Author: UncaScroogeMcD

  • Party Favors: Howie’s Banker

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    HOLLYWOOD – Who is that mysterious shadow in the windows on the set of Deal or No Deal? Who makes the call to tell a contestant how much they can earn by just walking away? Who is the stranger that gloats when a sucker walks away with $5 instead of a million smackers?

    Why it’s me!

    I’m the banker. And I’ll be the banker until I have to return to my job as the guy who hands out MacArthur Genius Grants (that’s the reason I haven’t been given one).

    People think it’s easy being the Banker on that show. All I have to do make a couple calls to Howie and read off preset figures. That’s only half my job. My other duty involves shaving Howie’s back between shows. It’s an ugly job, but I just love showbiz too much to give up on it.

    The sad part is that my work is coming home with me. During my brother’s birthday, I offered him $20 to leave Aunt Mary’s card sealed and walk away from the cake. I offered a hooker at the Point $60 to leave her teeth in. I’m probably heading to the Monte Hall Rehab Center for People Who Just Can’t Stop Making a Deal.

    KELLY LEAK IS BACK, BITCHES!

    Is it’ f’n true? Did the big buzz of the Toronto Film Festival involve Jackie Earle Haley’s performance in Little Children? Is he really being fast tracked for a Best Supporting Actor Oscar? At least one good thing is going right in the universe.

    After years of declaring Jackie Earle Haley the greatest troubled teen actor of his generation, he’s finally getting his due. The man who brought Kelly Leak to life in the Bad News Bears films, has grown up and still has the chops.

    I have to pester my Oscar voting pals to make sure that Jackie is on their ballots. And if you have any, you better put Harvey Weinstein pressure on them. It’s all about Jackie this year. Forget Marty 2007 (although from the early word on The Departed, he might bag the trophy if Jack Nicholson and Brad Pitt can work the Hollywood voters and make them forget Marty as that little New Yawker who makes violent films), it’s all about Jackie Earle Haley.

    I can already see Jackie’s name get called out, he rides up the steps on his motorbike, swigs down a beer, lights up a cigarette, clutches the trophy, points to heaven and say, “I got an Academy Award. Does that turn you on? Academy Award?”

    How could Richard Linklater remake The Bad News Bears without begging for Jackie Earle Haley to be in the film? He should have played the owner of Hooters or a strip club. Linklater learned the power of Jackie Earle Haley since his version will not be beloved except by the same knuckleheads that think the new Rollerball is better than the James Caan version.

    The Party Favors is rooting big time for Jackie Earle Haley and we promise to see Little Children when it opens in October – even if it doesn’t play at the Starlite Drive-In.

    NOT GAY CLAY

    The sad truth is that even if Clay Aiken was gay, he would only be the second most famous gay singer to emerge from Raleigh, North Carolina. Do you know who the most famous gay singer from this town is? Why it’s the Cowboy from the Village People. Yup. Randy Jones wasn’t from Texas. Although he went to the North Carolina School of the Arts in Winston-Salem, the home of Texas Pete hot sauce!

    Clay really needs to do an entire record of Bob Mould songs. Enough with the showtunes that his menopausing Claymates already know. Let these women hum “Heartbreak a Stranger” and “Could You Be the One?”

    SNOREBIZ SHOW

    Why has Comedy Central signed up for another 13 episodes of David Spade’s Showbiz Show. He looked so bored in the last few episodes I caught while waiting for the tequila to wear off and The Daily Show to kick in. How can the folks at that channel want to endure more of Spade’s sleepwalking through his old jokes? And because of the nature of the show, there’s no real rerun action nor DVDs. What’s the point of making a cable show that can’t do those simple things? Think of how much action and cash Comedy Central has made off Chappelle Show. Although I’ve noticed that in the past few weeks the shelves are covered with the overpriced Lost Episodes. Expect to see it discounted for Thanksgiving – maybe even as freebie if you buy the other two boxsets?

    They should have made a run at Joel McHale and the creative team behind The Soup on E!

    Speaking of E!, isn’t it time for more rumors that Howard Stern wants to return his 30 minute show to the channel? Word is that Howard’s lack of profile outside of the pay radio and limited pay per view venues for his show has diminished his ability to sell the show. And by giving America a 30 minute sanitized version of the show, he’ll be able to attract people willing to pay to see the bisexual strippers without the bars blocking all the fun. It only makes business sense.

