Let's talk about the black "Steel Magnolias..."

                                The cast of the 2012 remake of the 1989 classic "Steel Magnolias"

Calling all women and gay men -- yeah, that's right, I'm talking to YOU, the target demographic.

I'm still catching up on TV and movies we missed during our world travels. Today I finally sat down with a big bowl of popcorn and caught the black update/remake of the 1989 uber-classic "Steel Magnolias." (Need I state the obvious that my husband took one look at what I was watching, rolled his eyes and fled the house. Men tend to have that reaction to such things. Aren't they cute?)

I have to say that when I first heard about this remake a few months ago, I squealed with delight at the prospect.  First, let me make another obvious statement -- that I love love LOVE the original, and have seen it countless times.

                                    The cast of the original 1989 version of "Steel Magnolias"

  

      As much as I love the original, it is, of course, a very whitewashed version of life in the modern day south. I don't think there's even a single black person in the whole cast! Not even as a servant. A cynical (but probably somewhat accurate) view of the white, white, whitey-white original is that the people are so white, and so NICE, without an apparent racist bone in anyone's sweet little body, that it's probably not very realistic. 

  Sigh. I realize that talking about life and race relations in the south is a delicate topic, and as a white girl who's spent her entire life in California's OC, I'm the first to admit that nearly everything I know about life in the South is from TV and the movies. 

                                 The 2012 version of "Steel Magnolias" -- an accurate 

                                       representation of modern life in the South? 

  Anyway, I think everyone can agree that it seems these days race relations are in pretty sad shape and seem to be going in the wrong direction, especially below the Mason-Dixon line (That's what they tell me on TV, anyway -- which, as I admit, is where I get most of my information). Times are changing fast. Blacks and whites both seem to be trying to find and keep their identity in a political and economic landscape that seems to be constantly shifting. These are uncertain times.

 So, for whatever reason, when I first heard about the black remake, I thought: "Well. Good for THEM!"   Like it would be some sort of revenge on the white original. A twisting of the knife, so to speak. I'm always a sucker for the underdog -- and if anything, African Americans in the south are THAT. 

 After all, African-Americans, of course, have at least as much credit for making the south what it is as do whites. It's their culture too. 

 Anyway, there was a teeny-weeny bit of that sentiment in the remake, I think. For instance, at Shelby's wedding and reception, most of the servants were white (tee-hee). 

 But beyond that, there wasn't really any race baiting going on here. Like the whitey-white original, the black Steel Magnolias is pretty damn good hearted, sweet, touching and funny.

 OK, OK, I have a couple of minor beefs with the remake:

1) Phylese Rashaad and Alfre Woodard as the comedy team of Clairee and Ouizer -- well, I'll just politely say that I love these actresses, but the word "miscast" has never been more accurately used;

                                      Olympia Dukakis and Shirley McLaine as Clairee and 

                                               Ouizer are impossible to replace. Period. 

    2) Julia Roberts is, well, Julia Roberts. 

                                      Steel Magnolias made Julia Roberts a star, and for 

                                                 good reason. She nailed the part.

                                          Noone does hypoglycemic shock like Julia.

                       She could definitely get a job like the one Kramer had on Seinfeld, when he acted out diseases like gonorrhea and cirrhosis for the local medical school. What? That job doesn't actually exist? See, that's what I get, learning about life from TV. 

 I'm sure there's a young black actress out there who could have played our tragic heroine Shelby, but sadly, Condola Rashad is not that person. Yikes. Her portrayal was painfully wooden and very, very bad (she's the daughter of Phylise Rashaad, which proves that black, white or yellow, nepotism is alive and well in Hollywood). 

  Finally, there's the pivotal role of M'Lynn, the matriarch of the group. As everyone knows, America's sweetheart Sally Field (We like her! No, we LOVE her! We really, really LOVE her! -- no sarcasm here -- we -- I! Really really do!) personified the heart and soul of M'Lynn in the part of a lifetime. 

             As she has in so many films, Sally Field personifies the prototype of the 

                      sacrificial American mother as M'Lynn in the 1989 original.

        But you know what? I'm happy to report that I loved Queen Latifah as M'Lynn.

                      Queen Latifah as M'Lynn at her daughter Shelby's wedding reception

  

     As Ms. Field's portrayal of M'Lynn in the original has a few patented Sally Field over-the-top, chewing-on-the-scenery dramatic scenes, Ms. Latifah wisely did not even try to imitate the character in the original. The M'Lynn in the remake is a more subdued mother to our Shelby, and it was a lovely portrayal. And yes, I cried (need you ask?)...   :-)

 I was sort of saddened to read several complaints by ardent fans of the original that they hated the remake. I don't understand the anger. It's basically the same script with some African-American cultural updates (for example, they dance to hip-hop instead of "On the Bayou" at the reception). 

 And if the target demographic for this Lifetime remake is African-American women, so they can have THEIR version of this film so well loved by women across the globe -- what's so wrong with that?

 In the end, it's the script, humor, and the basic humanity of the thing that cuts across color lines and touches the same beating heart that we all share.

 Personally, I'm looking forward to the Mexican and Vietnamese versions, hopefully coming soon to a Multiplex near you. If one is good, then 5 are better! Wait -- better yet -- a GAY version! Get on that, Nathan Lane. I'm seeing you killing it as M'Lynn.  :-) 

  So, ladies, I say fire up your Netflix and catch this on streaming while it's available. 

