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Through the Past, Darkly // “Crossfire Hurricane” TV Review

 

Here we are near at the end of 2012 and the Rolling Stones are about to embark on a brief tour to celebrate their 50^th anniversary (a more thorough assault on the arenas and stadiums of the world is planned for next year).  If there was a sixties era band less likely to survive into the third millennium, I can’t think of them.  They’ve endured drug arrests, artistic dry periods, internal squabbling, the death of one member and the voluntary exiting of two others.  And, did I mention, drug troubles?  Along with their shows in London, Newark and Brooklyn in November and December, the band has produced a documentary being shown on HBO that essentially covers the first twenty years of their turbulent existence.  While Crossfire Hurricane is filled with memorable images, some shown for the first since they appeared, the story behind them remains somewhat obscure, and a bit dishonest.  

This is a brief film, clocking in at under two hours, when compared to The Beatles Anthology or Bob Dylan’s No Direction Home retrospectives, especially since it covers far more ground chronologically than those other two documentaries.  It follows the same style as their recent film on the making of Exile on Main Street; the “boys” are heard but not seen, except in the archival footage that’s featured.  Along with the four current members we have Bill Wyman and Mick Taylor, the only two people who ever left the Stones and lived to tell about, offering remembrances of their time in the “Greatest Rock and Roll Band in the World.”  They all speak from the shadows, hiding behind the images of their former selves.  But even with this wall of anonymity they say very little new.  Mick Jagger is notoriously tight lipped (no pun intended) about his private history (he returned a sizable advance on a proposed autobiography years back when he claimed he couldn’t remember anything), and he proves equally evasive here.  Keith Richards is a little better, giving some fascinating insights into his transformation from play outlaw to the real thing as a result of the 1967 Redlands bust.  But Wyman, who kept a detailed diary during the band’s hay day, offers surprisingly little as well.  And even if he did have more to say things go so fast there’s little time to savor what’s being presented.   

   

I’d say that this is a film for hard core fans only, but I’m not so sure about that.  There is no discussion of the music or how their sound developed, for instance.  How did they go from wannabe bluesmen to pop hit makers, through a psychedelic period and out the other end as purveyors of electrified “supernatural Delta blues?”  There is no mention of Ian Stewart, a founding member who was unceremoniously dropped from the lineup in 1963 because he didn’t fit the image, but stayed on behind the scenes until he passed away of a heart attack in 1985.  Brian Jones’ problems are covered more or less, but the events leading up to his departure and death in 1969 are not really talked about in detail.  Mick Taylor, Jones’ replacement, at least admits, even opaquely, that he exited the band after five years because the lifestyle wasn’t conducive to family life or survival in general.  We don’t even get far enough into the story to ask Wyman why he bowed out after thirty years.   I could go on with the questions not asked and important names left out or barely mentioned, (can you say Marianne Faithful, Anita Pallenberg and Gram Parsons, anyone?) but you get the point.  

The most fascinating part Crossfire Hurricane is the beginning, when we see the “anti-Beatlemania” the Stones unleashed come to life.  From the start there was a violence they inspired that stood in contrast to the manic, but generally good natured, chaos brought on by the Beatles.  Richards is up front about the fact that Andrew Oldham, their first manager, purposely put the “black hat” of villainy on them as a publicity gimmick. But the hat fit, and they, or at least Jagger, Richards and Jones, were content to wear it.   

In the end Crossfire Hurricane admits to the excesses, especially the drugs, but still wants to leave us with the impression these are five, now four, beloved icons.  Richards, the roguish pirate of rock and roll, is loved by the fans, both hard core and casual, but I can’t say the same for Jagger, or the band in general.  People admire them for being survivors, and appreciate their unique blending of blues, R and B, reggae, disco, and whatever other form of black music they could mix together and put their British stamp on.  But they are not the Beatles, and never wanted to be.  And if they are keeping their story obscure, it’s for a reason.  There is a darkness surrounding the Stones, the darkness of those who played with evil not realizing it’s not a toy.  While they did try to make a break from it, lightening their image, employing comedy at times, the residue and the wreckage remains.  

The Bottom Line: The Stones fan will appreciate the old footage, but the casual fan will be left clueless.  There is an inherent dishonesty that in the end makes this diapointing.  Not that they are lying necessarily, but that you know they’re not really giving you the whole truth, not even close.  Even the Beatles and Dylan have been accused of creating a myth to take the place of history.  But here we have something else.  It’s a group that has fostered a legacy that they don’t really want to own up to.  They want to wear the black hat still, but to be thought of in genial terms as well, and I’m not sure it really works that way.

