Friday, January 8, 2010

Godzilla On My Mind


I recently checked Godzilla On My Mind: 50 Years of the King of Monsters by William Tsutsui, a Japanese-American from Texas, out of the library. It's exactly the kind of book I yearned for as a kid going through my Japanese monster movies phase: a full-length text by a lifelong, devoted fan of the genre who knows all sorts of geeky trivia. Well, I'm enjoying it just as much now, since my Godzilla film obsession (particularly those of the Showa era, the ones following from the original serious 1954 Gojira and eventually descending into camp and self-parody) has recently made a significant comeback. (I'm collecting the films one by one off E-bay in chronological order; Godzilla's Revenge is next on the list.) There's a funny photo in the book of Tsutsui as a grade-school kid wearing a homemade Godzilla costume that he coerced his mother into making him for Halloween.

I have always found fascinating the sort of pop-cultural exchange program that's gone on for decades now between American and Japan (with a similar one between America and England). The makers of Godzilla were admittedly influenced by American movies like King Kong and The Beast From 20,000 Fathoms. The original Godzilla has even been referred to as a thinly veiled Japanese remake of the latter film, which came out only a year before. But in Tsutsui's words, "Compared to The Beast From 20,000 Fathoms (or even, if I may be sacrilegious, to the great Kong), the message of the original Godzilla film is so much more nuanced, the special effects so different, and the emotions stirred so much more profound that any charges of cinematic plagiarism seem all but irrelevant."

The name Gojira itself (anglicized as Godzilla when the film hit the American market) is a combination of the words gorira (gorilla) and kujira (whale) despite the fact that Godzilla resembles neither of these mammals. It is said of Nakajima Haruo, the man who played Godzilla inside the urethane foam suit, that he "could spend no more than a few minutes at a time sealed within the costume" and that "technicians regularly poured a cup of Nakajima's sweat out of the suit between takes and the actor reported losing 20 pounds of weight during the shoot." Most interesting to me is that Ifukube Akira, the composer who made the soundtrack for the film, came up with Godzilla's distinctive ear-splitting roar by "drawing a leather glove across the strings of a contrabass and manipulating the resulting sound in an echo chamber."

Fascinating stuff!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Less than a month to go...

I just confirmed via phone with my new flatmate that I am moving into his place by February 1st! The Edwardian flat I'm moving into is off Balboa Street in Central Richmond, not far from Golden Gate Park. My roommate was overjoyed when I said I'm moving in, I gather he's had a difficult time finding a suitable housemate. I can tell just from our initial conversation/interview that we'll get along just fine. He likes to cook and have people over for dinner, which is something I've been looking forward to forever (the house I currently live in doesn't have a working oven!) My room has hardwood floors, there's a nice semi-fenced backyard patio area, and adopting a cat is an option as long as I am fully responsible for its welfare. I'll be starting from scratch - no mattress yet even! - but I think it's the next step in my Bay Area adventure. It can't be less comfortable than the neighborhood I live in right now, that's for sure. Just now walking home from a taqueria in Fruitvale, in broad daylight, people driving by yelled some shit and threw a container that landed right in front of me. Startling and totally out of nowhere.

Yes, thank you, assholes, I know, and I'm leaving as soon as possible, BUH-LIEVE ME!

Sea urchins / Ann Coulter / NY resolution

This is too bad, I like Eli Roth. He's an intelligent fan and creator of horror films.

Eli Roth Stung

Why couldn't it have been SARAH PALIN STUNG BY SEA URCHINS instead. Or DICK CHENEY DEVOURED BY DRIVER ANTS. Or maybe ANN COULTER GORED BY UNICORN.

Also, I have made a belated new year's resolution: to stop exercising. It's just too hard. To quote the great Karen Walker of Will & Grace: Exercise is for fat people. Actually she never said that, but it sounds like something she might've said.

Alas, my career in hospitality has come to a scudding halt. I'm looking for a job in San Francisco. Preferably a paying one.

xo

glam

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Johnny hosts NYE


Here's another New Year's Eve gig that I attended "in spirit": everyone's favorite semi-closeted gay figure skater, Johnny Weir (can't wait for those Winter Olympics next month in Vancouver!) hosted a NYE bash at Russian restaurant Mari Vanna. Hey, Johnny, let's make 2010 the year you win a gold medal AND come out of the closet. If you want to. I'm sure everyone will still love you, especially Adam Lambert.

Angels in America


"Catholics believe in forgiveness, Jews believe in guilt."

It takes me a while to get around to seeing things sometimes...for example, I just recently, through the magic of Netflix, finally watched the cable miniseries Angels in America, based on the vastly acclaimed play by Tony Kushner, and featuring an all-star cast including Al Pacino and Meryl Streep! Streep plays the ghost of Ethel Rosenberg, the mother of a closeted gay Mormon son, AND a liver-spotted Jewish rabbi delivering a eulogy! And PACINO...my God, what a loathsome character, but my GOD, what a brilliant personification of that loathsome character! Angels in America is full of hallucinatory vignettes that verge on the operatic - Emma Thompson tearing the roof off a sick man's bedroom and appearing in angelic form, Sarah Jessica Parker escaping the harshness of reality in her imagination's version of Antarctica (with Jeffrey Wright of Basquiat as her gum-chewin' tour guide to a Valley of the Frozen Dolls). It's a pretty grandiose conceit, and more than a little self-congratulatory, starting with the AIDS epidemic in the early '80s and ending with a hallowed vision of those same virus-stricken homosexual men as harbingers of some sort of holy work of God (if I'm understanding the ending properly), leading humankind towards a greater sense of solidarity and compassion. (It hasn't entirely worked out that way, has it? Well, to some extent it has.) I'm certainly glad I finally caught up with it, though. And I feel sorry for people who had to wait for each separate episode to be released back when it first came out!

Friday, January 1, 2010

Thursday, December 31, 2009

My next tattoo


Is going to be THIS image tattooed on my chest directly over my heart