    TURN THE PAGE

    Why does Mary Harron take the most exciting of topics and sucks them dry of panache? First she does a film about Andy Warhol. And it’s about the woman who shot Andy. And it’s just hard to watch the nutty woman. Then she gets her hands on American Psycho. While I enjoy moments in that film (especially Christian Bale’s music reviews), it also lack that certain flare that elevates it to Trainspotting heights. And after 20 years of talking about it, she gets to bring Bettie Page’s story to the screen in The Notorious Bettie Page. And it just lacks the fun sleaze that this story deserves.

    It’s so clinical and academic that it comes off as a Canadian production. Which oddly enough, Harron is. The film doesn’t breathe. It seems like a biopic that’s more concerned with connecting the dots than the journey of the line.

    But I can’t completely trash the flick. Gretchen Moll finally lives up to her “next hot actress” hype from eight years ago. She wears those black bangs with authority. And does a great job recreating Page’s legendary poses. She looks stunning in the black and white view of Manhattan and vintage color scenes of Miami Beach. The film suffers when she’s not on the screen. Plus she looks good stripped down.

    I’m happy I didn’t pay full price to see this at the cinema. It’s worth watching as a Netflix selection. This is a story that should have been a Cinemax After Dark experience. Damn shame Gregory Dark didn’t get to make it.

    PBS PORN

    I’m calling the FCC to complain about PBS’s recent Andy Warhol: A Documentary. While the images were rather conservative, I was exposed to way too much academic masturbation from critics. Each one had to spew a load of their genius jiz on the screen as they tried to explain Warhol’s work. This was worse then Janet Jackson’s nipple being shown during the D-Day landing in Saving Private Ryan. Filmmaker Ric Burns should be ashamed for letting these goofs jack off for so long. The sad part is that most of them were unloading blanks.

    Maybe next time Ric can focus on the cinema of Peter North. At least he knows how to goo up the screen with a purpose.

    HO HO WHORES

    I’d like to remind retailers that you can not start advertising for Christmas until you have taken down your Halloween displays. Although you can sell egg nog while the Monster Cereals are still on the shelf. Nothing is better than a bowl of Frankenberry floating in egg nog. Mmmmmmmm.

    AFFLECK CURSE CONTINUES

    Ben Affleck is refusing to destroy the cursed baseball. He better do something this winter or the only present he’s giving Redsox Nation is another 80 plus years of waiting.

  • Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Review and Giveaway, Point Break: Special Edition

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    I happen to have five DVDs of Point Break to give away, but more about that in a few ‘grafs. [As of 1:30 PM PST, the contest is closed, DKH]

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    Point Break is, of course the surfin’ and bank robbin’ movie from 1991 starring Keanu Reeves, and directed by Kathryn Bigelow. It’s famous for many things. One is that it constitutes a woman directing a very male oriented action film. Another is that the film marked Reeves’s entry into the big Hollywood films, “betraying” his past roles as a sensitive and angst ridden teen or a hapless slacker type by becoming – what the fuck? – an FBI agent. Also, this is the film in which the bank robbers wear masks of former presidents. And another claim to fame is that one almost always says “Point Blank” instead of the real title.

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    But seeing the film again in its new special edition DVD release is a reminder that, despite its various small flaws, it’s a fun movie, with great surf footage. A weird blend of Big Wednesday and Dog Day Afternoon, it stars Reeves as, yes, Johnny Utah, a new agent assigned to the robbery division of the L.A. FBI. Teamed up with wizened old wild man FBI Agent Angelo Pappas, played by Gary Busey in just the way you would want, part of a large funny cast that includes John C. McGinley, James LeGros, Tom Sizemore, and of course Patrick Swayze as Bodhi, the philosophical extreme surfer-sky diver-bank robber.

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    One of the film’s flaws is Lori Petty as Utah’s surfing mentor, while he’s undercover looking for the bank robbers, since Utah and Pappas have determined, thanks to some pre-CSI ruminations, that the Ex-Presidents are surfers. I don’t know if Petty is miscast, or if it’s her character who is unpleasant or if it’s just Petty who is unappealing. In any case, PB is a great drive in movie, a little thin on substance and plot but rich in character actors, action, and simple drive in imperatives.

