Saturday, August 29, 2009

2009: 150 Films Update


Phew. What an interesting summer it's been. I can't quite recall being this action-oriented during the months of June, July, and August. Work has always been in the mix during this time that used to mean a level of freedom, but with the added gigs and recording sessions I've been involved in, I've inevitably slowed down my film-watching production. The fact that Alabama football kicks off in seven days probably won't help much, either, but I'm going to do my best to stay true to the goal I've set for myself. Over the past month, I've seen films that have been very challenging for me and I've padded those out with some easy, if not quite as rewarding, films, as well. I definitely enjoyed more than others, but I tip my hat to any film that can get me one closer to my goal. I will say that the sports film The Express about Ernie Davis, the first African-American Heisman Trophy winner, was very good film. I am a sucker for the sports movie, but I felt it was done just right with good performances turned in by Rob Brown and Dennis Quaid. Anyway, here's to staying on path.

The Marriage of Maria Braun (Fassbinder)
Harold and Maude (Ashby)
Baghead (M. and J. Duplass)
Boiler Room (Younger)
49th Parallel (Powell)
Lola (Fassbinder)
Veronika Voss (Fassbinder)
Funny People (Apatow)
I Vitelloni (Fellini)
Late Spring (Ozu)
District 9 (Blomkamp)
I Know Where I'm Going! (Powell)
The Happening (Shyamalan)
Umberto D. (De Sica)
The Express (Fleder)

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

What Kind of Ridiculous Sound Bites are We to Expect from this Team?


There's a movie being filmed currently by Three Kings director David O. Russell, which stars The Batman, himself, Christian Bale. Now if recent history reminds us, these two individuals aren't the most tactful in moments of duress on the set. Russell doesn't particularly take well to certain actors (Lily Tomlin) criticizing his directions and Bale doesn't enjoy cinematographers lighting the set during important scenes (I will say, though, after viewing Terminator: Salvation, there are no real scenes of importance). That being said, I'm actually hoping these two titans of overreacting combine forces for the ultimate sound bite. Something so grandiose and over the top, that we'll be discussing it for, at least, a year. I want there to be signs of a struggle. Witnesses talking about how scarred they were after viewing the ferocious onslaught of words and fisticuffs that ensued after Russell and Bale had had just about enough. If either one wins an award for the film, I'd like for the other person to literally punch them in the back of the head when their name is called. These are the types of things that I believe CAN happen if we all come together and do a little bit of hoping.

Unfortunately, both Russell and Bale's mutual anger issues will probably cancel each other out leaving us with nothing but a film to watch. Which is fine, of course, but still. On the other hand, Mark Wahlberg is involved with the project, as well. Hmmmm.....now, Mr. Wahlberg isn't really notorious for on-the-set issues, but he is a roughneck from Boston. I'm thinking he just might be the missing ingredient that we need in this molotov cocktail of a situation. Maybe he could whisper not-so-sweet nothings in Russell and Bale's ears about the other person. BY GEORGE, this could happen! It could REALLY REALLY happen!!! In case you're not sure what I'm referring to, I will leave you with links to these amazing clips of frustration gone awry.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E4Qls1rAfYs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrvMTv_r8sA

Monday, July 13, 2009

2009: 150 Films Update


Hello out there. I've been a little bit busier over the last three weeks, so the amount of films I've been watching has slowed down, but I think I'm still doing well, all things considered. The last fifteen films I've watched have been wonderfully diverse, from documentaries and rock concerts, to operas, thrillers, and quirky comedies. There are some that I have enjoyed more than others, but I do feel better for having watched every single one of them. I'm proud to say that I've finally discovered the films of Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, also known as The Archers, who churned out some of the most prolific films of the 1940s and 50s in England. I'd be a liar if I didn't admit that one of the main reasons I came to Powell-Pressburger is their large impact on my personal favorite filmmaker, Martin Scorsese. Anyway, here are the fifteen latest films I have viewed.

