FRED Entertainment

March 2, 2007

10 Quick Questions: Brandi Engel

Filed under: 10 Quick Questions,Columns,Interviews,Trailer Park — admin @ 12:37 am
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By Christopher Stipp

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This year we’re already listening to stories about how this could be the first time we get a woman to run for the White House. This year we’ve talked about how this is the first Super Bowl with two black head coaches. These events are just white noise around the fact that no one is talking about: these are all simply Americans who are now afforded an equal playing field that those who came before them had to hoe with their blood, sweat and sacrifice. To ascribe any more importance to the continual struggle we all face in our lives is to forget that there are far more important people who deserve the right to be singled out and BELIEVE IN ME deserves that honor. This is more than just a movie about women’s basketball, it’s a snapshot of how we went from irate and indignant when it came to equal rights for women in the 60’s to indifferent in the era of the WNBA.

Never mind segregation, women and their place in organized sports was also just another way that a specific and directed patriarchal societal bubble, because there are still pockets of them in existence today whether we care to admit it or not, defined what women should be doing with their free time.

No one bothered to ask the women what they wanted and in this film, directed by Robert Collector and starring Jeffrey Donovan as a coach who wants nothing more than to lead a band of boys, only to be saddled with a gaggle of girls who have the drive to want it more than their XY counterparts, you get the story of a man’s definition of what a woman is. By film’s end you see a unique evolution in the man the girls call “Coach” as he sees what everyone else should have known all along: Women deserve to be treated just as savagely on the court as their male counterparts and, if necessary, they can mix it up on the court just as well.

As such, these women are not fragile, even though some of their lives are depressingly fractured, and this film showcases the intrinsic toughness of these players as it’s seen through the eyes of one coach who has to struggle with getting over his own inability to see through a sex barrier that, again, is still appallingly present in more than just a handful of men.

The film’s use of place, Oklahoma in the 1960’s, and cinematography are effective enough to tell the story with accuracy and attention to detail. There is no snappy soundtrack, there is no schmaltzy ending that plagues so many other sports narratives and has single-handedly killed the form, there are no bombastic, self-serving, grandiose monologues where we’re led away from feeling like this is game and, instead, feels like a battle cry for war. Additionally, no, this movie will not change your world view but what it will do, however, is ask you to see where women were so many years ago and how, through fighting and struggling, the reason why you’ve come to enjoy Title IX benefits is because it all goes back to the ladies who had to blaze a path where there wasn’t one.

The story moves quick, we’re not left to meander through meaningless plot lines and what we get is a tightly controlled script that does what it needs to do and gets out when it should. What we get, then, is a movie that simply pays homage to a very real moment in our nation’s time line without it ever feeling pushy or false.

In an age when I wish we all could just see each other as Americans, instead of separate tribes in need of constant back-patting and fluffing by those who think they’re doing us all a favor by pointing out the apparent inequities that we’re all big enough to see for ourselves, this movie just warms you to the marrow when you see how many different ways one man could have walked away from a perceivably bad situation at a very bad time and in a very bad place for it to happen but, instead, just shuts everyone up and allows a team of women to play the same game their male brethren play while accomplishing what the boys could not: winning a championship.

I had the honor of talking to one of the young women who portrays Candy Brown, a pivotal player in the team’s cohesion, and her name is Brandi Engel. She’s a woman who has nary anything else ascribed to her resume and, as such, I took the chance to inquire about her career as an actress in Hollywood, what this film meant to her and where she plans to go from here.

BELIEVE IN ME opens in select cities on March 9th.

CHRISTOPHER STIPP: Now, you have, almost literally, come out of nowhere to star in this new movie BELIEVE IN ME. One of the first questions I had about the film when I did a little research on it was that wasn’t it supposed to come out last year?

BRANDI ENGEL:
Yes, I was surprised it took so long because I’m not really familiar with the post-production of movies, considering this is my first one, but I’m just thrilled that this movie is making it into theaters. People were saying [about whether it was going to play theatrically], “Well, we’re not sure”¦”

I know it made the rounds at festivals and it did fairly well and won a couple of awards but no one was sure about what was going to happen to it. But, FINALLY, it’s going to come out in theaters on March 9th.

STIPP: It’s in limited release but do you know which cities?

ENGEL: On the website, BelieveInMeMovie.com, they list all the cities but I know that, actually, they’re all big basketball cities.

STIPP: The movie was set in Oklahoma, right?

ENGEL: Yes, but we filmed in New Mexico.

STIPP: I heard that but why the odd difference in location?

ENGEL: I’m not sure exactly why but since it takes place in the 60’s and where we filmed, in small towns around Albuquerque, for example we filmed a lot in a town called Clovis, and it looked exactly like the period in which this story takes place.

STIPP: The movie captures that sense of place really well. It’s not ostentatiously thrown in there for effect but it melds the flavor of the time with the story in a nice way. I can see why they decided to film around those parts, as well. I’ve driven through a lot of New Mexico and some parts really are trapped in a time warp. How long did you shoot?

ENGEL: The shoot was about three months.

STIPP: When I watched the film I noticed you were on crutches for a long time. Did the person you portrayed really suffer that long with that injury?

ENGEL: It’s actually a crazy story, about me on crutches”¦Yes, I get hurt in the script but I actually got hurt, for real, while filming the movie. We were filming this basketball scene, I was going for a layup, and I landed on one of the opposing team’s, one of the girl’s, shoes and my ankle just gave out.

So, I got a pretty good sprain. It was my first sprain and they always say that the first sprain is always the worst. So, yeah, it was like, “Oh, great. Perfect.” This just had to be a basketball movie. So I was, sort of, out of commission for the rest of the film but I really lucked out because I was supposed to be on crutches anyway. So, in the end, they just had to rework some of the schedule to give me some time to heal”¦just give me some time to heal before we filmed some of the running scenes. But I was always taped and when we were filming my foot was in a bucket of ice to try and get the swelling down.

STIPP: Well, considering your injury, did any of the pivotal moments in the telling of this team’s story have to be tweaked to accommodate what happened to you?

ENGEL: Well, there were scenes that I should have been in but they just didn’t show me because of what happened. They were on a time schedule and had to get it done. And, you know, I just loved being there. It was my first film and I’m sure anyone else who did their first film just enjoyed every minute of it.

STIPP: Tell me about that. From what little I can read about what you did before all this happened you went to LA for what should have been a seven day jaunt turned into three weeks.

ENGEL: Well, in Pittsburgh, I had a solid theater background. Musical theater, actually. I’ve been singing, dancing and acting for as long as I can remember. So anytime when someone would come and offer a workshop, like an acting workshop, I’d attend. This guy, John Homa, the acting coach for General Hospital, came back several times to offer his workshop and got to know me a bit. He told me that there was something different about me and asked whether I’d ever thought to go out to LA and pursing a career. I thought, my parents would kill me.. “Hey I’m going to Hollywood. Bye!”

No one in my family is in the arts. They’re all business people. It has always been, “Get your education”, “Get your education”, “Get your education.” So, what I told John was that, “As much as I’d love to and as much as I have it in me”¦I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” He ended up calling my parents and said, “Look, just come out for a week. I can show you around, see how it is, I can take you on set for General Hospital”¦” And this is all right before I went to college. At this time I already had my roommate, we had already picked out bedding”¦I was going to school.

But, while I was in LA, I got introduced to this manager somehow and, even after I explained that I was leaving in a few days, for the fun of it, she gave me this cold read for some project and I read it. She said, “Oh my gosh. Wait, don’t go anywhere. Don’t move. They’re casting for this movie, BELIEVE IN ME. I think you’d be good for this part. Here, read the part.” And here I was saying, “Uhhhh, OK.” It was a whirlwind. I connected with the part. The script was just wonderful and it was such an uplifting story.

So, I went in, auditioned, went to the callbacks and the last callback was a basketball tryout, got the film, filmed it and decided to go back to college. I had a scholarship at Duquesne University in Pittsburgh and they could only hold my scholarship for so long. So, I had to go, put that into place and just get started with that. So, now I’m back and the movie is finally coming out.

STIPP: Are you still in school?

ENGEL: I’m taking this semester online.

I have an agent who said that if I could get my classes online I should come out for pilot season”¦Because I figure if I forget about the acting thing and go back to school I would forget about all of this and move on. I mean, everyone wants to be an actress and I can’t stop thinking about it and I just have it in me to do it. I love it.

STIPP: Are you working on anything right now? Anything coming up?

ENGEL: Right now, no. I’ve only actually been in Los Angeles for two weeks so I’m just kind of getting acclimated. I’ve been to some meetings and some auditions but nothing big yet.

STIPP: One of the items I read about your biography was that someone tried to steer you away from doing serial soaps, they called it “bad acting” and that you don’t want to get pigeon holed in that genre. I know a lot of A-list actors who came through the soap system and I’m curious to know if you felt”¦

ENGEL: I don’t think soaps are a form of bad acting, at all. I was told, and I’m still really new at everything, you have to be careful in the way you start your career because it’s easy to get typecasted. I mean I hear different things, of course, because, you’re right, there are all these other actors who have become successful, but some people have told me, “It’s not right you.”

STIPP: So, where’s your focus? School, acting?

ENGEL: I definitely, no matter what, want to finish my degree. But, if something big does come up, and I am thankful that Duquesne is willing to work with me, I am willing to take the work if it’s offered to me.

STIPP: BELIEVE IN ME kind of challenges the genre of the sports film, bucking the kind of trend that you see in movies like REMEMBER THE TITANS or GLORY ROAD, in that the material is treated with reverence and not exploited for that sort of big orchestra moment where the “final game” is where the entire of the focus of the film rests. Did the way they were going to shoot this movie, how they were planning on telling this story, opposed to the “Disney Treatment,” as it were, come across in the script? Did its unique angle immediately jump off the page?

ENGEL: Yes, absolutely. And what really surprised me was that the coach in the film, Jeffery Donovan, he did a fantastic job and he did a nice job in explaining that this was more than just a basketball movie. And what really made us realize, and appreciate, what we were doing was when we met the real team that this movie is based on. We met the real coach, Jim Keith and his wife and all the girls who he influenced and coached, and it really hit home for me. And, when I met the woman who I was playing in the movie, just talking with her about how this man changed her whole life made me see how it paved the way for women’s sports and where they are today.

We were also very much alike. We did this one interview with everybody and we ended up wearing the same thing to the interview. When I met her, when I first met her, we wore the same thing, black pants, a white shirt and a black cardigan. It was a little spooky. And, talking with her, this all was more than just a basketball movie. As well, in the movie when the coach and his wife talk about adoption it hit home for me because my family adopted my brother from Russia. That was an amazing experience and I think that this film helps to also support the idea of adoption.

STIPP: And what the real coach feel about the legacy he’s left for those who have come after him in the realm of women’s sports?

ENGEL: Every scene we did he seemed to have tears in his eyes. You could tell that he definitely wanted this story to be told and he was so supportive and the stories he told us were just”¦he was just full of thankfulness.

I feel like we did this movie for him.

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Weekend Shopping Guide 3/2/07: The Tide Is High

Filed under: Shopping Guides — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:34 am
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The weekend’s here. You’ve just been paid, and it’s burning a hole in your pocket. What’s a pop culture geek to do? In hopes of steering you in the right direction to blow some of that hard-earned cash, it’s time for the Quick Stop Weekend Shopping Guide – your spotlight on the things you didn’t even know you wanted…

 

Their big screen adventure in Miami hit theaters last week, and now’s the time to brush up on your Reno 911! with the single-disc Reno 911!: Most Wanted (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$19.99 SRP), featuring their seven best episodes (including Paul Reuban’s hilarious turn as Rick from Citizen’s Patrol). The disc also features a live musical performance and a featurette of “Favorite Calls.”

 

 

I’m not really sure it’s possible to know Terry Gilliam as a person. I’ve known him for almost 7 years, and I don’t think I’m any closer to unlocking what makes him tick than I was the first time I ever talked to him all those years ago. As a filmmaker, Gilliam is only slightly less of an enigma – but an enigma nonetheless. It’s easy to try and say that the uncompromising cinematic and storytelling vision Tideland (Thinkfilm, Rated R, DVD-$27.98 SRP) – made during a break in filming the troubled Brothers Grimm – was somehow a reaction against the negative producorial influence that was tearing Grimm apart, but I think that oversimplifies Gilliam as an artist and a person… actually, it’s probably more an attempt to eternally cast him in the underdog role that has followed him since the now-famous events that surrounded both Brazil and Baron Munchausen. Divorced from all of that role-playing nonsense (some of which is explored in the Gilliam documentary that is featured on the second disc of this set, Getting Gilliam), I think Tideland is a beautiful piece of filmmaking for filmmaking’s sake. For many, it’s rather ersatz Alice in Wonderland tale of young Jeliza-Rose may be a little hard to stomach – this is not exactly a film that one walks away with whilst wearing a happy-go-lucky grin – but it’s a powerful film nonetheless, and one that deserves a second chance on home video (much like the renaissance of opinion that overtook Gilliam’s Fear & Loathing upon its home video release). The 2-disc set features audio commentary, an intro from Terry, deleted scenes, interviews, a behind-the-scenes featurette, and more.

 

 

Twomorrows turns the spotlight of their essential, must-have series Modern Masters on the wonderful Charles Vess (Twomorrows, $14.95 SRP). From Spider-Man to Sandman and Stardust in-between, the book covers the breadth of Vess’s career with an exceptionally in-depth interview and more artwork than you can shake a bundle of sticks at. It’s a shame that Twomorrows focus is largely on superhero comics, as I’d love a Modern Masters on Don Rosa. How ’bout it, guys? What if I begged?

 

 

A creature of profound habit whose every action of every days is exactly that of the day before, IRS agent Harold Crick (Will Ferrell) awakes to a sudden, terrifying realization – he is the character of a novel-in-progress being written by author Karen Eiffell (Emma Thompson)… a rather depressive sort who has a penchant for killing of her lead characters at the end of every book. Aided by a professor of literature (Dustin Hoffman), he’s got to try and find a way to take back his life and make sure it doesn’t all end with a period on the page. Stranger Than Fiction (Sony, Rated PG-13, DVD-$27.95 SRP) is a fun, quirky little flick, and Will Ferrell is fast becoming the versatile, drama-capable actor that Jim Carrey has been trying to lock for years. Bonus features include deleted scenes, behind-the-scenes featurettes, and an outtake reel.

 

 

Taking a page from Shout! Factory’s wonderful Dick Cavett Show releases, Rhino gives us a 3-disc box set featuring a total of 6 unedited episodes of Cavett contemporary Flip Wilson’s The Flip Wilson Show (Rhino, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP). Featuring guests including Albert Brooks, Johnny Cash, Tim Conway, Tony Randall, Richard Pryor, Ray Charles, Joan Rivers, Redd Foxx, and more, it’s an appetite-whetting taste of what I hope is more releases to come. Bonus materials include additional featurettes, episode intros from Conway and Phyllis Diller, and an interview with producer Bob Henry.

 

 

As much as I enjoyed the intricately woven script of the conspiracy thriller that is The State Within (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP) – about a British ambassador who slowly unravels a complex, and shocking, plot after an airplane explodes in mid-air above Washington, DC – I got an even bigger kick out of the performance given by the actor playing the British Ambassador to Washington, Jason Isaacs. Always a delight in whatever he’s in, he’s doubly so as a man who realizes that he may just be a puppet in a much larger plan. The 2-disc set features a making-of documentary.

 

 

If you’re only familiar with – and dismissive of – the disco icons that the Bee Gees became in the 70’s, you’re in for a real shock when you hear their original late-60’s sound, courtesy of their first three, newly-remastered international debut albums (Rhino, $24.98 SRP each). Those albums – 1st, Horizontal, & Idea – are wonderfully evocative of the Brit-pop sound of the period, from The Beatles and Cat Stevens to The Hollies and even a bit of Cream. If you’re stuck in the mindset that all the Brothers Gibb had to offer was variations on “Staying Alive,” do check these out. These new 2-disc special editions feature the albums in both stereo and mono, plus dozens of unreleased demos, alternate tracks, and rarities.

 

 

I know what you’re thinking – “Didn’t we already get a director’s cut of Oliver Stone’s Alexander?” Well, yes, we have. Still, Stone obviously thought he could make it better, so we’ve gotten the relatively unprecedented (outside of a mook named Lucas) Alexander Revisited: The Final Cut (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$24.98 SRP). Bottom line – is it better? Markedly so, but still not a great flick, no matter how hard Stone tries. Bonus features are limited to a brand new introduction from Stone.

 

 

If you’ve yet to pick up either the box set’s of Patrick McGoohan’s super-spy tun in the UK as Danger Man or its international incarnation Secret Agent, A&E has collected both of their previous box-set releases into one supersized 18-disc Secret Agent aka Danger Man Megaset (A&E, Not Rated, DVD-$149.95 SRP), featuring all 86 episodes, including the color finale episodes and the US opening titles (with Johnny Rivers’ “Secret Agent Man” as its theme).

 

 

To a kid unaware of animation history, the sudden appearance of a cartoon calling itself Ghostbusters but with nary a Slimer in sight seemed like a cruel joke being played upon my Ghostbusters-loving childhood. Little did I know (but I soon found out) that this Filmation series – starring Jake, Eddie, and a super-smart gorilla named Tracy – was, in fact, the original Ghostbusters. It’s enjoyable for what it is, sure, but it will never replace Ray, Winston, Peter, and Egon. Still, as another slice of animation history, I’m glad that it’s getting a release on DVD from the fine folks at BCI, who’ve packed the 6-disc first volume (BCI, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) with the first 32 episodes, plus creator interviews, the original pilot, an episode of the live action series, an image gallery, storyboards, and more.

 

 

Dolly Parton & Friends (MPI, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP) is a 2-disc collection of performances from the singer-songwriter’s eponymous 1976-77 variety show Dolly. Those guests include Kenny Rogers, Linda Ronstadt, Emmylou Harris, Ann Murray, and more. There’s no denying Dolly’s infectious appeal.

 

 

 

It’s measured, contemplative, and a love letter to one harried expat’s recuperative, reinvigorating experience in France’s bucolic wine country… And, ultimately, Ridley Scott’s A Good Year (Fox, Rated PG-13, DVD-$29.99 SRP) – starring Russell Crowe as the aforementioned English expat – is just, well, boring. Sad, but true. Bonus features include an audio commentary, behind-the-scenes featurettes, music videos, and more.

 

 

How about a bit of a TV-on-DVD bonanza from the fine folks at Universal Home Video? As if the complete third season of The Rockford Files (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) weren’t welcome enough, there’s the sixth seasons of both Magnum P.I. (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP) and Northern Exposure (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$59.98 SRP) – its final season – as well as the debut season of old west adventure in Alias Smith and Jones (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP), which even sports audio commentary from series creator Glen Larson on the pilot.

 

 

Any flick that has a cast that includes Brendan Fraser, Scott Glenn, and Mos Def is at least worth a check-see, if only for that eclectic mix. Journey To The End of the Night (First Look, Rated R, DVD-$26.99 SRP) is by no means the greatest little crime thriller ever, but it’s a pleasant enough way to kill a cold winter evening. For the cast alone. Bonus features are limited to a behind-the-scenes featurette.

 

 

And finally, we wrap up this week with a look at the quite nifty Mutts vinyl figures from Dark Horse ($17.99 SRP each). Both Mooch and Earl stand about 6″ each, and just looking at them, you know you want them…

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So there you have it… my humble suggestions for what to watch, listen to, play with, or waste money on this coming weekend. See ya next week…

-Ken Plume

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QSE News: 3/2/2007

Filed under: Columns,News — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:29 am
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Here are today’s top entertainment headlines:

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  • Sopranos actor Vincent Pastore has announced that he is backing out of the new season of ABC’s Dancing With the Stars.  Speculation centered on Pastore, 60, being unable to keep up physically with the demanding training sessions, but when asked as to why he was forgoing a stint on the successful show, Pastore responded that he’d “hate to have to bust Heather Mills one good knee if it looked like she was gonna beat me.  And besides, I don’t think the show can handle two “˜Big Pussys.’ Know what I’m sayin’?”
  • Eddy Kitsis and Adam Horowitz, co-executive producers for the hit TV show Lost, have signed a new deal with ABC Television that will keep them with the station till 2010.  The deal will elevate the pair to Executive Producers and give them a chance to develop new shows for the network.  The first new show, Missing, will debut in 2008 with other shows, such as Misplaced and Lost 2: Electric Boogaloo, premiering shortly thereafter.
  • Jeff Goldblum has won a permanent restraining order against a woman he claims has been stalking him for years.  After hearing testimony from both sides, a Superior court judge ruled that the woman, Linda Ransom, must stay at least 100 yards away from the aging actor.  When asked if the punishment was too harsh, the judge reportedly pointed out that “the general public stays at least 50 yards away from anything Glodblum touches.”
  • And finally today, a new book on the life of Bob Dylan will be released later this year. The book, titled Bob Dylan: Intimate Insights From Friends And Fellow Musicians, will feature stories from friends and fellow musicians such as The Beatles, Bruce Springsteen and Tom Petty, among others. Dylan’s voice coach will not be featured in the book.
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That’s all for today’s news, stay tuned to this channel for all the news that matters least but you still care about.

