7/26/08

'2' for 2

Well there you have it- two solid films made for grown-ups over two consecutive weekends. I loved The X-Files: I Want to Believe, though I'm sure this enthusiasm won't be shared to any Dark Knight degree.

Most reviews of this film deemed it 'low-budget-looking' and 'underwhelming'; though Roger Ebert, who in his recent infirmity seems to have developed a level head, was wise enough to call it what it was. So many popular reviewers are contradicting themselves more and more, dissing 'Event Movie' culture, yet when a low-key, solid film with a franchise title such as this comes along, the flip-flops roll right in.

Having rewatched the first X-Files film within the last year, free of its juxtaposition with the ongoing television phenomenon, I was struck by its straightforwardness and purity of narrative- it, like this, like The Dark Knight, are akin to films released regularly in the 1970's- thrillers that thrill with their story and character, and not, as Ebert says in his review, with "villains the size of buildings".

Audiences may have forgotten, or never even seen, the early style of The X-Files. Shot in and around Vancouver, often using gritty, shitty locations, it looked- well, kind of awful. Most of the rinky-dink effects added to these episodes appeared to come out of a Video Toaster program. Yet the filmmakers involved used this to their absolute advantage- a simple, tightening shot of a silent telephone, accompanied by Mark Frost's scoring, was enough to titillate and inspire welcome goosebumps.

As the series progressed and gained popularity, rinky-dink was replaced with razzle-dazzle, and proved that epic shots of black helicopters firing missiles couldn't really work the same way as a single actor running down a rainy Vancouver alleyway. This film is epic in a reserved way- the money's there, Gillian Anderson still looks like a superstar instead of a neophyte, but Chris Carter shows enough directorial restraint that the whole affair harkens back to his simplest styles of storytelling.

The case has been made for a bigger, boomier, Event film; one where, say, a friggin' huge UFO appears to millions of people and Mulder has to be pulled, completely vindicated, from exile, but I for one feel liberated by this story's lack of X-mythology. I watched the series finale the night before the film- the one where Mulder is put on trial, clip-show style, with AD Skinner as his defense, and all of his former Deep Throats, etc. rattle off the Alien Conspiracy in plain language- and agreed after the first witness that Skinner should have been thrown out of court. When fully revealed and plainly told, the series arc- involving supersoldiers, bees, black oil, etc. seemed downright ridiculous. X-Files worked best when you didn't know a thing- unlike Lost, which is becoming richer the more its secrets are revealed, the exposed secrets of the shadow government ground things to a halt. I call it the 'Boba Fett Effect'- dude works best when he keeps his helmet on; we don't need to know his family history.

And that's why this film works- the mystery is pretty much secondary to themes of faith and belief that the series developed- evidenced by that mystery's simple conclusion even as the film goes on to follow Mulder and Scully's personal reflections on what they learned from it. Though if I do have a major criticism it actually involves this- these themes are presented so deeply 'In-Universe', to use a geek phrase, that they barely escape the character's minds and motivations enough to make an audience truly think about anything but The X-Files. The Dark Knight, on the other hand, used its characters' familiar traits to provide themes that leaped screaming out of the Batman myth. There is another problem, endemic to cult stories that get tied up in their own concerns, about uncharacteristically straightforward information from the final episode that reveals an alien takeover will take place in 2012- if this is so, why is Scully so concerned about saving the life of a child who will inevitably be extraterrestrial lunchmeat? But this is a minor quibble. Perhaps, if the budget was low enough on this for it to turn a profit, we'll see that 2012 story told.

This is just a movie. And that's pretty refreshing. Like Ebert said, don't expect a kung-fu, Big Boss ending like most every other franchise movie this summer. If you're feeling like everything in theatres, good or bad, this year is being thrown at you with the crazy fervor of an Olympic ceremony, relax and enjoy this little thing.