Born Into Brothels (Kaufmann, Briski)
Drag Me to Hell (Raimi)
The Soloist (Wright)
The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp (Powell)
Heaven and Earth (Stone)
Man On Wire (Marsh)
The Red Shoes (Powell)
Dave Chappelle's Block Party (Gondry)
Where the Light Is: John Mayer Live in Los Angeles (Clinch)
The Commitments (Parker)
The Tales of Hoffmann (Powell)
Atlantic City (Malle)
Hancock (Berg)
Peeping Tom (Powell)
Away We Go (Mendes)

Sunday, June 14, 2009

2009: 150 Films


I'm not really one for resolutions, yet I know there are things about myself that I should strive to change or enhance. That's the nature of growing up, I guess, and I'm still working on it. I'm using 2009 as a gauge for the future and I'm using it in many ways. Given that this is a film blog, I've decided I'm going to set a goal for myself: 150 films I've never seen before by December 31st. Obviously, I'm six months into the year, but I've traced back the ones that I've seen in the theater or through Netflix from the beginning of the year to this point and, by my estimations, I have exactly 100 more to go. This isn't going to be the easiest goal to reach for myself. A lot of my film-going pals set goals like this twice as much as mine, but since I tend to lighten up the load for myself come college football season, I figured this would be a solid number to achieve. Challenging, yet attainable. This means that if someone calls and asks me to go see a film I wouldn't normally see, I shall throw caution to the wind and see it (with a few exceptions, of course). I will be updating the list, publicly, every fifteen films or so. For now, I will leave you with the films I have seen so far, this year, in no specific order.

Frost/Nixon (Howard)
Doubt (Shanley)
Revolutionary Road (Mendes)
Milk
(Van Sant)
The Visitor (McCarthy)
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (Fincher)
I Love You, Man (Hamburg)
Angels & Demons (Howard)
Terminator: Salvation (McG)
Up! (Docter)
The Hangover (Phillips)
The Taking of Pelham 123 (Scott)
The Wrestler (Aronofsky)
Vicky Cristina Barcelona (Allen)
Rachel Getting Married (J. Demme)
The Watchmen (Snyder)
Frozen River (Hunt)
Chop Shop (Bahrani)
Man Push Cart (Bahrani)
Mr. Death (Morris)
Vernon, FL (Morris)
Wordplay (Creadon)
Vince Vaughn's Wild West Comedy Show (Sandel)
Seizure (Stone)
Grizzly Man (Herzog)
Waking Life (Linklater)
Sullivan's Travels (Sturges)
Jesus Camp (Ewing)
Saved (Dannelly)
Barry Lyndon (Kubrick)
Fitzcarraldo (Herzog)
Burden of Dreams (Blank)
Cape Fear (Thompson)
Letters From Iwo Jima (Eastwood)
Red River (Hawks)
Saraband (Bergman)
A Decade Under the Influence (T. Demme, LaGravenese)
Walkabout (Roeg)
Secret Honor (Altman)
Written On The Wind (Sirk)
The Hunting of the President (Perry)
Hearts and Minds (Davis)
Don't Look Back (Pennebaker)
Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders: The Movie (Pennebaker)
The Making of 'Dark Side of the Moon' (?)
Tom Dowd and The Language of Music (Moormann)
Dark City (Proyas)
This Film is Not Yet Rated (Dick)
Can Mr. Smith Get to Washington Anymore? (Popper)
Tokyo Story (Ozu)

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

An Experiment Part III (Songs 11-14)


Final installment of my The Dirty South blog

Song: "Daddy's Cup"

I feel that, for better or for worse, Mike Cooley tells the most down-home stories of all the songwriters in The Drive-By Truckers. A lot of the characters in his stories have done some rough things, but you sense no pretension in their motives. "Daddy's Cup" is a great example. The narrator is not a bad man, at all, but he's the definitive prototype of the "Southern man". He's a stock car racer and the story is built around being the son of a failed practitioner of the same trade. The father actually had to quit the sport because of a wreck that hurt his eyesight, but the way the narrator speaks about him, you sense that the father still blames himself.

In the span of this song, which has quite a lot of words, the narrator learns everything from his father, begins his small-time racing career, and eventually makes it to the top of the racing world. It's one of the more linear narratives that the Truckers tell. Another thing that I really enjoy about Cooley's writing is that he never spares words. He fits all of the lyrics he possibly can into one line, ensuring that everything he wants to get said, gets said. This, to me, is very reminiscent of Dylan. Anyway, the story wraps itself up nicely and, in typical Cooley fashion, we're not given the end-all-be-all of happy endings: the narrator's father has since passed away and the narrator has lost more races than he's won, but still, he will not rest until his father's name, in which he bears, is on that Championship trophy, hence the name "Daddy's Cup". Once again, very simplistic and very well-told.

