America’s Best Small Town.

The following are pictures of Culpeper, Virginia, which I was lucky to see again, even if it was only briefly, on the way to the Blue Ridge Mountains this past Labor Day weekend.  (There was a time I would name Fredericksburg as America’s best small town, of course, but I’m not sure that Fredericksburg meets the definition of a small town any longer — more on that in the future.)

I remember Culpeper fondly indeed.  I found my first job after college here — working as a reporter for the Culpeper Star – Exponent newspaper.  (Third photo.)  I lived right on Main Street, which is pictured in the first two photos.  It wasn’t New York, but it was a warm community of good neighbors that I was lucky to join.

Yes, I did say newsPAPER.  There was time, kids, when news was actually printed in ink on a refined paper product that required hand delivery to your home.  Either that, or you could purchase it from a mechanical metal box on the street corner.

Check out the fourth photo of Mount Pony at the edge of town– this is something my friend pointed out to me.  (I know you can hardly see it — the picture is blurry because taken from a moving car.)

Until nearly the end of the Cold War, this was a 140,00-square-foot, federally operated “continuity of government” facility, housing people underground and designed to keep our government going in the event of a nuclear war. There were dormitories, food supplies and wells, protected from blasts and radiation by steel-reinforced concrete and lead shutters — it even had an indoor pistol-range and a helipad.  There were also just billions of dollars housed there by the Federal Reserve, to jump-start a post-apocalyptic economy.

It was decommissioned in 1992, and was bought in 2007 by the David and Lucile Packard Foundation. It’s now a national film archive operated by the Library of Congress, with more than 6 million pieces of original film and television artifacts.  (Apparently old film stock can be dangerous to store, because it’s extremely flammable?)  It’s open to the public, and has its own theater that screens classic films for free  — it even has an organ that ascends to the screen when the theater shows silent films.  The Library of Congress has a running schedule right here:

http://www.loc.gov/loc/events/#eventlist9

That sounds pretty damn cool.  I’ve been dying to see a bunch of silent films I’ve never seen (particularly “Nosferatu” and “The Phantom of the Opera.”)  I might try to take a trip out there if they screen any such vintage movies around Halloween.  Because seeing classic horror films in an underground facility designed for the end of the world has got to be a unique experience.

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My review of “American History X” (1998).

I’m blogging some of my past film reviews on Facebook — here is my review two years ago of “American History X.”

*****

It was a weird coincidence for me watching “American History X” (1998) last night.  I’d borrowed it from the library over a week ago on my friend Lisa Bennett Chesser’s recommendation; well before Wade Michael Page went on a shooting spree in a Wisconsin Sikh temple.  (The Neo-nazis in this film even rally to white power music, as Page is said to have done.)

I’m glad I watched this.  It’s a good, smart, enjoyable film.  I learned from it.

I’d really rather not discuss its social or political messages on my wall.  One glance at an online discussion of this movie shows that they’re divisive and often ugly.  (There are even ongoing debates about which gangs or groups should rightly be called “Skinheads,” and which are racist.)  I’m just not in the mood for controversy this morning.   I’d rather just tell you what I thought about AHX as a film.

This movie had a lot of great things going for it, but two things stood out in particular.  The first was Edward Norton’s tour de force performance.  I’ve liked Norton elsewhere, like “Red Dragon,” where he was good.  Here, he’s phenomenal.   He’s goddam frightening as Neo-nazi Derek.  (He reminded me of Bill Moseley’s turn as “Otis Driftwood” in “House of 1,000 Corpses.”)  Then we see him as a redeemed man.  Then, through flashbacks, he’s made even more human and three-dimensional, as we see a sensitive young teenager traumatized by the death of his father.  Norton was so damned good that I still seem to have trouble believing that the same actor played all three roles.  I don’t pretend to be a film expert; reviews like this are just a hobby.  But I think I know great acting when I see it, and this was great acting.

The second was a really smart script.  Again, I learned from this.  I always assumed that Neo-nazis were poorly educated nuts from the fringes of society.  As it turns out, they actually do have an ideology, albeit a horrible and misguided one.  This movie makes a very smart move in scripting Derek and his younger brother as “brilliant” students, who articulate facts and motivations for doing odious things.  Listening to Derek’s tirades (including one cringe-inducing scene at a dinner-table) actually sheds light on what motivates the characters’ real-life counterparts.