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    This DVD supplants an earlier disc from 2002, whose only supplement was as a short making of featurette. This disc, the “pure adrenaline edition, has deleted scenes (eight very fuzzy video tapes adding about three additional minutes to the movie, made up mostly of quips and bits of dialogue), four making ofs (the 23-minute detailed retrospective making of “It’s Make Or Break,” in which almost everyone participates, the six minute “Ride The Wave” and five minute “Adrenaline Junkies,” both about surfing, and the six minute “On Location: Malibu,” in which two of the minor ex-Presidents revisit the sand), a stills gallery, and three trailers.

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    [As of 1:30 PM PST, the contest is closed, DKH] To get the a free Point Break DVD, be one of the first five people to write to dkholmcontests@mac.com. Please include your full mailing address. I won’t be able to write back to respondents other than the first five, so if you hear back from that email address, you have won.

  • Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Review, Brian Clemens’s Thriller

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    Brian Clemens is one of those many prolific British writers who toiled in radio, TV, and / or movies from the 1950s well into the present, but whose aesthetic roots hark back to the pulp magazines of the 1920s and 1930s. Seasoned professionals, they liked tight narratives, solid dialogue, and cunning twists. Others in his vast and varied fraternity include, at one end of the scale or the other, Dennis Potter, who wrote many original TV dramas including The Singing Detective, and Nigel Kneale, whose career ranges from The Quatermass Experiment (which inspired Hooper’s Lifeforce), to Halloween III: Season of the Witch (recently mimicked in Stay Alive). Clemens worked in movies and television simultaneously, penning such films as Hammer’s Dr. Jekyll and Sister Hyde, as well as See No Evil, Kronos and The Watcher in the Woods. For TV he was involved with Danger Man, and later The Professionals. But for spy fans, humor buffs, and fetishists alike, his crowning achievement is The Avengers, that show that agitated the febrile minds of adolescents through the 1960s.

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    Clemens is also the brains behind the series Thriller. Not to be confused with the NBC series with host Boris Karloff that aired from 1960 to 1962, Clemens’s Thriller is nevertheless also an anthology series of horror tales with a twist, but different from Twilight Zone and Alfred Hitchcock Presents in that all of the shows were either written or outlined by one person, Clemens. Made for ATV, it aired from 1973 to 197x and comprised some 42 tales. But what would be a burden for most writers with Clemens seem seemed to be a joyous, easy task. Ideas just seemed to pour out of him. As he says in introduction to one of his tales, “The Color of Blood,” when people ask him how he comes up with his ideas, he tells the story of visiting Europe for a conference and being picked up at the station by a young student. In the car, she asked him the same question, and he turned to her and said, “How do you know I’m Brian Clemens?”One doesn’t know the fate of that young girl, but we do know the fate of the reply: it got him to thinking and resulted in the story “Color of Blood,” in which a bank employee unwittingly picks up a serial killer at the train station. The story has even more twists, but they shan’t be spoiled here.

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    A&E has now released the first season (of six, lasting through 1976) of Thriller, in a four disc set that hit the street Tuesday, September 26 (for $79.95), and would make the perfect Hallowe’en gift for budding Hitchcocks or Harlan Ellisons. Thriller collects the 10 episodes of the first season, with the addition of three interviews, first with Clemens, discussing how he came up with the series, the next with director Shaun O’Riordan, who discusses the techniques of staged, videotaped episodic television, and the finally one with producer John Cooper. Packaging for the set is good, with a nice ghostly yellow logo, a horrific image on the cover, and the discs in individual flat packs. (Several of the shows were retitled and aired on ABC late at night.)

    Each hour long episode (divided into three parts) begins with a quasi-comical Tales from the Crypt style intro by Clemens, followed by a few screens of text trivial about the ep, and then a video interview except in which Clemens discusses its genesis and trivial about the cast. The credit sequence to the show features a haunting, Herrmann-esque theme, composed by Laurie Johnson, the same man behind the catchy, memorable Avengers theme. The shows appear to be a blend of 16mm exteriors and videotaped interiors, but the interiors might be multicamera 16mms.

