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  • Prinssi Rohkea

    Posted by jukkahoo

    Prince_valiant_1Do you remember Prince Valiant?

    The heroic prince of Thule, who used to grace the pages of [insert your variant] Uusi Suomi Sunday pages? Hal Foster‘s quaint olden days hero comic strip, the one without the word balloons. Prince Valiant
    of the Round Table, husband to fair Aleta and father of brave Arn?

    It had a hint of fantasy, with historical accuracy in the portrayal of life in the days of King Arthur that looked unlike anything else. Could’ve been the balloon-lessness of it all, but I tended to clip out a number of those Sunday strips (only to loose them at some point in time, as is often the case with those wonderful little trinkets and baubles one amasses at an early age, just to lose them at some stupid [STUPID!] sudden burst of "culling-the-excess" frenzy most of us suffer from time to time) from my grandmother’s paper. At that time the artist had already changed from the originator Foster (who also did Tarzan at some point) to the "fairly-OK’is-if-not-nothing-fancy" –John Cullen Murphy, the original series having started way back in 1937.

    There were few albums published in Finnish (five-six?) and a lot more in original English, not to mention Swedish ones, that I remember at some point "reading" in a library. Hiltunen has these Swedish ones, but then again, what doesn’t he have?

    Now Prince Valiant is back! And it sure looks great. One could almost believe that Foster has risen from the grave, so eerily alike the new Valiant looks. And no wonder it looks great, for it is drawn by Gary Gianni (of the Wandering Star – Robert E. Howard -fame) with story by Mark Schultz (also from the Wandering Star – Robert E. Howard -fame). Gianni may not be the most adept comic illustrator working nowadays, but to this kind of stylised/homage work his eloquent pencil-work fits like a glove. One can only hope these will transform into whole albums in the near future.

    A glimpse of the youth I had almost forgotten -ah!

  • What the…!#%@!

    Posted by a rather depressed fan of a certain ice-hockey team

    What in the WORLD happened?

    No, shit happened fercryingoutloud!!!
    Where was the passion?
    I’ll bet the guys were already thinking about the finals and forgot that you have play a few games b4 that!

    Where was the heart?

    Where indeed?
    Where were the goal scorers?
    Reading the next years contract-offer from the big-ass Swiss/Swedish/Russian teams.

    What?
    Who cares!

    Why?
    Because we lost!

    How?
    Don’t rub it in!!!

    [*sigh*]
    Voijumalautaperkele!

    Go Lukko.
    Eihelvetinkuustoistajavielävaikkaseitsemäntoistapäälle!

    [*sigh*]
    Kenkääkokoporukalle!

    Right.
    Playoffsviiksetmyass!

    [*sigh*]
    Penahoitaahommankotiin…

    [*four letter word*]
    Meollaanoikeastihävittytääkausi…

    Anyone read any good books lately?

  • Mitä hovimestari näki?

    Posted by jukkahoo    

    Pardon my french, but I’m too tired to write this in Finglish, so: kolmannella kotimaisella tällä kertaa.

    Palasin juuri kaukaa Turkusesta kokemasta varsinaista kulttuurinautintoa: Teatteri Tarmon esitys Joe Ortonin näytelmästä Hullun kirjoissa ja vähän Eevankin (What the Butler Saw). Seuraa erittäin epämääräinen kertomus teatteria ymmärtämättömän henkilön koettelemuksista.

    Merkittävin syy tähän kultturilliseen kokemukseen oli tietenkin veriveljeni Hannu Pajusen esiintyminen kyseisen puskafarssin pääosassa, niljakkaana naistenmiehenä (luonnerooli siis) tohtori Prenticenä. Koska ajatus Hannusta teatterin lavalla oli minusta liki täydellistä miehen kykyjen ja taitojen mieluisalta vaikuttavaa hyväksikäyttöä, en voinut muutakaan kuin matkata Lännen ääreen ja tivata niin makuualustaa yötä myöten että ilmaista lippua itse näytökseen. Yllätyksekseni molemmat toiveet toteutuivat.