(Compiled by J. Allen)

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Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 3/2/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 12:27 am
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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • This has got to be one of the most poorly conceived educational videos for kids I have ever laid eyes on… And it’s got The Fonz! (Thingamabob)
  • How great is voice artist extraordinaire Frank Welker? This great… (Thingamabob)
  • Okay, this is a good way to fry your eyes… (Thingamabob)

Have a THINGAMABOB? Send it in!

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March 1, 2007

Music For The Masses: 3/1/07 or The “Loose Ends” Edition

Filed under: Columns,Music for the Masses — UncaScroogeMcD @ 3:23 am
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Hey everybody!! Well, I was planning on keeping things shorter than Britney’s hair this week because my parole”¦ I mean, my”¦ umm, boss has me pickin’ up all kinds of stuff and I didn’t have a whole lotta time to chit chat. But that was before J.D. and Double A sent in their stuff. So, as a result, we are filled to the brim with goodness this week as I spend some time tying up loose ends, so to speak, by paying a long overdue visit to an old friend of Quick Stop, Mr. Neil Innes, and reviewing some recent concerts in traditional Hiaku. Plus, J.D. drops by with a huge slice of 80’s cheese and Double A checks in with the latest from the Wisemen. So, what do you say? You ready to have a wee bit o’ fun? How’s about we find out?

Loose Ends #1: An Album You Should Check Out…

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Neil Innes

Album: Works In Progress

Sounds like: Mark Knopfler singing the tunes of Paul Simon while jacked up on some whacky, hybrid mix of LSD, MDMA and carpet cleaner.

Now, I don’t usually open up like this, but I’m going to tell you folks something that I wouldn’t normally share with the common folk. However, considering that we are “tight n’ shit” and that I love each and every one of you more than Oscar-After-Party-No-Show Eddie Murphy loves a hooker with nuts, I thought I’d share a personal tid-bit about myself”¦

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Holy crap, Eddie! You can see “her” “Klump!”

I have a man-crush. Now, I’m sure many of you are out there, right now, saying to yourself, “Well, yeah, M.C., I have a man-crush on [INSERT SPORTS FIGURE, NIGHTLY NEWS ANCHOR, DATELINE’S CHRIS HANSEN, JALEEL WHITE, WIFE’S CO-WORKER’S REALLY-HOT HUSBAND HERE], too. Big deal.” Yeah, well, the big deal is that I’ve never had one of these before and honestly? I’m scared. In fact, I haven’t been this scared since Tom Cruise called down the wrath of Xenu on my head for calling him a “silly-little, couch-bouncin,’ fruity-bitch©.”

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“Hey Oprah!! Here’s the face I make as Katie thumbs my butt. EEEEEE!!!!”

But honestly, I felt that it was time to come clean about my huge-honkin’, wicked-ass case of man-love for Neil Innes. Of course, I’m not talking the kind of “man-love” where Neil and I spoon on the bed, watching Will & Grace and humming “How Deep Is Your Love?” as we cup each others junk in a gentle embrace. Au contraire, mon ami. This is the kind of man-love that comes out of a deep appreciation for and respect of a man’s work”¦ and besides, umm, he looks TOTALLY hot in jeans, but I digress. Now, for those of you sitting at work/home right now going “who in the hell is this Neil Innes guy anyway?,” well, I’m afraid that I’m going to defer to Quick Stop’s EIC, Mr. Kenneth “Boom Boom” Plume, who did one hell of a bang up job telling you just “who in the hell this Neil guy is, anyway” right here.

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Nope. Sorry. I can’t tell you much more about Neil’s storied past over and above what Ken wrote, basically because my knowledge of that past is “sketchy at best,” but I can tell you what I think of his ‘new” disc, Work In Progress. In a word, it’s fucking brilliant. Okay”¦ that was two words. Screw you. Make you feel special always correcting people? Fucker. But seriously, though, this is truly an amazing disc and, I would wager, a bit surprising. You see, considering that the man has spent a good portion of his career lampooning the Beatles, crafting tunes for Python and exploring the depths of Dada-infused jazz with the Bonzo Dog Dada Band, it is surprising to me to hear this exceptionally talented man veer away from spot-on parody, humor and the “all over the board,” trip-adelic jazz of past discs and embrace the more subtle and moody side of his melodic songwriting ability. Sure, the disc still hints at the whimsical and absurd, but this is much more of a “serious” affair and there is an undercurrent running through these tracks that is introspective, poignant, sharp and, at times, cutting.

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This entire disc is an aural treat, but the stand out tracks for this reviewer include the subtle balladry of “All Alone,” “Charlie (“Who gives a fuck about who shuts the fuck up?”) Big Potatoes,” the world-music infused “One Of These People” (which sounds like Innes singing with Johnny Clegg and Savuka) and the romping and cheeky polka of “Eye Candy.” Truly a treat, folks. Give it a spin and behold the man-love incurring glory of Mr. Neil Innes!!

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LOOSE ENDS #2″¦ CONCERT REVIEWS”¦

One of the “perks” related to being a “music reviewer” is the ability to see numerous live shows as various “bands” stagger and swagger through my cow-state in search of villages to plunder, virgins to de-flower and copious amounts of beer to drink. In the past week and a half, I caught three, count them, three, live acts here in our fair city. Rather than write up some boring-ass reviews of each show, I thought it would be more fun (read: EASIER) to do the concert reviews in Hiaku, the ancient Japanese poetic form. Now, for those of you “not in the know,” Haiku is, according to the lazy-college-student-handbook, or, as I like to call it, Wikipedia:

“a mode of Japanese poetry, the late 19th century revision by Masaoka Shiki of the older hokku (発句, hokku?), the opening verse of a linked verse form, haikai no renga. The traditional hokku consisted of a pattern of approximately 5, 7, 5 on. The Japanese word on, meaning “sound”, corresponds to a mora, a phonetic unit similar but not identical to the syllable of a language such as English.”

Yeah. Whatever. Well, without further ado, here are my concert reviews and please”¦feel free to count along with the syllables:

The Shins @ The Fillmore

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A winter’s wet dream,

Pansy rockers came to town.

Album great!! Show? Blew.

Glen Phillips (former lead singer of Toad the Wet Sprocket) @ The Soiled Dove

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Glen, you dopey “˜tard.

Why’d you leave that kickin’ band?

Your new tunes bore me.

Blue October @ The Ogden

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Crazy Ass Fucker,

Your new disc gave me a bone.

Your concert? HUGE bone!!

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When I first heard about this album, it was hyped as Think Differently Music Presents: Wisemen Approaching. That in itself was enough to get me to pick up this album. See, if you don’t know, Think Differently Music is the brainchild of Bronze Nazarath, who coincidently is one of the 4 members of Wisemen. In 2005, Think Differently Music released one of the best hip hop albums in the last few years with Wu-Tang Meets Indie Culture. This album combined Wu-Tang Clan members with stars of the underground scene such as MF Doom, Del Tha Funky Homosapeien and Aesop Rock. This was a GREAT album, which led to my interest in this particular Wisemen CD. But something strange happened when I actually picked up this new album. Nowhere on it does it even mention Think Differently Music. “Odd,” me thought. That little fact really has nothing to do with this review. I just need to waste space. Is this space fully wasted? Good, now we can move on.

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Now, Wisemen Approaching isn’t a bad album, but it falls into the same trap that a lot of recent releases. It’s fairly boring. Taking each song and listening to it on it’s own the songs are good, but taken as a whole, the album kind of drones on. Out of all the tunes, the track “Associated” breaks up the monotony of the rest of the album. “Associated,” featuring the Wu-Tangs own GZA is a great track. The beats are good and the raps come out fast and crisp. The song just has an energy to it that isn’t reflected on the rest of the album. The other songs all use a very mellow beat with a slow drawl for the vocals. Like I said, this is fine on a song for song basis, but over the whole album, it gets a little repetitive. Aside from “Associated” nothing on this album just out at me as says “listen, fat ass. This is some good music. Now go get me some cookies.”

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Mmm… cookies… and diet soda!!!!

Wisemen Approaching isn”t a bad album, but it is far from the near perfection that was Wu-Tang Meets Indie Culture. Hopefully Bronze Nazareth will get things back on track with the next album. I’m not upset about picking this album up, but I could have been a lot happier. Now all I gotta do is waste a little more space because otherwise, M.C. gets crazier than Brittany with a Flowbee®. So, um, crazy weather we’re having, eh? How ’bout them Mets? Um, well, that’s all I got, so I’m going to go grab me some of those aforementioned cookies.

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Reverb… with J.D.

Recently I got to talking with a friend of mine about baby clothes; she was excited because she had just picked up a onesie for her niece that said “Nobody Puts Baby In a Corner.” (For you youngsters out there, that was Patrick Swayze’s signature line in the 1980s cheese-movie Dirty Dancing. If you haven’t seen it yet, just sit on the couch for 12 hours and start flipping through channels”¦you’ll come across it).

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Baby clothes: Not as boring to talk about as you might think

This little bit of awesomeness got me to thinking about Swayze. If I were to name the greatest cheesy movies of the 80’s (a decade LUSH in cultural cheese) the first three that instantly come to mind are 1) Urban Cowboy (my favorite movie of all-time), 2) Road House, and 3) Dirty Dancing. Not only does Swayze star in two of those, but a little bit of digging on imdb.com reveals that his wife and mother (Lisa Niemi and Patsy Swayze) choreographed the dance sequences in Urban Cowboy.

Wow! That’s almost too much information to process. Throw in Red Dawn, Uncommon Valor, and Ghost, and you can make an airtight case that Swayze was–for a decade at least, but maybe for all-time–the undisputed King of So-Bad-They’re-Good movies.

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Dancer, Bouncer, Dead Guy: Versatile enough to suck in almost any role.

(Of course, he subsequently pushed his luck and made To Wong Foo, Something Something, Julie Newmar, a movie that nobody watched, and for which the soundtrack likely included “Taps” (to mark the end of his acting career). But considering that he hasn’t been seen since then, doesn’t now seem like a good time for Quentin Tarantino to cast him in something?)

Anyway, you might be wondering ‘Hey jacka**”¦where’s the music? WHERE’S THE F*****G MUSIC?????? (I just love it when you guys utilize the ’email the author’ button at the bottom of the column. No, really. Always brightens my day.) Well lest you forget, old Pat tried to parlay his superstar status into a singing gig, even contributing an original song to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack.

Swayze was neither the first nor, lamentably, the last actor to try to cross-pollinate success in Hollywood with rock stardom. It happens all too frequently, and it NEVER turns out well.

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Are you listening, Johnny Depp? NEVER!!

In what other industry does rousing success inspire the idea that equal success will follow by jumping into another field? Does a football coach switch gears and apply for the basketball coaching job? Does a stripper look at a prostitute and think, ‘Hey! I could do that!’? (Okay, bad example”¦but you get the point).

On the bright side, these forays–while musical disasters–often result in superb comedy. Here then are five fantastic examples of actors making the dubious leap. Click on the song title for links to videos of each–you won’t be disappointed! In fact, they all fall into the Swayze category”¦.so SOOOO bad, they’re good.

Let’s kick it off with the master himself:

Patrick Swayze

She’s Like The Wind

Highlight: Definitely the first line of the song: “She’s like the wind”¦.through my tree.” Pure poetry!

Eddie Murphy

Party all the time

Highlight: Tie–Rick James rocks Whitney Houston’s hairdo from the same time period and Eddie’s chorus sounds like he’s singing “My girl wants to potty all the time, potty all the time, potty all the tiiiiiiime.” Why can’t Flomax use this song in a marketing campaign?

Mr. T

Treat Your Mother Right

Highlight: Either the remarkably unsexy backup dancers, or Mr. T’s very sexy shorts. (However, the outstanding opening segue also deserves mention: Dissing on each other? No problem. Dissing on someone’s mother? T steps in!).

Juliette Lewis

Hot Kiss

Highlight: The fact that you get the sense that this is EXACTLY what Lewis is like in real life.

David Hasselhoff

Jump In My Car

Highlight: Too many to mention. Quite possibly the hands-down winner of the title “Greatest Video of All-Time.” Remember earlier when I said that the actor’s foray into music never turns out well? I stand corrected. This is everything you’d want a David Hasselhoff video to be, and more.

Rappers got it all wrong. “Ghost like Swayze?” Pshaw!!!

Don’t Hassel the Hoff!!

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UPCOMING RELEASES”¦ 3/6/07

ARTIST TITLE GENRE
EXPLOSIONS IN THE SKY ALL OF A SUDDEN I MISS EVERYONE ALTERNATIVE ROC
KADDISFLY SET SAIL THE PRAIRIE ALTERNATIVE ROC
BLOODJINN THIS MACHINE RUNS ON EMPTY METAL
69 EYES, THE ANGELS N/A
FIELD MUSIC TONES OF TOWN N/A
FINGER ELEVEN THEM VS. YOU VS. ME N/A
HAWKINS, TRAMAINE I NEVER LOST MY PRAISE LIVE N/A
ILLINOIS WHAT THE HELL DO I KNOW? N/A
JAIN, ESSIE WE MADE THIS OURSELVES N/A
LITTLE AXE STONE COLD OHIO N/A
LMNO BOOM IT/RACE CARD N/A
MANDO DIAO LONG BEFORE ROCK’N’ROLL N/A
MANN, CHICO MANIFEST TONE VOL. 1 N/A
MENDEED THE DEAD LIVE BY LOVE N/A
MUNLY, JAY GALVANIZED YANKEE N/A
N.I.L. ST N/A
SHERWOOD, ADRIAN BECOMING A CLICHE N/A
SMOKE OR FIRE THIS SINKING SHIP N/A
STRIBORG NEFARIA N/A
SWEET, KELLY WE ARE ONE N/A
TIMES NEW VIKING THE PAISLEY REICH N/A
ANTIBALAS SECURITY ROCK
ARCADE FIRE NEON BIBLE ROCK
BIG BUSINESS HERE COME THE WATERWORKS ROCK
BLACKFIELD BLACKFIELD II ROCK
BRIGHT EYES FOUR WINDS ROCK
GREEN PITCH ACE OF HEARTS ROCK
HAMMOND, ALBERT JR. YOURS TO KEEP ROCK
HIGHER, THE ON FIRE ROCK
JONNY LIVES! GET STEADY ROCK
MRNORTH FEAR & DESIRE ROCK
ODAWAS RAVEN AND THE WHITE NIGHT ROCK
OKKERVIL RIVER BLACK SHEEP BOY (DEFINITIVE ED ROCK
ONE AM RADIO THIS TOO WILL PASS ROCK
ORANGEBURG MASSACRE MOOREA ROCK
PARKINS, ZEENA NIGHTMARE ALLEY ROCK
PAULSON ALL AT ONCE ROCK
RJD2 THE THIRD HAND ROCK
SECRET HANDSHAKE, THE SUMMER OF 98 ROCK
SEVENDUST ALPHA ROCK
SHAW BLADES INFLUENCE ROCK
SILMARIL THE VOYAGE OF ICARUS ROCK
TAYLOR, MARIA LYNN TEETER FLOWER ROCK
TRAGICALLY HIP WORLD CONTAINER ROCK
WHITE FLIGHT WHITE FLIGHT ROCK
WOLF & CUB VESSELS ROCK

Well, there you have it friends… another notch on the bed post. Until next week, keep wearing it proud and playing it loud.

Send pictures of your man-crush, review copies, hate mail and assorted presents to:

M.C. Bell
P.O. Box 1222
Arvada, CO 80001

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The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 93 – They Shoot Freds, Don’t They?

Filed under: The Fred Hembeck Show — UncaScroogeMcD @ 2:53 am

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So The Departed won the Best Picture of the Year Oscar, huh? Did you see it? I didn’t, but that’s not all that unusual.

Y’see, these days, I generally prefer what broadcast television has to offer over what’s playing down at the multiplex, even the films that earn themselves statues of the coveted tiny golden eunuch. I much prefer an episode of 24 to most big-screen action flicks, an hour of Gilmore Girls to a majority of Hollywood’s romantic comedies, sixty minutes of Smallville to most cinematic super-hero adaptations, and a late night broadcast of Saturday Night Live to most any movie starring an SNL alum (Elf being a distinct exception)!

That being said, there was a time in my life (several, actually) when I fancied myself quite the cinephile. As a kid, well, sure I watched certain films – the Universal monster series and the Abbott and Costello canon come immediately to mind – but it wasn’t until I reached my mid-teens that I began actively seeking out quality films from the past. Once committed to the task, I’d regularly page through my Leonard Maltin Guide (first edition, no less) looking for four-star movies, and then scour the listings in the TV Guide to determine just what I could manage to eyeball that particular week. Sundays were always something else – I’d start the day off with some lighter fare (usually a Bowery Boys entry commencing around 11 AM), then view a classic or two during the afternoon (Mildred Pierce, High Noon, Arsenic and Old Lace, Twelve Angry Men, Fail Safe, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance), followed by something fresher during prime time (Cat Ballou, Some Like It Hot), with a late night nightcap featuring an otherwise unheralded flick starring the likes of Humphrey Bogart, Henry Fonda, or good ol’ James Stewart. Whew – those were some long, long days, lemme tell ya! But I’d later dutifully put a red check mark next to the Maltin review after making my way through each film, hoping one day to have nearly the entire book marked in red! Didn’t happen, but hey, it WAS a nice idea!

Once me and my buddies were old enough to drive, that once rare trip to the local popcorn palace (totally dependent on my stay-at-home parents) suddenly became a weekly – even bi-weekly – event. We didn’t always pick the BEST movies to see, true, but just by the law averages, we did manage to take in some contemporary classics (MASH, They Shoot Horse, Don’t They? , Bonnie and Clyde, Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid).

But probably my most pervasive cinematic period occurred during four years in the mid-seventies while I was a student at SUNY at Buffalo. Not only did they offer recent releases (six months or older) for the bargain price of a buck on weekends in their own theater in the campus commons building (including such odd fare as Altman’s Three Women and DePalma’s Get To Know Your Rabbit), but, best of all, each Wednesday night, in one of those 500 plus seat lecture halls over in the college’s science building, true classic movies were shown on a big screen! I caught The Bride of Frankenstein there for the umpteenth time (but the ONLY time on a large screen), as well as Citizen Kane, The Magnificent Ambersons, and Ace In The Hole (aka The Big Carnival), to name but a few. Those were some great times, friends – and did I mention it was all free?

Well, after leaving the campus environs, Lynn and I continued to take in our share of flicks – some on the ever shrinking big screen, some on pay cable channels like Showtime, and some on rented videotapes (later, DVDs). The last big burst of movie viewing came in the months just before our daughter Julie was born. We rented an average of three or four films a week in her last trimester, as there really wasn’t much else for my darlin’ dear wife to do at the time. We watched all kinds of stuff besides Oscar winners, including some of Spike Lee’s early movies, as well as some pretty bad SNL-derived comedies.

Then Julie arrived, and suddenly Disney became very popular hereabouts. Sitting down and watching OTHER movies? Not so much so. And going out? Hah! So, I settled instead into the network TV routine that I pretty much remain in to this very day. But even with this on-and-off relationship I’ve had with the movies over the years, I HAVE seen my share of feted films. I realized as much the other day when I was looking over a list of all the Best Picture winners posted on my buddy Roger Green’s blog (Relentlessly Rambling With Rog).

Roger indicated which of the movies he had seen, under what sort of circumstances and when he’d seen them, and offered impressions – if any – that he’d retained from viewing them. After going through friend Green’s list, I was all set to pitch my own two cents into his comments section, but then I was struck with maybe a BETTER idea – why not just steal his whole format and tick off my own Oscar-worthy memories? Yeah, I’m well aware that lists like this are pretty much pointless – that doesn’t mean they can’t be fun, though! So Roger – and anybody else who’s made it through my ponderous preface – begging your indulgence, here now MY Academy Award Best Picture of the Year Winners roll call!!

1928 – Wings: This hasn’t got anything to do with Paul McCartney, does it? No, I didn’t think so. Haven’t seen it.

1928 – Sunrise: Nope. 1928 just wasn’t my year.

1929 – The Broadway Melody: Or 1929 – I never saw this one either.

1930 – All Quiet on the Western Front: I watched this anti-war classic during one of those long-ago Sunday afternoon marathons, and unlike most of what flickered across my old black and white TV screen back then, a lot of this film remains with me. I should point out that, of all the popular film genres, the one I shy away from almost entirely is the war movie – unless it’s one that clearly makes the case that war is NOT a good thing, which this World War One-set scenario did brilliantly.

1931 – Cimarron: I’m not all that big on westerns, either, though I’ve seen my share. Not this one, though.

1932 – Grand Hotel: I THOUGHT I saw this one on the big screen during my college days, but after a quick consultation of my yellowed Maltin tome, I soon realized that I was confusing it with 1933’s similarly multi-storied Dinner At Eight. Both films feature Wallace Beery, after all, but it’s the latter one in which a radiantly sexy Jean Harlow shines in a comedic role (and a slinky dress), while the ’32 production offered instead the less yock-inducing allure of Greta Garbo. Guess I’m gonna hafta check into Grand Hotel someday. Room please – I vant to be alone!…

1933 – Cavalcade: I had to look this one up cuz I had NO idea what it was about. Turns out it was a lavish adaptation of an episodic Noel Coward play – songs included – starring a group of actors whose names I didn’t come anywhere close to recognizing! An early example of the Academy valuing the snooty over the popular, I’m guessing. Needless to say, I’ve never seen it, will probably never have a chance to, and – I can honestly say – I’m okay with that…

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1934 – It Happened One Night: This was the one that won ’em ALL: Best Director (Frank Capra), Best Actor (Clark Gable) , Best Actress (Claudette Colbert), and Best Screenplay! And this was one I saw at a very early age – around ten or so – on the tube with my parents. It was breezy fun, and had several memorable scenes – the hitchhiking scene, the blanket that served as The Walls of Jericho between improvised sleeping quarters of the two leads – though the concept of sexual tension went right over my head at that tender age. I may have seen this one a couple more times shortly after that initial viewing, but not since. Still a quality film I’m sure, it’s nonetheless long been eclipsed in the Capra canon by the Oscar-less It’s A Wonderful Life in both stature and popularity. An angel doesn’t get its wings every time Claudette Colbert hikes up her dress out on the highway, after all (more’s the pity…).

