tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291917312024-03-06T21:57:39.803-08:00The Bicameral MindNo Julian Jaynes gossip, but plenty of (very) amateur humour, movie/tv/book/music talk, and avoidance of personal anecdote.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-78352195387641322912008-02-21T10:35:00.000-08:002008-02-21T10:55:51.475-08:00Bloggers condemned to one hundred years of solitude have no second reader on earth.Hi folks,<br />As you probably already surmised, my interest in facetious, impersonal blogging has pretty much run its course for the time being. If I ever devise a plan to attract even fewer readers, I will trumpet my return. Until then, I'm going to go lay down in Nickajack Cave and wait for a spiritual epiphany (if it's not too cold there).Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-26840413924731699622007-12-30T10:39:00.000-08:002007-12-30T20:29:48.228-08:00'07 films (more or less) that I saw in '07in approximate order of preference<br /><br />The top tier:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCgXIgAgM-v3CNlYK4UqZK-rnDwgnFE_y9uBoCfB2eN2q5HtOdW2jvn175mKnoNZNVFx4lDbjpsJnfbBmiuyK0FfGYwXbJACMBBI7NKfWseroibFMGpxv7QVz_jT6Faw7ezRXS/s1600-h/InlandEmpire.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCgXIgAgM-v3CNlYK4UqZK-rnDwgnFE_y9uBoCfB2eN2q5HtOdW2jvn175mKnoNZNVFx4lDbjpsJnfbBmiuyK0FfGYwXbJACMBBI7NKfWseroibFMGpxv7QVz_jT6Faw7ezRXS/s400/InlandEmpire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149861942136589746" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqhZC-P__K8dCfJknbZbkBHGYQeeJslEo7uoMN3BdjH5FO4WA1x12fMS9itgFL5VS2s4_EAG9orh9SBgkiQD4HUMYcyMJycLOtnyuDaUdhPZ3iu6zVJgFfj0TvO52RJodjDWX/s1600-h/imnotthere.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2HKxC-C1R3vOQSU7TSBJOiCWajeO9ubgMUHmz2U-z41fP-8fDFG8DyXG7NJQOP3Al78OMS0HtEJRs1E2hYuYzndBYK-qxMqC7nLha55kX90I2_rtWGxOLWCkO-nA0w93UatT/s400/mr-brooks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149989266442079682" /></a><br /><br />GRINDHOUSE finished dead last (behind the lowly MR. BROOKS) and thus doesn't get a still :pChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-6122013682178455172007-12-26T07:24:00.000-08:002007-12-27T10:51:11.177-08:00This list is as half-hearted as the guy from LCD Soundsystem's vocalsHere they are, my favorite Hott Traxx and Jammz(z) -- accompanied by YOUR least-favorite weak quips -- of '07:<br /><br />1. Amy Winehouse - "Rehab;" even though this song was a lot more fun before she turned into Shane McGowan with a beehive. <br /><br />2. Ted Leo & The Pharmacists – "Rappaport's Testament: I Never Gave Up;" In a typical example of my denseness, I still don't know the story behind this song. Also, I normally don't place cover songs at the top of my best-of lists, unless the tune in question was originally done by Roxette. Nevertheless, TL really stomps some ass on this Chumbawumba cover. He also made the only (non-comedy) album I was really crazy about this year, which is why there's no albums list yet. I know, where else can you possibly get your fix of year-end listmaking?!?<br /><br />3. Jay Reatard – "I Know a Place;" I typed out a little ironic routine about this song title answering the previous sentence, but after a bit of reflection I think the prudent course is to acknowledge the coincidence and move on. <br /><br />4. Feist – "1234;" I already accepted a couple of years ago that commercials are the new radio. I'm sure there's no shortage of people hating on this cathcy song with simple lyrics as they trip over themselves trying to find the next forgettable indie-prog sensation ("They have the pretension of Yes, but none of the competence!")<br /><br />5. Von Sudenfed – "The Rhinohead;" Mark E. Smith's trademark mutterings seem weirdly suited to dance music. I bet his presence would've even improved that Fatboy Slim concert film (!) I caught a portion of on Starz the other day. At the very least, he'd look better in a Hawaiian shirt than Norman Cook. <br /><br />6. Radiohead – "All I Need;" Since this was my favorite song on <em>In Rainbows</em>, and my least favorite moment was the sputtering percussion that opens the album, I'm sure I've lost whatever sliver of acerbic credibility I had somewhere. <br /><br />7. The Black Lips – "O Katrina;" Unless I've completely misinterpreted this song's meaning, I believe it's also about the guy from "Rappaport's Testament," except told from a female perspective. Imagine that subject turning up twice in one year! <br /><br />8. Heavy Trash - "They Were Kings;" Jon Spencer dispenses with tired rock canon reverence and pays tribute to unsung bands like the Cheater Slicks and Destination Lonely for a change. Can a Doo Rag biopic be far behind? <br /><br />9. Robert Wyatt – "Just as You Are;" A great duet between Wyatt and his wife Alfreda Benge. Almost as touching as Serge and Charlotte Gainsbourg's "Lemon Incest." <br /><br />10. Iron & Wine – "Boy With a Coin," Loved his homemade debut a few years ago, but that wispy voice doesn't always grab me in a more produced setting. This song did.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-37518197553321529602007-12-26T06:54:00.000-08:002007-12-26T07:01:48.524-08:00Reads 2007I made some progress this year in turning around my unprecedentedly lazy (for me) reading habits of 2006. I resolved to push dvds (tough), internet (ok) and social events (piece of cake) aside long enough to finish at least one book per month. Some of these were finished as quickly as one day and the longest took three months. This coming year I’m upping the ante to an average of <em>two</em> per month (please, temper your incredulity). That’s right, <em>Tree of Smoke </em>and <em>Brothers Karamazov</em>, prepare to be consumed by a reader of above-average voraciousness. These are in rough order of preference:<br /><br />The Violent Bear It Away – Flannery O’Connor<br />Gilead – Marilynne Robinson<br />Immortality - Milan Kundera<br />The Big Sleep – Raymond Chandler<br />The Master and Margarita – Mikhail Bulgakov<br />In Persuasion Nation – George Saunders<br />Herzog on Herzog - Paul Cronin and Werner Herzog<br />The Optimist’s Daughter – Eudora Welty<br />Into the Wild – Jon Krakauer<br />*about ½ of the Studs Terkel Reader<br />The Zanzibar Chest – Aidan Hartley<br />No Country for Old Men – Cormac McCarthy<br />The Areas of My Expertise – John Hodgman<br />The Code of the Woosters – P.G. Wodehouse<br />A Man Without a Country - Kurt Vonnegut<br />The Moviegoer – Walker Percy<br />Slapstick – Kurt Vonnegut<br />Country: The Twisted Roots of Rock n Roll – Nick Tosches<br />33 1/3: Loveless – Mike McGonical<br /><br />Also read a couple of chapters of William Vollman’s <em>Rising Up, Rising Down</em>. I should finish a couple more by the time I retire. Currently reading: <em>The God Delusion</em> – Richard DawkinsChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-89572872732765086132007-12-10T09:50:00.000-08:002007-12-10T10:20:55.659-08:00Please see "Mr. Brooks" for a real-life version of this gameA few months ago I went through a couple rounds of the "Build-a-Movie Game" on the Friends of Tom board, which as usual only a couple of people participated in (what, does everyone have jobs or something? Pheh). This is where you're given three names and you have to devise a plot for a movie starring all three. Here's what I came up with for my suggestions:<br /><br />Jim Brown, James Dean, Charo:<br /><br />Jim Brown and James Dean star in this landmark drama as two men who overcome their racial differences and become closer than brothers, only to have their bond shattered by a pair of ferociously gyrating hips. While researching his family tree, Brown discovers that he and rival construction worker Dean are both direct descendents of the brutal <a href="http://www.amazon.com/King-Leopolds-Ghost-Heroism-Colonial/dp/0618001905/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1197309421&sr=1-2">King Leopold II </a>of Belgium, who raped and/or artificially inseminated Congolese slaves and Belgian peasants alike. Stunned by a blood relation they didn't think possible, the two of them steal Dean's father's convertible and embark on a spiritual quest to Mexico, all the while brawling with rednecks and flouting society's corrupt rules. Once they arrive, however, both are tempted by vivacious nightclub singer Charo, who's also married to a famous bandleader/powerful, ruthless gangster (Xavier Cugat as himself). Soon Dean and Brown are rivals again and engage in a knockdown, drag out fight, after which Brown is gunned down in the street by Cugat's henchmen. Dean, overcome with guilt, swears revenge and trails the tuneful thug to his sprawling mansion. There he enacts deadly revenge upon Cugat, only to be coldbloodedly shot and killed by Charo while fleeing the premises (and possibly the premise). The only film ever made by director Brendan Fraser Sr. broke racial barriers across the nation upon its initial release and still has the power to shock today. Don't miss <em>Black Heart, White Pout</em>.