Monday, May 22, 2017

Notes from a Dependent Brat: Fireworks

It's Victoria Day here in Canada (It's Queen Victoria's birthday). This special celebration, which I've never been able to peg to a date, made me think of fireworks.

CFB Baden-Soellingen, West Germany, late 1960s or early 1970s: The family and I gathered, along with many other military families, on the base's airfield to partake one evening in a display of fireworks. The actual igniting part fell to the men and women of Canada's finest service -- they know about explosives for some reason.

The image I remember most from the spectacular aerial powder display is of one lonely expired charge that fell just metres from us as we sat prone on the grass. The guys sitting on top of the parked crash-tender near us did not seem to react; I took that to be a sort of clean bill of health.

The red still-burning charge fizzled and my attention went back to the heavens....

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Coming this Summer to an Electronic Device Near You

Stay tuned to this blog for the latest news about The Barrie Allandale Show.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Witch Which Hunt is Witch?

Donald J. Trump, President of the United States of America, tweeted minutes ago his response to the appointment of a special counsel to oversee the inquiry of a possible Trump-Russia connection. Former FBI director and prosecutor Robert S. Mueller III will head a committee that no doubt will be, in the Uber-Prez's eyes at least, a "disaster".

Trump's unique tweet:

"This is the single greatest witch hunt of a politician in American history!"

I'm surprised he managed to wrestle the difference between "witch" and "which".

It's obvious that Trump does not know American History.

Richard Nixon (the obvious example of a "witch hunt")
James Buchanan
Andrew Johnson
Bill Clinton ("I've never heard of him!")
Ulysses S. Grant (surely Trump has heard of him)

Those are just a few examples.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Trump's Favourite Word May Be His Moniker: Disaster

Once the dust settled after the last U.S. presidential election the predictions came out:

"Trump won't last a term"; "He'll have a meltdown before long";

and my favourite, one dispensed by a few friends of mine, "Within a year he'll be impeached".


"Without question."

Donald J. Trump's fate as President of the United States of America as predicted by the Oracles of Ontario.

Monday, May 15, 2017

Film is my Minor; my Major is:

I had an interesting discussion recently with an old friend. He loves movies. So do I. But after chatting back and forth, some 'technical' issues regarding formats and screen ratios, I realized that while I love films ("movies", if you prefer) I don't obsess over them. They're just movies, after all. That's all.

There are more important and more interesting things in the world.

For me:

Ships and Shipping (not Shops and Shopping)
Fine Art
Cats (animals in general)
Ice Hockey (not the NHL)
Football (not Gridiron Football)
Space Flight (especially that of the Soviet Union)
Reading (funny how this gets lost in our movies and television world)
Humour (it's out there and hopefully it's takin' over)

I must be missing something.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

What Films Made You Cry?

Peter Howell, a film critic with the Toronto Star newspaper, has a piece in today's issue about movies that have made him cry. This story is but one in a series of articles by different Star writers; it's his turn to admit: The movies that make me cry: Howell

One movie has made me cry: Cinema Paradiso

But many movies have made me cry for making me kiss my hard-earned money goodbye....

The first time I saw Cinema Paradiso was on an Air Canada flight but I did not enjoy it, probably because I was enjoying a headache. (It must have been the bitter I consumed in London, England, shortly before the flight.)

Weeks later the Bloor Cinema here in Toronto played Paradiso. I gave it a better shot. For some reason the picture resonated with me. By about two-thirds the way in I was blubbering like a baby. "What is happening to me? I am a Vulcan. I am in control of my emotions!"

A friend of mine kidded me minutes after we saw The Joy Luck Club. The party of people I was with all said they cried during the film. My friend Donald had one answer to explain my malady: "You're a cold fish, Si."

Maybe I am.

As the end credits began to roll on my tear duct tickler, I decided to make a move for the exit. Figures. A young woman about ten years my junior was standing there. As I floated past she gave me a look of: "Looks like that guy enjoyed the movie." What was she doing standing there?

Otherwise I don't cry at movies. However, I may well up....

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Relaying Delaying

Two articles of mine that are awaiting 'part 2' postings:

From September 12th of 2015:
Interview With RCAF "Yukon" Pilot Larry Byrne

From February 8th:
Article Sample: "Yukon Crews" - Part One

The above admissions of omissions will hopefully lead to part twos for each.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

A Canadian Film Discussion Channelled

"Have you seen (the Canadian film)______?" somehow made it out repeatedly between fork-loads of delicious fattening breakfast. Meeting with an old friend in order to take in platefuls of food and fine discussion face-to-face, not via Facebook or some such human-contact-avoidance program, is always a welcome break from the rigours of life.

One thing we both agreed on is that it would be nice to have a cable channel devoted to Canadian films. Such an initiative has been proposed before by some known Canadian filmmakers including David Cronenberg. Most welcome would be homegrown television drama, and, I can't believe I'm saying this, sitcoms.

Sign me up. And Greg, too. Especially if the network programs the classic feature films Mon oncle Antoine and Face Off, and the television dramas Seeing Things and Wojeck.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Words of Warning From OECA / TVO

A friend sent me a link to a video that he worked on and he asked that I "do not distribute".

