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Tuesday, 15 October 2024

2024 - September | Binge-Watching Mrs Maisel, and a New Wristwatch

It's been a busy year work-wise, but I've managed to keep my department under control and operating reasonably smoothly. I've enjoyed going to work and dealing with the day-to-day aspects of the job. There have been no major dramas and all of the minor ones have been easily handled. 
In terms of my leisure time, this year has seen me reading far less than last year, which comprised mainly of espionage fiction;

Books Read in 2023
 
Trinity Six by Charles Cumming 
- Journalist chasing a story about spies recruited in the 1930s. Has a le Carré vibe to it. Pretty good.
The Catch (novella) by Mick Herron 
- The completist in me begins reading as much of Herron's work as possible.
All The Old Knives by Olen Steinhauer 
- American spy author. Very well written and plotted.
The Afghan by Fredrick Forsyth 
- Forsyth's research skills are as sharp as ever. Book was okay, maybe a 6/10.
Double or Nothing by Kim Sherwood (didn't finish it) 
- About the Double-O Section's other operatives. Bond is missing. So was my interest in this book, which took too many liberties with the world of OO7.
Standing By The Wall (novella) by Mick Herron 
- The completist continues...
The List (novella) by Mick Herron 
- and on...
The Drop (novella) by Mick Herron 
- ...and on. I did like these little novellas, as they provided some insight about the characters in Herron's other novels.
Spook Street by Mick Herron 
- A Slough House* novel. Great
London Rules by Mick Herron 
- Another Slough House novel. Excellent.
Nobody Walks by Mick Herron 
- A stand-alone book, about an ex-spy now living in France, who returns to London after the death of his son. Some Slough House characters show up. Great book.
Reconstruction by Mick Herron 
- Another stand-alone story, again with some Slough House cameos. And again, a great story. Herron writes good characters.
The Spy Who Came In From The Cold by John le Carré 
- Read it back in the late '80s. Figured it was due for a re-read. A bleak anti-Bond story.
Winter Work by Dan Fesperman - Set just after The Wall came down. Interesting premise, well-written, but it doesn't seem like a great deal happens. I think I'll have to read it again before I make a definite judgement on it.
A Spy By Nature by Charles Cumming - First in a subsequent series of books about Alec Milius, freshly recruited into British Intelligence. Don't recall much about it, but I did like the writing. Another one that will require a re-read.
The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammett - Another book that I first read back in the '80s. Thought I could use a break from all the spy stuff.
Damascus Station by David McCloskey - Debut book by McCloskey and it was great. 

*Slough House
Herron's first book, Slow Horses, concerned a bunch of f*ck-ups from British Intelligence who have been relegated to a quiet division in Slough House, led by one Jackson Lamb, a burn-out who's best work may be behind him. This crew, nick-named the slow horses by the rest of MI5, spend their days doing extremely menial and nonsensical tasks, in the hope that they'll get so bored and/or disillusioned that they'll resign, thus sparing any Human Resources headaches for Head Office. 
One of the slow horses left a secret file on a train, another is a coke-fiend, another is a problem gambler. It's for reasons like these that they have been swept under the mat into Slough House. 
Jackson Lamb drinks, smokes...and farts too much. He despises his crew (hoping that they'll quit), but he despises MI5 Head Office even more, and his one major ace up his sleeve is his razor-sharp mind. Whatever he's become that has led him to Slough House, he's still a master-spy.
Mick Herron has created a credible world, filled with a variety of characters in a shady corner of the already shady intelligence universe. 
 
Since signing up for Amazon Prime and Disney + this year, I've been watching a little more TV. One show that I'd been meaning to watch was The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
This show centres around Miriam 'Midge' Maisel, a young housewife living on the Upper West Side. Her husband Joel works as an executive in the city and he has ambitions of becoming a stand-up comedian. 
Problem is, he's not very funny. Midge gives him a lot of encouragement, proof-reads his routines, and generally supports his dream. One night, after a dismal performance on stage at The Gaslight Café, Joel accuses her of not being supportive of his comic ambitions and tells her he is leaving, after admitting that he's been having an affair with his secretary.
Joel leaves, and in a drunken rage, Midge ends up on the stage at The Gaslight Café, and delivers an observational rant that has the audience laughing, and the club manager Susie Myerson quickly realises that she may have a major talent on her hands. 
 
Midge is soon arrested by police for some lewd remarks during her impromptu performance and hauled off to the station. Groundbreaking '60s comedian Lenny Bruce, performing a set at the Gaslight also, is arrested as well. He becomes a recurring character in the show. 
There's a lot going on in this show throughout its five seasons. Midge establishes her own set of rules and conditions in her attempt to become a stand-up comedian in an era when women weren't encouraged to pursue this kind of career. Susie Myerson attempts to set herself up as a talent manager for Midge and other acts. Midge's parents have their own struggle in trying to understand and accept their daughter's new-found chosen vocation, while her ex-husband Joel attempts to find his own path in life. 
The acting is top-notch throughout, as evidenced by the numerous Emmy awards the show's creators and cast have garnered in recent years. 
Created by Amy Sherman-Palladino, who was responsible for Gilmour Girls (2000-2007), this show is extremely well done in almost every respect. The casting is wonderful, with particular mentions to Rachel Brosnahan as Midge, and Alex Borstein as Susie Myerson. Together, these two actresses carry the bulk of the show. 
 