<br /><br /><br />Jay-Z, Betty White, Martin Short:<br /><br />Shawn "Jay-Z" Carter makes his surprising acting debut in this quirky, sensitive comedy drama from the people who brought you <em>Otters Holding Hands</em> (2009). Jigga plays Norman Westphal, a lonely Tae Bo instructor who spends all his free time collecting 78 RPM records and playing virtual world games like Third Life and Cyber Topeka. The course of his life irrevocably changes when he befriends two fellow eccentrics: Mabel Balducci (Betty White), a crotchety yet lovable ex-Broadway hoofer with Tourette's whose private press records Norman discovers at a friend's garage sale; and neighbor Zazz Gunnerson (Martin Short), a jittery, anxious, facially scarred bus driver who never got over his wife's death in a freak spelunking accident and is also obsessed with 60's French pop. The three of them decide to break out of their shells and embark on an epic cross country trip to New York, where Mabel hopes to nail one last Broadway audition. Due to a series of quirky circumstances, however, they must use a beat-up old jet pack that belonged to Zazz's uncle as their mode of transportation. Watch them hold on for emotional and physical life as they jet pack their way through a hilariously melancholy emotional journey that culminates in Norman's Mabel-inspired decision to cut a rap demo, which he performs in French as a tribute to Zazz. The film will inexplicably be named Boys <em>and Girls in America</em> after the Hold Steady album, and Craig Finn will have a cameo as a Davy Crockett hat-wearing street poet.<br /><br /><br />Eminem, James Garner, Dabney Coleman:<br /><br />Marshall Mathers had reitred from the rap game and was enjoying a life of luxury, going so far as to sell his massive white t-shirt collection on eBay and remodel his home studio into a doggie day care center. But his peaceful existence is shattered by the return of a dangerous foe he thought was gone forever: his obsessed “biggest fan,” Stan. Turns out the rapper’s hit single was more autobiographical than he let on, and that the real Stan wasn’t actually in the car that went off the bridge at the end of the song. Instead, it was Stan’s brother Matthew, who was “an even bigger fan” of the rapper and thus had to be eliminated via the old brick-on-the-accelerator trick (NOTE: the authorities were never able to properly identify the bodies of Matthew or Stan’s girlfriend because gaseous pollution from a nearby power plant caused their bones to melt). Now Eminem once again finds himself on the receiving end of threatening letters like this one:<br /><br /><em>Dear Slim,<br />Writing a song about my story was in questionable taste<br />So I’m going to turn you into a form of edible paste.<br />I saw you last weekend at the Zach Galifianakis show<br />Now I’ll have to stab your atlantoaxialis lateralis slow</em><br /><br />And so on.<br /><br />Slim Shady becomes even more alarmed after hearing about the grisly murder of Sir Elton John (James Garner, in a taut-yet-flamboyant cameo), with whom he performed “Stan” on the Grammy awards a few years ago. One night, in an elaborate set-piece, Elton is lured to a dinosaur museum where he believes he’ll be performing a benefit show for the Duke of Gloucester. Instead, he finds a hooded Stan waiting for him with a variety of crude but effective weapons fashioned from pterodactyl bones. An elaborate game of cat and mouse follows, culminating in Stan cornering Elton on the roof of the museum. Stan, whose face we never clearly see, pulls a gun and gravely intones “It’s only fitting that one dinosaur should kill another,” before shooting the skylight glass out from under Elton’s feet. The former Rocket Man plunges to the floor, where he’s impaled on a triceratops horn just before impact. Stan looks down at his well-predicted handiwork and spits out a terse “Goodbye English chode” before swiftly fleeing the scene.<br /><br />Determined not to end up like Elton in any way, Eminem seeks out the one man he believes can help: Phil Collins (played by Dabney Coleman), whose song “In the Air Tonight” Eminem briefly referenced in “Stan” and who he becomes convinced is the disturbed fan’s next target. Having murdered a stalker in self-defense in the early 80’s (an incident which formed the basis of Genesis’ hit “Tonight, Tonight, Tonight,”) Collins is widely considered to be a grizzled, deadly expert in such matters. He reluctantly agrees to go along with Eminem’s plan to lure Stan to Collins’ mansion, knock him unconscious, pose him funny, and then call the authorities. While laying in wait in his office for Stan one fateful, stormy night, and with Eminem waiting in the next room, Collins absentmindedly fiddles with some unopened mail, until a certain suspicious envelope catches his eye. He slowly opens it and reads the letter inside, which is printed on Dr. Dre “Chronic 2001” stationary and reveals the movie’s shocking plot twist…<br /><br />SPOILER<br /><br />SPOILER<br /><br />SPOILER<br /><br />…that Eminem is actually Stan and always has been!!! The letter from Eminem unfurls the whole sick plot: that the stalker Phil murdered was Eminem’s real biological father (who Em repeatedly claimed he never knew); that the rapper’s entire career, the “In the Air Tonight” reference in “Stan,” and the Elton John murder were all just elaborate ploys to gain him access to the scene of his father’s murder (i.e. Phil’s house); that Matthew was actually Eminem’s brother and that Stan’s girlfriend who died was actually Eminem’s ex-wife Kim Mathers, who was later replaced in public appearances by a Russian-born look-a-like paid to go along with the ruse. A sheet-white Collins looks up to see Eminem standing behind him holding the instrument that killed his father: a self-defense drumstick with a retractable blade protruding from the thick end. Eminem maces Collins and rushes at him with the drumstick, but the English rocker instinctually dodges him and the blade becomes lodged in Collins’ desk. While Eminem struggles to free the drumstick from its temporary mahogany jail, a blinded Collins runs through the halls of his sprawling mansion in a desperate attempt to escape. As Eminem stalks him through the house, Collins must also endure the rapper’s newfound love of sinister quips, such as: “Hey Phil, since you can’t see anything does that mean you have an… invisible touch, lol?” (and yes, he pronounces “el-oh-el” out loud to enhance his evilness)<br /><br />Thankfully, a diversion is provided during the melee by the sudden arrival of R&B singer Phillip Bailey, who dueted with Collins on the #1 hit “Easy Lover” in 1984. Bailey senses that Collins is in danger via some unspecified psychic ability, but almost immediately upon entering the house he’s stabbed with an axe that Eminem finds laying around in the pantry. Collins, having regained sufficient eyesight, seizes this opportunity to sneak up behind Eminem, grab the drumstick, and stab him in the neck in the exact same spot where his father died. As Phil thrusts the blade deeper, he turns the tables on Eminem pun-wise and growls “I’m sending you to ‘another green world,’ which is also a Brian Eno album I played drums on,” just before dropping the rap superstar to the floor in a lifeless heap.<br /><br />An exhausted Collins then collapses on the floor as we fade to black. When we fade back in, three months have passed and we see Phil sitting in his garden, soaking up sunshine as his maid brings him the mail. A particularly ominous envelope causes him to freeze, and as he slowly opens it we see the letter inside is printed on Dr. Dre “Chronic 2012” stationary. He drops the envelope to the ground in terror and the camera pans in on the return address, which belongs to Eminem’s daughter, Hailie (NOTE: it’ll just say “Hailie,” and in the final cut we realized we didn’t explain that’s his daughter’s name, so I’m telling you now so you’ll know).Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-52430939481634512822007-11-25T21:27:00.000-08:002007-11-27T07:33:45.883-08:00A Blog with 50 pounds of headlines stapled to its chestTwo of my all-time heroes be rackin' up Frequent Blogger miles lately and are cleared for takeoff to your Fascination Zone (I think it's time to go to bed):<br /><br /><a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/monitormix/">Carrie Brownstein</a> likes q-tips, hates precious music (mirroring my tastes exactly)<br /><a href="http://www.scharplingandwurster.com/">Tom Scharpling</a> reviews every James Bond movie ever; mocks Bill Parcells lookalikes.<br /><br />Also, I thought either <em>No Country For Old Guys</em> or <em>There Won't Not Be Blood</em> would have Movie of the Year honours locked up, but it turns out <em>I'm Not There</em> is a contender too. More on that later. Don't read any other blogs til I get back... not even the ones I linked. If you do, I'll be able to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urpMQ-2KNho">smell it</a>.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-9873010901152433042007-11-16T15:07:00.000-08:002007-11-17T20:04:14.770-08:00BeowulfI don't know if I've ever known anyone - including me (not to be confused with the villainous, wraithlike <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_circus">Not Me</a>) - who actually enjoyed this dumb poem. I suppose it's only fitting that they've adapted it into a supremely goofy-looking entry in the "I'M-YELLING-LIKE-BRAVEHEART" genre of film. One thing's for sure, I highly doubt Crispin Glover's performance as Beowulf's monstrous, large-tailed foe Grendel tops my own portrayl of the creature from my Old English literature class in college. Like most of the class exercises from this period, I don't recall what the point was, but everyone had to form groups and act out scenes from the material we had read that semester. I was assigned to portray the scaly villain Grendel, perhaps because my icy paleness fostered rumours of reptillian blood that hounded me throughout my scholastic life. This in-class performance entailed (ho ho) fashioning an elaborate costume that consisted of a fierce nametag pointedly identifying myself as the waste-laying monster, and a prop tail sewn together by a cowed classmate from old pillows or something.<br /><br />While Sir Dwight Sheckman, the author of <em>Beowulf</em>, portrays Grendel as a fierce killing machine in the early stanzas, I called upon my Methodd* training to unlock the diffident nature at the character's core; disposing of my enemies with appropriately wry nonchalance rather than unseemly vigor. When I was called upon to convey Grendel's panicked terror during his losing battle to Beowulf, I let forth the thundering, soul-shattering utterance, "Ow, my tail;" a moment that so rocked my classmates they had no recourse but to laugh to ease the unbearable dramatic tension in the room. Finally, once I, GrendelChris (the line where my character ended and I began had become distressingly blurred), was dispatched to the icy depths, I compounded my character's misery by intentionally getting my tail caught in the door following my dramatic exit from the classroom. Needless to say, word of my world-beating performance reverberated across select portions of the campus for a good hour or so after class.<br /><br />But if I may quote one of Sir Sheckman's own lines to reflect the aftermath of this event, "We mayest be thru with Grendel, but Grendel sureth ain't thru with us." I found, dear reader, that one cannot disappear so deeply into the mind of a monster without sacrificing a part of oneself. But what black inner morass spawned in place of my old self? To this day I cannot say, except that it may be nestled in the liver. All I know is, the urge to don The Tail and swat at passerby remains strong, and on some languid nights it's all I can do to summon the strength to supress it. Will I manage to keep the monster at bay? Will Crispin Glover finally pay me some much-deserved royalties? And how will Auntie Anne's pretzels figure into future events? Stay tuned...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*a style of acting that utilizes a concentrated lack of effort to uncover a powerfully incompetent form of dramatic truth; not to be confused with the the "Method" taught by Lee Strasberg, which mainly involves excessive twitching and biting the heads off rodents.</span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-11026559136964571872007-11-11T16:57:00.000-08:002007-11-12T07:08:48.080-08:00You can't help but compare yourself against the old bloggers.Cormac McCarthy's recent <a href="http://www.time.com/time/printout/0,8816,1673269,00.html">chat with the Coen Brothers</a> in TIME revealed that over the years, whenever he wasn't building shelter or memorizing antique dictionaries, he had time to see at least a few movies (appropriately enough, he's a Malick fan). Maybe he had at least a flickering thought of a film adaptation in the back of his mind when he was writing his atypically brisk thriller <em>No Country For Old Men</em>, the only one of the six McCarthy books I've read so far that seemed tailor-made for the screen; what with its cattle gun-and-air tank-wielding supervillain, its outrageous but not-undigestible violence, and its ambiguously gay wizards and witches. Thankfully, the Coen Brothers were of course smart enough to realize the potential for cinematic greatness there on the page, provided there was no excessive tinkering. Of course, I read plenty of fretful comments on the intertubes about how the Coens would supposedly ruin the material with their "wink-wink approach," as if that's all they ever bring to the table, and as if McCarthy's work were 100% humorless. I would think both author and filmmakers are at least somewhat bemused, for instance, at the sheriff in <em>No Country</em> who laments the presence of "kids with green hair and bones in their noses" on the streets of small Texas towns, even if the concern for our decaying world is real. So if it looked to you from the previews and trailers of this movie that the Coens nailed it, they did. Well, you could argue the ending is somewhat deflating, but it worked for me, and reminded me how <em>No Country</em> can be seen as a pre-apocalyptic prelude to <em>The Road</em>.<br /><br />Now bring on the other film of 2007 that looks like some fantasy movie draft pick, <em>There Will Be Blood</em>. Kudos to Paul Thomas Anderson for turning one of the two phrases that guarantee box office success into an actual film title (the other one being <em>There Won't Be Balls</em>).Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-35002290218140541632007-11-01T15:11:00.000-07:002007-11-03T05:50:01.430-07:00Just in time for Halloween!<em>The Shining</em> recently topped some British poll of the scariest horror movies (just take my word for it - don't stifle me with your link orthodoxy, man). This despite the fact that only the beginning of the movie is all that creepy. The rest of it is mostly about Kubrick making a hotel look cool and Jack not having to worry about being too high to act that day. Not that I'm complaining. I could have picked a much scarier #1 than that though; In fact, I think any of these classics would do in a pinch:<br /><br />Mr. Blandings Builds Your Grave (1950)<br />The Betamax Throttler (1982)<br />Friend of Blacula (1978)<br />The Hag I Saw in Saginaw (1925)<br />Alien vs. Pitchfork (2005)<br />It Smudged My Boat Shoes (1998; available for sale on latenightshots.com)<br />The Baconator (2007; released for a limited time only)<br />Weekend at Cthulhu’s (1989)<br />Kraftwerk Treffen Sie den Wolfmann (German, 1977)<br />Adult Kickball Slaughterhouse (2010; actually a script of mine)<br />www.yourbrainsbeenslashed/slash/thefilm.gov (1999)<br />The Cripple That Went Out During the Day (1935)<br />We Are Zombie Marshall (2007)<br />Jerry Lewis Meets the West Memphis Three (1994; never released; believed to be destroyed) <br />MAC and Me (???)<br /><br />As a side note, you should avoid these at all costs:<br />Brunch of the Dead (1990 remake)<br />Don’t Pick Up the Phone Unless It’s Me 2: What Did I Tell You?!? (1974)<br />The Critic-Murdering Spectre (working title; M. Night Shyamalan, 2008)Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-12612864069195087202007-10-31T12:21:00.000-07:002007-11-01T07:10:08.848-07:00I'm...going to see the latest final cut of <em>Blade Runner</em> tonight. Please God, please don't let there be people there dressed as Rutger Hauer and/or Daryl Hannah for Halloween. I can handle Edward James Olmos, but not that. Update to follow later. <br /><br />Also, complete this sentence:<br /><br />"Where you're going..." e.g. "Where you're going, they serve fry grease instead of coffee and the jukebox only plays bass solos." OR: "Where you're going, the crowds are so ugly even Paul Stanley doesn't love them." <strong>OR</strong>, in honour of tonight's movie, "Where you're going, the <em>electric sheep </em>dream of <em>androids</em> for chrissakes! Ooo!" I <em>know</em> you could do better.