Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Snakes at Tysons Corner

After he was thrown out of my peaceable kingdom and into the hallway.  What kind is it? Answer at bottom/Patricia Leslie

Last Sunday night I zipped around the corner in my wee abode to look up a word in my big fat American Heritage Dictionary, Third Edition which sits atop my favorite piece of furniture I bought with last year's income tax refund at Monticello, the home of Thomas Jefferson.  That piece of furniture is my Thomas Jefferson Dictionary Stand.

The Thomas Jefferson Dictionary Stand, sold in the Monticello gift shop.  Monticello may call it a Library Stand, but it doesn't hold a "library."  It holds a dictionary/Monticello


Out of the corner of my eye I saw laying on the carpet beside the can of Johnson’s Pledge and a dust mitt (reminders to dust my Thomas Jefferson Dictionary Stand which has all these holes and glass requiring removal of the books on the shelves underneath and is quite a complicated (i.e. time consuming) operation) what appeared to be the toy snake I had given my grandson in April for his birthday, but as my mind and eyes adjusted to reality and expanded to the approximate size of the American Heritage Dictionary, Third Edition, and I... blinked several times, being without my glasses, and.....and.....! ! !.... realized... it.....was not....could...not...be... my grandson’s toy....snake...... since..... since....my grandson....lives in Georgia ....... and....here......I was.... in....Virginia.... which meant…

which meant…

YOWEE, a real snake! 

AAUUGGGHHHH
I screamed bloody murder.

And no rescue was forthcoming.

The snake was approximately three feet long.

It was like a terrible dream which was not a dream at all.

Shaking, I found my phone and tried to dial my neighbor, however it took several seconds before I could quell the trembling in my fingers and remember the second letter of her name to look up in “My Contacts.”  At last, I was able to reach Margo who, thankfully, was at home.

In a whimper, I described the scene.

“I don’t know how to get a snake out of your place,” Margo said without emotion.

“What am I going to do?” I finally got out the words.  The snake remained motionless on the floor and played dead.

Margo suggested putting a trash can over the snake, but remembering the snake which appeared in my neighbor’s place across the hall last year which hid for a week undercover after Joe-Joe, another neighbor and faux rescuer, frightened it, I feared MY SNAKE would escape and hide, too.  (It just seems like we live in a zoo.)

Margo brought over a large red snow shovel and a broom. 

“Come here and look at it,” I said, and she refused.  “I don’t want to see it.”

What was a poor girl to do?  “I need a man,” I said to Margo who replied “you don’t need a man.”  

The snake had not budged and lay close to the Pledge can and the bright lime-green dust mitt.

“Call the police?  I’ll call the police!” I exclaimed.
“They won’t come,” Margo said matter-of-factly.  “They won’t even come for a bear.”  Neither of us knew the non-emergency police number.

What about Joe-Joe?  He’s a man, isn’t he, who could get it out of my place? He had flubbed the deal last year, but this was a new deal!

“No, Joe-Joe has a migraine,”  Margo said. “I talked with him earlier.” 

After she coaxed and encouraged and coaxed and encouraged me, I found lost gumption and smashed the basket trash can upside down on top of that snake, and before it could pry loose, I piled my American Heritage Dictionary, Third Edition on top of the trash can in case in case the snake slithered out onto….onto….MY FEET.

“I need a man,” I said.  And some shoes to cover my bare feet.

“No, you don’t need a man.   Just scoot the trash can out the door,” Margo said.  “I just washed Lushy (her dog) and have to go dry him off.” 

“You are leaving?” I asked incredulously.  “You are leaving me alone with this snake?”

She left me alone with that snake under the basket trash can with the dictionary piled on top.  I could hear the snake rustling inside the plastic trash can liner.

Gradually, I began to scoot the upside down basket trash can with the snake inside across the carpet to the front door, all the while listening to it rustle the plastic.  Enroute I stopped about every three inches to find my wits which had earlier departed. 

The door frame at the entrance was going to cause problems because it was not level with the floor, meaning I would have to heave the trash can up a few inches to throw the snake out.  How was I going to do that?  How was I going to physically throw the snake inside the trash can with the dictionary on top out the door so that the snake did not make a rapid return into my peaceable kingdom?

It didn't take long for me to reach the door frame with the snake inside the trash can with the dictionary on top. 

For several minutes I stood in the outdoor hallway with the snake in the trash can, still imprisoned in my entrance way.  We waited for a man to appear. This was a man’s job.

