tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80264098657716542322024-01-27T01:39:04.428-08:00PlotboxRuminations From A Subterranean StandpointPlotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12716638745306761871noreply@blogger.comBlogger171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-77015617400080954202016-06-11T09:17:00.001-07:002016-06-11T09:17:50.596-07:00Mao's Great Famine by Frank Dikötter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On tap for the summer I’ve got two tomes on Communist atrocities. I kicked it off with Frank Dikotter’s <i>Mao’s Great Famine</i>, which explores the devastating policies of The Great Leap Forward (1958-1962) during which roughly 45 million people died. The book is a thorough exploration of the Party’s follies in this period. In large part, Mao was motivated by Kruschev’s maneuvers in this period. With Stalin dead, Mao felt he could become the leading light of the Communist world. When Kruschev vowed to outproduce the US in short shrift, Mao responded by claiming the Chinese would soon outproduce Britain. What followed were a series of policies of sheer madness. Mao called for a rapid collectivization of agriculture and industry. Personal property and farms were seized. Collective farming began. The party handed down experimental farming techniques like close cropping and deep plowing to help increase rice and grain yields. Of course, yields declined in a devastating fashion. Foolish water conservancy projects were enacted. Backyard steel manufacturing came next. Output dropped and the quality of goods produced were terrible. Putting on a brave face to the outside world, the Chinese honored all their trade agreements, exporting grain while their own people starved. In short, everything went wrong and people paid with their lives on a grand scale.The book does a great job chronicling the policies, analyzing Mao’s role in the debacle, looking at the party bosses, examining the brutality of the local cadres, exploring the culture of fear, and showing how such devastation could come to fruition. The book is not so successful in exploring the lives of the millions that die. The book doesn’t have that personal quality or the human touch that many historical works carry. The book showcases the “complete lack of connection between people and party”, but the book’s focus clearly lies on the side of the party. That’s valid. The level of hubris, fear, and folly within the party is staggering. I also imagine the tales of survivors and the dead would be hard to come by. Were these ever documented by the party? If they were, in all likelihood they would be sealed tightly in a vault somewhere. That said, throughout the book, you get lists of atrocities within a region, followed by a short paragraph or anecdote focused on a citizen. These little glimpses into the lives of the people are spread throughout, and though they are enough to give you a true sense of the calamity on the ground, there is a clinical remove at play. I would have liked the book to get to the heart of the horror just a little more. </div>
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I’ll take a couple weeks away from this grizzly fare, but <i>Voices From Chernobyl </i> loom in my future.</div>
Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-28754600656049001162016-06-08T10:27:00.000-07:002016-06-08T10:27:15.255-07:00Under The Big Black Sun: A Personal History of L.A. Punk by John Doe & Tom DeSavia<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12px;">
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-52415309122531929582016-06-04T12:34:00.001-07:002016-06-04T12:34:12.770-07:00Pulitzer Prize Smackdown: The Sympathizer vs. The Orphan Master's Son<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11px;">
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<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">I was really taken with Viet Than Nguyen's </span><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">The Sympathizer</i><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">Winning a Pulitzer and an Edgar was enough to make me check it out.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">The Sympathizer </i><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">is a fresh look at the Vietnam War, told from a Vietnamese perspective. The book opens with the fall of Saigon and the escape of a cadre of South Vietnamese military to America with their families.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">Amidst that crew is our narrator, a North Vietnamese spy who has been embedded amongst this military group. The book jumps between scenes of atrocity in Vietnam, and the narrator's time spent in America, where he is keeping tabs on the South Vietnamese exiles who are plotting to take back their country by organizing a military insurgency from the Laotian border.</span><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">The Sympathizer,</i><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> however, is more than just a war story. It’s a book about immigrants, refugees and minorities making their way in America and in the world. The narrator, born of French father and Vietnamese mother, was never wholly accepted in Vietnam, viewed as a bastard.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">As a supporter of the communist North Vietnamese, yet living amongst the South, he's a figure constantly torn between two worlds. Once he arrives in America, he fully becomes the "other".</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">Nguyen's insights into identity politics and the plight of the "other" are the moments when the book really sings.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">The standout scene may be when he is brought in to consult on a Hollywood film about the Vietnam War.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">He's given a script where the Vietnamese do nothing more than merely scream in pain. Though the film is ostensibly about their war, they get no lines.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">This passage is a brilliant condemnation of the white washing of Hollywood, of the entertainment universe systematically removing the voice of minorities.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">Though the book is firmly planted in the Vietnam and post-Vietnam years, </span><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">The Sympathizer</i><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> seems fresh.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">Given all the race baiting happening in this country right now, given the fear of minorities, and given the plight of millions of people seeking refuge from a war they didn't create, </span><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">The Sympathizer</i><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> is a timely read.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span></div>
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I can't say the same for another Pulitzer Prize Winner, Adam Johnson's <i>The Orphan Master's Son</i>. I found this to be a pretty tedious read. I read it a couple month's back, so excuse me if my memory is a bit foggy. The book is a satirical look at navigating the politics and day-to-day living in Kim Jong Il’s North Korea. The book follows the travails of an orphan and his unlikely journey into the upper echelons of the North Korean political spectrum. Alas, the satire is so broad, I had trouble getting a sense of what really goes on in North Korea. So many of the scenarios seemed so absurd, that the book never seems grounded. It ultimately comes across as silly rather than biting. It had its moments that could suck you in for a spell, but my attention and level of caring wandered throughout. Pretty sure he was going for a Joseph Heller or Vladimir Voinovich vibe. Alas, without being familiar of the reality of life in North Korea, the satire falls short.</div>
Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-22894949721098631322016-05-30T13:19:00.001-07:002016-05-30T13:19:59.868-07:00San Jose Sharks in the Stanley Cup!? Unbelievable.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Can’t tell you how excited I am to see the San Jose Sharks take a shot at winning the Stanley Cup. When I moved to SF in 1987, there was no hockey here. My friends and I went to see NHL exhibition games at the Oakland Coliseum (yes, that was a thing). When the Sharks were awarded a franchise in 1991, I was there. I can proudly say I’ve been to a Sharks game every season they’ve been around with the exception of the year I had back surgery and the strike years (the NHL can be idiots, and I refused to give them my money those years). I’ve spent countless hours watching this team through thick and thin. </div>