7/21/08

Finding Balance- 'The Dark Knight'

Why... so... SERIOUS?
Yeah, really- I've been harping on every film and trailer going all summer long. And was it just me, or did I feel a continental gust of true enthusiasm at about 2am on Thursday morning, as the first preview screenings of
The Dark Knight let out?
Iron Man, Hellboy, Indiana Jones- all trumped and lost in the wake of cathartic darkness this film spread across the land. I can see the three of them sharing a flask of whiskey on some lonesome hilltop as they watch the Bat Signal sweep the sky.
But I'll stop short about the cultural shakings a truly great film can inspire. Blogs should be dedicated to personal experience, no?
I can't recall a single film, studio-backed or not, that has been brave enough to investigate the dark hearts we all harbour and so seldom admit to having. This wasn't a 'super-hero' movie; this was a movie about humans. As I watched this I tried to recall a single American film about the darker side of existence that wasn't couched in an agenda (eg. Platoon) or propped up as an American allegory (Goodfellas); a film that stared with an unflinching eye at a fact so many North Americans have buried inside themselves to the point of complete denial, even post 9/11- and couldn't come up with one. And what fact is that? That horrid, diabolical, randomly evil shit goes down in completely equal amount to all the kissy, privileged, yuppie goosestepping depicted in so many Hollywood films. I've already been practically lambasted by one individual for daring to mention that I found this film liberating and cathartic, but as I see it, if you can't take the darkness, you have no right in claiming the light.

I risk losing all credibility in this comparison, but during the spot-on dialogues between The Joker and the Batman, I was reminded of the 'temptation' scenes between Anakin Skywalker and Palpatine in Revenge of the Sith, dialogue I assume was doctored by Tom Stoppard and actually had me convinced that Palpatine was in the right. Of course this was an argument that had to be strong enough to turn Anakin into an unfeeling mass-murderer, and similarly (dammit I wish I had this screenplay), during The Joker's soliloquies I found myself thinking "He is, he's absolutely right."

Somebody has to say it, especially in this day and age. The Joker's "social experiment" with the two ferries had me thinking about just how we're going to behave in, oh, four months, when oil's too expensive to heat homes, and in four years, when water becomes a commodity. And during the film's closing comments about having faith that something, anything, good will happen, Barack Obama's face literally drifted before my mind's eye. Not too often that a film like this makes one think real-world thoughts instead of fanboy irrelevancies.

But all that said- on to the fanboy irrelevancies. The incorporation of Two-Face's coin backstory into this film's plotline- brilliant. The labyrinthine turnarounds involving Commissioner Gordon's shooting- great. The sequence in Hong Kong- amazing. And Heath Ledger- watching him place as much as he did into a single word- "Hi" - (dressed as the nurse, at Harvey's bedside) says all I want to say about that performance.

I wonder how kids these days are taking this film. Will something like this will live on to be revisited as they grow up, revealing more and more of its secrets? Kind of like how I didn't realize Star Wars was a coming of age film until I, well, came of age?

I'm just so happy a good movie came out this summer. If you wait, and wait, and have faith...

7/18/08

Watchmen Movie Trailer

Alright- if you're reading this you may be convinced you're witnessing my real-time (de?)(e?)volution into a full-blooded geek. I've been hurt by watching a goddamned movie trailer. Yet I refuse to be branded a nerd for this- Watchmen has for 21 years been one of my favorite pieces of literature, period, and only recently have I been able to cease defending it and join the status quo, as mainstream culture now tends to agree.
Yet today the internet is full of jizz-bombs over the debut of the ad for its film adaptation, which features a plodding Smashing Pumpkins song and a washed-out, completely unoriginal revamp of the novel's vivid images into what looks like every other gloomy, shitty b-action film since Seven darkened things down.

Once people started calling Iron Man 'amazing' I truly began to wonder when acceptable standards for inspiring entertainment went right down the toilet. Now that people are getting more excited over an image like this

than an image like this,
I'm beginning to believe that I've entered my curmudgeonly, 'they'll never make 'em like they used to' phase. But no, I'm not going to cave to that either- because they don't.

6/23/08

At The F#&%ing Movies

Does this-

Equal this?

And does this

Equal THIS?

