Showing posts with label The Dark Crystal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Dark Crystal. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Muppet Love and Stuffed and Unstrung

This beautiful illustration to your left "We Miss You Jim" comes from Amy Mebberson. It's part of an art project for Tough Pigs which commemorated the 20th anniversary of Jim Henson's passing. The legendary creator of The Muppets died on May 16th, 1990 but his vast contribution to popular culture lives on. And so does his son, who we'll talk about in just a minute.

This Tough Pigs website sounds like it's pitched exactly to me (or anyone of Gen X and early Gen Y) "Muppet Fans Who Grew Up". If you grew up watching Sesame Street or The Muppets or you probably feel an unusually strong pull to creatures made of tangible felt, foam and fur. I feel that so strongly that I often find myself looking at a special effect and thinking "If only that were a puppet." Or maybe that was just during the ghastly "improvements" to the original Star Wars trilogy and the ghastly prequel trilogy.

If you grew up in the 90s or 00s will you feel misty eyed about CGI when you're in your 30s and 40s? I'm always curious about that. What will replace it? Do today's teens and tweens love puppets but only in a retro ironic way?

Anyway... I'm bouncing off stage topic like some hyper hand held felt thing. So let's back to the point. A month or two back I was invited to a preview performance of Stuffed and Unstrung and though I've been tardy reporting on it, this week of Henson memories, is a good time to make amends. Stuffed and Unstrung is from Henson Alternative™, the adult label within the Jim Henson Company. The show is the brainchild of Brian Henson and it mixes improv comedy, puppeteering, television and even a little CGI into a manic mix of never-the-same-twice entertainment.


Believe it or not, I'd never been to a live improv show, so though I had nothing to compare it to I had a good time with sore cheeks from laughing afterwards. The comedy was uneven, some bits going over much better than others, but I suspect that's true of all improv. The show was hosted by Patrick Bristow, who you'll remember as the redhead dance coach in Showgirls, so I kept hearing those line readings in my head. I know that movie too well. It's a sickness.

A regular part of the improv is audience suggestions so some of the comedy quality is dependent on the group mood. When Bristow chose well from the shouted suggestions, the funny followed.

The puppeteers choose their puppets for each skit before they know the topic. They only know the template of the skit. One of the first skits was a job orientation scenario where the puppeteers had to discuss random slides that flashed on the screen as if the audience was the new hire. The audience chose "prostitution" as the job and the short skit was belly-laugh inducing. It was also an early clue that Colleen Smith, pictured far left, who had chosen an incongruous shrub puppet but somehow made it work was Best in Show. (Here's her funny theatrical reel). She found regular inspiration throughout the night, often providing the biggest and most unexpected laughs with a well chosen line or movement.

One of the oddest elements of the show is that each of the skits is performed as if it were being made for a television show. You're watching the puppeteers live but you're seeing only the puppets projected on screens to either side. It can be a bit distracting but it also amped up the comedy on some skits. One in particuar, which attempts to teach puppetry to a volunteer audience member was much much funnier performed this way since you were watching both the performance and its sorry result.

There's a lengthy multi-part skit near the end of the show that uses a film shoot scenario (of course that'd be a favorite!). The titled, culled from audience suggestions, was the hilarious mashup Dances With Virginia Woolf (only in New York, you know?). The skit must have been exhausting for the puppeteers as Brian Henson (Jim's son and the Stuffed mastermind) was playing a temperamental auteur who hated every take. He kept ordering the puppets to reshoot the scene in different styles and genres (audience suggestions), so the comedy was in the shifting and the repetition of this "movie". The biggest laugh came when the film was reshot in "Hipster" style. Colleen's puppet walked off the set with deadpan teen angst drawl "I'm leaving parentals and you can read on my American Apparel t-shirt whyyyyyy"

The Dark Crystal Mystics

I talked with Brian Henson after the show and had to get assurance that The Power of The Dark Crystal, a sequel to the landmark 1982 puppet film, was going to be puppet heavy and not overly reliant on CGI. He guaranteed there would be plentiful puppets but they're also using some CGI. So I didn't learn much.

After the improv comedy, they invited a few bloggers and press types onstage to film little promo bits with the puppets. Here I am interviewing them.


