Pushing Daisies S01 E07: Smell of Success

Summary:

W start the episode in a similar situation to the Halloween special. Ned is at school and can’t sleep because he misses his old life, specifically his mother’s. This prompts Ned to go to the kitchen and bake a pie. Since he can’t reach the fruit, he revives the rotten ones for the filling. Even though he can’t taste it, the smell of the pie is enough to make him feel loved again. This causes us to skip to the present where he is planting more flowers for the bees in the hopes that it will make Chuck feel loved. Meanwhile, Chuck is looking across the skyline, searching for roofs to expand onto. Ned is concerned though, as he believes the bees are more safe and comfortable in the small area.

We then move to kitchen with Olive bumping into Ned and causing awkwardness to ensue. Even though they discussed, neither is comfortable yet with the romantic feelings that Olive clearly still has. Olive then starts a conversation with Chuck about the aunts, confirming to her that they’re not getting better. Chuck believes that getting the aunts into the water would be the best medicine.

Chuck goes into the kitchen to talk with Ned. She wants to add cup-pies to the menu, with crust made with her honey. Ned disagrees, not willing to change. Chuck argues that adventure and excitement are important, but Ned just wants to keep his simple life.

Meanwhile, the mother of Anita Grey calls Emerson, hoping to hire him to investigate Anita’s death. Before her death, Anita worked in olfactory science with her mentor, Napoleon LeNez. Anita fell in love with LeNez and devoted her life to his work after he shared with her the scent of her grandmother’s unfiltered cigarettes. The two worked on a self-help scratch-and-sniff book.

The trio go to wake Anita, whose body is burnt to a crisp, with amazing make up for a television show. Anita only remembers the smell of her grandmother’s cigarettes before dying. They learn that while using the book, Anita was killed in an explosion. They come to the realization that the book was booby-trapped.

They then leave the morgue to visit LeNez at his apartment. LeNez shows surprising skill as he smells his guests and is able to give a short summary of their characteristics. Interestingly, he smells death on Chuck, but assumes that it is only her perfume. LeNez shares with them that the book is still being released and Emerson finds that his release date was actually moved up.

The scene changes to the aunts’ house where Olive is trying on their old mermaid costumes. Olive, as per the request of Chuck, is trying to convince the aunts to return to the pool, hoping that seeing their old costumes and reminding them of the money will get them into a pool. The conversation changes, though, as Olive finds an old sweater mixed in with the costumes. She learns that it was Chuck’s mother’s and Lily forces Olive to take it with the costumes, going to her “dark place” as the show calls it.

Back at the Pie Hole, Ned and Emerson are sitting at a booth. Emerson shares his belief that a rival author, whose book release was cancelled, had attempted to murder LeNez. Chuck interrupts their conversation and forces Ned to confront his aversion to change. She asks about his exes and Ned, very uncomfortable, reveals that he had had previous girlfriends, but they always drifted apart. Olive then takes Chuck from the booth and explains Lily’s situation. Chuck insists that Olive pushes harder. Ned, looking from the booth, is worried about the quick bonding of Chuck and Olive. While this is happening, Emerson comes to find who the cancelled book author was .

Ned and Emerson go to the author, who is revealed to make adult pop-up books. They grab one of the books and find that is contains steps to making various bombs. While this seems like evidence, the author explains the absurdity. Who would write a book about bombs, then try to kill someone with a bomb? In addition, while the two originally believed the change of publishing was a good thing, the pop-up book author reveals that LeNez was actually moved from a prime holiday spot to no mans land.

Back at the Pie Hole, Olive and Chuck continue to discuss the aunts. Olive goes to fix a clogged sink while Ned enters. Ned unclogs the sink and finds a sock with a threat against LeNez on it. They take the sock to LeNez, and after a sniff, finds that the sock came from the sewer and therefore from his old rival, Oscar Vibenius. In flashback, we learn that the two were lab partners with differing ideas. Oscar believed that people needed the bad smells along with the good, whereas LeNez thought that people should only surround themselves with good smells. LeNez tells them that Oscar works in the sewers.