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The local media pays no attention to them. <i>The SF Chronicle</i> axed their beat writer years ago, and they usually start their playoff coverage late in the post-season, usually the game before they get eliminated. The national coverage usually just focuses on The Sharks dubious playoff performance. To my surprise, the <i>Chronicle</i> has jumped on the bandwagon this week, with lots of good coverage. My favorite piece was <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/sharks/article/25-unforgettable-Sharks-moments-7951526.php" target="_blank">this article</a> listing 25 great moments in Shark history. It’s an excellent read, written by their former beat writer <a href="https://twitter.com/rossmckeon" target="_blank">Ross McKeon</a> who knows his hockey and his Shark history. This piece reminds us that for all their recent playoff troubles, people forget that this franchise has been so good for so long. From the mid 90s to the early 2000s, they were the low seeds who upset plenty of high ranked teams along the way. Talk to Wings and Blues fans about that. McKeon gets beyond the tired narratives and digs the rich and checkered history. </div>
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• Watching a game in the inaugural season, sitting in the last row at the Cow Palace and realizing that was probably the closest I’ve ever been to the ice at a pro hockey game. Though it was falling apart, watching a pro sports team in a 5,000 seat venue was amazing.</div>
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• Bumping into Shark’s owner George Gund at a film event and complimenting him on the re-signing of Vincent Damphousse. Gund invited me to call him up for tickets whenever I wanted. I took him up on that once a year.</div>
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• Courtesy of Gund tix, sitting on the glass right behind the goal at a Rangers game, and watching beer fall into the laps of the rubes who set their drinks on the dasher. Who was at this game? Jason Wolos, Eric Henry, KC Smith? </div>
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• Sitting in a hotel room in San Antonio with Gil Ray, while on tour with The Loud Family, and watching the underdog Sharks eliminate the Blues in 2000. </div>
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• Going to a Blues/Sharks playoff game in early 2001, again courtesy of Gund. </div>
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• Taking in several games through the years with Jay Hinman. </div>
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• Watching games from great seats courtesy of Jim Levy.</div>
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• Appearing on the Jumbotron not 1, not 2, but 3 times in a separated at birth gag. I got compared to Bert from Sesame Street so that was ok. I like Bert. That said, having people shout “Bert” at you in the concourse while waiting in the bathroom line – not so great. FYI, after my first appearance, the av crew just used stock footage of me. That’s not cool. </div>
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• And maybe best of all, watching the mascot, Sharkie, get in a fight with a loudmouth fan (witnessed and written about by Anthony Bedard)! </div>
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-78201219074336065932015-08-26T09:31:00.000-07:002015-08-26T09:31:20.671-07:00Of Walking In Ice by Werner Herzog<div style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12px;">
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-25854378692156651812015-08-22T10:58:00.000-07:002015-08-22T11:02:25.619-07:00Black Hole by Bucky Sinister<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Black Hole</i> is fantastic. Sinister would be the first to admit that it owes a debt to Philip K. Dick. <i>A Scanner Darkly</i> jumps to mind, as <i>Black Hole</i> is drenched in drug-fueled sadness as we bear witness to a character losing his mind, and quite disturbingly, his hold on time. <i>Black Hole </i>features an ageing hipster, Chuck, with an insatiable appetite for drugs. But the drugs that he dabbles in are new designer drugs, the side effects not quite known. Chuck has not quite figured out how to grow up. He’s a 40 year old drug addict who hasn’t given up the party. His friends are either dead or have grown up, shedding their punk rock leathers for family man garages. On top of that, his beloved Mission is undergoing a rapid change. In with tech, out with warehouses, squats, and Mission eccentrics. He's at a loss how to move into middle age. He's become the weird old guy at the party. </div>
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<i>Black Hole</i> is at its best when it addresses how we approach middle age, especially for those who cut their teeth in the punk universe. What happens when you recognize that the world around you has changed, but you can’t figure out how or where you fit into the new order of things? Worse yet, what if you realize there is no place for you? </div>
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How we approach change is central to <i>Black Hole</i> and as Chuck grapples with change at the personal level, he is confronted with a rapidly gentrifying San Francisco. <i>Black Hole</i> becomes a great vehicle for exploring the current changes in the Mission. No worries though, <i>Black Hole</i> is not shrill or didactic. It’s equal parts funny and melancholy. Sinister has been honing his chops as a stand-up comedian for the last ten years and <i>Black Hole</i> is full of funny. It features a world where the nouveau tech crowd are clamoring to buy mini whales, the hottest status symbol pet on the market. It also laments a world where a crazy person, running around the Mission covered in feces, is no longer acceptable. </div>
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-62512584334856672272015-06-30T10:36:00.001-07:002015-06-30T10:36:24.616-07:00Inherent Vice vs. Play It As It Lays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I’m on a 60s LA kick. Just finished up Joan Didion’s <i>Play It As It Lays</i> and Thomas Pynchon’s <i>Inherent Vice</i>. Ira Levin’s<i> The</i> <i>Stepford Wives</i> is on deck, which could serve as a nice capper to this run.</div>
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<i>Play It As It Lays </i>and <i>Inherent Vice</i> share a frayed vision of the 60s, but the similarities stop there. <i>Play It As It Lays</i> is desperate, sad, and heartbreaking. It is steeped in melancholy. If the 60s were supposed to be liberating and life affirming, the characters in this book never got the memo. It’s a crashing dream. We get snippets of the life of Maria. Model turned actress turned Hollywood wife heading for a crack up. All the booze, the drugs and loose morals do nothing but undermine her self-worth. It’s a haunting book. <i>Play It As It Lays</i>, written in 1970, seems ahead of its time in re-evaluating the 60s or certainly poking holes in the Eden-esque<span style="color: #ff7c00;"> </span>60s mythology.</div>
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<i>Inherent Vice,</i> on the other hand, fully plays into that myth. Free love and free drugs abound. Surf music is on the radio, rock and roll is in the streets, and revolution is in the air. But this is a crime novel, so not all is well. A Cointelpro sting, a drug ring, and a bizarre real-estate scandal threaten the stoners’ surf paradise. However, Pynchon’s characters remain oblivious to the menace, having a rollicking good time. They all are just too stoned to be too concerned.<br />
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Plopped down in 1969, months after the Manson murders, <i>Inherent Vice</i> is a hazy, drug-fueled noir. It owes a huge debt to Raymond Chandler, but floats in a psychedelic fog. I loved it at times, but at other points the haze got a bit thick. With an intensely convoluted plot, filled with oodles of characters, the narrative slip slides around in a cloud of pot smoke, oft times obscuring the narrative. At some level that approach leaves you with some impressionistic scenes, but with so many plot turns to keep track of, confusion ensues. Interestingly, I heard an interview with Paul Thomas Anderson, who adapted <i>Inherent Vice</i> for the screen last year. I have yet to see the movie, but he talks about using Robert Altman’s 1973 adaptation of <i>The Long Goodbye</i> as a model for his film. This completely informed my reading of <i>Inherent Vice</i>. Altman’s take on Chandler is narratively challenged and heavy on vibe. It’s elusive and hard to pin down. I was never the hugest fan, but the mood of that film has stuck with me years after viewing. Though I didn’t love <i>Inherent Vice </i>throughout, it actually has fueled my interest to take in the movie. It seems ripe for the screen, a dizzying visual ride, prone to slipping in and out of the narrative fold. I can get behind that.</div>
