dangermousie: (B&W Chen Lin by scanky_chops)
1. The 1930s movies had a huge fascination with gangsters. This is lucky for me, as I love 1930s gangster flicks and have tons to choose from.

Gangster "heroes" of these movies ran the gamut, from fascinating clever monsters (such as Cagney in Public Enemy, Edward G. Robinson in Little Caesar, and Paul Muni in Scarface) to flawed and tragic antiheroes forced into this life by the tough dead-end life (the Dead-End kids and Humphrey Bogart in Dead End, Cagney in The Roaring Twenties). Sometimes, the gangster could even come across as nobler than the "just" lawman who pursued him to the end (Manhattan Melodrama, where Clark Gable walked away with the movie as the doomed gangster Blackie who puts friendship above all and is much more of a person than his best friend and eventually Governor, played by William Powell. This one, just like The Roaring Twenties, could be remade as a kdrama).

The whole "childhood friends who grow up on different sides of the law" trope so beloved by Bollywood was first done by Hollywood of the 1930s. And this long preamble is basically leading to the fact that I am about to rewatch one of the classics of this subgenre - Angels with Dirty Faces, starring Pat O'Brien and James Cagney as two childhood friends, one of whom grows up to be a tough slum Priest and the other as a gangster on the run. When they meet again, they are bound to clash.



I even found a MV for it:



Yay! I might do a mini-marathon of 1930s gangster flicks and write ups on them - I have a huge fondness for Manhattan Melodrama, for example.



I also have a huge hate for William Powell's character in that - people who put abstract principles over life of a close friend are sick. He does not pardon Clark Gable's character - who is convicted for a murder he did to help Powell get his career and is sentenced to be executed - because it would be morally wrong. WTF? How I longed for Myrna Loy to stab him in the face with scissors at the end. /end rant.

Hmmm, maybe I'll rewatch a bunch of early 1930s movies. I love early Joan Crawford flicks.

2. Side note: I love this picture from A Free Spirit )

3. Am reading Nicolas Grimal's "A History of Ancient Egypt" - if you like histories, this is escellent (as long as you don't mind it a bit dry) - it goes reign by reign.

4. I think I will continue with Lawyers of Korea after all. It is rather funny and i can handwave the hero being a bastard to ex-wife as a misdirected way to get back at her for her coldness, especially since he seems to learn things about treating people decently along the way. Have not been swayed in the least by pictures of him begging on his knees, no sir! I do have to say that stories about people divorcing and finding new love, when one of the parties isn't a total scumbag deserving of divorce always drive me insane, in general - have a married person's vested interest in disliking divorce stories :D
dangermousie: (B&W Chen Lin by scanky_chops)
1. The 1930s movies had a huge fascination with gangsters. This is lucky for me, as I love 1930s gangster flicks and have tons to choose from.

Gangster "heroes" of these movies ran the gamut, from fascinating clever monsters (such as Cagney in Public Enemy, Edward G. Robinson in Little Caesar, and Paul Muni in Scarface) to flawed and tragic antiheroes forced into this life by the tough dead-end life (the Dead-End kids and Humphrey Bogart in Dead End, Cagney in The Roaring Twenties). Sometimes, the gangster could even come across as nobler than the "just" lawman who pursued him to the end (Manhattan Melodrama, where Clark Gable walked away with the movie as the doomed gangster Blackie who puts friendship above all and is much more of a person than his best friend and eventually Governor, played by William Powell. This one, just like The Roaring Twenties, could be remade as a kdrama).

The whole "childhood friends who grow up on different sides of the law" trope so beloved by Bollywood was first done by Hollywood of the 1930s. And this long preamble is basically leading to the fact that I am about to rewatch one of the classics of this subgenre - Angels with Dirty Faces, starring Pat O'Brien and James Cagney as two childhood friends, one of whom grows up to be a tough slum Priest and the other as a gangster on the run. When they meet again, they are bound to clash.



I even found a MV for it:



Yay! I might do a mini-marathon of 1930s gangster flicks and write ups on them - I have a huge fondness for Manhattan Melodrama, for example.