None came.

After a little while, Margo stuck her head out her door and hollered down the hall:  “What’s going on?”

“We are waiting for a man.  This is a man’s job.”

“No, you don’t need a man!” she exclaimed.  “Now just push it, and get it out.” 

While I hemmed and hawed, she made her way back down the hall.

At the doorway I took position, holding the shovel in my left hand as a barrier in case the snake decided to make its way back inside my place, and with my right hand, the trash can and dictionary, wondering how I was supposed to heave them across the door frame with one hand. This was not going to be easy.

Margo stood several feet away in case the snake took out after her.  You know how fast they can be.

She kept encouraging me to get with it and do it.  I was afraid.

Gathering what was left of my being, I heaved the trash can with dictionary across the door frame, screamed louder than before and slammed the door before the snake could race back in. 

Out in the hallway Margo yelled: “It’s out!  It’s out!  It’s slithering!”  I cracked open the door and could see the snake's back side as it rolled over and over trying to upright itself before it crawled to a nearby wall crevice.

Margo urged me to take a picture. Mr. Snake did not take to flash well.

“There, you see,”  Margo gloated, “you did not need a man.”  We both tried to find calm.

Fifteen minutes later I peeked out my doorway and walked to the top of the stairs which Mr. Snake had descended, and there he was, at the landing below, wrapped 90 degrees around the corner.  He turned to look up and me, and I swear, smiled.  Life!

My sister, the animal lover from Florida, called later that night, and after I described the events, she said:  “Don’t kill it.  In the grand scheme of things and what’s going on in Afghanistan and the Middle East, this is nothing.”  She was right, of course, but for a few minutes in my condo, it was something.

*Answer:  The votes are in for:  a checkered garter snake,  a copperhead, a brown snake, a brown rat snake, an eastern hognose. Susan Watson, a terrestrial wildlife biologist with the Virginia Bureau of Wildlife Resources, says: eastern garter snake.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Renwick sparkles with 40 at 40

 


 

Joseph Foster Ellis (b.1984) China Tree 2012, courtesy of the artist/Patricia Leslie

You will not be bored.
 
And your companions will thank you.
 
It's a fantastic show for all ages in celebration of the Renwick Gallery's 40th birthday.
 
What?  The Renwick is only 40 years old?
 
Yes, it does seem like it's been around much longer, doesn't it? But never mind and see the show.  The mental refreshment is more than worth it.
 
Okay, enough with the plaudits already, what's it about?
 
40 under 40: Craft Futures are works by 40 artists, all under the age of 40, whose pieces were chosen from 2,000 nominees for inclusion in the Renwick's anniversary special, and it features only art created since September 11, 2001. 
 
Fashion, silver, textiles, sculpture, jewelry, glass, whimsy, you name it, and you can probably find it in the exhibition. The galleries rebound with energy, excitement and imagination stimulation. 

The artist, Olek (b. 1978) is interviewed at her work, Knitting is for Pus**** 2005-2011 with living model in the background/Patricia Leslie
Mia Perlman (b.1974) One 2012, courtesy of the artist/Patricia Leslie
 
Mia Perlman (b.1974) One 2012, courtesy of the artist/Patricia Leslie
 
Unlike much contemporary art or what you might expect of productions created by young artists, harsh and bleak are not what guests will find at the Renwick, although war is a subject chosen by some who have grown up in "a nation perpetually on edge."  Many of the artists portray exuberance and contradict the dark vision one finds so often in venues with modern content.  The future is not as dim as some want us to believe.
 
Jeff Garner (b. 1978) Black Ostrich Dress 2011, courtesy of the artist/Patricia Leslie
 
Jeff Garner (b. 1978), Men's Quilted Coat 2011, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of Elmerina and Paul Parkman in honor of the 40th anniversary of the Renwick Gallery and the 30th anniversary of the James Renwick Alliance/Patricia Leslie
 
 According to a statement from the Renwick, the exhibition “reflects the changed world that exists today, which poses new challenges and considerations for artists."
 
The display embraces renderings which illustrate society's present romance with “sustainability” and  “handmade.”

Jenny Hart (b. 1972), La Llorona 2005, Smithsonian American Art Museum, gift of the artist in honor of Lyle C. and LeJean D. Hart/Patricia Leslie
 
 This is an excellent show to introduce children to art exhibitions for neither is it too large nor too overwhelming to grasp different materials and designs.  They will be intrigued (just like adults) by what all artists can do.  
 
