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Anybody?
Come on! It’s a dead giveaway!
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So last week the first trailer for Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi hit. Here it is!
Assuming that the trailer is representative of the film, this movie has potential to end up being the most beautiful Star Wars movie yet, in terms of the visuals. There are some gorgeous shots here, my favorite being the distant shot of Rey practicing with her lightsaber on the island.
Luke is also apparently not faking his whole “depressed Jedi teacher” thing, as hinted in The Force Awakens. From what little we see or hear, Luke Skywalker sounds old, tired, and weary of the whole thing. I still don’t know that I like this turn of events, and I remain convinced that surely the writers crafting this part of the story could have figured out a way to engage the emotions and have danger without undermining all the victories of the original trilogy. There’s a sense here of, oh, as if Victor and Ilsa’s plane at the end of Casablanca had to turn around and land again, due to engine trouble.
Also released was the first poster for The Last Jedi:
It’s OK as well. Nothing earth-shaking. The lightsaber blade, with the starburst right at the pommel, is a callback to the famous Brothers Hildebrandt poster for Star Wars, way back in the day. The faces of Luke and Kylo Ren, looming over Rey, seem to indicate that they will be battling for Rey herself; she appears to be caught in the middle of these two men. This is all a lot of tea-leaf reading, I admit, but I’m not really wild about the notion of these films making us wonder if Rey will tumble to the Dark Side or stay with the Light. Again, we’ve seen that story before. But I could be wrong, and I’m willing to see.
I also find it fitting that Kylo Ren’s face is notably smaller than Luke’s, because Luke is the ultimate hero of much of Star Wars, and frankly, as a villain Kylo Ren is simply not that interesting to me. Finally, as a visual note from the poster, that starburst at the lightsaber blade’s base is surrounded by a multi-ringed halo that seems suggestive to me of Captain America’s shield.
So, a nice trailer and a nice poster. Red seems to be a dominant color this time out, with the red lettering of the Star Wars logo and the red background in the poster and even the planet in the trailer whose soil seems to be a red dust. Red is typically the color of the Sith lightsabers, so…well, again, we’ll see.
Meantime, we’re two weeks out from Guardians of the Galaxy v. 2….
Generally, Cane gets along pretty well with our two cats, Lester and Julio. Julio will actually walk up to Cane and head-butt him, where Lester’s relationship with Cane has a little “sibling rivalry” thing going on.
Well, here’s what happened tonight when Cane reached out and touched Lester.


He stuck it out, though. When a cat doesn’t want to leave the warm space they’ve found, it takes a lot more than a mischievous greyhound touching their butt to get them to move. Eventually, though, Lester put his ears back, said “Eff this”, and ran upstairs.
Such is life at Casa Jaquandor!
Some years ago I wrote about the Oliver Stone movie Nixon, which is a sort of companion piece to his JFK. As in the earlier film, John Williams provided the score, and it’s an underrated standout in his long parade of amazing works. The opening track on the CD is, in my mind, a brilliant film music tone poem, called “The 1960s: The Turbulent Years”. There are brief moments of lyrical optimism, but they are shot through with moments of militaristic menace.
The dee-oh-gee walks the same neighborhood every day, usually three times. He passes the same shrubs and the same trees and the same lampposts. And he stops each and every time to smell them.
Like this rock.
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Anyhow, for some reason, it often reminds me of this brief bit from the pilot episode of Cheers:
“That’s you, dude.”
“Huh.” [continues sniffing]
This United Airlines fiasco is quite the thing, from the bizarre legality of a business being allowed to sell more of a product than it can actually provide (most other businesses would be accused of fraud if they tried that), to the police being deployed to enforce the whims of a corporation. For me, the most depressing aspect is all the people online excusing United’s behavior, on the basis that “Them’s the rules” and “It’s in the fine print.” Blind acquiescence to corporate authority cannot be that good a thing. (And I’ll leave unmentioned the awfulness of some news media outlets deciding to dig into the passenger’s past, as if that in any way excuses what’s happened to him now. The whole “He’s no angel, though” thing has got to stop.)
This fiasco has, though, prompted a lot of hilarious reaction from the Internet, and really, this post is just an excuse for me to post one of these. And here you go:
Well, look — it’s pretty obvious which of these guys is going to get “re-accommodated”. Looking at the line of redshirts, do you notice anything distinctive about the third guy from the left?
I know it’s late in the day, so here’s something for the setting of evening and night: one of Chopin’s most famous Nocturnes. Way back when I was taking piano lessons, I remember that I started working on this piece, but for some reason I don’t recall, I never got it to the point that my fingers knew it. Alas!
If you listen to this overture without knowing what it is, as I did the other morning when it came on the radio, you might think — especially at the end — that it’s a very British work.