Bond Reborn // "Skyfall" Movie Review

In 2006 we were reintroduced to James Bond in the movie Casino Royal. This represented more than just the occasional change in actor we've grown use to over the years (Daniel Craig taking over for Pierce Brosnan in this case), but was an entire reboot to the series, bringing the longest running movie franchise into the 21st century.  I loved it.  Craig's grittier, more realistic Bond seemed to break the old formula that was weighing the franchise down (I write this even though I thought Brosnon was a fine 007).  Part of Casino Royal's job was to give us Bond's origin story, a common tactic used these days to breath life into an aging series.  But there were many elements of the James Bond legend left out, and that it's disappointing follow up, 2008's Quantum of Solace, didn't bother to address.   Now we have the 50th anniversary edition Bond, Skyfall, that sees Craig return for his third round in the lead role, and that in reality should be counted as the true follow up to his first effort.  Here the task of explaining how James Bond became 007 is completed, with Bond's story brought full circle, paradoxically developing the character beyond what we're use to while simultaneously rooting him firmly in the familiar mythology.  And more than that, it's a movie that stands up as a movie, not simply as a part of a franchise.

After going missing for several months, presumed dead but really on an unauthorized vacation after a mission goes wrong, Bond returns when MI6 headquarters is attacked by terrorists.  He's got a broken relationship with his boss M (Judi Dench, the last holdover from the Brosnan days) to go along with his wounded body and shattered psyche.  It's figured out that the attack was perpetrated by the same people who stole a disk containing the names of all the NATO field agents that Bond failed to retrieve during his earlier botched assignment.  Now 007 must find out who has the disk and get it back before more agents are exposed and killed.

This is a fairly standard spy movie plot, true, but what makes this one different is that here we have a Bond who has some self doubt, who is wondering if he can trust the people he's working for, and if he has any kind of future in the spy game at all.  He has to make moral decisions, and is truly haunted by their consequences.  Sure, you've got plenty of things blowing up good, martinis, shaken not stirred, along with the "Bond Women" that you would expect.  But our favorite British agent also has a soul; he seems to be in it for love of country, not just for the perks, he feels loss, and struggles to come to terms with his past.  If I'm keeping things vague it's because unlike most Bond movies there are spoilers that I don't want to give away, and none of them have to do with gadgets.  

We can argue over if this is the best Bond movie ever (if pushed I would have to say no, though not by much), but I don't believe there is one that's been better made.  It's directed by Academy Award winner Sam Mendes (American Beauty) and filmed by the legendary cinematographer Roger Deakins (A Beautiful Mind, No Country for Old Men).  Bond screenwriting vets Neal Purvis and Robert Wade are joined by Oscar nominee John Logan (Gladiator, The Aviator, Hugo).  Skyfall also has the most accomplished cast in the series' history, featuring Oscar nominees Ralph Fiennes and Albert Finney, joining Dench who has a statuette of her own.  Oscar winner Javier Bardem's performance as the villain Raoul Silva, while not on the same level as Heath Ledger's Joker, is still worthy of a supporting actor nomination.  All this combines for a beautifully filmed, intelligently written and well acted movie, that is not only a great Bond film, but simply a great film.

Without giving anything away, by the end of Skyfall all the loose ends from Casino Royal are tied into a nice bow, old names are associated with new faces, and we learn things about our hero we may not have known before.  All this adds up to us being made ready for more adventures from James Bond.  I've read that Daniel Craig's future in the role is uncertain, but I hope he comes back for many more installments.  He may not be the best Bond since Sean Connery, but simply the best James Bond, period, as Roger Moore himself has attested.  With Skyfall we have the "old Bond" back, in some respects, but nonetheless renewed and ready for the future.   

I'm linking to a commentary by Fr. Robert Barron who, like myself went to the movie for fun, but left seeing a lot more than just vodka and handguns.  In Fr. Barron's case he ended up finding unexpected spiritual messages, and a possible Catholic connection to the James Bond story, and that of its creator Ian Fleming.  But I have to worn you, IT'S FILLED WITH SPOILERS!  If you have any intention of seeing Skyfall please wait to watch Fr. Barron's take until after you do so.  Consider yourself warned.

Father Stephen Schenck, S.D.B. (1952-2012)

Here is an obituary of Fr. Steve Schenck who passed away suddenly yesterday, prepared by Fr. Mike Mendl 

            Father Stephen Charles Schenck, S.D.B., pastor of Holy Rosary Church in Port Chester, N.Y., died suddenly in the parish rectory on Saturday morning, November 10.   Father Schenck, 59, had been Holy Rosary’s pastor since mid-2009. Last year he celebrated his 40th anniversary of religious profession as a Salesian of Don Bosco.

            Father Schenck was the son of the late Charles and Eileen Bolster Schenck. He was born in Brooklyn on November 25, 1952, and baptized at Holy Family Church on Flatlands Avenue on December 14. He was raised in Malverne on Long Island, however, where the family worshiped at Our Lady of Lourdes Parish and Steve attended parochial school and was confirmed in 1964.

