Monday, April 13, 2009
I'm preaching the Hollywood gospel here. Today's topic is Hollywood leading men.
Tom Cruise is a bizarre, control-freak twerp. Nicolas Cage is an embarrassment. Ben Affleck has poisoned his career by becoming a disgusting tabloid figure. Matt Damon has played his cards right and been in some great movies, but has been rewarded by the Oscar committee. What I don't get is, why hasn't Leonardo DiCaprio gotten an Oscar yet?
Leonardo DiCaprio, with the possible exception of his role in the saccharine monument to James Cameron's vanity that is "Titanic", has been great in everything. He was great in "Gilbert Grape", great in "The Departed", great in "Catch Me If You Can", great in "The Blood Diamond"....he's always great. Where is his Oscar?
DiCaprio's performances have been all the more remarkable for their range; yet for some reason...he's not getting the love from the establishment.
What's up with that?
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I've been waiting for something to strike me here for a couple of weeks, and nothing has. I don't know what to write about anymore.
I did have a rugby game today - a playoff game in fact, against Velox at Windsor Park in Oak Bay. But as a newbie, I only played a few minutes. No carries, one tackle. I hung out at the Castaway Wanderers clubhouse this evening, chatting - that was fun.
But overall, I don't know what to say anymore, and even though I feel that familiar awe as the earth comes back to life, and am having a great time with rugby, I feel a sort of emptiness inside, and it never quite goes away.
Perhaps seeking out religion is one way of coping with that for some people; but then, I always felt that emptiness as a devout religionist, too. Maybe it is something about me, some flaw which can never really be repaired.
I feel - and have felt for a very long time - as though there is a part of me which isn't really here, or doesn't really belong here (here being, wherever I am). And I drive around sometimes, like I used to do in White Rock, where I went to high school, realizing that while everything around seems familiar, everything feels foreign, too, in some way I can't describe. But I can never figure out why, and I never hear anyone else say such things, and I don't know what to make of it. It is as though I am always outside myself.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Long-time blog readers will know that my 12 year old son, nicknamed "E" (also known as Skinny Dip) switched from soccer to rugby last summer. I was disappointed at the time - we had put a lot of time and effort into helping him pursue his soccer dreams - but things are going very well. And in fact, I've found his efforts pretty inspirational.
You see, E is the youngest, shortest, and skinniest boy on his team - and probably in the entire league - and yet seems entirely unaffected by this. Putting it another way, playing rugby is like running around in the middle of a wildebeest stampede knowing that you will be trampled; it can be intimidating, even when you're the same size as the wildebeests. But what about when they're twice as big? (Compare his size to that of others especially in the top right photo here). Despite the massive size difference, E - in other ways, an extremely high-strung and at times fearful boy - plays rugby with the cool, determined confidence of a boy twice his size.
And it wasn't that long ago that I stood watching him grab the ball and start running, and then being piled on in the ruck, that I thought, "If he can do it, I can do it". And the next week, I did.
So, good on you, E. Ten points for bravery!