Rachel Brosnahan as Miriam 'Midge' Maisel (left) and Alex Borstein as Susie Myerson. Two wonderful actresses, showcasing exemplary performances of two strong female characters with a wonderful friendship, which is the back-bone of the show, IMHO. Whenever Midge is about to go on stage, Susie's catch-phrase is a short and sweet break-a-leg statement; "Tits up". Only two words, but the meaning is profound, in my view - You're a woman, working in the predominantly male world (of stand-up comedy), so rope the audience in initially with your feminine charms, be proud, and then slay them with your comedic prowess. You are woman, let them hear you roar. Then they'll roar with laughter.

Extra-special mention goes to Tony Shalhoub as Abe Weissman, Midge's father, a Mathematics Professor at Columbia University, and Kevin Pollack as Moshe Maisel, Joel's father, who runs a garment business. 
In saying that, though, I can't fault anybody in the cast. Marin Hinkle and Caroline Aaron do a great job as Rose Weissman, Midge's mother, and Shirley Maisel, Joel's mother, respectively, each imbuing their characters with recognisable traits and mannerisms. 
And then there's the camera-work and cinematography! Outstanding. Beautifully lit and staged, with a cinematic quality to it all. 
 
 
There's a scene where Midge is about to entertain some troops and it starts with a Rockettes-style opening dance number on stage. Watching it, I couldn't help feeling that the way it was staged and shot, it wouldn't look out of place in a Spielberg movie. The production values and camera work were movie-quality. 
 
If I have one beef about the show, it would be the dialogue at times. Portions of it contained phrases that didn't exist in late '50s/early '60s America. 
When Midge recounts her first arrest to a subsequent audience at the Gaslight Café, she says; "And there I was, being perp-walked into the station."
When she tells of an incident where her young son was being indolent, she says; "I could take him."
These are modern terms and phrases, that appeared to take me out of the Mid-Century world of the show.  I suppose I can understand why they might have been included. 
Modern parlance would appeal to a modern audience. 
It's just that, given the attention to detail utilised in re-creating a 1950s diner, a street filled with big fat Buicks, Plymouths and Chryslers, and Midge's wonderful Audrey Hepburn-esque wardrobe, the modern lingo seems a little out of place.
In saying that, though, it is used pretty sparingly throughout the series, so it doesn't jar too much. 
Maybe I'm just being finicky. 
 
The attention to detail and homages to Old Hollywood are evident throughout the show.
There's a scene in Season 4 where Midge is working as emcee at a seedy strip club which is soon  raided by police and everybody scrambles out of every possible exit to avoid getting arrested. If you had sat me down in front of a tv without me knowing what or where this scene was from, I'd almost have believed it was an out-take or deleted scent out of Billy Wilder's The Apartment or Irma La Douce. You'd almost expect to see a young Jack Lemmon and Shirley Maclaine in it. 
And the Steadicam work is wonderful.
 
While it presents one or two clichés here and there - Not all Italians sit around singing Funiculí, Funiculá - it avoids the worn-out trope where Susie shows any attraction to Midge. Their friendship is built on mutual respect and looking out for each other and I'm glad that the show didn't go in an obvious direction. Like Midge's yearning to be  a stand-up, Susie's ambition - to become a talent manager - is an uphill battle in a world full of male talent agents and the series charts her struggle, but she's a tough-talking, chain smoking, foul-mouthed gal who gets sharper at the job as the show progresses and she gives the boys a run for their money.
 
I can't fault this show, to be honest. Just about every character has a major arc in their individual stories, the performances are superb, the writing and plotting are on-point, and it's all very pretty to look at. 
Worth catching this show, if you haven't seen it. 
 
I picked up a new watch in August. The Baltic Hermétique Tourer. 
Baltic was started back in 2016 by Étienne Malec. He soon launched a campaign on Kickstarter, with the aim of getting enough backers to fund the production of a three-hand watch and a vintage-styled chronograph with a bi-compax dial. These watches would be vintage-inspired designs made using modern materials. 
His Kickstarter goal was to raise €65,000.oo. 
He ended up getting pledges for €514,806.oo over the 35-day period of his campaign.
 
Here are the two watches that were funded by his Kickstarter campaign;
 
Since then, he has expanded the brand to encompass 11 different models. Baltic has become one of the success stories of the wristwatch micro-brand world. Easy to see why. As I work in the watch industry, and have been collecting watches for twenty-five years, I spend a lot of time on the web looking at watches. Micro-brands pop up all the time. Some of them are good, offering a different perspective to much of what is already being produced. 
Some of them are derivative of existing or classic designs and don't really bring anything new to the table and end up looking like direct copies, with just a small tweak here and there to keep the lawyers away. 
And some of them are not very nice at all, lifting numerous aesthetic cues from other brands, to produce a watch that has already been done better by somebody else. Very often, these kinds of micro-brands cut a few corners during the production phase and this becomes evident when one takes a good close look at the final product. 
Baltic produces watches with a vintage vibe. While they don't mimic any exact watch from the past, their designs evoke the look of watches from the late 1940s through to the early 1970s. 
Anyway, you can always check out their website;
 

Meanwhile, back to my Baltic watch. I've always liked the simplicity of a basic time-only wristwatch with a clearly laid-out dial. Often referred to as an "Expedition watch", this type of watch was perhaps first made popular by the Rolex Explorer, from back in the early/mid 1950s. Other brands made watches of a similar style. Two that immediately come to mind are the 1957 Omega Railmaster;
Pic borrowed from blommanwatchreport.com
 

This watch did okay for Omega, but never reached the same heights as their Speedmaster chronograph and Seamaster dive watch, both released that same year. The Railmaster was discontinued in 1963 and a new edition was released in 2003, in three different case sizes. A 60th anniversary model was produced in 2017, a virtual copy - based on Omega's archival blueprints - and this was followed by a new modern iteration the year after. 