1935 – Mutiny on the Bounty: Another Clark Gable starrer, another Sunday afternoon classic. Charles Laughton as the tyrannical Captain Bligh made for an unforgettable bad guy, one that really got my teen-aged outrage stirred up! THAT was the end of the sailor’s life for me, lemme tell ya! Oh, and unless otherwise noted, like most of the movies here, I’ve only seen this one once, but based on nearly my forty year old recollections, I’d still recommend this one.

1936 – The Great Ziegfeld: Inasmuch as I was a bit tardy in coming to appreciate the musical form – and I NEVER grokked the bio film (the sole dubious exception being the pair of movies retelling the life story of Al Jolson – sorry, Roger…) – this one never even made it onto my radar. I MIGHT consider watching it if the chance presented itself nowadays, but I can’t say I’d ever seek it out…

1937 – The Life of Emile Zola: A 19th century French writer I’d never heard of portrayed by Paul Muni, an actor (save for the original Scarface) whose films I’ve never seen? Uh uh – another one that I blithely passed by. (But dig the subjects of these two biographies. Hollywood went for the prestigious historical figures in those days – in recent years, we’ve instead been treated to big budget takes on the likes of Sid and Nancy, Ed Wood, Andy Kaufman, Larry Flynt, and even the autobiography of Howard Stern! Not a Louie Pasteur in the bunch – now, THAT’S progress, huh?…)

1938 – You Can’t Take It With You: Another Capra production, this one a stage adaptation concerning an eccentric family, with James Stewart taking the Lily Munster role. I caught this one during the mid-eighties, renting a VHS tape of it from Alice In Videoland during a tubing phase wherein I made a really concerted effort to catch up on some of the classics I’d somehow overlooked in earlier times. It was pleasant, funny even, but not quite in the class of the superior Mr. Smith Goes To Washington (although Mr. Oscar was inexplicably out to lunch that afternoon…).

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1939 – Gone With the Wind: When I was a kid, my mom and dad only rarely endured the hour plus drive on out to the Cinerama theater in Syosset, Long Island, but when we did, it was always for a darn good reason. After seeing such triple-sized epics (because, young folks, that’s what Cinerama was – three massive screens perched right alongside one another, curved in at two joints) as How The West Was Won, The Wonderful World of the Brothers Grimm, and It’s A Mad, Mad, Mad World, my parents treated us all to a mid-sixties revival of the as-yet-to-be-telecast Civil War epic in the most impressive of surroundings available! Hey, we even bought us a commemorative booklet! This was a film I enjoyed immensely, and in fact have seen several times since (including on a big – if not exactly Cinerama sized – screen while in college). Hey, I even read the book in tenth grade when it was offered as one of several options – even instead of tomes clocking in at two to three hundred pages less, which oughta tell you something! The third Clark Gable starrer on this list – I was never a particularly big fan of his, but I have to admit he really brought the goods to each of these roles – the true star was the beauteous Vivien Leigh, whose performance hit all the right notes – alluring, annoying, determined, if perhaps a little TOO hung up on Leslie Howard’s Ashley Wilkes (I never quite understood THAT fixation as a kid, and I still don’t). The scope of the film (i.e. the burning of Atlanta) is literally jaw-dropping at times. And it boasts a good solid story that keeps moving along at a nice clip. That said, my pal Roger’s never been able to make it all the way through the picture, and inasmuch as I’m a white guy and he’s not, that’s understandable – it’s being filtered through a whole ‘nother perspective for my Mr. Green. Truth is, Rog, while it’s hardly three hours of Steppin’ Fetchit-like antics, I CAN see how some of even the well-intentioned characterizations can be cringe-inducing (“Oh lordy, I never delivered me a baby before!” screeched Butterfly McQueen at a very high pitch, waking sleeping dogs for miles around…), and there’s a whole sequence towards the end regarding the burning of a shanty town that resembles Klu Klux Klan-like justice far too closely for my tastes. But, on a happier note, Gone With The Wind is one of two Best Picture winners to feature – however briefly – the talents of the small screen’s future Man of Steel himself, George Reeves! (And no, the other Tarleton twin was played by Fred Crane, not Kirk Alyn – now wouldn’t THAT have been something, huh?…) Frankly, my dear Rog, most folks didn’t give a damn, but hey, I sure did!

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1940 – Rebecca: Saw this one on video in the mid-eighties, another one of my attempts to play catch-up. I’ve probably seen at least half, maybe two-thirds of director Alfred Hitchcock’s ouerve. This one’s pretty good, if not outstanding compared to some of his later work (my two favorite Hitch’s would be Strangers On A Train and Rear Window, and I also enjoyed the novelty aspects of both Lifeboat (taking place in a single, cramped setting for nearly the entire movie) and Rope (filmed solely in several long, ten-minute plus uninterrupted takes). Judith Anderson as the hatchet-faced housekeeper is memorably creepy, though – this AIN’T no Sunnybrook farm, y’know!

1941 – How Green Was My Valley: Somehow, the notion of John Ford directing a story about a family of Welsh coal-miners somehow just never managed to get me in front of the tube (and most likely never will), but with a title like THAT, how ever did my pal Roger GREEN let it slip by unwatched I’m wondering?…

1942 – Mrs. Miniver: A story about war-time in England filmed during the actual war-time – somehow, that very fact seemed to date the movie for me (I could be wrong), so I never went anywhere near it. On the other hand…

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1943 – Casablanca: THIS was a war-time story filmed during the actual war-time as well, and THIS one I’ve seen at least a dozen times! Mostly, that was due to a VERY HEAVY Humphrey Bogart phase I went through in my later teen years. I wasn’t the only one – the decade-long deceased actor was going through a tremendous revival towards the end of sixties. I happened upon an article about him which peaked my interest around then, and when a local station ran a Bogie week during their late-movie slot soon afterwards, I stayed up way past my bedtime that Monday all the way through Friday to watch each one of ’em. No, Casablanca WASN’T included in the mix (first up was High Sierra – which sold me right then and there – followed by Sahara, Dead End, and my two very favorite Bogart pictures of all, The Maltese Falcon, and the magnificent The Treasure of the Sierra Madre). Fact is, the first time I saw Casablanca, I didn’t quite understand its appeal. I later realized – upon seeing it on a big-screen at a Greenwich Village revival house circa 1970 – that my initial viewing of the classic (aired during a 4:30 to 6 afternoon movie slot) was horrifically truncated – they took out all the flashback sequences so as to fit in more commercials in! Can you imagine? Filled with great supporting actors – Peter Lorre, Sydney Greenstreet, Claude Rains – this is a movie that just seems to get better and better with each subsequent viewing! Watch it again, Sam – and you too Bill, Tom, Terry, and Roger!

1944 – Going My Way: Oddly enough – especially with the recent bout of Bing-mania that’s infected my CD player over the past decade – aside from his Road pictures with Bob Hope, I still seem to have mustered little interest in actually watching der Bingle act – especially as a clergyman, Oscar or no. So no, I haven’t seen this one, though there IS a chance(especially if there’s a heretofore unreeled scene featuring ol’ ski-nose in the confessional!…).

1945 – The Lost Weekend: Forget Hitchcock, Capra, Ford, or Huston – by far my favorite director from Hollywood’s so-called Golden Age was Billy Wilder! Which makes it surprising that it took me til my belated mid-eighties cinema cramming to view not only this celebrated film, but the other Wilder entry on this list (The Apartment) as well. Ray Milland – though he’ll always be first and foremost X, The Man With The X-ray Eyes to me – is outstanding in his award winning performance as an alcoholic. It’s an excellent movie, certainly a trailblazer of sorts regarding some largely ignored social issues of the day, but in the Wilder resume, personally I prefer Sunset Boulevard, Some Like It Hot, Stalag 17, Double Indemnity, and Ace In the Hole (aka The Big Carnival) – how come you didn’t vote any of THOSE pictures the coveted Best Picture Oscar, Academy voters? (And let’s not forget The Major And The Minor, Wilder’s directorial debut, in which a fully grown, 30 year old Ginger Rogers pretends to be 12 years old in order to save on train fare, and then accidentally – and improbably – becomes involved in a sober if apparently near-sighted Ray Milland, and the military school he runs! I saw this well-played farce at a very, very young age – probably before hitting ten – and after seeing it again many years later, I clearly understood how the idea of the fresh-faced Rogers as a girl only a few years my senior could’ve left such an indelible impression on me – wotta sweetie! Y’know, I never DID find a twelve year old nearly as cute as Ginger – and no, Chris Hanson, I’m NOT still looking!…)

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1946 – The Best Years of Our Lives: I saw this one in UB’s science lecture hall. Quite a powerful film, it concern several GIs coming home from the recently ended second World War, including the year’s Oscar winning supporting actor, Harold Russell. Russell wasn’t a professional, but he sure gave a convincing performance as a returning vet whose hands had been replaced by metal hooks – probably because he had to live the role, as those hooks were real. I remember this to be a mostly depressing film, softened by a modest dollop of optimism. Worth seeing, at least once.

1947 – Gentleman’s Agreement: Writer Gregory Peck pretends to be Jewish so as to expose anti-Semitism. I never saw it. Maltin says its once daring approach is tame now – and Len wrote THAT back in 1969! I’d be mildly interested in seeing this one someday. (Can you believe I’ve never seen the Peckster in To Kill A Mockingbird either? THAT one should be a bit higher up than this one on the too-see list I’m thinking…)

1948 – Hamlet: Shakespeare? Regular readers of my “Fred Sez” blog know where I stand on The Bard – once a year, I go to my daughter’s school and enjoy their annual Shakespeare offering, and that’s IT. I’ve never seen ANY of Willy the Shake’s film work, and even when I recently expressed some interest in getting me some much needed culture via one of the renowned playwright’s cinematic adaptations, several folks (hi, Tom!) warned me off this version. To watch or not to watch – there’s really NO question! I ain’t watching this one, sorry…

1949 – All the King’s Men: I saw this one in some pretty unique circumstances – someone at our high school decided it would be a swell idea to screen this in the auditorium for the entire school to see, the one and only time that ever happened. Broderick Crawford, years before he joined the Highway Patrol (and even longer before he appeared as perhaps the most openly nervous host in SNL history) plays a corrupt politician in a story based on real-life events. I recall it as being a decent movie, though viewed in surroundings not necessarily conducive to maintaining one’s full attention (“Hey! Cut it out with those spitballs!”), so it’s hard for me to say much more about the film.

1950 – All About Eve: This Bette Davis back-stage showbiz expose was another classic rented from the fine folks at Alice In Videoland during the eighties. I enjoyed it well enough, but can’t muster up much of anything else to say about it – insert your own “it’s going to be a bumpy ride” gag here.

1951 – An American in Paris: During the early eighties, after long ignoring movie musicals, I went through a phase where I became overly enamored with the work of Gene Kelly. This was likely due to my vast appreciation for his performances in both On The Town and Singin’ In The Rain (the latter of which I’ve seen multiple times, and is my favorite of all movie musicals). So I eagerly rented An American In Paris! Eh. Some nice dance sequences, but ultimately, it left about as much an impression on me as did one of Gene’s later works: Xanadu – and THAT one boasted a Marvel Comics adaptation to help jog the ol’ memory (not to mention an Olivia Newton-John/ELO soundtrack to boot!). Guess I really missed seeing Singin’ In The Rain co-star Debbie Reynolds in that French setting – now, she was truly an eye-full!

1952 – The Greatest Show on Earth: This is one of those movies that critical revisionism would have you believe really, REALLY shouldn’t have taken home the big prize! They’re probably right, but inasmuch as this was likely the very first of ANY of these films to be viewed by yours truly when I was but a lad of single digits – and not once since – I can’t say definitively. The only thing I do recall about this circus picture was the blink-and-you’ll-miss-it cameo of a silent Hope and Crosby, sitting in the bleachers, sharing a carton of popcorn. This was one time when the boys were clearly on the road to an easy payday, lemme tell ya…

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1953 – From Here to Eternity: Omigosh, but this one is a REAL goodie – you’ve gotta make a point of seeing it Rog! I first caught in on one of my housebound Sunday afternoons at the cinema, but mere months later, it was memorably run, thirty minutes at a clip, over a weeks time in my 9th grade English class! And it was during that group viewing experience that I clearly recall more than one of my fellow students calling out “Hey look – it’s Superman!” when George Reeves appeared on screen (his role having been pared down only weeks before the film’s release because the very same thing happened during previews), making this the second Best Picture winner to feature the faux Kryptonian (What? You were expecting maybe Superman Versus The Mole Men?…). Beyond that, the cast is superb – Montgomery Clift, Burt Lancaster, Deborah Kerr, Donna Reed, Ernest Borgnine, and featuring an Oscar worthy turn – and career reviving performance – from Old Blue Eyes himself, Frank Sinatra! All this, and you’ve got the December 7th attack on Pearl Harbor for your big finish! Lotsa story here, and it moves at a brisk pace. So what if I didn’t quite realize that Paul Peterson and Shelley Fabare’s TV mom was supposed to be a high-priced call girl when I originally watched it – it was still plenty engrossing! Highly recommended!

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1954 – On the Waterfront: As is this one! Watching On the Waterfront as a teen, alone in my room, this gritty Elia Kazan directed expose of union corruption packed quite a wallop. I’ve seen it several times since, including on the big screen up in Buffalo. Marlon Brando is at the absolute top of his form, and is there any more iconic scene featuring the legendary actor than the one set in the back of the cab shared with brother Rod Steiger? “I coulda been a contenda” indeed! (By the way, it sure was nice to see co-stars Brando and Eva Marie Saint together again last year in Superman Returns – he as the Man of Steel’s Krytonian dad, she as his earthly foster-mom – wasn’t it? Too bad Steiger was unavailable – he’da made a keen Luthor!…)

1955 – Marty: How’d I ever miss this one? Captain McHale dating Lou Grant’s boss, Mrs. Pynchon? But I did. Maybe someday…

1956 – Around the World in 80 Days: Despite the myriad of star cameos – over forty! – I never mustered the prerequisite stamina necessary to sit through this adaptation of Jules Verne’s classic overseen by one of Liz Taylor’s early, doomed hubbys. But if I ever feel the need to go on a Cantinflas kick, this’ll be the first movie I’ll look to!

1957 – The Bridge on the River Kwai: This one I saw on one of those prime-time NBC Saturday Night at the Movies thingies during the mid-sixties. Long and epic, I also wasn’t overly impressed – sorry. This highly respected film concerning British soldiers building a bridge while being held in a Japanese prison camp during World War Two – and the American who wants to blow it up – wasn’t exactly The Longest Day (a re-release of which friends dragged me to in the early seventies), but it wasn’t Paths of Glory, either, and like I said earlier, I prefer my war movies more along the lines of Stanley Kubrick’s masterpiece rather than anything featuring John Wayne (there, I’ve said it – I don’t like John Wayne, whether he’s on a horse or sitting in a tank! He WAS pretty good on I Love Lucy, though…). If nothing else, this film produced the most popular tune ever whistled – that is, until the Andy Griffith Show commenced production few years later!…

1958 – Gigi: A musical set in turn of the century (the one before last, that is) France, starring the aging Maurice Chevalier singing about the praises of little girls – gee, how’d I ever let this one get past me? But I did. Maybe someday, but please – I’d advise no holding of the breath…

1959 – Ben-Hur: Full scale Biblical epics have never been this ol’ heathens cup of tea, and I honestly didn’t think I’d ever actually seen this until I sat down to write this. Now, dimly, I DO recall viewing a mid-sixties prime-time airing. Way cool chariot race, but otherwise…

1960 – The Apartment: Jack Lemmon, Shirley Maclaine, Fred MacMurray, all working under the direction of the great Billy Wilder – you’d figure me to absolutely LOVE this picture, wouldn’t you? Well, I don’t. It’s…okay, but still, to me, lesser Wilder. Of course, I only saw it a single time, via a tape rented from a girl named Alice. Maybe this is one film on the list I truly owe a second look…

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1961 – West Side Story: Remember how I said made it a point to always avoid musicals? Well, I did my best to duck this multi-feted video adaptation of the popular Broadway production for a long, long time – and that’s the way things may well’ve stayed if gal pal Lynn hadn’t dragged me along to see a re-release of one of her favorites back during our Buffalo days. Gang, that’s ALL it took – I absolutely LOVE this movie! LOVE! AND the music as well – I have me the original Broadway cast recording, the movie soundtrack, even an all-star CD that features (among others) Little Richard singing “I Feel Pretty”! I’ve seen the movie at least three times, most recently on the tube with daughter Julie, who also dug it, but as I’ve played the various CDs so often – and they always bring the story so vividly to mind – it seems like I’ve seen it far more times than that! And every time, every single time, I get all weepy at the end! Sniff. If I had to pick my single favorite film from this entire list, well, I’m not saying this would be it, but it sure would be among the finalists! And hey, if you DON’T dig West Side Story, what else is there to say, save “Krupe you!”

1962 – Lawrence of Arabia: Another David Lean epic blockbuster, and another movie that has eluded me over the years. I was nine when this hit the theaters, and my most vivid contemporaneous memory of the film was the issue of Mad magazine – one of the very first that I’d ever bought – featuring Norman Mingo’s painting of Alfred of Arabia on the cover!

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1963 – Tom Jones: Okay, now I’m ten years old, and people keep talking about this bawdy English film with the suggestive eating scene in it! How can eating be suggestive, I wondered? Well, even though I have seen that particular clip several times over the past few decades, I’ve never actually seen the film proper. And if you think avoiding Tom Jones has somehow improved my table manners, well, that’s not unusual, is it?…

1964 – My Fair Lady: Again, a musical I’ve long ducked. I should probably cut it some slack and check it out someday – which is more likely to happen than with Gigi, I’m thinking…

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1965 – The Sound of Music: Hey, I saw THIS one – and more than once! Fact is, the whole family hopped in the Chevy and drove on down to the Cinerama theater (even though it wasn’t actually filmed in Cinerama) to view this Julie Andrews star-making vehicle soon after it’s initial release – and yup, I even have the souvenir book to prove it! I was quite taken with it at the time – I used to spin around on my next door neighbors front lawn, croaking “The hills are alive with the sound of music!” until I got dizzy and fell down! But as the sixties rolled on, the film gained a reputation of being vastly uncool – and being the impressionable rebel that I was, I quickly bought into that perception. It wasn’t until, in an effort to move on up from a diet of non-stop Disney fare, we rented a copy of it and showed to young Julie back when she was 7 or 8. After which, it was all my long-suffering wife could do to keep me from warbling and twirling in the living room! (Julie liked it, too.) (Oh, and do look for a young Nicholas Hammond, TV’s first Spider-Man, among the older children. Sadly for Nick, few folks are ever likely to shout out, “Hey look – it’s Spider-Man!” when this film is revived…). It was a lot better than I remembered it to be, honestly…

1966 – A Man For All Seasons: This one’s all about ancient British history! My head hurts just thinking about it – even Gigi‘s got a better shot at grabbing my attention…

1967 – In the Heat of the Night: Hard to believe, but somehow, I’ve never actually seen this one. It hit the theaters about two years before me and my buddies got behind the wheels of a car, which severely restricted our access to new releases (I didn’t see another widely written about examination of race relations, Hollywood style, Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, until I caught most of the last two-thirds of that film on a hotel TV in the early eighties, by which time it just seemed…quaint. Not sure how Steiger and Poitier’s efforts would look forty years on, but I’ll admit, I’d be mildly curious to find out.)

1968 – Oliver!: The last gasp of the Hollywood musical, and from what I’ve heard, it was no My Fair Lady – or even a Gigi. Never seen, and odds are I never will, guv’nor!