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On a side note, I haven’t read Pynchon since college. I loved him then, but haven’t read any of the comeback novels. I couldn’t help being struck by how wacky and goofy <i>Inherent Vice</i> was. Great heaps of Carl Hiaasen craziness abound in these pages. So my question is whether Hiaasen’s books are hugely influenced by early Pynchon or whether Pynchon has succumbed to influences by more modern writers? And speaking of modern influences, there a bit of James Ellroy and bit of <i>The Big Lebowski</i> floating around in this <i>Inherent</i> stew.</div>
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-22217493010669910832015-06-15T11:19:00.000-07:002015-06-15T11:19:43.099-07:00Mad Max: Fury Road<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The hype was thick. My Facebook feed full of friends raving about the new <i>Mad Max</i>. I saw it. I liked it. It had beautiful cinematography. So many breathtaking, impressionistic landscapes. Perhaps they were all crafted digitally. Who cares, they were stunning artistic achievements. There was great art direction. I’m not a car guy, but I loved some of the vehicles. Definitely some Big Daddy Roth inspired muscle. There were some fun chase scenes, perhaps bordering on Hanna-Barbera <i>Wacky Races</i> silliness. Was it feminist? I suppose it was. Though, for me it was feminist the way animated kids movies are environmentalist. In other words, some light exploration of the issues at hand. I’m not complaining. That’s good. Better than the alternative. But is this a deep movie that really talks about gender issues? Not really. Is it a 2 hour over-adrenalized car chase? Yup. Did I stop caring at some point? Sure. </div>
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Did I like <i>Mad Max</i>? Why not? It had some moments. I did love the fact that the soundtrack was so loud it oblterated much of the dialogue. I once saw <i>Cliffhanger</i> in Italy without subtitles. I loved it. Had I heard the actual dialogue, I'm sure I would have been horrified. Did I like Tom Hardy grunting his way through the script? I did. It reminded me of Timothy Spall in <i>Mr. Turner</i>. Hardy is no Spall, but I like movies with lots of grunting. </div>
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-47885098249399168472015-06-09T10:56:00.001-07:002015-06-09T18:00:12.066-07:00Karl Ove Knausgaard. Believe the Hype?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No question that the Karl Ove Knausgaard hype is in full effect. The Norwegian memoirist is everywhere from guest writing spots in <i>The New Yorker </i>to the lecture circuit. For those not in the know, Knausgaard has penned a massive memoir called, of all things, <i>My Struggle</i>. It’s a six volume odyssey, each volume clocking in around 600 pages. I just finished <i>Book 2 </i>and, if I’m honest, 1200 pages in, I’m still not sure what I think. In fact, after <i>Book 1</i>, I decided that I wasn’t going to commit to the full monty. But a couple stellar reviews by friends, and coming across it on the library shelves (shocked that it wasn’t checked out), I decided to give <i>Book 2</i> a go.</div>
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My struggle with Knausgaard is this - On the one hand, he’s an excellent writer. His prose has flow. He’s easy to read. He continually gives great insights into the little moments of life, all the while struggling over larger philosophical conundrums. </div>
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On the other hand, the narrative structure of these books is all over the map. There isn’t a conventional narrative thru line. There are thematic thru lines, but if you’re looking to sink into and be pulled along by a swiftly rushing narrative current, Knausgaard will frustrate.</div>
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<i>Book 2</i> is all about parenting. Knausgaard struggles with the perception of himself as a stay-at-home father. He struggles with his wife as they deal with parenting challenges. Though he dives head long into parenting, it cuts against the life he wants to lead as an artist. This dichotomy is at the heart of <i>Book 2</i>. He has to fight to carve out a space that allows him to write. As I read <i>Book 2</i>, it vividly brought back many of the challenges and triumphs of raising young children. </div>
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But the narrative is loose. The book opens at a kid’s birthday party. We’re at that party for a good 80 pages, and suddenly we slide into ruminations on Kanusgaard’s own childhood, and suddenly we careen into his first meeting with his wife, and all of a sudden we’re finding about his leaving Norway to come to Sweden. Some of these narrative excursions are 10 pages, some 50 pages. You never know how long of a ride you’re in for. You never know if a thread will come back. </div>
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-18968479729068564192015-04-14T09:11:00.000-07:002015-04-14T09:14:03.180-07:00I Didn't Go See The Replacements<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I loved The Replacements. They were one of the most important bands in my life during my college years. But at some point, I checked out. Listening to them made me sad. The <i>I’m In Trouble</i> 45 is one of my all time favorite 45s. I didn’t own it, but I played it on the jukebox every time I went to Joe’s Starr Lounge in Ann Arbor. I loved <i>Hootenanny</i>. I can’t begin to tell you how excited I was when <i>Let It Be</i> came out. I even loved the <i>When The Shit Hits the Fans</i> cassette. When <i>Tim</i> came out, I wasn’t ready to dismiss them solely for the fact that <i>Tim</i> was a major label release. <i>Tim</i> has its moments and contains some great tracks, but the production is awful, as are some of the songs. The album version of <i>Bastards of Young</i> paled in comparison to the live versions they had been playing prior to the release of that record. Not that I listened to their subsequent records all that closely, but they never did it for me when friends put them on. I guess I liked the earlier stuff, the Bob stuff. I loved that The Replacements shook the hardcore trappings of <i>Sorry Ma</i>, and found their pop and rock voice. But the poppier/rockier direction of <i>Hootenanny</i> and <i>Let It Be </i>was infused with the hardcore and metal that pulsed through their DNA. The Replacements were a band that could move from the emo beauty of <i>Within Your Reach</i> to the hardcore stupidity of <i>Run It</i> to the perfect amalgamation of noise and song in <i>Hayday</i> in a matter of a seconds. There was a level of unpredictability from one song to the next. Post <i>Let It Be</i>, that unpredictability and the excitement it brought disappeared for me. Yes there are good songs in the post<i> Let It Be</i> universe, The Replacements always had good songs. But that reckless rock and roll excitement was gone. The Replacements were a great band, and then they weren’t. And that makes me sad whenever I listen to them.</div>
Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-48326978572276464972015-03-31T10:27:00.000-07:002015-03-31T13:20:38.000-07:00Girl In A Band by Kim Gordon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just tore through Kim Gordon’s bio, <i>Girl In A Band</i>. It’s a good read. It’s a quick read.</div>
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As a bio, it hits all the stages in her life, but it does so with a light brush. It’s not a drama-fueled bio à la Mary Karr. It’s not as philosophical, nor does it delve as deeply and shed a light onto a specific time period like Patti Smith’s<i> Just Kids</i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">.</span></div>
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At times it feels like a hit and run overview, but within that, it’s all good. The book is very much about Gordon’s development as an artist and her quest to live the artistic life. I use the word “artist” consciously, because though Gordon is best known as a musician, it’s her interest in other art forms that serves as her wellspring. To be fair, Sonic Youth always came across as “arty”. I always liked that about them. Gordon doesn’t shy away from this conceit. Her inspiration comes from folks like Mike Kelley, Dan Graham, and Gerhard Richter.</div>
