Saturday, April 28, 2012

Life, Death, and Reconciliation: The Descendants and Gran Torino


I've watched two movies in the last couple of weeks that have a lot in common: the death of a mother, the alienation of a father from his children, a re-engagement with life, and an eventual reconciliation. There are also many differences between the two. One mother has been a good and faithful wife; the other has not. One takes place in a declining working-class neighborhood; the other is set in luxurious locations in Hawaii. One leaves the viewer with a sense of hope; the other leaves him thinking, "Well, that's nice, but what happens next?

The Descendants' Matt King has been so busy with his law practice and the handling of his family's hereditary estate on Kauai that he hasn't had much time for his family. Now his wife, Alexandra, is in a coma in the hospital after a boating accident and he hopes that when she recovers, he can begin to make up for past mistakes. Before very long we learn two things: she's been having an affair with someone whom she wants to marry, and she is going to die. Throughout the rest of the movie, Matt and his 16 and 10 year old daughters try to come to terms with Alexandra's life and death, and to rebuild their relationship with one another. In the end they succeed, and the final scene shows the three of them snuggling together on the couch, eating popcorn and watching TV.

It's a beautiful (scenically), well-made movie and the actors play their parts well, but there is an emptiness throughout the movie. After Alexandra dies, there is a scene in which Matt and his daughters take her ashes out in a canoe and dump them into the ocean. There's an "is that all there is?" feel to the scene. She was alive and now she's gone, and that seems to be it. There's no promise of anything beyond this life, and one wonders what can possibly hold the family together now.

When my friend Amy told me that I should watch Gran Torino, I thought, "A car movie?" Then when she said that was a Clint Eastwood movie, I thought, "Really? Wasn't his last movie about euthanasia?" However, she then said the magic words which will get me to watch most anything, "It's really Catholic."

The movie opens with the funeral of Walt Kowalski's wife. Kowalski (Clint Eastwood) stands stern and unmovable as guests file by the casket. During the funeral, the young priest, Fr. Janovich, gives a rather pat homily that might do for a family whose faith is important to them, but is powerless to touch or console Dorothy Kowalski's family. It becomes quickly obvious that there is only the most tenuous of relationships between Walt and his two sons and their families, and that this is unlikely to change.

Walt is a Korean War veteran and he is angry. The world around him is changing and he doesn't like the changes. His neighborhood is now filled with Hmong refugees. He has nothing to say to his neighbors and they have nothing to say to him. So, he sits on his porch, drinking beer and scowling at the world.

Not only is Walt unhappy with his neighbors, but Fr. Janovich is making his life difficult. Father made a promise to Dorothy that he would get Walt to go to Confession, and he is determined to keep his promise. I like this character. He is naive and sometimes gauche, but he is also brave and faithful

Events conspire to involve Walt in the lives of his next door neighbors, a young woman named Sue and her brother Thao. It's his growing affection for these two young people and the wider Hmong community that brings Walt back into the land of the living. It's his efforts to help Thao find his way in the world and escape the clutches of the gang that is trying to recruit him that bring him to the point where he must face the demons of his years in Korea, and risk everything to save his friends.

Unlike The Descendants, Gran Torino is filled with hope. In fact, the characters in one way or other display all the virtues, both theological and cardinal. It's a bit rougher around the edges (Oh, who could imagine Clint Eastwood rough around the edges?), but it tells a story of true reconciliation.

One warning, is that Gran Torino is filled with language that will manage to offend almost everyone. It's not only crude, it's decidedly not PC. I don't find this as offensive, though, as the language of the daughters in The Descendants. It's very irritating, but it's pretty much what we have come expect from children in movies nowadays.

AMDG

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Heavenly Cakes and Pies

I've been sort of worried about being so negligent about writing lately, but then . . .




AMDG

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Since We're Talking about My House

My house was originally a dogtrot cabin. It probably looked pretty much like the one below. It was built in 1896 by a farmer named Fonzie Scott and we bought it from his great grandson, who had lived here when he was first married. I have pictures of the house when there was a pen around the front yard for the cows. They used to eat off the porch. the cabin on the right, which is now my bedroom, was once used to hold feed for the cows.


Over the years the family built a room behind the room on the left which is my dining room and another behind that which is my kitchen, and a bathroom (thank goodness) on the right side of the kitchen. They closed in the dogtrot and made into a foyer with a closet at thThis e back.


This is the way that the house looks now. The man that sold us the house remodeled it when he got married and added two bedrooms off the left side. You can see part of that addition in this picture. I looked and looked for a picture without snow and I know I have several, but they are hiding from me.

AMDG

Simcha Fisher

Even more amusing that usual today.

AMDG

Monday, April 23, 2012

Sometimes I Forget . . .

How beautiful our property is. I really should go outside more.


I've been really busy the last few days, but this evening it was so pleasant I decided I better go for a walk. After about five minutes, I had to go inside and get my camera.


I don't know what this stuff is called but it smells like heaven. For about the last twelve miles of our ride home it is everywhere. The whole countryside is full of its scent.


This is a path that links the part of the field that is around our house with another field further out. The guy we bought the house from cut three acres out of the original property because he thought he could sell it to our neighbors and make more money, but there it sits. I was really surprised when I went back there today. Last year the temperatures in the spring went from the 40s to the 90s very quickly. We had no spring and a hot, hot summer, so I never walked back this way. The trees on the right line a ditch and have always been there. Five years ago, there was a field on the left. Two years ago, the trees were about as tall as I am. Now its like walking on a path through the woods.


This is a path that leads away from our house. I like to think that I will spend more time outside this year, but we'll see.

I have parts of two posts sitting here waiting to be finished. I hope I get to write more about them soon.

AMDG





Friday, April 20, 2012

Gillian Welch in Memphis

I have a ticket. First row balcony. It's a small concert hall, so that's pretty close to the stage. I am very excited.

AMDG