    Eikä sovi unhoittaa edellisen illan/yön "syntymäpäiviä", joka lisäsi yhtälöön myös niin nakkeja kuin  perunasalaattia että myös useamman pullollisen keskiolutta. Koska lauantai-iltaa oli viettämässä niin sunnuntain performanssia seuraamaan tulevia kuin tulemattomiakin henkilöitä, olin tuonut Hannulle lupaamani syntymäpäivälahjana: Limited Edition -kappaleen Saturnuksen Sotavaltias -elokuvaa.

    Kuten tavallista, turkulaiset katsojat eivät piitanneet kyseisestä elokuvasta. Vieraskoreina paikalla olleet åboriginaalit sentään pidättäytyivät arvostelemasta elokuvallista kärsimysnäytelmäänsä liian kovin sanoin, tyytyen kuvaamaan teosta lähinnä säälittävän paskaksi ja hirvittävän huonoksi. Onneksi kaikesta ei sentään saa tehdä pilaa.

    Hannu tosin näki paremmaksi siirtää "elokuvanautintonsa" tuonnemmaksi ja otti pienet torkut. Herättyään isäntä oli ilmeisestikin vakaasti sitä mieltä, että vieraat olivat jo ohittaneet Parasta Ennen -päivämääränsä ja otti järeät aseet esiin, näyttäen ensiksi meille sekä vuoden 1999 että vuoden 2001 Finnconin "Avajaiset". Yleisö ei kuitenkaan tajunnut vihjettä (ilmeisesti aivan liian suuresta alkomahoolin nauttimisesta johtuen), joten Hannu oli pakotettu kaivamaan arsenaalistaan esiin korkeamman kaliberin ulostajan. Zoolanderin alkutekstit saivat ylimääräiset henkilöt pian hakemaan käsipuhelimistaan paikallisen taksin numeroa.

    But, I digress, sillä näytelmästähän minun piti puhua.

    Kyseessä oli itseasiassa XYn kokoontumisajot, jossa minulla oli ilo istua Itse Mike Pohjolan syl… vieressä. Valojen sammuessa tuntui siltä kuin koko yleisö olisi pidätellyt hengitystään – vain aloittaakseen näyttämön valojen jälleen syttyessä yskäkonsertin. Ennen kuin edes oikeastaan ehdin rekisteröidä Hannun esittämän tohtorin ilmaantuvan lavalle, oli ensimmäinen naisnäyttelijä jo riisunut vaatteensa, pikkolo kiristänyt Hannun vaimoa, seuraava näyttelijätär (edellä mainittu vaimo) tarjonnut lisää silmänruokaa, toinen tohtori (jatkossa Erkki) unohtanut ensimmäiset vuorosanansa ja poliisimies pyrkinyt pidättämään sekä sihteerin (myös hulluksi määritetty että myös toisessa kohtauksessa kuolleeksi luultu), pikkolon (pukeissa että liki alasti, mutta myös drag) että Hannun (joka tähän mennessä oli juonut kaksi pullollista viskiä) – ja Mike ja minä olimme lämpiössä juomassa lämpimiä juomia ja syömässä (luvatun Dallaspullan sijaan) kanelipullaa. Ilmeisestikin jossain välissä oli tullut mainoskatko.

    Tauon jälkeen näytelmä jatkui freneettisen nopeana, välillä nokkelana (välillä tylsän ilmeisenä) screwball-komediana, jossa Erkki unohteli kiusallisen paljon vuorosanojaan, neiti Barclay esitteli lisää paljasta pintaa, poliisikonstaapeli strippasi riettaasti hymyillen kelteisilleen (OK, sukat olivat jaloissa – ai niin, ja alushousut), Hannu joi hieman lisää viskiä sekä sotkeutui valheisiinsa pahemmin kuin Jean-Claude Romand konsanaan ja Winston Churchillin peenis (vihdoinkin!) löytyi. Kaksi tuntia miinus kaffe&bulla. Ja eikun Cosmic Comic Cafe‘hen ruotimaan esitystä: "Hannu oli mainio", "Erkki ei niinkään" ja "olisi se voimut olla pornompi ja räävittömämpi".

