I run through the film in my head & try to find holes in the story. I did this immediately after Sixth Sense, The Village, Usual Suspects & Gaslight. Sometimes I find discrepancies and suddenly feel at a loss: "I spent two hours to watch that?! That plot was as porous as a colander!" I mean, if one is going to spend millions on making a movie, one should make sure to seal its story airtight, right? On the other hand, if a director offers too many obvious clues, then the film can't be categorized as a thriller anymore because the viewer is able to predict its conflict and resolution.

Sleuth is airtight. Sure, there are moments that seem otherworldly or not humanly possible. But the characters are so convincing that their discussions carry you along. It's like sitting in a raft on a tumultuous river; it's the experience of being swept by something uncontrollable or continuously restless.

Which led us to our next topic: Why are British actors so much better than American ones? & why is it difficult for us to imagine this film made in America?

Our meanderings on question #1: Why are British actors so much better than Americans?
Robby said it all, "They have Shakespeare." They have had centuries of theater, their acting schools are better (we assume), & their actors are disciplined. Jude Law gives his best performance in Sleuth, & you wouldn't know from his performances in American movies because they never require him to dive into the roles the way British movies like Sleuth do.
After our obsession with the HBO series The Wire, Robby & I were shocked to find that at least 3 major characters were played by British actors, British actors who took on Baltimorean accents! We were floored. So British actors have had Shakespeare and theater much longer than Americans have. Plus, who do we consider actors? Marilyn Monroe (who was more a Playboy Bunny than a thespian) & The Hills's bombshells? What about Harrison Ford? Sure, he's a decent actor - legendary in American cinema - but he always plays such similar characters. Even Leonardo DiCaprio, who has chosen various bizarre roles, always seems to be the same guy. Robby thinks Kevin Spacey is a counterexample. So American actors don't have the range that British actors do.

Meanderings on questions #2: & why is it difficult for us to imagine this film made in America?
Smart movies don't sell here. People say they like to be entertained, which is synonymous with not thinking, I guess. For every surprise like Usual Suspects, The Spanish Prisoner, or The Player, we get 10 movies like Van Wilder, Superbad, and Air Force One. I must give credit to American filmmakers in one aspect, though: We are very talented in displaying crude humor.

Our American movies always follow the typical Hollywood framework:

1. There's always one protagonist & one antagonist.

2. There's always a sidekick. Usually comedic. Nowadays, more likely to be a person of color, so that movie company can claim it achieved diversity.

3. Usually, there's one person who serves as comic relief, the kind of comedy where we laugh at the expense of that person's clumsiness or ignorance. Americans are especially skilled in this type of humor. You'll find these kinds of humorists-in-training on the yard of any middle or high school.

4. The protagonist has zero to few flaws. If he has flaws, they were probably developed from a past traumatic experience. Therefore, he is not expected to fix them himself but with the help of an angelic friend (In Leaving Las Vegas or The Wrestler, both the angels were prostitutes or former prostitutes). They are not great flaws, and we forgive him for them.

5. Oh yeah, most importantly, protagonist is always MALE. If he is not, we Americans call that a "chick flick". This category supersedes any genre that the film may fall into otherwise, unless it is a thriller/horror or action movie, which are dominated by male audiences anyway. Especially if the heroine in the action movie is hot. See? Not a "chick flick" there.

6. There is always a female love interest who says very little and is not important enough to be a complex character. I guess she can be smart, but she always has to fall in love with the protagonist, or else why would he be the hero?

7. Most of the time, the film involves sacrifice and the emotions that come along with sacrifice: guilt, drug abuse, vengeance, catharsis, rage, redemption, you name it.

8. The stories always follow the hero's journey. I won't go into it now, but it's old, Greek, & the skeletal structure of every modern American film out there.

Writing this blog entry is tiring, and I did not think it would bring me here.
I better bring it to a close:

In conclusion, when I watched Sleuth I lost faith in our (Americans') ability to make movies well. Especially Vicky Cristina Barcelona, what a disappointment. But I won't get into that now. Watch Sleuth and you'll know what I mean.

P.S. Don't look for any info on this film. It's best if you watch it without having peeked at the scenes.

Princess Series #1 (continued)

Introducing...President Princess. I finished her a while back, but finally mustered enough energy to glaze & capture her on camera:




Here is the back story (from my etsy page):
Painted with acrylic paint on a 12x16 canvas, President Princess rolls up her sleeves for another day in the Oval Office. Today, she is signing the Lily Ledbetter Fair Pay Restoration Act (actually, Obama signed it on January 29, 2009). Two flags hang solemnly behind her as she sits at the gigantically intricate presidential desk. On the left is a photo of Prince Charming. He is in the East Wing hosting a NOW luncheon.
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For this princess series, I was both inspired & horrified by my nieces’ fascination with the Disney princesses.

I’ll explain:
One niece owned a small projector that showed snapshot frames of the Cinderella movie, and as she flipped from scene to scene, I read from a recapitulation of the classic fairytale. I was struck by the archaic storyline. Cinderella is a graceful, destitute orphan with abnormally small feet, & the dashing prince chases after her down the castle steps, as all men should…Hmph. I was especially appalled by the epilogue that followed the Cinderella story. It told of Cinderella’s wedding planning fiasco; she couldn’t find the right dress, pick the right cake, or send out the invitations on time. Then…Bibbidibobbideeboo! Her fairy godmother appears & fixes everything in time. Here I was planning my own wedding day – simultaneously, my 5-year-old niece was reading about this glorified legal communion as if it were the happiest day of every girl’s life.

When their princes are off play Fantasy Football, independent princesses have to face the world on their own. They have to snake their own toilets, wash their own cars, & wipe sleepy gunk from their eyes.

