Showing posts with label Gus Van Sant. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Profiles in Greatness: Suzanne Stone


SUZANNE STONE
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"It's nice to live in a country where life, liberty... 
and all the rest of it, still stand for something." 

Name:   Suzanne Stone (aka. Suzanne Maretto)
Occupation:
    On-Air Correspondent of the WWEN Weather Center in Little Hope, NY
Nickname:   Gangbusters




 On using her "Professional Name"...
"It's not like I have negative feelings about the name Maretto. Maretto was the name after all of my husband who I loved very, very much. It's also the name of his parents, Joe and Angela Maretto, and his lovely and talented sister Janice Maretto, who have been like a second family to me, and who I regard as I do my own family. Particularly since my recent tragedy... And who, just through knowing and being related to them, have given me what I think is a very precious and valuable insight into the different kind of ethnic relationships that are a part of the very things that I've been trying to explore as a member of the professional media."




On branding...
"The point is that, for instance, Connie Chung -- who is married I believe to Maury Povich, the well-known interviewer -- doesn't say, "Hello, this is Connie Povich with the news," now does she? And I don't think she would be embarrassed by it or anything like that because she's already pretty ethnic when you think about it... Or, to take another example, someone who doesn't appear to have an ethnic bone in their body... there's Jane Pauley. Who I strongly relate to because, you know, when you have... similar physical traits. Although I think we don't have to struggle with the weight problem like she does...  And she also, to the best of my knowledge, has never identified herself audience-wise as Jane Trudeau, even though her husband, Mr. Trudeau, is a prominent cartoonist of some kind, and not as so many people believe, the ex-president of Canada. So what I'm saying is this... There are some people who never know who they are or who they want to be, until it's too late. And that is a real tragedy in my book. Because I always knew who I was and who I wanted to be. Always."  




On being in the public eye...
"Of course if you're actively seeking a career in the professional ice skating field -- in the spotlight, so to speak -- I think you have to maximize your positive features. So what I'm saying is, a qualified plastic surgeon could snip away those little... beauty spots, or facial blemishes - whatever you want to call 'em - and you'd see how much better you feel about yourself! I believe that Mr. Gorbachev -- y'know, the man who ran Russia for so long?  I believe that he would still be in power today if he'd done what so many people suggested and had that big purple thing taken off his forehead. I firmly believe that. Someday I hope to interview him and we would discuss that along with more pertinent, international things."




On balancing career and family...
"I love kids! I absolutely love them! But a woman in my field with a baby has two strikes against her. Say I'm in New York, right? And I'm called to go on some foreign assignment -- like a royal wedding or... a revolution in South America! You can't run from place to place with your crew following you and conduct SERIOUS interviews with a big fat stomach! Or say you've already had the baby and you've got this blubber, these boobs out to here... It's just so gross."




On media influence...
"You're not anybody in America unless you're on TV. On TV is where we learn about who we really are. Because what's the point of doing anything worthwhile if nobody's watching? And if people are watching? It makes you a better person."
"I believe that in our fast moving computer age it is the medium of television that joins together the global community. And it is the television journalist who serves as messenger. Bringing the world into our homes and our homes into the world. It has always been my dream to become such a messenger. I look to you gentlemen now to make that dream a reality."




On her personal influences...
"Barbara (Walters) does have many admirable qualities. Wide range of knowledge of current events, and a deep sympathy for people's inner feelings -- which is a trait so many people have of the Jewish persuasion."
"Everyone has to start somewhere! Do you know where Edward R. Murrow started? ... No. Well... Neither do I offhand. But I don't think it was at the top, do you?"




In the words of her friends and colleagues...
"Suzanne Maretto was a beautiful human being with real dreams and aspirations."

"She's like one of those porcelain dolls that mom collects. She is so pure and delicate and innocent, you just have to look at her and you want to take care of her for the rest of your life."

 "I never really gave a rat's ass about the weather until I got to know Ms. Moretto. Now I take it very seriously. If it rains, or there's lightning or thunder, or if it snows... I have to jack off."

"Four letters. Begins with C... "


"Cold. C-O-L-D. Cold. "

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Obscure Beauty: My Own Private Idaho (1991)


"I'm a connoisseur of roads. I've been tasting roads... My whole life. This road will never end. It probably goes all around the world."


We here at Club Silencio remember River Phoenix in the only way we know how... Exploitatively.



Sunday, January 18, 2009

2008 Cheers and Tears


The year end lists bring out the best and worst in us, and usually say quite a bit about the critic at hand. I'd argue that I'm not nearly as emo as my five favorites would imply -- as in I'm not listening to Death Cab for Cutie as I cry and write in my poetry journal. I will say this year made good with the small, ambient indie film though, and who am I to resist such heady and depressing ambiguity.