Director: Nicholas Ray (1911-1979); a great actor's director of such films as Rebel Without A Cause and Johnny Guitar


Song: "Never Gonna Change"

I find it strange that out of all the songs in the Drive-By Truckers catalog that deal with the "set in our ways" nature of many Southerners, a lot of those being from Alabama, that the most blatant of them was written by the romantic of the band, Jason Isbell. Isbell is a crafty writer with different tastes, but I never once took him for a guy to write an anthemic story about the South. A story with words that call for concert-goers to shout in unison its message. Yet, here it is, clear as crystal. I'm making this introduction sound negative, but I mean quite the opposite. I think it shows great poise on Isbell's part to take a simpler route and write a straight-edged rock tune. I mean, the guy's gotta take a break once in a while...he did write "Danko/Manuel".

In all honesty, this is a very well-told story, from the perspective of an Isbell alter-ego. Either that, or Isbell is voicing an old friend of his, perhaps. A low-down, mean sumbitch who don't take a damn thang off no one. My guess is that it's the latter.

What is the main thing that drives a true Southerner? What makes a real good ol' boy tick? Pride. This is completely a story about pride...if you didn't guess that by the title alone. It seems like the most fun movies deal with very proud characters. Isbell nails it down perfectly, because I've met some twangy individuals in my life and the one common denominator between all of them is their daddies. They love to regale you with some stories about Poppa. This particular father liked to fill his shotgun with black-eyed peas instead of the shells and he'd shoot at the ones he didn't much care for. "He'd aim real low and tear out your ankles or rip right through your knees." It almost seems to be a sort of warning. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree kinda thing. These boys are so tough that they won't even receive visits from the local law enforcement. Characters like these usually end up sadder, though. They don't always live alone, but you get the impression that they'd be better off that way. And that, to me, is the true message of this story. Isbell does search for the deeper meaning and damned if he didn't reach it with his most cliched song.

Director: The way Paul Thomas Anderson has taken his career with There Will Be Blood, I'd really be intrigued by him tackling a character study set in the South.


Song: "Lookout Mountain"

I've never read a description about this story, but I hope it's not described as DBT's suicide song. This last entry by Patterson Hood is about a hypothetical and nothing else. Each verse begins with the word "If". "If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain..." is used for this character who has driven himself to the brink of an unspeakable act. Once again, though, this album is a Steinbeck-esque tribute to the South, so why not include some popular Southern geography to give some scale to somebody's flat-lining emotional state. It seems that Hood is saying that if someone were to commit the ultimate act of suicide, they would, indeed, hurl themselves off one of the great Southern landmarks.

This particular individual merely toys with the notion, though. One of those cries for help that you hear about. Throughout the entire story he is filled to the brim with doubt about carrying through with it. He wanders many things about what would happen if he did indeed throw himself off Lookout Mountain. Who would mow the cemetery, pay his bills, be with his parents during their time of grief, etc. The main point of it, though, is something we all think about if we happened to die tomorrow: will people even remember me? The worst thing in the world is to think you wouldn't be mourned for your loss, but right there Hood is delivering his final blow to the audience. We Southerners are as guilty as any one else in this country of the type of ego maniacal emotions that drive us to thoughts of self-mutilation or even suicide. We'll do something completely irrational just to see if anyone cares. I'm not sure if Hood has harbored these thoughts before but he sings with the type of authority that makes me think he might have.

Director: Recently, I've watched the first two films of the Iranian-American filmmaker, Ramin Bahrani, whose films deal with alienated protagonists searching for something bigger on the horizon. I think I'd choose him for this. Plus, he's from Winston-Salem, N.C., so it all works out.