    Minun, herra En-pidä-teatterista, mielestä kyseessä oli aivan hupaisa pieni komedia, jossa oli kiusallisen typerä (ja mailien päähän näkyvä) lopetus. Hannu oli käsittämättömän oivallinen replikointineen, riettaine eleineen ja jatkuvasti muuntuvine valheineen. Naisnäyttelijättäret olivat myös hyviä, vaikka rouva Hannu satunnaisesti hieman käyttikin ääntään suomalaiselle teatterille niin (ah!) tunnusomaisesti huutaen. Erkki ei aivan vakuuttanut (tosin rehellisyyden nimissä hänellä oli hyvä ääni ja osuessaan repliikeihin, Erkki oli mies paikallaan), kuten ei myöskään pikkolo (joka tosin oli aika onnistunut naisena, eikä se alun pokkurointikaan ollut huono idea, tosin jo siihen saisi lisää ryhtiä ja tarkkuutta, niin rooli olisi paremmin hallussa). Poliisimies oli enimmäkseen varsin oiva, vaikka hän näyttikin nauttivan striptease-numerostaan aivan liian paljon.

    Äänet kuuluivat ainakin kuudennelle penkkiriville, musiikki oli "tanssikohtauksissa" (olen nyt hyvin vapaamielinen sanan tanssi suhteen) sopivalla tasolla, jos kohta Helga-neitejä alkoi tulla jo väliosaan mennessä tarpeeksi ja valaistus oli minimalistisuudessaan onnistunutta. Ymmärtääkseni näytelmän suomennos on herra Juha Siltasen käsialaa. Ilmeisesti työ on tehty melko kiiressä, sillä jokunenkin "hauska" anglismi olisi saattanut enemmän kuin toimia paremmin ihan reilusti suomennettuna. Eikä se KELA-viittaus oikein iskenyt Englantiin sijoittuvassa näytelmässä.

    Myönnän pitäneeni, mutta jos olisin maksanut tästä kovaa rahaa (tyyliin 9 euroa), olisin myös saattanut olla sitä mieltä, että ehkä Erkki olisi saanut harjoitella vuorosanansa ja tuoliin olisi saanut laitattaa pehmusteet. Tai ainakin isommat tuopit.

    Eikun, ihan kiva. Harrastelijateatteri (jota olen itsekin saanut siis erittäin niukasti tavallaan "harrastaa" Flamemountain-tuotannon puitteissa) on mitä ilmeisimminkin TOU-della hauskaa puuhaa ja mikäli se pitää Hannun kaltaiset nuoret poissa kartsalta pärtsäämästä (ja neiti Barclayn sekä rouva Prenticen alusvaatteissaan näyttämöllä), niin enemmän voimaa sille!

    Ensi kesänä siis katsastamaan Hannun fasistinen Monni-tulkinta Ruskon kesäteatterissa ja syssymmällä enigmaattinen herra Kebab-Chick -rooli radikaalikomediassa Kansannitistys.

  • Cointreu

    Posted by jukkahoo

    Nothing to declare here.

    I have been thinking about blogging, once in a while. And occasionally I have thought of some rather funny topics too. Still, I haven’t blogged. Why?

    Because I haven’t had anything really that relevant to say. Or more honestly, I’ve been lazy in that way. Taf.

    I’m off to Turku in few hours time. My bloodbrother Hannu is acting as a lecherous womanizer (or summat) in a play (so, a character role) and I’m going to see the play. Back by Monday.

