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Remote, But Not Alone

Going to the Movies“House of Cards” with Kevin Spacey which started yesterday on Netflix is, from what I’ve seen so far,  on the money, so to speak, regarding our corrupt crony capitalist system .  It was a hit in the UK and everybody loves a good political thriller, so Netflix decided to gamble and produce it themselves.  They got David  Fincher and the guy that wrote “Ides of March”, Beau Willimon, to write the scripts.  You can watch all 13 episodes at once too. But   Variety calls that “binge viewing”  and will lead the company to ruin while Netflix calls it viewer autonomy and believes it can bring in new viewers because of it and make a nifty profit.   Hollywood and Silicon Valley rarely see eye to eye, so no surprise at Variety’s harumphing.  Whatever!  I heartily recommend it.  Delicious in its evilness.

As to whether people will cotton to watching one episode or all thirteen, it’s probably just a matter of psychological type or simply how much time you’ve got.  When I read, I finish a chapter and often pause because the author does.   But just as often I can’t help myself and I have to start reading into the next chapter until I realize that I have to get some shut eye.  That is a singular pleasure.   On the other hand with a TV series whose episodes only air one at a time, there is the joy of seeing the current episode of a series and then discussing it at the water cooler or water hole the next day and speculating about where the story is going with others.    Watching all 13 episodes in one sitting or even half one night and half the other is a more solitary experience and more like reading a book. Watching an episode per week as with normal TV series is a bit more communal.  Not quite  like going to the theater and sitting at a cafe afterwards and arguing about it, but a not bad second best.

I remember way back when my friends and I were young actors.  We went through every detail of Sunday night’s Brideshead Revisited” on Mondays .  Now “Downton Abbey” has become the latest “Brideshead” as the characters become part of many of our lives,  resist as we might. (What a twit that Lord Grantham is!)  So is the new “Netflix” idea going to lead to more community or more aloneness, I wonder? Continue reading

A Way Out


There was  something strangely thrilling about making it home Sunday night through 10° temperature, blowing snow (wind gusts of over 66 mph) and snow drifts that can stop a truck dead in its tracks.  It’s the thrill of quite simply “braving the storm”.  And sometimes when things seem really bleak and you are feeling quite numb from tragedies both near and far, a bit of courage is a rather awesome thing to feel.

Last night I decided to go into town to find somebody to watch the totally frivolous red carpet goings on for the Golden Globes.  Watching frivolity is a way I can stop my mind from  dwelling on bad things happening to good people  and bad people getting away with crimes.

I decided to wear my sister’s mink because it was bitter cold and I wanted to be a little “glam” for the Globes even if nobody else around here was in this business but me and could care less. The coat doesn’t have very good closures.  Just some hooks.  Not good in the wind.  But I only had to walk a few feet from the car to the bar,  so I should be fine, I thought.  Silly me.  I forgot about Montana winters since it’s been unusually warm. Continue reading

Living Large in Small Places

Sometimes Evie Taloney veers away from movie and TV reviews and saunters off into butting in on advice columnists.  Now everybody knows in real life you don’t want somebody offering you unsolicited advice.  “Can I give you some advice?”  “NO!” (you scream in your head as you politely listen to some critique of your persona).  So don’t read any further because Evie’s got some “Opinions Worth Ropin'”.

“Evie Taloney’s Opinions Worth Ropin'”

There are some ideas that have prodded me through my life sometimes with a gentle nudge and sometimes, yes, like a cattle prod, jolting me into my next life phase. My journeys have taken me through the thickets of living large in small places.  “Small places” can occupy spots in large cities or in the wide open vast spaces of Big Sky Country in Montana.  You can inhabit a beautiful bubble in Manhattan where you live and love amongst your own kind.  Or  here where the plains meet the mountains you run into a fair amount of”can’t see the forest for the trees” “nose to the grindstone” kind of folks who predominate in the human species. They are sometimes referred to as “small minded” but they keep the gears moving in our social systems.  They are guardians of “if it’s not broke, don’t fix it”.   So they aren’t prone to color outside the lines much.  And they have a tendency to look askance at any kind of uppity outside the box behavior from women like me. Continue reading