Song: "Goddamn Lonely Love"

It's going to be very difficult for me to not describe this in the way of being simply a song. It is a song. It's a great song. It makes me want to weep uncontrollably. It's Jason Isbell at his most desperate and what songwriter worth his or her salt doesn't write their best material when they're desperate? It doesn't really contain much of a linear story. I see this as a series of vignettes played out for the audience by a man too hurt to even cry. It's not that he doesn't want to. He just can't. The character wants to numb the pain he feels from a relationship that seems admittedly cheap. "You could come to me by plane, but that wouldn't be the same as that ol' motel room in Texarkana was." I guess we all feel love in different ways and this particular type did quite a number on him.

The chorus reads, "So, I'll take two of what you're having and I'll take all of what you got, to kill this goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love." He doesn't want to just numb the pain. He will do anything to make sure he purges all feelings he's ever had towards this particular person. There's no doubt that Isbell is taking the autobiographical route, here. Once again, what songwriter worth his or her salt...

He goes on to try and convince himself that it was all a crazy dream and that meeting this person never occurred, but he has to face the reality that he did. So what's left? Try to find whatever therapeutic means are given to him to make the pain disappear. The coda of this story gets to me every time, because he just repeats the line "All I've got is this goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love" over and over again. Are we, the audience, to believe that this man is doomed to fester in his own thoughts of lost love? That's how it ends. It doesn't even seem hopeful. This song is a dirge. An elegy for a man never to feel that initial joy of falling for someone. It seems appropriate for an album that is filled to the brim with stories of depression, angst, debauchery, historical periods, and general loss. It's a perfect way to exit. It reminds me of something Rick Danko, Richard Manuel, and the rest of The Band would do.

Director: I, initially, thought Cameron Crowe, but after seeing Jonathan Demme's Rachel Getting Married, I wouldn't give this film to anyone else.


The end

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

An Experiment Part II (Songs 6-10)


Continuation of my The Dirty South blog.

Song: "Sands of Iwo Jima"

Patterson Hood's ability to tell a story through characters as real as anyone you or I know is one of the foundations of the band. Whether or not these are people he knows, personally, is irrelevant. The person listening to the story accepts that it's someone he knows. That's all that really matters. In this case, it's his great uncle, referred to as George A. More or less, Hood is telling the story through his own point of view. He begins back in 1941, where George A. is driving back from Birmingham to his family farm, where he hopes to work. Unfortunately, he is drafted and goes to the South Pacific to fight on the island of Iwo Jima.

The most important thing to know about George A. is that, through Hood's eyes, he is a humble, unassuming man. He fought for his country, came home and did what he initially set out to do. All of these memories of his great uncle are tied into memories of watching the film The Sands of Iwo Jima when he was a kid. If there's one thing a kid will do, it will be to naively glorify moments that don't need glorifying. Hood, as a kid, wants to hear grandiose stories about the island where his great uncle fought, simply because he saw John Wayne do it in the film. George A. sweetly tells him that he "never saw John Wayne on the Sands of Iwo Jima." This line, to me, is so important. We're all to be sure that, as a veteran, George A. DID see the film. He saw John Wayne IN The Sands of Iwo Jima, but he tells his great nephew that he never saw him ON it. The dichotomy between the two is startling and it's just one word. This is about as simply told a story that you will find in the Drive-By Truckers canon and it's one of the best.

Director: Hal Ashby (1929-1988). His previous experience with post-war disillusionment in Coming Home would bring a lot to the table for this one.


Song: "Danko/Manuel"

Jason Isbell is back for round two and what a glorious round it is. If "The Day John Henry Died" had metaphorical ties, this one is rife with them. The title of this story is in reference to two of the primary singers of the highly-influential group The Band, Rick Danko and Richard Manuel. They are, also, the only two members, to date, who have passed away. As the story goes, Isbell, initially, wanted to tell a story about Band-drummer Levon Helm's feelings towards the deaths of Danko and Manuel, but the more he worked on it, the longer and more drawn out it became. Instead, he decided to focus on his own perception of what it was like to be a working and traveling musician. He puts it in context with two individuals who spent a better part of their lives on the road. Eventually, the lifestyle caught up to them. Manuel hanged himself in 1986 and Danko passed away in 1999.

