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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Why Would Anyone In Line To Be Emperor Have Clothes?

     The BBC headline Naked Prince Harry photos published online recounts today’s American gossip website TMZ exclusively describing pictures showing Prince Harry and a young woman naked in a Las Vegas hotel room. The BBC reports the two photos of the 27-year-old royal on the gossip website, TMZ, were taken on a private break with friends over the weekend. The site speculates the prince was in a group playing “strip billiards”. St. James’s Palace has confirmed the prince is in the photos but has made no further comment about the images. Which should be a story in itself and not buried, shallowly, in the copy.
     Nonetheless, the BBC guesses the two pictures of the prince were taken on Friday. And website TMZ claims the pictures came after the prince, who is third in line to the throne, invited friends back to his hotel room for a private party. That’s a story. The prince actually associates with people without Bold Print names to rival his own draw as gossip fodder. Associating with commoners? My gosh, that deserves to be brought before Parliament for a negotiated punishment of thirty lashes, at least?
     In an analysis from the BBC’s, Royal correspondent, Nicholas Witchell, Prince Harry’s gossip history is paraded forth, as per usual, when who has a clue what counts when people hardly read anything they’re not titillated by anyway? So why again, does it matter, Mr. Witchell whose explanation starts – There was a time when he was known as the partying prince, falling out of nightclubs in the early hours, getting himself into scrapes and generally showing a lack of good judgement. Acting like some inebriated kid at that age he actually was – and is?
     But then the BBC analysis gives the prince a break? – In more recent times, Harry has transformed his image. His military service has played a big part in the change. He served in Afghanistan with his regiment, and said he was keen to return.
     Sure, participating in the honorably centuries long family war-mongering business, that’s a real credit builder. We should all be proud the business of public relations has set the public straight on the purpose for war. To keep royalty from getting naked in Vegas, except when off-duty?
     So Mr. Witchell continues to make clear what the public is capable of being taught to think. Writing – And time and again during his royal duties he’s shown the caring instinct that his late mother demonstrated. Harry has become a huge asset to the Royal Family: committed, but with a sense of fun and mischief to which people have warmed. Dag-gum, it’s as if the Royal Family are real people. Gee, who’d have thought that’s what they’re supposed to be with all the pomp and circumstance?
     Mr. Witchell, taking his cues from TMZ, continues. – So this latest episode will surely be both an embarrassment and a disappointment to his family and, most particularly one imagines, to Harry himself. His friends say he was just “letting his hair down”, a young officer having a few days of relaxation before returning to military duties. But it can never be quite as straightforward as that when that “young officer” is third in line to the British throne. And other than Prince Charles installing solar panels throughout Britain, why and how is the pestered Royal Family necessarily politically relevant, unless for labeling as scapegoats in instances such as – this?
     To continue with the BBC’s charmingly detached, journalistically inclined description. – It is not clear how the photos were taken, but it is presumed they were captured on a camera phone. Uh huh. Maybe the lack of professional lighting and grainy texture accounts for that assessment? The pictures have since been picked up by much of the American media, but as yet have not been printed by any British newspaper. Nor this Journal Block essay, perhaps because of the shallowness that others comfortably like to be paid to portray the public as?
     As the BBC admits – The father of one of Prince Harry’s closest friends told the BBC’s The World at One the prince was “a very easy target” for the press. Alex van Straubenzee, whose son Thomas has known the prince since childhood, said that “more than anything [Harry] is a British soldier”.
     Well then? As this other pops says, “He has a very, very good qualification in the job he does for the Army and I think this is what people will look at.” Well raise the flag and strike up the bagpipes, The Queen and prince will, no doubt, share grins at the weekend retreat, Windsor Castle.
