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Hoffman, Phoenix put on a mesmerizing show in ‘Master’ |
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Wednesday, September 26, 2012 |
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By PATRICK HALL
The Wilson Post
Like its two main characters, “The Master” is enigmatic and engaging, but its message is lost in the wake of two outstanding acting performances and provides more questions than answers.
Written and directed by Paul Thomas Anderson, “Master” is the story of World War II Naval veteran Freddie Quell (Joaquin Phoenix), an alcoholic drifter wandering the country following his discharge from the service, and intellectual cult leader Lancaster Dodd (Philip Seymour Hoffman), as they collide and their relationship fumbles through alongside the growth of Dodd’s cult movement “The Cause.”
First and foremost, Phoenix is phenomenal in his major acting return since his “meltdown” of a few years ago. Quell is an enigmatic disaster, destroying every situation he enters from a job as a department store photographer to a social outing with cult followers. His alcoholism shows no signs of soothing any pain but merely adds to his violent nature.
Hoffman delivers an extraordinary performance as Dodd, a.k.a. Master, who is jovial and charismatic, although when his cult is questioned, his anger always finds a way to briefly erupt. When he meets Quell, he sees him as the subject through which he can prove his theories.
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Wednesday, September 26, 2012 |
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By ANGEL KANE
Wilson Living Magazine
Every year when the Fair comes to town, there is one attraction I insist we visit before all others.
You’ve probably seen the attraction yourself.
At the very back of the Fairgrounds you will find a race course. Sometimes there are so many people gathered around the course, that I can’t easily find a spot, so with child in hand, I push and shove my way to the front.
The gun goes off!
And out come the two racing dogs, each with a monkey on their backs. |
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Cumberland golf coach gives PGA players the shaft |
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012 |
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Scott Wilkerson places the right clubs in hands of the pros
By KEN BECK
The Wilson Post
Scott Wilkerson fits tightly into the best of two very different golf worlds.
On a typical Tuesday he may be at a major PGA event fitting Graeme McDowell (the 2010 U.S. Open champion) or another of the world’s greatest golfers with a new hybrid fairway wood. By Thursday he may be found at the Old Hickory Golf Course giving Cumberland University golf team member Ryan Botts a chipping lesson.
Wilkerson, 45, serves as PGA Tour Manager for Adams Golf, a job he hooked in 2004, the same year he became coach of the Cumberland men’s golf team. Three years ago he took the helm of the women’s golf team as well.
“I get the chance to work hand in hand with some of the best players in the world. I always dreamed of playing on the PGA Tour, but this is as close as I can come without playing,” said Wilkerson, who was born and grew up in Lafayette in Macon County. “I’ve gotten to see the world. I went to the British Open this year and have been overseas many times to tour events in countries like New Zealand, Australia and Panama.” |
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Our Feathered Friends - Sept. 19 |
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012 |
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By RAY POPE
Hummers, Hummers, and even more Hummers have taken over the neighborhood, almost makes one want to bob and weave across the yard looking for the safety of the front door. Dotty Kim called Saturday to report that all her feeders are overflowing with birds. As of last count Dotty said she has at least 30 there at her home. I told her when she gets tired to send them my way. As September comes to a close the amount of Hummingbirds will be almost nil. Personally, there will be at least two feeders out all the way through October just in case of some stragglers. Someone asked if keeping their feeders out would cause the Hummers to stay later than usual. I can safely say that when it is time for them to leave, they will go south.
The unknown bird drinking from my mothers Hummer feeder has finally been identified. It returned to feed and she said that my brother got a peek at it. With bird book in hand it was found to be a Northern Flicker, a member of the Woodpecker clan. I was thinking that it was a much smaller bird.
My good friend Anthony Gray stopped by to see me this past Friday, and asked if I would like to eat Chinese on Saturday with him. Well, hmm, does a big brown bear live in the deep woods? It should be against the law to refuse a special friend the chance to dine with you. |
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012 |
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By ANGEL KANE
Wilson Living Magazine
A few months back, I convinced my husband to embark on a small remodeling project.
And actually, remodel is too strong a word. It was really an organizational project.
We are a family of clutter. At any given time there are trails of tennis balls, footballs, baseballs, cleats, shin guards, backpacks, dog leashes, bathing suits, goggles, purses, and files leading the way through our house.
“I just want to put in some built-ins for all this clutter. Maybe bump out the laundry room. That’s all - promise.” were the words that came out of my mouth.
And yet as I sit here writing this afternoon, I’m staring into a huge hole on the side of my house. |
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