1969 – Midnight Cowboy: Saw this a couple of times, though not right after it came out – it was originally X-rated, remember? And I was only 16 at the time. I probably caught a 1971 re-release, and then saw it again during my college stay in Buffalo. It certainly wasn’t the prurient movie I was expecting (did I mention the X-rating?), so as a thrill seeking teen, I was initially disappointed, but I was able to appreciate it far more upon my second viewing. Good acting all around, and a heart-breaking ending. 1970 – Patton: My buddies dragged me to this one (we finally had our licenses – yay!), but outside of the opening with George C. Scott pontificating in front of an enormous American flag, and then later when the general slaps the private’s face, there’s not much I recall about this film – save that aside for those two scenes, the whole things seemed like the sort of standard issue battle picture I strove to avoid. After going along with this, I think I talked my pals into taking in Robert Altman’s follow-up to MASH, Brewster McCloud – and lemme tell ya, I NEVER heard the end of that one! Bud Cort building a set of wings so as to fly in the upper reaches of the Houston Astrodome just didn’t seem to resonate with my friends. Philistines!…

1971 – The French Connection: The movie that put Poughkeepsie on the map – and now I live in the very next town over! Ain’t life crazy? It also put future Lex Luthor Gene Hackman on the map in his role of Popeye Doyle (Hey! ANOTHER comics reference!), one of the first big screen cops that didn’t always go by the book or look like Steve McQeen, but still clearly was the good guy. This film went over just fine with the gang, even though it’s probably no true cinematic classic. Still, that car chase sure was thrilling to see up on the big screen…

1972 – The Godfather: Another book brilliantly brought to the screen. Yeah, I realize it’s, um, a tad violent Rog, but there’s SO much else there to compensate for the liberal use of caro syrup (though that horse head in the bed scene remains the single most unsettling moment in the film). I’ve seen this one several times, once upon it’s original release, once up at college, and later on the small screen. The acting is first rate all around, with Al Pacino giving perhaps the most interesting performance as we see his character slowly but inexorably evolve over the course of the film. Epic in a good sense.

1973 – The Sting: Saw this when it came out. I remember it as being light fun (though clearly not as memorable as Paul Newman and Robert Redford’s earlier triumph, Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid), and the Scott Joplin soundtrack became so pervasively popular, the background music for my college tenure – at least a small portion of it – was ragtime! Who’da thot? Otherwise, I recall no other details, save for the fact when the sequel came out, the leads made themselves unavailable, so the studio hired Jackie Gleason and Mac Davis to headline The Sting Two instead! Sure – makes sense to me! Hard to tell those four apart when you get right down to it, eh?…

1974 – The Godfather Part II: Even without Mac and Jackie, THIS follow-up proved to be even better than the original! And to make up for Marlon Brando’s Godfather absence (he died – peacefully even – in the first film), Robert DeNiro ably filled in as the same character in flashbacks to Vito Corleone’s earlier days. I haven’t seen this one in a while, but I’ve long been meaning to watch the resequenced mash-up of the two films that’s known as The Godfather Saga (I’ve never seen the third, largely panned, chapter either, but I really should, if only just because…).

1975 – One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest: Lynn LOVED the Ken Kesey book this movie was based on, so we were pretty much right up at the front of the line when this one hit the theaters back in ’75. She wasn’t disappointed, and neither was I. Director Milos Forman and his cast – headed by Jack Nicholson, and featuring future Taxi castmates, Danny Devito and Christopher Lloyd – did an amazing job bringing the source material faithfully to life. Still, though, having read Kesey’s novel not long afterwards, I was always somewhat ambivalent about the ending. I’m not sure WHAT exactly I wanted to see (or read), but I felt vaguely unsatisfied by the way things wound up. Maybe that’s why, as good as this film is, I’ve never gone back to take another look…

1976 – Rocky: The little film that could. The big lug from The Lords of Flatbush and Deathrace 2000 (I didn’t always go see the BEST of movies back then, y’know) not only stars in this saga of an underdog boxer, but he WROTE it too! Wow! Talk about playing against type! An enjoyable, sentimental cornball popcorn movie, it was good enough to get me to fork out cash to see the sequel. The sequel, however, WASN’T good enough to wrest anymore money away from me for subsequent sequels (though the latest – some say the last, but we’ll see – episode looks genuinely intriguing) – I never spent any money on Rambo, either. But hats off to Stallone – Rocky‘s definitely carved out a place in pop culture history for Sly, and that’s no small achievement.

1977 – Annie Hall: Woody Allen’s best film? Probably. I loved it at the time, though I haven’t seen it since it came out (I instead kept going to each new Allen release for the next decade or so before finally giving up as the funny quotient continued to get smaller and smaller – though I DID see – and liked – Mighty Aphrodite). This one features my all-time favorite Allen gag: Christopher Walken is Diane Keaton’s demented brother, who, upon first meeting his sister’s new beau, describes to an unsettled Allen his fantasy of, one day while out driving, just randomly swerving head-on into traffic in the other lane! Given Walken’s line reading, that’s already creepy funny, but the real topper comes several minutes later, after Walken has been off-screen long enough for the audience to at momentarily forget him. We find out, in an off hand manner, that whoever was supposed to drive Allen and Keaton to the airport had to bail at the last moment, and before we can wonder who’s gonna take over the job, the scene cuts to a speechless, wide-eyed Allen sitting next to Walken, who’s manning the wheel, the windshield wipers going back and forth in the driving rain, Woody’s fear playing palpably – and hilariously – across his face! Y’know, I think of that scene every time I get into my car – hey, anybody out there need a ride?

1978 – The Deer Hunter: Okay, this one I really didn’t like all that much. Hey, I wasn’t the only one – at the nearly packed theater I saw this in, mid-way through the Viet Nam sequences, a fellow got up out of his seat, loudly proclaimed “It wasn’t like that at all!” and stormed out. If we had all been in a movie, the disgruntled vet would’ve opened fire on us, but happily, in real life, he was simply annoyed, not deranged. Too long for my tastes, and far too ambiguously arty as well. And Roger? I’ll gladly take five seconds of a severed horse’s head over the a grueling game of Russian roulette anytime! Man, that’s one sport that’s just plain awful tough to watch (and, in the context of Viet Nam, historically inaccurate to boot). I much preferred the Jane Fonda/Jon Voight returning vet drama, Coming Home, to this overrated bit of business (even though I’ll never, ever sign up for swimming lessons given by Bruce Dern, that I guarantee ya!…)

1979 – Kramer vs. Kramer: It’s Dustin Hoffman versus Meryl Streep for the custody of their young son – thankfully NOT played by Michael Richards – in this well-acted soap opera. I saw it on the big screen when it first came out, but don’t recall all that much about it except that I liked (not loved) it.

1980 – Ordinary People: Another soapy pic, only far more depressing than the previous year’s comparatively fun-filled custody battle. Still, I was happy to pay full price to sit in the dark and watch Mary Tyler Moore play an icy matriarch.

1981 – Chariots of Fire: Once, when we flying to a convention, headphones enabling one to listen to this, the movie that was being projected up front on the tiny silver screen, were being offered for a buck or two. Even though it had just won the big prize, I passed. Having heard the once inescapable Vangelis theme at least, oh, a hundred thousand times, give or take, I figured that about did it for me regarding this one .

1982 – Gandhi: This would seem to have a LOT going against it: it’s a sweeping epic biography, and it was viewed (via a rented video-tape) on the small screen a full half-dozen years after its release. Truth is, I found it very involving and surprisingly moving, with Ben Kingsley’s turn as the title character nothing short of unforgettable. As historical epics go, it’s high on MY list…

1983 – Terms of Endearment: Even without a Russian roulette contest, this rivals The Deer Hunter for the lowest position of all the films on this list that I’ve actually seen. I referred to a pair of films above as soap opera, as I would this one – save they were GOOD soap opera, and this one, well, not so good. A quarter of a century after leaving the theater, I don’t recall many of the story’s details, save for an overwhelming sense of annoyance at both Shirley Maclaine and Debra Winger. Y’know, I never understood the appeal of director Jim Brooks’s Broadcast News either, another vastly overpraised two hours of meandering plot. But he sure was good to Mary Richards (before she got all icy, natch…).

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1984 – Amadeus: I LOVE this movie! I wish I’d seen it on the big screen instead of on the tube (via Showtime). It’s funny, gaudy, dramatic, wonderfully acted – sort of like a Ken Russell flick that’s done right (though I DO love his Tommy…)! Who’da ever figured Tom Hulce, the kid from Animal House, to convincingly play a musical genius? Director Milos Forman, whose earlier film version of Hair was neither a popular nor a critical success (but is also much beloved by me after a single long ago viewing on Showtime), finally garnered some well-earned respect for this musically oriented quasi-biography. I’m betting daughter Julie would dig both these movies, as well as some of the others found on this list. Maybe we’ll watch Hair today, Gone With the Wind tomorrow?…

1985 – Out of Africa: Lynn and her mom went out to theater to see this one, but I opted to stay home. I’m not much of an outdoorsy guy, even when that means staying inside and merely WATCHING fresh air footage! I heard this was long, long, long, and that Robert Redford was pretending to be British, so no thanks. I don’t recall any real rave reviews when my wife got home, either. This one I’ll likely never see.

1986 – Platoon: The only thing that appeals to me less than a war film is a brutally realistic war film. I put the cap on my Viet Nam viewing with The Deer Hunter, and even though this HAD to’ve been a better film, I decided to steer clear. Even as big a Kubrick fan as I am, I’ve also avoided Full Metal Jacket. And Saving Private Ryan? All I had to do was read a review that declared the first twenty minutes of that particular movie to be nearly as harrowing as actually being in combat for me to ask the simple question, “And I would want to experience that WHY?…” So sorry, no Platoon for me – I’m much happier with my Sgt. Bilko and Gomer Pyle reruns!…

1987 – The Last Emperor: Reading descriptions of this sumptuously filmed tale of a three year old Chinese emperor, I can’t quite determine if I’d be dazzled by it – or totally bored? Seems like it could either way. If I ever get around to actually seeing it, I’ll be sure and let you know which way the pendulum swung…

1988 – Rain Man: This was one of those pre-baby video rentals Lynn and I watched in 1990, and probably my favorite of the three Dustin Hoffman starrers on this list (What? No Tootsie?..). Tom Cruise acquits himself quite nicely as well. Worth seeing at least once.

1989 – Driving Miss Daisy: Another entry in the “Waiting For Julie To Arrive” film festival, and this well-intentioned, stagy drama starring Morgan Freeman made for an interesting contrast to the Spike Lee “joints” we were renting during the same time period. Watching this not long after Do The Right Thing was a rather fascinating juxtaposition (and frankly, the latter film was the one that made the deeper impression…).
Then the baby arrived and the drought truly began. I’ve only seen ONE Best Picture winner since 1990 – and that was about six months ago – though several others are at our fingertips. And looking over this list at Wikipedia, I’ve determined that, out of the fifty nominated films up for the Oscar from 1980 through 1989 (and aren’t you way glad we’re NOT canvassing every single nominee? I sure am!…), I’ve seen exactly twenty-five. You don’t need to have Russell Crowe’s beautiful noggin to figure out that that’s fifty percent. However, of the eighty-five flicks in contention since 1990? Six (seven when we go see Little Miss Sunshine, which both Lynn and I want to see, and soon). Stay at home parents, that’s us. A quick look at the winners then during the littlest Hembeck’s lifetime…

1990 – Dances With Wolves: I prefer Kevin Costner when he’s playing baseball (Field of Dreams and Bull Durham are both favorites), but I’d probably be as likely to see Waterworld as I would this one…

1991 – The Silence of the Lambs: Oooo, scary – maybe TOO scary for me. But considering Julie recently talked me into watching Candyman, a film based on a Clive Barker (my first, Pinhead fans!), maybe, just maybe I could make it through this one as well. No snacking in front of the tube, though..

1992 – Unforgiven: Westerns don’t much appeal to me, pardner, so I reckon I’ll ride out into the sunset without ever giving this one a look see…

1993 – Schindler’s List – Okay, I really SHOULD see this one, it’s just that I find anything to do with the Holocaust to be a tremendous bummer – and it’s not like I need to be convinced it happened, y’know? Still, someday I’ll take a deep breath and screen this one. Haven’t set a date yet, though…

1994 – Forrest Gump: This one is not only the most recent movie on this list that I’ve actually seen, but it’s also the most recent movie on this list that I’ve actually seen, if you catch my drift – Julie’s friend Courtney suggested they rent it for a sleep-over last summer, and since it was week-long rental, Lynn and I checked out the tape a few days later. After watching it, I just couldn’t understand all the fuss – yes, it’s a good movie, but a great one? I really don’t think so. For one thing, it’s all over the place – it’s a comedy, it’s a tearjerker, it’s a docudrama, it’s a war movie, and the tone veers from being an ersatz episode of Gomer Pyle, USMC, to that of a doomed romance, and then back again! Tom Hanks is fine, but when it was all over, all I could think was, was THAT what people have been going nuts over for the last ten years? Nice soundtrack though…

1995 – Braveheart: There was a time when I would’ve named The Road Warrior among my very favorite movies of all time – I watched it over and over on Showtime – but I don’t think I’ve seen a Mel Gibson flick since that third, largely disappointing Mad Max entry hit the theaters. I have zippo interest in watching this one, and I assure you, the Jews had NOTHING whatsoever to do with my feeling that way (Lynn lets me watch whatever I want, bless her li’l heart….)!

1996 – The English Patient: I remember the clips of this that ran on the Oscar telecast as being really, really boring – and if THAT was the best they could do in trying to promote the flick to their coveted world-wide audience, well, I’m thinking even emptying bedpans might be preferable to sitting through the actual movie!

1997 – Titanic: We own a VHS copy of this film! Lynn went on a bit of an eBay buying splurge a couple years back, and she saw a copy of this for an extremely cheap price and quickly scarfed it up. The fact that we have yet to find the three plus hours in our not-really-all-that-busy schedules to actually watch it says something about both us AND the movie. Fact, I kinda forgot we had it until I went through this here list. I WOULD like to see it – preferably on the big screen, but that ship’s sailed, hasn’t it? Let me get back to you on this one as well, okay?…

1998 – Shakespeare in Love: Bard Lite! This looks like it could be fun – I’d be amenable to renting a DVD of it sometime. And after all, taking a peek at Gwyneth Paltrow’s thespian chops might not be such a bad idea – hopefully, this award winning actress can prove worthy of being the screen’s first Pepper Potts!

1999 – American Beauty: This is another one I was sorely tempted to go out and see, and only sloth – and some mixed reviews – kept me from the big screen. But it’s pretty high on my list for my next round of playing cinematic catch-up. Plus, here’s yet another example of an actor turning Oscar gold into funny book fame – Kevin Spacey IS Lex Luthor! Just like Award Winning Gene Hackman was before him!…

2000 – Gladiator: Nope. Not my cuppa.

2001 – A Beautiful Mind: I remember digging that great episode of Freaks and Geeks featuring a tense mathlete competition, but that’s about as far as I want to go with watching people do addition on either the big or little screens, sorry (unless of course Russell Crowe signs on as Happy Hogan to Gwyneth’s Pepper Potts – THEN I might reconsider…).

2002 – Chicago: A friend gave me his copy of Moulin Rouge awhile back (cuz I don’t think he liked it), but if this musical is half as enchanting as that one was (yeah, I dug it), I really owe it to myself to see it, don’t I? Consider it way up top the list…

2003 – The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. This bears some explaining. First off, I haven’t seen ANY of the three Rings movies. Second off, I have the extended 4 DVD box-sets of each in my possession (the ONLY films on this list that I own, though I ALMOST bought the double DVD of West Side Story when it came out last year). I’ve never read the source material, and I assure you I never will – that sort of fantasy has never appealed to me. The reason then that I have the three films is that wife Lynn DID read the trilogy (though a way long time ago now); the movies are supposed to be really, really good; and I waited for the extended versions to come out because I figured, if I’m gonna watch these, I might as well see EVERYTHING! While I knew I was losing something not seeing these on the big screen, by having all three chapters at my disposal concurrently, I wouldn’t have to wait a year in between entries – AND I could pause the DVD anytime I wanted to go tinkle and not miss a beat! However, daughter Julie saw parts of the second installment at a friends house one night, and decided then and there that she wanted nothing to do with our plans to watch them. That’s fine by me, but it also made me think twice about watching them with her around – when would we ever find three nights in a row when Julie would refrain from interrupting us for nearly four hours at a time? Can’t be done – trust me. But we’ve finally come up with a solution – if all goes as planned, Julie will be going off for a month long pre-college art course in another state this summer, and – ah ha! – THAT’S when I’ll finally learn if those cute little guys ever do find those rings! There’s only one sliver of controversy left, and maybe some of you folks out there can help me – Lynn wonders if we should perhaps just watch the versions as released to the theaters, figuring all the additional footage might drag down the pace of the films as intended, while I’M of the opinion, hey if I don’t watch all this extra stuff now, I ain’t NEVER gonna go back and sit through these cinematic endurance tests ever again! Opinions? (And please bear in mind, I prefer one that agree with me…)

2004 – Million Dollar Baby: More Clint Eastwood. A lady boxer. I hear there’s a surprise, bummer of an ending. Somehow, I’ve never stumbled upon the secret. Makes me a mite curious (don’t tell me – this ain’t an invitation to blab, people!), maybe even increasing the possibility I’ll see this one someday.

2005 – Crash: The Saturday after the Oscars last year, Lynn, Julie and I actually went out to see this, but the line at the multiplex was enormous, and Crash was already sold out for the evening, so we went home and watched a Three Stooges marathon instead! (No, not really – we DID head home, but I forget just exactly what we did after we got there…) Considering the mixed reviews this one got, I’ve been a bit ambivalent about whether I truly want to see it or not. Let’s give it a big solid “maybe” and be done with it, okay?…

2006 – The Departed: Y’know, I’m glad Scorsese FINALLY won the award, but the odds of me running out to see this (or rent it) aren’t very high. Funny thing, in a way – I saw Mean Streets, Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore (the only Scorsese film to spawn a sitcom!!), New York, New York, and The Last Waltz all on the big screen, while I caught Raging Bull and King of Comedy on cable (no, somehow I’ve never managed to see Taxi Driver). I enjoyed each of those movies to varying degrees – Lynn, too – but after awhile, I kinda just tired of gangsters killing each other in as bloody a manner as possible, all the while swearing up an effin’ storm. For me, a little of that goes a long, long way. So, if I ever do check out another of Marty’s flicks, it’d most likely be the seemingly more genteel The Aviator, or the (personally) overlooked Taxi Driver, not this most recent opus. But hey, good for him – he truly deserved the award WHATEVER the quality of this latest film!

And now I’m FINALLY done with going through the entire list (thanks for the idea Roger – I think…), and what have I learned? Well, that only a precious few of my very favorite movies were ever voted Best Picture of the year by members of the Motion Picture Academy. Why is that? Well, looking over the group of films above, you’d have to agree that a vast majority could be at least categorized as better than average, but I really believe the quality of the work is secondary. I think what the Academy folks are TRULY voting for are the films that’ll give them the most prestige. Seriousness trumps entertainment value, simply put. Oh, it’s nice if a film has both, but whichever film is going to make the motion picture industry look best in the eyes of the world, THAT’S the one that gets the lion’s share of the votes. Sometimes those movies endure, sometimes they don’t. But truth is, I’d happily swap Elf for most of ’em! (Not to mention Bean, but most folks would find THAT concept just out and out demented, so forget I mentioned it, okay?…)

But Roger? Do see From Here To Eternity when you get the chance, okay? Just please, outta respect, DON’T scream “Look – there’s Superman!” when George Reeves comes on the screen, okay? The poor guy’s been through enough of that already, y’know? It’s enough to make you play a game of Russian roulette – with bullets in all the chambers…

And the Oscar goes to – Hembeck.com for Best Website To Never Mention A Wayans Brothers Movie Like Little Man! (Until now – oops…)

-Copyright 2007 Fred Hembeck

Take Me Home Blog #21: Son of THE PODCAST

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Actor/Filmmaker Sam Jaeger takes the “Take Me Home Blog” into brand new territory by introducing the miracle of SOUND! Partake of the “Take Me Home Blog Podcast”… And maybe even hear Sam play guitar… Will there be no end to miracles?

EPISODE 2: The TAKE ME HOME podcast returns with discussion of the oft mentioned but rarely discussed film itself…

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-Sam Jaeger

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QSE News: 3/1/2007

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Here are today’s top entertainment headlines:

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  • Naomi Campbell apparently feels really bad for throwing a cell phone at her maid last year over a pair of missing pants. In Campbell’s defense, the missing pair of pants really went well with that red blouse.
  • Former Phish lead singer Trey Anastasio has pleaded not guilty to drug charges stemming from a December 15th run in with Ft. Edwards, NY police. Anastasio is confident of remaining a free man because, as he pointed out, “there are sooooo many drugs floating around in [his stomach], man, there ain’t no way the pigs can just isolate a single one.”
  • Everyone that attended Beyonce’s Valentine’s party should go see their doctor. Apparently, a member of Wolfgang Puck’s staff, the party responsible for catering the party, was recently diagnosed with Hepatitis A.  In similar news, those who attended Paris Hilton’s party may want to get checked for crabs.
  • The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences is threatening YouTube with legal action if clips from this year’s Oscars are not taken down.  YouTube is expected to comply with the Academy’s request and have sent a message to users telling them that they will need to buy the Ellen: Season 1 DVD to get their fill of Ellen Degeneres not being funny.
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Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 3/1/2007

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • A rare Jetson‘s TV spot from its one-season run on ABC… (Thingamabob)
  • There’s always room for a drunk squirrel… (Thingamabob)
  • And, just because I feel like it today, “Chilly Down”… (Thingamabob)

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February 28, 2007

QSE News: 2/28/2007

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Here are today’s top entertainment headlines:

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  • Despite the fact that she’s been hanging with Tom Cruise, Victoria Beckham will not be joining the church of Scientology. The former Posh spice reportedly said “There’s no way I’d spend any money on that nonsense” when asked about the church. We here at QSE news would like to congratulate Mrs. Beckham on her firm stance, but would also like to warn her that when the evil Xenu returns to Earth, Mrs. Beckham is totally screwed.
  • In a shocking revelation, Britney Spears’s first husband, (you remember… the guy she was married to for 55 hours?  Yeah, him.) says that Britney has a drug problem.  This comes as a shock to many as the pop star has yet to display any of the crazy or erratic behavior associated with a severe drug problem. However, if she ever does, you’ll hear it here first.
  • This just in… Britney Spears DOES have a substance abuse problem!  How about that.  And it appears that our Brit was not content in merely checking into one, chintzy room at Malibu’s Promises Rehab center.  On the contrary, Britney has rented out an entire wing of the facility because, according to one nurse, she “wanted a room for each and every voice in her head.”
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(Compiled by J. Allen)

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Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 2/28/2007

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • Ever seen the Marx Bros. in color? Or Harpo out of costume? Take a look at this rare piece of color film shot during the production of Animal Crackers… (Thingamabob)
  • Something tells me that this is light years better than what JJ Abrams will do with Star Trek… (Thingamabob)
  • How could we have missed the latest episode of Jordan, Jesse GO!… (Thingamabob)

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February 27, 2007

Toybox: 3D Posters – Nightmare on Elm Street

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When Mcfarlane Toys announced their 3D posters, I was not impressed. They’d already started doing 3D album covers, and these were small, overpriced, and underwhelming. On top of that, other companies had already forayed into the world of 3D posters, and the results had been fairly weak.