Only two small things occurred to me that made this film a little less perfect than so many others have claimed it to be.  First, this movie doesn’t even know the meaning of subtlety.  Its message and delivery were so heavy handed that it was almost an ABC afterschool special.  We even have an overly convenient framing device – Derek’s adulating brother, Danny (played wonderfully by Edward Furlong), is asked by an African American history teacher to write a report on Derek’s life.  The superior film, “Crash” (2004,) for example, handled racism with a hell of a lot more finesse and surprises.

Second, one character arc was way too quick and implausible.  After one conversation with his redeemed older brother, Danny also disavows the Neo-nazi movement?  After years of propaganda and socialization by the group?  I’m not so sure a disturbed, fascist teenager can be deprogrammed so easily.  Did anyone else who saw this movie wonder about this as well?

Still, this was a great film.  I’d give it a 9 out of 10.  One final note – the ending quote by Abraham Lincoln was just beautiful.  I’d actually heard only snippets of it sampled by films before – once in “Apocalypse Now” and once in “X2: X-Men United.”  It’s better in its entirety.

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I have mastered the camouflage of the alien “Predator.”

I did.  And I have the photograph to prove it.

Observe.  The first photo is of me at Shenandoah National Park, climbing Stony Man Mountain over Labor Day weekend.  The second and third photos are of 20th Century Fox’s eponymous film monster, bane of alien xenomorphs the galaxy over.  YOU CAN SEE THAT THE TECHNOLOGY IS THE SAME.

Or … similar, maybe.  I am still not sure how the hell I pulled this off.  (It was supposed to be a normal picture taken by one of my old classmates.)  I suspect my camouflage results from the fact that I am so skinny that light can actually travel THROUGH me under certain conditions.  And it is fueled by the power of nerd.

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Seriously, baby animals do like me.

Just going through some old pics on my phone … this little twerp kept trying to get in my building’s basement back at the start of the summer.  I was quite adamant in telling him to go away — that only enamored him with me further.

Eventually, his momma arrived and — no joke — picked him up by his neck and scuttled up a tree.  Never saw a squirrel do that before.

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I took a wrong turn on my way to the Mary Washington College Reunion!

And that’s why I wasn’t there.  I should have been concerned when the alums I did connect with in Virginia kept sipping their beers, concealing their laughter and leading me repeatedly to roads that led consistently UP.

Anyway, if you DO live in Virginia, did you see me waving?  I’m pretty sure I could see roughly 65 percent of the state from where I was standing.

Seriously, though — this was my birthday trip to Stony Man Mountain in Shenandoah National Park.  It was unforgettable.  The beauty of the Commonwealth was the perfect balm for the knowledge that I am one year older.

The Stony Man Trail is actually a pretty easy hike, even though the peak is the second highest along the Blue Ridge Mountains’ Skyline Drive.

To clarify some of the content of the below photos:

1)  In the second picture, the ONLY reason that I look so skinny is that the mountains are big by comparison.  It’s physics.  Yeah.

2)  Note the sign at the park visitor center.  One of my friends was totally jonesing for that woefully absent blackberry ice cream, which apparently is part of the park’s fame.  (He was talking about it on the way up.)  It must be good, if the park actually has to post a sign apologizing for running out.  The next time I see the mountains, I am going to have to get some myself just to see what the fuss is about.

3)  Spot the face in the inside of the tree.  And what is it?  A portion of my friends will call “Ent” immediately; others will name Cthulhu or one of his minions.  The inside of a tree can serve as a thematic apperception test.

4)  We met an extremely friendly mountain man in the wilds who was kind enough to let us stay in his home.  (It was surprisingly stately.)  He even had a copy of my book on his mantle, next to a happy, meditating dog statue.  (I see what you did there, man.)

I loved the trip.  If you visit Virginia, treat yourself.  The hike is easier than you think, and you need to experience this at least once.