For my money, though, the early Noughties edition is the stand-out. I got the 36mm model in 2012 and have never looked back. For those who may not know, my review is to be found on this blog via the 'Watch Reviews' tab up above. 

You can see the simplicity of the dial layout on a watch like this. Very easy at-a-glance readability.

Another watch that was touted as suitable for expeditions was the Nivada Grenchen Antarctic. As seen in this magazine advertisement, lifted from...

 Hodinkee.com | Hands-On: Vintage Or Modern? The New Nivada Grenchen Antarctic 35mm Helps Us Take On The Age-Old Debate

...this watch was marketed as being worn and used during Operation DeepFreeze, a US-led expedition to the Antarctic by Admiral Richard Byrd in the 1950s. 

As you can see, these watches looked like most other day-to-day men's watches of the era, but they were quite hardy and, if much of the advertising is to be believed, these watches stood up to quite a bit of punishment. 

A lot of basic men's watches were put through the ringer during these expeditions. There's the well-known (among Tudor watch nerds, anyway) letter that was written in 1956 to Rolex - Tudor's parent company  - about how well an Oyster-Prince model fared throughout the British North Greenland Expedition;

Dig that letterhead! 
As is pretty much well-known among us watch nerds, Edmund Hilary wore a British-made Smiths De Luxe mechanical watch  during his ascent up Mount Everest in 1953. 
These simple watches, worn during these endeavours, could take a beating. Their dials were clear and easy to read, their water-resistance was sufficient for the job at hand, and they were powered by a self-winding automatic movement. As the examples I've mentioned all took place in sub-zero climates, it might be fair to say that the watches would have been covered by jacket sleeves to protect them a little. Then again, if needing to check the time quickly was a necessity, a jacket sleeve may have been pulled back a little to expose the watch for easy viewing. 
All conjecture on my part. 

So, with all of this rugged history attached to this type of wristwatch, I spent a few months looking at this Baltic watch, read a few reviews, etc, before I visited the only seller in Australia who carries this brand. I had contemplated purchasing direct from Baltic's website, but when I got serious about the watch and did the sums, it pretty much worked out to be a difference of about $80.oo less if I bought from the website. The benefit, in my view, of purchasing from a bricks-and-mortar store is that, should anything go wrong with the watch, dealing with any warranty-related issues is more straightforward when doing so face-to-face rather than via back-and-forth emails and shipping. 
And so I bought the watch. I opted for the chocolate brown dial with matching Tropic rubber strap. My collection contains enough black, blue, and silver dials, so I thought I'd change things up a bit and go totally left field. Other colour options were blue, green, or a nice shade of beige.
 











Yeah, brown was the right one to go for. It looks edible. Case diameter is a wonderful 37mm, which sits so Goldilocksy on my 6.5 inch wrist. The dial. Ahh, the dial. Chocolate brown, with the hour markers and numerals made from C3 SuperLuminova and applied onto the dial like whipped cream piped onto its surface. And it has a slightly 'stepped' area on its outer edge, which sits lower than the rest of the dial. Hard to see in the photos. 
The movement inside it is a Miyota 9039, self-winding automatic with a 42 hour power reserve. Miyota is a subsidiary of Citizen watches, of Japan. Many micro-brands use Miyota movements. This is one major way to keep production costs and selling prices down, as this brand's movements are quite robust, with a decent daily accuracy for the price.

Perhaps the one drawback with the watch is the crown. Hermetic watches are so called because the crown sits pretty much flush with the case when its pushed in. Hermetically sealed and all that. This makes for a nice symmetry of the case. This also makes winding the watch by hand a tad difficult. It's not a huge issue, really. I give it five to ten winds by hand to get it going, by running my index finger along the crown's edge, then a few flicks of the wrist to top it up a little. As long as I'm wearing it, it'll continue to wind itself. I figure it's a very small price to pay when the rest of the watch more than makes up for this minor hassle. 

The case sits quite flat on the wrist and the watch has a 100m water-resistance, making it a fairly everyday go-anywhere, do-anything (GADA, is what collectors call it) wristwatch. While it looks good on its rubber strap, I knew I'd want the bracelet optional also, so I placed an order a couple of weeks later and it arrived not long after. 

The beads-of-rice bracelet design gained popularity in the 1960s and appeared on a number of watches across various brands. A pleasant change from the usual three-link bracelet style found on watches of that era, a major plus with this type of bracelet is the fit. As the links are so small, it makes for a very comfortable fit on the wrist, and it also allows the bracelet to breathe a little, due to the numerous gaps between the links. 
The sapphire crystal on this watch is domed, which allows for some interesting play of light, reflection, and distortion from certain angles, and it very perfectly suits the vintage vibe of the watch. Baltic spent a lot of time and effort on this Hermétique Tourer range (as with their other product families), to produce a distinctive watch with old-school charm coupled with modern technology. 
There was a time when there were quite a few watch manufacturers in France, given that the country borders Switzerland. Many of these brands went under during The Quartz Crisis of the 1970s. A few of them, such as Lip, survived that storm. Other brands, like Yema and Airain, were resurrected in recent years, to be re-introduced to a new generation of watch fans.
Baltic is part of the new wave of micro brands to come out of France in recent years. Serica and Meraud are two other French brands that immediately come to mind. Some of them use Japanese movements, some of them use Swiss. Either way, the attention to detail is commendable and the build quality rivals that of well established Swiss brands of similar pricing. 

