Wow, after a week of this we come to the first rhyme I’ve heard of, Tweedledum & Tweedledee… As a fan of Lewis Carroll and John Tenniel I know them well, to the point that it’s easy to forget the rhyme and believe that Carrol made them up.
But for the sake of this exercise we have to forget about the pair of fat twins Tenniel created for that matter it’s best to forget Through the Looking-Glass and what Alice Found Thereall together. So while I’ll continue to assume they are comical figures nobody said they were twins. I went with boxing as my option for the “battle” (though when you think about it nobody said the battle ever took place) because theres something about someone out of shape in boxing gear that comes off as ridiculous to me.
Again I caught myself misreading a verse with assuming “big” as a tar barrel rather then “black”… of course since it’s a crow it’s black by default.
Tweedledum and Tweedledee Agreed to have a battle; For Tweedledum said Tweedledee Had spoiled his nice new rattle. Just then flew down a monstrous crow, As black as a tar-barrel; Which frightened both the heroes so, They quite forgot their quarre
With this one, “Winter’s Thunder” I’ve had two nature rhymes in a row… I think this one came out a lot better though it’s kind of hard to do a oncoming thunderstorm with a pencil… monochrome really doesn’t do them justice (no shades of purple)
I have a bad feeling that this one, March wind and April Showers is the first dud of the batch. I blame being a very simple image which I rushed on making a huge mess.
Today’s poem, “I married my wife on Sunday” was probably the biggest challenge of this challenge yet not just that It was hard to squeeze in the whole narrative (doing it in a half hour made it sloppy) but also this is the biggest example of values dissonance I’ve come across yet in this project and will definitely not be the last. So trying to visualize this terrible marriage enough to draw it was a little uncomfortable.
I realized after the fact that I misunderstood the third line of the poem. I’m pretty sure “bad” meant the beginning of the Wife’s illness rather then her going from merely being a nag to abusive. Though based on that it’s interesting example of how meanings of words change in the way the writer regards “middling” worse than “bad”.
I married a wife on Sunday, She began to scold on Monday, Bad was she on Tuesday, Middling was she on Wednesday, Worse she was on Thursday, Dead was she on Friday, Glad was I on Saturday night, To bury my wife on Sunday.
Once again we arrive on May 4th, the anniversary of the day Alice dreamed the events of Alice in Wonderland. For all the reasons I believe this go here.
To celebrate here’s the tea party scene from Dreamgirl.
These two films were suggested to me by a friend, and for a while I wasn’t sure what they had in common and then it hit me, marital bliss. Admittedly with one of these films I’m being very sarcastic when I say that.
My first film, The Thin Man, was one of these films that I had known about as one of the classics for ages, but had never gotten around to seeing it.
The Thin Man is a classic by the numbers murder mystery including a closed room finale (though it has the nice twist of all of the players being frogmarched in by the police)
What makes this film great our our witty, hard drinking couple Nick and Nora Charles, played wonderfully by William Powell and Myrna Loy(and their dog Asta played by Skippy) Having only known about the married couple as heroes I had first thought Nick and Nora were the young idealistic couple we were introduced to in the very beginning of the film and was pleasantly surprised it was the older eccentric socialites we meet fifteen minutes in.
Power and Loy have great chemistry and make Nick and Nora a very believable as a couple and equal partnership. And that what makes it interesting is that such a partnership is even considered in this era and how well it works.
In It’s A Gift we go the opposite way. W. C. Fields goes though domestic hell which includes an obnoxious sun, a loving but oblivious daughter and a shrill overbearing wife played with wonderful over the tap self importance by Kathleen Howard.
Beyond this it’s like every thing in the world is out to get him from annoying neighbors to idiotic employees and that’s not getting into what fate has planned.
Most of the story is just a means to link together a string of brilliant slapstick routines but somehow it transcends this with wonderfully poignant overtones. Despite everything Fields wants to do right by his family. Despite everything that happens.
I also found it fascinating of how it presented a carraccature of the era. I’d frequently suspected that the comical stereotype of the nagging wife was an exaggeration and even it wasn’t what other weapons did a woman have at her disposal during that period. Either way Howard brilliantly plays the ultimate exaggeration of this stock character always assuming the worst from her husband and completely misunderstanding any situation be it someone calling with the wrong number at the middle of the night or her husband speaking to other women (yelling at the neighbors)