(I was mortified at my own performance: I didn't know what to do with the mic and forgot that puppets don't need them being mic'ed from below and all, they film you from below and the camera adds 10 lbs; It's a cruel cruel world but I am happy to report that I've lost 7 lbs since then.) I asked the puppet to my right what his favorite movie was and he said Ben. Hee. The turtle/armadillo creature to my left preferred Over the Hedge. He also wanted me to know that he'd auditioned for several roadkill parts in films but never got callbacks.

Oh the rejection-heavy life of an actor... even an actor made from felt, foam and rubber.

All in all Stuffed and Unstrung is a fun night at the theater. It's a good way to reconnect with your inner child (puppets!) while also humoring your outer adult (adults-only humor!).

Here's their official site.
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Red Carpet Ice Rink Lineup

Once in awhile I allow myself an off-cinema spin here. This is a spin followed by a triple sow cow double toe loop triple axel death spiral! I have no idea if those things go together. I've just been watching too much Olympic figure skating. But never fear, I do have a few movie-referencey things to say. So let's talk figure skating, evil costumes and showmanship or: why Johnny Weir is king or at least princess of the sport... Royal Highness is what I'm saying.

If you watched the men's short program last night, you have to read Joe & AB Chao's hilarious live blog. But, if you didn't, some costume gazing:


From left to right we have Japan's Noburani Oda (#4), Russia's Evgeni Plushenko (#1), Switzerland's Stephane Lambiel (#5), Japan's Daisuke Takahahsi (#3), and Canada's Patrick Chan (#7). You are not actually required to wear black to compete but apparently you can't make it to medal contention without it. It makes your lines on the ice cleaner or something... very photogenic. Black and white movies still look sensational for a reason, you know.

These costumes are so modern superhero. I feel its time to share my theory that the unacknowledged patron saint of male figure skating is actually a Canadian. I'm talking about Jean-Paul Beaubier aka Alpha Flight's elf/mutant Northstar. He was even a star athlete before superhero-ing (albeit a skier instead of a skater). Basically if you're going to compete at the highest level of skating you have to work a certain costume equation and I think it's something like


The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari + Northstar x Edward Scissorhands ÷ The Dark Crystal (the latter because you have to harness some mythical sparkly powers. Little known fact: that missing shard that caused the Skeksis so much trouble has been crushed and reconfigured in mosaic form on thousands of show costumes since 1982!).

The braver figure skaters will use the Bluefly accessories wall thoughtfully allow other inspirational elements into their costume mix including but not limited to scraps and patterns pulled from the wardrobes of bullfighters, Liza Minnelli, 70s sci-fi movies and Janet Jackson's Rhthym Nation. I woulda said Lady Gaga but that'll take awhile to filter down into Olympic sportswear.

But back to Northstar. He's a tasty hunk o' mutant but he'll never be transferred to the movies like the other X-Men because he's gay. Which brings me to the unruly hilarious prince(ss) of figure skating, USA's Johnny Weir (a lowly #6 but the score should have been way higher) and his arch-nemesis, Evan Lysacek (#2). Basically Johnny is giving everyone who worries about figure skating being too femme the hot pink middle finger. With a corset no less. So funny.


Mysteriously, humorless Lysacek gets a big name designer (Vera Wang) for his duds. He provides the perma-scowl, bronzer and self-regard. She imagines him as the Dark Sith Lord of skating... with feathers!

It's continually clear that the greater sports world and the mainstream channels which televise their competitions still aren't comfortable with gay athletes (I realize that Weir doesn't directly address this but whatever). But it's particularly galling in the figure skating world which is totally a 'lady who doth protest too much', if you know what I'm saying. So Evan ("Hetero... Thank God!" you can practically hear the talking heads whispering) is showered with unconditional compliments while Weir generally gets droplets of praise in a backhanded sort of way. So bless Weir for continually sticking it to them with panache, diva disregard for their delicate (read: homophobic) feelings, and good humor... plus hot pink tassels, hip swivels and air kisses. I'm not a fan of his fur-wearing antics but with divas, there's always a whole package. You can't take the parts separately. It's love them or hate them. I love him. Or should I say Я люблю его



I hope you've been watching the Sundance Channel's Johnny Be Good reality show. Weir is just what the Olympics need: curveball entertainment. You have to have some performers who aren't easily shoehorned into those soft focus 'triumph of the human spirit' puff pieces, you know? Man cannot live on one (formulaic) flavor alone.

Have you been watching the Olympics and will you be watching the men's skating finale tomorrow (READ: TONIGHT)? Speak up.
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