            Steve entered Salesian Junior Seminary in Goshen, N.Y., in 1966. In his high school years he developed juvenile diabetes, which was to afflict him for the rest of his life and perhaps contributed to his sudden and untimely death. But, his confrere Father Steve Shafran said, “He never let his health challenges get in the way of throwing himself into service for others.”

            Steve was admitted to the novitiate, located in Ipswich, Mass., on August 31, 1970. His master of novices was Father Theodore Ciampi. He and nineteen classmates—thirteen from the New Rochelle Province and six from the San Francisco Province—professed first vows in Newton, N.J., on September 1, 1971.

            Brother Schenck spent the next four years as a student of philosophy at Don Bosco College Seminary in Newton and graduated on May 31, 1975, with a B.A. summa cum laude. During these years he developed the musical and dramatic skills that would serve him and young people so well during the years of his pastoral ministry.

            At various summer camp assignments over the years, he “developed visual aid/skit catechetical programs,” according to one personnel inventory that he filled out.

            Brother Schenck was assigned to Salesian Preparatory School in Cedar Lake, Ind., for practical training, where he taught Spanish, Latin, algebra, and a philosophy elective, and directed the band and choir. He also accumulated a store of memories, many of them hilarious, with which he regaled his confreres in future years.

            In 1977 Brother Schenck began his theological studies at the Pontifical College Josephinum in Worthington, Ohio. Once again he excelled academically, graduating with an M.A. in theology summa cum laude. His master’s thesis was titled “The Pneumatic Ecclesiology of Heribert Mühlen.” Mühlen (1927-2006) was a German Catholic theological whose “work is concentrated mostly on pneumatology [theology of the Holy Spirit], ecclesiology and pastoral theology,” according to Wikipedia.

            He had three principal fields of apostolate during his years in Columbus: working with the diocesan Office of Youth Ministry (1978-1979), serving as a pastoral counselor for seventh and eighth graders at St. Cecilia School (1979-1980), and serving as deacon at St. Leo Church and pastoral counselor for seventh and eighth graders in its parochial school.

            Father Schenck and seven other men of the New Rochelle Province were ordained by Bishop Edward Hermann of Columbus at Christ the King Church in Columbus on May 23, 1981. To the province leadership he identified as his preferred pastoral fields “DRA activities, counselling, positions where I would be able to be musically and dramatically involved.” Over the next 31 years his preferences were very much realized, to the benefit of students, parishioners, retreatants, and confreres.

            Father Schenck’s first priestly assignment was to Don Bosco Technical High School in Paterson, N.J. (1981-1986), where he was director of religious activities (DRA). His musical talent came out strongly in his work with the young men of Don Bosco as he composed a number of hymns in a style that appeals to young people. In this period he composed “Friend of the Young and the Poor” in honor of St. John Bosco, which proved so popular that it has remained a favorite at Salesian celebrations across the U.S., and  in other countries too.

            A three-year stint followed at the Salesian Center for Youth Ministry in Goshen (1986-1989) leading youth retreats and other programs. In 1988 he began studies in religious education and youth ministry at Fordham University, which resulted in an M.S. degree in 1990.

            Father Schenck’s first assignment to Holy Rosary Parish came in 1989, when he was posted there as assistant pastor for two years with responsibility particularly for youth ministry. In 1991 he moved to the Marian Shrine in Haverstraw-Stony Point, N.Y., and began two three-year terms on the provincial council with oversight and guidance responsibilities for the province’s youth ministry programs.

            As the New Rochelle Province celebrated the centennial of its foundation in 1998, Father Schenck served on the committee planning various festivities. Father Shafran served with him and remembers: “We had worked together closely when I was on the vocation team in Stony Point at the same time he was province coordinator for youth ministry, but it was when we were asked to collaborate on the celebrations at the Felt Forum of Madison Square Garden in New York that I came to see his extraordinary talents come alive. [He showed] humble service, hard work, extreme and total dedication to the young and the poor, total dedication to the educational approach of St. John Bosco and consummate belief in the Salesian principles that are foundational to our views on youth ministry—that, together with his gift of music … as a means for prayer and reaching the young.”

            A second assignment to Don Bosco Tech in Paterson came at the end of his six years on the provincial council in 1997. As director of the school, he labored mightily to provide a sound education for the poorest boys in Paterson and to keep the school afloat financially. He took a personal interest in each confrere, member of the staff, and student, encouraging and correcting as need be, deeply appreciative of each one’s contributions to the life of the school or the community, or to himself in his coping with diabetes. In the face of the school’s aging buildings, as well as the demographics of the area, raising sufficient funds proved to be a losing fight—not in Father Schenck’s eyes but in those of the province leadership, who decided in December 2001 to close the school at the end of the school year in May 2002. It was a hard blow for Father Schenck to absorb (as well as for many other people).

