Showing posts with label Chris Farley. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 27, 2023

Welcome to Chippendales

I don't know if people today realize how ubiquitous Chippendales was. Most people are probably more familiar with the SNL sketch with Patrick Swayze and Chris Farley that to this day I have issues with because of it's lack of body positivity and it's blanket statement that overweight people are there to be laughed at not applauded for. Or as Bob Odenkirk succinctly said "fuck that sketch." People who went to Chippendales would flash there keychains to everyone as a mark of pride. It was wholesome naughtiness that was coming to your town with a bus and billboards to match. Because Chippendales was such a big part of the eighties and in turn my growing up there's a nostalgia factor that this series plays into. This is about the excess and the success of the eighties, where a man could go from no one to someone based on a clever idea only to destroy it all because of his own insecurities. Welcome to Chippendales was near perfection with music, murder, true crime, and nostalgia all packed into a rather SWOL Kumail Nanjiani. All of this is captured perfectly at the very end of the opening credits when the music fades out and the video of the dancers is slowed down to a menacing level like they are hunting their prey. It shows how that which is fun can turn dangerous at any second, and that is a lesson that should have been heeded by many of the people involved in this real life story. But to be fair, you are tipped off to the train wreck that is to come when Dan Stevens, yes, Downton Abbey Dead Dan, is involved in a murder suicide at the end of the first episode. It's almost like this show knew what comforts me, and it's not a nice cup of hot cocoa and a fire, it's solving a good murder mystery while simultaneously being nostalgically drawn into my past. I'd get deaths and a slamming dance routine guaranteed! And let's not beat around the bush, Murray Bartlett is having a moment, between The White Lotus, Welcome to Chippendales, and The Last of Us, anything he touches is gold. His performance as Nick De Noia, the choreographer, partner and antagonist to Kumail's Steve Banerjee, the founder of Chippendales, was wonderful. The two of them are like lightning in a bottle, you can see how they each make the other better, not just as actors, but as their characters. They see a vision and they accomplish it and if Banerjee and been a little more humble or if Nick hadn't stolen the spotlight time and time again, who knows how this story could have gone? As it is it ends in murder. And here's the thing that amazes me, what magical and wonderful people did Chippendales have working for them that I had heard nothing about this growing up. There wasn't even a blip on my radar and yet there was so much going on. One could probably argue that in the eighties with the sex, drugs, and dancing, and the occasional arson, anything was possible, and for Steve Banerjee it was. Until it all came crashing down. The music faded out and the dancing stopped for him and Nick. But you can't deny that it's fabulous viewing. Turn the music up and let's dance!

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Half Price Books East

Bookstore: Half Price Books East

Location: East Side of Madison, Wisconsin

Why I Love Them: The Half Price Books on the East side of Madison has an entirely different vibe from the West side location. Yes, it has the same brown shelving and the plethora of odd British editions that occasionally filter into these stores, but it has something that the West location doesn't have, proximity to Maple Bluff. If you're a local you are probably nodding your head sagely and realizing that I speak the truth, but if you aren't you're asking yourself what is Maple Bluff and why would that impact a bookstore? Maple Bluff is a tiny little village on the shores of Lake Mendota that is a suburb of Madison. But it is a tony suburb. All the houses on the lakefront are millions of dollars. It's where the Govenor's mansion is, where Chris Farley grew up, and the chichi country club is located. In other words, it's the place where when you're little your parents drive you around to show you the really big houses you will probably never set foot in. These houses are peopled with individuals who subscribe to Easton Press and The Folio Society, and then, when they don't need or want these beautiful editions, they sell them, to the nearest Half Price Books. Oh, the limited editions you can find there. The times I've drooled over books so special they are behind glass. In fact most books that would be behind glass at other stores are just out in the open here, because that's the inventory they stock. Writing this is making me realize I haven't been there since January and who knows what might have come in! In fact, I think I might go there today!

Best Buy: But there will always be one day I will forever hold in my memory as magical. A day on which I had thankfully just been paid because I literally spent my entire paycheck. I was on the east side with my friend Matt. We'd often hit the restaurants on that side of town for dinner because the franchises are different than on the west side due to interstate traffic. It was an unwritten rule that no matter where we ate we ALWAYS went to the bookstore afterward. A few years earlier The New York Public Library had issued these beautiful hardcover collector's editions that I coveted. I remember seeing them at Borders and being jealous when my friend Huyen bought their copy of Mansfield Park. Eventually I noticed that you didn't see them anywhere anymore and I worried that I had missed my chance. But that only meant my hunt moved onto used bookstores. I remember the thrill as I spotted Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre that evening after dinner. My eyes quickly scanned to the left and there was Mansfield Park! I couldn't believe my luck. But then my mind started reeling... if they had two might they have more? By this point I had memorized all the books in the set and I scrambled through the fiction section. They had Alcott, Cather, Chekhov, Conrad, Dickens, Dickinson, Drieser, Hardy, de Laclos, Lawrence, and Wharton! As I jumped from C to D to H, all within sight of each other my arms became more and more burdened. But it was a burden of joy. Matt came over and saw me and rolled his eyes. He knew me too well to try to interrupt such a book buying experience. The ONLY downside is that they didn't have Frankenstein... but I still look and one day I WILL find. 

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