    And if somebody hasn’t already heard: Jeff VanderMeer is the first confirmed GoH of the Finncon 2006. Website goes up RSN.

    Over and out.

  • Ceramic Anniversary

    Posted by jukkahoo

    We’re off to Stockholm! Its been four years since we got married and we’re celebrating this by taking a ship from the Grey’ish Harbour and head out to the Land in the West.

    We’ll be back, though.

  • Book Sale

    Posted by jukkahoo

    The big book sales begin tomorrow morning. Do they still open at 7AM? I remember (a while back in time) when we used to rush in among the very first ones in order to get all the good books before they were taken by some less deserving ones. Haven’t done that in ages. The biggest reason being the sheer ripping-off of the so called "sale". Sale, my butt!

    In the Olden Days, when everything was good and well, and Uncle-Leonid’s eyebrows were still in charge of the rather large easternly neighbour of ours, the Book Sale was really an occasion. There were less books and you had to look harder for the ones that you wanted, but the price was right and there was a genuine sense of accomplishment after you had find some really obscure or sought-after edition. Nowadays there’s plenty of copies of everything, but really no bargain nor finds. Occasional good buy – yes – but as a Must-be-there-when-the-doors-open-at-7 – no. Unfortunately.

    I may well hop to see if there’s anything decent around tea-time before heading towards St. Urho’s to an evening of SF. See you there?

  • Kansallisaarre

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    Posted by jukkahoo

    I came across this single movie ticket the other day (Saturday). It had to be used RS (as in by yesterday), so I had no room to dilly-dally. Sari was (and is) pretty fluish at the moment and I myself have been feeling rather woozie these past few days, so nothing brainy was on the menu. Sunday would've been great, but I wasn't feeling too good and almost didn't make on Monday, but after a hearthy lunch I decided to brace the elements. And went to see the new Nicholas Cage/Jerry Bruckheimer -vehicle National Treasure.

    Worth every penny. There be spoilers.

    In fact, it wasn't that bad. Sure, it's mindless, crashboombang wall-to-wall-action with plotholes the size of that asteroid in Armageddon – and as plausible as that piece of moviemagic, but it entertained me. Must've been the flu.

    No. I'd give it weak three stars. A star for the entertainment factor, a star for silly-but-fun historical butchering of facts for bit of Hollywood-plotcoupons and a weak star for the surprisingly non-violent and non-destructive ending. Which is silly beyond belief: are we really supposed to believe that Sean Bean aka. The Evil Dude is going to leave those pesky do-gooders all by themselves, after that HUMONGOUS lie Jon Voigt pulls out of thin air?

    Nicholas Cage has done at least two similarish Bruckheimer-blockbusters (Rock and Con Air) and this is simply the most subdued of the lot. It is a Disney-movie, so there is only one major blast and a single fatality on the movie. Lots of chases and odd camera-angled action shots with an incredible Boys Adventure Tale -like plot. It's neither Rock nor Con Air though. Jon Voigt ain't Sean Connery and Declaration of Independence is not a Fairchild C-123K "Provider". Actually, I better take that back as Declaration of Indepence could probably kick C-123's butt any given day.

    But it was the locations that endeared this to me more than anything. After the initial DC-scenes, the action went to Philly, and then to NYC. There's the Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell. Now they're running thru the Market Fair, the City Hall and Nick seems to be heading towards Benjamin Franklins grave (and they don't even mention it in the film!). That's Intrepid! Trinity Church! Boston!

    As expected, Sean Bean is good, but he isn't given that much to work with. It's kiddie-movie, so he can't really kill or mutilate anyone. As it happens, he lets people get away a bit too often: "Let them go, we have it!" [rustle, rustle, rustle] "DAMN! I've been hadde!" Again.