The narrative is rather interesting, mainly because it's difficult to discover where Isbell, himself, is talking and where other characters may be involved. The opening line is very important, though, that's to be sure: "let the night air cool you off." I, initially, was under the impression that this was Isbell talking to someone, but I think it's someone talking to Isbell, mainly for the reason that in the next verse, Isbell comes to terms with the lifestyle of a working musician. "I ain't livin' like I should", he declares. He needs to go home, which brings us to the refrain of "Can you hear that singing?/Sounds like gold/maybe I can only hear it in my head/fifteen years ago we owned that road/now, it's rolling over us instead/Richard Manuel is dead." We feel that our narrator is becoming increasingly more aware of his mortality. Manuel seemed unstoppable while in The Band, but look what happened to him. When another person questions Isbell as to whether or not he wants to be the guy that sounds just like Rick Danko, there's trepidation. He doesn't go on to give an answer, but you know he's trying to convince himself to quit before he ends up like those two. This story is startling.

Director: I like Todd Haynes for this one. There's just enough obscure imagery to it that I'd put him on the job.


Songs: "Boys From Alabama"/"Cottonseed"/"The Buford Stick"

Tracks eight through ten are a three-song suite in the middle of this very turbulent album. The stories of each are among the most cinematic. Patterson Hood tells the first and last and Mike Cooley takes the middle. The songs are based upon the famous sheriff, Buford Pusser, from McNary County, Tennessee whose house was blown up and wife was killed by a bad group of individuals from across the border in Alabama. Hood actually narrates the story of Pusser before he goes into "Boys From Alabama". The story of Pusser and his revenge was made into a film in 1973 called Walking Tall starring Joe Don Baker. Hood insists that these songs are about the "other side of that story". He and Cooley want to talk about the bad group of individuals. They're going to give us their impression, possibly stories told to them by their fathers from their childhoods, of the "Alabama Mafia" and how they took care of a man who stopped a lot of the bootlegging they were trying to accomplish.

"Boys From Alabama" is really an introduction to the suite. It, obviously, gives the entire backstory during the opening narration, but Hood does a terrific job of forming a story around the men who forced the vengeful nature out of Pusser, which was portrayed in Walking Tall. You get a sense that Hood would like to see a movie made about these guys, not necessarily because he condones their behavior, but that it just might be a better story. It would be. This leads directly into Cooley's "Cottonseed". The last line from "Boys" is "I wouldn't piss off the Boys from Alabama if I was you" and the first line from "Cottonseed" is "I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds". One of the "Boys" is talking to us. This story is told from a murderous fiend's point of view, barely remorseful of the things he's done. He sits in prison, probably for life, and discusses his time as a man possessed by the same sort of demon that Cooley's "father" character from "Where the Devil Don't Stay" was. If Hood and Cooley's dads were spinning yarns about some bad dudes from around their town, then the narrator of "Cottonseed" is confirming it. There really isn't a chorus, but the main line is "I put more lawmen in the ground, than Alabama's put cottonseed."

The final piece, "The Buford Stick" takes place after Walking Tall has been released to tremendous popularity. Sheriff Pusser is seen, now, as a folk hero, thanks to the Hollywood machine. This makes the Boys none too happy. The story is told from another member of the crew, one who's probably not as horrendous a human being as our narrator from "Cottonseed", but he's definitely more bitter. The film's huge and he has to watch as the town he used to run views Pusser as a sort of savior. They all pity the good Sheriff, but all he knows is that the good Sheriff shut down every one of the illegal operations he ran. He's saying, "How in the hell am I supposed to make money, now?" We might as well lump this guy in with the narrator from "Puttin' People on the Moon". He just can't catch a break. Even after Pusser finally dies, he still can't seem to let it go. The fellas of the Drive-By Truckers live amongst sad people.

Director: This takes ambition. This takes skill. This, also, takes a director who knows how to entertain an audience with something very simple, but present it with the integrity of a true auteur. Thus, I give thee to Quentin Tarantino.


The final entry to The Dirty South blog coming soon!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

An Experiment Part I (Songs 1-5)


I feel a little bit of a change of pace is in order. To clear my mind, if you will. Maybe start a new chapter in my career of blogging. Thus, I'm trying a bit of an experiment. I'd like to discuss an album I've been listening to recently. A lot of albums we come across, we listen to once and move on to the next one. This particular one, I couldn't put down. Each song has a specific story or message and they paint quite a visual for the listener. It was in constant rotation for about a solid week and I'd like to share some things about each of the fourteen tracks of the Drive-By Truckers' 2003 release, The Dirty South.