And for as low as $10, donors can help the Renwick buy a piece by every artist featured in the show.  Click here for more information.

Joshua DeMonte (b. 1984), Aqueduct Collar 2008, courtesy of the artist, and Curtains and Balcony Bracelet 2008, Smithsonian American Art Museum, gift of Irene and Bob Sinclair/Patricia Leslie
 
This is the first time any of the artists have exhibited at the Smithsonian.  Joshua DeMonte told me he was absolutely floored when he was initially contacted by the Smithsonian about possible inclusion in the show.

The Renwick Gallery is the Smithsonian American Art Museum’s branch for contemporary craft and decorative arts.
 
40 under 40: Craft Futures is part of a biennial series which celebrates artists deserving broader recognition. Funding from the Ryna and Melvin Cohen Family Foundation Endowment, the James Renwick Alliance,  Fleur Bresler and the Windgate Charitable Foundation has made the exhibition possible.  Renwick curator Nicholas R. Bell organized the exhibition. 

Here's a Renwick calendar of upcoming related events:

September 19, 2012, noon, American Craft Masterpieces: Sergey Jivetin’s Poultry Accumulus
September 22, 2012, 8 p.m., A Dress to Change the World with Jeff Garner/Prophetik October 12, 2012, noon, Design Craft: DreamHome
October 17, 2012, noon, American Craft Masterpieces: Vivian Beer’s Slither.walk.fly
November 8 and 9, Symposium, Nation Building
November 14, 2012, noon, American Craft Masterpieces: Andy Paiko’s Spinning Wheel
November 27, 2012, noon, 40 under 40: Craft Futures Gallery Talk
November 29, 2012, 5:30 – 8 p.m., Craft Futures Handi-hour
 
What: 40 Under 40:  Craft Futures
 
When: 10 a.m. – 5:30 p.m. every day (except Christmas Day)  through February 3, 2013
 
Where: 1661 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW, Washington, D.C. 20006 (at 17th St.)
 
Admission:  No charge
 
Metro stations: Farragut North or Farragut West
 
For more information:  (202) 633-1000
 
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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The National Symphony Orchestra sells what?

The National Symphony Orchestra led by Christoph Eschenbach/Carol Pratt
 

Responding to a query about a piece received in the mail over the weekend from the National Symphony Orchestra, the ticket office at the Kennedy Center knows nothing about "Tickets from $10 on sale now!"

“You are the second person to call about it this morning,” said the agent at the number listed on the card (202-467-4600, the KC’s ticket office). "I’ve already searched for her and came up with nothing. It doesn’t matter what the card says.” 

Oh, thanks.  Then what was the meaning of the mail piece?

"I can't tell you that.  What I can tell you is there are no $10 tickets on sale for the National Symphony Orchestra."

Then why go to the trouble and expense of printing and mailing a card?

“I don’t know,” she said. 

It made no sense to me, but maybe it does to you?

The color postcard says nothing about a subscription or a minimum number of tickets necessary to get the $10 seats, but it does list four upcoming concerts, artists, and dates and says:  "Start the NSO season with Eschenbach and world-class soloists!" 

Let's go!

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Sunday, September 9, 2012

Stephen Strasburg's last game

Stephen Strasburg contemplates the meaning of life from the pitcher's mound Friday night/Patricia Leslie from up in the sky somewhere

It was his last game at home.  (Update:  His last game anywhere this year.)

And, no doubt you've heard that it was not pretty. Amen, sister.

I was there and saw that he had a lousy night.

We all have lousy nights sometimes, and that's okay, Stephen. You didn't lose the game (ahem).

At first, I couldn't believe it.  That it was happening on one of the few nights I am in the ballpark.  This was Strasburg?

Looks like the perfect "W" to me, as in "Wins," "Washington," "Wind-up." Stephen Strasburg v. Miami Friday night/Patricia Leslie 


These are the emails I sent from the game to my son stationed in the Middle East:

Subject:  Am at Nats game

7:18 p.m.  $5 was cost of tic.!  N grandstand.  Seat not bad.  Strasburg pitching.  2nd to last game b4 he's shut down.  He's not having a good start.  Beer is $9!

7:19 p.m.  Miami scored 2 n 1st inning!

7:29 p.m.  Zimmy hit a homer so now it's tied.  Yay!  Harper was a fly out.

7:38 p.m.  Miami got a home run!  Stras is off.  Prob. b/c I m here.

