If there's one piece of advice I have for young artists, it's to paint what you see, not what you think you see.
Oops, a second one: look for the red, especially regarding portraits.
And another one: start by painting the whole canvas pink.
And if Fio can ever get her laptop to cooperate, she'll give you an example of her own work.
Showing posts with label RED. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RED. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Fly Away--Far Away
Don't waste your money on The Green Hornet. Husband suggested a movie night so he consulted Pay for View and selected one of his old comic book favorites. The popcorn was good, but the movie stunk. No--"stunk" might be awful but interesting, like looking at your bruised face after eye surgery. Green Hornet was more like "dead in the water."
Everyone overacted except Kato, who phoned in the role. Fio doesn't blame him--the politically-correct version of the faithful valet as a sterotypical Asian genius was embarrassing.
Whoever played the leading role was T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E. Husband kept asking why the actor was always shouting. Again, though, who can blame Insect Man--the story was an embarrassing mishmash of hyperboles and cliches.
Not that Fio and Husband saw the whole thing through. Twenty minutes later, the popcorn gone and the movie getting worse by the minute, they ditched Hornet and stuck RED in the DVD player.
The movie was even better the second time around. The nuanced, low-key performances by all the players riveted our attention, the plot hung together like glue, and the violence was delightful. Fio and Husband had a wonderful evening after all.
Everyone overacted except Kato, who phoned in the role. Fio doesn't blame him--the politically-correct version of the faithful valet as a sterotypical Asian genius was embarrassing.
Whoever played the leading role was T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E. Husband kept asking why the actor was always shouting. Again, though, who can blame Insect Man--the story was an embarrassing mishmash of hyperboles and cliches.
Not that Fio and Husband saw the whole thing through. Twenty minutes later, the popcorn gone and the movie getting worse by the minute, they ditched Hornet and stuck RED in the DVD player.
The movie was even better the second time around. The nuanced, low-key performances by all the players riveted our attention, the plot hung together like glue, and the violence was delightful. Fio and Husband had a wonderful evening after all.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Seeing RED
Fiorella loves RED. You know, the Boomer movie starring Bruce Willis, John Malkovich, Helen Mirren, and Morgan Freeman as retired spies targeted by the CIA. (Should mention that Ernest Borgnine has a cameo role too.)
Intrigued by the TV commercials, she and Husband rented it for the evening, prepared to be disappointed, but after they got over the improbability of the story--the impossibility, actually, they enjoyed every minute of it. The plot is anchored by Bruce Willis, whose only social outlet is a telephone relationship with young Mary-Louise Parker, who longs for adventure. When someone tries to kill Willis, he enlists former associates Malkovich, Mirren, and Freeman, whom he realizes are also targets, to find out what's going on. Parker comes along for the ride, at first unwillingly, then with enthusiasm.
There are a lot of explosions and a lot of people get killed, but the only one of them you really care about is Morgan Freeman, who dies, is resurrected, then dies again (nobly). Willis underplays his part perfectly, Malkovich overplays perfectly, Mirren is Queen Elizabeth with an AK47, and Freeman is Freeman. The big surprise is that Parker holds her own against the star-power cast.
Red is a feel-good movie in the spirit of True Lies and Undercover Blues. We're buying a copy for ourselves.
Intrigued by the TV commercials, she and Husband rented it for the evening, prepared to be disappointed, but after they got over the improbability of the story--the impossibility, actually, they enjoyed every minute of it. The plot is anchored by Bruce Willis, whose only social outlet is a telephone relationship with young Mary-Louise Parker, who longs for adventure. When someone tries to kill Willis, he enlists former associates Malkovich, Mirren, and Freeman, whom he realizes are also targets, to find out what's going on. Parker comes along for the ride, at first unwillingly, then with enthusiasm.
There are a lot of explosions and a lot of people get killed, but the only one of them you really care about is Morgan Freeman, who dies, is resurrected, then dies again (nobly). Willis underplays his part perfectly, Malkovich overplays perfectly, Mirren is Queen Elizabeth with an AK47, and Freeman is Freeman. The big surprise is that Parker holds her own against the star-power cast.
Red is a feel-good movie in the spirit of True Lies and Undercover Blues. We're buying a copy for ourselves.
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