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Hawaii & The Descendants

I don’t usually blog about movies, but last evening I saw The Descendants, and thought I would say a bit about it.

So:

1) It’s a very good film.  You don’t need me to say it, or to review it.  All the critics have done that.  Why I thought it was interesting enough to mention is because of 2:

2) It’s the only remotely mainstream film that I have ever seen that actually captures Hawaii in any capacity.  Forget Blue Crush and 50 First Dates and all the other crap that pretends to be Hawaii and is really some weird fantasy land that only exists in the minds of movie directors and the gullible public, The Descendants actually looks like Hawaii.

Granted, the Hawaii it shows is a rarefied version: I knew old Missionary families: the elite ‘Cousins’ who had been their for generations but never quite assimilated.  And I knew kids who went to Punahou School and HPI.  And the world they lived in was far, far from my world.

But the neighborhoods?  And the wet, dripping greenness of the valleys?  And the dry west sides of the islands?  And the red dirt roads?  Those I knew.  Those were my world.

Dawn over the tip of Molokai

Flying above Honolulu

A bay on Molokai

Lahaina from the sea

Molokai - Ho'olehua

 

Finished projects: the Lonely Heart wedding dress

I’ve finished the late ’40s wedding dress for Lonely Heart, and the show is on, and the dress is on the actress, and I’m done!

Simplicity 4215

The dress however, I’m sorry to tell you, is just a trifle frumpy onstage.  It’s partly because the bodice is so long – it really shortens and widens the body.

The 'Lonely Heart' wedding dress

I’d like to try the dress on a different body type: I think that would help a lot.

The 'Lonely Heart' wedding dress

I also really, really want to try the dress in better fabric.  Extremely polyester tablecloth damask was a brilliant choice for the demands of stage, but it isn’t a flattering fabric, it’s a PAIN to gather, and it was very tricky to work with along the waist shaping and sweetheart neckline.  Being a seamstress is a lot easier when you work with really high quality fabric!  😉

Oh, and Lonely Heart was fantastic – really brilliant music, great costumes by Mrs C, excellent reviews, even Mr D was entertained and impressed.  Hopefully it will have a bigger staging soon!

Friday Reads: The Gentle Heritage

The Gentle Heritage is one of those early 20th century books that has fallen out of favour because its moralising and religious themes are no longer fashionable.

The Gentle Heritage with Frances E. Crompton

This is really a pity, because it’s actually a charming, delightful book, told with wit and imagination through the words of ‘Nell’, our small protagonist, still young enough to tell us:

“It was when we were all quite nursery children, a long time ago; two years since at the very least.”

Miss Fiss and I are thoroughly enjoying the book

Nell describes her siblings: bossy Patricia, the eldest, Bobby, her best friend and rival,  ‘tiresome’ Annis, and finally little Paul “who is sometimes very odd and obstinate”.  The children are the heart of the story, and they are so real, and engaging, that they easily carry what is, in essence, a very simple story indeed.

The book begins with their trials with Nurse, who feels they don’t play as proper children should, preferring instead to hold meetings under the nursery room table, complete with ‘notices’ and ‘chairs’.  Their favourite topic for the meetings is the dreaded ‘Bogey’, introduced by  ‘Mriar’ the maid as a means of keeping the children in line.

Who, and what Bogey is occupies much of the children’s time, and when a mysterious man moves next door, surely he must be Bogey?

The answer, is not, as an adult, that surprising, but the joy of the tale is in the development of characters, and the detailed description of nursery life in an upper-class British household at the turn of the last century: the fat rascal cakes and aprons torn in scrambles through the yew hedge.

The moral at the heart of the story, the moral that has sadly seen the book fall off the reading lists, is actually as true and relevant today as it was almost a century ago, and told with such sympathy and simplicity that it avoids being overly-pious or sanctimonious.

Best of all, the moralising and religion are leavened with humor, enough to make me laugh out at points:

“Oh, no,” said Bobby; “we never had anyone so good in the chair before.  We wish we always had you, for the indoors meetings too.”

“I am not perfectly sure that I should enjoy them,” said B. gravely, “if they are held under tables.”

This is me, laughing at that.

Sadly, The Gentle Heritage seems to be quite rare these days.  It’s not even on Project Gutenberg (though a few other books by Crompton are).  I found my copy at an op-shop in Palmerston North, and bought it on the strength of the pretty cover, a charming frontspiece, and the first page.

A charming frontspiece

Alas, my copy does not have the pretty coloured illustrations that some editions had.  Still well worth the price I paid!