As a companion to The Dirty South, and the basis for the title of this entry, I'm going to give a synopsis of each tune (purely my take) and present who I'd think, past or present/dead or alive, would be the perfect film director for each story. These are well-told songs, written and sung by three different members of the band, all guitarists: Patterson Hood, Mike Cooley, and ex-band member Jason Isbell.

Song: "Where the Devil Don't Stay"

A Depression-era story told by the most baritone and whiskey-soaked singer of the group, Mike Cooley. The beginning is told as a narration by a boy who looks in bewildered wonderment of his rogue-ish father. His dad is a bootlegger during the height of Prohibition and while he associates himself with men just as nefarious as he, the ones who can afford to slip past the law come to see him to get their fix of booze. The boy continues to tell his father's story, until we are interrupted by the story itself. The dad calls out to his son for help. Help from the moonshine he's made which is making him physically ill and help from the police who're on his tail (the boy's mom called them). He's essentially asking his son to be an accomplis to his illegal actions. Still, the boy cannot turn his back. He's morbidly fascinated by a man who holds so much sway in such a bleak town. By the end of the song, he's asking his dad to tell him the things he knows. He's essentially saying, "Dad. Life has beaten the shit out of you. How can I avoid it happening to me?"

Director: For its bleak, but entertaining story, I'm going to say a Bonnie & Clyde-era Arthur Penn could do the job.


Song: "Tornadoes"

This story has deep roots in Southern culture. It's told with great conviction by chief songwriter, Patterson Hood, who, unlike the previous storyteller, is not using other characters. It's modern day and Hood is the one giving an account of an evening of storms that came through and devastated his hometown during a homecoming gig for the band in which he was playing. He uses a woman's description from a newspaper article the next day, named Bobbi Jo McClean, to add levity. The one constant throughout the story and the thing that gives it its visual representation is the simple description of the tornado itself. It's a description that anyone from the South has heard and can attest to: the sound of a fast-moving train. It's mentioned three times, twice by Hood and once by McClean. The second time Hood mentions it is at the very end of the story and it's one of disbelief. He has laid witness to one of the worst sights he's ever seen. He's lived through it and seen others die from it. When an event this big occurs, the things people remember are small. They're detailed and what ANY person who's lived through a tornado will recall is the sound of an oncoming train.

Director: For its small town feel and use of details, David Gordon Green.


Song: "The Day John Henry Died"

Jason Isbell is the least literal of the storytellers. He likes to use imagery and characters to paint a much bigger picture. In the end, this is a story about industrialization, using the fable of John Henry, a one-man machine who could handle the most impossible of jobs with the use of his hammer. It's essentially the working class versus the men who've run the automobile industry into the ground. The country feels a deepening sadness towards the moment that big-time business took over something that felt more personal in its inception. This is, of course, the meaning behind the title. The working class could do anything they wanted and, in this case, did, but when a larger presence looms, sometimes there's nothing you can do. You just have to sit back and take it and realize that your time has come and gone. The story begins with the building of a train and ends with the flying of an airplane. It's not necessarily condemning modernization, but it's not condoning it, either.

Director: For its socially-conscious themes, Michael Moore (really he already has directed a documentary quite similar to this with Roger and Me)


Song: "Puttin' People On the Moon"

It's Patterson Hood's turn, again. He's now turned to the use of a main character narrating his own story. It follows him from the time he and his wife Mary Alice had their first child until the moment he looks back and regrets every choice he's ever made. The antagonist of the story is Reaganomics. It's the 1980s and the small town in which he lives presents no opportunities for economic prosperity. He's recently been fired from his job at the Ford plant and with a wife and child to feed, he begins running numbers and eventually deals drugs. He realizes it's not the most virtuous thing to do, but what other choice does he have. The town's strife is put in contrast with the government's propensity for supplying money to the space program, which, coincidentally, is having a great amount of success just down the highway, in Huntsville. Eventually, his wife comes down with cancer and dies due to their lack of insurance. With no other options, the man takes a job at the local Wal-Mart. He's got several kids at this point and has to find a way to feed them. Yet, pride always seems to be his biggest sin. He spends the entire story blaming others, who have no direct control over his life. The main question we're left with by the end, is "Is it the entire town that's in this much trouble or is it just the man, himself?" Nothing is resolved. We are left with a cyclical feeling about the life of the narrator.