I also have a huge hate for William Powell's character in that - people who put abstract principles over life of a close friend are sick. He does not pardon Clark Gable's character - who is convicted for a murder he did to help Powell get his career and is sentenced to be executed - because it would be morally wrong. WTF? How I longed for Myrna Loy to stab him in the face with scissors at the end. /end rant.

Hmmm, maybe I'll rewatch a bunch of early 1930s movies. I love early Joan Crawford flicks.

2. Side note: I love this picture from A Free Spirit )

3. Am reading Nicolas Grimal's "A History of Ancient Egypt" - if you like histories, this is escellent (as long as you don't mind it a bit dry) - it goes reign by reign.

4. I think I will continue with Lawyers of Korea after all. It is rather funny and i can handwave the hero being a bastard to ex-wife as a misdirected way to get back at her for her coldness, especially since he seems to learn things about treating people decently along the way. Have not been swayed in the least by pictures of him begging on his knees, no sir! I do have to say that stories about people divorcing and finding new love, when one of the parties isn't a total scumbag deserving of divorce always drive me insane, in general - have a married person's vested interest in disliking divorce stories :D
dangermousie: (B&W Chen Lin by scanky_chops)
1. The 1930s movies had a huge fascination with gangsters. This is lucky for me, as I love 1930s gangster flicks and have tons to choose from.

Gangster "heroes" of these movies ran the gamut, from fascinating clever monsters (such as Cagney in Public Enemy, Edward G. Robinson in Little Caesar, and Paul Muni in Scarface) to flawed and tragic antiheroes forced into this life by the tough dead-end life (the Dead-End kids and Humphrey Bogart in Dead End, Cagney in The Roaring Twenties). Sometimes, the gangster could even come across as nobler than the "just" lawman who pursued him to the end (Manhattan Melodrama, where Clark Gable walked away with the movie as the doomed gangster Blackie who puts friendship above all and is much more of a person than his best friend and eventually Governor, played by William Powell. This one, just like The Roaring Twenties, could be remade as a kdrama).

The whole "childhood friends who grow up on different sides of the law" trope so beloved by Bollywood was first done by Hollywood of the 1930s. And this long preamble is basically leading to the fact that I am about to rewatch one of the classics of this subgenre - Angels with Dirty Faces, starring Pat O'Brien and James Cagney as two childhood friends, one of whom grows up to be a tough slum Priest and the other as a gangster on the run. When they meet again, they are bound to clash.



I even found a MV for it:



Yay! I might do a mini-marathon of 1930s gangster flicks and write ups on them - I have a huge fondness for Manhattan Melodrama, for example.



I also have a huge hate for William Powell's character in that - people who put abstract principles over life of a close friend are sick. He does not pardon Clark Gable's character - who is convicted for a murder he did to help Powell get his career and is sentenced to be executed - because it would be morally wrong. WTF? How I longed for Myrna Loy to stab him in the face with scissors at the end. /end rant.

Hmmm, maybe I'll rewatch a bunch of early 1930s movies. I love early Joan Crawford flicks.

2. Side note: I love this picture from A Free Spirit )

3. Am reading Nicolas Grimal's "A History of Ancient Egypt" - if you like histories, this is escellent (as long as you don't mind it a bit dry) - it goes reign by reign.

4. I think I will continue with Lawyers of Korea after all. It is rather funny and i can handwave the hero being a bastard to ex-wife as a misdirected way to get back at her for her coldness, especially since he seems to learn things about treating people decently along the way. Have not been swayed in the least by pictures of him begging on his knees, no sir! I do have to say that stories about people divorcing and finding new love, when one of the parties isn't a total scumbag deserving of divorce always drive me insane, in general - have a married person's vested interest in disliking divorce stories :D
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Today, Mr. Mousie and I went to an amazing AMAZING exhibit, 'Tutankhamen and the World of Pharaohs.' It was completely worth over two hours drive each way.

Wow.

The exhibit consisted of actual objects from Tutankhamen's tomb as well objects from the tombs of his relatives and WOW.

WOW.

There were so many exquisite things, things I could stare at for ages, but some stick in the mind the most:

The sarcophagus for Akhnaten's grandmother: inlaid, gleaming, perfect, exquisite. Carved chest that looks like it would open 3500 years after it was made (I cannot even imagine such a distance of time), a trumpet, fragile and gorgeous. Tutankhamen's crown, the one he actually wore in life: a graceful thing of curves and jewels.