But with the release of their Jaws and Friday the 13th posters, my opinion changed. First, they were much larger than I expected, running around 8.5″ wide and 12 – 13″ tall. Second, they managed to capture the best elements of the original posters in unique ways, making them more visually appealing than the originals in some ways. And third, at twenty bucks and the larger size, they weren’t a bad deal.

Since those two, they’ve released several others, including the uber-cool Alien poster (it even lights up!) and the nice Rocky Horror ‘lips’ poster. I’ve been sticking with the horror related ones, and recently bought the Nightmare On Elm Street.

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While the original poster doesn’t have quite the visual impact of, say, Alien or RHPS, it is still a solid piece of poster art. In exectuting this one, Mcfarlane diverged a bit from the previous style. Does it still work? Let’s see…

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Packaging – **
The packaging on past posters hasn’t been terrible, but has always been fairly basic. That’s alright though, especially if you give the box a huge window and let the poster itself do most of the selling. Once again, that’s the case.

Unfortunately, this box fails in a critical test. The window is right against the blades of the fingers, especially the ‘twinkle’ that’s been sculpted and attached in plastic on the end of the index finger. This is almost center in the window as well, where the box provides the least amount of support. Any hits against the front of the window, even light ones or extended pressure, can damage the ‘twinkle’ or the blades. Pay attention to this when picking yours out to ensure there’s no damage.

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Sculpting – ***
Like previous 3D posters released by McToys, this one has excellent sculpte details. The finely textured hair, the sinewy fingers of the hand, the rotted flesh of Freddy’s nightmare face…all are done with a deft hand for small detail work. They’ve also managed to pull of the ‘3D’ work extremely well, sculpting in relief about 80% of the actual poster art. The only parts not sculpted are the top section above Freddy’s eyes, and the lowest section showing the small credits.

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The best thing about this poster is the way they handled the nifty star of light that glints off Freddy’s index finger. They did this in a translucent white plastic, and the look really works much better than I had anticipated.

The poster itself had one major failing – the dopey expression on Nancy’s face. I always assumed she was sleeping with her eyes open – very open – and that’s why it seemed so much like a mannequin, even in the original poster. That’s also true here, and even more obvious in three dimensions. The bizarrely wide eyes with lax expression make the expression very unnatural. Like I said, I’m assuming that’s because she’s really a asleep, and you can’t really fault this representation of the poster for it, because the poster itself was identical.

Another flaw that existed in the original but is much more noticeable here is the thumb. Again, it’s just a little stub, which is true in the original work. But when you pull it out from the page like this, it becomes all that much more obvious and odd looking.

But if those two areas were my only complaints, this sculpt would have easily gotten another half star. The reason it didn’t isn’t because of the quality of the sculpt, but rather the changes to the basic design. The previous posters were encased in ‘boxes’, with four sides, which gave them a) more depth and b) more of a poster feel. This one lacks the outside box, which also makes the poster itself much thinner than the previous ones. This means that to stand it on a desk or table, they had to include the little feet. While this new look isn’t terrible, I prefer the original shadowbox design.

Paint – ***
The paint work is fairly good across the entire poster, with some really excellent work on both sets of eyes. Mcfarlane exhibits they’re usual capabilities with the consistent skin tones and garish exposed flesh, and when they’re necessary, they have very clean cuts between colors.

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There is one glaringly odd looking spot, right above Freddy’s left eye, where it looks like the white of the eye is actually on the flat section of poster, although the entire eye is in 3D below. This odd spot should have been filled in with color, and it’s surprisingly noticeable in person.

My only other complaint is that some of the highlights in the hair are too light, clearly where too much paint was rubbed off. They were going for three levels of color – natural dark, slightly lighter streaks, and very light streaks. It was an admirable attempt, but the lightest streaks ended up looking like mistakes or damage rather than streaks.

There’s one other item worth mentioning, but I didn’t factor it into my score, because the jury is still out on whether I like it or not. There is one section of text on the poster that actually follows the flow of the sculpted poster, rather than laying flat. That would be the name of the director, Wes Craven. This text actually flows with the rippling bed sheets, and I’m not sure if I prefer that, or one of the other options. They could have sculpted a section inset into the covers to paint it on flat, or they could have raised the letters above the covers (like they did the movie name) so that while they were raised, they were still flat from left to right. Like I said, I’m not sure which I prefer, but I thought I’d point it out to you so you’ll never be able to look at the poster again and not see it.

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Accessories – *
Okay, so there aren’t really any accessories as we generally think of them, and there really shouldn’t be any. That means this category won’t mean much come Overall score time. But I did want to mention the small feet that come with the poster. These attach to the bottom so it can stand on a table or desk. It’s best to insert the front of these into the bottom of the poster first, then snap them into place toward the back. They work alright, although they’re a bit tough to get off once they’re on.

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Value – ***
At around $20, these are actually a pretty good price. These will look good even in high end home theaters, and yet are cheap enough for a dorm room budget. In the distant future, when we all have flying cars and I’ve finally remodeled my basement, I plan on hanging them on the wall myself.

Things to Watch Out For –
Not much. Be sure to inspect the hand in case of any damage on the peg, but other than that you should be riding high.

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Overall – ***
I’m not as enthralled with this poster as I am with the previous three I’ve picked up – Jaws, Alien and Friday the 13th. This is largely due to the change in style, which doesn’t do much for me. Interestingly enough, from early production photos it looks like upcoming releases (like Rocky and Robocop) go back to the shadowbox design.

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This is a line that I’ll be picking up hit and miss, selecting those posters that translate the best or fit a general theme. I suspect that will be true for most buyers, and if you’re a huge fan of these films, I suggest taking a close look at them. Several of these also fit in well as backdrops to various sixth scale figures, and adding this poster to your Sideshow Freddy and Furnace diorama will really spice it up.

Where to buy –
Your local comic shop may have these in, but online is your most consistent opportunity:

– Dark Figures has the Alien, Friday the 13th and Jaws posters available for $25 each. They haven’t listed the NOES one yet.

– Entertainment Earth has them listed in stock at $25 each, with preorders up for the next three in the series.

– for the U.K. readers, Forbidden Planet is sell them for about 20 pounds each.

– Clark Toys is always a good source for all things Mcfarlane, but don’t have this particular poster in. However, they have pre-order pricing up for a number of upcoming posters at just $18 each!

– Amazing Toyz and CornerStoreComics have this guy in stock for just $20, with some of the earlier posters on sale even cheaper!

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There’s my reviews of the Jaws and Friday the 13th posters from last year.

QSE News: 2/27/2007

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Here are today’s top entertainment headlines:

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  • The movie classic Gone With the Wind is set to become the next movie to receive the Broadway musical treatment.  It is rumored that producers are courting Hugh Jackman to play the role of Rhett Butler.  In order to please Jackman’s comic book reading fan base, producers are also inserting a scene where Rhett eviscerates Scarlett O’Hara with his Adamantium claws.
  • The Beastie Boys are hitting the festival circuit this year with the first stop at the Sasquatch Festival in Washington. The group will perform hits from its entire catalog and promise to stay true to its roots by shouting the last word of every line.
  • A friend has come forward in defense of disgraced American Idol contestant, Barba Antonella, saying that the lewd pictures that recently appeared on the internet are not of the “singer.”  American Idol judges were quick to respond to the news with Randy Jackson saying that it “was too damn bad, because whoever that is, has one smokin’ [EXPLETIVE DELETED],” Paula Abdul stated that “purple fluffiness sounds like glue” and Simon Cowell stated that the news was irrelevant because “he prefers the subjects of his naughty pictures to be men.”
  • It appears that director James Cameron just reserved a special place for himself in hell”¦ at least, as far as many Christians are concerned. Cameron’s upcoming movie, a documentary he filmed for the Discovery Channel, apparently refutes the notion that Christ’s body spent three days at the site of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem’s Old City.  “On the contrary,” claims Cameron, “few people know this, but Christ’s body was actually found in a sunken luxury liner, 5,000 ft beneath the ocean.”
  • Singer Bobby Brown is back in jail and will remain there until he pays over $19,000 in child support fees. Brown was arrested while watching his daughter’s cheerleading competition. The “Welcome Home Bobby” party at Norfolk County jail will be held this Thursday during lunch time.
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That’s all for today’s news, stay tuned to this channel for all the news that matters least but you still care about.

(Compiled by J. Allen)

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Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 2/27/2007

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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • Bill Bailey on foreign police sirens… (Thingamabob)
  • Rich Hall improvises an ode to the British Rover on Top Gear… (Thingamabob)
  • Preston’s wonderfully catty walkout on Nevermind the Buzzcocks… (Thingamabob)
  • A little slice of the 2006 edition of The Big Fat Quiz of The Year… (Thingamabob)

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February 26, 2007

QSE News: 2/26/2007

Filed under: Columns,News — UncaScroogeMcD @ 2:28 am
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Here are today’s top entertainment headlines:

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  • A former American Idol participant, Jennifer Hudson, won the best supporting actress Oscar for her role in Dreamgirls. With the win, American Idol has overtaken another media, film, and will soon begin an assault on coffee production.
  • In other awards news, Sharon Stone won the Razzie for Worst Actress of the year, for her role in Basic Instinct 2.  Stone’s vagina, which also appeared in the film, did not win an award.
  • Universal Pictures has announced that a third Fockers film will be made. This news makes official the widely held belief that Robert De Niro has completely given up on acting as an art form and is now just in it for the cash and the chicks.
  • Finally, and in continued Oscar news, Al Gore’s documentary film, An Inconvenient Truth, won the Oscar for Best Documentary. Despite Gore being announced the winner, George W. Bush accepted the award and promptly declared war on Bollywood.
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Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 2/26/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 2:06 am
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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • An early Chuck Jones directorial effort, Daffy Duck and the Dinosaur… (Thingamabob)
  • And finally, the opening to The Fall Guy… (Thingamabob)

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February 24, 2007

Game On! 2-24-2007: Where’s The Podcast?

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Ok, so due to some editing problems, the video podcast will be up NEXT weekend. This weekend, we’re bringing you just your typical normal written review. Plus, it’ll be a good weekend to begin the podcast with, right? New month, new format. Yeah, planned it JUST like that”¦

However, since most of the cool reviews are in the podcast”¦this week all I had left was one game”¦

RIDERS ON THE STORM

ghostrider1.jpgSo, as is typical with a movie’s release into theaters, there’s always the video game tie-in, made in the hopes that fans of the license will snatch it up in order to recreate or extend their movie going experience. This time out, it’s GHOST RIDER, out for PS2 and PSP, based on the film that’s based on a comic book. And just like the film, it’s only mildly entertaining with occasional parts of really bad.

Once again the developers see to it that they extend the experience of the game past what the film offers, and thanks to comic scribes Garth Ennis and Jimmy Palmiotti we get a tale set somewhat after the events of the film. Johnny Blaze, who becomes Ghost Rider whenever the blood of innocence is spilled, is tasked by Mephisto to stop Blackheart once again from trying to kick-start the apocalypse. What this means in terms of gameplay is that you’ll be bashing a lot of minor demons and other weird looking thugs in a manor reminiscent of GOD OF WAR. Only, you know”¦not as good.

GR uses his chains much like Kratos uses his”¦the whip and pummel baddies in a frenzy of flourish and combos. Sadly, GR doesn’t have quite as many combos at his disposal, and his attacks can become repetitious quickly. What’s more, as you attack, you build up a combo meter, much like the one found in DEVIL MAY CRY 3, used in order to unlock larger attacks and special moves like shotgun blasts and large scale blasts of power.

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While this sounds fine and dandy, the meter usually serves no real purpose unless you come up against a demon that has on a “shield” ““ one that can only be broken by reaching the right level in your combo meter. This is an especially lame way of extending gameplay, and usually as you’re building the meter to break the shield, you can be attacked from behind by another baddy and are forced to start all over again.

Then there’re the driving levels. Like a game of ROAD RASH but with little steering control, you whip down courses and attack whoever opposes you. Here, however, the baddies are much weaker than before, as you blast them out of your way on the course with your hellshot, or whip the mobile ones to the left and right of you with your chains. There are a few cool moments when you have to jump over or slide under things”¦but really, how cool can that continue to be after the first time you do it?

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Like the movie, the game has its moments, but overall, isn’t that great. It tries (unsuccessfully) to ape the styles of more popular games, but doesn’t quite reach the grace or fun of those titles. If you’re a fan of the character, there’s some joy to find in the unlockable extras, but the game itself will leave you wanting more, as many of the character’s better foes are ill represented here. For everyone else, it’s a day’s rental.

One Gamer’s Opinion:
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Next week is the premiere of the video podcast for “Game On!”, featuring reviews of Wii titles, a few DS games, and an interview with Bethesda Softworks about their upcoming PS3 version of OBLIVION and its PC and Xbox 360 expansion, SHIVERING ISLES. Tune in next time!

THE GAME ON! RATING SYSTEM

 

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Ratings From Greatest to Least:

Kick Ass, Right On, Okay, Eh, and Stinker (aka CRAPTACULAR)

Comics in Context #166: Megahero Vs. Megavillain

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cic2007-02-23-01.jpgWhen I left off last week I was going through Dr. Peter Coogan’s definition of the supervillain in his book Superhero: The Secret Origin of a Genre (MonkeyBrain Press, 2006), which should be a basic text for superhero genre studies, and discussing a major “supervillain” in contemporary pop culture whom he had left out: Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Even leaving aside the thousands of supervillains created for comic books, it’s inevitable that Coogan’s book couldn’t mention all the interesting candidates for supervillainy in high and pop culture.

For example, how about the Queen of the Night in Mozart’s 1791 opera The Magic Flute? Aren’t her showpiece arias, full of coloratura fireworks, the musical equivalent of what Coogan (and The Incredibles) calls the supervillain’s proclivity for monologuing? Iago’s “Credo” in Verdi’s Otello (1887), an operatic adaptation of Shakespeare’s play, is an even clearer example.

In his early German films director Fritz Lang pioneered the use of the “supervillain” in cinema through such characters as Dr. Mabuse (beginning with Dr. Mabuse der Spieler in 1922), the mad scientist Rotwang in Metropolis (1927), whose title was the source of the name of Superman’s home city, and the Bondian mastermind Haghi in Spione (Spies, 1928). All three characters were played by Rudolf Klein-Rogge, the movies’ first specialist in “supervillainy.”

There are even candidates for supervillain status in the world of animated comedy. Consider the Hooded Claw, the dual-identitied masked archvillain of Hanna-Barbera’s The Perils of Penelope Pitstop (1969-1971), who loves monologuing (in the unmistakable voice of Paul Lynde) about his latest insanely elaborate death trap for the title heroine. Another characteristic that Coogan attributes to supervillains is mania, and who better exemplifies it than a certain Warners Animation mouse who fanatically persists in his grandiose ambitions in spite of continual failures:

PINKY: What are we going to do tonight, Brain?

THE BRAIN: The same thing we do every night, Pinky: try to take over the world!

Dr. Coogan found three criteria for identifying a superhero: mission, power, and identity, and these are also three of his seven criteria for supervillains.

“Power is central to [the] definition of supervillain,” Coogan writes; “if a malign individual has only the strength, wit, and other resources available to normal human beings, they [sic] are mere villains. If the resources and abilities of the police are sufficient to counter a villain’s schemes, he is just a bad guy. But if a villain transcends those abilities and holds mastery of so many resources that even major world government are working against the odds when they try to stop him, then he is a supervillain, particularly if those resources are matched to a vision that goes beyond mere avarice–if they [sic] have an ego-soaked or ego-driven mania or vision, some great project to accomplish, especially if this project is socially transformative but will have to be forced upon an unwilling populace and especially if it involves mass murder or massive numbers of deaths, or if the project can be viewed–in a sick and twisted way–as art. Therefore, mission and power as the two important defining elements of supervillainy” (Superhero, pgs. 95-96).

There are some major problems with this thesis. First, there are many, many characters who are unquestionably supervillains, but whose goals go no further than robbing banks and killing the superheroes who keep foiling their schemes. Think of the Penguin, the Riddler, Two-Face, the Vulture, Captain Cold, the Mirror Master, and Captain Boomerang, among so many others.

Second, there are many supervillans, such as Doctor Doom, that even “major world governments” would have trouble stopping. Jim Starlin’s Thanos succeeded in wiping out half the population of the universe in The Infinity Gauntlet (1990). If Jack Kirby’s Darkseid got hold of the anti-life equation, he could enslave the entire population of the universe. But if the United States government sent the entire might of its armed forces to capture the Riddler or the Vulture, those criminals wouldn’t have a chance. But, as noted, the Riddler and Vulture operate on a smaller scale than Doctor Doom or Thanos: the former two are basically costumed thieves. But they are supervillains because their wiliness and skills enable them to defy the legal authorities who likewise operate on this smaller scale: the city police. It takes superheroes–Batman and Spider-Man–to capture the Riddler and the Vulture. Once again, context counts.

But even if “the resources and abilities of the police” prove to be insufficient “to counter a villain’s schemes,” that still doesn’t necessarily make him a supervillain. Isn’t a premise of a typical Sherlock Holmes story that the police, represented by Inspector Lestrade, are too unimaginative to solve the crime, and that only Holmes has the genius to find and capture the culprit? In fact, isn’t it a common theme of the mystery genre that the principal villain is too smart for the police, and that only Hercule Poirot, Philip Marlowe, or whoever the detective hero is, can outwit him? Lieutenant Columbo is a member of the police force, but he is invariably the only policeman who notices the telltale clues and identifies the true murderer.

Moreover, in the television series 24, even though our “major world government” has an efficient, highly capable Counter-Terrorist Unit, the show creates the impression that only one man, Jack Bauer, can stop the terrorist masterminds. Are these masterminds, even when they tote around suitcase nukes, supervillains? Or are they simply more ordinary villains who have managed to procure weapons of mass destruction? The main villains on 24 lack the outsized personalities that more likely candidates for the role of supervillain, such as Dr. Lecter and Captain Nemo, possess.

Speaking of these two, they fit the “power” requirement, too. Captain Nemo poses a threat to the world’s navies with his Nautilus. Dr. Lecter’s extraordinary intelligence enables him to outwit most lawmen, with rare exceptions such as Will Graham, the hero of Red Dragon, and Clarice Starling, the heroine of Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal. (Significantly, Graham is an F. B. I. profiler, who attempts to capture serial killers by thinking as they do, and Starling in Silence is studying profiling.)

Coogan’s final criterion for supervillainy is identity. But, Coogan states, “in the reverse of the superhero[‘s case], identity is the weakest element of the definition of the supervillain and is not necessary but typical. It is a necessary aspect of inverted-superhero supervillains since they wear costumes and have codenames.” For example, Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot is the Penguin. However, “Unlike superheroes, they often do not maintain secret identities. . . .They often give up their normal lives, deciding to live purely within the super-world. They have abandoned the things that tie them to mundane existence and cut themselves off from normal life. Just as the secret identity helps the superhero retain ties to the larger society he protects, so does the villain”˜s abandonment of the ordinary identity magnify his selfishness and disconnect from the larger society he attacks” (p. 96).

“Captain Nemo” is an assumed name: Nemo has abandoned his true identity, which, we learn in Jules Verne’s Mysterious Island (1874), is Prince Dakkar, the son of an Indian rajah. He has indeed “cut” himself “off from normal life” and severed his “ties to the larger society.” The Disney Leagues movie makes evident his contempt for his visitors from the surface world, except for Professor Aronnax, whom he regards as intellectually capable of understanding and appreciating him.

Dr. Lecter does not have a codename, but he is given a nickname, “Hannibal the Cannibal.” Lecter does not willingly abandon society: he is extracted from it and incarcerated when his crimes are exposed. Hence in the first two novels in which he appears, Red Dragon and The Silence of the Lambs, Lecter is a prisoner. After escaping in Silence, Lecter has adopted a dual identity in the next novel, Hannibal, and has reintegrated himself into civilized society as art historian Dr. Fell. But again, he is exposed and forced to abandon his role in society. But in that novel’s ending (which is very different from the film adaptation’s), he has apparently reestablished himself in society in Buenos Aires, presumably under yet another assumed identity.