     But even the BBC can’t stop, redundantly stating – The emergence of the pictures is the latest colourful incident in Prince Harry’s life. In 2005, there was widespread outrage when an image of the prince attending a friend’s fancy dress birthday dressed as a Nazi emerged. Nah, he couldn’t possibly as a descendent of Germans be mocking tragic history? Now that was absurd. But a kid wearing a costume, really?
     Then the BBC vomitingly repeats- in 2009, Prince Harry was forced to apologize for using offensive language to describe an Asian member of his army platoon after video footage emerged. Sorry I missed that. Was the Asian’s member present, and why exactly does a whole continent describe that person’s lineage? I understand my not spending more time finding out, but with the sources of the BBC we settle for defining a member of the exalted British military as just being of Asian descent? Good work, if you can get it, I guess.
     But who’d have thought defending a prince would come my way as had happened to Michael Phelps having his private life exploited four years ago in the American Carolinas. Because what the story actually is, is someone took private pictures and sold them with at least an awareness that blackmail is out when people have such high profile. It’s really just us commoners that suffer from self-righteousness being sold to the world as a valuable commodity, so worth our attention that a trivial intrusion on the life of a member of the human family can be exploited in such a pathetically shallow method such as has been made out of this.
     Ha, ha. I’m not a lawyer. (satirizing, for the non-indoctrinated, TMZ’s television tagline) Stick that where the laughs belong, tabloid journalism.
     You know, I think we’ve all been had. Because this Harry from being angry at photographers who are a nuisance in his path, to whatever stunt he chooses tomorrow seems to always emphasize, Why Can’t The Rest Of You Leave Me Alone To Live Your Own Lives? Look what you’ve done being such pests badgeringly following my loved ones. And it wasn’t the photographers following his mother that made that tragedy happen. It was gossip haunting her life and I don’t think the world really can apologize to him.
8/22/2012
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Why Would Anyone In Line To Be Emperor Have Clothes?
8/22/2012 concluded: You know, I think we’ve all been had. Because this Harry from being angry at photographers who are a nuisance in his path, to whatever stunt he chooses tomorrow seems to always emphasize, Why Can’t The Rest Of You Leave Me Alone To Live Your Own Lives? Look what you’ve done being such pests badgeringly following my loved ones. And it wasn’t the photographers following his mother that made that tragedy happen. It was gossip haunting her life and I don’t think the world really can apologize to him. 
Nov. 11 - Dec. 31, 2019
Britain Leads The World Hiding From America's Same Embarrassments
     Jeremy Corbin wasn't the best choice for standing against the historically jingoistic political frame of mind. No choice the only option. The American side of the Atlantic is also torn. Re-idolizing ethnic superiority under the guise of a traditional nationalism that, as benign as represented, is malignantly self-serving. Tweaking political correctness to mean smoke and mirrors is all anyone's really seen. 
     Windbags. If only amazing the age old description's nowhere near the tip of 30% of the electorate's tongues. Settling like a fog, the pretensions have hardly been noticed. The Great Public Relations Presidency muddles on as enabled. Hardly having to obscure the gall at all by hiding behind nationalism, as probably, the biggest crutch of all. 
     Addressing (an) issue(s) from obscurity is, so to speak, an oxymoronic phrase. Yet how soapbox views form. Perhaps, especially, necessary when the world's sound bitten to delirious proportions. Where the field's throned masters are so immune to self-reflection, their own parodies even slip obedient consciousness past a trough of overlooked nuancesThe ethics of arrogance having agendas all their own. Everything's a fight, isn't it? 
     Oh no, discuss (a) particular candidate(s). 
Full Disclosure: The Soapbox View 100 Character Celebrity Sighting feature, near the pages' bottom, includes this entrant in the Democratic Party Presidential Primaries: 