<br /><br />UPDATE: OF COURSE no one was in costume. Plus, Edward James Olmos (or "EdJOlm" as the gossip rags call him) was way creepier than I remember. This is now the third version of the movie I've seen, on what is probably the biggest screen in DC. Funny thing is, it's still not THAT good. The Ford/Sean Young relationship is a bore, and a lot of it just kind of drags and feels weirdly inert. The whole appeal of <em>Blade Runner </em>remains about 6% Rutger Hauer and 94% the overwhemlingly amazing visuals. Just think, without that landmark cityscape Billy Idol's <em>Cyberpunk </em>album and all that anime I ignored might never have happened! <br /><br />By the way, the military ads that seem to run before every AMC theater showing I've been to in the last few years are getting more and more ridiculously overblown. This time we were treated to an interminable, propaganda-laden music video by 3 Doors Down (who I hear just left their label and signed with <a href="http://www.intheredrecords.com/">In the Red</a>) that actually drew jeers afterward. Plus, the total avoidance of Iraq in these ads is bitterly amusing, in a "Screw You, Taxpayer" kind of way.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-72593927617009517072007-10-29T18:51:00.000-07:002007-10-31T14:22:37.886-07:00Misselanius things I like (Did I spell "things" right?)For starters, I like this comp:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wZBFEK8VvEiRIYUD_uv3HQ6H5hr6v8ngQan4p1uI2Xqr_v54EmAKjTS9djD3xrCh83Ugal_bRcPLNum5tCJmHr5TTuHzULYm1ihYxlZ_i_dcbLM48F6WbVxj6Zr7xOIr9Vyw/s1600-h/kebdarge.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126943534272809522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wZBFEK8VvEiRIYUD_uv3HQ6H5hr6v8ngQan4p1uI2Xqr_v54EmAKjTS9djD3xrCh83Ugal_bRcPLNum5tCJmHr5TTuHzULYm1ihYxlZ_i_dcbLM48F6WbVxj6Zr7xOIr9Vyw/s400/kebdarge.jpg" border="0" /></a> If you intuitively trust two soul/funk/hip hop djs to put together a more interesting rockabilly/jump blues comp than, say, some lumpy wannabe greaser, your trust will be rewarded. As Keb Darge queries in the liner notes, "Why do so many people listen to so much shit today when they haven't heard this stuff yet?"<br /><br />Whether you dig the new Radiohead album or have already kinda had your 160 kbps fill of it, you may be interested in another commercially viable band that took their sound even further out into abstratct territory. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Laughing-Stock/dp/B000W2742I/ref=pd_sim_dmusic_shvl_img_1/002-1066511-3721625">Try downloading</a> this jazz-like (which in my head does not equal "jazzy," or even "jazzgasmic"), occasionally woozy-sounding gem for $6 next. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZjG1wpaIcHLq_uMr4T0585ya7cHDGqcJkOUDYryBhMcbz7mjoURWLOBWUhsC3mnAJXVlpjnx4F2S910_3sikj_cbwtan6msLmjF99pBoax2Eq9AH6XmRTVpakk5bqiOufu0Y/s1600-h/talktalk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126949804925061698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZjG1wpaIcHLq_uMr4T0585ya7cHDGqcJkOUDYryBhMcbz7mjoURWLOBWUhsC3mnAJXVlpjnx4F2S910_3sikj_cbwtan6msLmjF99pBoax2Eq9AH6XmRTVpakk5bqiOufu0Y/s400/talktalk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I like this funny show, which I didn't realize before I bought the dvd is only 9 minutes long and thus all over YouTube:<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYfBTXiurDs"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYfBTXiurDs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />I really, <em>really</em> like this hardass movie, which is the Ultimate Paul Schrader Film. <em>Taxi Driver </em>was already the Ultimate Paul Schrader Script; I'm sorry the 70's never brought us the Ultimate Paul Schrader Game Show ("How much do you bid for this cache of small arms?"). This film is still not on dvd in the States, so of course I'm obligated to mention it here.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE5AlhlVfpOG70NO81YtMhXSYK44aOVNia51CxkULedYHzM03S13ahBshuSlMUTU29yYJDOc2_gAaY0re-pb3XWjYa2U7iK4epDhg7H6rteBjtyOaE2fyaJg33eE44qmlEKX5u/s1600-h/Blue_Collar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127315237922474578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE5AlhlVfpOG70NO81YtMhXSYK44aOVNia51CxkULedYHzM03S13ahBshuSlMUTU29yYJDOc2_gAaY0re-pb3XWjYa2U7iK4epDhg7H6rteBjtyOaE2fyaJg33eE44qmlEKX5u/s400/Blue_Collar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And above all else, I like - nay, <em>love</em> - the "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/StSanders">Shreds</a>" videos. StSanders, you are so aptly monikered. You can't not laugh at this:<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eqtk6kKTlDM"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eqtk6kKTlDM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-76196121098289161842007-10-28T20:31:00.000-07:002007-10-29T07:12:48.740-07:00This whole premise is sweaty.Hi folks, still dealing with a bunch of shit that I've tried twice to address here, unsuccessfully. One very, very minor issue right now: I really do not want to get back to the usual shallow subject matter of this blog, yet eventually I probably will. So if you're currently not getting enough shallowness from other sources, be patient.<br /><br />OK, I will mention I recently watched what will hopefully be the only 7 minutes of <em>Californication</em> I'll ever see. I know, it's hard to believe that a show named after a Red Hot Chilli Peppers album could be lame, but hear me out. Within the first 30 seconds it looked pretty clear that this show would be Duchovny's slurpy b l0wj0b to himself, and sure enough what happens onscreen two minutes later? He gets a b l0wj0b! Actually, two of them: once in a dream (in a church! EDGY!), then another immediately upon waking up. I didn't want to stick around for the trifecta. HBO may be looking a little hapless lately, but despite its newfound hype everything on Showtime still looks like half-assed* sensationalism to me. Except for Penn & Teller's libertarian "truthbusting" show, which annoys me in other ways and may have been designed for people who find Bill Maher too cuddly.<br /><br />One more completely random thing I'll mention, aprops of nothing: Lately I've been craving a neck massage. No, not some creepy variant of a massage either. It's for actual tension. Well, I guess it's kinda creepy in that I don't want one from a professional, but it's still not the premium cable kind, is what I'm saying. Wait, what am I saying?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*in this case, I don't know if I'd necessarily prefer the <em>whole</em> ass.**</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">** EDIT: It only occured to me this morning that this is the second of three posts this month to use "half-assed" as an adjective. Is "quarter-assed" a phrase? I may have to file it away out of necessity. </span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-65577828566345943992007-10-16T11:45:00.000-07:002007-10-16T11:57:17.961-07:00"It's all a big nothin'" - Livia Soprano*<span style="font-size:85%;">*not the healthiest fictional character to channel, I know.</span><br /><br />Hi, folks - all 4-5 of you - no more posts until November or so. Things are really rough right now. In the meantime, I'll leave you with this gratuitious zinger from <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/10/15/AR2007101500778.html?hpid=topnews">the Washington Post review</a> of Drew Carey's <em>Price is Right</em> debut:<br /><br /><em>Carey was as much spectator as performer. He lacks, at least so far, the ability to control the contestants and keep them from wandering out of camera range during their euphoric conniptions, leaving what might be considered the host's sphere of influence. Carey is something of a sphere himself; when he first came out from the wings at the start of the show, he brought to mind the giant mechanical peacekeeper that went haywire in the first minutes of the movie "RoboCop."</em><br /><br />This of course coming from Tom "Pizza the Hut" Shales (as long as we're referencing 80's movies).Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-82903536324951036672007-10-06T14:21:00.000-07:002007-10-06T21:26:06.676-07:00Best director ever to inspire an awful Le Tigre song<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwwN3UwdFj5J8OgKwSwYmJC42vSAjsWf2KJsdaR6UYQ_bAGMhV3folRUEC3jF8NsnAGtKcCNQ9WrTGMmZNxYlT0ADY4Sku_6Af7d0xQZqsk3qPspaaEkpRSgt4daiBoDjrBVoe/s1600-h/husbands.