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Seen the show Leverage with Timothy Hutton? It's rather fun. Actually, it's the A-Team!
You have the two classics, Hannibal, the plan man, disillusioned drunk, played by Hutton. The face man is a woman; can't complain. The muscle is a pretty boy that looks like he's related to the Baldwins; he's the other half of the A-Team face character, somewhat impish. The other half of the Mr. T character is a modern computer geek who's atypical in that he seems to be the most together character. The last character is a female cat burglar that they don't seem to know how to write for yet, but holds up a little of the Murdoc crazy.
More white collar, less dead cars and bullets, still the A-Team. Maybe a little mission impossible. Not blow your socks off but entertaining.
Anyway, I just had one of those WTF moments watching the second episode. They're gathering together the troops and the thief is stealing a work of art in "Monaco". It looks like a Van Gogh. Having seen the MoMa exhibit yesterday, I do a double take. The painting that gets stolen is one of those things with a "Cypress" in it. But the one the guard is standing next to is "The Night Cafe". I'd been standing as close at the guard to the original the day before. It was an odd feeling, kind of cool.
I don't much care for Van Gogh, but I found his early stuff fascinating. You know, before he discovered blue, red, and yellow running together in a gaudy mess was where it was at. I thought his night paintings and peasant studies had a lot more soul.
The exhibit was crowded, in spite of limited entry. Perhaps because it was special, but I suspect because it had celebrity. People want to see in person things they've seen in books or heard about. And if it's "special" then they can somehow feel special.
Modern art never really did it for me so much. I have a sense of watching an empire in decline, the truly artistic souls drifting away from the craft, leaving room for more and more hacks. My favorite painting was probably The Storm, by Edvard Munch, because it evoked honest feeling other than the disdain I felt for so much of the exhibits.
There was a display with two huge walls being blasted by images and the space begin flooded by really bad mood music. There was a big comfortable looking couch ring where people could gather and essentially become part of the display. It was clever, but it made me think of the euthanasia room in Soylent Green.
You have the two classics, Hannibal, the plan man, disillusioned drunk, played by Hutton. The face man is a woman; can't complain. The muscle is a pretty boy that looks like he's related to the Baldwins; he's the other half of the A-Team face character, somewhat impish. The other half of the Mr. T character is a modern computer geek who's atypical in that he seems to be the most together character. The last character is a female cat burglar that they don't seem to know how to write for yet, but holds up a little of the Murdoc crazy.
More white collar, less dead cars and bullets, still the A-Team. Maybe a little mission impossible. Not blow your socks off but entertaining.
Anyway, I just had one of those WTF moments watching the second episode. They're gathering together the troops and the thief is stealing a work of art in "Monaco". It looks like a Van Gogh. Having seen the MoMa exhibit yesterday, I do a double take. The painting that gets stolen is one of those things with a "Cypress" in it. But the one the guard is standing next to is "The Night Cafe". I'd been standing as close at the guard to the original the day before. It was an odd feeling, kind of cool.
I don't much care for Van Gogh, but I found his early stuff fascinating. You know, before he discovered blue, red, and yellow running together in a gaudy mess was where it was at. I thought his night paintings and peasant studies had a lot more soul.
The exhibit was crowded, in spite of limited entry. Perhaps because it was special, but I suspect because it had celebrity. People want to see in person things they've seen in books or heard about. And if it's "special" then they can somehow feel special.
Modern art never really did it for me so much. I have a sense of watching an empire in decline, the truly artistic souls drifting away from the craft, leaving room for more and more hacks. My favorite painting was probably The Storm, by Edvard Munch, because it evoked honest feeling other than the disdain I felt for so much of the exhibits.
There was a display with two huge walls being blasted by images and the space begin flooded by really bad mood music. There was a big comfortable looking couch ring where people could gather and essentially become part of the display. It was clever, but it made me think of the euthanasia room in Soylent Green.