7/28/2019, 9:05 PM, LEAVING STREET FURNITURE LOCKED BIKE BY JUST PARKED SUV I HAD AN I KNOW THEM REALIZATION AND, TURNING, SAW MAYOR BLOOMBERG WATCH, MY BOWED LEFT HAND SALUTE, AND SAY “HELLO.”
     My explanation for saluting, came from an understanding, my wife and I arrived at, that former New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg civilized the city. A statement of unlimited contradictions. But, in fact, by banning smoking indoors, respect for everyone's rights peaked. Common sense and decency was hard to come by without a law. Pity decent culture couldn't have already handled that on our own.
     As a critic I haven't advocated political candidates and been against an average number. However I appreciate Michael "Mike" Bloomberg running for president. Same reason that, while watching Bernie Sanders rant in the U. S. Senate, I thought he should run for president. Because, historically, that's THE PLATFORM by which issues are faced by the American public. And not just where the Political Entertainment Complex processes celebrities. Because if the message something is extremely wrong here isn't getting across? That reality requires accentuation.
     Of course Mr. Bloomberg might hate my not caring whether, or not, he won. Despite all the platform engineering focused on his standing for rich enough to buy a celebritized way through, as happened last time, if we're completely honest with ourselves, there's a real solid reason, for running. It's extremely important people are reminded something's really off that should be righted. Conservative principles be da__ed. Mr. Bloomberg shouldn't even run against the other candidates and focus on President Trump in the most obvious fashion. Rip the entire arsenal of poppycock to shreds. The words. The shadowing of nuance with mediocrity. "Witch Hunt." As much as any of the trenches our president's built against introspection and observance, using that term, "witch hunt," as a reference point, associates himself with this country's politically persecuted that's an entirely inflated relationship. In a sense a mad man's on the loose with American History that no one has any right, or business, portraying as exclusively theirs.  
     Go after the words. Reducing the entirety of politics to flippant address. Ad infinitum. There's no narcissistic shame? 
GRANDSTANDING
December 4, 2019
     Throw words like "disgrace" around and portray offense. Our president's arrogance already acted out, nationally, by an eventual Supreme Court Justice, defending his bench seat, before the U. S. Senate. A hard pill to swallow these strange coincidences? As idolized arrogance's all that's necessary. "This is where we're at today. ... A simple railroad job." Thank you Representative from Georgia, sir. Whew. Badger the public with full speed ahead redundancy. When nothing's faced but bank accounts. Ba dump bump.
     Sigh.  
Eloquent Essay
November 10TH, THE NEW YORK TIMES Print Edition Title:
The 'Lost Cause' Built Jim Crow
By Henry Louis Gates Jr.
Online: 