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118369066697587634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwwN3UwdFj5J8OgKwSwYmJC42vSAjsWf2KJsdaR6UYQ_bAGMhV3folRUEC3jF8NsnAGtKcCNQ9WrTGMmZNxYlT0ADY4Sku_6Af7d0xQZqsk3qPspaaEkpRSgt4daiBoDjrBVoe/s400/husbands.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Every time I read some reference to "mumblecore" (is that still around?) or catch five insufferable minutes of <em>The Puffy Chair </em>on Sundance, I'm tempted to think "What hath John Cassavetes wrought?" Long considered the "patron saint of independent film," not even the best of his microbudget progeny seem to have inherited the kind of odd originality and heavily spiked life juice that pulsates through his finest work -- namely, the entire run from <em>Faces</em> ('68) to <em>Opening Night </em>('77), along with his "farewell" '84 film, <em>Love Streams</em> (still haven't seen <em>Shadows</em>). A Cassavetes film can be thrilling, albeit exhausting, for viewers who adapt to the extreme emotional shifts and individualistic, drunken language, or just half-assed and irritating for those that don't. But I don't envy anyone that would reject so many wild, priceless moments: Gena Rowlands <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWEARjjgw3U">waiting for the school bus </a>in <em>A Woman Under the Influence</em>; Ben Gazzara taking time out from a forced mob hit to check in on the status of his awful nightclub act in <em>Killing of a Chinese Bookie</em>; Gena suffering through a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIqSqbNuMTA">horrific blind date </a>in <em>Minne and Moskowitz</em>, only to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKL5yA-FEv8">eventually find true love </a>w/ Seymour Cassel and his facial hair; Gena again "shaking things up" for Cassavetes by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-z0OtAZUY1s">bringing him a stable of barnyard animals </a>in <em>Love Streams, </em>to name but a few. If you're tuned to Cassavetes' wavelength, the creative rush of his films is still palpable, and certainly very few American filmmakers past or present were ever so liberated in their work, or reached so high for a new mode of self-expression.<br /><br />But wait, I've just discovered there's more! Cassavetes apparently sought to make great strides not just in filmmaking, but in the realm of wacky talk show appearances as well. Cassavetes, Gazzara and Peter Falk appeared on a full episode of the Dick Cavett Show in 1970, ostensibly to promote <em>Husbands, </em>which as you can tell from the <em>Life</em> cover above was anticipated with much critical fanfare at the time<em>. </em>However, they must have decided the best way to do so would be to try to recreate the film's mad bender vibe on Cavett's show. Dick was a professed<em> Faces</em> fan and remains a great, witty sport throughout his guests' Three Method Stooges act, whereas Letterman would have probably gritted his teeth for five minutes before moving on to the next barely engaged interview. The full episode is uploaded complete with vintage commercials in part one below, as well as parts <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5SrROVxuTI">two</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPt6AS1DBzY">three</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NQp55HGTec">four</a>.<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2X3KiCi6Zb8"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2X3KiCi6Zb8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Also, here's a bonus slice of Dick Cavett awesomeness (as always, bear in mind my criteria for awesomeness may differ wildly from yours): a great clip from <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4p62gL-spAA">the Orson Welles interview</a> that Gazzara briefly refers to in one of the above clipsChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-85312580739464730022007-09-27T14:57:00.001-07:002007-09-27T19:33:19.382-07:00MaborosiI rented this 1995 Japanese film from the director of <em>After Life </em>and <em>Nobody Knows</em> (both unseen by me), on the strength of this youtube clip, which would be gorgeous if youtube were capable of such a thing. The overhead shot with the snowfall beginning -- fantastic. Unfortunately, the US dvd from New Yorker is wretched, much like my attitude in this post. Looks transferred straight from vhs, exactly the opposite of what this carefully composed film demands. Nevertheless, judge this 6 1/2 minutes for yourself. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GnhtTmZsh1w"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GnhtTmZsh1w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-58531376492484417772007-09-24T02:12:00.000-07:002007-09-24T02:24:07.514-07:00Another unnecessary sequel!<em>Fuggedabout Schmidt</em> (2009) - Jack Nicholson returns as discontented retiree Warren Schmidt, and this time he's teaming up with mob boss Frank Vincent to steal -- aaaah, <strong><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSfV_NHxCN0">fugeddaboutit</a></strong>! Directed by Linc Cassavetes (yup, there's another one).Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-61965212761815952262007-09-23T18:51:00.000-07:002007-09-23T23:03:17.794-07:00Well, they say that Santa Fe is less than ninety miles away...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdxYfnDJkVxsjTEKw-M5PnxhvQjFCWBvt8f6L5TDfRf1s90xkGE9xA9tXsED0nI0MDcr4LOiE5d4x6naFmYlElPiuycKIsjp61zZtzCX5qoiJ5kRHEO9LC3ssvUWyKlpGYpOQ/s1600-h/ace-in-the-hole.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113585035770559394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdxYfnDJkVxsjTEKw-M5PnxhvQjFCWBvt8f6L5TDfRf1s90xkGE9xA9tXsED0nI0MDcr4LOiE5d4x6naFmYlElPiuycKIsjp61zZtzCX5qoiJ5kRHEO9LC3ssvUWyKlpGYpOQ/s400/ace-in-the-hole.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The term “media circus” didn’t emerge until the mid-70’s, but by 1951, Billy Wilder had already literalized the concept onscreen in his caustic satire <em>Ace in the Hole</em>, recently rescued from oblivion by a much-celebrated <a href="http://www.criterion.com/asp/release.asp?id=396">Criterion dvd release</a>. When a miner is trapped in a cave-in while scavenging for “Indian artifacts” in New Mexico, opportunistic reporter Chuck Tatum (Kirk Douglas) spins the predicament into an epic human interest story that attracts hordes of gawkers, reporters, entertainers, and yes, even a full-fledged carnival (not-so-subtly titled “the Great S&M Amusement Corp.” in a sneaky move past the censors) to the site. While the disgraced, ex-big time reporter seeks to prolong the rescue mission until he can leverage his way back to his old job with a New York paper, the miner’s discontented wife (Jan Sterling) plans to skip town once the story blows over; lining her coffers in the meantime by charging admission to the site. </div><div></div><div><br><em>Ace</em> has a reputation as Wilder’s most cynical study of human nature, and indeed Douglas’ Tatum is one of the meanest bastards ever to appear outside of a gangster picture in a Hayes Code-era Hollywood film. Stridently unethical and verbally, as well as physically, abusive, Tatum seemingly embodies every negative trope of the 50’s-era news business that Wilder and co-writers Walter Newman and Lesser Samuels could throw in; and the film’s contempt for the broadly drawn “Mr. and Mrs. America” types who lap up every tragic detail of the story (and ostensibly resemble a large segment of Hollywood’s usual target audience) is almost equally pronounced. Not surprisingly, the film was such a box office bomb that Paramount never even released it on VHS, and in fact recouped some of its losses from Wilder’s salary on his next hit, <em>Stalag 17</em>.<br /><br />Unfortunately, Wilder’s cynicism isn’t as perfectly realized here as in masterpieces like <em>Double Indemnity</em> and <em>Sunset Boulevard</em>;<em> </em>occasionally coming off not only as one-note but insultingly obvious. Tatum’s canny deflection of suspicion from the obviously unwieldy drilling plan also seems like a stretch, until you recall the mainstream media recently <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/arianna-huffington/it-shouldnt-have-taken-t_b_60894.html">took their own sweet-ass time</a> before raising hard questions about the deadly Utah mine disaster. Nevertheless, the film is a must-see not just for its uncompromising tone but because its audacity is complemented to outstanding effect by Wilder’s typically pimped out dialogue and some of the sharpest cinematography of his career.