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    The stories themselves are a blend of Hitchcockian (TV Hitchcock, that is) domestic crime and creepy tales of innocents stumbling into a dire enviroment. The first, “The Lady Killer,” concerns a Honeymoon Killers type story about a serial marrier and murderer (Robert Powell), whose partner is the divine Linda Thorson (sadly underrated and denigrated as Diana Rigg’s Avengers replacement all because of her haircut). This show sets the tone. The dialogue is sharp, but there is also a feeling that it is padded out to fill the hour; there are several sharp twists in the plot; and the setting is rural and quaint.

    Judy Carne

    The third ep, “Someone at the Top of the Stairs,” is about two students, Judy Carne and Donna Mills, who rent a small room only to learn, eventually, that the house, the very house itself, is a malevolent entity.

    Certain themes recur. Clemens is obsessed with blindness. The condition has appeared in several of his other works. Here it figures in one of the best tales, about assassins who take over a school of the blind because it offers the best vantage to kill a visiting dignitary. Clemens, perhaps for budgetary reasons, is interested in the small, out of the way rural areas that might harbor evil. He is fascinated by the chronology of murder, as in the tale, “Murder in the Mind,” and “second wives,” especially those who suspect that something odd happened to the first one.

    Clemens’s tales are clever, but also comforting. They take their time to establish settings, relationships, and potentialities. Thriller is right up the alley of those who relish tales of suspense in the Hitchcock Presents mode.

  • Take Me Home Blog #10 – Blogging Is For Weenies

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    CLEARLY THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME
    I know, it’s been a few weeks since I last posted, but I assure you all it’s for good reason: I was procrastinating. True, I did fly back to Ohio, then to New Hampshire for a wedding, but the bottom line is I am a sultan of procrastination. I wrote an essay on procrastination that got me an invite to the Library of Congress in D.C.. No, really. My thesis was: DON’T PROCRASTINATE BECAUSE PEOPLE WILL THINK YOU’RE PUTTING THINGS OFF. It was compelling, if I do say so myself.

    So what exactly would drive me to slack off so? I think I felt a little bit like I was letting you all down if I didn’t have something enthralling to say. It holds with my rules for this blog, one of the biggest being “I PROMISE NOT TO WRITE ABOUT WIPING MY ASS”. In other words, I don’t want to bore you with the day-to-day. I realize that the day-to-day is EXACTLY what a blog is a record of, but that point had been lost on me the last couple of weeks. Nevertheless, the black sheep has returned with a newfound purpose: TO CREATE.

    NO, NOT LIKE GOD. LIKE KIRK CAMERON.
    This site was intended to be an intimate discourse on film. While I don’t think it’s a failure in that department, I think we’ve strayed from one of the key objectives of me writing this and you reading this: TO MOTIVATE US. Si? So here’s what I propose: let’s make October THE MONTH WHERE IT ALL HAPPENS. If you’ve been sitting on an idea for a while, this is the month when you get it done. Brush the dust off that script! Call your buds! Set a date! I’ll do the same. Because until “Take Me Home” finds its funding once again, I’d rather have something to show for the year in waiting. Enough blogging! It’s time we made a film! If Kirk Cameron can do it (and oh man, can he!), then so can we. So let’s get to it!

    SO EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENS IN “THE MONTH WHERE IT ALL HAPPENS”?
    That depends on you. I am finally shooting that short film I wrote you all about back in Ohio. Now, because of actor scheduling, that won’t happen until October 30th. Which leads me to a bit of advice: give yourself as much prep time as possible. Yes, it’s a blast getting together with the gang and seeing what you can whip up, but keep in mind you’ve got a whole month (I’m discluding editing time. Just shooting something in one month is a huge task). But take the month to get it right: storyboard the whole film, study like-minded films, study how they’re lighting their actors, try replicating their style, find a good camera for a good price (to rent or buy), get your crew, get your cast, get your ass movin’! I am a firm believer in the notion that films are only as good as their pre-production.

    Meanwhile, I’m going to figure out a place where we can post our shorts to share with each other. In the meantime, here are a few storyboards from my short, “Untold”. By this time next week, let’s have our shorts fully formulated and as taught as Joan Rivers face. Pass it out to a few folks you trust. Listen to their feedback, weigh it, and make any adjustments. But when Friday comes, you’ve got a rock-steady shooting script. I’m shooting for the same deadline. And we’ll take it from there. OCTOBER WON’T KNOW WHAT HIT HER!!