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The book is framed by the dissolution of her marriage, and that story gives the book its arc. Gordon has moved on from Sonic Youth, is starting new bands, has re-focused her energies on her art career, and is moving towards a different stage in her life. That change is lurking everywhere in <i>Girl In A Band</i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">.</span></div>
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For those looking for the comprehensive Sonic Youth tell-all/tome, this is not it. Gordon takes the stance that the band’s history has been well documented elsewhere. She moves through the band’s career by devoting chapters to specific songs and/or albums that resonated with her. It’s not the broad view that she takes, but the more personal glint into the world of Sonic Youth. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It does leave you wanting more stories and insights, but what’s on the page is strong.</div>
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Finally, art is the core for her. It informs her work as a musician and artist throughout her career. Personally, I love when artists take their inspiration from mediums that are not their own. This is Gordon’s m.o., so I loved that aspect of the book. If I have any complaint is that the photos in the book aren’t that strong, and the book is devoid of any telling photos of her artwork. As much of a fan as I am, I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know her work as a fine artist. She talks enough about it in the book, that some photos would have been nice.</div>
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<b>Peaky Blinders</b>—Let’s talk Netflix Original deep cuts. When I was first laid up with my bad back in December, I cruised through this British Series. Set in the 20s, it focuses on the mean streets of industrial Birmingham. It’s a melting pot of trouble. Commies, cops, IRA, and The Peaky Blinders, the local gang, are all doing battle in this hardscrabble universe filled with young men deeply scarred by their experiences in WWI. It’s a far remove from <i>Downton Abbey</i>. There are flashes of excitement, especially when the show gets political, as it does at the outset. Will the factory workers fight for their rights? Will they embrace a socialist movement? Will they embrace revolutionary moment? Or will they fall into the hands of the local gangs, offering a quick buck. Unfortunately, as the show develops, politics become an afterthought, and the show’s plot turns toward simple gang warfare. Not bad, I just feel that the politics of England between-the-wars carries with it a seed of originality that simple gang warfare fails to bring. I did stick out for both seasons.</div>
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<b>House of Cards</b>—Watching <i>House of Cards</i> and <i>Veep</i> at the same time is a bit surreal, since the plot lines are nearly identical, featuring Vice Presidents climbing the ladder to the Presidency. A shocking number of plot points start converging. The two shows represent an interesting exercise in taking similar broad plot points and creating two very different experiences. Enough of that, let’s talk <i>House of Cards</i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">.</span> I loved the first two seasons. Now that I’m more than halfway through season 3, I can’t say I’m feeling it so much. The first two seasons focus on Frank Underwood’s rise to power. His end game becomes clear and is the driving force of the series. Now that he is fully in power in season 3, the show seems to lose focus. As President he seems rudderless. Other than maintaining power and flaunting his power, he seems adrift with no political agenda. It seems odd to me that someone who is a career politician, who was so focused on achieving the Presidency, would get there and then have no clear policies that he wants to enact. As the season progresses, he pushes policy through, but it all seems so reactive as opposed to proactive. It strikes me as a bit of lazy writing. Given the strength of the writing and acting in the first two seasons, I’ll play out the string, but I’m starting to think the five hour investment I have in front of me could be better spent. </div>
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<b>Girls</b>—I’ve been mixed on <i>Girls</i>. I like Lena Dunham. That said, the show, at times has irritated. I dug season 1. Season 2 made my skin crawl a bit. I skipped season 3. I’m digging Season 4. I find myself looking forward to each episode. Isn’t that the draw of TV? There you have it. Have I mentioned how every time I look at Lena Dunham, I think of 90s underground filmmaker, Sarah Jacobson? I think Dunham, whether she realizes it or not, took the mantle Jacobson was blazing before her untimely death, and has run with it. I think Sarah would be proud to see someone like Dunham strutting her stuff so boldly on TV. That thought makes me happy.</div>
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<b>Togetherness</b>—I’m a big Mark Duplass fan. I really enjoyed the first season of <i>Togethrness</i>, which features a married couple moving in different directions after becoming parents. It seems real. It seems heartfelt. It seems wounded. The characters aren’t always sympathetic, but they are not in a good place. The side story of the directionless sister and the best friend, who is an out of work actor, feels real as well. What happens when you approach middle age and all your hopes and dreams seem forever out of reach? <i>Togetherness</i> goes there and it’s good stuff.</div>
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<b>Hockey</b>—I watch a lot of hockey. The Sharks, my team, are a bit of sideshow this year. They’re offering up as much drama as some of the shows on this list. As the regular season comes to an end, and it becomes increasingly likely they won’t make the playoffs, I keep watching. I suppose it’s the masochist in me. Sports fans understand. </div>
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<i>The One I Love</i> sets a great tone. It’s got a bit of austere sci-fi creep, with hints of <i>The Twilight Zone, Night Gallery,</i> and late night 70s B Movies like <i>Magic</i>. It also owes a debt to John Frankenheimer’s <i>Seconds.</i> But there’s dark comedy floating about as well. Only one of them can experience a doppelganger at a time. They have to hash out the ground rules for this trust exercise. It’s funny stuff. Obviously insecurities arise. Sometimes they are played for comedy, other times for melancholy.</div>
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-59836155710582755632015-03-18T11:46:00.000-07:002015-03-18T11:46:08.905-07:00Red Army<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love hockey. I love documentary. I was pretty excited to check out <i>Red Army</i>, a doc about the standout Soviet hockey teams of the 70s and 80s. For a fairly small release, <i>Red Army</i> was receiving plenty of hype from a variety of mainstream sources, which further wetted my appetite. </div>
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Growing up playing hockey in the 70s, the specter of the Red Army team was ever present. They were the enemy. Though they were the evil empire, there was no denying that they were awesome. They kicked Canada’s butt. And though the Americans beat them at Lake Placid,<span style="color: #ff2600;"> </span>any one in the know realized that had that game been played ten more times, the Russians would have won them all.</div>
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<i>Red Army </i>is a pretty entertaining doc focusing on more than just the formation of the team. It’s a glint into the Soviet political system and the industrial sports complex of the Cold War era. If you came of age in that era, there was no question that sports were a battleground that often stood in for political battles. <i>Red Army</i> acknowledges the Soviet necessity for fielding standout sporting teams to do battle on the international circuit. </div>