Let's discuss.
Last summer, stuck in the countryside with very little to do, an old friend and I made a somewhat misled pledge to see every 'summer blockbuster' that passed through the local cinema. When I was much younger I for some reason mandated myself to attend every film that broke the $100 million mark (as evidenced here).
I can't do this anymore. I don't know what the fuck happened. Not to me, but to the movies, and the people who go see them. How can people I otherwise deem sensible and intelligent come tell me that this

was "fantastic", when it was essentially THIS:

with iron. How many more Marvel Movies will they have to see before they get as exasperated as I am with the tedious formula (Act One: Hero learns powers, to often comic and 'neat' effect. Act Two: Hero performs minor test rescue, using those powers. Act Three: Hero fights 'Big Boss' on a dark, rainy street).
I digress, kind of, but hell, it's all a vicious cycle. After the frustrationfest of Iron Man I knew that Indy was on its way. Not that I held out any exceptional expectation; hell, I just walked in off the street, pushing past the costumed guys and their costumed Dads (!). Now let's all be honest, whether you attended the original film in this series au theatre or whether you weren't even a glimmer in your Henry Jones' eye: this thing was just on par with an episode of frikking Relic Hunter, or any other piece of shit that has blatantly capitalized on Raiders in the last twenty-seven years. Now for fear this turns into my very first fanboy-esque rant, let me calm down a bit. The opening ten minutes of this film, until Indy nuked the fridge, were passable and inspired; the credit sequence encapsulating the 1950's perfectly and without words, setting us up in a distinct time and place. But speaking about the film seriously ends there, and what followed was the tried-and-true formula a la Iron Man- there's stuffy old Indy teaching, some shit happens and he's whisked off, blah blah.
And blah blah it is. Enough hate has been written all over this movie*. I'm going to continue on through the vicious cycle to its next step, and that's me, one of three males a t my sold-out screening, willingly attending Sex and the City- and enjoying it far more than Crystal Skull.
Romantic comedies are among the only films I've out-and-out turned off in the last few years. Fuckin' Catch and Release, Georgia Rule- oh, uggh. But here were well-rounded characters, if not in a realistic environment, feeling realistic things. I wasn't just pleasantly surprised, I was gobsmacked.
So I looked into this- how were critics and audiences feeling about the film version? I didn't use the internet- I used the people and papers at hand. And really, I didn't find one review, oral or written, that wasn't entirely concerned with intricacies and continuity carried over from the television series. These people, they better not ever use the term 'Trekkie' in a derogatory manner... ever. These people far surpass any intolerance Trekkies have for messing with what they consider 'canon'.
The reason I bring up Star Trek is that I cannot for the life of me think of a TV-to-film conversion that is more similar to the one Sex and the City went through. I'll cop to really, really enjoying Star Trek: The Next Generation, and being baffled and disappointed when it wrapped up and appeared on the big screen. Character and interactions that had seven years to form on television were presented as if to an audience that didn't even have a clue what Star Trek was. And it's been asked a million times- who in the shit is going to a Star Trek movie that doesn't know what it is and who it deals with? Those who had never seen The Next Generation were, I'm sure, not entirely converted by sitting through Star Trek Generations.
Yet sitting through Sex and the City, I nearly was. I heard all of the complaints, many of them from the people I attended the film with, and I'm damned sure that if I'd taken them to Generations or Nemesis I'd be getting an earful about wasted time. But they had a guy with them who liked the film more than they did. Somebody did something right with this film. And something is very, very wrong if a Star Trek-loving comic book fan is eschewing The Hulk and every other nasty attempt at mass-market entertainment that's coming down the pike for a girl's movie. I will totally see you at Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants 2.

* But I can't resist: I have to express the one thing about it that really drove me around the bend, and one of the reasons I compare it to a bottom-feeding, low-production value syndicated TV show. In the first two Indy films, he went through the ringer, sliding down muddy embankments, getting the shit beaten out of him- and he ended his adventures looking like hell. Yet after every breakneck sequence, and even at the very end of the film, sitting on that mountaintop, Jones looks like he just came from the fuckin' dry cleaners. Nothing's happened to him! His fucking pants and shirt are pressed when he's running through the kingdom of the crystal skull! And all this after Lucasfilm drops another one of those "we built 30 hats and jackets in various stages of distress" featurettes. I guess they only used one of each? This is just one of a dozen things that took me out of the spell this movie was attempting to cast.