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    (Author’s note: The author would like to clarify that his last statement was in no way, shape, or form a promotion of physical violence. He would like to point out that “October” is actually a month of the year and not a former girlfriend. The author has a deep respect for all women, even the ones who set out to ruin his life like his fiancee and his mother. He thanks you in advance for your understanding on this matter.)

    -Sam Jaeger

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 9/29/2006

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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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    • Have you experienced Zefrank’s The Show yet? You should. (Thingamabob)
    • Life is so very, very short – thank jebus it’s not lived like this. (Thingamabob)
    • Kangaroo fight! Kangaroo fight! Kangaroo fight! (Thingamabob)
    • If you’ve been living in the bowels of the earth, you can now see why everyone has called the final moments of Bob Newhart’s second sitcom, Newhart, one of the funniest moments in TV history. (Thingamabob)
    • I don’t know why, but I really and truly want one of these. (Thingamabob)

    Have a THINGAMABOB? Send it in!

  • Ken P. D. Snyde-Cast #15: The Prodigal ‘cast Returns

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    Adult Swim’s Dana Snyder and FRED’s Ken Plume set out to have a literate conversation between two pals, but inevitably devolve into a verbal, and funny, free-for-all full of bickering, infighting, and the special kind of male bonding that comes from conflict expressed through the podcast medium.

    Actor/comedian/raconteur Dana Snyder, you’re certainly aware, is Aqua Teen Hunger Force’s Master Shake, Squidbillies‘ Granny, Minoriteam’s Dr. Wang, and The Venture Bros.‘ Alchemist. Available for weddings and bar mitzvahs (bat availability pending), you can keep tabs on him via his website, www.eyeofthesnyder.com.

    Ken Plume is the editor-in-chief here at FRED. He is a friend of Dana’s, as well as his arch-nemesis.

    VISIT THE SNYDECAST EXPERIENCE

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    KEN P.D. SNYDECAST #15: The Prodigal ‘cast Returns – After a far too long break, [adult swim]’s Dana Snyder and Ken Plume’s weekly chat podcast returns from the road, eager to get back to a normal routine”¦ Which means telling travel stories, catching up on mail, and probably arguing.

    [CONTENT WARNING]: This podcast may contain some foul language and horribly off-color jokes. Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

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  • Weekend Shopping Guide 9/29/06: You Blockhead

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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…

    Fall has come, and that means another volume of The Complete Peanuts (Fantagraphics, $28.95 SRP). The sixth collection contains strips from the years 1961 to 1962, and is the first volume that I can fully state that Charles Schulz’s comic universe had fully matured into a form – both in writing and art – easily recognizable as modern Peanuts. This was a span that found Lucy entrenched in her psychiatrist booth, Charlie Brown as the world’s most maligned baseball manager, Sally finally coming of age, Charlie making a habit of writing to his pen pal, Snoopy at home on top of his doghouse, and the return of the Great Pumpkin. If you haven’t been picking up these collections, catch up while it’s still manageable – there’s a reason why Peanuts became a classic so quickly.

    I’ve been a fan of Scrooge McDuck’s adventures ever since I began reading comic books as a kid, many of whose stories were crafted by the legendary Carl Barks (who created Scrooge in 1947). It was natural that, as soon as it premiered, I became an instant fan of Disney’s animated DuckTales, which adapted many of Barks’ stories. With that in mind, I recommended to the good folks at Gemstone that they collected those Barks tales that were adapted and release them as such. Well, they took my idea, giving us two volumes of Carl Barks’ Greatest DuckTales Stories (Gemstone, $10.95 SRP), featuring a dozen classics from The Duck Man.

    Without The Chris Rock Show (HBO, Not Rated, DVD-$34.98 SRP) to pave the way, I doubt we would have seen Chappelle’s Show. Rock took edgy, matter-of-fact – and deeply funny – social observations about culture and race and built a show around talking frankly. Through sketches, guests, and musical performances, Rock was able to present a show were anything went, opening the door for Dave Chappelle to truly blow the rest of the walls down on basic cable. When watching the episodes found in this 3-disc set collecting seasons 1 & 2, it’s interesting to see just how much slower the pace was compared to what Chappelle would later do, but there’s no denying that the material is still strong and quite funny. The set also features commentaries from Rock.