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Political machinations aside, at its core, <i>Red Army </i>showcases the trials and travails of the Red Army team members. Their training regimen was nuts. Players trained for 11 months out of the year, rarely spending time with their families. As a result, the Soviets played like a well-oiled machine. Each player was in complete sync with his line mates. The highlights of the team on the ice in <i>Red Army</i> are astounding. The Red Army’s starting five were absolute wizards. Their playmaking skills were a true thing of beauty. I assure you that you won’t see hockey of that caliber on a Tuesday night tilt between the Panthers and Jets. But their machine like dismantling of their opponents also turned them into communist automotons in the eyes of Western observers. <i>Red Army</i> does a great job of humanizing the players. </div>
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The documentary revolves around star defensemen Slava Fetisov, who would later go on to win a bunch of Stanley Cups for the mighty Red Wings. Fetisov was the team leader and the first player who bristled at the authoritarian yoke of the team and head coach Viktor Tikhonov. Fetisov’s desire to emigrate and jump ship to the NHL leads to punitive treatment from the team and the system that he lead to international glory. </div>
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While we now take for granted the international flavor of the NHL, it’s easy to forget the resistance put up to Soviets playing in the NHL. From the “their coming for our jobs stance” to the general distrust of commies in our midst, the transition of these Soviet stanouts to the NHL was incredibly difficult for the players and their families. Not only were they isolated by language, culture, and style of play, but many NHLers didn’t want them here. Fetisov, along with teammates Alexei Kasatonov, Igor Larionov, and Sergei Makarov were pioneers in bringing the Russian game to the U.S, but their transition was far from idyllic, often being viewed as foreign pariahs.</div>
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For the past month I’ve been laid up with a herniated disc. Two weeks of being bed-ridden were followed by a little spine surgery, which has been followed by a couple more weeks of spending a lot of time lying flat on my back. I haven’t tied my shoes, washed dishes, or worn big-boy pants in a month. I have, however, done a lot of reading and a modicum of viewing. In the next couple of days, I’ll be rolling out what I’ve learned.</div>
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<b>Gulag: A History by Anne Applebaum</b></div>
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Looking down the barrel of a surgeon’s knife, I decided to tackle a 500 page tome on the Soviet prison camp system. I figured that a) not being able to move would help/force me to plow through this bitter and brutal history, and b) from a personal perspective, I figured that though I was laid up and facing a surgery with potentially scary side effects, that I would be reminded that things could always be worse. Reading <i>Gulag: A History</i>, there is no question that things were worse. <i>Gulag</i> is an exhaustive look at the history, the inner machinations of, and the politics surrounding the gulag. The gulag was the soviet prison system. Driven by Stalin’s political paranoia, the system filled up with millions of Soviets. Though there were some hardened criminals, many of the prisoners were arrested on dubious pretenses. Indiscriminate sweeps of Ukranians, Poles, Balts and Jews landed many innocents in the gulag. The system was also filled by political prisoners who were accused of being enemies of the state. The gulag was not only driven by Stalin’s paranoia, but there was the false hope that the gulag could be an economic engine for the foundering Soviet Union. Prison labor was slave labor that the Soviet Union hoped could mine precious materials from the land, build vast public works projects, like canals, fell timber, and help drive the economy.</div>
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Applebaum, who penned the excellent <i>Iron Curtain: The Crushing of Eastern Europe 1944-1956</i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">,</span> does a great job discussing the politics that brought on the birth of this prison system, looks at the leaders and administrators who ran the system, and how the system transforms as Soviet Politics transform. Though the gulag was at its peak between the 1920s and 1950s, Applebaum traces the dissolution of the system through Glasnost and looks at how the prison system transforms through the 80s. <i>Gulag</i> also traces the life of the prisoner from arrest, transport to the camps, and acclimation to the camps. It focuses on the types of work, the types of rewards and punishments. It looks at the life of the guards, and it looks at the possibilities of escape. <i>Gulag</i> also looks at and differentiates the types of prisoners from political prisoners to hardened criminals to peasants whose arrests were brought on because they bristled at the notion of forced collectivization. Regardless of their point of origin, life in the camps was brutal. Food was scarce, tools to do the work were rudimentary to non-existent, clothing was threadbare, living conditions were frightening, there was violence amongst the prisoners and between prisoner and guard, and if you were placed in a northern camp above the arctic circle, life was mighty cold. In short, it was a brutal life.</div>
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While mired deep in the <i>Gulag</i> my dad sent me Ari Shavit’s <i>My Promised Land: The Triumph and Tragedy of Israel</i>. I picked it up, read the first chapter and was hooked, and thus began my pas de deux, simultaneously reading two historical books. I rarely read two books at once, but it was quite enjoyable. The gulag by day, Israel by night.</div>
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<i>My Promised Land</i> is an enthralling look at the history of Israel and the Zionist endeavor. Given the current state of politics, Israel and the Occupation are hot potato topics. There is much anger and vitriol, and courtesy of social media like Facebook, a lot of ranting and raving. Everyone has an opinion, but I always wonder how much people really know about the situation. I certainly know a bit of the history of the Middle East, but I’ll be the first to admit that I have large blind spots, and a perspective informed by being from a family whose grandparents came from Poland and the Ukraine to help settle Palestine in the 20s. I think everyone, regardless of political stance, could probably stand to know more about the situation, myself included.</div>
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I loved <i>My Promised Land</i>, and I’d highly recommend it to anyone looking to gain some perspective on current day politics and the history that got us to this moment in time. It is by no means an exhaustive look at the history, but Shavit looks at critical moments and events in Israeli history, explores them deeply and tries to relate them to today’s conflicts. He does so as someone who believes in the State of Israel, but someone who sees big flaws in the State and its politics.</div>
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Shavit is a <i>Haaretz</i> reporter, and a peacenik who squarely comes out against occupation. That said he is proudly Zionist and believes in the necessity of the state of Israel. The book starts by looking at the Zionist movement of the early 20<sup>th</sup> century and how its fueled by the hostility towards European Jews and the coming holocaust that will wipeout 6 million Jews. Against this backdrop the necessity for a Jewish homeland seems paramount. Shavit spend a lot of time looking at the early Zionists, their fierce determination, their collective spirit, their relationship to the land and to the Arabs in the land. At the crux of <i>My Promised Land </i>is Shavit’s realization that if one believes in the necessity of the Jewish State, displacement of part of the Arab population is wrapped up in that belief. Though we spend so much time focused on post-1967 occupation, at the core of the challenge of modern Israel is 1948. Zionism was all about finding a safe haven for Jews in a hostile world, but the ultimate and unfortunate byproduct of that desire was the displacement of an Arab population. The book continually circles back to this premise and Shavit spends much time trying to understand this dichotomy.</div>
