Friday, July 23, 2021

The Olympics Have Begun; My Top Sports Movies

The 2020 Tokyo Olympics began Friday, albeit a year delayed because of pandemic concerns. It is a natural time to consider movies dealing with sports of all kinds, summer and winter games and even some athletic competitions not represented in the Olympics.


From among movies I have seen, here are my favorite films about athletic competitions or with significant sports scenes. Th movies are classified by their respective athletic endeavors. Let me know if you have any favorites not on my list: 


Bicycling


Premium Rush 


Breaking Away


Running


Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner


Chariots of Fire


Wrestling


Win Win


The World According to Garp


Auto Racing


Rush


Ford v. Ferrari


Grand Prix


Baseball


Bad News Bears


Pride of the Yankees


Major League


Bull Durham


Bang the Drum Slowly


Eight Men Out


Field of Dreams


The Natural


Moneyball


Hockey


Miracle


Slap Shot


The Mighty Ducks


Boxing


Golden Boy


Cinderella Man


Raging Bull


The Great White Hope


Requiem for a Heavyweight


Horse Racing


A Day at the Races


Horse Feathers


Seabiscuit


Secretariat


National Velvet


Football


Rudy


Invincible


Brian’s Song


M*A*S*H


Jim Thorpe—All American


Basketball


Hoosiers


Hoop Dreams


White Men Can’t Jump


Soccer


Bend It like Beckham


Swimming


The Swimmer


Watermarks


Pool


Hustler


Bowling


The Big Lebowski


Tennis


Borg/McEnroe


Battle of the Sexes


Match Point


Rugby


Invictus


Fencing


The Seahawk


Captain Blood


The Adventures of Robin Hood


Mask of Zorro (1998)

Tuesday, July 20, 2021

A Tang Moment, Zsa Zsa's Heritage and Space Movies

Did you drink any Tang today?


Did you ever drink Tang, the space age orange juicy powder that was hailed as the nectar of astronauts back in the early days of heavenly adventure? 


With a large degree of certainty I can state I never imbibed any Tang.


It can be widely assumed Tang was not served aboard Blue Origin, Jeff Bezos’ private rocket ship that transported him and three others into four minutes of weightlessness 62 miles above Earth earlier today. Indeed, Tang has long been supplanted as a refresher for American astronauts.


Tang had a less than meteoric launch back in 1959, though sales were propelled forward in the early years of space exploration. Tang went to the moon with the Apollo 11 crew. Astronauts, however, were not enthusiastic about it. In 2013, Buzz Aldrin, the second space traveler to set foot on the moon, said, “Tang sucks.”


Aldrin’s review and slow U.S. sales notwithstanding, Tang retains significant acceptance abroad, especially in Brazil, Argentina, Saudi Arabia, Mexico and the Philippines (https://www.twincities.com/2019/07/20/tang-went-to-the-moon-and-is-still-popular-today-but-not-in-the-good-old-usa/).


Of course, today’s launch and last week’s Richard Branson flight aboard Virgin Galactic prompted this homage to Tang.


What I really feel, however, is a sense of waste. Billions have been and are being spent in pursuit of interstellar exploration. I’m one of those yahoos who doesn’t believe the return on investment justifies the expense. Do we really need to indulge millionaires and billionaires seeking an out of this world high when so many citizens of our planet suffer from poverty and its related illnesses. If they want to experience weightlessness, let them just go to iFLY Westchester in Yonkers or a similar venue where they can float in air like a skydiver does.


I would prefer if we spent at least a comparable amount exploring the riches of Earth within reach—the world beneath the seven seas.


Explore underwater farming. How’s this for untapped potential?—“The United Nations estimates that the world  could easily be fed if just 2% of oceans were used for sustainable farming” (https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2021/07/underwater-farms-sustainable/).


Want to see what an underwater farm, Nemo’s Garden off the Italian coast, looks like? Click on the accompanying link or sync it with your browser (https://youtu.be/i49Grb9ageY).



Back to Earth: For those who might have missed it, after a near five year wait since her death at 99, most of Zsa Zsa Gabor’s ashes were buried in her native Budapest, Hungary, a few days ago. Atop her grave a crucifix was planted. 


