A postcard arrived in the mail today — an advertising image from the new Narnia movie on one side, at the top a question: “What if there were no Christmas?” On the back, an invitation to “worship and a Narnia adventure” at a local Grosse Pointe church.
And so it begins.
I’d been reading about this. The Disney Co., hoping to shake that Passion-of-the-Christ money tree a little, is pushing “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” via the churchy crowd. As one who liked the book, I hope we can get through the movie’s run without it becoming another bloody culture-war flag, because I am really, really not interested in that. Absolutely, positively…not interested.
Of course I recognize the Christian symbolism in the book. Kate, at 7, didn’t, but as she’s being raised in a non-religious home, I didn’t expect her to. I pointed it out to her; she did the 7-year-old version of, “huh,” and that was that. And that’s pretty much the way I’d like to leave it — fine story on one level, allegory on another. I fear, though, that someone’s going to screw it up:
In addition to the usual TV and newspaper ads and theatrical trailers, “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe” is being promoted by the Barna Group, a marketing firm that specializes in generating buzz on the Christian scene, by making advanced screenings, study guides and block ticket sales available to churches. Right-wing groups like Focus on the Family have endorsed the film.
Oh, joy. I can’t wait to hear what gasbaggery issues from the hole beneath Michael Medved’s stupid porn-star mustache. And to think James Dobson may join in, in two-part harmony! It’s enough to send me to “Brokeback Mountain,” which I’d rather see first, but you know — 9-year-olds in the house, etc. Actually, I hope to see, and expect to like, both.
Big anniversary today, of which I was reminded by none other than the GPNews. The writer recalled just where she was when she heard the terrible news about John Lennon (in bed). She went to the big service in Central Park. She writes:
“I passed rocker Edgar Winter, arm-in-arm with four beautiful women, proving that rock stars don’t have to be good-looking to get babes.”
As if, until that moment, there may have been some doubt on that point.
Anyway, I remember something else about Lennon’s death — where my friend Mark West first heard about it. He was in California, on some whack new computer thing called Compuserve, swapping command-line interface chat with some guy who could see the front door of the Dakota in New York City. The guy said something seemed to be going on over there, huh, wonder what it is.
Mr. Watson, come here, I need you. What a difference 25 years makes.
I said, “Let it snow,” and behold, we’re in the process of getting a buttload. I heard the forecast and took inventory. Had: A case of beer, plenty of milk and kidfood, the makings for split-pea soup and biscuits, and what have we here? Sweet potatoes. So I made soup, and biscuits, and a pie. (Sweet-potato pie has lots of antioxidants. It’s, like, health food.) Nothing like watching the snow fly when you have plenty of beer in the house.
Finally, the bloggage: I can’t believe I used to work for this company:
The Akron Beacon Journal, a former Pulitzer Prize-winning paper now operating as a ‘zine for the geriatric set, is getting squeezed to comedic proportions by San Jose’s Knight Ridder, its parent company.
Executives recently asked employees to share pens and notepads with other departments, since no more office supplies will be purchased this year. The problem is that some departments have already run dry, including the photo department, which ran out of batteries and paper. “They did make an exception and ordered the photographers new batteries,” says reporter Paula Schleis.
Guess what KR’s overall profit margin was in 2004? Give up? OK: 19.3 percent, and you can look it up. Ask your local grocer if he could afford office supplies on that kind of margin.