    During the 80’s, running across and watching an episode of Mama’s Family (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$26.99 SRP) was like comfort food – no matter when I switched it on or ho much of the episode had already gone by, I couldn’t help but watch it. Spun off from The Carol Burnett Show and featuring Vicki Lawrence’s caustic-but-loving Mama character, the show always featured that old-school sitcom writing – always dependable for a solid belly-laugh. The 2-disc first season features all 13 episodes, but sadly no bonus features. Where’s our Mama commentary?

    The more I watched of Comedy Central’s Stella (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$26.99 SRP) – starring Michael Ian Black, Michael Showalter, and David Wain – it gradually dawned on me exactly what the show was… it’s a postmodern version of the Monkees TV show. The trio room together in a Manhattan apartment and engages in various absurd, often wacky, adventures in the face heavily-caricatured authority figures. They are the Monkees, and I love it. The 2-disc set features all 10 first season episodes, plus audio commentaries, Comedy Central Presents: Stella, deleted scenes, a history of Stella, and a blooper reel.

    If Rushmore‘s Max Fischer had been more inclined towards becoming a stand-up rather than a filmmaker, then he probably would have an act and delivery like Demetri Martin’s. As dry as Steven Wright and as skewed as Mitch Hedberg, his comedy is definitely a grower, but once you get swept up in the absurd observations and view of reality, it’s definitely worth the ride. See if you agree by picking up Demetri Martin: These Are Jokes (Comedy Central Records, $15.98 SRP), containing not only his CD, but also a DVD of his Comedy Central stand-up special and various bonus features including animations and rare footage.

    If you think the muck-racking, sensationalistic, celeb-fueled, vindictive journalism of people like Drudge is a recent invention, then you’ve never heard of the titular subject of Winchell (HBO, Rated R, DVD-$14.98 SRP). Stanley Tucci plays Walter Winchell with the verve and vigor of a man possessed by a desperate need for the attention his control of the airwaves in the 1930’s gave him – and the power it brought over both his friends and enemies, including stars and politicians. If history is cyclical, than Winchell’s legacy is still very much with us today.

    One of the BBC’s best literary adaptations – Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice – gets a deluxe 10th anniversary box set (A&E, Not Rated, DVD-$59.95 SRP), featuring not only the full 5-hour miniseries, but also a newly produced retrospective documentary with the cast and crew, and the new Jane Austen episode of Biography. If that weren’t enough, the gold-embossed cloth slipcase also includes a 120-page companion book packed with photos and behind-the-scenes information.

    Dave Smith’s The Official Encyclopedia of Disney (Disney Editions, $40.00 SRP) is one of those tomes that find a welcome slot in the library of any nerdy fan, packed with trivia and information about every scrap of minutiae you can imagine ever wanting to know about all things Disney – from the films to the theme parks. Heck, it even has an entry for Honker Muddlefoot. That, my friends, is one comprehensive book.

    First off, let me say that the soundtrack album for Running With Scissors (EMI, $18.98 SRP) is one of those wonderful mix tapes we’ve come to expect from an indie flick – including tracks like Manfred Mann’s “Blinded By The Light,” Elton John’s “Bennie and the Jets,” Phoebe Snow’s “Poetry Man,” the Vince Guaraldi Trio’s version of “O Tannenbaum,” Crosby Stills Nash’s “Teach Your Children,” and more. That being said, the film’s poster image (found on the cover) is the most disturbing use of an anthropomorphized hand since the poster for M*A*S*H.

    You want a new way to plan a weekend’s cinema experience? This past June, Docurama released a batch of amazing documentaries to DVD that had only been seen at select festivals around the country, inaugurating a DVD-based “Docurama Film Festival”, giving many of these films a shot at the spotlight and audiences. Encouraged by the success of the first go-round, they’re doing it again, and I’m going to take a moment to recommend the first trio of flicks I’ve seen from this go round, starting with Paul Devlin’s Power Trip (Docurama, Not Rated, DVD-$26.95 SRP), which chronicles American power company AES’s attempts to transform the dilapidated electrical infrastructure of Tbilisi (the capitol of the former Soviet Republic of Georgia), in the face of a political, economic, and social instability. It’s a quite touching portrait of the formerly Communist populace – who never had to pay for power under the old system – and the company’s attempts to get the people back on their feet in the face of open mutiny at the concept of paying for power. The disc features deleted scenes, Georgian PSAs, and more.