As stated up above, the minor drawback with the crown is way off-set by the many positives found throughout the rest of the watch. 
It's a beautifully-made wristwatch, in an age where there are a myriad number of well-established brands with long histories, and a vast number of newly-created micro-brands all vying for your hard-earned dollars. You could do nicely with a Baltic watch. Not a sales pitch. I'm not affiliated with the brand in any way. 
I just think it's a watch that punches well above its weight. 
 
Anyway, another post down. At the time of writing, I'm slightly laid out with a cold. Been a while since I was last sick with anything. Work is busy these days and I worked from home today. No doubt, there'll be a few spot-fires to put out tomorrow, such is the nature of customer service. 
Still, when you have to rely on numerous external partners to help you do your job, you can only do what you can only do.
 
Thanks for reading, and take care.

Sunday, 1 November 2020

Sean Connery | August 25th 1930 - October 31st 2020 | The First OO7 Hangs Up His Walther PPK

It was inevitable. As I read of Sir Sean Connery's ailing health in recent years, I would check BBC.com for news of his passing. But then, I would also think that he'd last another five, maybe even ten years. 

I was in bed reading. It was just past midnight, Sunday November 1st when my wife and I heard two rapid knocks on our bedroom door before my daughter burst in and said; "I just read on social media that Sean Connery died! I didn't want to tell you, but I didn't want you to read it tomorrow and be upset."

Slightly stunned by the news, I sat there thinking about it, letting it sink in. I looked up BBC.com. Nothing yet. I checked Instagram. News was already coming through, with links to comments by Connery's son, Jason.

Sean Connery passed away in his sleep, aged 90, at his house in the Bahamas. Many of his family members were there. It's what I call a million-dollar ending. We should all be so lucky to check out that way. 

While Roger Moore was the Bond that I grew up with, and the one who made me sit up and take notice of this Bond fellow, it was Connery's earlier portrayal of OO7 that turned me into a life-long Bond fan. Reading the Fleming books a few years later, in the early '80s, Connery was the Bond that I pictured coming off the page. The dark hair, cruel good looks, and cold manner when on the job were embodied by Connery in his first Bond flick Dr No (Dir: Terence Young, United Artists, 1962). This was honed a great deal by Terence Young, who taught Connery about fine tailoring, fine dining, and other attributes that made up the literary character of James Bond. 

Certainly, Sean Connery had his Scots accent rather than a British one, but it was a deep voice which gave him a commanding and confident presence on-screen. He moved like a panther, as has often been said, and he had a certain magnetism about him, all of which helped give this first Bond film a promising start to what the Producers hoped would be a franchise. 

I was at the Designing OO7 - Fifty Years of Bond Style exhibition seven years ago and, after seeing various exhibits of props from the Bond movies, I continued on to a room to my right. I parted a beaded curtain which led into a large room that had been done up to look like a casino. As I stepped inside, I saw a roulette table and up above, there were a few large-screen monitors showing scenes from various Bond films and I happened to walk in just as Sylvia Trench (Eunice Gayson, the FIRST Bond Girl) asks her opponent his name while playing against him in a high-stakes game of chemin de fer

Connery's introduction in this scene is the stuff of movie legend and his almost world-weary delivery of his name has been much used by other Bond actors, but never bettered. 

Ian Fleming was less than impressed with the casting of Connery. He wanted somebody like David Niven or Rex Harrison for the part. Cary Grant was offered the role and he said he'd do one picture, but would not commit to a series. Much as I love Cary Grant, he was too old for the part, as were Niven and Harrison. Sure, they were terribly English and all that, but literary Bond was a hard man, and the role required a certain level of physicality. And Bond had to look like he could kill a man with his bare hands. Niven couldn't have done it. Casting a younger and virtually unknown actor like Connery was the right move, in my view. 
Fleming had said; I wanted Commander Bond, not some sort of overgrown stuntman.

In the end, Fleming was happy with the choice of Connery in the role. There are photos which show him conversing with Connery on-set and, as the film was shot partly in Jamaica, there are pics of the cast having lunch with Fleming (presumably at his house Goldeneye in Oracabessa). Fleming published his next Bond book, On Her Majesty's Secret Service, in 1963 and in it, he gave readers a little more of Bond's backstory. Bond's father Andrew was a Scot. This was a nod to Connery as, by the time filming of Dr No was half completed, he had grown to be happy with the film-maker's choice of Connery for the role. As the film had a total budget of $1,000,000, the producers had to make the money go as far as it could. 
The film grossed 6.9 million dollars. 

Part of Connery's appeal in the role of Bond was his smart-assery, something which has been sadly lacking in the Daniel Craig Bonds. Connery could deliver a line with just a slight arching of an eyebrow and a purr in his voice. In You Only Live Twice (Dir: Lewis Gilbert, 1967), we find Bond tied to a chair while Helga Brandt (Karin Dor) stands over him holding a scalpel.
"I've got you right where I want you", she says.
"Well enjoy yourself", he replies. 
I recall seeing this film on DVD one night and my wife remarked with a smile; "He's so arrogant."  

In the unofficial Bond film Never Say Never Again (Dir: Irwin Kershner, 1983), there's a stupid scene when Bond goes up against Maximilian Largo (Klaus Maria Brandauer) by playing against him in a video game. A video game!
To make it all seem more adult, they play for money and the game's joysticks give off an electric shock every time a player loses. As the monetary stakes get higher, so do the electric shocks. 
Anyway, Bond wins the game and donates his tens of thousands of winnings to some charity. Largo says to him; "Tell me, Mr Bond, are you as gracious a loser as you are a winner?" 
Connery-Bond replies; "I wouldn't know know, I've never lost." 
 