7:50 p.m.  3rd inn. + they have anot. HR!  Stras is really off, prob b/c I m here.

8:10 p.m.  Stras was taken out! They lead 5-2; top of the 4th

Stephen Strasburg v. Miami Friday night/Patricia Leslie


From home at 12:17 a.m. and a new subject line:  It was Stras's last home game before he is shut down for the season

You've heard about this, haven't you?  It is quite controversial.  Harper lost the game for the Nats.  It was tied, and he dived for an outfield ball, missed it, and they scored 2. 

New subject line at 12:43 a.m.: Even the Nats' website says it was Stras's worst game!

And I was there.  Oh well, the ticket was less than the beer!

Earlier in the evening, oh around 6:15 before the game started, I went up to the beverage counter and asked for the cheapest possible beer I could buy, which, the sign said, was $8.25.

"Oh," said the attendant, "I don't have cups for those." 

"You don't have cups for those?" I asked incredulously.  "The sign says '$8.25.' I would like one of those beers for $8.25."

She repeated:  "I don't have cups for those."

"Waitaminute," I said, "the game hasn't even started yet and you are telling me you are out of $8.25 cups?"

"I don't have cups for those," she repeated. 

Yep, I settled for a $9 beer.  What was I supposed to do? Not drink beer at the ballpark?  HAHAHAHAHAHA. They've got a captured market.  

(Questions:  Why do they have "$8.25" on the sign if they don't sell $8.25 beer? Why couldn't she have given me $8.25 worth of beer in the $9 plastic cup (which I sent to my son in the Middle East today)?  Why not just put "$5.00" on the sign?  Or, I suppose the leap from $5 to $9 for beer on tap would be too big a hurdle for beer drinkers (psychologically speaking) to overcome, and it is likely that economists somewhere have studied price points and can demonstrate that if you tease the customer with a slightly lower price, she will go ahead and buy the higher-priced beer.  Especially if the lower-priced beer is not available.  It sounds like a dissertation topic to me. Is there a Federal Trade Commission sub-committee of a committee devoted to false and misleading beer prices at stadiums?  Just asking.)

Whatever it was, that $9 beer on tap was so good with heaps of mustard on my dog, and a cup of fries (= one additional pound on Saturday; not so good), all for the small sum of $19.50!  Gulp.  I did.

It was a glorious night to be outdoors, and those $5 grandstand seats (!) ain't bad to sit and watch and drink and eat and besides, we are on top!  (In more ways than one.)  We are the Nats!

See you next year, Stephen!  Go, Nats!

This looks like a Ferris wheel ride to me.  Why don't they make it one and sell beer tickets at $50 each so fans will have tickets to ride?/Patricia Leslie

As usual, Teddy was all smiles with his arm wrapped around a female/Patricia Leslie
 
This was just before Teddy tripped President Lincoln in the Presidents' Race/Patricia Leslie


 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Book review: 'Hidden Falls,' a mystery lover's delight


Mystery lovers will love Carla Danziger’s story of love and murder in Norway, Hidden Falls. (Doesn't the beautiful cover photo make you want to jump in and swim across the lake?) 

Not only is Hidden Falls a tale of intrigue, but the descriptions of Norwegian delicacies and gorgeous geography will send readers scrambling to the Web to find trips to the "Land of the Midnight Sun."

To break from the remnants of a “done” marriage, Kristina Kelly travels from the U.S. to Norway to join her cousin, Elsa Jenssen, on vacation in the mountains and explore “Hidden Falls.”  While hiking alone one morning, Elsa slips and falls to her death.  Was it suicide? An accident? Murder? 

Edna is a well-respected journalist who has her enemies, that's for sure, and the question is:  Whodunnit (if anyone)?  The police treat Elsa's death as an accident, which is unacceptable to Kris who has reason to believe otherwise.

To learn the truth, she begins collecting information (and a new relationship) which builds evidence that something is indeed wrong with the picture. And she may become the next victim. 

The complexity and fun trying to determine the murderer (if any) from among many suspects will leave readers guessing, and shuddering at the prospect that Kris may alone retrace Elsa's path in Hidden Falls or enter Elsa's house.  Surely not!

The author skillfully weaves contemporary Norwegian history, customs, and culture into the "travel mystery" and describes the countryside with breathtaking color and emotion. Her Scandinavian ancestry adds much to her story.
 