Nevertheless, the salient point is that all three books primarily present Dr. Lecter as an outsider. Indeed, as a prisoner, Lecter abandons the social graces he must have possessed as a member of society and adopts a monstrous persona to terrify and intimidate most members of “the larger society” who deal with him.

The Joker has separated himself from “the larger society” of which he was once a part, as the possible origin that Alan Moore gave him in Batman: The Killing Joke (1988) shows. It’s a mistake to attempt to give the Joker a “real name,” as Tim Burton’s Batman movie (1989) did, since the lack of a “civilian identity” distances the Joker even further from “the larger society” that he attacks.

In Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons’ Watchmen (1986-1987), Ozymandias purports to be a superhero, seeking to save the world, yet his actions cast him in the role of supervillain. Towards the end of the series, Ozymandias literally separates himself from society by retreating to his Antarctic base, Karnak. (This base is obviously partly inspired by Superman and Doc Savage’s arctic Fortresses of Solitude, but neither Superman nor Savage stay full time at their bases, whereas in Watchmen, once Ozymandias goes there, significantly we never see him leave.)

Nowadays, the notion of giving a superhero a secret, “civilian” identity has fallen out of fashion with various comics editors and writers. Note that Coogan emphasizes the importance of the secret identity in helping him “retain ties to the larger society he protects”; indeed, the “civilian identity” keeps the superhero in touch with his own humanity. This is why Superman must continue his alternate life as Clark Kent. It is the supervillain who typically cuts himself off from “the larger society.” So, when Marvel has Spider-Man publicly reveal his Peter Parker identity in Civil War, and live with his wife and aunt at Avengers headquarters, it should be clear that the company is moving its flagship character in the wrong direction.

Coogan contends that the supervillain can be found in genres other than the superhero genre, and that the supervillain even predates the creation of the first superhero, Superman. It’s true that there are many examples of larger-than-life, even fantastical villains, whom Coogan would class as supervillains, pitted against heroes who, however extraordinary, do not qualify as superheroes. Thus Sir Denis Nayland Smith, who is not a superhero, is the nemesis of the great supervillain Dr. Fu Manchu.

In the classic British television series The Avengers (see “Comics in Context” #52-53), John Steed and Mrs. Emma Peel, who are secret agents, not superheroes, sometimes contended against super-powerful adversaries, such as the Cybernaut robots (whose creator, Dr. Clement Armstrong, was clearly a Mad Scientist), and the Positive Negative Man, who fired lethal electrical discharges from his finger, rather like Spider-Man’s enemy Electro. In one episode, “The Winged Avenger” (1967), the title character is an actual costumed supervillain, a cartoonist impersonating his own fictional superhero, whose weapons are his razor-sharp claws, which also allow him to scale walls. (And this is seven years before the creation of Wolverine!)

In The X-Files F. B. I. agents Mulder and Scully, who fit the detective archetype, regularly combatted supervillains. Many of the latter had actual super-powers, such as the shapeshifting, nearly invulnerable alien Bounty Hunter.

The show’s archvillain is known by a codename: the Cigarette-Smoking Man. The significance of that name is made clear by another alias he is sometimes given: Cancer Man. Cigarettes cause cancer, which is a cause of death, marking the CSM as a figure of death. His real name, like the Joker’s, is a mystery. (The series eventually gave him the name “C. G. B. Spender” but suggests this is one alias among many others.). Though the CSM is a high government official, in his personal life he lives alone, cut off from “the larger society.” Indeed, his covert operations likewise isolate him from society at large. He has no super-powers, but he commands vast resources in the U. S. government and armed forces (making him an Enemy Commander), as well as advanced technology. The CSM also shares the supervillainous trait of returning time and again from apparent death. He has a sense of mission, and justifies his crimes by claiming they are for the ultimate goal of staving off an impending alien invasion. The CSM even has a few psychological “wounds.” He was estranged from his lover, Mulder’s mother (and by the end of the series it was evident that the CSM was Mulder’s real father). If the episode “Musings of a Cigarette-Smoking Man” (1996) is to be believed, he is a failed writer of fiction, a particularly unusual sort of “wound.”

If James West, the hero of the television series The Wild Wild West (1965-1969) was conceived by his creator Michael Garrison as “James Bond on horseback,” then his archnemesis, Dr. Miguelito Loveless, was the show’s version of a Bondian supervillain. Set in the 1870s, The Wild Wild West was a fusion of the Western with the Bondian superspy genre with science fiction.

Coogan lists five categories of supervillain, and Dr. Loveless fits three. Primarily, he is a Mad Scientist, a genius who invented radio and television a century early, as shown in his debut episode, “The Night the Wizard Shook the Earth” (1965), whose title perceptively links the Mad Scientist with the evil sorcerers of earlier literature. In the series’ second season, Loveless proved able to create scientific marvels that lay beyond the reach of even early 21st century science. For example, in “The Night of the Surreal McCoy” (1967), he opens portals into pocket alternate realities through paintings. (Hey, that’s like Bert’s sidewalk painting in Mary Poppins! See “Comics in Context” #158.) Dr. Loveless is also a Criminal Mastermind, and in another episode, “The Night of the Bogus Bandits” (1967), he leads a private army, making him an Enemy Commander. (In that episode he even wears a military-style uniform.)

Dr. Loveless is fond of monologuing. In fact, there’s an amusing sequence in “The Night of the Raven” (1966) in which West and his fellow agent Artemus Gordon feign lack of interest in Loveless’s latest scheme in order to provoke him into delivering a monologue, telling them all about it, demanding their recognition of his achievement. (These last three episodes will be released on DVD on March 20 in The Wild Wild West Vol. 2.)

Loveless has a strong sense of mission. He commits his terrorist attacks on the California state government (in his debut episode) as part of his plan to take over the southern part of the state and transform it into a utopia for children. Later, in “The Night of the Murderous Spring” (1966), Loveless has extended the scope of his mission to the entire planet: he intends to wipe out the human race in order to return the planet to a pristine natural state.

Like other supervillains, Dr. Loveless sees himself as an artist, and, indeed, a high point of his appearances comes when he performs a song. He has a sense of theatricality: he deceives West by impersonating his own supposed uncle in “The Night Dr. Loveless Died” (1967) and heads his own circus in “The Night of Miguelito’s Revenge” (1968). (Of course, supercriminals typically devise elaborate schemes of revenge against their heroic nemeses rather than, say, simply shooting them dead. Such convoluted plots are the expressions of the villains’ sinister creative imaginations, and hence, their equivalent of works of art.)

Loveless also has very strong “wounds.” He claims to be the rightful owner of Southern California, and that the U. S. government has usurped it. More importantly, he is a dwarf, whose condition causes him continual pain, and he sees himself not only as a target of prejudice but as the victim of a cruel universe.

Loveless’s sense of humor and joy in manipulating West also mark him as a trickster. Many supervillains, such as the Joker, are malevolent tricksters, while various superheroes, such as Spider-Man, with his snappy patter, act as tricksters against their adversaries. If Coogan’s Superhero ever has a sequel, it would behoove him to explore this subject. (I’ve written extensively about the trickster archetype in my analysis of Neil Gaiman’s novel Anansi Boys in “Comics in Context” #105-108.)

And then there’s Count Petofi in the 1897 sequence of Dark Shadows (originally telecast in 1969; see “Comics in Context” #11), who not only has tremendous magical powers (making him an Evil Sorcerer, the counterpart of the Mad Scientist), but has a “wound” that is both physical and psychological: he hates and fears the gypsies for severing his hand. Petofi too regards himself as an artist, and was repeatedly shown happily studying musical scores while silently “conducting” them with his hand. More to the point, his master scheme involved his commissioning of a painting–a portrait of Quentin Collins–which he endowed with magical powers. (Later, Petofi considered the idea of using paintings to magically create an army, thereby making him an Enemy Commander.) Petofi is also an actor, playing the false identity of British aristocrat Victor Fenn-Gibbon when he first appears on the series, and later (thanks to switching bodies) impersonating Quentin Collins.

In writing about the supervillain as Criminal Mastermind, Coogan describes Sherlock Holmes’s archfoe Professor Moriarty, whom Arthur Conan Doyle introduced in “The Final Problem” (1893).

Notice the methods that Doyle utilizes to present Moriarty as figuratively more than human, larger than life. The Batman is figuratively superhuman in that he presents himself as if he were a bat in human form: a “bat man.” Likewise Professor Moriarty is metaphorically an animal in human form. In “The Final Problem” Sherlock Holmes tells Dr. Watson that Moriarty “sits motionless, like a spider in the centre of its web,” controlling his criminal empire. In falling down the Reichenbach Falls, Moriarty “clawed the air with both his hands,” according to Holmes in “The Adventure of the Empty House” (1903), as if Moriarty had claws like a bird or beast of some sort. Describing his first meeting with Moriarty in “The Final Problem,” Holmes tells Watson “his face protrudes forward and is forever slowly oscillating from side to side in a curiously reptilian fashion.”

So Moriarty is also metaphorically a reptile, like a serpent, a traditional symbol of Satan. That would make sense, since Holmes calls Moriarty “the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city,” as if he were indeed Satan. Holmes also states that Moriarty “had hereditary tendencies of the most diabolical kind.” Holmes does not mean that Moriarty is literally a demon, but through his choice of words, Conan Doyle plants that metaphor in the readers’ minds.

Doyle, through Holmes, goes even further, describing Moriarty as if he were not truly human, but some force of pure evil. Holmes tells Watson that “For years past I have continually been conscious of some power behind the malefactor, some deep organizing power which forever stands in the way of the law, and throws its shield over the wrong-doer. Again and again in cases of the most varying sorts — forgery cases, robberies, murders — I have felt the presence of this force, “ Eventually Holmes discovered that this unseen “power,” this “force,” was Moriarty, working through his many criminal agents. “But the central power which uses the agent is never caught — never so much as suspected.”

But the conceptual heart of Professor Moriarty lies in this statement by Holmes in “The Final Problem”: “You know my powers, my dear Watson, and yet at the end of three months I was forced to confess that I had at last met an antagonist who was my intellectual equal.” Moriarty is Holmes’s equal; he is Holmes’ evil opposite; he is symbolically Holmes’s evil twin. Years ago I even saw a play in London, The Secret of Sherlock Holmes (1988), by Jeremy Paul, which postulated (Spoiler Alert! Skip to the next paragraph!) that Moriarty was Holmes, who suffered from multiple personality disorder.

So Holmes and Moriarty are equals but opposites. How, then, can Moriarty be a “supervillain” when Holmes, by Coogan’s definition, is not a “superhero”?

Or what about the Master, the archvillain of Doctor Who? He fits Coogan’s definition of supervillain, and, indeed, I wrote the Master’s entry for Visible Ink’s The Supervillain Book. The Doctor has certain superpowers, notably his ability to “regenerate” his body when he is on the brink of death (that is, when a new actor takes over the role). But Coogan would surely define the Doctor as a science fiction hero, not a “superhero” (one word). Yet the point of the Master is that he and the Doctor are both Time Lords, possessing the same abilities. The Master is the Doctor’s equal and opposite. But the Master is a “supervillain,” according to Coogan, who might classify the Doctor as a “super hero” (two words), his term for heroes with “extraordinary abilities” who do not qualify as heroes of the superhero genre.

But as I wrote in last week’s column, I believe that it’s confusing to have to distinguish between “super hero” (two words) and “superhero” (one word), when they sound alike in spoken conversation. Besides, most people will assume the terms mean the same thing (as Marvel and DC do).

Moreover, in his book Coogan establishes that the superhero is the protagonist of the superhero genre. That logically suggests that the supervillain should be defined as the principal kind of antagonist in the superhero genre. (Obviously, superheroes fight other sorts of villains as well: Batman and Spider-Man regularly combat ordinary muggers and bank robbers.) I believe it will lead to confusion to categorize characters outside the superhero genre as supervillains.

Coogan precisely defies the superhero, and explains why characters like the Phantom, the Shadow, Buffy, Luke Skywalker and others don’t fit his definition. By doing so, Coogan enables us to comprehend more clearly what sets the superhero apart from other kinds of adventure heroes.

I believe that by including in the supervillain category characters as far removed from the superhero genre as Beowulf‘s Grendel and the Satan of Milton’s Paradise Lost, Coogan may be making the same error as those who would include, say, Beowulf himself under the heading of superheroes.

Coogan correctly perceives traits that are common to the sort of villains that he designates as “supervillains,” whether or not they operate in the superhero genre. But couldn’t he just as easily have found characteristics that link the “super heroes” (two words) of different genres? For example, don’t Spider-Man, Buffy, Luke Skywalker, and Harry Potter have many things in common. (For one thing, they’re all effectively orphans, though Buffy loses her mother in the course of her series, and her father not through his death but through his neglect of her.)

Coogan makes reference to the work of the late literary critic Northrup Frye, the author of Anatomy of Criticism (1957), who wrote about he called the “mode” of “romance,” by which he meant stories of extraordinary adventure. According to Frye the hero of romance is “superior in degree to other men and to his environment” and “moves in a world in which the ordinary laws of nature are slightly suspended.” Coogan states that his “super heroes” (two words) fit Frye’s description of the heroes of romance; superheroes (one word) would, as well. I have coined the term “megaheroes” to refer to such heroes of romance, of which the “superheroes” (one word) of the superhero genre constitute a subset.

Though Frye (as far as I know) did not address this subject, the romance mode would also include the villain of romance who is “superior in degree to other men and to his environment” and “move in a world in which the ordinary laws of nature are slightly suspended.” I believe that such a larger-than-life villain can also appear outside the romance mode. Iago, for example, is a character in a Shakespearean tragedy; Hannibal Lecter first appeared in what seemed to be realistic “low mimetic” crime thrillers. However, the presence of such extraordinary villains indicates that Othello and The Silence of the Lambs actually contain elements of romance, as Frye used the word. Coogan refers to these villains of romance as “supervillains.”

I propose that the villain of romance should be called the “megavillain.” The supervillain would then be defined as the principal kind of antagonist in the superhero genre. Hence, supervillains constitute a subset of the category of megavillains. Beowulf‘s Grendel, Shakespeare’s Richard III and Iago, Milton’s Satan, the Queen of the Night, Professor Moriarty, Dracula, Dr. Fu Manchu, Goldfinger, Dr. Loveless, Dr. Lecter, Dr. Mabuse, Darth Vader, Lord Voldemort, the Cigarette-Smoking Man, the Hooded Claw, Magica de Spell (from Uncle Scrooge), Maleficent (from Disney’s Sleeping Beauty), the Master (from Doctor Who), and the Brain (from Pinky and the Brain) are all megavillains. Doctor Doom and the Joker are megavillains who are also supervillains, since they operate in the superhero genre. And the Winged Avenger is a Displaced Supervillain, who finds himself transplanted into another genre.

Of the five types of “supervillains” that he identifies, Coogan asserts that only the “Inverted-Superhero Supervillain” (basically, the costumed supervillain), is specific to the superhero genre. Coogan also writes about the “gravitational pull” of a genre, and I find it instructive to study the “gravitational pull” of the superhero genre on the comics villains whom he lists as examples of the other four types of “supervillains.”

As an example of the Monster, Coogan names the Lizard from Spider-Man. Yet the Lizard should also qualify as an “Inverted-Superhero Supervillain.” He has a dual identity, like his nemesis Spider-Man, but whereas Peter Parker merely dons a costume to become a metaphorical “spider man,” Dr. Curt Connors literally transforms into a reptile to become the Lizard.

“In superhero comics,” Coogan writes, “the two foremost enemy commanders are Dr. Doom and the Red Skull” (p. 66).

Doctor Doom, of course, wears a full costume, including an armored battlesuit that endows him with superhuman abilities. The subtext of his relationship with his principal nemesis, Reed Richards, is that Doom is Reed’s equal (or near-equal) and opposite: he is like Reed gone wrong, an extraordinary genius who seeks to dominate humanity.

As he was originally portrayed, as a terrorist with a death’s-head mask, the Red Skull could easily have been a villain out of the pulps. But notice that when Stan Lee and Jack Kirby first brought the Red Skull from the 1940s into the modern age of superheroes, they considerably upgraded his power and ambitions. In possession of the virtually unlimited power of the Cosmic Cube, the Red Skull was no longer Hitler’s underling, but dreamed of conquering the world and even the universe (see Tales of Suspense #79-81, 1966). In the hands of certain gifted writers, the depiction of the Red Skull shifted to that of an “inverted” version of his superhero nemesis, Captain America. Indeed, Roger Stern established that the American government devised the costumed persona of Captain America as a response to the Red Skull, Nazi Germany’s iconic figure of terror (Captain America #255, March 1981). Mark Gruenwald literalized this analogy, by establishing that the Red Skull’s consciousness had been transferred into a body cloned from Captain America: he was literally his evil twin (Captain America #350, February 1989)!

As for the Criminal Mastermind, look at the history of such characters in Spider-Man. The BIg Man and the Crime-Master wore masks concealing their faces and had codenames and secret identities. Built like a sumo wrestler, the Kingpin is strong enough to stand up to the super-powered Spider-Man in combat, and wields advanced weaponry (the disintegrator gun in his cane). Silvermane started out as an elderly gangster and was converted into a superhuman cyborg. And the Green Goblin is unquestionably a costumed “inverted-superhero” supervillain.

The category of the Mad Scientist presents more difficulty. A definition of the superhero as a hero with super-powers cannot work because it excludes Batman, the second most important protagonist of the superhero genre. Similarly, any definition of the supervillain must include Lex Luthor, who has no super-powers, codename, dual identity, or (usually) distinctive costume.

Significantly, the most prominent non-costumed mad scientists in the superhero genre–bald men, sometimes with thick glasses, most of them in lab coats–come from the earliest days of superhero comics: the Ultra-Humanite and Lex Luthor in Superman, Dr. Sivana in Captain Marvel, and Professor Hugo Strange in Batman. It shouldn’t be surprising that in these early years, in which the superhero was a brand new creation, that superhero comics were still using the pulp-style Mad Scientist as a principal villain. Significantly, with the debut of comics’ first costumed supervillain, the Joker, in Batman #1 (1940), he immediately supplanted Professor Strange as Batman’s leading villain.

As the superhero genre evolved, the new Mad Scientists who were created in the genre usually became inverted-superhero supervillains as well. Doctor Doom is an evil scientific genius like Lex Luthor, but Stan Lee and Jack Kirby presented him in full costume from the beginning. (Note that in his 1986 Squadron Supreme series, Mark Gruenwald took Emil Burbank, the Squadron’s Luthor counterpart, and converted him into the armored Master Menace, a variation on Doctor Doom.) Another Marvel villain, the Wizard, started out as a plainclothes Mad Scientist, but eventually adopted a costume, a more elaborate codename {“Wingless Wizard”), and a specialty super-power (his antigravity discs). Gardner Fox’s Justice League villains Professor Amos Fortune and Doctor Destiny likewise began as plainclothes Mad Scientists and ended up in costumes. When Steve Englehart revived Professor Hugo Strange in the 1970s, he turned him into a metaphorical shapeshifter, who masqueraded as Bruce Wayne and, memorably, as Batman in costume (see “Comics in Context” #84). Even in the Golden Age, Dr. Sivana and his two nasty kids, Sivana Jr. and Georgia, were presented as the “Sivana Family,” an inverted, evil counterpart to the superheroic Marvel Family. The Ultra-Humanite became a kind of shapeshifter in the Golden Age by transplanting his brain into a woman’s body, and in the 1970s became a true superhuman, in the body of an ape.

Lex Luthor has consistently remained one of the foremost villains of the superhero genre since his introduction. The gravitational pull of the genre has affected him, too: In the “Powerstone” storyline in the 1940s Luthor temporarily acquired superhuman strength, and there have been periods over the decades in which Luthor has been depicted in costume (as in the Justice League Unlimited animated series). But typically he lacks costume, codename, dual identity, and super-powers.

Ultimately, there are two reasons that make Luthor, Sivana, and Professor Strange not just megavillains but true supervillains.

First, they control resources, primarily those of advanced science, that enable them to rival or even surpass the power of their superhero adversaries. (As seen in Matt Wagner’s recent reworking of the original Hugo Strange stories, Batman and The Monster Men, Professor Strange’s foremost achievement was the transformation of ordinary people into super-strong giants.)

Second, Luthor, Sivana, and Strange focus their criminal efforts on battling their respective superhero nemeses. Coogan argued that Shang-Chi became a superhero when he swerved as a member of a superhero team. I contend that this “gravitational” effect works with Luthor, Sivana, and Strange as well. All three could be villains in pulp novels outside the superhero genre. But their exclusive, longrunning connection to the superhero opponents establishes them as supervillains.

I have much more to say about Peter Coogan’s Superhero book, but other topics await. Be assured that I will be referring to the book often in future columns. It should become a basic text for study of the superhero genre, and you should all go get yourselves copies. Then perhaps all of us who write about superheroes will share a common definition of just what a superhero is.

Or maybe not. Denny O’Neil wrote a highly appreciative introduction to Coogan’s book. But in his new blog at ComicMix, O’Neil referred to “all superheroes, from Gilgamesh on”. No! Denny, please go back and reread Peter Coogan’s Chapter 5!

