I couldn’t think of a unified topic for my blog post this week, so I’m going to tell you a few things I learned or re-learned this past weekend.
- Grilling okra is a good idea. It takes away the infamous sliminess of the oddly-shaped vegetable and brings out the true flavor. You may want to consider wrapping your okra in foil, though. The slippery little guys kept falling through the grates on my grill.
- Bambi is a great movie. I’ve mentioned before that it’s in my top five Disney animated films, but sometimes I forget how excellent it is. It’s visually gorgeous, from the watercolor backgrounds to the use of color to convey emotion—note the liberal use of red during the scene when Bambi fights with another young buck. It uses orchestra and voices to create mood and replicate sounds in nature—“Little April Showers” is not the only musical composition in the world that approximates a thunderstorm, but it’s a good one. And one of my favorite things about Bambi is the use of real children to voice Bambi, Thumper, Flower, and Faline. Their line delivery is a little more studied than that of the absolutely hilarious children in A Charlie Brown Christmas, but their delight—sometimes conveyed through hysterical laughter—is pure and genuine. Even the dialogue captures the way a child would really talk, like when Thumper says the water in the frozen pond is “stiff.” Maybe this relatability in the main characters was why I enjoyed Bambi as a child, even though the film as a whole could be justly be described as scary, sad, and slow. Even though it’s only 70 minutes, I’m not sure if most children today would sit through it. And maybe that’s okay—perhaps the real audience for this audience is art- and nature-loving adults.
- A guitar string may not be the best weapon for killing zombies. This falls under the category of things I learned for the first time this weekend. I’m writing a story, which I eventually hope to adapt into a screenplay (so I can win my Best Adapted Screenplay Oscar) for a buddy road-trip movie that is set during the zombie apocalypse and sensitively explores the topic of clinical depression. (Here I need to say that anyone who has ever written or ever will write a zombie movie screenplay is profoundly indebted to George Romero, who passed away yesterday.) I read one of the final scenes at a creative writing group on Friday evening, and while I got really positive feedback about the emotional impact of the scene (technically, it was negative feedback—as in, “No, you can’t kill that really nice guy!!!”—but I knew that meant my character development had worked), I also got some practical comments about the impracticality of slicing off any head—even a dead one—with guitar string. I also got some alternative suggestions, like using the neck of the guitar, which apparently contains a metal rod—who knew?—as a stabbing weapon. The people at this creative writing group (I highly recommend joining one, by the way) are serious sci-fi/fantasy nerds who can sustain serious, unironic conversations about stuff like this, and I benefited from their suggestions. Perhaps I’ll share some of this story on my blog! It’s still in the early stages (I skipped ahead to write the last scene), but I’ve “known” the two main characters for a long time. I posted a non-zombie story about them a few years ago.
- Sixteen miles is a long way. I know this because I ran ten miles Saturday morning and walked six more Saturday evening. I don’t regret it, but I would like to make this public service announcement: If you run first thing in the morning, make sure to drink water first, since we all wake up slightly dehydrated. Also, do not wear yoga pants for a long run, especially in the dead of July. The more you know…