So I didn't love The Dark Knight (meh) , I didn't cry over spilt Milk (I much preferred the documentary), and I didn't even see Slumdog Millionaire (I'm more of a Press Your Luck fan myself.). I never really caught on this year's bandwagons, but I'm happy to see the bandwagons were far less stuffed and plentiful in 2008.

Anyhow, here are my five personal favorites of 2008. If you don't agree, you can go cry about it. I know I will.


Coming soon to a Pottery Barn near you... Threeways!

Vicky Cristina Barcelona

Love is tourism in this sensuously bitter comedy from Woody Allen. It reverberates with lust and possibility and echoes back in disappointment. The sunlit serenity manages to somehow mask the deep cynicism of these characters and gives the film a very romantic spirit. But just like a summer romance, the passion fades with some distance. Allen stays true to his fascinations with an effortlessly light energy and surpasses most of his comedies within the last decade. He finds the best in his beautiful ensemble, particularly a dazzling Penélope Cruz, and makes the heart grow fonder while we immediately lust for the next great Woody Allen film.


If only they'd named it Optimism Park, none of this would have ever happened.

Paranoid Park

Gus Van Sant's enveloping aura says so much about the affected side of disaffected youth. We as the viewer are the world on their shoulders. Van Sant, alongside cinematographer Christopher Doyle, finds the world of adolescence in a state of perpetual static dreaming at war with the harsh reality of adulthood. A young skateboarder's guilt over a sudden life-altering incident (and one of the year's most scarring cinematic moments) streams into an ethereal, grim and affecting moodpiece, with all the weight of a human tragedy amongst the airiness of a vague childhood memory.


"Over there! I think I just saw Sally Field falling from a plane..."

Mister Lonely

An expressive, feeling, and humane look at identity through the eccentric eyes of Harmony Korine. In this world anyone can be a star and miracles can and do happen -- other times the magic fails and it's best just to be a face in the crowd. The dreamy atmospherics and poetic pondering are tinged with a wonderfully offbeat sense of humor, and somehow Michael Jackson painting eggs, Marilyn Monroe getting a sunburn, and Werner Herzog's miraculous flying nuns all seem utterly transcendent and profound. There is a beauty to individuality and this film is one-of-a-kind.


The most dire game of fetch ever played.

Wendy and Lucy

Deceptively simple and unexpectedly haunting, Wendy's story is remarkably open, as is Michelle Williams beautifully subtle and distanced performance. The loss of one's only companion, the hard road to starting a new life, or any life; director Kelly Reichardt makes minuscule moments ring of truth and deeper implications of the world at large. At its most base level of a girl in search of her lost dog, there's a heart-wrenching pain at this film's center and yet it's captured without force in an environment that's immediately recognizable. Wendy and Lucy lives and breathes like a stranger you meet in passing: you know just enough to get a strong feeling about it.


Even lap dances eventually take their toll.

The Wrestler

Character overcomes cliche in this tenderly realized tale of a pro-wrestler readying for the good fight. Mickey Rourke's inhabited turn as "Randy the Ram" is an affecting look at a man bruised and beaten by his choices, and Rourke finds the real ache in those wounds. Darren Aronofsky expertly orchestrates the passionate heights of a hero's journey and the despairing lows of an average man's weakness. He also manages to take his usual brilliance for visual trickery into a more subdued, but no less spectacular, playing field. The more standard threads of the narrative are easily beaten out by some wonderful nuance, Aronofsky's low-key precision and the enduring performances, including yet another vivid and lovely supporting turn by Marisa Tomei as a stripper on a similar stage. For every punch thrown there's some equally fancy footwork and so much more going on off-stage.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Milk Does a Gay Cinephile Good

Below is the first trailer for Gus Van Sant's promising biopic Milk, based on California's first openly gay elected official and all around gay rights activist Harvey Milk. It looks distinctly less mood-driven than Van Sant's more recent films like Paranoid Park, but his conjuring of seventies-era Castro Street and similar-era pornostaches looks to create an altogether different atmosphere. We're in assured hands with the always contemplative Van Sant and a solid cast that includes Sean Penn, James Franco, Josh Brolin and Emile Hirsch.



Which ties into one of next year's likely highlights: Ang Lee's Taking Woodstock. It also happens to have Emile Hirsch on the sidelines and yet another gay-themed historical bent. Lee's making the film alongside longtime collaborative partner James Schamus, who produced something called Brokeback Mountain. Maybe you've heard of it... The true story follows Elliot Tiber, a gay interior designer (redundant) in the Catskills who helps make Woodstock the counter-culture event of the decade. Notable elements include an encounter with a transvestite played by Liev Schreiber, and Tiber's affair with a closeted married man, played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan. Lee's casting agent knows exactly what we want to see!

That's all very good news, right? Now for the bad news.... Poor Emile, the ads were wrong!

Milk DOESN'T do a body good.