It's lines like these that are missing from the current Bond films and, even the quips from the Pierce Brosnan-era films seem dated or poorly written. The humour in the Roger Moore Bonds was a product of its time, in the era of bawdy British comedy such as The Benny Hill Show and the Carry-On films, which is a shame because given some smart, witty lines, Moore could have done a lot with them.

Connery did five Bond films in the Sixties before growing tired of the role and fearing that he'd be typecast. He announced his resignation from the role half-way through filming of You Only Live Twice. The Japanese press, whose photographers followed him into a men's room, probably help him make up his mind. He was lured back to the role for 1971's Diamonds Are Forever and donated his 1.2 million dollar salary to set up the Scottish International Education Trust, which was designed to bestow grants to artists in Scotland. Connery's contract also stipulated that United Artists would fund two films of his choice. 
He went on to make The Offence, directed by Sidney Lumet. It was a police procedural about a detective who questions a paedophile about his recent crimes and over the course of the film, Connery's detective begins to lose his grip. Working again for Lumet, Connery went on to make The Anderson Tapes, a caper film where a thief's entire plan for a large-scale robbery has been recorded through wire taps and surveillance cameras. 
A few duds followed in the 1970s, but he did a great film in 1975 called The Man Who Would Be King, co-starring Michael Caine, and directed by John Huston. Based on a Rudyard Kipling short story, it concerns two British ex-soldiers in the 1880s who wind up in Afghanistan and one of them is mistaken for a god. It was one of Connery's better films from that era. Along with Robin And Marian (Dir: Richard Lester, 1976), in which he played an ageing Robin Hood, returned from the Crusades to find the Sheriff of Nottingham (Robert Shaw, cool!) still running the town and Maid Marian (Audrey Hepburn) is now a nun. 
He also did some ensemble parts in films such as Murder On The Orient Express (1974) and A Bridge Too Far (1977).

Aside from being lured back to the role of Bond for Never Say Never Again, the early '80s was a lack-lustre time for Connery until 1986, when he starred as 12th century Franciscan monk William of Baskerville who ventures to an abbey in Northern Italy for a meeting with papal representatives, but is soon lured into investigating a series of odd deaths among the clergy at the abbey. Directed by Jean-Jacques Annaud, this French-Italian co-production didn't do so well in the US, but garnered much of its box office receipts in Europe. Connery delivers a great performance in this film. Another notable standout is Ron Perlman, who would later find success in Sons of Anarchy on the FX network. 

Personally, I think Connery should have gotten an Oscar for this film, but this was not to be. For another year. It was his role as 1930s Chicago beat cop Jimmy Malone in The Untouchables (Brian De Palma, 1987) that Connery would score a Best Supporting Actor statuette. Granted, his short "You wanna get Capone?" monologue is nicely written and beautifully delivered. You get the sense that Malone knows how his town operates and is fully aware of why he's still a uniform cop pounding the streets at his age. Other roles soon followed and while some weren't Oscar-worthy material (The Presidio), they ensured that newer audiences got a glimpse of the persona that made up the first James Bond of the silver screen. Luckily, we got him as Indiana Jones' dad in Spielberg's Indian Jones and The Last Crusade in 1989. And we also had The Hunt For Red October and The Russia House, both in 1990.
 
He later appeared opposite Nicholas Cage in Michael Bay's The Rock (1996), a wasted effort in my book. Here we have the guy who played Bond, and it wasn't utilised to its fullest extent. Mind you, this was probably to be expected in a Michael Bay movie. 
Connery's last film was The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (Dir: Stephen Norrington, 2003). By all accounts it wasn't a great film. I can vouch for that. The CGI in some later scenes was awful. This film was a gruelling exercise for Connery and it was enough to convince him to retire from acting. Spielberg tried to lure him out of retirement five years later for Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull. No luck. Peter Jackson wanted him to play Gandalf, but Connery wasn't interested in staying in New Zealand for a few years of filming. 
 
Sean Connery came out of retirement (sort of) to provide the voice of James Bond in EA Games' rendition of From Russia With Love in 2005 for the Playstation 2, Game Cube and X Box consoles. It was great to see his younger likeness on screen, albeit in a video game, and while it was his voice that we heard in the game, it was older Connery's voice. Still, it had some bite left in it. He also gave the makers of the game some insight into how Bond should fire a gun in the game, based on the weapons training that he received way back in the early 1960s. 
His last job was another voice-over gig for an animated film called Sir Billi (Dir: Sacha Hartmann, 2012). It wasn't well received. 
 
Still, I choose to remember Sean Connery firstly as the original James Bond on the big screen, and then as an actor in some great films of the Sixties (Marnie, A Fine Madness, The Hill), Seventies and Eighties. He grew up poor, and had his share of stresses - he joined the navy at 16 and was discharged at 19 due to duodenal ulcers. I know what that's like. I had a duodenal ulcer from the age of twenty-three to the age of thirty-six. I think he got to an age where he had made a success of his life and chose to do whatever he wanted. That's one sure-fire way to avoid any stress. 
It was Connery's Bond that made me a Bond fan. In no small way did his portrayal of OO7 ensure the success and longevity of the series. Here we are, 58 years later, and they're still making Bond movies (that we're still waiting to see, thank-you Covid-19). 
 
