Bugs Bunny

Dave Kehr, the DVD columnist for the NY Times, has an appreciation of Bugs Bunny tied into a review of a new compendium, Essential Bugs Bunny Collection, which, unfortunately, is not essential.   However, his column is, whether you’re a fan of Bugs or wondering what all the fuss is about.  There’s this amazing stretch where he really personalizes his memories of the cartoons:

Exposed as a child to the absurdist art of Mr. Bunny, I used it as a Technicolor portal to the distant world of my father, no matter that our television was black and white. The hardships of the Depression had rendered him mute about much of his past, but these seven-minute masterpieces from the 1940s and ’50s provided clues to his anarchic streak, his contempt for bullies, his fear of falling anvils.

And there’s much in there about why Bugs Bunny appeals to adults even today.

The cartoons, produced for movie audiences by a wildly imaginative, possibly hallucinating team of animators ….

The humor in these cartoons was so sophisticated, so adult, that I found other cartoons on television to be condescending …  I sensed all the while that I was being educated in how to approach the adulthood that awaited me. Lightly, it seemed.

I would guess that Kehr and I are around the same age, first exposed to the cartoons on TV, not in movie theaters, wondering about some of the references, it seems we approached them in a similar manner.

The cartoons, produced for movie audiences by a wildly imaginative, possibly hallucinating team of animators, directors and gag writers at Warner Brothers, were recycled for television with outdated pop-culture references intact. Here, from the mid-1940s, a mention of Bing Crosby’s horse; there, from the late 1940s, an appearance byHumphrey Bogart’s seedy character from “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre.” But these animated scraps from the past demanded that I research their historical context so that I too could be in on the joke.

Of course the thing is that these cartoons were not made for kids.  They were made to be shown in movie theaters to a primarily adult audience.  That’s why they appeal to any age.  As to why they’re timeless, that’s  a testament to the geniuses who worked at WB way back when.

A Change in the Weather is Gonna Be Extreme

So sang Bob Dylan.

Came back to Hong Kong Tuesday night,  back in the office on Wednesday, where I’ve been told many people have the cold or flu.  They’re blaming it on the seasonal change in the weather.  And tonight one of the friends I was out with was sitting there sniffing away, sore throat, tissue constantly at hand.  And at one point, don’t ask me why, we felt it necessary to do a high five.  And I immediately thought to myself, oh shit I’m done for now.

If I had thought about it, perhaps I might have immediate run back to the toilet to wash said hand.  Instead, I sat there.  And now, 4 AM, my nose is running and I’m feeling a tad on the dizzy side.

And with continued impeccable logic, I’m now thinking that with my company’s restrictive and regressive HR policies, I’m probably better off being sick on the weekend rather than during the week.  I was planning to go check out the new offices of BootHK! on Saturday but that might have to wait.

I also find myself thinking that if I’m really sick, then I’ll have an excuse not to accompany my gf to the Adam Lambert concert on Tuesday night.  Wouldn’t that be a shame?  I’ve already prepped her by telling her if she’s planning on throwing her panties at him, she should bring along an extra pair for the throwing.  She thought that was a wonderful idea and is now grinding her mental gears wondering what is the appropriate color to throw.

Anyway, in the meantime, read this – Hong Kong’s Art Scene Sucks – Deal With It and Move On – an interesting piece from a friend (and former Time Out HK editor) who left HK six months ago but has obviously left a piece of his heart here.  He sent me an email asking me to read it and comment on it and I probably will, but not tonight.  Go there and by all means post your thoughts.