At the same time, Olive is at the aunts’ house, hoping that the smell of chlorine (an idea that Chuck had) would brighten their spirits. At first it seems to work on Lily, but she brushes it off and hides her feelings.

The trio then go into the sewers to find Oscar. After a few hours of following the “yellow thick tube” and Chuck sharing the story of CHUDs (cannabalistic huanoid underground dwellers) they find Oscar with a hose leading up to the street. Oscar yells at them to run, while LeNez’s car explodes on the street above. The three return to Ned’s apartment while a reporter is discussing the investigation and revealing that sales of LeNez’s books are skyrocketing. Chuck finds the entire situation suspicious. How can Oscar keep missing his target?

After this, we see a short scene shared between Olive and Chuck. Olive gives Chuck her mother’s sweater and begins to cry.

While Emerson and LeNez are interviewed, Oscar shows up at the Pie Hole. While talking with Chuck, Oscar repeats something she said earlier, word-for-word, revealing that he was spying. Oscar then tries to explain that he was actually trying to stop the car bomb. During this conversation, Oscar also smells the death on Chuck, but realizes it is something more, something he’s never smelled before. He also tells them that the gas in the explosion shouldn’t smell like rotten eggs, but it does. Oscar believes that LeNez was faking the attempts on his life in order to raise sales of his book.

Moving to the aunts’ house, we see Vivien confronting Lily about their swimming. Lily is still holding back, not wanting to admit that she quit swimming for more reasons than they told their fans. While Lily still refuses to swim, she is still affected by the smell of chlorine.

Back at LeNez’s apartment where the interview is taking place, Ned searches around. He finds evidence that LeNez was actually the one to leave the threat in Ned’s sink. Emerson and Ned then confront LeNez about his actions. LeNez traps them in his decontamination chamber while poison, explosive gas fills it. LeNez reveals that he never meant to hurt Anita, but her death still caused sales to rocket so he continued to fake attempts on his life. Chuck, Oscar, and Olive then appear, revealing that they had reversed the pumps of the chamber, actually filling LeNez’s apartment with the gas. Once LeNez is incapacitated, they arrest him.

In the ending scenes, we find the aunt’s back in the pool after a stirring song by Vivien, Emerson replacing his knitting needles with pop-up book design, Ned putting cup-pies on his menu, and Oscar being obsessed with Chuck’s scent.

Pros:

-This episode has a mystery that you can actually try to solve before the protagonists.

-Bonding between Chuck and Olive is great.

-The mystery behind Lily’s “dark place” sets up a nice character arc for her.

-Revealing Ned’s reasoning for becoming the Pie Maker is poignant and greatly done.

-The cinematography during the scene when the aunts swim is stunning and some of the best work in the entire show.

Cons:

-Ned and Chuck’s argument for the episode is too easily solved.

-The weekly argument style between Ned and Chuck could be becoming stale for certain audience members.

Overall:

This was never really an episode I remembered all that well, but rewatching it, this has been the best episode that I’ve seen so far. For the most part everything works. The mystery is extremely creative. In addition, they have actually clues hidden in the show for the audience. This is a rarity and most of the clues in other episodes are actually just red herrings. This makes it one of the only episode where the audience can correctly solve the mystery before the protagonists.

In addition to the mystery, the time spent between Olive and Chuck is really special. Showing them bonding and becoming more than just two dimensional rivals is exactly what one hopes to see when presented with two strong female characters. Their friendship may still be rocky and early, but seeing them slowly open up more to one another very realistic and relateable.

Finally, I cannot ignore the last scene between the aunts in this episode. It is really what puts this episode over the top. It is beautifully shot with Vivien running outside in the rain singing and Lily sitting inside with the shadows of rain drops running down her face. It is a beautiful metaphor for the different personalities of the characters. Vivien is heartbroken, but optimistic and willing to move forward, whereas Lily refuses to directly show sadness and doesn’t want to move on. When Lily finally broke and the two swam together again, it felt amazing to watch. There was so much catharsis built into the scene that it was deeply affecting. I have seen this episode multiple times, but this is the first time I ever really noticed the beauty of this scene. I almost cried watching it.

