|Update on the weekend, with bonus film review.
||[11 Oct 2005|09:16am]
Decided I should use this LJ periodically for the public parts of my life.
So I got together with Jen on Friday, and we went out to play arcade games. Wonderfully geeky. My yen for great classics was unfulfilled because the machines were under repair, but I got to play a bunch of stuff, including some Crazy Taxi (a wonderful cabinet game, the brakes are much more responsive than in the home version, which I love), Blade of Honor (a sword-swinging samurai game, interesting because you swing the sword), this horrible cop game where you have to keep actually ducking, and getting my ass kicked by Jen in Marvel vs. Capcom 2. So then we went to Taco Bell and hung out and around.
Saturday I was still up at her place (this is also true about Sunday). We went to Red Bank for a while, where I bought a Transmetropolitan and a Runaways trade at Jay & Silent Bob's Secret Stash. Later we decided to go out and see Proof, which I'll review a little later. During the climactic part of the film, the sound cut out, and took a bit before it was restored. A shame, but I'd seen the play. We got free emergency re-admit tickets though, and can go to any Loews theater for free. Yay. I also got to play one of the greatest arcade games ever made, Ms. Pac-Man, while we were there. Despite some mighty fine games made since, Ms. Pac-Man is 100% solid gameplay. The flash and glitz aren't there; it's just a matter of being a fun and challenging game for all ages.
So Sunday we were mostly just chilling, and decided to do the fun by driving in two cars to my house. This accomplished the goal of us going yesterday to the American Indian Arts Festival yesterday at the Rankokus Indian Reservation in Rancocas, NJ, a Powhatan reservation in the woods of Burlington County. My mom took me regularly as a kid, and I always got the face paint and whatever other oddities. So we went - my mom, Jen, and me - and it was amusing. Sadly, the alligator wrestler who'd been there when I was a kid wasn't up there at the time, but the Mexican pole dancers were. They climb up this 100' pole, 4 tie themselves to ropes and a platform atop, and come down in this slow spin where they are hanging head first from ropes that are slowly unfurling. Then the fifth guy, who dances on top of this pole a bit, slides down one of the ropes. It's pretty astounding stuff. There were also hoop dancers and a bit of a show with some hawks, and some astoundingly greasy food that I still regret. I bought Jen a Peruvian hat with earflaps that had squarish llamas on it, and I got this great shirt that shows four armed Indians on it with the slogan "Homeland Security: Fighting Terrorism Since 1492."
Good weekend. So the movie review:
Proof was the first play I read when I got into reading plays, and has a particularly special connotation to me for that. I also saw it with Anne Heche and Len Cariou on Broadway, right before it closed. So it was pretty obligatory to see the film with Gwyneth Paltrow. Now: no one is mistaking the woman for 27, which Jen most definitely noted. Especially opposite Jake Gyllenhaal. Neither of them was bad at the acting, but film is not kind to Paltrow's casting, where stage would've been, and putting her up against a guy visibly a bit younger than her was a mistake. Meh.
So Proof is a one-set play, the action unfolding entirely on a back porch. Which works for the play, but clearly could not be replicated on film; neither could the distinct scenes of the play, which shuffle you around a little with time. The film predictably made the back-in-time sequences flashbacks, and went to extreme lengths to push the dialogue away from the house, which always felt like a stretch. They're having conversations on the street or in the clothing store that are just obviously shoved into those locations inorganically. The house scenes always felt much more natural. You see more, which while interesting doesn't contribute much to the play as such. The speech given as a eulogy was kind of embarassing. And the pacing of the big revelation seemed forced, though I couldn't actually hear it.
Honestly, if you can find a good production of the play, it was better than the filmed version of Proof. But it's worth watching.