            He headed south in 2002, to Miami, for a less stressful responsibility as assistant pastor of St. Kieran Church. The parochial experience was prelude to a more serious pastoral responsibility in 2003, when he was named pastor of the Church of the Nativity in Washington, D.C., and superior of the Salesian community staffing the parish and Don Bosco Cristo Rey High School in Takoma Park, Md.

            Father Schenck’s pastoral sensitivities and his musical talents both struck powerful chords in the Washington parish. He relished bringing the parish’s fine Gospel choir to province events, such as the visit of the Rector Major to the Marian Shrine in 2007.      Brother Thomas Sweeney of the Washington Salesian community writes: “His love for the arts also spread to Nativity’s parishioners. Before Christmas, he would organize a bus to go to New York to see a play, have a nice dinner, and stay overnight at Stony Point or a hotel. He was the life of the party and enjoyed every moment of it.” Father Schenck also put together a group of young musicians and singers, from Washington and elsewhere, to cut a CD of his music, called “The God Who Is True to Me,” released late in 2009.

            Brother Sweeney also remembers: “Steve loved to cook. It was total relaxation for him just to go into the kitchen and prepare a delicious meal for the community on some Sundays and feasts. He always made sure all the ingredients were fresh and were the best. He would play a favorite CD as he prepared the meal. While waiting for something to be cooked, he would be doing crossword puzzles. He would serve the meal and then sit down to enjoy the meal and all the accolades that would be lavished on him by the community. He wanted to make sure that the community had a great meal and would just relax and enjoy each other’s company during the meal. He was a community type of guy.”

            Taking a half day or full day off each week, Brother Sweeney continues, Father Schenck would go for a bike ride or a movie and then speak of his day’s adventure at dinner with the community, discussions that both he and the confreres much enjoyed.

            Brother Sweeney concludes: “I know I will truly miss him—living with him in the seminary, attending Fordham with him as we both were going for our Masters, and having him as my director here in Washington. But most important, he was truly a friend and a true Salesian. It is sad that the young and new confreres will never know him and also realize the impact that he had on the province and on individuals.”

            His term as director ended in 2009, Father Schenck was sent back to Holy Rosary Parish in Port Chester, this time as pastor. Succeeding the very popular and zealous Father Timothy Ploch, he had big shoes to fill—which he did. He had already learned a good amount of Spanish, and he honed that skill in his daily interactions with the parish’s largely immigrant population.

            As pastor of Holy Rosary, he was involved in the training of the Salesian novices of the United States in 2009-2011, while the novitiate was located at the parish, particularly their apostolic work like teaching CCD and working in the youth center. This year he was similarly involved with the New Rochelle Province’s prenovices, who moved into the parish at the end of August.

            He also offered warm hospitality each August to the Salesian Lay Missioners during their orientation period, during which they spent a week working in the summer camp of the two Salesian parishes of Port Chester; this year they resided in the parishes for two weeks instead of one, as previously. One of the SLMs, Paula Rendon, writes from Ethiopia: “I am deeply saddened to hear that he is no longer with us—even though we only got to know him for a couple of weeks, he was an integral part of our formation and preparation for our year of mission.”

            Typical of his personal approach to people is what he showed to Father Paul Grauls, who had been his vice director and assistant pastor in Washington: “On the day of my 50th [anniversary] at Stony Point [last September], Steve came up to me in the vesting room, gave me a warm kiss and very special wishes. I had not seen him since he left Nativity.”

            On the occasion of his fortieth anniversary of religious profession in 2011, Father Schenck said: “I have enjoyed my years of priestly service, especially all those things that involved me with young people. I have found that my interactions with them, especially the poorest among them, have taught me at least as much as my formal studies have, if not more. Above all, it’s been in the active ministry that I have experienced the presence of God in my life, and I count myself blessed to have received and followed this vocation.”

            Father Shafran sums up his reaction to Father Schenck’s life and death thus: “I greatly appreciated his wisdom, sensitivity, writing, preaching and spirit of joy—what a great sense of humor! What a gift he has been to the province!  What a void this leaves in us.  I am greatly saddened and know that many, many others who had the benefit of Steve in their lives feel the same—a great feeling of emptiness in the gut ... but with great faith we must see that the Lord has welcomed this holy man of God and faithful Salesian to himself.”

Funeral Arrangements

Everything at Holy Rosary Church

22 Don Bosco Place

Port Chester, NY 10573-5030

914-939-0547

Wake

Monday and Tuesday, November 12-13

3:00 to 9:00 p.m.

Mass of Christian Burial

Wednesday, November 14

10:00 a.m.

Burial

Salesian Cemetery

3 Craigville Rd.

Goshen, NY 10924

Wednesday, November 14

2:00 p.m.