<br /><br /><em>Ace in the Hole</em> would also make a great double-bill with the even-more prescient<em> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0050371/">A Face in the Crowd</a></em> (1957). While most Americans today can probably at least acknowledge the distasteful overkill of most media circuses, even as they devote their unhealthy interest to them, plenty are still wholly, gullibly snookered by the sort of sinister, phony folksy charm Andy Griffith lays on in Elia Kazan’s cautionary tale, as evidenced by George W. Bush and that doofy red pickup truck that future washout presidential candidate Fred Thompson uses exclusively for campaign appearances. </div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-89777724792086975132007-09-14T19:47:00.000-07:002007-09-15T07:53:46.270-07:00"Where am I going to get a pair of beautiful women's legs on such short notice?"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPFBpR3O3WwtHsY8v_dSsH0_lRlCxS1aG92EEP71fKfhLU7eoCWU5CoHBABguNzQJYaQFmBdKZSg1-2bEmu5Ez-by05J9CDCHbe3Niv4xJ5FDOViFGuFrHVa0QBMidPo2ulmB/s1600-h/juno.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110259506630906306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPFBpR3O3WwtHsY8v_dSsH0_lRlCxS1aG92EEP71fKfhLU7eoCWU5CoHBABguNzQJYaQFmBdKZSg1-2bEmu5Ez-by05J9CDCHbe3Niv4xJ5FDOViFGuFrHVa0QBMidPo2ulmB/s400/juno.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Above: a possible still from <em>Napolean Dynamite 2: Awkward Boogaloo</em>)</span></div><br /><div></div><div>Roger Ebert has been covering the Toronto Film Festival and <a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070909/FILMFESTIVALS03/70909002">gives a typically generous heads up</a> (Yes, I said "<em>heads</em> up." I dare not <a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070824/EDITOR/70825001">infringe his copyright</a>) about the latest Quirky Indie Comedy that will be driving me nuts in a couple of months... probably without me <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0449059/">ever actually seeing it</a>. <em>Juno</em> stars Ellen Page as a 16-year-old pregnant with Michael Cera's mumbleseed, and everything Ebert writes about it gives me an uneasy feeling: The film received a warm, loud, standing ovation (So did <em>Clerks II</em> at Cannes. Means nothing. Plus, the audience was probably packed with <a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/misc?url=/templates/zoom.pbs&Site=EB&Date=20070909&Category=FILMFESTIVALS03&ArtNo=70909002&Ref=V3&template=zoom">these shills</a>); The characters in this situation are unlike any others he's seen before (i.e. they're all driven by precocious child logic that has no bearing on reality); and he predicts the film will be "quickly beloved when it opens at Christmas time" -- most likely by an audience suddenly demanding their comic heroes stride across the screen decked out in a demeaning mish-mash of 70's/80's/90's retrogeek fashion. Michael Cera doesn't need a goofy costume to be funny, but such sloppy visual cues are apparently the new definition of crowd-pleasing for nostalgia-addled... <em>whipper snappers</em> (there, I said it!) who watch too danged much VH1. Why doesn't that channel ever play Amy Grant videos anymore, anyway? </div><div></div><div><br />But, we'll see. I could be very wrong, as I was in my little-read 1997 essay on <em>The Sweet Hereafter</em>, "Tragically Hilarious: Atom Egoyan's Bus-Crashing Laff Hoedown." First-time screenwriter <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diablo_Cody">Diablo Cody</a> previously adapted her blog <em>Pussy Ranch</em> - which chronicled her time as an "unlikely" stripper - into a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Candy-Girl-Year-Unlikely-Stripper/dp/1592401821">book</a> that landed her <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIH13_KUlaI">this Letterman appearance</a>. Wikipeida not-inaccurately notes that Dave was "imbued with fascination with the sex industry and her observational prowess" during the interview. Hey, it beats listening to Paul Schaeffer's constant cackling. I just found out about Cody 20 minutes ago, but my cold assessment is that her friendly demeanor, calculated wit and anime-ready moniker clearly mark her as a savvy purveyor of <em>Fleshbot</em>-friendly geek chic (I demand that appear as a blurb <em>somewhere</em>). Ultimately, that means she would probably charm me out of my nothin-happenin' schlubdom with ease if we ever met, before she returned to her multitude of fulfilling projects and I to my pretentious Netflix rentals, respectively. </div><div></div><div><br />Boy, this post really went in an unintended direction. It's almost like I got my just desserts for complaining about a movie I haven't seen yet; But how could that be? </div><div></div><div><br />Update (non-all caps version): I waited until after I posted this to read Michael Hirschon's <a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200709/quirk">notes on the proliferation of quirk </a>in <em>The Atlantic</em>, which gets off to an immediately shaky start with its use of the term "Gen-X" but mostly recovers. Looks like I avoided too much overlap, except for a shared disdain of <em>Napolean Dynamite</em>, as Hirschon's big target is Ira Glass<em>.</em> Between this and the Onion's <a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news/this_american_life_completes">recent smackdown</a>, isn't it odd how there's apparently a <em>This American Life</em> backlash suddenly brewing? For what it's worth, I agree that the one episode of the tv version I saw didn't work at all, with Glass' "And now for something completely different" transitions serving as the nadir. As for a couple of Hirschon's other examples, if anything <em>Arrested Development</em> is more zany than quirky, and <em>Flight of the Conchords</em> ended up charming me to the point where it was my favorite show of the summer. Granted, the only other competition was <em>John From Cincinnati</em>, but still. </div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-27189641203648837322007-09-03T12:15:00.001-07:002007-09-03T12:19:34.757-07:00Yet more about TheWirethewirethewire<a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/09/02/AR2007090201454.html?hpid=topnews">A good read from the Washington Post </a>about the last day of filming. They report the s5 premiere date as Jan 6 - sooner than I thought. So you know what that means: <a href="http://www.tvshowsondvd.com/newsitem.cfm?NewsID=7992">S4 arrives on dvd Dec 4</a>.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-23022323706787602982007-09-02T20:31:00.000-07:002007-09-03T04:48:33.566-07:00As Philly Boy Roy would say:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedKccZxGootTN4mcjHOY9gHR3xGVrmTzTTuAVVMh-Yay5JRF-6B0lMibfWgXqw7bwEqUj4g95ODBBCeJ3D6aa9ZTjgboL9_WzDU4kPCwaoxBUEwni-0Ezky3rmu2FE_vZxfzx/s1600-h/rick_rubin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105853546783520690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedKccZxGootTN4mcjHOY9gHR3xGVrmTzTTuAVVMh-Yay5JRF-6B0lMibfWgXqw7bwEqUj4g95ODBBCeJ3D6aa9ZTjgboL9_WzDU4kPCwaoxBUEwni-0Ezky3rmu2FE_vZxfzx/s400/rick_rubin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Who does he think he is, Omelet Ertegun?"<br /><br />Sunday's New York Times Magazine had <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/02/magazine/02rubin.t.html?_r=3&pagewanted=all&oref=slogin">a feature article </a>on former wanna-be wrestling manager/current Columbia Records co-chairman Rick Rubin, detailing his efforts to save the music industry without having to get up from the comfort of his zabuton. First, I should mention the article is amusingly bookended by Rubin's discovery of a "new" band called the Gossip, who I first saw when they opened for Sleater-Kinney <em>in 2000</em> and are so popular in England that Beth Ditto <a href="http://idolator.com/tunes/magazines/beth-ditto-poses-nude-on-the-cover-of-nme-internet-readies-seventh+grade-fat-jokes-264658.php">bared her corpulent flesh </a>on the cover of the NME. Second, this is more like Rubin-as-Guru PR stuff, rather than an astute appraisal of his credentials as a producer. I'd like to read more about just how "hands-off" his role is during the recording process; surely <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pULuIhbzUzc">Slipknot</a> can't be the only band with grievances? That said, one need only type the words "Def Jam" to shore up Rubin's cultural cache, and he was unquestionably a godsend for Johnny Cash's career. There may not have been a <em>Walk the Line</em> and probably a lot fewer reissues if the Rubin-helmed <em>American </em>albums hadn't made Cash marketable to Gens X, Y, XY, YX, MXPX, and so forth. He also deserves credit/blame for extending the Red Hot Chili Peppers' career by at least 15 years, thereby establishing Chad Smith as a national treasure (and ensuring that I will now get tons of google hits for "Chad Smith" + "national treasure").