The fun thing about the Clinton Street Theater is that their film archivist, Dennis Nyback, has got some of the craziest stuff imaginable in his collection. They usually play indie and foreign films, but when the archivist is planning a program of short films, it’s important to pay attention because there is a good chance that this is stuff that you may not be able to see anywhere else.
Case in point would be the “Bad Bugs Bunny” program he put on about a year ago. Included in this program were cartoons that were perfectly acceptable when they were made then but would send the political correctness watchdogs into a tizzy if they were produced today. Apparently he had even more controversial cartoons to show for that program, but lawyers representing the people who currently own the rights to the cartoons made some threatening calls and forced him to tame the program somewhat.
The show last night? Stag films from the 1920’s – 1950’s. There was a great intro about how illegal they had been to produce and transport, but that they were very popular at men’s service clubs around the country. Women were not allowed to view them at the time. Apparently the film archivist picked up many of these gems at flea markets. The stag films were interspersed with “teasers” and other risque films that were not technically stag films, but fit into the spirit of the evening. Since the stag films did not have soundtracks, he played racy period songs for background music. (The songs were pretty entertaining on their own!) Some notes:
–It is possible for a woman to pick up a dollar bill without using her hands, feet, or mouth. (I’ll let you figure that one out.)
–Live eels can be used in innovative ways.
–Small dogs can lose their balance on larger women.
–Contemporary camera angles are not original.
–Some of these film producers had a really wicked sense of humor.
There was one very amateur-looking one where the woman would notice the camera from time to time, then smile as if to say, “Hi Mom!”, and then another where the woman kicked the man out because he didn’t measure up to her standards. Funny to know that the industry has pretty well established roots, and that these films weren’t nearly as degrading to women as I thought they would be. The evening was more educational than I anticipated.

Conversation I nearly had at a dinner party in the burbs tonight:

Them: Oh, we already ate before we got here. We JUST SIMPLY HAD TO GO to the new Red Robin over by Washington Square. It was really busy, too.
Me: Do they have a different menu there?
Them: No, same menu.
Me: Different decor?
Them: No.
Me: So what’s the point, then? Do you enjoy being waited upon by a newly trained staff? Why not check out the restaurant openings of places where you don’t have the menu memorized? Or just try a different restaurant altogether?

The rest of the party was nice. Good to visit and catch up with friends.

Fr. Tony Lehmann passed away today.
Known to most Gonzaga alumni as “the basketball priest,” I knew him best as the alumni chaplain while I worked at the Alumni Office as a workstudy. He was always quick with a joke or a story whenever he was actually in the office. Due to his popularity, he was often out of the office performing weddings, baptisms, funerals, or cheering on the Zags at the basketball games. About a third of the mail that came into the office was for him, and there was a special chair in his office where it needed to go. He had one of the messiest offices I’ve ever seen, but he still seemed to know where everything was. I remember being in his office one time for a chat and there was barely any place to stand, much less to sit. A lot of the items were special remembrances from students and alumni whose lives he touched.
I watched the KHQ-TV feature story on Father Tony yesterday, and it was amazing how gaunt he looked in the interview. He wouldn’t let anyone take away his Gonzaga ball cap, though!
I’m going out for a cigar and a pint after work tonight and I’ll be sure to raise my glass to the memory of Fr. Tony.