What might not be known to many is that Zsa Zsa and her almost equally famous sisters Eva and Magda were born to Jewish parents (https://www.timesofisrael.com/zsa-zsa-gabors-ashes-make-fashionably-late-return-to-budapest-for-burial/). 



Back to Space: Continuing my listing of favorite themed movies, here are my top picks of films with a space-related motif (please note the list is based on movies I have seen. It does not include any of the Alien, Star Trek or flicks beyond the original three Star Wars movies):


Starman


Star Wars (original three)


Contact


Close Encounters of the Third Kind


Gravity


The Martian


2001: A Space Odyssey


Apollo 13


The Right Stuff


Hidden Figures


E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial


Spaceballs


Men in Black


Wall-E


First Man


War of the Worlds (1953)


Independence Day


Galaxy Quest


Mars Attacks!


The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951)


 

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Tired of COVID-19 News? Watch Medical Movies

Every day for more than 18 months news of the COVID-19 pandemic has been a major story, from its enormous human toll, its economic impact and its effect on the 2020 presidential election. 


Medical issues have been mainstays of cinema. Here are my favorite movies with medical themes or important scenes, films I have watched in many cases more than once. If you have a favorite not on my list, let me know. 


The Andromeda Strain


Hospital


The Prince of Tides


Random Harvest


Terms of Endearment


Steel Magnolias


The Last Angry Man


Arrowsmith


The Life of Louis Pasteur


Dr. Ehrlich’s Magic Bullet


M*A*S*H


Coming Home


The Citadel


The Favorite


Contagion


The English Patient


The Cider House Rules


Spellbound


Three Faces of Eve


Vertigo


Cry “Havoc”


So Proudly We Hail!


Jezebel


Analyze This


A Farewell to Arms


The Painted Veil (1934 and 2006)


Coma

Sunday, July 11, 2021

Murraya Imparts Glory But No End to Murray Madness

Perhaps, in lieu of Zailia Avant-garde’s victory in the Scripps National Spelling Bee last week, it is time to retire all the jokes about people, animals, robots and Muppets named Murray.


The precocious 14-year-old from Louisiana captured the Spelling Bee title by correctly spelling Murraya. Like Zaila, I thought it had some link to the name Murray, of Scottish Gaelic origin, meaning “lord and master.” I could live with that. 


Zaila inquired if it had any link to a comedian named Murray (as in Bill Murray). 


Not quite. As Newsweek reported, according to “JSTOR, a digital library of academic journals, books and other sources, Murraya was named for Johan Andreas Murray, a Swedish physician and botanist from Stockholm who studied under Carl Linnaeus, the Swedish botanist and taxonomist who created binomial nomenclature, the formal system of naming organisms.” 


Murraya, Zaila was told, is a genus of tropical Asiatic and Australian trees having pinnate leaves with imbricated petals (whatever that means). 


Unfazed, after being told its language origin, Zaila rattled off in order the correct letters (https://www.nytimes.com/2021/07/09/us/zaila-avant-garde-spelling-bee-winner.html?smid=em-share).


So, has Zaila and Murraya expunged the comedy behind the name Murray? Don’t count on it.


Perhaps for his recently celebrated 95th birthday Mel Brooks will release me and all Murrays from a half-century assault on our fair name. Without a scrupulously rigorous onomatological investigation of the anti-Murrayism phenomena and when it began, I ascribe to Brooks and his partner in crime, the late beloved comic tour-de-force Carl Reiner, the onus as the originators and perpetrators of Murray defamation. 


Through their 2,000-year-old man comedy routines originated in the early 1950s during their time working for Sid Caesar’s television show, Brooks and Reiner perpetuated the idea that Murray was a comical name. To be exact and honest, it was the brainchild of Brooks who ad-libbed responses to setups from Reiner, as in this bit of repartee: 


REINER: (He notices that Mr. Brooks is twiddling his thumbs.) Now watch this. Who was the first one to twiddle his thumbs?


BROOKS: Murray.


REINER: Murray? (He laughs)


BROOKS: Murray, the cave man.


REINER: What made him twiddle his thumbs?