ADVERTISEMENTS FOR MYSELF
This very weekend, from Friday, February 23 through Sunday the 25th, I am appearing at the second New York Comic Con at Manhattan’s Javits Center. I am doing signings of the Marvel Encyclopedia and The Ultimate Guide to the X-Men at the DK Publishing booth on Saturday from 2 to 3 PM and on Sunday from 11 AM t 12:30 PM.

Most importantly, “Stan Lee: A Retrospective” is now open at the Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art (www.moccany.org) in Manhattan. Museum president Ken Wong and I jointly curated the show, which features original comics artwork from the 1960s and rare collectibles, and which will run through July 3. Next week I hope to tell you about our opening night reception, featuring a visit from Stan the Man himself!

–Copyright 2007 Peter Sanderson

February 23, 2007

Scrubs Blog: My Last Kiss and Fall

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Trailer Park: Luc Besson Still Directs? For Reals?

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By Christopher Stipp

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One of the things I like about the Internet is that I am able to reach people who I would otherwise never get to talk to or meet. Discussing movies, in my physical space, limits me to a very focused number of individuals who already share my taste in film. Those who don’t share my opinion, and this one goes out to my sister and my brother-in-law who abhorred BRING IT ON when I mentioned it would make a great rental, and who can now suck-it because I still know I’m right, regardless of their dry white toast taste in movies, are rare. Discourse with regard to movies is hard to come by unless you’re a webmaster for a blog and even then you’re doomed to an existence of shouting into a hole where other voices are clamoring to find out why Britney Spears has left yet another rehab facility. Having a voice is only as good as those hearing it.

That’s why I love to run Viewer Mail.

Every person has a story and for every opinion I have I like it when someone wants to mix it up. However, one of the biggest pitfalls I see on other sites where those with differing ideas are treated with a bit of amusement and ridicule. I understand that not everyone with a web page went to school and missed the lesson about rhetorical strategies and that the most important part of learning is listening. Like the site implies, Quick Stop, I am open for business and if you don’t see something here to your liking write in and let me know about it. It’s nice to get schooled every once in a while and that brings us up to the following piece of e-mail I received. Have an opinion, people, and sack-up when the mood strikes. So, if you have a thought, disagreement, JOB OFFER (I work fairly cheap) let me know. atr0018@unt.edu wrote in and had this to say:

I would like to comment on one of your Trailer Park articles, particularly the review of the trailer for Superman Returns in the “top trailers of 2006.” I understand that people travel in different circles and therefore hear different opinions but, I must say you seem to have exaggerated the reaction to this film in your article. I hate to see a movie’s reputation become clouded just b/c of a few internet bloggers blowing this or that out of proportion and misinterpreting a supposed “consensus” in the media. You really sure you read that many “piss poor reviews?” I dont know what you’ve read but over at RottenTomatoes Returns has a 76% tomatometer. Not too shabby if you ask me. Not only that but the film, while not a uber-blockbuster as expected, had decent legs at the boxoffice (similar to Batman Begins, a film that you probably would have referred to as a big hit b/c that’s what the media decided it was). These legs mean it couldnt have been received that badly. My own personal experience found more ppl who liked SR than the highest grossing movie of the year, Dead Man’s Chest. Sure, these articles of yours cater to a certain movie-geek (and therefore to an extent comic-book geek) crowd who have been the ones harping on this film for simply straying from the source material and not living out their “vision” of what it should have been. But there are also common moviegoers who read this, and that is why it is my belief that maybe you should do a little more research into a movie’s media “consensus” instead of simply writing based on how you read the vibe that the movie-geek community gives off. You wrote part of this article as if Superman Returns is one of the biggest flops of all time, when in fact it is far from it. It got decent reviews from critics and recouped most of its budget at the box office. In fact, there’s even a sequel on the way.

I, in turn, wrote back the following:

Anonymous, (I would formally recognize you by first name but I think you would take umbrage with me if I wrote “Dear atr0018”)

Thank you for your note.

I think you’re close in saying that I exaggerated the national consensus with the film. Where I think your and my blue and red electrical wires are crossing is that I was speaking wholly from the fanboy P.O.V. and the fact that, at the box office, the yields from this movie didn’t justify the amounts that were spent on it. In fact, just after a few weeks after the movie came out, and the financial projections were all but final, Singer was at Comic-Con to talk about the film and even he conceded that the film wasn’t the success he hoped it would be. (I’ll be honest, I would send you the audio of that discussion but I have yet to get to it. There’s an interview I still have to run from that time which may see the light of day in March. I suck, I know that.)

I also am taking the side of Ebert who put it best when he said the movie was, “a glum, lackluster movie in which even the big effects sequences seem dutiful instead of exhilarating.” I get that. I understand exactly what he’s saying. After I played it and watched it again on my home theater system it reinforced the diametric differences between what the trailer promised and what the movie delivered. It was a good movie. It was a solid movie BUT it just wasn’t what Superman SHOULD have been. There should have been more POW where there was deep introspection.

Also, look at the box office figures. Straight from Box Office Mojo the movie cost $270 to make (Lord knows the advertising and marketing budget wasn’t cheap, either) and only raked in 200 at the domestic box office. Sure, the foreign markets helped to make up the difference but if I’m a multi-national corporation I don’t see a movie that is limping to break even as a successful tent pole picture. It’s not a failure, either, but it’s hovering in that quasi-limbo arena of success or stinkbomb. So, I agree that it had “decent” legs but they weren’t the kind of legs that I am sure Warner’s were hoping for.

And no, I wouldn’t have rated Batman Begins as high as I did, I loved that film, plus it got trailer props for last year’s list because it had a strong trailer that represented the movie well and not because it was “a film that you probably would have referred to as a big hit b/c that’s what the media decided it was.” Come on, now, play nice. The movie did as well as it did because it crushed the previous incarnations completely and totally; it deserved its success on its own merit. My opinion came in a long time before the movie ever came out so there’s no way I could have played favorites based on media bias, it’s the kind of position I’m in. I said the trailer for The Queen sucked and look how well that movie has done. I said the trailer for Superman Returns looked great when I reviewed 2 different trailers *before* its release so it sucks for me when I have to end up eating crow by admitting that I was fooled by the trailer.

And, you’re right, a sequel IS on the way and, you know what the best part of that is? Singer has established everything he needed to in the first installment to pave the way for a more “popcorn” film, like X-2 was, for the sequel.

I really appreciate your note. I hope this letter doesn’t come off snarky or anything less than trying to trade information back to you…even though you didn’t even sign your name like the coward philistine you probably are! It’s not often anyone writes in so I dug being able to write back….

See? I didn’t threaten to punch him in the cock for being an asshole in disagreeing with the way I chose to interpret things, I took it as an opportunity to actually have a conversation of sorts.

Regardless of what’s going on everyone has a unique view and I don’t know how to address the very audience I’m writing to unless you speak up.

Enjoy the weekend and apropos of absolutely NOTHING but my own shameless self-indulgence in the sport, and for the life of me I can’t explain that for every cinephile who enjoyed MAJOR LEAGUE, with a MEN AT AT WORK Charlie Sheen gearing-up for his brother’s greatest filmic achievement and who would’ve thought all these years later it would be Dennis Haysbert, aka Pedro Cerrano, who would be the real star of that flick, hates to even think about real baseball, I’m fully engorged that Spring Training for The Chicago Cubs, straight representin’ yo, has finally started. There is a world beyond the silver screen and it is the hope that this team finishes a few notches above last place that keeps me coming back year after year.

LUCKY YOU (2007)

Director: Curtis Hanson
Cast:
Eric Bana, Drew Barrymore, Robert Duvall, Debra Messing
Release: May 4, 2007
Synopsis:
In Lucky You, a professional poker player (Eric Bana) gets a lesson in life from a struggling singer (Drew Barrymore) as he collides with his estranged father (Robert Duvall) at the World Series of Poker in Las Vegas.

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Prognosis: Negative. When will this collective fascination of Texas Hold’em just die as I believe the fifteen-minute expiration has long since passed.

I say this because, one, I can’t play and, two, this movie feels like a knee-jerk reaction to the populist fervor that has built-up around every Tom, Dick and Harry looking to cash-in on the moment.

I will, note, however, that this movie seems perfect in every sense of the word with regard to thinking about movies that will make perfect rentals come the summer when dudes are inexorably trapped in the aisles of their local Blockbuster and trying, desperately so, to find a film that won’t incite domestic violence.

That said, this trailer plays every moment by the numbers, even giving us the Idiot’s Guide opening of how to play the card game whilst Barrymore and Bana are tableside in a casino; this is the oddest combination, Vegas cool with a cotton candy presentation.

I like and appreciate that the trailer makers here went with a soundtrack that is completely devoid of any Gwen Stefani love jangle, any K.T. Tunstall estrogen infused jingle and actually manages to walk the line of staying right in the background as we try to get our footing for why we’re following these two people. It seems, at the start, that this is just a story of a guy who likes to gamble and the woman who digs that in someone with a lot of potential as a mate. I’m not sure this is exactly where you should drop that this love fest is being directed by the guy who did 8 MILE and L.A. CONFIDENTIAL as we really haven’t seen anything that would warrant proclaiming it so but that’s just me.

“I could’ve played it safe”¦that’s not who I am.”

Never mind the fact that Duvall comes into this trailer way too late but that there’s a palatable feeling this seems to be a movie not about one dude’s struggle to get a grip on his life but that Duvall is going to be schooling his absent son about the finer points of living one’s life with a lady. Bana makes the above quote and I feel the blood reeling from my retinas as I cannot believe The Hulk has went all squishy for a paycheck.

Cue crying Barrymore, set things up to have their eventual dénouement at where else but the World Series of Poker, have events set in motion where Bana will (GASP!) have to probably choose between his love for the cards and his heterosexual need for some of that crazy Drew action.

Ooo, and I almost didn’t stick around until the end of the trailer, but it seems that not only is it the last table at the WSOP but that Duvall and Bana are the LAST people at that table. Hence, making the choice of what to do at the end all the more Hollywood-ish; it makes me sick that some wag got his mortgage paid writing this crap.

I just saved every single one of you $10 and an excruciating night at the movies.

LITTLE CHILDREN (2007)

Director: Todd Field
Cast: Kate Winslet, Jennifer Connelly, Patrick Wilson, Noah Emmerich
Release: Now Playing
Synopsis: Loosely based on the acclaimed Tom Perrotta novel of the same name, LITTLE CHILDREN centers on a group of young marrieds, whose lives intersect on the playgrounds, town pools and streets of their small community in surprising and potentially dangerous ways.

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Prognosis: Positive. Much like an author who I would admire enough to follow for a few works because I enjoy their voice (Charles Baxter, Ted Rall anyone?) Todd Field is a surprising addition to those whose work I choose to take an interest in if for no other reason than he has more acting credits to his name than he does directing jobs.

I mean, Drippy? Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Drippy? Yes, one and the same and it’s amazing that he captured the claustrophobic lives of a couple who find their own lives closing in on them with IN THE BEDROOM. If that film doesn’t rock your parental core then there isn’t anything out there that will. The mood, the emotional weight and depth of the characters played by Tom Wilkinson and Sissy Spacek are well represented with sharp acuity and, to top it all off, we get Tom Cruise’s cousin getting the kind of send-off I wish would happen to a lot of people who slip through the justice system’s fingers.

With this trailer we get a lot of what I loved about IN THE BEDROOM compressed into this damn-near wordless, music-less, voice-over-less representation of lust, betrayal and family gatherings.

As things open I’m not sure if I’m watching a movie or an advertisement for the latest and greatest in genital herpes protection. I’m quickly able to downshift the smartass after a lone train’s approach sufficiently smothers the Good Morning America tableau with Connelly and Wilson playing people who obviously would like nothing more than bash one another’s temples with wooden meat tenderizers.

And, please, if you haven’t already figured out that as Wilson lets that glistening water drag slowly down his well-defined spinal column as he extricates his soggy, albeit tight, ass from the community piss pool, myself I find it never looks that sexy when I drain water down my leg from the pockets inside my board shorts because it looks like I’m urinating on myself, that Winslet is imagining anything short of hot monkey love you need to go back to school. Seriously.

With great earnestness I say that the moments that follow where, unless you’re an unfeeling troll, Wilson is with his kids, putting on that happy daddy face, and Winslet talks about her needs as a woman I can absolutely sense the pain and misery that is about to roll right though these people’s lives in ways, I believe, would rival FATAL ATTRACTION, a movie that was forgone in its conclusion because of the craziness of its antagonist.

Huge fan of whatever woman fills the red swimsuit. Huge fan. Don’t know who it is and I don’t care. No additional comments here, just wanted to make that known.

There’s also a lot to be said about the ending for this trailer where bells are ringing, the train that’s lingered there for a while in the soundscape is now “passing” by on the tracks, the anguish that’s on full-display, all of it. I am thankful that I don’t really understand what is happening. There’s just wonderful composition of the moments that were chosen here to be included.

See, I oftentimes am amazed by the money shots that are used by any number of trailer makers when they decide a preview. Most of the time I am completely complicit in advocating a trailer to have just a disconnected ending when it comes to action films. This doesn’t translate well to dramatic pieces but this trailer here, though, managed to have great shots while being able to string them together with great passion while imbuing it all with an elevated sense of dread.

There’s no way this movie could have slid so far underneath the radar but it has and I hope the Oscar nod helps to get people out there in seeing whether this movie can manage to do what the trailer is selling.

ZODIAC (2007)

Director: David Fincher
Cast:
Jake Gyllenhaal, Mark Ruffalo, Robert Downey Jr., Anthony Edwards
Release: March 2, 2007
Synopsis: Based on the actual case files of one of the most intriguing unsolved crimes in the nation’s history. As a serial killer terrifies the San Francisco Bay Area and taunts police with his ciphers and letters, investigators in four jurisdictions search for the murderer.

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Prognosis: Positive. Okay, come on, who is on the Robert Downey Jr. bandwagon?

Does his shit not stink that much where everyone who considers themselves a fan of film forgive all his indiscretions? Yeah, I’m in that camp.

Somehow it’s easier to look beyond drug abuse than it is if this guy was convicted of diddling 15 year-olds, his face pasted on network TV as he’s busted by Chris Hanson and Dateline NBC.

I also happen to be a wagon bander when it comes to David Fincher. Yes, PANIC ROOM was a little absurd but you can’t take away the precision that Fincher possesses when it comes to composing a shot. He’s special and there’s no way I would trade one Fincher flick for a handful of Chris Columbus’. What’s so great, then, about this trailer is that we finally are allowed to get a small taste, an effervescent smell of what is to come out of THE ZODIAC.

I absolutely love the beginning of this thing. You’ve got a majestic cityscape, the 4th of July, with fireworks all bursting in air, and you’ve got the pop-pop-pop of gunshots. People fall to their death inside their cars as the unseen assailant slowly walks away from his crime. It’s beautiful to look at as you realize this just FEELS like an important entry into Fincher’s oeuvre.

I know it would be easy to take umbrage with the heavy-handed rolling out of facts with regard to this movie’s plot, Jake G. walking into the San Fran Chronicle as someone reads herr Zodicac’s letter to the editor, confessing to the killings of a couple of teens.

The obsequious tone of the letter, eager to please with the information of who he killed but not enough to say why or who he actually is. You can actually feel the tension through the moments that follow. Even though I cannot claim to be eager at wanting to see more of Chloe Sevigny’s morose mug, it’s Jake that really pulls the weight here.

Also, and this is important to note, The Zodiac himself is wonderfully positioned here. You get a great sense for the kind of confusing terror he inflicted on the people of San Francisco; the paranoia, for one, is a great place to start and you get a palatable dollop here.

What’s more is that as we get further and further into this Jake becomes a small, yet important piece into the kind of devilry this killer possessed and how the ciphers he passed along to the papers were, in effect, notes that may or may not have been blatant pleas for someone to stop what he felt compelled to do.

The small facts of this case, the sketches of what the killer looked like, the admission that there were no usable fingerprints, the ballistics, every little portion of this case is couched to us in a way that fascinates and doesn’t bore.

“Killing is his compulsion, it is in his blood”¦”

The funk-tastic soundtrack, the eeriness of how deep Jake gets with this case and how involved in it he becomes is all cause for rejoicing because this looks like a film that hopefully sees Fincher doing what he has done best: put you in a moment that feels tense, is tense, and make you believe that you’re hip deep in it.

It can’t be worse than PANIC ROOM, right?

ANGEL-A (2007)

Director: Luc Besson
Cast:
Jamel Debbouze, Rie Rasmussen, Olivier Claverie, Gilbert Melki, Kate Nauta, Serge Riaboukine
Release: May 25, 2007
Synopsis: A man meets a woman in Paris”¦ Down-on-his-luck petty criminal Andre (Jamel Debbouze) has reached the end of his rope. Irreversibly in debt to a local gangster, with no one to turn to, his only solution is to plunge himself into the Seine. Just as he is perched to do so, a fellow bridge-jumper beats him to the water. Diving in, he saves Angela (Rie Rasmussen), a beautiful, statuesque and mysterious woman. As they pull themselves out the water, the two form a bond and venture into the streets of Paris determined to get Andre out of the hole he has found himself in. As Andre will find out, not all debts are financial, and sometimes the solutions to life¹s problems are found in the unlikeliest of places. Is Angela simply repaying Andre for his kindness, or are there other forces at work beyond his comprehension?

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Prognosis: Loved Every Moment. Two things about this trailer:

1) Since it is directed by Luc Besson it gives me the chance to stump for one of his best directorial outings well before Gary “EEEEEVEERYONE!” Oldman’s performance in THE PROFESSIONAL: THE BIG BLUE. Amazing, amazing movie with a delicate score.

2) This looks like a return to good filmmaking for the man who punched me twice without asking with THE FIFTH ELEMENT, the worst film, next to THE JERKY BOYS, ever made.

This opening’s smoky, jazzy feel is undeniable. It’s like everyone involved is caught in molasses, with our protagonist calling out to God and asking Him if this is what He wants as he contemplates throwing himself off a bridge.

Beat, two beats, slowly pan over to a woman with mascara running down her face as she makes the leap before he has a chance to say “STOP.” Cymbal crash, beat, beat, beat. The woman has extricated herself from the drink and holds a lit cigarette in her hand, forget about the fact she’s drenched and how could she light a match when”¦she just looks like a woman who you’d like to treat poorly for a night. This woman makes smoking look like not such a bad thing. Nice.

Beat, beat, beat guitar slide. Not since Madonna used an air dryer to blow-dry her pits (and I really hate those things because your hands are all wet when you have to touch that metal thing and so you think that other dudes have pushed it as well and their hands were probably dirty and so you feel like your hands are still dirty even as you stand there twisting your palms over again and again) has being dried off by an appliance looked so sexy. It’s hot and not just in a Paris “Spunk Sponge” Hilton sort of way. She’s intriguing.

I love the way the cards explaining who Luc Besson is come sliding in; they’re slick looking, it’s not ostentatious and they are riding the same cool wave our players are.

“You have until midnight”

Things just get going from here as we find our protagonist hanging over the edge of the Eiffel Tower. What’s amazing is that we don’t know what this guy did or needs to do by midnight but he has our sympathy. He could be completely rotten, and we may wish for his demise when we actually see the film, but this trailer is brilliant and garnering emotional support for the man.

Now, the moment when Angela is spreading her legs in a way that Sharon Stone only wish she could have done well? That’s when I am on board for this train. I don’t know how this fits into the narrative but the moment here in the trailer is spot-on as we glide away from here and get a better understanding of how Angela is going to help our threatened man from getting whacked. The shot of her head as the shot is layered with it seemingly attached to a headless statue of, ta-da, an angel is a nice touch.

These two share a few moments together as they make their way through this landscape, sharing a few laughs, getting stopped by thugs with machine guns, but you’ve got to catch this one moment in the trailer where they kiss. It feels so right but Angela’s eyes flash up at us and it looks like those vampire eyes so reminiscent in films right before they devour their prey. I so do not know what to make of this and why it looks so macabre but I’d be lying if I didn’t say it would be pretty sweet if she did take a nip out of his jugular.

So many unanswered questions about this film remain at the end of this thing but I am delighted that’s the case because this movie looks ripe for viewing completely cold; the trailer does just enough to sketch the outline and now all that’s left is to see how it all fills in.

Wonderful trailer.

Weekend Shopping Guide 2/23/07: Bulls**t

Filed under: Shopping Guides — UncaScroogeMcD @ 2:24 am

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The weekend’s here. You’ve just been paid, and it’s burning a hole in your pocket. What’s a pop culture geek to do? In hopes of steering you in the right direction to blow some of that hard-earned cash, it’s time for the Quick Stop Weekend Shopping Guide – your spotlight on the things you didn’t even know you wanted…

Even after 30 topics – ranging from PETA to the Bible – Penn & Teller have still not run out of topics for their gloriously skeptical debunk-a-thon Bullshit! (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP), adding another 10 targets to their hit list in the 3-disc fourth season collection. This time around, they set their sites on the Boy Scouts, prostitution, the death penalty, Ground Zero, pet love, reparations, manners, abstinence, cryptozoology, and the myth of the import of numbers in our spin-heavy society. Even though there’s not a single bonus feature to be found (unlike the bonus-heavy first season set), console yourself with the news that a fifth season begins airing in the near future.