<br /><br />The article also details some of Rubin's ideas for saving the major music labels, who at one time could weather storms like home taping and the Rock 'N' Wrestling Connection but are now in genuine danger of collapse. I have doubts about Rubin's proposed $19.95 subscription model, but at least he seems to be bringing something to the table other than flailing gestures and the usual contempt for consumers and artists alike. Take Steve Barnett of Columbia's suggestion in the article to start gobbling up artists' touring and merchandise revenue; Not exactly the kind of idea that'll prompt Steve Albini to shutter his recording studio and start a supergroup with Ashlee Simpson, Taylor Hicks and Gibby Haynes.<br /><br />As for me, I don't pretend to know what could solve the major labels' woes, but I did think of a couple of possibilities while writing this post:<br /><br />1) Have prominent Dead Boys fan Jim Cramer go on CNBC and beg the Federal Reserve to bail out the music industry like he did <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWksEJQEYVU">in response to the mortage crisis</a>.<br /><br />2) Expand upon a curious new phenomenon I witnessed firsthand at a club the other night: band elections! Normally, you couldn't drag me out to H St in DC on a Wednesday night to see Rogue Helicoptor Pilot open for These Cupcakes Are Delish, but this was more like a riveting microcosm of our political process than a standard indie rock show. The guitarist, bassist, drummer and glockenspielist of TCAD were all campaigning onstage for the title of Band President, to be chosen by the audience at the end of the show. The lead singer told the crowd he was ineligible to run "under the Van Halen Fairness Doctrine," but that he was promised some sort of honorary title and a specially designed, gold sequined robe from American Apparel as compensation. The singer also introduced scattered "campaign ads" projected on the wall throughout the night - I was struck most by the glockenspielist's heartwrenching tale of having to pay 4% of his art school tuition - and moderated a heated debate during the encore break in which the guitarist called the drummer a "leaden-footed flip flopper," holding up a gasp-inducing cameraphone pic of his rival drumming while wearing flip flops to bolster his claims. The band then handed out golf pencils and paper scraps to the audience and waited until the results were tabulated before playing the last three songs of the night. Unfortunately the voting ended in a tie, necessitating a run-off gig later in the month, but I'm sure Sony or whatever would have the wherewithal to rig it so that doesn't happen very often. At least I hope so, as some of the miffed indie rockers in the crowd started poking each other with the golf pencils, spilling their cheap beer and hurling subtle sarcasm at the visibly cowed band until the club owner politely asked everyone to file out in an orderly fashion, which they did. Maybe next time these kids will learn to run on the only political platform I care about: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Uplift-Mofo-Party-Chili-Peppers/dp/B000078DOJ/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-1066511-3721625?ie=UTF8&s=music&amp;amp;qid=1188802264&sr=1-1">The Uplift Mofo Party Plan</a>.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-73651714223292023702007-09-01T06:44:00.000-07:002007-09-01T10:27:26.125-07:00That's it! I'm buying a video camera.There's literally no reason why you and I should not be making movies and cashing in on awkwardness when a film can be released with this title:<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcyvWIc6aIGdhax0xbk0z4jq9kbUOABlT6KQYVg8inO2iXLLDR3rSNSaXpjavmN6v10rNUFRdoWy-A_6Ain__ECV8emLSQRUqHKD5owLsdMJyl5vK_hQzrIvlQqhG06nkclmv/s1600-h/lol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105231695648602002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcyvWIc6aIGdhax0xbk0z4jq9kbUOABlT6KQYVg8inO2iXLLDR3rSNSaXpjavmN6v10rNUFRdoWy-A_6Ain__ECV8emLSQRUqHKD5owLsdMJyl5vK_hQzrIvlQqhG06nkclmv/s400/lol.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>My pitch is for a real-time movie called <em>BRB</em>, about a bunch of hip, underemployed college grads who've recently moved to Brooklyn (i.e. the most fascinating, culturally relevant people on earth), waiting on line to buy the latest iGadget. It'll delve into their very mild disaffection; their slightly inarticulate confusion; their somewhat dwindling trust funds; their struggles to recall the perfect <em>Family Guy</em> scene for every social situation. I don't think "mumblecore" adequately describes what I'm going for. I've been kicking around "shirt-edge" as a genre title. What do you think? </p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-17262986406399426042007-08-22T19:10:00.000-07:002007-08-23T14:20:40.806-07:00People like lists, right? Please tell me people like lists.Robert Christgau, the Dean of American Windbags, has every Village Voice "Pazz & Jop" critics' poll going back to '71 <a href="http://www.robertchristgau.com/xg/pnj/index.php">archived on his website</a>. For no discernable reason, I went through each list and picked my own personal winner for each year from their album and singles lists. In many (i.e. most) cases, my own personal favorite didn't make the list so I had to make due with their choices.<br /><br />For my own sanity's sake I didn't try to document every snub and absurdity, but I did notice:<br />- At no point during their 31-year career do The Fall appear to have made either the albums or singles list, yet the Mekons pop up regularly.<br />- The Go-Betweens were shut out, amazingly, until <em>The Friends of Rachel Worth </em>in 2000.<br />- Critics <em>reeeeaally</em> hate metal.<br />- They hated Pink Floyd almost as much.<br />- I think I've pinpointed 1994 as the year when mainstream pop singles crap out entirely and never recover. There seem to have been surprising numbers of choices in years previous. <br /><br />Albums:<br /><br />1971: The Rolling Stones: Sticky Fingers<br />(Led Zeppelin IV finished last on their list @ #30, right below Delaney & Bonnie. Haterz.)<br />1972-73: No poll. Projected winners: Hot Tuna<br />1974: Big Star: Radio City<br />1975: Bob Dylan: Blood on the Tracks<br />1976: Ramones: Ramones<br />1977: Television: Marquee Moon<br />(Overrated, according to the spritely lad<a href="http://music.guardian.co.uk/rock/story/0,,2102991,00.html"> </a>from Franz Ferdinand, who while <a href="http://music.guardian.co.uk/rock/story/0,,2102991,00.html">explaining his reasons why here</a> clearly illustrates why his band isn't built to last)<br />1978: Elvis Costello: This Year's Model<br />1979: Buzzcocks: Singles Going Steady<br />1980: The Clash: London Calling<br />(a controversial pick, I know. When are the tastemakers finally going to rediscover this obscure gem?!?)<br />1981: Mission of Burma: Signals, Calls & Marches EP<br />(winner should either be Black Flag - Damaged, or Minor Threat's first EP. Or <em>Juice</em> by Juice Newton)<br />1982: Flipper: Album/Generic Flipper<br />1983: REM: Murmur<br />1984: Minutemen: Double Nickels on the Dime<br />1985: Hüsker Dü: New Day Rising and Flip Your Wig<br />(oh yeah, ties are allowed, apparently)<br />1986: Beastie Boys: Licensed to Ill<br />(they manage to bounce a few Budweiser cans off the Smiths' heads)<br />1987: Prince: Sign "O" the Times<br />1988: Sonic Youth: Daydream Nation<br />(I know, God forbid someone shouldn’t pick “It Takes a Nation of Millions…” Also, the Pixies’ “Surfer Rosa” didn’t even make their list)<br />1989: Beastie Boys: Paul's Boutique<br />1990: Public Enemy: Fear of a Black Planet<br />(happy now?)<br />1991: U2: Achtung Baby<br />(Yes, I unreservedly love it. Bite me).<br />1992: Pavement: Slanted and Enchanted<br />(not even my favorite Pavement album - that would be CR, CR, while acknowledging Wowee Zowee might be the "best" - but my favorite of this list)<br />1993: PJ Harvey: Rid of Me<br />(winner should be Wu-Tang Clan - Enter the Wu-Tang)<br />1994: Guided by Voices: Bee Thousand<br />1995: PJ Harvey: To Bring You My Love<br />1996: DJ Shadow: Endtroducing…<br />1997: Radiohead: OK Computer<br />(Yet another bold, divisive pick. Look, I'm not afraid of a little controversy! The point of this is to set tongues wagging).