BROOKS: He couldn’t go on the hunt. He had hurt his foot very badly the day before, a musk oxen had hurt his foot the day before, so he was in the thumb—he was in the cave, twiddling his thumbs. He was the first one to betray this nervous disorder, thumb twiddling. And when we all came back, we noticed it. We said, “Murray, kung voo roch mush?” We talked in a different language.


REINER: Yes, I see.


BROOKS: Cave talk (for) “Why the hell are you twiddling your thumbs.”  


Perhaps with his straight man no longer able to feed him lines there will be no additional Brooks’ Murrayisms to torment me (for a more complete compilation of 2000-year-old man mania, query “Reiner” in the search panel of my blog). 


Alas, having opened the door to Murray mockery, Brooks spawned devoted disciples. One of the poker players in Neil Simon’s hit “The Odd Couple” was a policeman named Murray. Did I mention that Neil Simon honed his writing craft alongside Brooks and Reiner on the Sid Caesar show?


In the classic TV sitcom “Mad About You” starring Paul Reiser and Helen Hunt, the married Paul and Jamie Buchman have a dog named Murray, whose real name was Maui. 


Twice voted the most popular dog by the readers of TV Guide, Murray is loyal and endearing while being very laid back and a bit thick-skulled,” according to Wikipedia. He had to be thick skulled because part of his appeal was chasing a presumed imaginary mouse, often eventually crashing into a bedroom wall. 


What’s the link to Mel Brooks? For the record, Brooks played Paul Buchman’s uncle for four episodes. It should be noted that Carl Reiner and Sid Caesar appeared one time in separate episodes. 


“Mad About You” ran for seven seasons from 1992 to 1999. It was revived for a limited 12 episode run on Spectrum Originals. The 2019 announcement about the revival came out on March 6, my birthday. Murray was replaced by a dog named Walter, though Murray’s back story made it into the script. 


In the two-part series finale, The Final Frontier, adult Mabel (the Buchmans’ daughter) says that Murray died when she was six, but she was not told until she was twelve,” says Wikipedia. 


As I wrote back in 2009 (https://nosocksneededanymore.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-in-name.html), “Perhaps, forget perhaps...positively, the most tenacious Murray tormentors are the creative people behind the Muppets and Sesame Street. They have no less than eight Murray characters: Murray, a member of the All Monster and a Guy Named Murray Chorus; Murray Monster; Murray the Minstrel from Fraggle Rock; Murray the Mediocre (magician); Little Murray Sparkles; Murray Beethoven, the honker; Murray Matisse; and just plain Murray, a furry blue monster from We All Sing Together. Check them out, http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Murray.”


My given name may have attained some of the respect it deserves with its association with Zaila, but I’m not expecting any reduction in comedic abuse.  

Monday, July 5, 2021

Depicting Colonial Era in Film in Pre-Woke Times

Over the Fourth of July weekend Turner Classic Movies devoted a good portion of air time to movies with patriotic themes.


TCM’s offering spanned the breadth of our nation’s existence. The list of movies below is my estimation of the best movies set during colonial times, be they in America, India or Africa.


Yes, parts, if not all, of some films are not politically correct by today’s standards. Nevertheless, they are grand cinema. Enjoy them for what they are, not for what our current woke sensibilities demands them to be:


Drums Along the Mohawk


Allegheny Uprising


1776


The Crucible


Last of the Mohicans (1936 and 1992 versions)


Unconquered


Northwest Passage


The Devil’s Disciple


Captain Blood


Mark of Zorro (1940)


Mask of Zorro (1998)


Zorro, The Gay Blade


The Four Feathers (1939)


Lives of a Bengal Lancer


Gunga Din


The Man Who Would Be King


Ghandi


A Passage to India


Out of Africa


The English Patient


The African Queen


The Battle of Algiers


Morocco


Beau Geste (1939)

Thursday, July 1, 2021

I'm Retired 12 Years as of Today, So Why Do So Many Suits Still Hang in My Closet?

They hang as silent sentinels in my closet. Designer suits and sports jackets I haven’t worn regularly since I retired 12 years ago. 


Designer Names: Claiborne. Jones New York. Oscar de la Renta. Chereskin. Emanuel Ungaro. Andrew Fezza. Rafael. Amherst and Brock. Lazetti. Mino Lombardi. Calvin Klein. Robert Stock. Christian Aujuard. Adolpho. Austin Reed.


