TENDING TOWARDS THE PECULIAR

"We’re not going let our campaign be dictated by fact-checkers," Neil Newhouse, the Romney campaign’s pollster, said last week during a breakfast discussion at the Republican National Convention in Tampa, Florida, sponsored by ABC News and Yahoo News. He said that fact-checkers brought their own sets of thoughts and beliefs to their work. Link
cf. “The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.” George Orwell
Cartoon Tom Toles, here

Tending distinctly towards peculiar, for me at least, was the reaction of a majority of The Great Unwashed from both sides of the political divide, to the speech/performance of Clint Eastwood at the Rebublican Convention last week, it ranged from determined po-facedness to outright nastiness. I guess I have to excuse native-born Americans, who weren't, unless exceptionally lucky, brought up on a diet of The Goons, Monty Python, and Spitting Image. The only response to Clint Eastwood's contribution to the Republican Convention anywhere near my own reaction, after having watched a video recording, was at a blog called Corrente: Two Cheers for Clint Eastwood. ...Anyway, Clint's monologue reminded me of the photograph (above left) - we found the old seat in the foyer of an abandoned theatre somewhere in Texas.


And....spotted in (would ya believe?)Sweetwater, Texas:



From elsewhere on our past travels: messages (from the Twilight Zone?):







"I gess they're hart is in the write plase" (hat-tip to husband for the caption - and he changed name of the BB-que joint to protect the innocently spell-check-less ):


Must I?



Seen in a local supermarket carpark. Erm....in time honoured tradition ... "You might very well think that; I couldn't possibly comment."




This (below) wouldn't seem peculiar in some locations - but in deepest bible-thumping, Tea-partying Texas it stood out like a sore, topless thumb. Evidence of a Texas Resistance Movement?



The Beetles, in a field in the middle-of-nowhere:

ROLE CALLS

Casting for a real-life character in a movie must be difficult enough, but easier than casting a fictional character from a famous and often beloved novel or set of novels. The real-life character provides a definite template to match, factual evidence of personality, voice and appearance. Even then, though, choice of actor for the role doesn't satisfy everyone; a really bad choice could sink a movie. Brilliant choices ? Let's see......Kirk Douglas as Vincent Van Gogh; Colin Firth as King George VI; Philip Seymour Hoffman as Truman Capote; David Strathairn as Edward R. Murrow; George C. Scott as Patton; Sean Penn as Harvey Milk; Salma Hayek as Frida Kahlo; Helen Mirren as Queen Elizabeth II. Meryl Streep as Margaret Thatcher....and on, and on.

Casting actors for fictional roles, characters previously well-known to the public through famous novels, has to be a trickier matter. As we read we develop mind's-eye impressions of the novel's characters, led by the novelist's outline descriptions, character-type being revealed from the story-line. But impressions are going to be subjective, depending on the reader's own background, experiences and knowledge.

I'd already been thinking along these lines the other day when I read a post at Nourishing Obscurity - a blog which carries political opinions opposite to my own, but along with a variety of other interesting bits and pieces. The post in question discussed preferences for different actors who have played Ian Fleming's James Bond.

My earlier thoughts had been about casting choices in a couple of movies/mini-series, adaptations of novels, we'd watched recently. Clint Eastwood's portrayal of Robert Kincaid in the movie version of Robert J. Waller's short novel The Bridges of Madison County seemed fine when I saw the movie years ago, and once or twice since. I've read the book, twice, since then though, and now suspect that Eastwood wasn't exactly right for the part. Height, build and age-wise he was near, but his hair should've been longer. However, the "mystical, shaman-like, primitive" quality described in the novel more than once, was completely missing in Eastwood's portrayal - it's just not in him. I can't name an actor any better equipped to play Kincaid though, so I guess, as concluded in the Bond discussion mentioned above, there simply isn't anybody who could fit completely, tick all the boxes. Fiction's like that!

“Before you can inspire with emotion, you must be swamped with it yourself. Before you can move their tears, your own must flow. To convince them, you must yourself believe.”
Winston Churchill.

Another favourite novel of mine, A Town Like Alice by Nevil Shute was first adapted as a movie, sinfully skimpily, back in 1956. Virginia McKenna and Peter Finch played leading roles of Jean Paget and Joe Harman. Much as I loved Peter Finch, he just wasn't right as Joe....nowhere near! In 1981 a TV mini-series presented an excellent and total portrayal of the novel, with Helen Morse and Bryan Brown in the leading roles. Bryan Brown was exactly as I'd imagined Joe from the novel, and Helen Morse a rather better version of Jean Paget, according to my imagination.

Then there are "hybrid" roles: characters who have actually existed, but in times and places where reliable records are often absent. Around such characters myths and legends have grown up over the decades rendering them almost fictional. I'm thinking here mainly of characters from the Old West: Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday are good examples. These two have been portrayed numerous times, hardly ever in similar vein. Most recent(1990s) examples of actors playing Doc Holliday were Val Kilmer in Tombstone and Dennis Quaid in Wyatt Earp. I saw both movies when they reached TV screens. I still have difficulty choosing between these two very good but very different versons of Doc Holliday who, for me was always these movies' most interesting - and malleable - character.

An actor of exceptional talent and emotional insight, even when their physical appearance isn't in accord with either the real-life person's or fictional character's (as described by the novelist), should still be able to convince us that he/she truly IS that character. Any examples of that? I doubt that it happens very often in movies or TV these days. We've become so visually-oriented. Possibly in a stage play where close-ups aren't possible such a phenomenon survives. Radio, long ago, was the medium through which a "homely" looking actor could play a handsome debonair rascal, and actresses "of a certain age" could still play sweet young things. I miss radio - well, the BBC's version of radio anyway.

If there's anybody out there - how about sharing some of your own examples of good and/or bad casting?