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Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, but the raffle prize goes to Lavanya!

Two little girls from Little Rock

Howard Hawks’ delicious musical treat finished off our season in grand style. One can easily imagine Gentlemen Prefer Blondes turning up on Channel 13 on a Saturday night (followed by a bad short, and a terrible indie… where do they find them?), but without the MovieNight family sharing the viewing experience, how much fun would it be? This was perfect!

Our raffle prize was won by Lavanya, who was traveling, and was unable to attend the finale. When she bought her tickets the week before, she confided that she was feeling lucky about this, having grown up in India, where Gentlemen Prefer Blondes was required viewing for her and “all us Indian girls”.  A good omen. Perhaps next year, we should wind up with a Bollywood feature. The winning ticket no. was 8003, just in case you’re wondering. And where was Tory this year?

It wasn’t just the season finale that made for a festive night… earlier in the day, Zofi graduated from Hunter College, Magna Cum Laude. How about them apples?

See you in September…

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Vikaren is “kickarin”, but raffle ticket sales remain sluggish, contest unplayed… hmmm.

Love them chickens!

Vikaren (The Substitute) lived up to her promise of keeping us happily entertained right up to the end of the season. It was good clean fun, albeit at the expense of a few chickens.

With 4 more raffle tickets sold, you could hardly call it a frenzy, but it did represent almost a doubling of the number sold. Hey… we’re up to 9 now. The odds are very good, especially for Alex and Lavania, who are multiple-ticket holders. Tickets will continue to be available right up until “The End” hits our screen on the 3rd of June, but only at MovieNight.

We tried to give away some raffle tickets and CHOCKA shots with a simple contest question in the Thursday afternoon MovieNight email, but no takers… what’s up with that? Don’t you want free stuff? I suspect that people just don’t (think they) have time to read emails any more.

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Hands on a Hard Body goes down a treat. One more raffle ticket sold.

Yessir! I can get my house down to 12 below!

We finally got around to showing this! I was always concerned that the 8mm quality video shooting of Hands on a Hard Body would be unpalatable to our MovieNight family. It wasn’t an easy thing to try and sell, but those curious enough to attend rewarded us (and Mr. Bindler, of course) with a warm round of applause. We had plenty to laugh about, but the subjects were treated with respect – this was not a case of shooting fish in a barrel (or quail-hunting, Cheney-style).

And guess what? We sold another raffle ticket! That makes 5 in total. Crikey!

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Richard III, Talking “Shakespeare”, Raffle ticket sales skyrocket… not.

silly old queen (soliloquy)

The funny thing about Shakespeare, at least to me, is that it’s almost like another language altogether, but one that can be learned in a few moments. That is, if delivered with conviction. Ian McKellan certainly delivered, and thus through my ears, understanding attained (to use a somewhat bardly arrangement of words). Aside from the somewhat awkward attempt to change an audio setting (What was I thinking? Well, actually I know what I was thinking… that I had set the receiver to display the menu only on the receiver itself. Apparently not!) which caused us to miss some 30 seconds of the movie, a good time was had by all. Thanks to Messrs. Loncraine, McKellen, and Shakespeare.

In other news, not one person bought a ticket for the season prize raffle! I must improve my marketing skills. Of course this news is good for Alex, who is currently the sole ticket holder, and thus a shoe-in. C’mon folks… is anyone even reading this?

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The Night of the Iguana: A poem, Rum Coco, the Raffle, and CHOCKA.

Nano finishes his final poem

How calmly does the olive branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer
With no betrayal of despair

Some time while light obscures the tree
The zenith of its life will be
Gone past forever
And from thence
A second history will commence

A chronicle no longer gold
A bargaining with mist and mold
And finally the broken stem
The plummeting to earth, and then

An intercourse not well designed
For beings of a golden kind
Whose native green must arch above
The earth’s obscene corrupting love

And still the ripe fruit and the branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer
With no betrayal of despair

Oh courage! Could you not as well
Select a second place to dwell
Not only in that golden tree
But in the frightened heart of me

Nonno’s (Cyril Delevanti) final poem, the completion of which seemingly clears his road to death, is the crowning moment in the always wonderful The Night of the Iguana. Tennessee Williams was a playwright, and his works are by definition theatrical. Yet this play, an exceptional cast of actors, beautiful location photography, and most of all, a director (John Huston) with a wicked sense of humor, combine to give the film version a life of its own.

Although I have seen this film more than ten times (and shown it an unprecedented four times at MovieNight!), I hadn’t seen it for a couple of years… I fell in love with it all over again last night. Maybe we’ll show it again next season?

In an attempt to bring back a more party-like atmosphere in the wake of a spate of quite heavy films, we offered a special theme cocktail; the Rum Coco (golden rum, coconut water, agave syrup, and lemon juice). Some say that Williams meant the rum coco as a metaphor for decay, but we see it as a metaphor for “OK!” Well, you know what I mean.

Last night also saw the unanticipated (to some) return of the MovieNight Season Raffle Prize. 3 tickets were sold.

We now have a good supply of Danny Bo’s CHOCKA frozen chocolate vodka (both milk and dark versions); a decadent treat available at the Bowery Hotel Bar, and MovieNight.  Yummy.

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A Prophet. Boy does good.

Malik on his way to a date with destiny

Surely this must represent some kind of pinnacle in the career of French director Jacques Audiard.  I mean, how much better can he get? To be part of a room full of people suppressing the urge to vomit (during the murder scene) may not be everyone’s “Tasse de thé”, but it did make for a bonding experience… and from that point on, there could be no questioning the seriousness of Malik’s plight. He did well to survive.

Happy ending? Kind of.

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