Gwyllyn Samuel Newton Ford May 1, 1916 - August 30, 2006

“When I’m on camera, I have to do things pretty much the way I do things in everyday life. It gives the audience someone real to identify with.”

It’s a gorgeous name, isn’t it? Beginning with a touch of the nebulous, but nonetheless strong, trustworthy and clear.

My earliest memories of Glenn Ford probably originate from a movie that came out the year I was born, Richard Donner’s Superman. As is so often the case with many of my favorite things, I come in late and grew up watching Glenn Ford’s career backwards. Some time in my childhood, probably 6 or so years after it’s release in theaters I get to watch Superman. Too young for much more of the Superman mythos than Superfriends it’s probably a revelation to me that Superman is an alien, was young or even had parents and this is where I meet Glenn Ford for the first time, with his turn as Jonathan Kent. He’s gentle and smiling and reminds me of my Grandad who is my most favorite person in my small little world. But what does it, is the moment little Kal-El lifts the old pickup truck, (which also reminds me of my Grandad’s) as Kent is trying to change the tire, the amazement that falls across his face, and in that moment we share wonder and awe and I became instantly pals with Glenn Ford.

A few years later I catch Midway at my grandaparent’s house on a Sunday afternoon. Sunday is always for spending at the grandparents after church. Sometimes I just ride home with them and my Mom follows along with the little brothers. Grandma usually gives me a butterscotch in the car. When I get out of the church clothes and shoes Grandaddy and I watch Little Rascals, Tarzan, the Lone Ranger and Martin and Lewis movies while Grandma and Mommy makes lunch. After lunch the matinee movies, Westerns and WWII spetacles, come on and my aunt Linda, Grandaddy and I play board games- Monopoly, Mousetrap, Connect Four and Yahtzee. All sorts of games. As I get older I get into the cartoons and play the board games with my brothers, or play outside. And even older still I go back to watching the afternoon movies with my Grandad. Midway always stands out as the moment I realize they are using actual combat footage. The dogfights are real. History becomes a little more open to me and I start to see exactly how huge this event called World War II was. Rear Admiral Glenn Ford is there, Superman’s dad, wow. (So is Mister Miaygi, but I don’t make this connection until many years later)

Then I see a lot of movies. I watch movies all over the place trying to make up for lost time. Still playing catch up, you see. I get a job at a movie theater and use the money from my paycheck to see more movies, to buy movies. I go to New York at some point and geek out over the Lions at the NY Public Library, because it’s like a sign that says ‘Ray, Peter, and Egon were here!’ My friends think I’m crazy. They’re probably right. I am one of the scary ones that decides cinema is a life supplement the way ECT is mental health supplement.

So I go to college where I can watch even more movies by taking classes about them. Which leads me back to my old friend Glenn Ford again because I take particular interest in film noir, of which Gilda is well known for being. And this is Glenn unlike I’d ever seen him, he’s intense and vile, possessed with hatred and passion for Rita Hayworth. This is Eddie’s Father! The teach who faced off with vic Morrow. It’s hard to reconcile him with Jonathan Kent now. Gilda has so much going on in it, racy and dark, but always, always I see Glenn Ford’s eyes watching and speaking. And it never fails to put me in awe.

An amazing talent, and prolific man of the times, I wanted people to realize that when we lose these folks it should be something you stop and take note of. The world is so obsenely large now and full of conflict and greed and anonymity that losing an icon like Glenn Ford is more than sad, it hurts. Did not know him, but all the same. It is a condition that these people you have relationships with in dark theaters and on television screen become part of your life, prompting emotion and thought through their performances and the gold ones, the treasures, like Glenn Ford- even though you don’t know them- you know them, they are a world, a history, memories. Surprising and enchanting. So observe tribute.

bird is the word

Today is Charlie Parker’s birthday. In honor of such, you should treat yourself to his genius. ‘Live at Town Hall with Dizzy’ just became available last year from Uptown Records and captures the upswing of his career admirably.

Hello, this is Jim Rockford.

This is downright teh awesome - transcripts of all the opening messages on Jim Rockford’s answering machine. I got into Rockford from my Mom, (who is responsible for much of my pop cultureyness I suspect, although she’ll probably claim different) who watched all the reruns of Rockford.

In point of fact, my mom is probably responsible for me having watched a lot of shows like Rockford and The Fugitive when they were in syndication while I was growing up. Mom is crazy about the mystery stuff. Banacek, Quincy, Magnum PI, and yes Matlock and Murder She Wrote. She’s crazy with the stuff and she is probably directly responsible for my insane love of Nero Wolfe stories. Which is kinda cool, because I wouldn’t have chosen to watch them myself and I ended up with a good appreciation for them.

Although when I say ‘good appreciation’, some friends might translate that into ‘obsessive weirdness’ - such as putting the Rockford Files intro, in full on my College voice mail system. Even though I’m pretty sure no one I knew in college had any idea who Jim Rockford was. Also the whole Perry Mason theme. That one was the best because you had to listen to it for like 2 minutes if you felt like leaving me a message. People got so pissed about that they would just leave cursing. It was pretty awesome. So I left it on there for semester. Good times.

what is wrong with people?

I was reading the backstory of the Sen. Allen debacle over at the Washington Post and I can’t even begin to fathom a Senator calling someone ‘macaca’. I’d never even heard the word used as a slur, although true, I generally don’t make a point of knowing all the happening racial slurs. The whole situtation is surreal, because why would he do that- as a public official, giving a public speech- which was being taped- TWICE? What planet are you from where it’s copacetic to use racial slurs you total and complete embarassment of a human being? And sure, apologize. Apologize for something that, much like most of the 21st century so far, should not have ever happened.
I dislike the world.

boo, hiss

Snakes on a Plane didn’t do nearly what I was expecting in terms of box office this weekend - finishing second with $13,850,000 under Talledega Nights. I saw it Saturday and was thoroughly entertained, having no expectations whatsoever. Given all the hype surrounding the movie, I guess a lot of it was up in the air- it could have done phenominal in what’s been a pretty lackluster summer, or it could do just about what it’s done. At a $33M budget it’s still going to have to work to break even and I don’t think the campy PR reach is going to reach very far overseas, so I expect a lot is riding on how it shows next weekend. I’d like to see it just over even to be honest because SLJ was out pimping hard for the movie and he really seems to enjoy these kinds of roles and that’s why we love him. I’m all for keeping his stock high because the dude is a patron saint of cool.

Also saw Little Miss Sunshine which was really earnestly funny and bittersweet and great. Paul Dano and Abigail Breslin (Dwayne and Olive, respectively) were outstanding in league with the rest of the great cast. I love Alan Arkin. And Steve Carell. Some great deadpan 1000-yard stares. Just all around awesomeness. Jeremy mentioned to me that Paul Dano’s been cast as the voice of Alexander in Spike Jonze’s Where the Wild Things Are which I have no thoughts on, because I really can’t begin to fathom how Spike Jonze is planning on making the movie. All you can do in this situation is wait. But I think that Paul Dano kid has something going for him, I’ll hafta keep and eye open for him.

But if I’m recommending one or the other, given that the world might end tomorrow- check out Little Miss Sunshine. It will do your soul more good than seeing snakes bite random chicks boobies. Unless you’re into death by snake-bit boobies.