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The book is a fascinating history of the development of Israel from its 20s roots to its modern complexities. <i>My Promised Land</i> looks at the various waves of Jewish immigration and the political movements that have shaped Israeli politics and culture. Shavit continually looks at all those movements though the lens of where we are at now politically. He looks at key moments of the early Zionists, he looks at key battles in 1948, he looks at the budding prosperity of the 50s, the nuclear program of the 60s, and the critical wars of 1967 and 1973. Interestingly he points to the failures of the Yom Kippur war as the turning point in Israeli politics, at how that defeat and the ensuing political malaise gave birth to the settler movement. He interviews key players in the early settler movement and explores the Occupation. He explores the peace movement and looks at his time as a soldier in Gaza in 1991. He also spends time trying to understand the ultra-orthodox movement and how shifting demographics and economics are continually affecting modern Israel.</div>
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-54618571890186821242015-01-15T08:13:00.000-08:002015-01-15T08:17:18.997-08:00Movies: I Saw A Lot of Them in 2014<br />
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I saw a lot of movies this year, and I really liked a lot of them. Maybe I'm going soft in my old age. In any event, here's a list of my faves in a vague sort of order.</div>
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Birdman<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Innovative vision</div>
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Snowpiercer<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Visceral gut punch</div>
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Boyhood<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Indie brilliance</div>
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Interstellar<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Epic grandeur</div>
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Alan Partridge<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Classic comedy</div>
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Jodorowsky’s Dune<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Mad passion</div>
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Selma<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Longest standing ovation I’ve seen in a theater<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div>
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Big Eyes<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> A subtler, more mature Burton</div>
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Gone Girl<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Hollywood at its most satisfying</div>
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Mr. Turner<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> I love Mike Leigh</div>
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Force Majeure<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Swedish ski trip from hell</div>
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Obvious Child<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Fun indie with a bit of bite</div>
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Mood Indigo<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Gondry creates a wondrous and frightening world</div>
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The Punk Singer<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Punk goodness</div>
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Chef<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Sweet Indiewood bordering on cloying</div>
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Citizen Four<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Required viewing</div>
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We Are The Best<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Punk cuteness</div>
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Grand Budapest<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Wes Andersony</div>
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The Imitation Game<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> A bloodless war movie for braniacs</div>
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Los Angeles Plays Itself<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Not as great as the hype promised, but well worth it</div>
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Life Itself<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Not as great as the hype promised, but well worth it</div>
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Trip to Italy<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Satisfying yet wanting a little more</div>
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Galapagos Affair<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Satisfying yet wanting a little more</div>
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Magic In The Moonlight Satisfying yet wanting a little more</div>
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Whiplash<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Good, except when it wasn’t</div>
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Godzilla<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> I like Godzilla movies and I liked this one</div>
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Frank<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Great at times, not great at times</div>
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Ida<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Great at times, not great at times</div>
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Edge of Tomorrow<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Blockbuster that entertained</div>
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Still wanting to see: Nightcrawler, Babadook, 20,000 Nights On Earth, Wild, PK, Finding Vivian Maier, Land Ho!</div>
Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-8600343500065482922014-12-29T14:22:00.000-08:002014-12-29T14:22:05.172-08:00My Two Cents about Big Eyes<br />
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-60144355016289189592014-12-29T13:59:00.001-08:002014-12-29T13:59:28.438-08:00That's Not Funny, That's Sick by Ellin Stein<br />
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Just finished barreling through <i>That’s Not Funny, That’s Sick</i>, a history of <i>The National Lampoon</i>. All told, it’s a fascinating read. <i>Th</i>e <i>National</i> <i>Lampoon</i> sprung out of the college humor magazine, <i>The Harvard Lampoon</i>. College humor mags had been kicking around since the 20s, but as the 60s rolled along they were primed to take advantage of the 60s cultural zeitgesit. The college humor magazine was a great format to poke fun at changing societal values. Magazines like <i>The Lampoon </i>were in a great position to take the piss out of both sides of the cultural divide. Juvenile, puerile, but intellectual, <i>The Harvard Lampoon</i> and its ilk spoke to a younger, increasingly cynical, anti-authoritarian generation. Recognizing that their generation’s worldview was not being expressed by other magazines, a group of <i>Lampoon </i>graduates decided to take <i>The Harvard</i> <i>Lampoon</i> national.</div>
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Anyone interested in comedy and satire in print, TV, and movies will find many points of entry here. As <i>The Lampoon</i> gained its footing as a satire and parody mag, it also began producing stage productions and comedy albums. People getting their start in various <i>Lampoon</i> endeavors include SNL stalwarts, Chevy Chase, John Belushi and Dan Akyroyd, SCTV lynchpins Joe Flaherty and Harold Ramis, directors Ivan Reitman, John Landis, and Christopher Guest, to name but a few.</div>
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For me, the book was most interesting when discussing how <i>The Lampoon</i> fit into the broader comedy movements of the 60s and 70s. <i>The Lampoon </i>isn’t seen in a vacuum. <i>That’s Not Funny, That’s Sick</i> looks at how<i> The Lampoon</i> related to other magazines like <i>Mad</i> and <i>The Realist</i>, and to comedy troupes like Second City, The Committee, The Credibility Gap, The Firesign Theater, and Monty Python. Likewise, as <i>The Lampoon</i> embarks on video projects, we see how they fit in with more political video pioneers like TVTV. If anything, I would have loved to see an even broader view of the comedy landscape.</div>