Dozens of ties hang limply from not one but three tie racks. Dress shoes—loafers and laced, black, brown and cordovan—mounted on shoes racks. Drawers-full of dress shirts, mostly button down white, blue, pink and yellow Oxfords, some still unopened a dozen years after no longer part of my daily ensemble.


I could start a “gently used” haberdashery store, if so inclined. 


I officially retired July 1, 2009. 12 years. 144 months. 626 weeks. 4,383 days ago. 1,350 blog postings before today. 


Though I mostly dislike not wearing socks, I named my blog NoSocksNeededAnymore.com as affirmation my wardrobe choices would be eclectically mine going forward. That means jeans almost exclusively cover my legs. I can count on my fingers, perhaps needing a toe or two, how many times I’ve worn a suit and tie, even to synagogue services or catered affairs. One of those times was to Ellie and Donny’s 2012 wedding. Dan and Allison wed in 2006, before my apparel emancipation. Fortunately, they chose a relaxed dress code for their outdoor nuptials. No suits, jackets or ties required, joyfully welcomed by all considering the weather was similar to current heat wave conditions—temperature in the 90s with equally high humidity. 


During my four years as a reporter in Connecticut, I owned two suits: a brown corduroy (the jacket could double as a sports coat) and my wedding suit, a deep blue tuxedo. 


Working on Park Avenue and E. 55th Street in Manhattan required an immediate wardrobe accommodation. Lebhar-Friedman demanded suits and ties be worn every day. Sports jackets were not permitted in the office but acceptable when attending conferences or trade shows. 


I quickly discovered the off-price retail market. In Milford, Conn., an English chap named Lenny operated an eponymously named store across the street from the Connecticut Post mall. In Yonkers, where an Outback Steakhouse now stands, BFO (Buyers Factory Outlet) furnished more suits. Syms opened in Elmsford and then a few steps off Park avenue, a block from Lebhar-Friedman. On Madison Avenue, two blocks from L-F, I found suits at Mern’s. I bought designer suits from Marshalls and Filene’s Basement. Some sports jackets came from Costco. In time, at any given moment, my closet contained more than a dozen suits, an equal number of sports coats.


I wasn’t a fashionista. My taste ran to mostly traditional patterns and cuts. But I enjoyed the thrill of the hunt to find what I considered reasonably priced suits and jackets. My job visiting retail stores throughout the country facilitated my passion. My favorite sports jacket, a Claiborne, came from the clearance rack of a Gottschalks Department Store in Fresno, Calif. $50. Impossible to pass up. 


In a Schottenstein store in Columbus, Ohio, I bought two suits, a summer weight poplin and a three season wool suit. Outside Columbus, the company’s mostly Midwest stores were known as Value City, open seven days a week. The chain was as an off-price discounter, scooping up excess inventory from manufacturers or beleaguered retailers. 


The Schottensteins, residents of Columbus, were Orthodox Jews who didn’t want their fellow congregants to see their stores open on Saturday.


The Schottensteins devised an accommodation. They renamed their three Columbus Value City stores with their family name. Those Schottenstein stores closed on the family’s sabbath. 


My father rarely complimented me on any of my purchases. He bought his suits and sports coats wholesale. Though I did the next best thing by buying off-price, he never acknowledged my shopping acumen. 


As I was driving him one day he asked about my recent business trips. I told him about my purchases at Schottenstein’s and that I was wearing the wool suit. He instinctively reached out to finger the end of my suit sleeve. Rubbing his fingers together he said, “Ah, the Schottensteins sell good suits.” I accepted the compliment without further comment.


Over the years I have donated suits and jackets to charities. I don’t know why I have kept so many. My son and son-in-law don’t need any (even if they fit). I’ll probably soon assemble another bundle of discards for charity.


Speaking of discards, back in January, 11-1/2 years after I retired, I finally cleaned out most of the paper remnants of the last 32 years of my paid professional life. I dumped in the recycling bin hundreds, perhaps a thousand, business cards from retail executives and suppliers obtained at trade shows and conferences. The rolodexes and card holders landed in the plastics and metal recycling bin.


My desk still resembles the aftermath of a tornado strike, but I’m okay with that (though Gilda isn’t).