Even at 2 hours, I found myself desperately wanting more stories, anecdotes, and rare footage from the excellent documentary The Second City: First Family of Comedy (Acorn, Not Rated, DVD-$24.99 SRP). Hosted by alums Dave Thomas, Scott Thompson, and Joe Flaherty, it features recollections from many who got their start treading the Second City boards, including Dan Aykroyd, Martin Short, Catherine O’Hara, Tina Fey, Mike Myers, Harold Ramis, Ryan Stiles, and many more. Bonus materials include extended interview segments. A must-see for any comedy fan.

If The Illusionist was turn-of-the-century magician drama as Masterpiece Theater entry, than Christopher Nolan’s The Prestige (Touchstone, Rated PG-13, DVD-$29.99 SRP) is a modern crowd pleaser of a flick. The plot, in a nutshell, involves the dangerously escalating rivalry between a pair of magicians (Christian Bale & High Jackman) after a trick gone wrong kills their act’s assistant, Jackman’s wife. What follows is a twisted path of bitterness, revenge, and one-upsmanship that includes Michael Caine, Scarlett Johansson, Andy Serkis, Ricky Jay, and David Bowie as Nikola Tesla. How can you not want to see that? Bonus features include a multi-part behind-the-scenes documentary and an art gallery.

Strike another “Why the heck isn’t it on DVD yet?” title from the list, as the first season of Family Ties (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$38.99 SRP) finally makes its way onto the little shiny discs. The 4-disc set features all 22 episodes in quite good condition (better than those hoary syndication prints we’ve been subjected to for years), but there are zero bonus features for fans… Not even a paint-by-numbers featurette.

Going all the way back to its founding a few years back, I’ve been banging the drum about all the amazing, must-have collectibles that former animator Tracy Mark Lee’s Electric Tiki design studio has been putting out largely as a mom & pop operation. In most excellent new, though, Electric Tiki has now partnered with Sideshow Collectibles, which throws an incredible amount of awareness and distribution muscle behind EC’s already-great releases. This week, I wanted to show off their trio of Woody Woodpecker “Teeny Weeny mini-maquette” releases. Each of the three maquettes represent a different period in Woody’s design history – 1940, 1947, and the modern 1950’s version ($69.99 SRP for 1947/1950, $74.99 for 1940). All three are beautifully designed by Tracy Mark Lee and sculpted by Ruben Procopio. Both the 1947 and 1950’s version are limited to an edition size of 500 pieces, while the retro version is a quite exclusive run of only 250. Get these while you can – you’ll regret it if you don’t.

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It was rather a foolish notion, in 1950 – shortly after vinyl LPs revolutionized the music industry – for an independent music label to dare challenge the entrenched majors; Capitol, Decca, Columbia, and RCA. But a tiny label did mount a challenge, and it went by the name of Elektra. Starting as a label that fully embraced the emerging folk movement with artists such as Judy Collins and Fred Neil and eventually becoming home to the likes of The Doors, Eric Clapton, and The Stooges, Elektra’s storied history is celebrated in the 5-disc Forever Changing – The Golden Age of Elektra Records: 1963-1973 (Rhino, $69.98 SRP). Featuring over 100 tracks spanning that entire period, including some rarely heard tunes, it’s a glorious overview of an iconic little indie that could.

Beyond the issues of free speech and the fallout of singer Natalie Maines’s impromptu criticism of George Bush at a London concert on the eve of the war in Iraq, the documentary chronicling the Dixie Chicks’s journey from red state country stars to red state pariahs and to even greater success post-brouhaha, Shut Up & Sing (Genius, Rated R, DVD-$28.95 SRP), is an even more engaging portrait of PR damage control in this age of media saturation. Pushed and pulled by flacks eager to minimize the damage of Maines’s comment and steer her towards disowning it, it’s wonderful to see the trio eventually come around to the realization that it’s more important to be honest and straightforward with the public and themselves, emerging as a reenergized group of artists in the process. My only question, though, is where are the bonus features?

After their successful formula bore very funny fruit with Waiting For Guffman, Best In Show, and A Mighty Wind, I was eager to see if Chris Guest and Eugene Levy could shine their absurd mockumentary spotlight on the movie industry as brilliantly as they had tackled their previous subjects. Sadly, though enjoyable, there’s just something not quite right with For Your Consideration (Warner Bros., Rated PG-13, DVD-$27.98 SRP), about a small indie film whose status – and the egos of the actors, director, producers, and studio involved – goes suddenly off the chart as soon as the “O” word (Oscar!) is mentioned. It’s almost as if Guest & Co. are too close to the subject matter to be as objective as they have in their previous flicks. It’s a shame, because there really is a need for the movie industry equivalent of Spinal Tap. Bonus features include an audio commentary with Guest & Levy, additional scenes, a poster gallery for the fictional film Home for Purim, and the theatrical trailer.

On the surface, A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints (First Look, Rated R, DVD-$26.99 SRP) is like any other “return to the old neighborhood” flick – you’ve got the guys that got out, and the ones that weren’t so lucky, or smart. So it goes when Dito (Robert Downey, Jr.) returns after 15 years to his old stomping grounds in Astoria, Queens when his father (Chazz Palminteri) falls ill – and finds many of the ghosts he’s left behind still waiting. Bonus features include an audio commentary, deleted scenes, a making-of documentary, and more.

Back to the vaults now for a quartet of knucklehead classics with The Three Stooges: Hapless Half-Wits (Sony, Not Rated DVD-$24.95 SRP). Fully restored and presented in both glorious black & white and colorized, the disc features two rarely seen Curly classics (“Beer Barrel Polecats” and the follow up to “You Nazty Spy,” “I’ll Never Heil Again”), plus a pair of Shemp-isodes (“Dopey Dics” and “Brideless Groom”). When are we finally going to get our all-out Stooges box-sets?

Of all the remastered, expanded Electric Light Orchestra releases coming down the pike in the last year, the one I was most looking forward to was Out Of The Blue (Sony Legacy, $11.98 SRP). Happily, it doesn’t disappoint in the least, featuring clear, crisp sound and one of my favorite songs of all time, “Mr. Blue Sky” (which sounds absolutely fab here). There are a trio of previously unreleased bonus tracks to round out the disc.

The witchy adventures of the sorcerous Halliwell sisters is nearing its conclusion with the arrival of the seventh, penultimate season of Charmed (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$49.99 SRP). Not only does the trio become bickering teenagers, but also get slapped with an aging curse (forcing them to find the Fountain of Youth), lose their powers, get inhabited by ancient Indian gods, encounter Lady Godiva, try to keep Pandora’s Box sealed, go head-to-head with an evil 25-year-old Wyatt, and wind up the season sacrificing themselves. The 6-disc box set features all 22 episodes, but nary an extra.

The adventures of the Seaview continue in the second volume of the second season of Irwin Allen’s Voyage To The Bottom of The Sea (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP). There’s ghosts, U-boats, dinosaurs, fire in the sky, and much more to keep the crew on their toes. The 3-disc set (double-sided crap discs from Fox again – thanks, guys!) features interviews with David Hedison and still galleries.

Jumping into the catalogue game, Fox has released a 4-film set celebrating one of Hollywood’s best-loved actresses of the 30’s and 40’s. The Alice Faye Collection (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP) contains remastered editions of Lillian Russell, On The Avenue, That Night In Rio, and The Gang’s All Here. Bonus features include deleted scenes, documentary featurettes, audio features, and more.

Based on the new soundtrack album alone, I’m more than intrigued to see the new production of Stephen Sondheim’s Company (Nonesuch, $20.98 SRP), whose swinging, untethered lech of a leading man I thought would be moored in the 70’s ethos that spawned it. The songs still stand up, and here’s hoping the production does as well.

Peter Lorre returns as J.P. Marquand’s Japanese detective Mr. Moto in the second Mr. Moto Collection (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$59.98 SRP), containing Mr. Moto In Danger, Mr. Moto’s Gamble, Mr. Moto’s Last Warning, and Mr. Moto Takes A Vacation. Bonus features include interviews, featurettes, restoration comparisons, and the feature The Return of Mr. Moto (with commentary).

So there you have it… my humble suggestions for what to watch, listen to, play with, or waste money on this coming weekend. See ya next week…

-Ken Plume

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QSE News: 2/23/2007

Filed under: Columns,News — UncaScroogeMcD @ 1:09 am
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Here are today’s top entertainment headlines:

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  • In music news, the five people left that are still waiting for the new Guns N’ Roses album will have to wait a little longer. To clear up the mystery surrounding the continued delays, GNR front man Axl Rose released a statement that simply read “[EXPLETIVE DELETED] our fans.”
  • The lead villain has been cast in the upcoming fourth installment of the Rambo film franchise. The casting of an unknown actor to play the villain comes as a shock to many – but still not as big a shock as the fact that they are making another Rambo movie.
  • The band My Morning Jacket is hosting a prom for its fans. The prom will be held on two consecutive nights in Athens, GA and will have the theme of “Under the Sea.” Attendees can expect all the traditional prom amenities, including underage drinking and awkward sexual encounters.
  • Police in Upton, MA were called in to corral a 2000 pound female cow that was wandering around town.  Witnesses say that the cow became agitated and eventually rammed a police car.  After the incident, Upton police stated that it was all a big misunderstanding and no charges will be filed against Miss Rosie O’Donnell.
  • Wii, the Next Generation gaming console from Nintendo, has taken an early lead in the 2007 sales race.  In the month of January, the Wii sold over 435,000 units, which is almost twice as many as either the Playstation 3 or X-Box 360.  Insiders say that pricing has a lot to do with the sales numbers, but other factors may include video game player’s preference for playing with their own Wii.
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That’s all for today’s news, stay tuned to this channel for all the news that matters least but you still care about.

(Compiled by J. Allen)

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Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 2/23/2007

Filed under: Columns,Thingamabobs — UncaScroogeMcD @ 1:03 am
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The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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  • Our good buddies at Sideshow (who’ve provided plenty of cool prizes for some of our Quick Stop contests in the past) are giving away a signed copy of the CLERKS II DVD and the “Pillow Pants 4 Life” Inaction figure as part of their regular “Film, Food & Figure Fridays” today (Friday, 2/23)… (Thingamabob)
  • Some photos are stunning, and some are STUNNING. These are the latter… (Thingamabob)
  • I don’t agree with everything he says (partiucalry about Justice League), but he couldn’t be more right about John K. … (Thingamabob)
  • Another Rube Goldberg-inspired boredom alleviator… (Thingamabob)

Have a THINGAMABOB? Send it in!

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February 22, 2007

The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 92 – Peter Parker’s Pecker Problem

Filed under: The Fred Hembeck Show — UncaScroogeMcD @ 3:49 am

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Now, while I can’t honestly say I’ve actually READ the comic in question – I haven’t really kept up on what my ol’ pal Spidey’s been doing for quite awhile now – but when I stumbled across this news while surfing the net (via Tom the Dog’s You Know What I Like blog, which in turn provided a link to a detailed review by Graeme McMillan of Spider-Man: Reign #3, offering more than enough evidence that it was Peter Parker’s pecker that indeed did in his missus in this misguided mini), I was stunned, absolutely stunned!

Initially, I mistakenly believed that this plot twist (or more to the point, twisted plot…) took place in mainstream Spider-Man continuity, but after deciding to do a little research before going off half-cocked (such as it were), I discovered otherwise. As these curious events occurred during the course of a gussied up imaginary story, this considerably queasy notion somehow left a slightly less bitter taste in my mouth – but only slightly.

Y’know, I haven’t really stayed up to date with the adventures of a certain Man of Steel either – anybody out there know if DC’s ever gotten around to publishing that oft-speculated tale in with the lusty Kryptonian annihilates bride Lois during the throes of a Super-orgasm? If not, well, hey – after Marvel having just thrown down the gauntlet, it shouldn’t be too long now, should it?

(And as I see how the Archie folks are coming out with their own version of Civil War, one can only imagine what THEIR take on all this would look like!!…)

Hembeck.com welcomes Jugheads and Big Mooses of the world alike!

-Copyright 2007 Fred Hembeck

Music For The Masses: 2/21/07

Filed under: Columns,Music for the Masses — UncaScroogeMcD @ 3:49 am
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Hello, friends, and welcome back to Music for the Masses or, as I like to call it, “Sex for your Eyes and Ears ©.” This week, we bang heads with the upcoming release, Alpha, from SevenDust, my uncle Nigel reviews the latest from Bloc Party and Double A “Razah’s” some hell with”¦umm”¦Hell Razah. Sound like fun? Well…as per usual…what do you say we find out?

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Sevendust

Album: Alpha

Sounds like: The inner soundtrack Brittany had playing in her head while she shaved her melon to match her va-jay.

I’ll admit”¦there are few things that I can say with absolute authority, but believe me when I tell you this is one of them…heavy metal music is NOT the music of seduction. I’m serious. Trust me on this one, kids. You can light all the candles you want, spritz a little “smell good” on your junk and drop rose petals on the bed to get your lady in the mood, but if you decide to throw on a little Sepultura as your “Music to Fuck To,” there ain’t a chick alive that’ll let you pile drive her”¦I don’t care HOW much you’ve paid her.

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LaTisha DOES NOT like Sepultura… I have the bruises to prove it.

You see, it appears that most ladies, by which I mean those without SERIOUS “daddy issues,” don’t dig the “heavy metal.” I know. Go figure!! But apparently it has something to do with being “too aggressive, “too loud” and “BLAH BLAH BLAH”¦for their tastes.” Whatever. Honestly? I totally just tuned out and kicked on Sports Center. But seriously”¦chicks, honeys, babies”¦I can’t relate to why you don’t dig metal. After all, haven’t you ever wanted to get psyched up for something? You can’t HONESTLY tell me you’ve never had a big game where you needed to squeeze a little extra juice in the tank, can you? Hmm? Never tried to get your Tri-Delt sisters jazzed up to knock over the local scrap-booking store? No? Never thought about driving 900 miles wearing nothing but a diaper to have a little chat with your make-believe boyfriend’s actual girlfriend? AH! See. . .NOW I got you thinking…

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“I swear, your honor, I was just going to use the mallet to knock the pepper spray out of her eyes.”

But here’s the kicker, ladies, if you’re shunning metal merely because you view it as “dude-centric©,” you shun the chance of stumbling upon a great, fist-pumping disc like Sevendust’s sixth studio release, Alpha. Again, you like that segue? Took a while, but we got there, baby. We got there. Damn straight.

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For you fans of the band, and you know who you are, you’ll be happy to know that Alpha marks a return to “nut punching” form, so to speak, for Atlanta’s Sevendust. If you’ve lost touch with this band over the last couple of”¦umm…albums, you might be a bit discouraged to hear that the band is still focusing on melody above all else. However, this time out, that melody has been tempered with an aggressive instrumentation that hasn’t been heard since the band’s earliest works. Put it this way, Alpha sounds as if it could have easily been the follow-up to the band’s first, self-titled disc”¦not it’s sixth studio release. And no, chuckle nuts, I don’t mean that in a bad way. In fact, congratulations, gentlemen! I’m putting you back into my nightly prayers. Yep. Each and every night, from here on out, before I go off to bed/pleasure myself to the local weather lady, I’m going to say a prayer to the baby Jesus and thank him for metal bands like you.

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Kathy Sabine: local weather lady and post-masturbatory sleep aid.

The guitar interplay between old-pro John Connolly and relative-newcomer Sonny Mayo was impressive on the last disc, but here, it is both subtle and forceful. Furthermore, singer Lajon Witherspoon addresses each track with a vocal attack that is nothing short of impressive. Couple these elements with the solid rhythmical performances of drummer/vocalist Morgan Rose and bassist Vince Hornsby and you have yourself one, tight, driving and damn impressive disc. For those of you taking notes, personal favorites here include the melodic assault of “Under,” the slowly-building intensity of “Feed” and the raucous romp of ‘Suffer.” Check out the tracks “Driven” and the George Lucas-loving “Deathstar” over at their MySpace page now!

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Seriously, friends, if you want to explore some new, ass-lick”¦I mean, kicking, metal that doesn’t sound like it’s being sung by Linda Blair in the “Excorcist,” post possession, then, maybe, JUST maybe, this is the album for you. Again, check out that MySpace link up there and see if it tickles your ‘taint. If you are sitting there right now thinking “Ewww, metal!!” or “Linda who?,” well then, I’m afraid that I’m just going to have to ask you to kindly”¦

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Alpha hits stores on March 6th.

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I know absolutely nothing about the artist Hell Razah. Nothing. Well, that’s not completely true. I do know that he had a song on the Wu-Tang album I reviewed last week. But that’s about it. Oh yeah, and I do know that the song he contributed to the aforementioned Wu-Tang album, “Masked Avengers,” was one of the weakest tracks on the disc. So why did I pick up an entire album buy this guy? I don’t know. Call it a sick pleasure. You know, it’s like when you see a fat girl, or guy, bend over and you see the crack of their ass. You don’t want to look, but you can’t help it. Sometimes the temptation is just too damn strong. Thats why I picked up this album. And besides, M.C. asked me to review something. Fucker.

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Hell Razah’s album The Renaissance Child is not a good album despite the fact that it had such promise. I’m of the mind that the Wu-Tang Clan know what they are doing, and when they endorse an artist, that artist should be pretty good. And when on your first solo CD you bring in the likes of Talib Kweli and MF Doom, that says something to me. It says “Double A, two of your favorite rappers signed on for this project, it’s gotta be good. Now, go get me some cookies.” But alas, the whole album falls short. But it isn’t for lack of trying. Hell Razah actually has a good voice and a great flow. He just needs a little help with the lyrics and the beats.

There are a few bright spots on this album, specifically “Project Jazz” which features Kweli and Viktor Vaughn (MF Doom) and is produced by Doom. This song is outstanding. I would even be so inclined to throw out the word fan-fucking-tastic to describe it. But, of course, I may be a little biased as every song I’ve heard that Doom has had a hand in I think is great. Another good song is “Smoking Gunnz.”

Like I said, this album isn’t that great but there are a few songs here and there that are ok, and one that is outstanding. What this album does do is show is a LOT of potential in our little Hell Razah. He’s in the big time now, and he can only get better.

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REVIEWS BY…

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Sir Nigel Tufgren Bell, esq.
Englishman

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Well it’s about bloody time that blinkered sod M.C. got off his arse and asked me to do a review for him. Let’s face it, everyone knows that we Brits have the best taste in music out of all the people on this planet. Where did the Beatles come from? Bloody right, England. I could go on, naming all of the ace groups to come out of England but you Yanks wouldn’t know half of them. Barbarians, I say! I thank God, the C and E and the Queen Mother daily that you lot are no longer one of our colonies!

American music is complete bollocks. Pants. Makes me right dicky, Except, of course, for that Carrie Underwood. What a fit bird, cor blimey!! Course, I’d tell her right off to belt up if she fancies a bang, but, ahh, what I would do to her fanny! Then I’d flip her arse over tits and Bob’s your uncle!

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But I’m not here to chin wag about Miss Underwood’s pleasures or your soddin’ music. I’m here to waffle about Bloc Party’s newest CD, A Weekend In The City. All I’ve got to say about this disc is it’s bloody epic! Kicked me right in the goolies, it did. These lads from East London are ace and A Weekend In The City is easily one of the most smashing CDs released so far this year. And no, I haven’t gone potty.

In fact, I had a butchers at these guys a year or so ago at the Lyric and they were cracking. The show was the dog’s bollocks! The sound was stonking, the crowd was full of beans and I was chuffed that the boys closed the show with “Helicopter” from their first CD. And the best part was I got totally pissed and barely made it back to my flat before I honked.

As I said, this CD is blinding. Luvvly-jubbly. The lads had the bottle to expand their sound, away from the carriage house feel of their first disc. They added some orchestration, synths and even a little chorus for those benders out there and the whole thing could easily have gone pear shaped. But it didn’t. The song “Uniform” is pukka and is my absolute fave. However, there are no downers to this CD; the whole thing is brill.

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All that said, you Yanks won’t shine to it because you’re all off your trolley. But I won’t hold it against you. Now, I WOULD fancy holding me todger against Miss Underwood”¦ but that is a tale for another day. So, if you’re ever in England, give us a bell but right now I need to go spend a penny. God save the Queen!!

Rating: 5 out of 5

UPCOMING RELEASES”¦ 2/27/07

ARTIST TITLE GENRE
B.G. & THE CHOPPER CITY BOYZ We Got This RAP
BLUE FRINGE The Whole World Lit Up ROCK
CANON Wide Awake ROCK
DEAN AND BRITTA Back Numbers POP
DO MAKE SAY THINK You, You’re A History In Rust ROCK
MAC DRE & E.B. DADDY OF THE HOOD Rompalation: Thugs Of Honor RAP
MIKA Life In Cartoon Motion POP
MR. KEE Seldom Seen RAP
SLIM THUG W/ THE BOSS HOGG OUTLAWZ Serve & Collect RAP
SNOWGOONS German Lugers RAP
TEMPLE OF BRUTALITY Lethal Agenda METAL
WALL, PAUL Break ’em Off RAP
WERTZ, MATT Everything In Between N/A
WILLARD GRANT CONSPIRACY Let It Roll N/A
WINTERPILLS The Light Divides POP

Well, there you have it friends… another one in the bank. Until next week, keep wearing it proud and playing it loud.

Send pictures of your local weather lady, review copies, hate mail and assorted presents to:

M.C. Bell
P.O. Box 1222
Arvada, CO 80001

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