Sunday, September 4, 2011

in which i tell you about something that isn't ironic or about popular culture

I was in transit from one errand to another in the western suburbs today when, in a large roundabout, about 6 cars ahead, A Lexus RX330 (that small SUV), rear ended a motorcyclist and then ran him over, trapping him under the car. I didn't see enough to know who was it fault, but it was gruesome.

Those who saw it pulled over and ran to the site. The motorcyclist was calling "lift it up, lift it up." so we attempted to lift it. Because at the start there were only 6 of us, we could not lift the SUV, but merely succeeded in compressing the springs--lifting the body but not the wheels. But as more and more people assembled, we tipped the car toward the driver's side to about a 45 degree angle (there was some debate about whether to tip it all the way over, but some sort of con census was reached not to do so). by then there were nurses on the scene to remove the man in a safe spinal position. and we lowered the car back down.

by the time the car was down, EMS personnel were there and were clearly in charge. So the crew of 20 or 30 men simply walked away not really saying anything to one another, got into our cars, and drove off, because we were blocking the roundabout.

Normally I would try to extrapolate this experience into something broader because I sort of hate unanalyzed anecdotes as a form of interaction. But none of the frames I can put on it really work. it was both miraculous and wrenching. Both a wonderful show of community and very isolating.

so we'll go with this as a broader moral: this is now the second man I have seen fall off a motorcycle at speed on a road. Jesus, those things are dangerous.

in which i try to seem discerning about sofia coppola

I have recently seen both Somewhere and Marie Antoinette. I like Sofia Coppola movies. They are easy on the eyes and palette, particularly if you are young, and privileged. But I can't shake the sense that all Sofia Coppola movies are about sofia coppola. She has an uncanny knack for showing that being young and pretty and rich is lonely and emotionally nuanced. But because it so clearly looks like she is telling the story of her own life, every time she gives her girls too much credit, it makes her look vain. like when the 11 year old Elle Fannings makes perfect eggs benedict for her louche father in the Chateau Marmont. 11 year olds can't make eggs benedict.

Marie antoinette worked a little better. The emotional similarities between the priveleges american teens and marie antoinette was interesting and empathetic. and the fact that kirsten dunst is pretty vapid totally worked. but it made her maturation into a brave royal at the end seem unearned. anyway, i'd watch another one. and then complain about it to you.

Also, are Sofia Coppola and Charlotte Gainsbourg occupying the same cultural niche? Famous father (Francis Ford and Serge). Early fame/scandal caused by father's placing them in limelight (godfather III and Lemon Incest). not really a bombshell but very beautiful in thier own way. Very cool and tasteful seeming life. Making artistic life for themselves separate from parent. and brunette.