So, I'm grateful that Sean Connery existed. I'm saddened to hear of his passing, but I'm heartened by the peaceful way he went out. 
I hope he knew of the legacy that he leaves behind. Sure, Bond became a millstone around his neck at times, but whenever the cameras would catch him in the crowd at a Wimbledon Tournament, the crowd would clap and cheer. 
And the smile on his face always seemed genuine. 

Thanks for everything, Mr Connery. Your work has brought me much pleasure. 

RIP, and condolences to those close to you. 
 
 
                                         Fantastic artwork by Dave Seguin


Thanks for reading!



Saturday, 3 March 2018

Sunday March 4th, 2018 - Red Knitted Beanies, Vintage Laminate Tables, Cat-tags & This Week's Wristwatches.






















I finally got around to taking our DVD/Bluray player to a guy who installs the chip which allows you to watch movies region-free. Now, I'm no DVD pirate, but I have a few movies (in both formats) that I got off eBay simply because they weren't available here in Australia for our Region 4 DVDs and Region B bluray discs. 
I doubt that I'm contravening any region policies here. The movies that I want to get are long gone from any cinema. And the fantastic Criterion Collection offers a range of films with extras that you just don't get with your standard releases that you might find at JB HiFi here in Oz or your local Walmart or HMV store.
I used to have a decent (actually, very decent) library of movies that I recorded on VHS cassettes off TV back in the '80s, but as you might know, the quality deteriorates over time. Besides, who has the room to store VHS these days. And the video player/recorder is long gone, anyway. I bought a converter about six years ago and transferred a few tapes onto DVD-Rom, most notably our wedding video and tapes of the kids when they were toddlers. A few of the classic films that I had on VHS, I have since replaced on DVD over the years.
One film, however, has been near the top of the list, but I've just been too lazy and/or have yet to find a decent DVD version of it. That film is Gilda, a 1946 noir directed by Charles Vidor* and starring Glenn Ford and Rita Hayworth in what is probably her most famous role. 

*It's interesting to note that the American poster for this film lists the director correctly as Charles Vidor, whereas the Italian poster - with the stunning artwork! - has the director listed as King Vidor, who was no relation to Charles, and was responsible for directing the 1946 Western classic Duel in the Sun.

Okay, back to Gilda. The story concerns Johnny Farrel (Ford) a  fella who scrapes a living as a gambler in Buenos Aires. After winning at craps against some shady characters at a seedy dock, he is accosted by one of the losing players and is rescued by millionaire industrialist Ballin Mundson (George Macready) who carries a walking stick with a knife blade hidden in it. The industrialist tells him there's a gambling ship moored at the dock, but warns him not to try the same (cheating) tactics there as he did with the guys at the craps game a few minutes earlier. 
Johnny visits the gambling ship and cheats at the blackjack table. He is busted by security and taken to the ship owner's office. The owner turns out to be Mundson. 
Johnny convinces Mundson to hire him as a security expert. Mundson soon goes off on a trip and returns some time later with a new bride, Gilda. 
The introduction of her character in this film has become classic. The scene elicits gasps from the prison inmates  in Frank Darabont's The Shawshank Redemption (1994), and with good reason. It's a highly-charged and very brief moment. Mundson and Johnny enter the master bedroom. Ballin calls out; 'Gilda. Are you decent?'
All we see is bedroom wall for a split second before Hayworth tosses back her mane of hair, appearing in the shot from the lower edge of the frame. 
'Me?Decent?', she answers, before catching a glimpse of Johnny, who takes a step forward, eyes widening in surprise. Her smile fades and her expression hardens. These two have a history.
"Sure...I'm decent', she adds, the comment more of an assertion than a mere reply.

And later in the movie...

INT: GAMING ROOM -- NIGHT

Gilda holds the guitar by the neck. 

                            GILDA
                  Would it interest you to know
                  know how much I hate you, Johnny?

                            JOHNNY
                  Very much.

                            GILDA
                  I hate you so much that I would
                  destroy myself to take you down 
                  with me.

 
The screenplay was written by Jo Eisinger and Marion Parsonnette and this is one film noir that has been constantly written about over the years and it fully deserves its classic status. 
I had to get this movie on disc. The Criterion Collection has it available. And I'm gonna get my mitts on a copy. Very soon. 

When I got the BluRay player home, I put on my Criterion Collection copy of The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, Wes Anderson's wonderful film from 2004. This was a US region copy of the film and it played without a Hitch. 
It's a great film. Bill Murray is Steve Zissou, a Jacques Cousteau type ocean explorer, even down to the red knitted beanie. He is on a quest to find what he calls a jaguar shark, a large predator that devoured his long-time crew member and friend, Esteban. Meanwhile, along comes a young man named Ned Plympton (Owen Wilson), who may or may not be his illegitimate son. Wes Anderson always assembles a great cast for each of his films and he has a unique eye and sensibility which permeates throughout the entire look of his films. If you've never seen any of his films, this is a good place to start. Follow it with The Grand Budapest Hotel or The Darjeeling Limited to get an idea of his style. 

Wristwatch-wise, these are what I wore this week;

The blue-dialed Seiko was worn for handyman duties on Saturday afternoon (more about that below), while the Movember Edition Oris Diver SixtyFive got the most time on my wrist. I briefly wore the Submariner later in the week before switching to the blue/black dial Oris Diver SixtyFive sometime on Thursday. 
On Friday, I brought the Movember Oris and the 1969 Omega Seamaster to work with me. I just couldn't decide which watch to wear. That's never happened to me before. 
I began my workday with the Seamaster on my wrist. It was a busy day and I had a tonne of stuff to get through. I wanted to wear something that was a little more business-like. I was wearing a tie and waistcoat. 'Cos ya gotta look like you mean business. 
So, when I got to work, I switched on the computer, put my game-face on, and got to work. Plowed on through till 1:40pm and then had a quick spot of lunch (toasted ham, cheese, tomato sandwich) and got back to it. Got everything done, plus some other stuff that wasn't on the agenda for the day, and left the office with a clean conscience and a clean slate. 