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The book also takes a long look at the early years of SNL and the careers of Chase and Belushi, in particular. These were great sections of the book, but part of me felt like it was a little bit of a cheat. Granted, Chase, Belushi, and SNL writers Michael O’Donoghue and Anne Beatts came through <i>The Lampoon</i>, and Donoghue and Beatts were absolutely central in both the development of <i>The Lampoon</i> and early SNL, but the book seems to veer away from <i>The Lampoon</i> and capitalize on the notoriety of its more popular, younger rival in SNL for long periods of a time. </div>
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<i>That’s Not Funny, That’s Sick</i> does have its rough patches. It often wanders away into contributors’ non-<i>Lampoon</i> projects for stretches, and it could also be tighter. It doesn’t always find the right balance of <i>Lampoon</i> history and in-depth descriptions of particular articles and issues. Regardless, it charts a progression of art, politics, and culture from the early 60s through the early 80s, and does so through the lens of comedy movements and satire, shining a unique perspective on those eras.</div>
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-44474956367069981112014-12-15T11:56:00.000-08:002014-12-15T11:56:21.607-08:00112 Words about Peter Mattheissen's The Snow Leopard
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slog for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Matthiessen recounts
his travel to the Himalayas with zoologist George Schaller.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Matthiessen yearns to see the snow leopard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Saunders is there to document the
rutting habits of the blue sheep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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ensues.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was interesting, yet
not so engaging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yeti were
discussed and I even found my mind wandering then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That can’t be a good sign.</div>
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I’ve only watched two episodes of the series so far, but the Chicago episode spends lots of time giving Steve Albini his props and showcasing the likes of Naked Raygun. Let me say that again. Naked Raygun! Naked Raygun, a band that for all intents and purposes is a footnote in rock history, not only gets a ton of exposure on an HBO show, but they are afforded the same respect as blues legends like Buddy Guy and Muddy Waters.</div>
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So, why are we made at Dave Grohl? Because he’s successful? Because he’s taken a different path over the last 20 years than a bunch of crusty old punks who didn’t have his success? Whatever. I don’t have a beef. He’s making a doc about rock history and he’s doing it from the perspective of someone my age, who has a similar set of musical touchstones. These types of big historical rock docs have always had too much of a boomer perspective for my likes, and I’m excited to see such an undertaking crystallized through a punk rock lens.</div>
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Is this doc just a fatuous sell-job for the new Foo Fighters record? Maybe. But what do I care? Selling records ain’t what it used to be. If this is Grohl’s way to stay relevant and move units, so be it. Why get mad at an artists for trying a different approach to stay in the public eye.</div>
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-26648433814189236572014-11-19T10:21:00.001-08:002014-11-19T10:21:25.789-08:00Citizen Four<br />
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<i>Citizen Four</i>, directed by Laura Poitras, documents the days leading up to Snowden’s revelations and the aftermath. Snowden was not interested in publishing the documents WikiLeaks-style for fear that he would reveal info that would jeopardize legitimate intelligent operations and individuals involved in such operations. Instead, Snowden contacts Poitras, whose documentary work he respected, <i>Salon</i>’s Glenn Greenwald, and <i>The Guardian</i>’s Ewan MacAskill. Working as a team, they decide the best way to release the information.</div>
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Snowden is not only cognizant of the havoc his revelations will unleash, but also understands the personal risks. Not only will he be cut-off from friends and family, but he’ll face treason charges under the auspices of the Espionage Act. The film opens with Snowden’s cat and mouse courting of Poitras. We see and hear a series of email exchanges. Dribs and drabs of heavily encrypted information flow between the two. Poitras is sucked in and the team assembles in Hong Kong, where Snowden has taken refuge, aware that Hong Kong is unlikely to extradite Snowden once his allegations are revealed.</div>
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This section of the film is fascinating. The film’s subjects are strangers, undertaking a damning project, rife with danger. Watching the group strategizing is a fascinating process. Once the documents are leaked, Snowden is forced underground and his journey takes him from Hong Kong to Moscow. From this point on we rarely see Snowden, most of his communication now coming in the form of encrypted emails. Snowden’s disappearance certainly has a chilling effect. He’s at the center of the storm, yet is effectively silenced by his precarious political standing. He’s granted asylum in Moscow, but that asylum seems tenuous at best. </div>
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The Snowden story is fascinating on many levels. As digital citizens, I think it’s important that we are aware of who has access to our communications. I think it’s important that we understand our conversations are not private. We live in a digital age where we live so much of our lives on-line. I have a middle schooler. My son and his friends will live their entire lives sharing information on-line. Their digital footprint will be huge. What will these intrusions on privacy mean to them? </div>
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One of the central concerns at the core of the case is whether we should be willing to give up some of our civil liberties for increased safety against terrorism. The film certainly addresses this, but if I had a complaint about the movie, it’s that due to the film’s vérité nature, <i>Citizen Four</i> is sometimes hard to read. Clearly Poitras, along with Snowden, believe that the government’s surveillance and obfuscation of justice is detrimental to free speech, and that has far-reaching, negative implications. That critique was clear to me, but I don’t know if that critique will hit home to those who might be skeptical to this line of thinking. </div>
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Any filmmaker that takes on a controversial subject should be aware that their film has skeptics. Presumably you want to win over those skeptics, get them to change their opinions on a hot-button issue. Otherwise, you’re just preaching to the converted. Many people watching this doc are probably anti-Snowden, anti-whistleblower, and fear terrorist attacks to the point that they would be willing to give up a certain level of privacy to prevent future attacks. I’m not sure <i>Citizen Four</i>’s approach is enough to get them to change their opinions. I return to my middle-schooler. He’s not doing anything treasonous on-line. Why should he care if the government has access to his email? What are they going to find out? That he’s mad at his math teacher? I walked into <i>Citizen Four</i> thinking that this film would need to be required viewing for any young person navigating today’s digital landscape. But I’m not sure that your average teen would be able to fully understand the socio-political critique. I wanted <i>Citizen Four</i> to have the impact of<i> An Inconvenient Truth</i>. Direct and chilling. <i>Citizen Four</i> doesn’t quite deliver in that way. That’s not how it’s designed, but I wish it had been.</div>
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-38607963171481659882014-11-09T10:09:00.001-08:002014-11-09T10:10:23.372-08:00Birdman, Leviathan, The Big Screen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-37043690085050495742014-10-17T15:14:00.000-07:002014-10-17T15:14:51.509-07:00Charles Willeford's I Was Looking For A Street<br />