Ms. Danziger, a resident of Northern Virginia, says the book rolled out as she wrote it, and she told her family years ago at a spectacular Norway site: “I am going to remember this scene and write about it some day!"  She has.

Nine of ten reviewers at Amazon give Hidden Falls five stars, and one, four stars.

 


Monday, September 3, 2012

Chasing Mary, Queen of Scots through Scotland

Mary, Queen of Scots/pastalamode.webs.com and Wikimedia Commons
 
She (1542-1587) gave birth to her only child, the future king of Scotland (James VI, 1566-1625) and the king of England (James I) in what are now public rooms at Edinburgh Castle. 
 
Mary, Queen of Scots gave birth to James VI of Scotland and James I of England at Edinburgh Castle/Patricia Leslie

About a year after James's birth, rebels forced Mary, Queen of Scots to relinquish her crown to her toddler son who was taken from her, and she never saw him again.  (He was later criticized for not doing much to save his mum, a docent/guide somewhere in Scotland, I think at the Palace of Holyroodhouse, told me.) 

How did Mary’s son become King of Scotland and the King of England?  Easy.  There was nobody left, but please read on.

To describe briefly, Mary was married three times: 
1.  Francis, the Dauphin of France, who died two year after their marriage (1558-1560)
2.  Lord Darnley, her first cousin and King James’s father (?), married from 1565-1567 until Darnley was found strangled “in the garden” after an explosion, likely caused by a group which included her third husband
3.  James Hepburn, the Fourth Earl of Bothwell, whom she married May 15, 1567 just three months after Darnley's murder on February 9-10, 1567 (and 12 days after the Earl's divorce) and a month after the Earl was acquitted on April 12, 1567 of the Darnley murder charge.

Also, Husband #2, Lord Darnley, was most likely involved in the murder of Mary’s private secretary, David Rizzio (rumored to be James’s father) at the Palace of Holyroodhouse where Rizzio was dragged from audience with Mary and stabbed to death in rooms which are open to visitors,  but, please, no photographs.  (And whatever happens, get to the palace before 4:30 p.m., not 5 p.m., I don’t care what the signs say because one hour is insufficient time to see the palace and besides (as what happened to me, truly) the staff will push you through the doors, slamming them in your wake, and letting it generally be known that you are not welcome, so get out, and be done with you. We've got your admission fee already; who cares what you want to see? The Scottish really are not half as nice as the Irish.  Where was I?)
The Murder of David Rizzio by John Opie (1761-1807)/Guildhall Art Gallery and Wikimedia Commons


Mary's bedchambers at the Palace of Holyroodhouse. The doorway on the left opens to a small room where Mary met with David Rizzio before he was dragged and stabbed 56 times.  All these rooms are open to the public when the Queen is not in residence/Palace of Holyroodhouse
 
The Palace of Holyroodhouse, Edinburgh, the Queen's official residence when she is in Scotland and open to the public when she is not. Palace guides said the Queen visits Edinburgh every year and spends about four to five days at Holyroodhouse, the palace where Mary married Lord Darnley and the likely site of her marriage to the Earl of Bothwell, too, and the scene of the murder of David Rizzio, Mary's private secretary/Patricia Leslie
 
The interior courtyard at Palace of Holyroodhouse where Queen Elizabeth's granddaughter and Olympic medalist, Zara Phillips, and Mike Tindall had their wedding reception in 2011.  A guide told me the grass came from seeds from Canada and was covered up for three weeks preceding the reception/Patricia Leslie
 
 
You used to think modern royalty was full of innuendo and intrigue.   Folks:  Where there are people, can love, sex, and rock and roll be far behind?  (Speaking of…Prince Wild Harry in Las Vegas...)

But back to Mary.

The rebels had had enough of Mary, her shenanigans, the murders, the husbands, and carried her off to prison at the Loch Leven Castle beginning about a month after her marriage to Bothwell. 

The island on Loch Leven and the castle where Mary, Queen of Scots was first imprisoned/Patricia Leslie 

Mary escaped the next year and fled to England in hopes that her dear cousin, Queen Elizabeth (whom she never met and who was also her son’s godmother) would help her regain the Scottish throne.  Elizabeth's parents were King Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn.

Queen Elizabeth I/Unknown artist, c. 1575, National Portrait Gallery, London and Wikimedia Commons


Elizabeth believed Mary had designs of her own on Elizabeth’s throne (which most sources confirm) and kept her locked up in various places for 19 years.