So I decided to paint a series of princesses performing un-princessly activities. I started with Pooping Princess but accidentally dropped lint all over it when I folded laundry. I tried again with Porcelain Princess, pictured below. Punky Princess, President Princess, and Premenstrual Princess are also or will be listed in my shop.

All these paintings are one-of-a-kind originals.

We princesses do more than sit on thrones like pretty dolls. We poop too.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Princess Series #1

A few weeks ago, I completed two princess paintings: Porcelain Princess & Punky Princess. I will soon post them on my etsy site.





With her fingers tightly clutched, Porcelain Princess is focusing on one of the most important activities of her day. She is painted in acrylic on a 12x16-inch stretched canvas. There are multicolored jewels glued into her crown & the side border is painted a dark purple. Typical of my paintings, I’ve used gold acrylic paint to form a bumpy frame on the edge of the canvas. The title and my symbol (a genie bottle with a smoky fist) are written in fabric paint on the lower right edge of the painting.





Punky Princess is painted in acrylic on a 12x16-inch stretched canvas. There are clear jewels glued onto her crown. She dons a leather jacket as she thrashes to rock music in a discotheque. Her perfect hair is undone in a wild mess & she flashes, as Wikepedia calls it, the “sign of the horn”. Patches of light glow in the background. The side border is painted green, and, typical of my paintings, I’ve used gold acrylic paint to form a bumpy frame. The entire painting is protected with a water-based acrylic glaze.

Loneliness

Recently, a college friend watched Me, You & Everyone We Know with my recommendation, & she loved it. It discussed a topic that she has been dealing with recently: loneliness.

Robby and I discussed this last night. How bad can loneliness get? He was never lonely much; he has always been extremely sociable & surrounds himself by people constantly. He said that he used to pull out a list of friends' phone numbers & call them one by one. I have been lonelier in my life longer than Robby has. I was very productive when I was single & alone. Sure, I spent hours in cafes sewing, drawing, and reading, but I went through my biggest changes when I was single. I wrote in a diary, letters, poetry...I was immensely creative when I was alone. But, Robby countered, you didn't have anyone to share your ideas with. True.

I think back to reading What Was She Thinking? by Zoe Heller (it was made into a fantastic film called Notes on a Scandal). The narrator, a 60-some-year-old acrid spinster teacher, talks about loneliness in one chapter. She asserts that married people will never know the feeling of being lonely & single for decades. Their experience of loneliness was a 6 months they were single between boyfriends. But she knows loneliness very well, coming home to an empty flat, brushing up against a stranger & feeling a tinge in the groin...What is it like to be lonely & single for your entire life?

Then Robby & I began talking about the loneliness one feels when one is in a large group. Is it better to be lonely alone or lonely in a large group, say, at a big party? I would prefer being lonely alone. I don't like being around people when there is nothing to say, and I am especially awkward when everyone looks like they are having fun, and I am not. I enjoy being productive when I am alone, but I don't like coming home to a silent apartment with no one to talk to or have dinner. Being married is wonderful. We don't feel the need to chat all the time, and we can spend the entire day at home working without talking to each other. That's okay with us. No need to feel self-conscious, no need to impress. We like each other at our sloppiest, & that's the best thing about marriage so far.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

LA isn't so bad

Robby & I spent a perfect day with friends yesterday. It was a beautiful Saturday - clear skies, temperatures in the mid-70s. Robby & four friends played basketball at the YMCA while I worked out in the gym. I got a good 2.5 mile run in while they played a friendly game of 2 on 2.
We came home, showered, packed some snacks & some blankets, & headed to Mitsuwa, a local Japanese market. Picked up some sushi, edamame, & drinks. A few more friends joined us & we headed to the end of Ocean Park Blvd. We set up camp on the grass under the shade of some tall palm trees & pulled out the food. After a light meal, we played many rounds of bocce ball on a long, empty stretch of grass, while an old Russian man watched us from a bench. Then we moved our arrangement to the beach and flew a kite.
In the late afternoon, we went to Alibi Room in Culver City to try out the popular Korean BBQ Tacos from Kogi. It's been getting a lot of press lately, and some people follow the taco truck's schedule, but the Alibi Room serves its food. Unfortunately, as 8pm on a Saturday night, it was unlikely that we'd find a table. Plus, the restaurant didn't take reservations. It looked modern and pretentious, like Father's Office, so that was a turn-off. We went to our reliable Tacomiendo on Inglewood Avenue instead (delicious Mexican food, large portions). Then we brought the food home & watched one of Robby & my favorite movies, Me, You, & Everyone We Know. It's a magical & artistic movie, and Robby and I talked about it until we fell asleep. The most well-known line is "I want to poop back and forth. I'll poop in her butt hole and she'll poop it back into my butt hole. And then we keep doing it back and forth. With the same poop. Forever."

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Jeanne the Arteeeest

It has been awhile (a month exactly) since I posted on our blog. We've had a slew of events happening in our exciting newly married lives - entertaining visiting family members, trip to Disneyland, disappointing attempt at skiing at Mountain High...Oi. I don't want to expound on the huge disappointment we experienced at Mountain High (it fell on a day when we were constantly indecisive) but to say that we now have 2 4-hour vouchers for the same measly resort. I can't seem to sell them on craigslist.org, so we might have to return to use them.

Sorry for the tangent; these vouchers have been weighing on my mind.

My main topic for today's entry: MY ETSY PAGE.

jeanneloh.etsy.com

I finally opened a seller's etsy page because I have stuff to sell! Paintings & drawings, to be exact. I have 5 items on sale right now. I am a big fan (and a big purchaser) of etsy.com, so I am honored to join the ranks of etsy sellers, who are all super-crafty and creative people. I don't mean super-crafty as sly and devious.

Please support me by taking a look at my page.

Thanks!