Saturday, after watching The Life Aquatic, it was time to get a few things done...


















But the table seems to have turned out okay;

Part of me is tempted to remove the little metal studs along the framed edge and replace them with brass screws instead. I'm thinking, though, that this would take away from the mid-Century aesthetic.
Best leave well enough alone. 

Saturday night's Lolly Nite Movie was a French film called L'Odyssey (The Odyssey, Dir: Jerome Salle, 2016), based on the life and exploits of French inventor/explorer/oceanographer Jacques-Yves Cousteau. I was almost going to say no to this film, having just watched the Wes Anderson film earlier in the day, but what the hell. 
It was a nice movie, with gorgeous cinematography as it traces the life of Cousteau from 1949, shortly after he has invented the aqualung, right through the subsequent expeditions and documentaries that he made aboard his research vessel, The Calypso. Of course, this kind of storyline, while okay, is not enough to sustain the drama that is required in a movie, so we get the underlying sub-plot of Cousteau's relationship with his younger son, Philippe, who doesn't seem to share the world's fascination with his father. 
Lambert Wilson gives us a great performance as Cousteau. I haven't seen him in much, although I do recall him as the Merovingian in The Matrix Reloaded (Dirs: The Wachowski Brothers, 2003). The wonderful Audrey Tatou stars as his wife Simone, who shares his passion and vision, but endures his many infidelities throughout their marriage.

I did laugh a few times as I saw parallels between this film and The Life Aquatic

Our younger cat Bowie managed to lose his collar and council registration tag a few weeks ago. I called the council to organise a replacement tag. It arrived a few days ago. I grabbed a small screwdriver and etched his name onto it before fitting it to his new collar.
Let's see how long it takes for him to lose this one. 



Like he cares.








Okay, all, that's about it for another week. I've switched over to the WatchCo build Omega Seamaster 300. This watch appeared on the wrists of Cousteau's crew in the movie last night. The film-makers did their homework, for it appears that Cousteau and his crew did in fact wear Seamaster 300s throughout the late 1960s. 
Cool. 

Okay, this finger of mine needs a new bandage. That disinfectant swab is gonna smart.


Yep. Sure did.

Thanks for reading, and have a good week ahead, folks!

Saturday, 24 February 2018

Sunday 25th February, 2018 - Will They Ever Be Love Cats?, Straight Down The Line, Walter & This Week's Wristwatches






































Well, it's now a week later and I never quite got around to cleaning that camera lens this morning. Got a few other things done, though. 


Our younger cat Bowie managed to scratch himself across his right whisker earlier this week. We thought that perhaps he'd gotten too close (again) to our older cat Dussy and she'd given him what for.
(It turns out that he probably scratched himself by getting too close to some wire mesh that we had draped over the top of a fish pond that we recently set up. Some ends of the mesh are roughly cut. I'll need to attend to that soon. He's been showing a lot of interest in those two goldfish, if you know what I mean.)
My wife took him to the vet. Looking at the placement of the scratch, the vet didn't think it was done by our other cat. While there, my wife spoke to the vet about the tension between the two cats. The vet gave her some options regarding possible outcomes over the long term. 
Best-case scenario, the older cat learns to tolerate the younger one. Worst-case scenario, the younger cat would need to be re-homed somewhere else. 
As the vet put it, neither cat is truly happy at the moment. And that just isn't fair to either one of them.
Needless to say, we were all a little down by the time they got back from the vet and my wife outlined all of this for us. 

So, we'll be implementing a strategy whereby the older one will get a course of sedatives for a few months, in an effort to get her feeling a little calmer in the house. Meanwhile, we'll set up a couple of Feliway diffusers which emit cat pheromones. This is designed to help the both of them calm down. Then, the older cat is slowly weaned off the sedatives as she (hopefully) calms down to the point where she will tolerate (hated word) the younger cat. 

When we first got Bowie back in June last year, I think we were all so concerned with settling him into the household that we dropped the ball with regard to Dussy. Sure, she was still getting attention from us all, but I think we probably should have kept a closer eye on her during this period. Being an older cat, she's a lot more independent and she comes and goes as she pleases. What I didn't notice was that she was spending longer hours outdoors than she used to. 

It dawned on me after the vet visit just how similar this situation is to having small children. Spend too much time and attention with one, and the other one gets upset. 
Dussy still snarls and hisses when she walks into some rooms of the house and she then makes a beeline for the front door. We've told the kids that we'll all have to devote a little more time and attention to her for a while and make a little more of a fuss of her. 
This should all take around six to eight months or so. Meanwhile, the house operates a little like a game of Tetris, where we have to make certain that rooms are closed off at various times to ensure that the two cats are a little more separated than they have been up to this point. 

We'll be taking Dussy to the vet soon so that their cat expert can have a look at her. Meanwhile, there's a questionnaire to fill out. 
There's a long road ahead, but I'm hoping it leads to calmer waters where these two felines are concerned.

Okay, enough of that. Onto other matters. My son has been interested in watching a few film noir. 