    The Education of Shelby Knox (Docurama, Not Rated, DVD-$26.95 SRP) focuses on one young girl’s attempt to bring sex education courses to her oppressively conservative Texas town, which is filled with religious fervor and raging hormones, plus the usual social ills and stigmas facing kids in any town, but which are amplified by the fanatical blindness of community leaders, parents, and even some of Shelby’s fellow teenagers.

    Finally, there’s Parallel Lines (Docurama, Not Rated, DVD-$26.95 SRP). On September 11, 2001, filmmaker Nina Davenport was in California. Her apartment was thousands of miles away in New York, overlooking the World Trade Center. Unable to book a flight back home, she was forced to rent a car and drive cross country – during which she decided to get out her camera and document her trip across America, and the people and opinions and hopes and dreams she encountered along the way. As the media went maudlin with their 9/11 anniversary coverage and Washington tried to use it as a political tool, Davenport’s film is a much-needed reminder that America isn’t about symbols – it’s about people. The disc also features an interview with Davenport.

    While most people might only know of The Byrds for “Mr. Tambourine Man” or “Turn Turn Turn,” listening to the 4-disc The Byrds: There Is A Season box set (Sony Legacy, $54.98 SRP) firmly establishes their place in music history, including soaring harmonies, folk transitioning to country-rock sound, and members who went on to seed other 60’s super-groups (including David Crosby). In addition to all of their album tracks, the set also features rarities, demos, and live cuts, plus a bonus DVD of rare TV appearances. Oh, and let’s not forget the nearly 100-page photo-filled booklet. Great, great stuff.

    I love peeks behind-the-scenes of the often absurd, unexpected realities behind-the-scenes of the entertainment industry, which is probably why I got a kick out of I Killed: True Stories of the Road from America’s Top Comics (Crown, $23.95 SRP). As you can guess from the title, it’s a collection of anecdotes and experiences culled from stand-ups including Chris Rock, Brett Butler, Larry David, Drew Carey, Tom Arnold, Ron White, Jay Leno, Mike Myers, and more, all about their time criss-crossing the country from club to club.

    I will say this – regardless of how kiddie-friendly the story itself may be, I found the character design and animation in Curious George (Universal, Rated G, DVD-$29.98 SRP) to be absolutely stunning. I mean, this is some of the most appealing design work I’ve seen from any studio in years, and that includes the biggies at Disney and even Pixar. Like I said, the story is slight and mainly for the youngsters, but adults can get quite a few visual oohs and ahs of their own. Bonus materials include deleted scenes, behind-the-scenes featurettes, and a sing-along Jack Johnson music video.

    I’ve always been interested in the story of Bettie Page – the legendary 1950’s pin-up model whose erotic photos in that straightlaced era led to a Senate investigation. In particular, what motivated her to become an icon of sensuality in an age of repressed sexuality, and even more than that, what happened to her? The Notorious Bettie Page (HBO, Rated R, DVD-$27.98 SRP) attempts to answer many of those questions, and features an amazing performance by Gretchen Mol as Page. Bonus materials include an audio commentary, a featurette on the “Pin-Up Queen Universe,” “Presenting Bettie Page,” and the theatrical trailer.

    The Art of Winnie The Pooh (Disney Editions, $35.00 SRP) is a collection of dozens of pieces featuring the denizens of the Hundred-Acre Wood done by Disney artists. While that may seem pretty straightforward, what’s surprising about the artwork is just how diverse the styles are – no one was restricted to a house style or thematic, but were instead allowed to interpret Pooh and friends in their own style, making for a page-turning range with plenty of surprises.