This small embroidered velvet and silver purse is believed to have belonged to Mary, Queen of Scots, and is on display at the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, Glasgow, Scotland/Patricia Leslie
 
This necklace was given by Mary, Queen of Scots to her attendant, Mary Seton, while Mary was imprisoned.  Earrings (not shown) match the necklace.  From the Queen's Gallery at Palace of Holyroodhouse/Patricia Leslie
 

On February 8, 1587 Mary was beheaded.  Elizabeth was shocked!  Shocked, I tell you, when she received the news that her cousin had lost her head. (An eyewitness wrote that Mary's "lips stirred up and down a quarter of an hour after her head was cut off.")

Execution of Mary, Queen of Scots by Robert Herdman in 1867/Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, bequeathed by Adam Teacher, 1898

The Execution of Mary, Queen of Scots, February 8, 1587/Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum,
 


 
Sixteen years later Cousin Elizabeth got her comeuppance (so to speak) for without heirs, who was going to succeed the Queen? None other than Mary’s son, James VI of Scotland who was crowned King of England July 25, 1603 after Elizabeth died on March 24,1603. 

In 1612 James had his mother's body exhumed from her grave in Peterborough Cathedral and placed under an elaborate marble sculpture at Westminster Abbey in London in the Henry VII chapel across the aisle from…dear Cousin Elizabeth.  Henry VII was the great-grandfather of Mary and the grandfather of Elizabeth.

The tomb of Mary, Queen of Scots at Westminster Abbey, London/Bernard Gagnon and Wikimedia Commons
 
 
Canongate Kirk where Queen Elizabeth II's granddaughter, Zara Phillips, and Mike Tindall were married in 2011, along the Royal Mile and close to the Palace of Holyroodhouse in Edinburgh.  It is believed that David Rizzio is buried here.  On the right is a statue of poet Robert Fergusson/Patricia Leslie

Canongate Kirk (church)/Patricia Leslie
 
A search for the grave of Adam Smith (1723-1790), author of The Wealth of Nations, led me to Canongate Kirk/Patricia Leslie

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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

'The Campaign' is a riot

Will Ferrell and Zack Galifianakis in The Campaign/Warner Bros. Pictures

It's a scream!

The car! The snakes! The nipple!

The snakes?

Folks, this is your gross, blatant in-your-face kind of movie, sure to be enjoyed by those who like base and vulgar movies like me.

All the political junkies in the area (about 99%?) will love this flick and its release right on the eve of this year's conventions which could not have been better timed had a right-wing senator not spewed the wrong word at the tip of the hour.

Caution:  The language is strictly XXX, not for dainty ears, but all of it essential “for the meaning.”  (Meaning?)

For anyone who's ever worked on a campaign the characters and themes will be, oh, so familiar. And when is offense in the defense of extremism a vice?  (See “tea party.”)


Jason Sudeikis and Will Ferrell in The Campaign/Warner Bros. Pictures

Some of the scriptwriters must have worked on the 2004 race in West Virginia where campaign themes echoed up and down those hills to the tune of "guns, gays and God."  Ask not what you can do for your country, but what can the country do for you?

Of course, there are few better to play the main role than Will Ferrell.  And what more ideal setting than the site of this year's Democratic National Convention ready to begin next week in North Carolina where hurricanes don’t strike so far inland and the Chinese are ready to buy thousands of acres and start a new company and skirt federal minimum wage laws by 95% and, really, given this Congress, is it unthinkable? 

(Biographical note:  Will Ferrell's parents are from Roanoke Rapids, N.C., and co-star Zack Galifianakis grew up in the Tarheel State where his Uncle Nick, 84, was a North Carolina congressman from 1967 - 1973.  In 1972 Uncle Nick ran for a U.S. Senate seat against a North Carolina stalwart by the name of Jesse Helms.)

But back to the movie:  Dan Aykroyd was in it?

Jack McBrayer of 30 Rock was the perfect head of the perfect Christian household.   And  Dylan McDermott (swoon) dressed all in black was villain extraordinaire. 

 



Zach Galifianakis, left, and Dylan McDermott in The Campaign/Warner Bros. Pictures

The wives played by Katherine La Nasa and Sarah Baker were splendid; ditto, the dogs. Jay Roach directed.

On a weekend afternoon at Tysons Corner, huge numbers laughed and hee-hawed at the show which does carry a message with a twist at the end.  Brother, can you spare a dime? 

Enjoy! 

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