Rating:

10/10 Daisies

P.S. I Lo…

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A love letter is one of the best pieces of paper you’ll ever hold in your hand. It’s more personal than a clothing accessory, more enduring than an edible sweet or a five-second Snapchat, more secret than a wink and a cheery clink. These written declarations of affection have been touching hearts since Ancient Egypt. But times indeed have changed – keyboards have replaced quills, and ‘thee’ got thrown out for ‘u’. The love letter now teeters on the cliff of extinction. If I could, I would make a campaign badge: SAVE THE LOVE LETTER! Help protect this rare species this Valentine’s Day by penning one of your very own to anyone you want to share your words with: whether it’s your best friend, your grandma, your SO, or your neighbor. A letter says that you’ve taken the time to think and write thoughtfully and reflectively on your love for this being that you share the planet and your life with. And who doesn’t love getting mail??

Not sure where to start? Here are some tips to write the most heartfelt and genuine letter without being too cheesy, cliché, or Hallmark-y.

  1. Think ink. A real paper letter gives the recipient the sheer pleasure of opening up an envelope. It allows you to be a little cheeky and hide it where they least expect it. Your one-of-a-kind handwriting technique flavors the text in a way that no one else could accomplish. Plus, why risk the chance of an overzealous spellcheck  and spam filters? You want to be sure that the exact letter you write is seen by the person you love.
  2. Address to Impress. “Dear” is so overrated. This isn’t an email to your professor (at least I hope not!!). Make your greeting unique and get your reader smiling from the get-go. “Dearest Duck,” said Lady to Lord Byron. “My dear little lunatic,” wrote the actress Juliette Drouet to Victor Hugo. When in doubt, get a little wacky, get a little retro, get a little silly.
  3. Flavor it with details. Make sure to flag all the quirky things you like about your reader. Let them know you didn’t copy the default template for “How-To Write a Love Letter.” Think both physically (“the lines on your face that crinkle when you smile”) and mentally (“how you’ve literally memorized the whole Tim the Enchanter scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail”). Let glimpses into your own daily life color your paper: “As I sit here writing to you in the Diag, people must be wondering why I’m smiling so much.” Recollect the first time you met, your favorite shared experience together, ponder about the next thing you want to do together to knock something off your bucket lists.
  4. Avoid clichés. That’s right. If you’re being paid to write cards for Hallmark, then by all means, bring on the cheesiness. But, for real? None of this “two souls entwined” crap. Gush too much and the game is over. Find the perfect balance between authentic feeling and hearts-for-eyes emoji.
  5. Intertextualize. Perhaps you have really tiny handwriting and you’re worried that you don’t have enough to say to appropriately fill the entire paper (at least two-thirds down the page is adequate). Think of your reader’s favorite movie, song, book, or play. There isn’t one out there that doesn’t include some romantic love. It will show that you really have paid attention to what they love. And gives your brain a moment’s rest, but still packs all the same punch. Alternatively, you can…
  6. Include a poem. But not a “how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” Everyone knows that. Instead try something a little more obscure to add to the uniqueness. Try Frank O’Hara’s ‘Animals’ or Pablo Neruda’s ‘I Do Not Love You‘ or Simon Armitage’s “You’re Beautiful.”

7. PG-13, please! Remember these letters are a kind of artifact. When you pass, you never know who will find them. And you don’t want to win a posthumous Bad Sex (Writing) Award, do you? So let’s keep it clean please, and let E.L. James do all the dirty work.

8. Sincerely… “Believe in me” (Juliette to Victor again) is heartstopping. Henry VIII’s “No more for fear of annoying you” to Anne Boleyn is awkwardly endearing. Dump the dreary “Yours truly” for something a little more creative.

9. Handle with Care. Send love letters only to those you can trust with them. Remember, these words are fragments of your soul. Mark the envelope as “FRAGILAY.” Likewise, treat any letters you’re so lucky to receive with kindness. Keep these paper relics – from past flings and present flames – for yourself and your mental scrapbook. Now that’s so much more than …

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P.S.  Interested in reading famous people’s love letters? Check out: http://thoughtcatalog.com/rachel-hodin/2014/01/the-16-most-beautifully-touching-love-letters-from-famous-writers-and-artists/.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Uncomfortable

We are all familiar with the cliché of the struggling artist: the cellist who sacrificed using electricity for months to save up to study in Italy, the singer whose only family was the church, and the pianist that found healing in the moments where their fingers danced across the black and ivory keys. Their music is profound. The depth of their sound comes from the depths of their life experience and they posses that magical something that transforms notes on the page to a sound that captures the essence of what it means to be human.