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My review of “The Amazing Spider-Man” (2012)

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*****

Did we really need a reboot of the Spider-Man films after Sam Raimi’s great run? Probably not.  “Spider-Man 2” (2004) was one of the greatest comic book movies of all time, and even the problematic “Spider-Man 3” (2007) wasn’t nearly as bad as its many detractors said.  Besides, superhero stories are serial by nature, there’s no need to stick to a trilogy.  Why not just let Raimi, Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst continue to do their thing?  (I never realized how much I liked Dunst as Mary Jane until she was absent.)

Because of the Christopher Nolan “Batman” films, that’s why.  “The Amazing Spider-Man” (2012) is an obvious (and unnecessary) attempt by Columbia Pictures to give Marvel Comics’ flagship character the Nolan treatment.  IMDB.com even states that the filmmakers credit “Batman Begins” (2005) as an influence.

With all of that said, though, “The Amazing Spider-Man” is actually a pretty good movie – I’d give it an 8 out of 10.  It doesn’t match the charm, humor and sense of fun that Raimi and co, brought us; Peter Parker and Aunt May here and not as likable or relatable.  (But Martin Sheen is awesome as ever as Uncle Ben.)

But Andrew Garfield is funny and talented, and he does a great job.  This movie actually IS truer to the comics that I remember.  Garfield’s great line delivery finally gives us the wise-cracking Peter Parker Maguire couldn’t pull off.   And the Spider-Man I remember from my school days wasn’t quite the vulnerable wallflower that we’ve seen in the Raimi films – especially when thrown into the mix with characters like Wolverine or The Punisher.

This is definitely an edgier, grittier Spider-Man story.  He gets hurt.  He bleeds.   The script is slick, smart, understated and obviously aimed at a more adult audience.  There’s good sci-fi villain who is rendered wonderfully by CGI; he makes the Green Goblin seem silly by comparison.  And the action sequences were damned good – we get some great, wicked-cool fight choreography that seems true to the character and even reminded me a little of great comic book fight movies like “Blade” (1998).

This reboot does suffer a bit from the superfluous and laborious re-telling of Spider-Man’s origin story.   How many people are unaware that Peter Parker was bitten by a radioactive and/or genetically modified spider?  How much more exciting would it be to see Spidey fight, oh, say, Carnage?

All in all, this was a decent movie.  To enjoy it, you just sort of have to take it on its own terms instead of comparing it to Raimi’s flicks.

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Godspeed to American forces and their Allies abroad.

Thank you for your skill, commitment, courage and service.  The people you protect are grateful, and far safer for your efforts.

Thanks also to the professionals in the American intelligence community.  I am privileged to be good friends with a couple of them.  (I was a reporter in Virginia for years.)  Forget what Hollywood tells us — they want nothing more than to protect their country from harm, and are among the kindest and most idealistic people I know.  And, believe me, even if they can’t say much about it, right now they are working their asses off.

E PLURIBUS UNUM.

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“To His Mistress Going To Bed,” by John Donne

“To His Mistress Going To Bed,” by John Donne

Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tir’d with standing though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven’s Zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th’eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime,
Tells me from you, that now it is bed time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads th’hill’s shadow steals.
Off with that wiry Coronet and shew
The hairy Diadem which on you doth grow:
Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread
In this love’s hallow’d temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes, heaven’s Angels used to be
Received by men; Thou Angel bringst with thee
A heaven like Mahomet’s Paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know,
By this these Angels from an evil sprite,
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
    Licence my roving hands, and let them go,
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America! my new-found-land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man mann’d,
My Mine of precious stones, My Empirie,
How blest am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
    Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,
As souls unbodied, bodies uncloth’d must be,
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are like Atlanta’s balls, cast in men’s views,
That when a fool’s eye lighteth on a Gem,
His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them.
Like pictures, or like books’ gay coverings made
For lay-men, are all women thus array’d;
Themselves are mystic books, which only we
(Whom their imputed grace will dignify)
Must see reveal’d. Then since that I may know;
As liberally, as to a Midwife, shew
Thy self: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,
There is no penance due to innocence.
    To teach thee, I am naked first; why then
What needst thou have more covering than a man.
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Here’s an interesting interview with William Reichard …

… author of the contemporary fantasy novel “This Album Full of Angles.”

I particularly liked how he explains how fans and readers can motivate a writer, and also his discussion of his creative process.

https://www.smashwords.com/interview/wreichard

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