<br />1998: Neutral Milk Hotel: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea<br />1999: The Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs<br />A few of the following picks are not-so-emphatic:<br />2000: OutKast: Stankonia<br />2001: New Pornographers: Mass Romantic<br />2002: Neko Case: Blacklisted<br />2003: Cat Power: You Are Free<br />2004: Elliott Smith: From a Basement on the Hill<br />(winner should be Reigning Sound - Too Much Guitar)<br />2005: Sleater-Kinney: The Woods<br />2006: Scott Walker: The Drift<br /><br />Singles:<br /><br />1979 - The Records: "Starry Eyes"<br />(I hate "My Sharona")<br />1980 - Joy Division: "Love Will Tear Us Apart"<br />1981 - Gang of Four: "To Hell With Poverty"<br />1982 - New Order: "Temptation"<br />1983 - Prince: "Little Red Corvette"<br />1984 - Prince: "Let's Go Crazy"/"Erotic City"<br />(mostly for the B-side)<br />1985 – Kate Bush: "Running Up That Hill"<br />(I'm sure <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2IZwOOGGrU">Alan Partridge </a>would agree w/ me)<br />1986 - Pet Shop Boys: "West End Girls"<br />(... and its <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qat8ZNqiUlA">2007 descendant</a>)<br />1987 - Public Enemy: "Bring the Noise"<br />1988 - Rob Base & D.J. E-Z Rock: "It Takes Two"<br />(provides the soundtrack to a summer of mayhem in David Simon's <em>Homicide</em>)<br />1989 - Public Enemy: "Fight the Power"<br />1990 - Deee-Lite: "Groove Is in the Heart"/"What Is Love"<br />1991 - Geto Boys: "Mind Playing Tricks on Me"<br />1992 - Cypress Hill: "How I Could Just Kill a Man"/"The Phuncky Feel One"<br />(the Suicidal Tendencies reference @ the end of HICJKM helps seal the deal)<br />1993 - Dr. Dre: "Nuthin' but a ‘G’ Thang"<br />aaand here's where the rot sets in:<br />1994 - Nine Inch Nails: "Closer"<br />(you can toss everything else they did in the garbage if you must, but this was like the goth/industrial/safely freaky/Skinemax "Nuthin' But a G Thang")<br />1995 - Elastica: "Three Girl Rhumba '95" (aka "Connection")<br />1996 - Blackstreet: "No Diggity"<br />("Common People" would've won if we were talking about William Shatner's version)<br />1997 – Yo La Tengo: "Autumn Sweater" (a really shitty list. Sleater-Kinney's "One More Hour" was my favorite song of this year)<br />1998 - Aaliyah: "Are You That Somebody"<br />1999 – N/A; an even worse list. I can't even pick a winner unless I go up my nose [sorry]! No hope; no hope....<br />2000 - OutKast: "B.O.B."<br />2001 - Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott: "Get Ur Freak On"<br />2002 – fucking Missy Elliott again: "Work It"<br />2003 - OutKast: "Hey Ya!"<br />(People were practically in shock that an awesome song could still become a ginormous hit by this point. I still maintain that they ripped me off though, as I was using the expression "Hey ya" years before this was released. Plus, I was sued by Rosa Parks before they were. No originality these days!)<br />2004 - Jay-Z: "99 Problems"<br />(might've been the 3rd best song on LL Cool J's <em>Radio</em>, but in 2004 it's single of the year)<br />2005 - Kelly Clarkson: "Since U Been Gone"<br />(on the level of an okay Pat Benatar song, but by 2005 standards it's practically runnin' s-hit)<br />2006 - Gnarls Barkley: "Crazy" (winner should be late-period Crazy Frog)Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-23391391931183540682007-08-19T18:52:00.000-07:002007-08-20T05:22:02.243-07:00My ancestry's brush with fame... and infamy!While he's all but unknown to even the most knowledgable historians today, my great-great-grandpa Venison Plowe (our family dropped the silent "P" shortly after his death, although the "l" remained lowercase) was at one time arguably the third or fourth most famous lip reader in western Maryland. I hardly need to remind my readers that entertainment options were scarce around the turn of the century, centered as they were mostly on bible reading, deer tickling and poisoning one's spouse. Therefore, an accomplished lip reader could dazzle crowds far and wide with his "feats of verbal verification," as the posters used to say. Yes sir, folks would travel from as far as Johnstown, PA to see ol' Venison practice his craft. One time he even performed in front of 1,500 people at the county fair, although it's possible that most of the crowd was there to see the follow-up act: a pig blowing into a jug. <br /><br />Still, it was pretty impressive whenever great great grandpa Venison strapped beaver tails to his ears for soundproofing and attempted to repeat back whatever people said to him from a distance as great as 1.9 yards. I say "attempt" because despite the relatively close proximity and the faultiness of the beaver tail earphones, his guesses were almost always wildly off the mark. An audience member might remark "the fire engine is red" and Venison would interpret it as "The Duchess is swathed in jump rope and blubber." But ol' Venison's piss-poor lip reading skills didn't matter because he had a secret trick: he was also a trained hypnotist! No matter what someone would actually say, he'd hypnotize them and the entire audience into thinking the correct phrase was something like "Zeus has crashed through my skylight wearing a mu'umu'u." Whenever I heard stories as a kid about great great grandpa Venison I'd usually ask why he didn't just bill himself as a hypnotist, since they made a lot more money than lip readers anyway. This usually resulted in me getting a belt to the face from the nearest relative for "asking too many gay-ass questions." Later I discovered that Venison was kicked out of the Western Maryland Hypnotists Guild early in his career and blackballed for "theft of ceremonial robes, improper clucking instructions, and suspicion of buggering somnolent bystanders." All in all, I can't say I blame them. <br /><br />After the demand for lip readers dried up - along with his hypnotizing ability - Venison "fharted around for a whyle," as he later wrote in his "jhournal." He eked out a living writing trashy stories under a pseudonym ("The Stupendous Gus") for hypnosis magazines like <em>Mesmerised Lasses</em> and <em>Wacky Trance</em>, wallowing in profanity by day and moonshine at night, until he accidentally swallowed a toenail clipper and died in 1917. Not a pretty story, I know, but hey I'd like to see some of the sleazeballs and slave traders in <em>your</em> family tree... jerk!Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-80370970152419223702007-08-13T19:59:00.000-07:002007-08-14T06:58:12.235-07:00Teddy Rockstar: Powered by (a) Starbucks (van)Coincidentally, this went down four years ago tomorrow (it's also on the <em>Dirty Old Town</em> dvd):<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5trEfSQEVs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5trEfSQEVs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />In other news, the (most likely series) finale of <em>John From Cincinnati</em> was packed w/ gibberish and malarkey, even by their obtuse standards. The parade at the end was like the goofiest movie Robert Altman never made, although Ed O'Neill had me cracking up. This after the episode kicked off with maybe the greatest non-Al Bundy moment of the series: an aerial shot and montage set to Bob Dylan's "Series of Dreams," culminating in Shaun and the titular Cincinnatite surfing back down to Earth. It would have been even better with a "Lawrence of Arabia"-style POV shot of Butchie and Kai watching them emerge as a speck on the horizon. The tragedy of all this is that future generations will never understand the unique grip that <em>John From Cincinnati </em>held on our collective psyche, and we'll have to settle with telling our grandkids exactly where we were when Palaka's tattoo got infected. <br /><br />Oh, and you want some unexpected synergy between Ted Leo and JFC? <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zj_4egb5sxw">Here ya go</a>.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29191731.post-56926628457115236232007-08-07T22:59:00.001-07:002007-08-07T22:59:48.281-07:00Patton blows my mind again<a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=67077201&blogID=295931806&Mytoken=285A7F0B-CB37-4068-BCDADF811353F43A1035917">I'd give THREE kudos if I could! </a>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11329811650467274957noreply@blogger.com0