  

Wild, remote Catalina Island

Catalina mountain trail with Two Harbors in the distance

           For the first time since returning Espiritu to SoCal from Florida, 

            Chris and I finally threw off the dock lines and sailed her from

    San Pedro to Catalina Island.

                                      Before we left the dock, we gave her a good scrubbing

                                      And before we knew it, we were back on the open water!
                                                      (Palos Verdes is in the background)

                                       You know this is where he wants to be, in spite of the
                                     countless hours of work it took to get Espiritu back home

                           After a 4 hour sail, the island loomed in the distance. She looks a little
                         foreboding here, like the Island of Dr. Moreau. But she's a gentle place.

                                             We dropped anchor just outside Two Harbors
                                                          and took the dinghy ashore

                                                         The Two Harbors dinghy dock

                        We passed this boat on the dinghy ride in. This guy's either an attorney...
                                                     or divorced...or probably both.

                We took advantage of the great weather (you never know when June Gloom
                      will hit out here!) and headed out on a long hike into the back country

                            Most Catalina visitors never leave Avalon, the "big city" on the island.
                            As the map shows, we anchored at "Two Harbors" then hiked over to
                               the Isthmus to the far side of the island, home of "Cat Harbor."

                                                        Sleepy but beautiful Cat Harbor

                                  We headed up the hillside trail aiming for the view from the top

                   We couldn't believe our luck when we tripped upon a herd of eight deer!

                                               We stopped, kept our distance, and watched
                                                         in awe as they passed ahead of us

                              We've seen one, two or three deer before, but never a full herd.
                          You never know what you'll see in the wild, and thanks to the Catalina
                                     Conservancy, 95% of Catalina's land remains pristine.
                              What a privilege to observe these beauties in their natural habitat.

                              As we climbed higher, the views of Cat Harbor improved

                                                                       View from the top

                                                                        Cactus and old fence

                                            We got to peek over the edge at the little seen
                                                        or explored far side of the island

                                                          Giant cacti grove

                                                                The road less traveled

                 Back in Two Harbors, we rewarded ourselves for our hard work with a
                  nice, greasy snack bar lunch and caught a World Cup game at the bar.

                            The next day we spent a leisurely afternoon on the cute little beach,
                     and then just relaxed aboard Espiritu, swimming, playing cards and music.


                     We're so fortunate to have this island paradise so close by, a mere 26 miles across the sea from Los Angeles. We're so grateful conservationists have kept her wild and pristine.

                         And that's just ABOVE the surface. Diving the Catalina kelp forests
                           is a spectacular experience.  Catalina Island really does have it all.

                                                                        How lucky are we?

Back Home in Newport Beach, CA

                                                      Newport Beach from the pier


                      Chris and I recently spent an idyllic May afternoon ambling about
                        in Newport Beach -- ground zero of The OC, and the stomping
                                                      ground of our childhoods.

                                                First order of business: off with the shoes!

                               When we lived in Huntington Beach we went for after-work walks
                                      on the beach at least once a week during the summertime.
                                 There's nothing like it for your mind, body, spirit and relationship
                                                        with yourself and those around you.

                           Tons of celebrities have lived here, and owned waterfront property.
                           John Wayne was the biggest. We even named our airport after him.

                      Nicholas Cage has a waterfront place in Newport. Here he is
                                    cavorting on the dock with Eva Mendez.
                                   It's a business event, I'm sure... (whatever)...



                   Former NBA all star Dennis Rodman famously had a waterfront place here for awhile. You did NOT want to be his neighbor -- unless you didn't have a job, and you normally sleep all day and, ahem, CAVORT all night.

               

                 The boat to the right was Dennis' boat.  Ya gotta squint in the bright
                        Newport sun to read it, but yes, the name of his boat was
                     "Sexual Chocolate." Ya gotta give him points for originality.

                                      When we lived in a tiny condo in Huntington Beach
                             (next to Newport)  Sandra Bullock lived 3 blocks away from
                              us on the beach with ol' what's his name in the photo above.


                                              So anyway, you get my drift. It's gorgeous here. And you can buy waterfront property here for millions -- or, like the rest of us, you can walk, romp and play in the water and the sand for free. This land is your land, this land is our land! It's for everyone.

                                                              A young girl digs for sandcrabs

                                              It was an unseasonably warm May day --
                                                 15 degrees above normal. Heaven.

                                Chris found this kindred spirit playing the Irish fiddle at the pier.
                                                 I think he was playing the Kerry Polka.

                                                       Hunter and prey on the pier

                                                          Tools of the trade

                       Young boys help their dads fish on the pier. I don't even want to know
                                   how the kid on the right got that gouge on his face.
                                               Fishing can be dangerous -- and sharp.

                                              One minute you're swimming happily...
                                                       the next minute, you're bait.

    Maybe we should get our young gang-bangers down to the beach more often.

 Carving your name in the sand has some of the same rewards as tagging. 

                                                         The prototype of a young OC surfer

                                                                  New money, perhaps?

                                               Sandy front steps: the ultimate status symbol

                           I was excited to see that after a few years absence, my favorite
                              restaurant on the planet is still open and as successful as ever.

       Ho Sum's Bistro in Newport Beach. I've eaten here hundreds of times over the years. It's the perfect combination of comfort, easy beach atmosphere, delicious healthy food for not alot of nickels. If you're ever in Newport Beach, do yourself a favor and GO.


             Anyway, our idyllic beach romp was soon over and it was back to the mountains for us (a mere 2 hour drive -- that's why the millions of us are crazy enough to live here).

                                                 Catchya later, dude! -- From The OC