Rube Goldberg ruled my childhood.
Goldberg, who died forty years ago today, was a cartoonist who was most famous for his elaborate engineering ideas that illustrated a complex way of performing a simple task. He was so inventive at this that his name became synonymous with anything where the effort far outweighed the result.
You’ve heard the phrase “build a better mouse trap”? Goldberg did.
I played that game incessantly as well as its follow-up, Crazy Clock.
As goofy as they were, they did cause you to think about things a different way. Perhaps that’s why Rube Goldberg competitions flourish to this day. And maybe why I am as odd as I am.
Today is also the “day that will live in infamy“… and so it shall here. I remember visiting the memorial in the early 80s and being stunned that oil is still leaking to the surface. The fact that the crowd was about sixty percent Japanese tourists with cameras was surreal. But I remember thinking that we were another generation past a brutal war in which both sides conducted ruthless and brutal attacks, and these were different times. But forgive does not mean forget.
I salute my Dad and all others who served bravely in WWII.
Great actor, bad idea
FICTION: Every time they remake Sherlock Holmes it gets better!
The virtual ink was barely dry on the my recap of historical Sherlock Holmes movies when the new bombastic film hit theatres over the holidays. I don’t know about you, but when I think of the world’s greatest detective I don’t think of meticulous analysis of clues, a flawless observation of the human mind and an ability to anticipate the moves of even the most industrious adversaries. No…I think shirtless guys beating each other in cage matches, Rube Goldberg contraptions that even an over-the-top show like The Wild Wild West tossed aside as too absurd and shit blowing up real good.
(Yes, that was satire.)
I love Robert Downey Jr.’s acting skill; I’m still haunted by his stunning inhabitation of Charlie Chaplin and am happy that he’s seemingly pulled his ass out of the gutter at the final moment to resume what hopefully will be a long and storied career. But I hope he did this one for a pile of cash, because he just shat on a legacy, Golden Globe or not. (The fact that the movie was entered as a comedy should tell you all you need to know about its adherence to the Holmes legend). So on to the essay…
Anytime a major fictional character is played by more than one person, endless discussions will ensue regarding which actor was the standard by which all others should be measured. Sean Connery’s charm and poise seems to have cemented his status as the ultimate James Bond, but when discussions turn to Scrooge, Alastair Sim’s dynamic performance is often undervalued because of the antiquity of A Christmas Carol both in age and condition.
Later generations, more drawn to color film and special effects, tend to favor George C. Scott or Albert Finney. Likewise, when discussions turn to Sherlock Holmes, the quality and production of the more recent films featuring Jeremy Brett tend to tip the scales his way for many viewers. For as good as the films featuring Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes might have been, the WWII era prints degenerated so much over the years that they became almost unwatchable.
FACT: Basil Rathbone is the definitive Sherlock Holmes.
Rathbone, who resembles the illustrations of Holmes from the original stories, plays up the character’s eccentricities and intelligence without flamboyance, although he will engage in physical activity in pursuit of justice. In fact, he’s occasionally reckless and often is within a whisker of a tragic move. Yet when at his best – face to face with an adversary, one mind battling another – it’s fascinating to watch him convey his superior intellect and chess-like manipulation without using physical gestures.
Read the rest of my full review in PopMatters.