Afterwards I remembered something that the Ontario Educational Communications Authority or TVOntario (as it was later renamed) would do many years ago whenever they showed an old film or serial chapter on its programs Saturday Night at the Movies or Magic Shadows. Seconds after the film material would start to roll, up came a superimposition of white lettering: "THIS FILM NOT TO BE COPIED."

On one occasion my dad editorialized: "Big deal." If I remember correctly, he said that at the beginning of a Republic serial chapter; maybe G-Men vs. the Black Dragon.

"We copy that, OECA."

Monday, May 8, 2017

There Is Another....

Some of you who are familiar with this blog will know that I've worked in film and television here in Toronto for years as a cameraman, designer, optical cameraman, director, video tech, etc.

However, I'm not the only one of the brood who has forged or etched a career in the biz. Brother Peter has done some fine work as a writer, director, composer, and more. Some TV shows he has written for include Come Dine With Me Canada and Weird or What?. (He has written words to be spoken on camera by William Shatner. Am I envious?....maybe.)

In addition to working for others in various roles, Peter and I have both produced our own film/vid projects. We also share the same sense of humour and much the same temperament.

The Internet Movie Database (IMDb) listing for Peter St. Laurent.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Stephen Fry Investigated For What?....

My Sunday morning online newspaper reading involves paying a visit to The Guardian. Soon after the site's top-page loaded I saw something bizarre:

Stephen Fry investigated by Irish police for alleged blasphemy

What? Then I read the piece. Disturbing stuff.

I began to wonder, do I have the year right? So I uploaded this blog posting in order to check what year this is: Yep, 2017.

Yes, I realize that my methodology makes no sense. Just like something else....

Two Toho Studios Monster Fans

The combination of Godzilla and Toho film studios makes for a formidable tag team. The famous Japanese production complex is so synonymous with the rubber-made monster that it's hard to believe that it actually has produced non monster movies.

However, the purpose of this piece is to go for the studio's biggest star: Godzilla.

In the late summer of 1988 I became friends with a chap who had been living in the same building as me for four years. We hit it off right away once we decided to converse with one another. He, Richard, was in the midst of his physics master's degree program at the University of Toronto, and I, a recent film-school graduate, was working very occassionally as a designer on films and television commercials.

How tickled I was when he told me that he was a big fan of the Godzilla pictures.

A pot of tea, a bowl of unhealthy potato chips, two geeks in front of a VCR-powered television set: Godzilla; Godzilla vs. the Smog Monster; Godzilla vs. Mothra; King Kong vs. Godzilla; Destroy All Monsters; Godzilla, 1985; you get the picture.

Richard earned his PhD, and I stomped around in the film and television business.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Yes, But....

As I stated yesterday with my heavy-handed pen I find Man's abuse of animals abhorrent.

As with most people of conscience and pre-heated air yours truly is full of contradiction:

While I hate animal abuse I have no problem with animal testing. Animal testing is a good thing. When I buy a cat from a pet store I expect it to work properly.

Friday, May 5, 2017

Anita Krajnc Speaks of Violence Towards Animals

I heard the good news today that Canadian animal rights activist Anita Krajnc will not spend time in jail (?!) for giving water to pigs stuffed into a death transport.

Torturing pigs, cows, and chickens while they are on their way to a house-of-horror is unacceptable. Most bizarre is the fact that the industry makes no effort to give even a modicum of comfort to its most valuable asset. (Don't expect any applied intelligence.) To deny water to these living beings is unconscionable.

What Ms. Krajnc's act illustrates is that the Rule of Law has no rules when it comes to the protection of animals. Perhaps she'll become a folk hero to those humans who care about animals and their rights.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

May the Fourth and a Life Be WIth You

There was no drum roll. Until minutes ago I had not realized today was May the 4th. These last few days has seen me post a few pieces on Star Wars, the first (actually the fourth) and best, in my opinion, of the Star Wars film franchise. (I admit freely that I have not seen the two most recent bumps in that universe.)

Two days ago I watched Francois Truffaut's super-fine 1973 picture Day for Night. That is more my kind of movie -- a different kind of movie, of course. There is no explosion at the end, even if Truffaut's on-screen director character had so many reasons to explode. He took the mayhem of trying to make a movie, and maintain some semblance of a 'vision', in stride.

My "May the Fourth" celebration today? Do something constructive. I hope....

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Cheers! Welcome to England, Mates!

My first trip to England as an adult happened in April of 1990. After my Air Canada Boeing 747 landed at Heathrow, and I had been processed at customs, I made the necessary trip down the airport's moving walkway to the exit doors: to be ejected into British society.

My stand on the walkway was the introduction part. A newly arrived Canadian needed a good taste of that 'angry Brit' behaviour -- that stereotypical behaviour.

I heard a fast approaching voice behind me. "Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me...." A young woman, with hands up, was pleasantly pushing her way past the standing crowd, obviously in a rush to get somewhere, like the end of the moving walkway. Another voice caught my attention; I looked over to see a scruffy-looking gentleman, a guy who looked like he could have been a grumpy brother of film director Stanley Kubrick.

"Ah, what makes you so privileged?" The happy vaulter answered: "Just making my way through." Like a schoolmaster who had to educate his Canadian students (tourists) he addressed us with a sweep of his saucer-like eyes: "She must be from Birmingham!"

All I could come up with was: "Welcome to England!" -- to myself.