Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Fifty Shades of Grey - the movie.

Review of the Fifty Shades of Grey movie

By Norm Richards

I saw the picture this evening. I admit I have not read the novel and now I wish I had but I don't usually read books like that. Someone told me E.L. James the author of the novel had some say in the screen story's development. I am pleased to hear that since making an adaptation depends on good cooperation between authors and screenwriters. Even if this is so or even partially, I enjoyed what I saw. Why? I think the script is well played, directed and acted even though some of that is a bit wooden, at least at the start. The exchange between Grey and his new discovery Anastasia is not run over by a director's need to get to the point. Instead, he takes his time.

The characters take their time getting down to a relationship that might or might not work. The delight is in the exchange. Anastasia is rather innocent, even pure in her delivery. I like her. I could go for her, but enough about my fantasies. She is clean cut and beautiful, there is no doubt. Is she smart enough for Grey? Without question. But he must dominate and he does, although fair, which is not what the film's critics want to see or even know. There is plot, there is story and there is story resolution, even if a dimwit audience I was in attendance with, realized. I think those dimwits still crave 91/2 Weeks and certainly missed the point of this picture. My congratulations to Director Sam Taylor - Johnson and Screenwriter Kelly Marcel for making a good movie in a nice subtle style. Nice to see the homage to Vancouver. It could have been my school Kelly.      

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Tracking Life

Story by Norm Richards

It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood today, I thought I'd just start out that way. Last weekend I went to visit my daughter and her family. I had a wonderful time. I saw my eight month old grandson for the first time in person. He looked at me straight in the eye like he had to know me but he just couldn't place me.

Throughout my last visit they were busy finishing the side by side condo they are now living in. It's now done and it's really nice. They didn't spare on quality of the material for the inside finishing. They have good taste. For re-sale they will do well so long as the market doesn't drop out on them.

This visit was on the occasion of grandson Sebastian's baptism. My daughter insisted I wear a suit. I searched my closet for a suitable garment but much to my disappointment, I had nothing to wear. Don't get me wrong, the closet is full of suits but most are winter weight and the others are worn around the edges from daily use at work. I needed something nicer. I went shopping. I tried on a bunch of suits and I found two I really liked but they were not quite right. I ended up with a black blazer. I can use it to update the one I wear often for work. This one is of a finer quality wool and nice stitching along the lapels. It came together with a non-iron slim fit grey shirt made in Italy and a swell black tie. My pants are salt and pepper tones and will replace the pants I've worn out. I didn't have to say anything. My daughter took one look at me. She approved. Don't know what I would have done if she took issue with my wardrobe. Missed the party I guess. 

We went to church and saw Sebastian's baptism. It was a nice serene moment, so much so I was lulled by it. I sat in the front pews with my other two grandchildren. It just felt good inside being there. I took still photos but when it came the moment the priest pored the holy water over Sebastian's head I didn't have my video on. A small let down. I got the camera and there was a part of the ceremony where a candle is brought forward. I rolled the video but the parents and God parents had their backs to us so I couldn't get a good shot. The priest was saying interesting things and every once and awhile he'd call over those before him to address the other grandfather in the pew right behind me as if he was including everyone in the ceremony more actively. It just had a feel like he was having a distracted conversation from the actual purpose we were all there for. It was fine. We all enjoyed the service.

Breana and Breydan chatting with little brother Sebastian.

After the baptism ceremony we went to a nice family gathering at a local hall and we had a nice meal. A professional photographer was hired so there will be some good photographs available in due time. 

This is Sebastian and his daddy Paulo.

Cheers everyone!


Thursday, July 3, 2014

In Memory of Charles Nabess

by Norm Richards

I've included the link below of my original story.

I will always remember Charles' great smile!

Charles and Larry appear here with me during the Charles Nabess Benefit.

Charles spoke briefly about us playing together in the old Elks Hall we all loved to play in at The Pas.

The Essentials

Photo with Wolfman appears courtesy of Maureen Fitzhenry. One of the lineups of Three Penny Opera.

Monday, April 7, 2014


I go for coffee often with a number of what is a group of senior guys and gals. After being at home and seeing the headlines that come across Facebook, in a quiet moment between sips, the table fell silent. Spontaneously, I mentioned Bob Geldolf's daughter died today. She was only 25. Without hesitation, the most elder at the table, said, " I guess she don't like Mondays!"

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Saskatchewan's Film Industry Not Feeling It!

Saskatchewan’s Film Industry Not Feeling It!

July 3, 2013.

Story by Norm Richards

In the late 80's and early 90's a number us got together to promote investment in our communities for filmmaking, video production, audio development and industry infrastructure. I think we succeeded for the most part. There is film industry in other places besides Toronto and Montreal. Today, a report in The Star Phoenix in Saskatoon reports the provincial government in Saskatchewan has created a fund and program named "Creative Saskatchewan." Not saying it meets all the requirements of putting back into place what was taken away when the film industry tax credit for film production was cancelled last year, but it may help.

Sure, SaskFilm is still in place but it's limp and running on dust. Most of us knew if you work hard to develop and lobby governments to invest, outsiders who care about creative image making would come and invest. The result is; you built an industry, you attract talent, build working crews, producers buy better equipment and a great deal of spin, energy and bang for the dollar is set off.

Now, I'm not saying a tax credits is the only thing that works. But, at what point do you slack off and see less need to stimulate a dollar driven business? For every dollar invested in film production it's ten or twelve times better for what you put in. I'm sure it's greater in many places across Canada. Studios are created. Audio postproduction houses are built. Producers open up offices and employ the locals. World level creative people come to work. Big name actors show up. They raise the bar.

My brothers and sisters of SMPIA the independent producers organization claim their membership dropped to 60 from 600 after the tax credit died. I wish everyone here a better year next year and over the next five years. It takes time to re-build. Producers in Saskatchewan have to weigh the positive against the negative. The intent of a $5 million fund for culture administered by Creative Saskatchewan may fall short for big industry filmmaking.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

My Father's Day Dedication

By Norm Richards

For my dad, it was work clothes for the work day, come weekends he dressed up. whenever we travelled as a family south on the train, dad wore his best. Dad was a practical man. He loved to read the weekend newspaper especially the funnies while eased back in his favourite living room chair. He enjoyed a smoke as if it was a perfect moment and nothing else mattered.

I much preferred my dad's days after he quit drinking. Before that, he usually drank in the company of his many brothers. When he came home it was for sanctuary. Mom expected him to get sober fast and be civil. He struggled hung over but he loved us kids. Dad was a caring and sweet guy at home. He loved to joke and tell stories. Dad loved poems. He recited them to me right off the top of his head.

While growing up, we went fishing and hunting a lot. Things men did together. Never once did I ever see dad drink when we did this. He enjoyed things as a sober man. He could be a father to me and my sister. Dad worked hard all his life. He was a long run endurance runner as a young man. He was a champion boxer. He once took a French Royal expedition from the Atlantic to the Arctic Oceans overland and rivers and kept them alive to complete it. The Royal Duchess honoured him dedicating a book based on his leadership, strength and perseverance.

Before he left us, he made a special trip to the city with mom. My wife and I had a nice home on the river, two cars and good careers. Our daughter was growing up healthy, bright and smart. We were soon going to have another child. Over dinner he leaned over and said to me, “ Look after mom when I’m gone, eh!?” He meant it. You could tell there would be nothing else said about that. A month later he was gone.