So far, we had watched Crossfire (Dir: Edward Dmytryk, RKO Pictures, 1947) and This Gun For Hire (Dir: Frank Tuttle, Paramount, 1942). This is one of the best movie posters ever made, by the way, and it was this film that marked Alan Ladd's arrival in the Hollywood big leagues, after a string of B Grade movies and bit parts. He continued making films throughout the '40s and '50s, most notable of which was the classic western, Shane (Dir: George Stevens, Paramount, 1953) before appearing in a string of forgettable films for the remainder of that decade. 
Alcoholism and career lows took their toll on Ladd and he was found dead at the age of 50 in January 1964, from an apparent overdose of alcohol and sedatives. 

So, we had already watched these two classic noir dramas. There's no shortage of noir films out there. Hollywood turned out a bunch of them from around 1941 (The Maltese Falcon, directed by John Huston) until probably 1959 when Orson Welles directed and co-starred in Touch of Evil. There was much to choose from, and I had a healthy stable of DVDs at my disposal for us to work through. 
Then I had an idea.  Seemed like it was time to crank up...


I figured the kid was now ready to tackle the big guns. It was time for him to see that film directed by that little Austrian fella, co-written by that Chandler guy, starring the guy from My Three Sons and that old dame from The Thorn Birds, but when she was a lot younger and a real dish, with Little Caesar co-starring as well, see?

It was time for him to see Double Indemnity. 


Based on the novel by James M. Cain, the story concerns an insurance salesman named Walter Neff (played by Fred MacMurray), who becomes involved with a married woman named Phyllis Dietrichson (Barbara Stanwyck).
The two of them soon hatch a plot to kill her husband and make it look like an accident. That way, she will collect a $100,000 payout on the life insurance policy which has a double indemnity clause, whereby the policy will pay double the normal $50,000 amount if the death is deemed to have occurred by accident.

Edward G. Robinson plays the insurance company's claims adjuster, Barton Keyes, a pug-faced, cigar-chomping fella who doesn't think the accidental nature of the husband's death adds up.
This 1944 film has many tropes of the film noir genre, from the lead character who thinks he's smarter than he really is, to the treacherous woman with her own hidden agenda, to the dogged investigator who's slowly putting the pieces of the story together.

Classic noir cinematography and lighting is made good use of throughout the film (man, I miss having Venetian blinds!);

 (picture taken from telegraph.co.uk | Film Reviews | Double Indemnity

Highballs filled with scotch, plumes of cigarette smoke, flashbacks, and Neff's world-weary voice-over permeate throughout the film. The screenplay was co-written by author Raymond Chandler and director Billy Wilder and the two of them didn't get along throughout the writing process. A shame, because I've sometimes wondered what other movies these two could have written together. Between Chandler's romanticism and Wilder's cynicism, they would have come up with some wonderful scripts, I'm sure. Ahh well...

Wristwatch-wise, I've been wearing something new. Oris had a runaway success with their Diver Sixty-Five model, which was released in 2015. I won't say too much about this range of watches because I'm currently writing a review of my own Diver Sixty-Five and I do enough doubling-up of information on this blog as it is.

Late last year, the brand unveiled their Diver Sixty-Five Movember Edition, in conjunction with the Movember Foundation. 
The Movember Foundation was set up in 2003 by two guys from my home town of Melbourne, in an effort to raise awareness of health issues affecting men.

The Movember Foundation - Australia

Basically, it began as a yearly event (in November) where men were encouraged to simply grow a mustache throughout the month. They would do this and ask for sponsorship or donations from their work colleagues and set up a collection tin for donations for the month, so as to raise funds for men's health issues such as prostate and testicular cancer, as well as suicide prevention among males. 

From these humble beginnings, Movember has become a global cause over the years, with many companies coming on board to sponsor events. Now, it takes me ages to grow anything resembling a mustache, so I actually began to grown one back in the second or third week of October. By the end of November, it didn't look half bad. I toyed with the idea of making it a Clark Gable/Ronald Colman style pencil-thin type, but that would have involved a steady hand and more time than I was willing to devote to it. Maybe next time. Besides, I wasn't being sponsored by my workplace or anything. I just thought I'd try growing a mo'.

Anyway, Oris produced a limited production model of the Diver Sixty-Five and it sold out in no time. When I first saw pictures of it, I thought it a very slick wristwatch, but demand was very high for this one, so I missed out on one.

I got lucky a few months later when I saw one available. I didn't waste any time. I snapped it up and then began putting stuff on eBay to pay off my credit card. 

This watch bears the same crown, bezel insert and 40mm case size as my blue/black Diver Sixty-Five, but that's pretty much where the similarities end. 
Whereas the bezel ring of my other watch is coated in black PVD, the Movember model has been left in steel. The dial markers and hands are rose gold plated and the luminova compound is white, as opposed to the cream coloured lume of my other D-65. 
This Movember edition is on a thick brown leather strap, with the Movember logo branded on each end where the strap joins the case lugs, and it also comes with a striped NATO strap as an optional extra, along with a tool for removing the straps. 

I have worn it solid for the last two weeks;

I've always liked the mix of rose gold and black on a watch dial. Not many brands use this colour combination, but the contrast is always appealing in my eyes;


I'm out of these little bottles of San Pellegrino SanBitter. Basically, it's a soft drink, designed to be had with ice and a slice of lemon or lime. At 100ml per bottle, you really only get a couple of mouthfuls, but they do quench a thirst.
Looks like a trip to the local market is due.

Okay, it's somehow gotten to 3:15 pm Sunday afternoon and I haven't had lunch yet.
I hate it when the day slips through my fingers.


So, I'll bid you farewell for another week (or two or three).

Thanks for reading and have a great week ahead, all!

And wish us luck with the cats!