     Nothing like nails hit on the head for a grand awakening the whole world crucially needs. Professor Gates' Pulitzer worthy essay is all that need be said, here, on a laudatory level, concerning his sharply accurate depiction of the underlying bunch of crap still toyed with by elitist manipulation. Good essay. I'll not repeat what the professor wrote. 
     It is amazing that something so wrong,   can, at its' core, be summed up with just two words as names often are. Jim Crow. The name would crop up, from time to time, through the years, but not anywhere nearly enough when facing Jim Crow was so much more vitally important than now, that's still just as critical. Identity politics. People must be kidding. Categorized, bundled, trundled  and de-independent-ized. 
     The Soapbox Views reparations. 
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Remember: 
If every turn's a right, you're boxed in, somewhere, somehow, for whatever reason, there's no direction left.
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     From Facebook, concerning the Middle East. 
Charles M. Fraser Bulldozing the past's not facing the future by facing the past. Tough's proven not to be the answer. Unless arrogance's laid down, souls here can't really claim to be standing up. 

Friday, August 24, 2012

PREMIUM RUSH: A Film About In A Hurry

     However uncommon Reviews of Reviews are, this review has a purpose, so to speak as The New York Times itself sits virtually, smack dab in the middle of commercial Manhattan between 40th and 41st Streets on Eighth Avenue, so quite possibly, if not now in the present digital world, then, but probably still, The Times is where certainly most bike couriers remember having gone the most.
     The film, Premium Rush, Opens Friday, Nationwide, Directed by David Koepp, from a script Written by John Kamps Director of Photography Mitchell Amundsen as Jill Savitt and Derek Ambrosi Edited. Music was by David Sardy and Production Design by Thérèse DePrez. Responsible for Costumes Luca Mosca, while Gavin Polone Produced this Columbia Pictures Release with a running time of 1 hour and 31 minutes.
     The Star, Joseph Gordon-Levitt plays bike courier, Wilee, and Michael Shannon, nemesis, Bobby Monday. Dania Ramirez love interest, Vanessa and Jamie Chung is Nima, Wolé Parks – Manny, Aasif Mandvi – Raj, Henry O – Mr. Leung and a Bike Cop, Christopher Place. With a slew of assistance from bike couriers hired to advise and perform stunts.
     Conjecturing the film’s first mistake is only featuring one bike cop when, as in the world in general, it’s better police are in pairs. Where parts of this country are lapse with patrolman out alone. Right, sorry, I digress, nonetheless police have communication open to Command Central that, even with video, ISN’T THERE.
     So the co-chief film critic for The Times, MANOHLA DARGIS starts The New York Times Review with the catchy cliché – Pushing pedal to the mettle. Then projecting the stance of a critical reviewer she has printed – its breezily thin, goofy story to the breaking point, Premium Rush provides just about all the late summer air-conditioned relief you could hope for.
     So in one fell swoop basically it’s an entertaining fiction worth paying money for air-conditioning. Nor do the compliments let up, as if tabloid fluff, but this is The Times? Why else be complimentary unless the thrills on Manhattan’s streets are as fun for an audience as it could be for the plodding along, day-day working stiffs that kept New York City fast enough to have actually earned Financial Capital of the World and all the other accolades the unquestionably Behemoth city could label itself.
     Ms. Dargis writes – It’s buoyant dumb-fun, a ticking-clock thriller about a New York bicycle messenger who has to get from here to there without being taken out. Stuffed with zingers and zippy stunts, it comes with pretty young things of all hues and hair types. Gushing – Few prettier than its lead, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and start-to-finish clever special effects, none more clever or special than Michael Shannon. If you want to see a political undertow in its urban band of multicultural renegades, there’s that for the taking too.
     So there could be effective subtexts of culturally relevant appeal?
     The Times provides clips movies.nytimes.com Premium-Rush Trailer
     TOM ROSTON’s August 16, 2012 Review in which the film was earlier plugged as excitement by a Times Reviewer.
     Now really, among couriers? It’s basic the two marginally-major Hollywood productions, Kevin Bacon’s Quicksilver film and television show, DOUBLE RUSH were slightly cheesy. Close but the cigar wasn’t completely lit in authenticity. But actually Quicksilver’s ending of congratulating friend, Paul Rodriguez for acquiring a Hot Dog Cart implied being a bike courier meant they couldn’t wait to get out of business into a real opportunity. And nothing of especial significance, since Quicksilver was released, has changed in that regard where new better opportunities are always best for the workingwoman and man. All messengering was till the kids came along in the 90s to give the subculture the attention to be appreciated as a type of art which all life is anyway, but.
