Elaine Smith Writes

Anything She Wants

Didn’t I ever tell you about Bumbles?

Bumbles bounce!

That, for anyone who has been living in a cave since 1964, is a quote from the Rankin/Bass Christmas TV special produced in stop motion animation and entitled Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer.  (If you have been living in a cave and want to see a little clip of the relevant section, click here.)

For some reason, it’s pretty much all I remember about that TV special–other than the totally unimportant fact that Rudolph’s girlfriend is named Clarice.  But I do remember that line, because it always made me laugh.  (Upon investigation, I discover that it was said by Yukon Cornelius–and wouldn’t you think that name would be the thing that made me laugh?  It was his explanation of why he wasn’t killed when he fell over the cliff with the Abominable Snowman [the Bumble].)

I thought of it today for a totally unrelated reason.  I find, to my surprise, that grasshoppers eat window screens.  It’s not enough that they are tearing my plants to shreds.  They have started in on the screens–which were not in the best of shape anyway.

When I discovered this, a voice–more like a wail–sounded inside my head.  Why didn’t anybody ever tell me about grasshoppers eating screens?  The next voice in my head was Yukon Cornelius’s Didn’t I ever tell you about Bumbles?  And then I laughed.

(Nobody ever knows why I laugh suddenly for no apparent reason.  Usually, I try not to do it out loud.  As you can see, an explanation probably wouldn’t actually convince anyone that I am not crazy.  But I am endlessly entertained by the amusing things bouncing around my brain, even if they are only amusing to me.)

The grasshoppers, however, are not amusing.  They are destructive.  I would have thought, as I posted previously, that the lizards would have helped me in this regard.  But, no.  We have to do it ourselves.

And another disconcerting fact about grasshoppers is that they don’t die quietly.  They crunch.  (Shudder!)

But this Friday’s Find is the worst.

The plants will grow back.

The screens, however, are not self-regenerating.

You’d think a grasshopper would find them indigestible.  You’d think a grasshopper that was crazy enough to eat window screening would die quietly, poisoned by the aluminum or the fiberglass or whatever it is. But no.  They continue on their inexorable path.

I like to live in harmony with all living things, but I gotta say. . .I’m starting not to mind the crunch so much.

 

Moonrise Kingdom

Big stars, little movie–good fun

The Find for this Friday is Wes Anderson’s new movie, Moonrise Kingdom.

Over on the island of New Penzance, one of the Khaki Scouts is missing.  Within hours, it is discovered that Suzy Bishop, the daughter of local lawyers and lighthouse residents, is also missing.  Could Sam and Suzy be together?  And where are they?

Young love, New England eccentricity, the mob instincts of children, broken marriages, and Social Services are all satirized and celebrated in this sweet and silly and brilliantly-acted film.

Newcomers  Jared Gilman and Kara Hayward hold their own with Bruce Willis, Frances McDormand, Bill Murray, Ed Norton, Harvey Keitel, Tilda Swinton and Bob Balaban.  In a world where budget considerations often limit a movie to one star, I’m not sure how this one ended up with seven who are not only “names” but honest-to-god actors, but I’m glad it did.  Their presence is reassuring in such a wacky atmosphere.

And as a side note, I defy you to find any movie in which Frances McDormand appears that is not worth seeing.

This one is funny and moving and put together with meticulous care.

I don’t know much about the technical jargon of cinematography, so I may not be describing this accurately, but the film stock, the color palette and the camera work–while clearly professional–are all highly reminiscent of the old 8mm cameras we used back in the day.  That, almost more than the blue eye shadow, the battery-operated record player and Bill Murray’s Madras pants, anchors the story in the sixties.

The score, largely Benjamin Britten with some telling Hank Williams songs thrown in, is gorgeous.  The island is sunny and scenic.  The story is both recognizable and brand-new. The actors are so good that you will not notice how good they are.  And if you think that is easy, you don’t know much about acting.

Reviewers call it “dreamlike,” “endearing,” and “a near perfect balance between humanism and the surreal.”

So do I.

 

 

Summer Days

Friday Finds

Here’s a little known secret!

(Actually, it is probably well known to everybody, but I now have first hand knowledge.)

Maine might be a great place to spend the summer.

Now, I admit my acquaintance with the great state of Maine is only 5 days old, but I left 90 degree weather and 90% humidity back in Florida, and it might get up to 87 today here in Maine.  I’m not sure they know what humidity is.

It’s absolutely beautiful, and it’s June.  (It is, in fact, the kind of day June brides dream about.)

I’m thinking I may have to come back here some time without the all-absorbing obligations of play festivals.

It could be good.