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Five Hours of
Happy Hour
, and Other News
By
Dan Piepenbring
August 25, 2016
On the Shelf
Still from
Happy Hour
.
Early in the fourteenth century, an Egyptian bureaucrat embarked on the kind of project that many of us attempt on nights off: an enormous encyclopedia designed to contain all knowledge in the Muslim world. The book,
The Ultimate Ambition in the Arts of Erudition
, ran to nine thousand pages, and a part of it will see English translation, after so many centuries, this fall. It illustrates “
the sprawlingly heterodox reality of the early centuries of Islam, so different from the crude puritanical myths purveyed by modern-day jihadis
,” Robert F. Worth writes. “Reading it is like stumbling into a cavernous attic full of unimaginably strange artifacts, some of them unforgettable, some merely dross. From the alleged self-fellation of monkeys to the many lovely Bedouin words for the night sky (‘the Encrusted, because of its abundance of stars, and the Forehead, because of its smoothness’) to the court rituals of Egypt’s then-overlords, the Mamluks, nothing seems to escape Nuwayri’s taxonomic ambitions.” (We’ll have excerpts on the
Daily
after Labor Day.)
Ryusuke Hamaguchi’s somewhat misleadingly titled new film
Happy Hour
is five hours and seventeen minutes—wait, wait, don’t stop reading! What if I told you it was worth every minute? Well, I can’t. I haven’t seen it. But someone else can: “
Its length is entirely justified, indeed richly and deeply filled
. The recent movie to which it is most similar is Kenneth Lonergan’s
Margaret
; like Lonergan, Hamaguchi is a genius of scene construction, turning the fierce poetry of painfully revealing and pugnaciously wounding dialogue into powerful drama that’s sustained by a seemingly spontaneous yet analytically precise visual architecture …
Happy Hour
is far more than an intimate drama. Its spectacularly complex grasp of the details of daily life … seemingly tethered by mighty cinematic cables to the vast societal structures below, presents private lives and a political world, a way of life in which ideas and feelings are dominated by the force of law and the weight of tradition.”
While we’re at the movies, be sure to check out Herzog’s latest:
it’s a “documentary” about an Italian spiced salt called Omnivore, and it debuted on Kickstarter
. At two minutes and eighteen seconds, it has the virtue, at least, of being five hours and fourteen-plus minutes shorter than
Happy Hour
. It finds Herzog complimenting the salt’s creator, Angelo Garro: “Angelo is like a medieval man.” And if you buy the salt you’ll see Herzog’s personal endorsement on the back: “Finally your salt is in the market and I do not need to steal from your kitchen anymore.”
Everyone knows that English speakers hate the word
moist
, but the world is full of people, and those people all find different things to hate about the English language. The
Oxford English Dictionary
wants to find the most despised word in our tongue: “
In the U.K.,
moist
tops the list, followed by
no
,
hate
,
like
,
can’t
.
Moist
is also top of the list in the U.S. and Australia
. In the Netherlands, by contrast,
war
and
love
both make appearances in the list of the top five least popular words, while in Spain,
hello
is a surprising No. 1. Just one submission, so far, has been made in Gibraltar:
yellow
. In New Zealand, the first response was
phlegm
.”
Put aside the whole idea of generations; a better way to identify your age, and with it your tribe, is to remember what media technology you had in the basement during your fumbling sexual encounters as a teen. Are you a “fumbling DVD-menu sex” millennial or a Netflix millennial? Max Read says of the distinction, “
The window for teenagers and twentysomethings to form, uh, complicated memories regarding the DVD menu for
Lord of the Rings: The Extended Edition
was narrower than ten years
. Before that, your closest analogue is probably the automatic ejection of a VHS tape; afterward, it’s Netflix menus. It’s a minor touchstone, but it’s a telling one. Among the most striking effects of the accelerated pace of technological change is the rapidity with which shared social experiences suddenly become obsolete.”
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