Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Hot Cheetos

My 13-year-old loves "Hot Cheetos." It's annoying, actually.


Anytime we go into a store, the first words out of his mouth are, "Can I get some Hot Cheetos?" Seriously. Is there nothing else you want to ask about?

A new X-Box. More new games. A bicycle. Gold bars. New underwear.

Nope. Hot Cheetos. With..........out..........fail.

And frankly, if it's not Hot Cheetos, then it is Takis. Nicki dislikes them all because of the smell they leave behind. I just dislike them strongly because it's always on his brain.


This past weekend, we stopped at a Subway on our way to California, to provide sustenance to our children. After "the question," he decided what type of sandwich he wanted.He chose to get a footlong with everything on it. I don't believe that is an exaggeration. Never mind that both Nicki and I tried to convince him he only needed a 6-inch sandwich. #hepersisted

We barely had time to fasten our seat belts before he tore into his Cheetos. I hadn't even started the car, for crying out loud. Nicki removed them from his possession with the promise they would be returned after he finished his sandwich.

He ate half of it and asked if he had to eat the rest. I think you know our answer. He ate half of what was left and insisted that there was simply no way he could possibly eat another bite. We told him to wrap it up and he could finish it later in the drive when he got hungry again.

He proceeded to wrap up his sandwich. As it sounded like he was finishing putting it away, I said to Nicki, "Wait for iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit....."

"Can I have my Hot Cheetos?"

Nicki and I laughed and laughed and laughed. Oh...it was a good laugh. For several minutes. I didn't get to laugh like that for another several hours...but that's another story.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

That One Night in NYC

A long, long time ago, (before "really" smart phones with GPS and maps, before Uber, Lyft, and AirBnb) at an airport in a city far, far away, (from Las Vegas) a young couple hailed a cab to the rental their friends had procured for three couples to share while they supported the galaxy's greatest collegiate a capella group, Vocal Point.

This couple was to arrive after the other two, so a key was left at the front desk of the apartment building (where the friends rented a 3-bedroom at a smoking deal) for them, so they could quietly enter once they arrived. Certainly a taxi was the best option at 1 am in New York City for finding the destination, right? They gave the address to the cabby - 243 W 63rd Street. "It's just near Lincoln Center," they confidently explained.

In retrospect, the driver didn't seem all that excited about his destination, but he drove the couple to Amsterdam and 63rd - the arrow on the picture below.

He found that he couldn't turn onto 63rd, for it was just a walking thoroughfare. Naively and foolishly, the couple told the driver he could just drop them off there and it would be okay. Oh, would it now?



The taxi sped off.

The couple's view (sans construction...and darkness, except the streetlight):


This was the entrance of the Amsterdam Housing Projects.


Home to Poncherello and Aunt Viv.

Erik Estrada
Daphne Maxwell Reid


Only, they weren't there on this night. They don't live there any more.



Behold the 4 journeys of Matt & Nicki:


First Journey- We were on 63rd, so it surely just had to be straight through here, right? Pulling our suitcases behind us, we started in. We turned around at the view of the playground (and really it was further than we should have gone, probably). This is NOT what the scene looked like to us:


No, no. This wasn't Philadelphia. This was way different. 

It's NYC. I could imagine what might happen. I was well versed in the crime scene of the Big Apple. I had watched NYPD Blues, Law & Order, Law & Order SVU, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, Law & Order: Trial by Jury, CSI: NY, The Equalizer, Cagney & Lacey, Night Court, Seinfeld and Friends.

We were...nervous. A little bit.

Okay, more than a little nervousness coursed through our bones, blood and skin.

The...um...youth on the playground in their hoodies and sagging pants seemed to perk up a little on our entering their neighborhood and were undoubtedly more than slightly curious about us.

Second Journey - Okay, so maybe if we walk toward 62nd, we can find the way there? This just doesn't look right, though. By this time, we both were redialing our friends - constantly. Did I mention it was 1 o'clock in the morning?

Third Journey - Let's just try 63rd again. Okay. Let's not. While Nicki continued to redial, I put 911 into my phone and held it to my ear as though I were talking to someone, with my finger ready to press dial, if needed.

Because, as everyone knows, if you are talking on the phone, then wrong-doers will not attack you. After all, the person on the other end might hear what's happening and call the police. This was a sure-fire defense method I learned in...my head right during that moment. It was the only thing I could think of.

Fourth Journey - We left with heading up to 64th to see if it goes through. Oh look!! It does!! (We might just not get killed.)

"Look straight ahead, not toward the playground on the left in the projects. Straight down 64th street," I keep thinking to myself.

Left on West End. West End is a two-way street. There is no reason the taxi couldn't have taken us down this road. What the crap?

Left on 63rd.

A couple of doors, both locked. No address markings. Ahead of us:



Finally, what looked like a front entrance:


We were buzzed in.

Alive. With all our belongings.

Hearts perhaps racing at 400 beats per minute.

When our friends awoke in the morning to about 6,000 missed calls, concerned, they peeked in the room they had left for us. They decided to let us sleep in, which was very kind of them.

The moral of the story: Don't get out of your cab until you are actually right in front of your destination.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Beauty and the Autotune

When the announcement was first made that Disney would be releasing a live-action version of Beauty and the Beast, my reaction was: "No. Please don't mess it up. I really hope it doesn't suck."

As they announced individuals who would be in it, well, my opinion didn't change drastically. Even (or especially) when Emma Watson was announced as Belle. "Can she even sing?", I wondered. I mean, Hermione Granger never had any musical moments that I can recall. And there were about 20 of those films.