     Bike messengering was an occupation you got into, careful, working hard, then got out because on a bike all day is real grunt work. To make money they didn’t used to stop. That’s how they made money. While now that the law, combined with curtailing bicycle lanes, has forced a slowed down system by riders in general in the city, will Manhattan’s commercial interests pay for the couriers’ time or gouge them compelled to ride very fast nonetheless? That’s cool, a lot of money has been spent on this bicycle lane project because mobile thrones can’t be trusted to drive polite. Time marches on with or without the working-poor labor class, huh?
     Oh yeah? The Review reveals some plot by knighting Mr. Shannon, playing Bobby Monday, as having grabbed the Crazy Man baton from Christopher Walken, though I’d have to see that plausibility to believe it. Anyway, to a degree, the wily nemesis pitted against The Star is the plot template struck from Quicksilver’s thriller core. Bacon’s feud with the drug dealer who killed one of his new best buds, Laurence Fishburne.
     A PREMIUM RUSH sarcastic Huntington Post Review simulates Q & A and included at the bottom of their page are more snippets of clips including blood gushing down The Star’s dinged forearm.
     The Times Review’s paragraph summary is of a bad, bad New York detective with a teeth gnashing, eyes bulging gambling addiction labeled by The Times Review a problem. The villain freely confesses he has issues with impulse control as a big-time loser deep in dangerous debt whose deliverance may come from a mysterious marker/chit that will lead to a payout that, in turn, involves a money-lending outfit, visiting student, Nima, and Jamie Chung with some mainland China connection and other easily forgotten particulars.
     Now there The Times goes dropping the guillotine. Exciting story without enough memorable details. As Ms. Dargis’ Review explains – None of these story bits matter much because it’s the telling and not the tale — along with Mr. Gordon-Levitt’s innate appeal, Mr. Shannon’s volatile menace and a certain je ne say what — that makes the movie pop.
     There it is, a picture of riveting STAR QUALITY because the Reviewer is compelled to tell more, giving away story, that theoretically, if you attend the film you’d have forgotten enough of the explanation the film isn’t infected by loss of freshness. So The Times describes the chit ending up in Mr. Gordon-Levitt-Wilee’s black professional messenger bag. And we’re off! He’s racing from uptown to down biking a gantlet of darting cars, buses, trucks, pedestrians and dodged Bobby Monday, among other obstacles. Such as the obligatory girl trouble, played by Dania Ramirez as Vanessa. So according to The Times, Wilee zigs, zags and rarely stops while filmed with the camera flying parallel or perched on his bars or by his feet.
     Then comes a cheap shot making fun of the Wile moniker from Wile E. Coyote. Then it’d that that Wilee rides a fixed. And if you’re curious about the fixed issue, The New York Times link above takes that issue on describing it as used to brand characters reckless. She links this to Director, David Koepp trying to mirror the DIY fixed-gear devotees daring for real danger as more realistic than digital stunt effects.
     The cameras work as many points of view as there are perspectives.
     The Times provides a rendering of a heavy day as pouring sweat, with a little social life that produces the lasting power in The Star to take the movie to its inevitable end. I kid you not. The dig of predictability stuck right in there with the drudgery. And then comes the hilarious portion of the Times Quicksilverish Review asking, – Why he doesn’t just hitch a ride on the subway is a mystery.
     Now that’s a keeper. Implying a train is faster. But there was a time, before bike lanes and measures to just slow everything down. When nothing was faster in this town, theoretically. In a sense, from what The Times has printed, this film coming at this time, pays homage to a time that really does deserve being seen as one of the truly glamorous grunt-work jobs. Then The Times plugs writer, director Mr. Koepp for a loose, casually funny script written with John Kamps.
     Ah, then adulation comes with a stake through the bike courier industry’s heart. – Mr. Koepp has found the right balance here between genre seriousness and un-self-seriousness to turn the disposable into the enjoyable.
     But at least The Times didn’t hold back in regard to Family Acceptable Entertainment.
“Premium Rush” is rated PG-13 (Parents strongly cautioned). Vehicular and gun violence.
     All in all, a fine review of a film in the great tradition of conditional regard for a vocation that really never harbored deadbeats. But even The Times must delineate what people understand, not what the notorious band represents as one of the world’s real working class.