6/20/08

When I Was Young and Full of Grace, I Spirited a Rattlesnake

When I was young I liked to think that a bad thing would never happen to me. I liked to think that a fine home would drop out of the sky, all hardwood and plant-filled with a view of the sea, and with it would come a calm and sensible wife with a blonde bob and an ass that looked fantastic and tantalizing in a pair of beige capris. And there we would live quietly, going to farmer's markets and listening to a lot of public radio.
Not that anything bad is happening, or has happened. It's just that whenever I've seen a dog, large or small, lately, the thought has crossed my mind that that dog might seize on to my calf and lock its jaws down to the bone, & I'd have to kick and kick at the top of its head as the owner yelled indignantly about just what I was doing to their anthropomorphized little mamer.
I don't know why such a thought has been emerging regularly, and I certainly don't think it is a sign of some kind of mental imbalance. Perhaps some people would; like those types that gasp and feign to weep at, say, the plight of Brazilian children for as long as it takes for an image or concept to cross a localized television screen or radio wave. Those types are usually pretty quick to get back to their list of organic groceries to be picked up at the next farmer's market, or whatever other activity assuages a Modern Western Liberal's vague sense of 'Global Responsibility' or whatever new phrase has been invented to make happy people uneasy.
Maybe it's because of a recent conversation about divorce in which I described my own in vivid detail to a freshly married individual without realizing exactly, obviously, why she was asking. Maybe it's because those dark things are currently at the periphery of my consciousness, whereas they were at the forefront for so long. Why? Well, ask me the questions the aforementioned did. I'd probably tell you about how while one can sometimes quickly get over a person, they can sometimes take much longer to get over a situation. In that long period of time I learned to embrace and even enjoy a deep malaise, straight through to its natural ebb. This too could explain why I am in possession of dozens of emotionally apocalyptic records by deeply serious songwriters that I am no longer all that interested in listening to.
Is this how someone becomes selfish? Smug? Even smugger than a smug married? Is this how someone becomes satisfied with a prissy blonde housemate who may or may not put out after six to eight months? Have I been through my dark night of the soul, and am I left to peter into blandness? What would it mean if I told you I don't even care to ask these questions anymore. At least for the time being.

Mates of State, a band that is a married couple. Listen to Get Better, which, amazingly, I hadn't until I Googled them just now.

6/3/08

Bananas. BANANAS! List archive- singles

Yikes, maybe more interesting than the films-- here are my top ten pop singles from 87-93, cut down from my personal list of 30 (!) each year- I could never manage this now. Look out below for the TOP 25 SINGLES OF THE 80's, which is actually pretty hot.

1987

10. Bob Seger, 'Shakedown'
9. Bananarama, 'I Heard A Rumor'
8. U2, 'Where The Streets Have No Name'
7. Los Lobos, 'Come On Let's Go'
6. George Michael, 'I Want Your Sex'
5. Beastie Boys, 'Fight For Your Right'
4. Sting, 'We'll Be Together'
3. A-ha, 'The Living Daylights'
2. U2, 'I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For'
1. Los Lobos, 'La Bamba'

1988

10. INXS, 'Need You Tonight'
9. Bon Jovi, 'Bad Medicine'
8. Terence Trent D'arby, 'Wishing Well'
7. UB40, 'Red Red Wine'
6. Tracy Chapman, 'Fast Car'
5. INXS, 'Never Tear Us Apart'
4. Midnight Oil, 'Beds Are Burning'
3. U2, 'Desire'
2. Guns N' Roses, 'Sweet Child O' Mine'
1. INXS, 'New Sensation'

1989

10. R.E.M., 'Pop Song 89'
9. The Cure, 'Lovesong'
8. Edie Brickell and New Bohemians, 'What I Am'
7. The B-52's, 'Love Shack'
6. Tone Loc, 'Wild Thing'
5. Love and Rockets, 'So Alive'
4. John Cougar Mellencamp, 'Jackie Brown'
3. Milli Vanilli, 'Baby, Don't Forget My Number'
2. Prince, 'Batdance'
1. R.E.M., 'Stand'