But the things that stuck with me somehow the most were the small personal touches, that made it all real: the small chair that child Tutankhamen used (as he ascended the throne when he was 9), the game board for a variety of games, so he won't be bored in afterlife (it just made me imagine someone whiling away evenings playing games with others) and most of all, a container for a small statue. The statue itself is gone, but the container, made of gold, has detailed reliefs on it, all depicting Tutankhamen and his wife Ankhesenamen. They are depicted doing some regular or ritual things: in one he is hunting as she is sitting, in another she is pouring wine, but in two of them they are holding hands. And in another, they are grasping each other's arms.

For some reason, that really got me. I have no idea if they loved each other or not (as it was a state marriage) but for some reason it made me feel for them as real flesh-and-blood people, a 19 year old boy and a 21 year old girl, more than anything else could.

19 is a stupid age to die, even if Tutankhamen clearly had a better life than most anyone else in Ancient Egypt. Yeah, I am maudlin.

Of course, this reawakened my dormant Ancient Egypt obsession. I am trying to remember (so far to no avail) the name of the novel I read in high school which was about Ankhesenamen. No idea and it's driving me crazy.

Actually, I think I can blame Ankhesenamen for my interest in AE. I remember reading some random book as a child and it mentioned a letter written by her to the Hittite king after the death of her husband, when she was alone and afraid. It really struck me:

"My husband has died and I have no son. They say about you that you have many sons. You might give me one of your sons to become my husband. I would not wish to take one of my subjects as a husband... I am afraid."

The son the Hittite King sent after dithering which arguably cost him Egypt, was significantly murdered en route. No one knows what became of Akhesenamen.

And that brings meto something semi-random. Red River A.k.a. I just discovered a manga set IN THE KINGOM OF THE HITTITES!!!! Oh My God. Where has it been all my life? [livejournal.com profile] tatterpunk mentioned it to me some time back, and I thought 'Hittites, OK' and moved on. But the heroine of it, the one who gets transported back in time, gets transported during this time! In fact the ruling king is the one to whom Ankhesenamen addressed the letter! She falls in love with a historical person, one of his sons! And one of the characters is the son the King sent to Ankhesenamen! I am getting all the volumes TOMORROW. OMG.

I have also remembered my love for Ann Moray's The Dawn Falcon, a novel of the Hyksos expulsion. The novel centers around Kamose and Ahmose, the brother Pharaohs (Ahmose became Pharaoh after his older brother's death, all the battles would take their toll) who drove the Hyksos out of Egypt. I had such fiction crushes on the characters in the book. Actually, if I had to pick a favorite Pharaoh, it would be Ahmose (whose name apparently means 'The Moon is Born' which is TOO AWESOME for words) who finally drove the Hyksos out of Egypt and united the country (and established control over neighboring countries). Not only that, but (to quote wikipedia), he also 'reorganized the administration of the country, reopened quarries, mines and trade routes and began massive construction projects of a type that had not been undertaken since the time of the Middle Kingdom. This building program culminated in the construction of the last pyramid built by native Egyptian rulers. Ahmose's reign laid the foundations for the New Kingdom, under which Egyptian power reached its peak.' That's just incredibly impressive.

And I also have always had a fiction crush on his older brother Kamose (whose throne name was the unpronouceable 'Wadjkheperre' which means Flourishing is the Manifestation of Re), mainly because I fell like mad for him in Pauline Gedge's novel The Oasis. (all the more notable as the book has no love story). (Here is a good non-spoilery write-up on the book). Oh well, I am in excellent company. I think PG herself (she is an excellent author of fiction set in Ancient Egypt btw) fell for him a little as she dedicated the book to him.

I better stop, I could ramble on forever.
dangermousie: (Default)
Today, Mr. Mousie and I went to an amazing AMAZING exhibit, 'Tutankhamen and the World of Pharaohs.' It was completely worth over two hours drive each way.

Wow.

The exhibit consisted of actual objects from Tutankhamen's tomb as well objects from the tombs of his relatives and WOW.

WOW.