    Pleasant and good-naturedly amusing (I snorted rather forcefully with all the Templar/Masons-mumbojumbo at the beginning, but other that that it's fairly run-of-the-mill humour), National Treasure is an entertaining 134 minutes of your time. It moves at fairly brisk speed, has little or no slow moments and delightfully subdued ending. It's crap, but at least they don't destroy the bloody treasure (nor the surroundings) in the end, since apparently the 9/11 didn't do too much damage either (Trinity Church is just around the corner from WTC). At least it looks like a sequel would be more or less out of the Q. Hey, isn't that something that Bruckheimer-blockbusters are more often than not, sequel-free?

  • Ephraim Kishon

    Posted by jukkahoo

    The skating season is taking a brief break between EuroChamps and Worlds. Thus there is obviously time for something different?

    Unfortunately the latest isn’t too jolly. Ephraim Kishon has died at the age of 80.

    The author of Paratiisi vuokrattavana, Merisairas valas and Hullu perhe, or as I liked to all him The Funniest Man Ever. Born Hungarian, he moved to Israel in 1949 having survived Holocaust (he escaped from a train to Sobibor death camp) and became soon Israel’s leading humorist. He wrote thousands of satirical columns that portrayed the everyday life of the new state, constantly on the verge of war, or warring. He was hugely popular in Germany. His son Rafi (who is a doctor! Little Rafi!) told, that his father viewed his success in Germany as "a great feeling, that the children of my hangmen are my admirers." I’ll say.

    I first read his book (must’ve been the Hullu perhe ie. My Family Right or Wrong) in late 70’s. It came out in Finnish in 1978 and I pretty much grabbed as-good-as-new copy from the library some time later. It wasn’t particularily tempting cover-wise, nor was a name like Ephraim Kishon a sign of must-have-entertainment, but probably the words "The most famous humorist in the world" that begin the backpage blurb were sufficiently alluring enough.

    It all starts with the birth of Little Rafi. It’s madcap mayhem from the word go (or "Sinä" meaning "that" in this instance). It’s funny, it’s delirious, it’s almost stream of consciousness. And I loved it. The whole book is more or less brilliant, a collection of various unbelievable (yet believable enough, that you can see the possibly Real event behind all this screwball comedy of errors) family-related happenings. It has that Forsythe-story and the Babysitter-story and the Bar Mitzvah -story etc.

    Shalom!

  • Men’s Short Programme

    Here we go: Experimentation in pseudo-live blogging. Polvinen sisters are sitting in Mekku’s living room with a broad-band connection and watching men’s short programme.

    Warm-up group 3:
    Welcome to Studio 54.. (or some such..) Gheorge boogies to 70’s cool. Nice development with step sequences and spins, but mistakes on jumps.
    Urbas seemed like a 70’s throwback skating to 80’s music (Phantom) – what is this retro-virus going around? Again, problems with jumps but spins better than before, steps not so much so.
    Lukas Rakowski: Again, excellent spins and clean jumps this time, but boy does the boy need more presence. But I doubt his performance score will be much lower than his technical as the judges still won’t differentiate properly between the points they give for skating skill and artistic expression. (Hah! Interpretation was his highest mark…)
    Danilchenko: what we noticed most was dear old Zagorodniuk in a Zorro-beard… Ahem. Too much content packed in the beginning of the programme, and the problem with Zorbas as a music to skate to is that you are very likely to look slow, as the music is SO fast. As did Vitaly.

    Warm-up group 4:

    Young italian guy, Paolo Bacchini, skating to Pink Floyd: waxel,  OMG He did a Midori! And he is all bloody, hurt his hand the poor thing. Props for guts though. I think he has good basic jumping technique, his spins are centered but a bit slow…
    Viktor Pfiefer from austria in gold-net shirt skating to Cirque du Soleil very clean jumps, nice triple toe to lutz, high and clean. Speed dies a bit towards the end. And that shirt, Carson would think that is too gay…
    Trifun Zivanovic! Good old Trifun, Yank turned Serbian. And Carmen. I was waiting for Carmen. Ther must always be Carmen. It is a rule. And saved the axel after botching the combo. Lutz was from steps…
    They must have hired the same Luigi guy who made such a mess of Ice Hockey in Lugano in 1994. Show us feet or show us the whole body but why show us empty ice with an occasional elbow…
    And we continue with a rent-a-russian, Roman Serov of Israel. Some romantic music with beat in the backround. That must explain the puffy sleaves with glowy stripes. Nice entry to the combospin in the end…
    Little Stephane the spinmaister: a waxel! awwww. Yes, the first quad of the evening and in combo too. And this is defenitely in a different class from everybody we have seen so far. Gorgeus spins! And the change of foot in that spin! How does he do it? I am going to forget the waxel and just drool over the rest of the program…
    Next up, the little hobbit, Lindemann of Germany. Last year’s program. He even looks a bit like Dom with those sideburns. Fell out of quad, otherwise clean but not that special. We think his transitions should be much lower than Stephane’s.

    Warm-up 5:
    Kristoffer – boy-next-door: Fought for a triple axel, well-done, but double-footed his lutz. Again hung on like grim death on his flip. Nice entry into sit spin, but otherwise unremarkable coreography.
    Plushy.. Plushy! Turn in the combo but otherwise clean – a bit of a battle with the landing of the axel as well. No bielman but spins quicker than before – plus the haircut: a definite improvement! And Mishin almost smiled…
    Dobrokhodov. Get a new tailor. Oh dear. Nyah is a bit of a corageous choice for music after Kurt and Plushy – and by God he does a Bielmann too!  So a Plushy-wannabe, down to the costume. OK he is very tall, so jumps are particularly tricky. Fell on lutz and had a rather embarrasingly bum-up sit spin.
    Juan from Spain: fell on all the jumps and speed dies totally towards the end. Hm. Zzzzzzz. Only seventeen, though.
    Babu is the devil, we think. Dresses like one, at least. Only a double tl in combo. OK axel and great flip but still has to work on spins and linking steps, and still has trouble developing speed in steps without running on toes. Straight-line finished with good one-foot turns and the final combo spin begun neatly backwards. Leads, but shouldn’t.
    John Hamer: nice jump technique and Michael Weiss blades on his skates. Combo double lutz triple toe. Does the heel-spread-eagle during the step sequence and comes down nice and low in the sit spin but camels are shapeless.

    Warm-up group 6:

    Kevin VDP scates techno.  Stadion techno. He has exit in his back. Don’ ask me why. Not enough energy for the music but cleaner than usual. Apparently he hurt his back in rehearsal and skates with painkillers…
    Sergei Davidov scates to Bolero, oh no. Isn’t it enough that the Kween skates to it. At least this is fun-ky version it has “you really got me” mixed in it.  Weird, very weird. So weird that I did not much concentrate on skating…
    EEEE! Murvy! And Is Zhulin his coregrapher or coach, even? He is very bluesy, Murvy, not Sasha. Great axel from almost standstill. Salchow combo, I wonder if he has been rehearsing quad? Because his solo was supposed to be Lutz not quad-toe he has been doing (or trying). Dang, he is nice towatch but his jumps let him down again.
    Maciej Kus from Poland skating to Cirque du Soleil. He is all snakey and oriental. Actually pretty good music choice for him, very juniorish but not bad, maybe next year.
    AP goes Tango. problems with the toe after lutz, fought for the flip, nice tangoey steps, slow spins, and did he jump axel somewhere? Yay, he got into the long program, well done.
    And the show closes with ponytail-wearing turkish skater! He is my new favourite, does not matter how he skates – go him and Tugba! Okay, he is not that great. But come on, a skater from Turkey, with a pony-tail. He should get points for just that. But he is last, poor Alper.

    Well, that is it. Not very high quality, no clean skates at the top. And Gwendal is being really Bitchy in the interview.

  • GAWD!

    Tennis. How much do I hate tennis at the moment. Loose it already Hewitt!