While there are tremendous artists who are borne of such circumstances, many come from much more affluent roots and whose struggles to survive and thrive were limited in respect to the clichés of a “true” musician’s origin. Many of these students are quite good, technically proficient and go on to have successful careers, yet what is it that separates an artist from simply being good to having the ability to touch each and every member of the audience? My thoughts? It is being uncomfortable.

This idea was brought up to me by a friend earlier this week. I was complaining about having to sing a piece in Aria Preparation that I did not feel was right for me vocally and which I had only been assigned a few weeks prior. I was preemptively embarrassed to sing in front of a room of graduate students and a professor that I am slightly obsessed with and am convinced is a genius, and was ruminating on how with more time, a different aria or a different day I would sound 10x better than I knew I was going to in a few short minutes.

Her response? She began talking about how she had started running over break. Her sister had suggested that they go for a 5 mile run and my friend immediately knew that wasn’t going to happen so they settle on going on a quick 2 mile run. Halfway through the run she reached a state of perpetual discomfort – it was not pleasant, it was not painful but rather a general sense of awareness that she was asking her body to do more than it was prepared to do, although it was fully capable of performing the task. Following the run her sister informed her that she had been tricked – they had run the 5 miles.

So how does this all tie in? Being uncomfortable pushes you to accomplish the things which you are physically capable of doing but mentally scared to try. Whether it is running five miles or singing a new aria this state of discomfort is not only desirable but required for growth at a rate that turns a runner or an artist from good to great. Being uncomfortable is not the same thing as being in pain – pain means you are not ready – but being uncomfortable is the key to growing faster and going farther.

Romance, Here I Come

So I know I talked about Jane the Virgin a couple of weeks ago, but there was an important fact about the show that I forgot to mention.

Besides the million other things that I love about the show, one fact that I’ve always found comforting is that Jane aspires to be a writer. Though she has a degree in teaching, English specifically, her dream is to be a writer. And she actively pursues that dream, oftentimes over her romantic interests – right now, she’s in a creative writing cohort in graduate school.

But this wasn’t all that impressed me about her. To be honest, stories about writers are dime a dozen. For some reason, writers love to write about writers. Call it vanity, but it’s true. No, it wasn’t the fact that Jane was an inspiring writer. It was the fact that she’s an aspiring romance writer.

And guess what? No one says anything about it. Nothing. Her advisor doesn’t call her writing silly. Her mom doesn’t wonder why she doesn’t write a different genre. None of her romantic interests has ever questioned that maybe romance writing is not actually writing, that it’s not serious writing.

Nope. Nada. Nein. Jane is, and always will be, an unapologetic romance writer. And that shouldn’t actually be surprising. But it totally is.

Although I won’t name names, I will say that one time, I got an interesting critique back on a short story. It was, in a way, a romance, but a fabricated one. It wasn’t about love, it was about obsession, and it was meant as a thoughtful questioning of what is the difference between those two. But, in short, yes, it was about a relationship, this one between a man and a woman. But the critique? I remember words like “not feeling it” and “the vibe is wrong,” though this is probably also partially from my poor memory. But one that I do remember? “I don’t think I’m your intended audience.”  

Intended audience or not, does it really matter? Does it matter that my writing was borderline romance? Does it matter if I talked about love? Does it matter if the center of the story was a relationship?

I remember, even though that story was definitely a tough critique, one of my harder ones, that’s what hurt me the most. This person, whatever gender, didn’t take my story seriously enough because automatically it was categorized as romance. And because of it, I couldn’t get a serious critique about it, and it was harder to see what I could change to make the story better without thinking about the “intended audience” and whether I was pleasing that audience.