1990

10. Vanilla Ice, 'Ice Ice Baby'
9. Jon Bon Jovi, 'Blaze Of Glory'
8. Faith No More, 'Epic'
7. The Northern Pikes, 'Girl With A Problem'
6. Depeche Mode, 'Policy Of Truth'
5. The Northern Pikes, 'She Ain't Pretty'
4. INXS, 'Suicide Blonde'
3. Julee Cruise, 'Falling'
2. Depeche Mode, 'Enjoy The Silence'
1. Sinead O'Connor, 'Nothing Compares 2 U'

1991

10. Sting, 'All This Time'
9. U2, 'The Fly'
8. Extreme, 'More Than Words'
7. Bryan Adams, '(Everything I Do) I Do It For You'
6. Enigma, 'Sadeness Part One'
5. R.E.M., 'Shiny Happy People'
4. EMF, 'Unbelievable'
3. Crash Test Dummies, 'Superman's Song'
2. Jesus Jones, 'Right Here, Right Now'
1. R.E.M., 'Losing My Religion'

1992

10. INXS, 'Not Enough Time'
9. En Vogue, 'My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)'
8. The Cure, 'Friday I'm In Love'
7. Eric Clapton, 'Tears In Heaven'
6. Barenaked Ladies, 'Enid'
5. U2, 'Mysterious Ways'
4. R.E.M., 'Drive'
3. Guns N' Roses, 'November Rain'
2. Red Hot Chili Peppers, 'Under The Bridge'
1. U2, 'One'

1993

10. R.E.M., 'Everybody Hurts'
9. Nirvana, 'Heart-Shaped Box'
8. Leonard Cohen, 'Closing Time'
7. The Rankin Family, 'Fare Thee Well Love'
6. The Proclaimers, 'I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)'
5. U2, 'Numb'
4. Blind Melon, 'No Rain'
3. R.E.M., 'Man On The Moon'
2. Spin Doctors, 'Two Princes'
1. Soul Asylum, 'Runaway Train'

THE BEST SINGLES OF THE 80's

25. Culture Club, 'Karma Chameleon'
24. UB40, 'Red Red Wine'
23. Duran Duran, 'Notorious'
22. XTC, 'Dear God'
21. The Smiths, 'How Soon Is Now?'
20. A-ha, 'Take On Me'
19. The Eurythmics, 'Sweet Dreams'
18. Tears For Fears, 'Shout'
17. New Order, 'Bizarre Love Triangle'
16. The Ramones, 'I Wanna Be Sedated'
15. Men At Work, 'Who Can It Be Now?'
14. Peter Gabriel, 'Sledgehammer'
13. The J. Geils Band, 'Freeze-Frame'
12. Men Without Hats, 'Safety Dance'
11. R.E.M., 'The One I Love'
10. Pink Floyd, 'Learning To Fly'
9. Corey Hart, 'Sunglasses At Night'
8. U2, 'With Or Without You'
7. John Cougar, 'Jack And Diane'
6. Tom Cochrane and Red Rider, 'Boy Inside The Man'
5. Guns N' Roses, 'Sweet Child O' Mine'
4. Crowded House, 'Don't Dream It's Over'
3. Dexy's Midnight Runners, 'Come On Eileen'
2. The Alan Parsons Project, 'Eye In The Sky'
1. The Police, 'Every Breath You Take'

I smell a summer mix CD.

Bananas. BANANAS! List archive- film

Recently found myself in receipt of two Hilroy scribblers, in which I kept meticulous top ten lists for close to a decade. You KNOW I have to post these. There's more where this came from (wherever this came from)- will 'update' when they find their way to me. I've hyperlinked some forgotten films that I took a shine to at the time. Really should have scanned all this to display the era- specific design of each yearly report...

1987 (!)