Director: In all honesty, with the right-wing government as the obvious "bad guy", I would enjoy Oliver Stone tackling this particular story.


Song: "Carl Perkins' Cadillac"

Our gravel-voiced spokesman from the opening story is back to tell a biographical account of the founder of Sun Records, Sam Phillips. One of the pioneers of rock 'n' roll, Phillips brought together a unique group of artists who became the basis for the onslaught of American music in the 1950s: Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis, Elvis Presley, and Carl Perkins. The title is in reference to a promise that Phillips made to the four artists for a brand new Cadillac to the first person to have a gold record. Many felt it was Elvis' to lose, but all were surprised when Perkins was the first one to earn the distinction. Cooley, himself, is probably the one telling the story. If there were a narrator for this particular one, it would have to be the singer. Only a rocker could tip his hat to this extinguished group of folks. The line that reverberates the most is, "Mr. Phillips was the only man that Jerry Lee still would call 'sir'".

Anyone who knows anything about the early days of rock 'n' roll will know that Jerry Lee Lewis wasn't the easiest person to get along with, yet this little guy from Memphis could command respect from the guys we view as the founders of popular music. The last part of the story switches from narration to what we assume is Phillips trying to talk sense into Elvis. It seems the direction that Elvis' career took was the antithesis of what Phillips cultivated at Sun Records in the mid-50s. There's disappointment in his voice, leading one to believe that Elvis might've been better off dying before he got old. With Lewis marrying his thirteen-year-old cousin and Cash finding drug addiction, the only one who truly lived up to Phillips ideal of being a man first and a performer second, is the namesake for this story.

Director: After such rock-based films as Hail, Hail Rock 'N' Roll and Ray, I would easily give this film to Taylor Hackford.


Part II (Songs 6-10) to come soon.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Barry: The Poet Laureate of Rock Snobbery


I come by this particular entry with joy in my heart. I was recently watching High Fidelity for the umpteenth time and I realized how effortlessly amazing this film is. It, in every way, encapsulates what I love about movies, music, and, strangely enough, people. Not just the ones who acted in the film, and they were great, but the ones who took the time to make it. I love the group of studio execs who took a chance and decided that this would be worth putting large sums of money on to get made. I love the four writers (D.V. DeVincentis, Steve Pink, Scott Rosenberg, and John Cusack) it took to nail down every single nuance that schmucks like me enjoy. I love the brain of the man who initiated this terrific story to begin with, Mr. Nick Hornby. I love the director, Stephen Frears, for finding that an original story set in his home country of England, could be easily translated to Chicago. And finally I love the comic ingenuity put in to a character, by a mid-range musician/comedian, that has warmed every single recess of my soul many times over since. Yes, Jack Black...this blog's for you.

Where do you start with Barry. How about we start with the fact that the character doesn't have a last name. I feel this makes he and his snob counterpart, Dick, great supporting characters. Like the Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Lion. They exist as comical, yet no less important backdrops to the story. Barry is the guy you want to see when things get a little heavy. Admit it! You may hate his overall attitude towards the people he interacts with on a daily basis, but you wanted to see him push his way in between the celluloid from when Rob is at Laura's dad's funeral and the moment he finally apologizes to her. If you could've had just a split second of him scream some profanity, you would've felt at ease. I would've, at least.

Yes, Barry is a musical snob. He, along with Rob and Dick, are referred to as "total elitists...you shit on everyone who doesn't know as much as you." Rob and Dick, MIGHT do that, but we KNOW Barry does. For those who may not know, Rob (John Cusack) owns a small record store in downtown Chicago, where Barry and Dick work. Almost every scene Barry is in, he's chastising a poor customer or Rob and Dick for their inability to know as much as he does. In one particular scene, during a busy day at the store, Barry is discussing Echo and the Bunnymen albums as compared to Jesus and the Mary Chain with a customer who seems close to the level of snobbery that he maintains. Watch closely how subtle Black makes Barry devoid of any pretension whatsoever. He's shocked to hear that his musical equal doesn't own Bob Dylan's "Blonde On Blonde", which he describes as "perverse". He picks up the album stacks it on top of the other vinyl the customer is about to purchase, hugs him and tells him, "It's gonna be okay." This is not a slick salesman trying to make a pitch or even the sale itself. This is a guy who doesn't want almost-certain verbal harm to befall a customer he actually respects. It's telling of the depth of the character.