8/24/2012
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PREMIUM RUSH: A Film About In A Hurry 
8/24/2012 concluded: All in all, a fine review of a film in the great tradition of conditional regard for a vocation that really never harbored deadbeats. But even The Times must delineate what people understand, not what the notorious band represents as one of the world’s real working class.

January 15  - ..., 2020
BICYCLE FILM FESTIVAL Submission

Today, March 31st, 2020. 
     Be Safe.
     Not at all funny that the last months, spent finishing the film that took thirty-three years to get to finish, included this year's Great Virus Tragedy. No, no cracks about other disappointments, as well, when this one's stood out above all others right now, even as too many failed to see the severity till becoming too severe. Still. If only the understanding numbers grew as exponentially as the virus' victim count? The film is 
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Political Slog
(January - February and March 31st and April 1st)
  The constant disheveling bombardment of chaotic insinuations remained, and remains, unabated. A process of dissembling information undermined by not handling while totally succumbed to the decibels. Overloaded description overload. Bad money chasing good. Good money just bad, as full circulation stagnates. It was and remains politically tortuous what this country's gone, going, through. But not as if we've not been subjected to the same, similar, twisting of reality before. More sophisticated? Cynically shrewd, probably. Sophisticating ourselves right past confrontation to nice work if you can get it every which a way. Minions, sycophants and trailers. What's hard is deciphering for everyone's understanding.
     What's most disappointing is people liking the warped nonchalantness inherent to our president's principles. No. People aren't aren't generally admitting to diddly-squat either. 
     So we are left with a person that says, no doesn't say, but means, aren't those lawyers reprehensible all the while utilizing every twisted twist there is. Even had our president been convicted of conduct unbecoming a president, the game's positioned as a drop of mercury that actual righteousness may never place a finger on. The serious expressions hardly hide the real motives of wanting to get away whatever's to be gotten away with. Gloating. As if no shame's involved, at all. Pity the country's ALWAYS becoming greater, is over-ridden by clouded claims of sainthood. Nothing's been good about the perpetual brazenness from the start. Immune to criticism. What a façade. 
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   January 15th was in no hurry anticipating a show that lived up to my expectations.
NEKTAR @ THE IRIDIUM, precisely 8:00 PM, 1/15/2020.

     Towards the end of last night's show, Derek Moore said “this is like playing in my living room” and it most certainly was a privilege being there bouncing in his seats. Only thing better would have been management offering sprawling out on the tables or floor.
     Like the pointiest of arrows, through my heart, Nektar began with RECYCLE. The pitch, tone, and intensity were so precise the music's elevating nature peaked, epitomizing live performance. Somehow when Mr. Moore changed guitars and said, "that was heavy," I wondered if he'd meant he now had a lighter guitar. Imagine saying exactly what I'd want to hear about RECYCLE and I'm left with two meanings.
     As rich as the records, tapes, digits, or whatever, sound, during REMEMBER THE FUTURE's last third the interlocking notes were different expanding the original themes. Wow. Wo. No one in the audience could have wanted out of that trance for hours.
     A real treat Nektar fans. Being there with them. After the show my wife egged me on and I took the four steps to the outside of the group Mr. Moore was talking with. Then after signing, what I think he said was an authentic 1976 or 74 Nektar shirt on a woman's back right shoulder he turned to me and, shaking hands, I said, "it was so beautiful starting with RECYCLE and, uh, it was, uh, so beautiful. And what you guys did towards the end of REMEMBER THE FUTURE was so good. I guess I was dazed because I probably repeated beautiful again.
     Anyway, it's nobody's real business to know how I tripped over myself conversationally. But the deeds were begun when, perhaps, while waiting, the excellent lead guitarist Ryche Chlanda walked away from the group and shook my hand as he went toward the merchandise table.
     Mr. Brockett was conversing as we passed to leave. I stopped waiting and after he said he had "to turn some things off," I stepped over to his station and said you blew my mind in 1975 and you guys are a part of what went into me that got me out of provincial Orlando. He said, "that's good, isn't it?" and I answered "yes," meekly, as perhaps a skeptical person would, and reached out my hand he shook and, you know, sometimes life itself really is living a dream. 
     I'll repeat. A real treat Nektar fans and tonight's their last Iridium shows ... this year. Giggle. 

P.S. Kendall Scott, Ronald Howden, drummer extraordinaire, Randy Dembo (who shared an isn't this cool passing eye contact with me as he looked for people in the line waiting outside), Maureen McIntyre & Maryann Castello and the Nektarines. Tour Dates 

Dear Rolling Stone, tips@rollingstone.com 
Might be nice feeling your roots as a music magazine and cover Nektar's American tour. Ahead of their time and still beyond ours, at New York's The Iridium their show more than satisfied my respect with a performance exemplifying why live has an edge over recorded music. Plus TRAILBLAZING light show, Nektar deserves honoring. And why ROLLING STONE probably wouldn't, goes to the core of commercialism's selling us out for generations. Denial may be popular, but it's still running from the truth. Off topic? No, this business of coordinating social relevance around entertainers was and remains a staple of business. While Nektar's RECYCLE and REMEMBER THE FUTURE are exemplars of look what they knew then and still shirked progress. There are types of music and people's ears become accustomed. But for fans of intense music, Nektar's North American show is startlingly brilliant.