10. The Secret of My Success
9. Dragnet
8. The Lost Boys
7. The Living Daylights
6. Planes, Trains and Automobiles
5. Stakeout
4. Beverly Hills Cop II
3. Throw Momma From the Train
2. The Princess Bride
1. La Bamba

1988

10. Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
9. Beetlejuice
8. Crocodile Dundee II
7. Hot to Trot
6. Short Circuit II
5. Big
4. Willow
3. U2: Rattle and Hum
2. Cocktail
1. Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

1989

10. Ghostbusters II
9. Heathers
8. Star Trek V: The Final Frontier
7. License To Kill
6. Parenthood
5. Dead Poets Society
4. Batman
3. Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure
2. Pet Sematary
1. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

1990

10. Flatliners
9. Presumed Innocent
8. Pretty Woman
7. Ghost
6. Young Guns II
5. Wild At Heart
4. Total Recall
3. Die Hard II
2. Back to the Future Part III
1. Pump Up The Volume

1991

10. City Slickers
9. The Addams Family
8. Point Break
7. The Silence of the Lambs
6. Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey
5. Dead Again
4. Dying Young
3. Terminator II: Judgment Day
2. Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves
1. Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country

1992

10. The Last of the Mohicans
9. Howard's End
8. Wayne's World
7. Basic Instinct
6. Sneakers
5. Batman Returns
4. Lethal Weapon III
3. The Player
2. Leaving Normal
1. Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me

1993

10. The Firm
9. The Age of Innocence
8. Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas
7. Indian Summer
6. In The Line of Fire
5. Indecent Proposal
4. Jurassic Park
3. True Romance
2. A Perfect World
1. The Fugitive


5/27/08

R.E.M. Burnaby 05/23/08

I take it all back.
My entire review of Accelerate, that is.
R.E.M., as previously mentioned, has been both my teen-obsession and later my default favorite band- my only feasible opportunities to see them live have occurred in the 'default' era, and I've managed to miss them for some damned reason or another for the last ten-fifteen years. Yet through a series of serendipitious events last week I made it to their kickoff world tour show in Burnaby, British Columbia, on Friday.
They're my active favorite band again. I understand, as one only can through a live music experience, where the Accelerate tracks come from now, and- this also happened at a Leonard Cohen show the previous week- in the live show I finally understood songs that I've heard 500 times yet always eluded me. Among them 'Second Guessing' and 'Time After Time' from Reckoning (!!!)-- I happened to be wearing a girlfriend-made, custom Reckoning cover art t-shirt at the show, but I doubt this had anything to do with it... or did it? Michael Stipe made a point of declaring that he could see each and every one of us in the first few rows- and you'd better believe I was nowhere else but in those first three rows-

If you're a fan, or even a lapsed fan, make a point of seeing them if you're able. It appears that they've never been happier to be playing live. It's contagious.

4/24/08

No Need For That, Now

I just wrote about 500 words of a rant, which I called The Flip-Flop, that basically detailed how, contrary to my personal status quo for the past decade or so, I now feel more at ease in the city than the country. All of this stemmed from an overnight trip I made to my mother's place, where I was nearly killed three times on country roads by aggressive & irresponsible hillbilly drivers.


4/23/08

Another Adendum

What was I thinking? I suppose I wasn't... After carefully considering my top 20 films, I left off two standards...

Raiders of the Lost Ark, Steven Spielberg, 1981.

Of course the impending Kingdom of the Crystal Skull brought this back to mind. I'm finding there are quite a few people these days who have not seen this... never you mind the lack of CGI, youngsters- there's none in the new film either, yet I bet you'll be in the theatre. This is the most exciting film I've ever seen. There were a couple of moments in The Fellowship of the Ring that matched this excitement when I first saw it (eg. the crazy collapsing scene in the Mines of Moria), and upon seeing The Phantom Menace, the first ten minutes were Raiders-promising- but we all know how far that spun down the turlet once a certain J.J.B. came running out of the woods. From beginning to end, though, this film thrills no matter how many times I see it.


Wings of Desire, Wim Wenders, 1987.

Again, this was such an obvious top 20 choice that I just missed it completely. An angel named Damiel, played by Bruno Ganz, decides he doesn't want his wings anymore and descends to live among the people and experience earthly pleasures. Favorite lines come from Peter Falk, who plays himself and has an encounter with Damiel at the honeywagon on a film set-
"See this? This is a cuppa coffee.
This is a cigarette.
Put them together, and this is heaven."
Now that's my favorite line, but the rest of the script is poetic and gorgeous. The angels can hear what people are thinking, and it's so touching you'll die and go to heaven yourself.
I once saw Bruno Ganz walking down the street, in a trenchcoat similar to the one he wears in this film. I know he was probably in town to shoot a film, but I still like to think that I saw an angel.