I was thinking about this in part because it’s Valentine’s Day this weekend, partially because Jane the Virgin was about her romance this week, and partially because I’ve been bingeing a very explicitly romance series.

But you know what? Despite the fact that it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m technically alone, instead of being lame, I’m going to the poetry reading at Literati on Saturday by Amber Tamblyn and then I’m going to do yoga with my best friends. You know what else I’m gonna do? I’m going to watch my romance movies, my romance TV shows, my romance everything. And I’m going to love it and not be ashamed.

Oh, and you know what else? I’m going to write romance. Unapologetic, unabashed, fantastic, life-changing romance. And you’re going to like it.

Art Against All Odds

Art is a privilege. So many people around the world have had to, or still do, hide their art. But art is special. It’s different. It’s a part of us. And we won’t give it up.

Some people are lucky; making and sharing art is easy for them. It comes in the form of little doodles at the top of a loose-leaf piece of paper during a long lecture. It shows up when you tap your foot to the beat of a song you just can’t get out of your head. It’s even there when you’re cleaning and, mid-sweep; find yourself in the middle of a beautiful twirl as if you’re a ballerina.

For some people, though, art isn’t as easy. Art takes more time, is more difficult to do, more effort to create. Someone might have told these people that art just isn’t for them, that they should do something else with their time. They may have even believed those skeptics. But, that doesn’t mean they stopped doing it.

Today I’d like to highlight three artists who I recently became aware of who, against all odds, have created, or continue to create, something beautiful. These people are Mariusz Kędzierski, John Bramblitt, and Paul Smith.

At only 23-years-old, Mariusz Kędzierski is the youngest of my selected artists. He was born without hands, but that hasn’t stopped him from showing the world his artistic talent. Kędzierski started drawing when he was just 16 and hasn’t stopped since. He uses his arms to draw incredibly realistic pictures and portraits that take him hours to finish, but look as if they could be photographs by the time he is done. Mariusz Kędzierski is a self-taught artist who never ceases to amaze me. His work is truly something we’re lucky to see.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kb27YkdcIE

John Bramblitt overcomes a different challenge every time he goes to the easel. Bramblitt was born with vision, but lost his sight fully in 2001 after a series of epileptic seizures. For a lot of people, that would have been the end of their artistic careers, but for Bramblitt, his loss of sight was actually the beginning. Bramblitt has developed a few techniques to help him paint, but the most important is his use of raised lines on a canvas, which help him to navigate his paintings. He then uses either Brailed paint tubes or different textured oil paints to create full and vibrant paintings that seem to reflect the colors our emotions would show rather than our eyes. John Bramblitt is an incredibly inspiring man and artist. His work is an honor to see.

And last, but not least, is Paul Smith, the typewriter artist. Unfortunately, I didn’t learn about Paul Smith until after his death, which happened almost 10 years ago when he was 85; but that doesn’t mean I am unable to appreciate the beautiful art he made in this world. Smith was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy when he was a baby, which caused him to take more time to learn various tasks and fine motor skills. However, Smith figured out how to make art even with his difficulties. He adopted a typewriter as his paintbrush when he was just 11-years-old and continued to “paint” until he couldn’t anymore due to old age. Smith used symbol keys on the top row of his typewriter’s keyboard. He worked in black-and-white until colored typewriters were invented, taking weeks, even months, to create his pictures. His art is impressive from afar, but even more so when viewed up close so the symbols are seen. While Paul Smith may not still be living, his art surpasses his life and continues to inspire. We are privileged to have the chance to see it.

Of course, these are not the only artists worth mentioning, but they are the artists I have chosen to highlight. All of these people did not see their disabilities as endings, but as opportunities to create beauty. Humans are amazing creatures, and they helped to prove that. These incredible people remind me, and I hope you, too, that art is inside us all, just waiting to come out. All we have to do is find our way, and we can all be artists.

From a Gender Sign to One of the Greatest Car Chase Scenes of All Time

“What was the first anime you ever watched?”
“Dragonball.”
“Sailor Moon.”
“Pokemon.”

