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My friend Rusty Cawley was amazed that I recognized author Michael Lewis on the street the other day.  He asked me how that was possible.  Here’s my reply:

Rusty, to properly answer this I have to mention my Theory of Special Powers.  Everyone you know who’s worth anything has Special Powers in some area.  My sister Donna has Special Organizing Powers, for example (she could have straightened out the mess in Iraq).  Your own mother has the Special I’m Always Sweet and Fabulous Power.  Remember James Boedecker?  He had the Special I Was Born With This Ridiculous Physique Power.

I have several Special Powers, and one of them is Remembering and Recognizing Show business People.  I have a casting director’s memory.  In fact, casting directors think I should BE a casting director.

Also, I’ve been a bookwork since second grade.  And I am a lifelong Lazy Writer.  So I have the Lazy Writer’s worship of people who can actually put down the donut/PS3 controller/Kindle long enough to actually write something and finish it and get it published.

Michael Lewis

I LOVE my writers.  I’ve written to many of them over the years, and they ALWAYS write back.  I have received letters from Garry Trudeau, Charles Schulz, Ray Bradbury, Stephen King, Isaac Asimov – and all of those were before email.  I watch interviews with them.  I read about them.  I read their blogs.  I go meet them and hear them speak at Book Festivals.

So I remember writer’s faces.  Also, it doesn’t hurt if they are handsome, like Michael Lewis.

Of course, handsome isn’t a requirement.  I’d instantly recognize Joyce Carrol Oates, and we all know she looks like an “After” photo of a certain diminutive fisherman named Sméagol.

So this Special Power of mine acts like an antenna that’s always powered up.  So I notice things like, Hey, that’s Edward Albee I his running shorts on the elevator with me.  Or, hey, that’s Alex Rocco from The Godfather on the elevator with me.  Or I meet Gore Vidal in a porn shop in West Hollywood.  Or, Hi, aren’t you Octavia Butler perusing the stacks at the library next to me?  Or, look, I’m holding the door at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf for Oscar Winner Linda Hunt.  It happens to me all the time.

I have no doubt that I would instantly recognize Terry Pratchett, Sam Harris, Richard Dawkins, George R. R. Martin, John Scalzi, Michael Connelly, or John Irving.

I’m sure you have Special Powers, too, Rusty.  What are they?

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Great character actors don’t get to play the lead that often.  And while he’s a huge star on Broadway, veteran thespian Frank Langella has rarely played the lead in a film.  Of course, he’s had a long, rich film career that’s spanned almost fifty years, but with a few exceptions (The Twelve Chairs, Dracula, Frost/Nixon), he’s usually the guy adding some class to the project in a supporting role.

So it’s always a good thing to find Mr. L. playing the rare lead.  In Robot and Frank, he plays Frank, an aging, divorced ex-con whose two busy children (James Marsden and Liv Tyler) are trying to cope with his increasing senility.

Since the movie is set in the near future, Marsden shows up one day with a gift for Frank:  a robot assistant.  Naturally, Frank hates the idea, but his son gives him an ultimatum:  Work with the robot or face exile into the Old Folks Home.

Thus begins a quietly delightful relationship.  Robot (that’s his only name) is voiced by the talented Peter Saarsgard, and he’s programmed to not only help Frank around the house, but to work on his overall health as well.  He forces Frank to adhere to a strict schedule and to exercise.  He further annoys Frank by planting a garden.

But since Frank is a cat burglar by trade, and since this is a movie, it’s only a matter of time before Frank manipulates Robot into becoming his new partner in crime.

I realize on the page that sounds pretty silly, but the movie pulls it off quite elegantly.  It reminds me of one of Blake Snyder’s screenwriting rules:  Having Fun With the Premise.  It’s awfully fun to watch Frank coach Robot on lock picking and cajole him into accepting that planning a heist is actually healthy for his mental acuity.

Besides Robot and his kids, the other important relationship in the movie is with the local librarian (the always-more-than-welcome Susan Sarandon).  Frank enjoys flirting with her, and during the course of the movie he tries to find opportunities to step up his game.

Robot and Frank is a model of modest, sturdy, engaging filmmaking.  It should be referenced in film school.  It’s full of lovely little details that help tell the story.  One example is when the local sheriff (Jeremy Sisto) witnesses a casual display of Robot’s superhuman agility.  You can see the wheels start to turn in his head.

The film is also full of very nicely framed and composed shots.  There are times, like a late scene involving the two title characters, where the staging actually adds layers of meaning in an elegant way.

Robot and Frank is also an example of one of my personal favorite subgenres:  The Small Science Fiction film.  The movie clearly had a small budget, but it’s so charming you could care less that you’re obviously watching a small person (Dana Morgan) walking around in a robot suit.

The science fiction angle also adds additional context and food for thought that wouldn’t be present otherwise.  It’s easy to see that this is a buddy movie, but it’s also about the changing way we humans interact with technology.  It’s even about how we think about technology.  What happens when an artificial intelligence we’re talking to seems like a real person?  How does this change the relationship?  How does it change us?

The director of the film is Jake Schreier, who is the former keyboardist for Francis and the Lights, and the warm and clever screenplay is by Christopher D. Ford.

I can only make one serious criticism of the movie:  In the third act, there’s a reveal regarding Frank’s faulty memory that’s not entirely convincing.

But that’s a very small quibble.  Find an art house cinema near you and see Robot and Frank.

 

Average Rating: 4.9 out of 5 based on 281 user reviews.

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I travel a lot for work, and I frequently find these two weird books in a drawer in my hotel room. One of them is obviously sophomoric claptrap fantasy revisionist Jewish history. The other one, however, is truly awful: the main characte…

r is a petty, jealous tyrant who disallows basic human attributes like sexuality, but who enthusiastically promotes murder, genocide, intolerance, xenophobia, and misogyny.

For a while I considered calling ahead and asking the hotel to keep these reprehensible books out of my hotel room, but then I realized, this isn’t about me. What about the children? Both books are written with a certain air of authority. What if an impressionable child, or even an adult with sub-normal critical thinking skills, were to come across these books? Think of the damage that could occur on these unsuspecting travelers!!

So now, it’s part of my public service to take these books out of the hotel the morning after I check in and dispose of them, so they can’t hurt anyone.

Sure, it’s a lot of trouble, but I have to think of the greater good here. In this small way I make the world a little safer.

I encourage all my fellow travelers who care about their fellow man to do the same.See more

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