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<i>Street</i> contains a hint of Edward Bunker’s <i>Little Boy Blue</i>. There’s a hint of Jack Black’s <i>You Can’t Win</i>. Willeford’s writing is spare. He doesn’t dress up the prose. But, alas, there’s something light and surface level to the tale. The book, which clocks in at 150 pages, feels like an anecdote rather than a fully realized memoir. There are potent incidents, yet they don’t build in a wholly satisfying fashion. <i>I Was Looking For A Street</i> is an easy read and an enjoyable read, but it left me wanting more.</div>
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-73435495442500172182014-10-14T15:56:00.000-07:002014-10-14T16:00:51.345-07:00Black Snow by Mikhail Bulgakov<br />
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Plotboxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15031335868248707719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8026409865771654232.post-88651362957929817002014-09-16T21:48:00.000-07:002014-09-16T21:49:21.130-07:00Crab Monsters, Teenage Cavemen, And Candy Stripe Nurses: Roger Corman: King of the B Movie by Chris Nashawaty<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69F43jfInEpWz2q3JBsu_7sJELvM1xhaaPblSl16Y55ERhaOWIY9SJnmrB36EWBNJQDS95okpnlk5CEhXx5p8ZjJE773gfEHSnFcnMcXeOpql0Xhb7Sf9DvLH-flJQl7lwy2RlhTCTYC0/s1600/IMG_9542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69F43jfInEpWz2q3JBsu_7sJELvM1xhaaPblSl16Y55ERhaOWIY9SJnmrB36EWBNJQDS95okpnlk5CEhXx5p8ZjJE773gfEHSnFcnMcXeOpql0Xhb7Sf9DvLH-flJQl7lwy2RlhTCTYC0/s1600/IMG_9542.JPG" height="200" width="200" /></a>Roger Corman is a legend of the cinema. Corman started his career in the early 50s and is still active today. Along the way he has managed to direct and produce hundreds of films, rarely losing a dime on any of them. They were cheapies, they were B movies, they were exploitation, they were direct-to-video. Monster movies, biker movies, and women-in-prison movies were just some of the genres Corman dabbled in during his heyday. The films had great names (<i>A Bucket of Blood, She Gods of Shark Reef, Naked Angels</i>), they had eye-popping posters, and the films always had great tag lines: “Their bodies were caged, but not their desires. They would do anything for a man—or to him,” boldly declares the poster from <i>The Big Doll House</i> starring Pam Grier. </div>
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<i>Crab Monsters, Teenage Cavemen, And Candy Stripe Nurses: Roger Corman: King of the B Movie</i> is an oral history of the Corman universe. It’s a fun peek into the world of shoestring production, told by those who lived to tell the tale. </div>
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Corman’s longevity was a result of having a finger on the pulse of what would sell, as well as his ability to expertly navigate the changing landscape of cinema.<span style="color: #ff201a;"> </span> He knew how to produce B movie fodder for double bills and drive-ins in the 50s. He saw a market for biker films and psychedelic films during the rise of the counter culture in the 60s. Once Hollywood started making his kind of sci-fi and monster movies, but with huge budgets <i> (Star Wars, Jaws</i>), he knew he had to reposition himself. He became one of the first producers to take advantage of the nascent VHS market, making straight-to-video exploitation in the 80s. He also got in on the ground floor, selling films to cable providers in the early stages of that market. Most recently he has been working directly with cable networks like Syfy looking for low-budget, genre-specific productions<span style="font: 12.0px 'Times New Roman';">.</span><span style="color: #ff7b2c;"> <i> </i></span><i>Piranhaconda</i>, anyone?</div>
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However, Corman’s biggest contribution to cinema may be what is referred to as the “University of Corman” or “The Roger Corman School of Filmmaking”. Corman had a keen eye for evaluating, or perhaps exploiting, talent. He routinely gave young film students an opportunity to write, direct, and act in feature length films. In the 50s and 60s, the Hollywood system was hard to crack unless you had connections. If you were willing to work hard, work smart, and work cheap, Corman was willing to work with you, and he opened his studio doors to a bevy of passionate young folks wanting to break into the film biz. Luminaries who cut their teeth on Corman productions include Francis Ford Coppola, Peter Bogdonovich, Martin Scorcesse, James Cameron, Penelope Spheeris, Ron Howard, John Sayles, Jonathan Demme, Jack Nicholson, and Robert Towne to name just a few.</div>
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<i>Crab Monsters</i> weaves together the stories of all of these major players and then some. It’s a loving tribute from Hollywood hot shots who openly admit that they owe much of their success to the opportunities that Corman gave them, and from how much they learned under Corman’s tutelage. Also touching was the general consensus that once these youngsters got a couple of productions under their belt, Corman actually encouraged them to leave and head on to better projects with bigger budgets. Corman was under no illusion about the kind of work he was making. That said, what makes so many of the Corman productions rise above base levels of exploitation is that those making the films were giving it their all, because they knew the value of the opportunity they were being given. </div>
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Though Corman’s films were exploitation and gratuitously breast heavy, Corman opened the doors for women as well. Says Gale Anne Hurd (producer <i>Aliens, The Terminator, Walking Dead</i>), “At the time, he was the only person in Hollywood who would ask a woman coming in for a job as an executive assistant, ‘Ultimately, what kind of career path do you want to take?’ I didn’t think there <i>was</i> a career path! It hadn’t occurred to me. And I said, ‘Roger, I’d like follow in your footsteps and be a producer.’ And he said, ‘Tremendous!’” Many of the women and men interviewed for <i>Crab Monsters</i> attest to the fact that the number of women on Corman productions from directors to writers to producers to crew exceeded what was happening elsewhere in the Hollywood system.</div>
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Also of interest is that in the 70s Corman started distributing European art house fare in America. Fellini, Kurosawa and Bergman made it to the theaters courtesy of Corman’s support. Corman liked the films, and the ever savvy businessman in him realized that there was money to be made.</div>
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<i>Crab Monsters</i> is beautifully laid out with hundreds of pages of photos, posters and graphic goodies befitting Corman’s oeuvre. Needless to say, the book is filled with fantastic anecdotes. <i> Death Race 2000</i> is one of my favorite Corman productions. Sylvester Stallone tells a great story about straying from the script and inserting his own dialogue into <i>Death Race</i>, confident that he could get away with it because he knew the production was too cheap to do second takes. Stallone then credits that experience with building up his confidence to write the <i>Rocky</i> script. </div>
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Corman, too, was willing to improvise in his own way. Alan Arkush (director of<i> Rock ‘N’ Roll High School)</i> relates a great anecdote about <i>Cockfighter</i>. The film was one of the few Corman bombs. The opening weekend was a disaster, but Corman was undaunted. Says Arkush, “We were on the phone with Roger and he’s saying, ‘You know the scene where Warren Oates leans back and closes his eyes? Cut in some naked nurses and some car crashes like he’s dreaming of that.’ We thought he was kidding.” Corman was not.</div>
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Ron Howard does a great job summing up Corman’s low-budget but loving ways. “I was fighting with Roger at one point on <i>Grand Theft Auto</i>, trying to get a few more extras in our climactic demolition-derby scene in the stands. Everyone was supposed to be rioting. And he wouldn’t give me more than forty-five extras. The grandstand was supposed to seat a thousand people. And we talked about cheating the angles. But I kept begging for more. And finally he just put his hand on my shoulder in a very paternal sort of way and smiled and said, ‘Ron, I’m not going to give you any more extras. But know this: If you do a good job for me on this picture, you’ll never have to work for me again.’” </div>
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And that’s why you’ve got to love Roger Corman.</div>
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