These are but typical answers for a dull question. I don’t think I’ve ever sat down and watched every single episode of these shows or read every single chapter of the manga the shows were based on. I specifically remember watching Dragonball quite sporadically, to the point where the narrative never made sense to me.

For nostalgic purposes, I recently picked up a copy of the first volume of the Dragonball manga series by Akira Toriyama. But like I said, I never read the entirety of the series, and ironically, I never even read the first chapters before. So this nostalgia was very narrow, for I was nostalgic for the aesthetic and characters rather than the narrative itself. Anyways, here is a notable scene I encountered.

In the manga, there is a moment where, after having slept in the same vehicle/mobile home as Bulma, Goku gets up and finds a sleeping Bulma. He then finds her “pillow,” pats the area a couple of times, and then takes off her panties to discover she has no balls at which point his panicked scream wakes up Bulma. He screams at her, “You have no balls!” She thinks he is talking about the Dragonballs and is completely oblivious to what had transpired during her slumber.

“What? Is this legit?”
Turns out it was, apparently I was completely oblivious to the instances of panty dropping and flashing in the anime.

But now, before we get all hot and bothered and classify Dragonball as some borderline soft porn, lets consider the context of this scene. The scene is actually quite funny if you think about it. You just have to consider the context; Goku has never seen a girl up until he met Bulma. He thought everyone had tails until he met her. This is innocent, nothing sensual about it.

Which brings me to a work that predates these famed shows and manga – Lupin III. This manga is downright raunchy at times. Lupin is not just a thief, but he is also sex hungry. Leaping out of his clothes and jumping on top of women (who are virtually indistinguishable from one another, all of them sporting Barbie-like proportions) who are lying naked on beds in some bedroom of the building he is robbing. The manga also doesn’t shy away from full nudity, however, an interesting stylistic choice is that Monkey Punch, or Kazuhiko Katō, the creator of the series, draws Lupin’s penis as the gender sign for males. Does this objectify men? Stating that the entirety of the gender can be reduced to the penis? I guess, very slightly. But not nearly as much as the naked women who seem to appear every other chapter in this manga. Also, I mean, the gender sign penis is kind of funny. But anyways, maybe you’d think the manga would stop at nudity. No. No it doesn’t. There are explicit lines about climaxing and pleasure and graphic Lupin on objectified woman action.

Now, why am I reading this? I seem to be saying that it’s horrible, yet here I am, reading it, again. One reason is because I love the art style. It’s incredibly sketchy, and it feels borderline unfinished at times. However, the quick lines and overtly cartoonish postures and expressions add a kinetic energy to the art that I find rare in overly polished comic book art. This is reflective of crudeness of the content at times. Which works. For a long time, Monkey Punch had failed to really develop the characters beyond mere cartoonish caricatures. I mean, the manga volume I’m pulling these scenes from, was published in 2004. It isn’t very progressive, especially considering the second reason as to why I’m reading the manga.

Perhaps the most famous version of Lupin III is his depiction in the film, The Castle of Cagliostro, by the now retired Hayao Miyazaki. This was Miyazaki’s debut and it improved upon the source material in so many ways. First of all, the gender sign penis was gone, the vast quantities of sexual drive was gone, Lupin was now far more chivalrous, and the focus of the film in general was shifted towards a heavy concentration in the adventure aspect of the series. First and foremost, Lupin III is about a thief with a blend of Indiana Jones-esque adventure and James Bond debonair. Miyazaki nails this. Honestly, there was nobody better suited to direct Lupin in the proper manner than Studio Ghibli guru – for he excels at creating films primarily for children.

But although he got rid of most of the adult content, he still retained the cartoonish essence at the heart of the original. This feels like the opposite of the direction many comic book movies are taking nowadays. Miyazaki embraces the silliness and is not concerned in slathering on a layer of drab malaise and deep brooding to characters who were never like that in the first place. Perhaps all directors should see this movie so they may learn about how important it is to retain the essence.

I’ll end with a clip from the film that showcases this arguably inexplicable feel of joy that is so subtly captured in this film. Spielberg himself described this scene as arguably the best car chase scene of all time, simply because you can see how much the characters are enjoying the chase. It also helps that they are in an adorable little Fiat 500.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxbum3is6G0