There were so many exquisite things, things I could stare at for ages, but some stick in the mind the most:

The sarcophagus for Akhnaten's grandmother: inlaid, gleaming, perfect, exquisite. Carved chest that looks like it would open 3500 years after it was made (I cannot even imagine such a distance of time), a trumpet, fragile and gorgeous. Tutankhamen's crown, the one he actually wore in life: a graceful thing of curves and jewels.

But the things that stuck with me somehow the most were the small personal touches, that made it all real: the small chair that child Tutankhamen used (as he ascended the throne when he was 9), the game board for a variety of games, so he won't be bored in afterlife (it just made me imagine someone whiling away evenings playing games with others) and most of all, a container for a small statue. The statue itself is gone, but the container, made of gold, has detailed reliefs on it, all depicting Tutankhamen and his wife Ankhesenamen. They are depicted doing some regular or ritual things: in one he is hunting as she is sitting, in another she is pouring wine, but in two of them they are holding hands. And in another, they are grasping each other's arms.

For some reason, that really got me. I have no idea if they loved each other or not (as it was a state marriage) but for some reason it made me feel for them as real flesh-and-blood people, a 19 year old boy and a 21 year old girl, more than anything else could.

19 is a stupid age to die, even if Tutankhamen clearly had a better life than most anyone else in Ancient Egypt. Yeah, I am maudlin.

Of course, this reawakened my dormant Ancient Egypt obsession. I am trying to remember (so far to no avail) the name of the novel I read in high school which was about Ankhesenamen. No idea and it's driving me crazy.

Actually, I think I can blame Ankhesenamen for my interest in AE. I remember reading some random book as a child and it mentioned a letter written by her to the Hittite king after the death of her husband, when she was alone and afraid. It really struck me:

"My husband has died and I have no son. They say about you that you have many sons. You might give me one of your sons to become my husband. I would not wish to take one of my subjects as a husband... I am afraid."

The son the Hittite King sent after dithering which arguably cost him Egypt, was significantly murdered en route. No one knows what became of Akhesenamen.

And that brings meto something semi-random. Red River A.k.a. I just discovered a manga set IN THE KINGOM OF THE HITTITES!!!! Oh My God. Where has it been all my life? [livejournal.com profile] tatterpunk mentioned it to me some time back, and I thought 'Hittites, OK' and moved on. But the heroine of it, the one who gets transported back in time, gets transported during this time! In fact the ruling king is the one to whom Ankhesenamen addressed the letter! She falls in love with a historical person, one of his sons! And one of the characters is the son the King sent to Ankhesenamen! I am getting all the volumes TOMORROW. OMG.

I have also remembered my love for Ann Moray's The Dawn Falcon, a novel of the Hyksos expulsion. The novel centers around Kamose and Ahmose, the brother Pharaohs (Ahmose became Pharaoh after his older brother's death, all the battles would take their toll) who drove the Hyksos out of Egypt. I had such fiction crushes on the characters in the book. Actually, if I had to pick a favorite Pharaoh, it would be Ahmose (whose name apparently means 'The Moon is Born' which is TOO AWESOME for words) who finally drove the Hyksos out of Egypt and united the country (and established control over neighboring countries). Not only that, but (to quote wikipedia), he also 'reorganized the administration of the country, reopened quarries, mines and trade routes and began massive construction projects of a type that had not been undertaken since the time of the Middle Kingdom. This building program culminated in the construction of the last pyramid built by native Egyptian rulers. Ahmose's reign laid the foundations for the New Kingdom, under which Egyptian power reached its peak.' That's just incredibly impressive.

And I also have always had a fiction crush on his older brother Kamose (whose throne name was the unpronouceable 'Wadjkheperre' which means Flourishing is the Manifestation of Re), mainly because I fell like mad for him in Pauline Gedge's novel The Oasis. (all the more notable as the book has no love story). (Here is a good non-spoilery write-up on the book). Oh well, I am in excellent company. I think PG herself (she is an excellent author of fiction set in Ancient Egypt btw) fell for him a little as she dedicated the book to him.

I better stop, I could ramble on forever.
dangermousie: (Default)
Today, Mr. Mousie and I went to an amazing AMAZING exhibit, 'Tutankhamen and the World of Pharaohs.' It was completely worth over two hours drive each way.

Wow.

