1998. USA. Dir: Barry Cook, Tony Bancroft. With Ming-Na Wen, Eddie Murphy. Animated. 87 min. 35mm print.
Coming at you swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon, this Disney adventure flick tells the legend of the female warrior who disguises herself as a man and joins the Chinese army. With flowing animation, memorable musical numbers, and Murphy’s dragon antics, it’s a film worth fighting for.
An exciting invitation to an upcoming performance:
“Touch Tones, TV’s, and Time: An Elegy for Debased Media” is an evening length work by University Professor of Music Ronald Kuivila for singing and speaking voices, live electronics, and various media past their prime. Enumeration and iteration abound in an exploration of the extent to which a listener (human or otherwise) can be trained to be entranced by the entrance of entrainment. The heterophonic kabelsalat that results includes the ring tones, dial tones, and busy signals of the world’s land lines, the Wesleyan carillon in effigy, an electro-ideological party line and an ever-present chorus lurking in a state of auditory denial.
Date: Tuesday, February 25th – tomorrow! Time: 8:00 PM Place: Beckham Hall Cost: FREE!
From Romance Languages and Literatures Department:
Nostalgia could be said to be the insuppressible desire to stay in contact with one’s homeland: the need to maintain one’s identity and memories, while avoiding the transformation that every journey inevitably presents. In this sense, music can represent a very important link to the past. The concert will explore the emotive side of the emigration experience through the performance of pieces associated with immigration to the Americas, and through the narration of texts by the great, 20th-century Italian author Cesare Pavese among others.
Flute: Sara Bondi
Piano: David Revuelta
Music by Martín y Soler, Lovreglio, De Lorenzo, Casella, Rota and Piazzolla
Date: Today, Thursday, February 20 Time: 8 P.M. Place: Memorial Chapel Cost: Free
If you’re still on campus during this end-of-semester winter wonderland, at the home stretch of finals or packing or having spent a long day sledding on Foss or whatever, you might be feeling kind of like a lost pug at sea, riding a giant turtle on a quest for your elusive kitty best friend while Sigur Rós emote.
Here we are, it’s the end of the semester and the beginning of Wesleying’s MOCON RETROSPECTIVE!! Everybody say “YEAH” then wave your arms in the air like you just don’t care!!
I’ve been chatting it up with friends, reading your comments on the original post, and the stuff people sent in to us and it’s been a good time. Everybody has a story, even those in the senior class, which only got the legendary MoCon experience for one year. The good and the very bad (I’ll get to this in the next post on Food) were all part of MoCon’s irreplaceable charm. For those of you who never partook in the fine dining experience that was MoCon, I’ll do my best to recreate some of the atmosphere while you read. You should read these posts with lots of friends, some strangers, and one or two dining workers yelling in the background. Put some spices on the stove and let the aroma infuse your breaths with excitement and some apprehension. Find yourself a room that is mostly windows and watch the sun set behind the trees in a totally unromantic way. Pick up a cup and prepare to drop it if you don’t like what I write. And clear some space on your desk for a drumroll.
For those of us who were there for MoCon’s glory, even if at the tail-end of it, I hope you’re already taking your first steps down memory lane. Writing this is even giving me fuzzy feelings and I’m not even high.
Lay back, light up, and let nostalgia do its thing.
Sam Silver ’11 sends in a tip that Mondo Kim’s Video in New York is going out of the rental business – and looking for a place to house its gigantic collection of indie videos. Wesleyan is apparently on the short list to take the collection. New York Magazine reports:
When Korean émigré Yongman Kim opened Mondo Kim’s on St. Marks Place a decade ago, it was a scruffy indie shrine. But now the movie-rental business is in decline, and Kim is trying to give away his archive of 55,000 movies—many of which are next to impossible to find elsewhere. It’s the end of an institution: Harmony Korine and Spike Lee were customers; Quentin Tarantino, a regular when he was in town, thanked Kim’s at the end of Kill Bill Vol. 1. “We were the first to carry Krzysztof Kieslowski,” says Frank Tarzi, a former Kim’s film buyer. “We had Alejandro Jodorowsky and Jean-Pierre Melville before everyone rediscovered them. We carried Hong Kong cinema way before it became mainstream. Our collection of Godard was unmatched.” And the clerks were entitled to be snotty. “Where else are you going to find people who have an encyclopedic knowledge of the pornography of a particular country?” says Matt Singer, the host of IFC News and a Kim’s alum. “There was some attitude, but a lot of it just came from passion.” Another former Kim’s clerk, film critic Steve Erickson, remembers a co-worker who only recommended Michelangelo Antonioni: “A customer would ask for a comedy, and he’d recommend Red Desert.” Kim wants the collection to stay intact—“NYU wanted just 8,000 titles,” he says glumly—and available to the public, which complicates the hunt for a new home. More difficult, the deep selection sometimes came from sources that, as Tarzi says, “probably weren’t 100 percent legal.” Kim is talking to Yeshiva University, Film Forum, Wesleyan, and the New School.
Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York blog has some more info that is mostly incredibly depressing and will make you feel wildly nostalgic for times past. Still, it’s an interesting read.