Barry's entrance to the film is nothing short of wonderful. Rob and Dick are enjoying the newest Belle & Sebastian album over the sound system, when you hear the muffled, but soon obnoxious mouth guitar of Barry, as he walks into the store. He strolls in and you immediately know what this guy is all about. You just know that he has alienated almost every single friend he's ever had and destroyed any possibility of a happy relationship with a woman. He discards of the Belle & Sebastian tape, which he describes as "sad bastard music" and places his own mix into the system. It's "Walkin' On Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves and it's played very loudly. From there he does the single greatest one-man dance in the history of one-man dances. All of this annoys Rob very much. Barry's intent is good, though, because he wanted the tape to be a Monday-morning "conversation stimulator". He may be brash in the way he goes about things, but his heart is in the right place.

He leaves the film as grandly as he entered it. Throughout the movie, Barry tries to convince Rob that he's a great singer. He's had a "musicians wanted" flyer hanging up in the store for a long enough time that Rob doesn't believe him. Eventually, a musician comes into the store showing interest to which both Rob and Dick find humorous. It's almost as if they feel sorry for the musician. He doesn't know what the hell he's about to get himself into. The last laugh is, of course, given to the court jester, when Barry is asked to play a record-release party put on by Rob that Rob desperately does not want him to play. Barry makes a quick little joke into the mic and moves directly into "Let's Get it On" by Marvin Gaye. We, the audience and everyone in the movie, are visibly shocked by what we hear. Barry can sing!! Dammit, the man wasn't lying!! He can REALLY sing!!! I love the moment so much, because I wanted to believe he could sing. I wanted to believe there was more to this human being than arcane, obscure music trivia knowledge. This moment works well, also, because in a short scene Rob tells his girlfriend, Laura, that Marvin Gaye and "Let's Get it On" are responsible for their entire relationship. To this day, I want to believe that Barry somehow knew this information and decided it'd be a nice little dedication for his friends Rob and Laura.

Take what you will from the character. Most people can't stand him. He isn't really that pleasant and I'm hard-pressed to find a moment where he shows much compassion, but the characters that are a bit harder to crack are always the better ones anyway. Jack Black took his persona to another level with this film. He has since become the ultimate clown of Hollywood; a man with a terrific poker face. I still don't know if I could take him seriously, since it's hard enough to trust his characters. I do know that Barry is a testament to Black's ability to find the deepest of depths in a character, but not show, for a single moment, that he has them.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Academy Award Nominations Haiku


I like creating patterns with my blog. Here's more haiku dealing with some of the major categories at the Oscars.


Best Supporting Actress

Five women battle
Nuns, mothers, strippers, artists
Where the hell is Kate?


Best Supporting Actor

Why even discuss?
All five: great performances
But the dead guy wins


Best Animated Film

I've only seen one
You can't compete with Pixar
Kung Fu, Bolt?? Yeah, right!


Best Original Song

Three damn nominees?!
Only going to say this once
You don't screw The Boss


Best Foreign Language Film

I feel pretty bad
Haven't seen any of these
Belcourt! Help me out!!


Best Adapted Screenplay

Writing is damn tough
Adapting might be tougher
I'm thinking Slumdog


Best Original Screenplay

Quirky screenplays all
All different in their own way
More than likely, Milk


Best Actress

Jolie made the cut
Four others have a good shot
Oh, there she is..."KATE!!!"


Best Actor

Quite competitive
Five guys, they know how to act
Gotta pull for Rourke


Best Director

I respect each guy
They practice their craft quite well
Marty trumps them all


Best Picture

Dark Knight was shut out
Oh, God, the humanity
It's okay...SLUMDOG!!!


I wish every nominee the best of luck. 2008 had some fine films!