“Experiencing a renaissance in a career that never really faded, Jeff Bridges is flexing his producing muscles to bring to the big screen a classic young adult novel.
Bridges has optioned for film the 1993 Lois Lowry novel, “The Giver,” a moralist sci-fi story that won the Newberry Medal, the top honor in young adult fiction. Set in a seemingly perfect society, without crime, poverty, hatred, divorce or war, the novel is described thusly on Lowry’s official site. The Giver, it turns out, is the elderly man charged with keeping the institutional memory for the society, which actually stifles desire and subdues familial differences for the ordered good of society.
Bridges will take on the role of that wise elder, though he is his own second choice: “I originally thought of the role of the Giver as a vehicle for my father, the late Lloyd Bridges,” he told Variety, “however, at 61 years old I feel the time is right for me to do it.”
Sooooooooooooo….I definitely went to the U2 concert in East Lansing the other night.
And it was kind of amazing.
It was a beautiful day (and no, that was not meant to be a terrible pun) and I don’t think there was a single thing that went wrong - which was nice after waiting almost 2 years since I bought my tickets (while in Japan) to go to this concert.
We got there early, so getting a decent parking spot was really easy, and we also beat the crazy rush to get dinner before the show started. Not to mention the fact that we heard part of the sound check, which was awesome.
After dinner, we headed to the stadium and it took almost no time to get inside. Our seats turned out to be a lot closer than I expected - although we were very curious about the sections a few rows down that were taped off. But it was kind of cool, because it was almost like we were sitting backstage.
And then there was the Claw. Enough said.
Security seemed pretty intense around our entry gate, and as it got closer to the show, they weren’t letting people in. Then some techies came through and headed towards the stage. At least we thought they were techies, until we noticed that one of them was wearing high heels - and then a familiar head of bright red hair emerged from the stadium entrance we had entered through about an hour before.
Needless to say, we were pretty happy with the seats we got.
I really enjoyed the opening act, and I thought it was a great way to start off the show. It also helped that I really wanted to see Florence and the Machine live anyway. :D
I really loved how she seemed like a kid in a candy store the entire time. Plus, she managed to keep belting after running a lap around the entire stage.
Of course, there was a bit of a wait after she left because they had to strike her equipment and help the followspots up to their positions.
I haven’t decided yet if hanging from the Claw to do spotlight would be totally awesome or not.
It was a bit of a wait after that before the rest of the show started, mainly because they had to set up proper security before U2 could enter the stadium.
It was madness. Eventually, everyone clued in to the fact that U2 would be entering the same way Florence and the Machine did, which meant that a lot of people were trying to crowd around that gate.
It’s actually kind of funny to see everyone’s arms in the air with their cameras.
And from that point on, it was just magic.
Everyone sang along to Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For, Beautiful Day was fantastic and Vertigo was almost epilepsy-inducing (in the best way possible). There was a crazy energy in the stadium that I still can’t quite believe.
Everything was just phenomenal, and it just kept getting better and better as the night went on. There were crazy light-up vests for City of Blinding Lights, the giant circular screen morphed and moved during numbers and as the opening drums of Sunday Bloody Sunday played, images of people standing up for their rights played across the screen.
Some of the most powerful moments came at the end of the show, with With or Without You and Moment of Surrender. The applause and cheers were so deafening after With or Without You that Bono was actually rendered speechless for a second. And Moment of Surrender was a beautiful tribute to Clarence Clemons.
Sadly, it had to end, and they exited the way they came as I, along with everyone surrounding me, strained on the tips of my toes to see them off. Then we followed them through the very same door.
I left the concert having spent more money than I would normally ever consider spending on a t-shirt, with a not insignificant amount of hearing damage, the beginnings of a sunburn, dehydration and the knowledge that even though I wasn’t going to get home until 2:30 at least, I still had to get up before 8:00 to go to work.
The cardinal rules in my experience of watching Veronica Mars have always been:
You are always wrong.
No, seriously, you might think you’re a step ahead of Veronica, but the writers are always at least five steps ahead of you.
Wallace Fennel is the best friend ever.
Logan Echolls is a strangely attractive mixture of psychotic and adorable.
And last, but not least:
You are always wrong.
So when my predictions actually come true, it’s not because I’ve suddenly become a genius sleuth. It feels more like sloppy writing.
I was actually kind of enjoying the third season. It was not on par with the previous ones, but it was still decent enough, even if I was unsure about how quickly some of the cases got solved.
But I really don’t like how it felt like the writers just sort of handed all the necessary clues as to ‘whodunnit’ away, and without any subtlety at all. The characters and their interactions are still really engaging, but the mystery elements just don’t come together like they used to.
What happened to the show I could count on to consistently yank my chain?
It was really strange to hear my mom watching the final runway show and judging panel of Project Runway today, because all I could think of was how much the judging panel sounded like my comprehensive exams for Theatre.
I’m totally graduating tomorrow and I keep going back and forth between two different things cycling through my head over and over and over again.
The first is that ridiculous Vitamin C song that everybody played at their elementary school “graduation” when it first came out.
The second is a quote from Paper Towns, right after Q empties out his locker:
"It is so hard to leave - until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world."
And I know that this has been posted to death on this website, but it is 100% true in my case. Whenever I think about actually leaving K College, I feel kind of sick inside, and the only way for me to not dwell on that feeling is for me to go to all of the commencement activities of the weekend and pack up my things so I can finally go home after 6 months without a break.
So maybe I’m just being sappy and sentimental, but I know that I’ll be dreading that moment when I get in the car tomorrow and leave Kalamazoo for what may be the last time, and the only thing that will make that feeling go away is actually doing it.
Now it’s time to party hardy. Class of 2011 for the win.