Although I really am fond of Emma as a person (she and I are tight, as you are no doubt aware), BATB is a musical. The music is so much of what made that movie awesome. When I first saw the movie, I could easily picture it on the stage...and lo and behold it became a stage production. It was a great musical in its own right.

Ms. Watson is not a classically trained vocalist. Or even a trained vocalist, really, at all.

By the way, I love how she largely set aside an acting career, for a time, to pursue and finish a degree in English Literature. How Belle is that?

Well, the Averys went to see the movie this week. Expectations were high - although I, personally, was trying to keep them so low to prevent disappointment.

Then, as the Disney opening animation began, we were treated with a voiced narrative description of what was happening on the screen. It was as though someone was reading the actual script for the movie while the movie played. And it continued as the show began.

"...A CURTAIN OF RED ROSES IS DRAWN ACROSS THE SCREEN. A SINGLE ROSE IS LEANED TOWARD THE AUDIENCE..."

I immediately jumped out of my seat and found the first employee in the lobby and explained what was going on and that it had to stop. Then I went back in.

It continued. Yet, even through the narration, before Belle finished singing the first words, "Little town, it's a quiet village...", it was painfully obvious she had been auto-tuned. I think the rare moments where it was truly her voice were fine - her voice reflected the innocence and such of Belle. And I don't fault her for the sound. It was a horrible choice (in my opinion) of the director and sound people being too afraid of imperfection. Forget that her voice rarely even sounded like a real voice - it was the trademark steps up or down you hear in "Believe" by Cher.

So, now not only did I have the female version of Hot Rod Hundley giving me the play-by-play of a movie over the speakers, I was going to have to listen to THAT the whole movie.

As for the narration, shortly after Gaston arrived in town (and after 6 or 7 others went out to complain, including Nicki), the projector turned off and the lights came up. I clapped. After a few minutes, the lights dimmed and the movie started again at the Disney animation - with the narration AGAIN. They hadn't fixed it.

I am certain it was a simple checkbox on the computer. "Click here for annoying narration." All they would need to do is uncheck that box, right? Nicki exited again and told an employee to give her 3D glasses for our family because she was going to take us all in there where the movie was just about to begin. Then...a click and split-second silence in the middle of "Belle" (Little Town) and...voila...narration gone.

Problem one solved. Now, on to enjoying the movie. (Spoiler alert - the theater gave everyone a voucher for a free movie as we left to make up for the "technical problem.")

And...I did enjoy it. Singing aside, Emma Watson is, in appearance and presence and personality so much Belle. She just oozed the part beautifully.

Dave was great as Crazy Old Maurice.

Bard the Bowman did wonderfully as Gaston.

I hated him. And I loved him - although perhaps not as much as LeFou, who was played perfectly by Josh Gad. So funny. Some really great lines. I also loved how he was spreading around the coinage to keep people engaged during "Gaston."


Oh yeah...so...Lefou. That I even think that I have to mention this is utterly ridiculous, but here goes. The idiot director, Bill Condon, decided to announce that the movie was a triumph to gay people everywhere. And that it was set the new standard for inclusion of LGBT people in mainstream movies.

Or something like that. I love it when directors feel like they have to tell us how we are supposed to interpret their art. Isn't the point of art that everyone reacts to it in a different way?

Then came the uproar.

Watching this movie with that in mind, I kept waiting and waiting for this moment that was to transfigure the world and make me, my wife, and all my children gay.

Another spoiler alert - it didn't happen.

In fact, if nothing had ever been said about it...EVER...in the first place, I would guess that approximately 4 people in the world who might care would have picked up on it. Perhaps fewer. I know I would not have noticed anything that should have offended my senses.

A big bowl of nothing soup.

Don't get me wrong, I am perfectly willing to express moral outrage. There just was nothing here for me to waste my precious allotment of moral outrage energy on. So, settle down, everybody, and enjoy the movie.

Hey! That's right, I was making an attempt at reviewing a movie!

The castle characters included Gandalf, Madame Trelawney, Young Obi Wan and Caesar Flickerman.


There were some script changes and small rewrites. I know there will be purists who can't stand the smallest change. I thought they all worked well. I especially like the rewrite to the scene when Beast shows Belle the library. For me, it worked.

Also, I really liked the way the spell is broken in the movie. (Sorry for yet another spoiler, but the Beast does turn back into a Prince.) Don't get me wrong, I always have loved me some magic rain, but I really liked the rewrite.

There were several humorous asides and wall breaks. The scenery was beautiful and the CG wolves - so good. Beast's CG was also well done, I thought.

It's a great story of acceptance, beauty, love, redemption, forgiveness. My allergies even acted up.

The music? They are all actors first and singers second - with the very obvious exception of one Audra McDonald. Oh! It was so nice to hear her singing "Beauty and the Beast" at the end of the movie. Don't get me wrong, Emma Thompson did okay as Mrs. Potts, but I would have loved to hear more from Audra.

As long as the sound is honest, I can live with (reconcile myself to) the choices of acting over singing. But, the dishonesty of the auto tuning really turned me off. There is a time and a place for it. I think it can be used for good things - but the purist in me says that musicals are not the place. I understand that recordings are done in the studio and dubbed over and there were times that it looked lip-synched. (Frankly, many of the townspeople did not appear to be singing at all - just straight-up unashamedly lip-synching.)

Yes, even the singing voice is not always the same as the acting voice. Honestly, I can get behind that sooner than the auto-tuning.

Ultimately - I enjoyed the movie. I give it 4 thumbs. Or whatever. It was really good. There is no reason to hate this movie to the point of not enjoying it. I promise.

If you do, then you probably hate puppies and baby seals and have problems bigger than this movie.