The exhibit consisted of actual objects from Tutankhamen's tomb as well objects from the tombs of his relatives and WOW.

WOW.

There were so many exquisite things, things I could stare at for ages, but some stick in the mind the most:

The sarcophagus for Akhnaten's grandmother: inlaid, gleaming, perfect, exquisite. Carved chest that looks like it would open 3500 years after it was made (I cannot even imagine such a distance of time), a trumpet, fragile and gorgeous. Tutankhamen's crown, the one he actually wore in life: a graceful thing of curves and jewels.

But the things that stuck with me somehow the most were the small personal touches, that made it all real: the small chair that child Tutankhamen used (as he ascended the throne when he was 9), the game board for a variety of games, so he won't be bored in afterlife (it just made me imagine someone whiling away evenings playing games with others) and most of all, a container for a small statue. The statue itself is gone, but the container, made of gold, has detailed reliefs on it, all depicting Tutankhamen and his wife Ankhesenamen. They are depicted doing some regular or ritual things: in one he is hunting as she is sitting, in another she is pouring wine, but in two of them they are holding hands. And in another, they are grasping each other's arms.

For some reason, that really got me. I have no idea if they loved each other or not (as it was a state marriage) but for some reason it made me feel for them as real flesh-and-blood people, a 19 year old boy and a 21 year old girl, more than anything else could.

19 is a stupid age to die, even if Tutankhamen clearly had a better life than most anyone else in Ancient Egypt. Yeah, I am maudlin.

Of course, this reawakened my dormant Ancient Egypt obsession. I am trying to remember (so far to no avail) the name of the novel I read in high school which was about Ankhesenamen. No idea and it's driving me crazy.

Actually, I think I can blame Ankhesenamen for my interest in AE. I remember reading some random book as a child and it mentioned a letter written by her to the Hittite king after the death of her husband, when she was alone and afraid. It really struck me:

"My husband has died and I have no son. They say about you that you have many sons. You might give me one of your sons to become my husband. I would not wish to take one of my subjects as a husband... I am afraid."

The son the Hittite King sent after dithering which arguably cost him Egypt, was significantly murdered en route. No one knows what became of Akhesenamen.

And that brings meto something semi-random. Red River A.k.a. I just discovered a manga set IN THE KINGOM OF THE HITTITES!!!! Oh My God. Where has it been all my life? [livejournal.com profile] tatterpunk mentioned it to me some time back, and I thought 'Hittites, OK' and moved on. But the heroine of it, the one who gets transported back in time, gets transported during this time! In fact the ruling king is the one to whom Ankhesenamen addressed the letter! She falls in love with a historical person, one of his sons! And one of the characters is the son the King sent to Ankhesenamen! I am getting all the volumes TOMORROW. OMG.

I have also remembered my love for Ann Moray's The Dawn Falcon, a novel of the Hyksos expulsion. The novel centers around Kamose and Ahmose, the brother Pharaohs (Ahmose became Pharaoh after his older brother's death, all the battles would take their toll) who drove the Hyksos out of Egypt. I had such fiction crushes on the characters in the book. Actually, if I had to pick a favorite Pharaoh, it would be Ahmose (whose name apparently means 'The Moon is Born' which is TOO AWESOME for words) who finally drove the Hyksos out of Egypt and united the country (and established control over neighboring countries). Not only that, but (to quote wikipedia), he also 'reorganized the administration of the country, reopened quarries, mines and trade routes and began massive construction projects of a type that had not been undertaken since the time of the Middle Kingdom. This building program culminated in the construction of the last pyramid built by native Egyptian rulers. Ahmose's reign laid the foundations for the New Kingdom, under which Egyptian power reached its peak.' That's just incredibly impressive.

And I also have always had a fiction crush on his older brother Kamose (whose throne name was the unpronouceable 'Wadjkheperre' which means Flourishing is the Manifestation of Re), mainly because I fell like mad for him in Pauline Gedge's novel The Oasis. (all the more notable as the book has no love story). (Here is a good non-spoilery write-up on the book). Oh well, I am in excellent company. I think PG herself (she is an excellent author of fiction set in Ancient Egypt btw) fell for him a little as she dedicated the book to him.

I better stop, I could ramble on forever.

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