    To his day, I can think of no crueler – and honestly, no sadistically funnier – joke than to make an aspiring actor of 20 years believe that he has finally landed the lead in an epic movie. That the victim is a completely clueless, incredibly deluded man who could never land such a role – with good reason – is only half the joke, with the remainder made up by his unbelievable faith that the elaborate fantasy around him is actually deserved. Windy City Heat (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$19.99 SRP) deserves its place as a cult classic, and watching Perry – the victim – actually develop a star complex over the course of “filming” is truly priceless. The DVD features an extended cut of the film, footage from when Perry found out about the joke, audio/video commentary from Perry, deleted scenes, and more.

    I’ve said it before, but it’s absolutely true that practically every season of Everybody Loves Raymond (HBO, Not Rated, DVD-$44.98 SRP) is virtually interchangeable, and that goes for the show’s 7th season, as well. The antics of the Barone family were pretty consistent across its run, making for the perfect escapist sitcom – like a latter day Honeymooners, with clearly defined characters and conflicts. And I mean that in the best possible way. It’s like the Law & Order of sitcoms. The 5-disc set features all 25 episodes, plus a quartet of audio commentaries, deleted scenes, and a blooper reel.

    A Slight Case of Murder (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP) is wonderfully comic noir-throwback, starring William H. Macy as on-air film critic Terry Thorpe, a man in the wrong place at the wrong time who’s seen one-too-many crime movies. With a supporting cast that includes Adam Arkin, James Cromwell, and Felicity Huffman, you know it’s got to be at least worth checking out.

    I always sit down with one of the University of Mississippi Press’s “Conversations With Filmmakers” books with the intention of reading just an interview or two before going off to do something else, but I always find myself engrossed by the in-depth discussions – and before I know it, I’m done. The latest volumes are Woody Allen: Interviews and Howard Hawks: Interviews (University of Mississippi Press, $20.00 SRP each).

    If you were to cross The A-Team with Magnum PI, their bastard child would have been the 80’s series Riptide (Sony, Not Rated, DVD-$39.95 SRP). It was everything an 80’s action-medy should, featuring two pals, a detective agency in LA, and a nebbish 3rd wheel solving mysterious cases. The 30-disc set features all 13 first season episodes, but not a single bonus feature.

    In what can only be described as a Stephen King fest, you can blow some of your hard-earned cash picking up special editions of both The Dead Zone and Pet Sematary (Paramount, Rated R, DVD-$14.99 SRP each) – both featuring audio commentaries and newly-produced featurettes – as well as King and director Mick Garris’s adaptation of Desperation (Lionsgate, Rated R, DVD-$26.98 SRP), featuring commentary and King’s “Postcards from Bangor, ME.”

    On the bubble after it was announced that UPN and The WB would be merging to form The CW, fans of One Tree Hill can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that their show will be back, and can relive senior year via the new 3rd season box-set (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$59.98 SRP). The 6-disc set features unaired scenes, a gag reel, and both commentary and a behind-the-scenes featurette for the episode “With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, Tired Souls, We Slept.”

    If you’ve been collecting the DVDs of Cosgrove Hall’s beautiful stop-motion Wind in the Willows series, you’ll want to make sure you add the 2-disc Wind in the Willows: Feature Film Collection (A&E, Not Rated, DVD-$29.95 SRP), containing the original features that started it all, including the adaptation of Kenneth Grahame’s original tales, plus A Tale of Two Toads. Bonus features include an interview with Brian Cosgrove, an episode from season 3, and a photo gallery.

    If the full season box sets are a little too financially intimidating – or you’re completely unfamiliar with their work – than The Best of The Kids In The Hall: Volume 1 (A&E, Not Rated, DVD-$14.95 SRP) is probably your best bet. The first volume contains the 4 best-of shows created for the first two seasons, and also features the audio commentaries with the Kids from the full box sets.

    While the movie is pretty run-of-the-mill, I found myself being carried forward by Down In The Valley (Lionsgate, Rated R, DVD-$27.98 SRP) almost entirely by its cast – Edward Norton, Evan Rachel Wood, and David Morse. Faced with troubled teen (Wood), a suburban cowboy (Norton) falls head over boots in love despite a dark secret and a father (Morse) intent on keeping the two apart. Bonus features include a filmmaker Q&A and deleted scenes.

    Knowing there were some structural pitfalls, I paid extra-close attention during The Lake House (Warner Bros., Rated PG, DVD-$28.98 SRP) – which finds Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock as two would-be lovers who trade letters while living in the same house by the lake… The catch being they’re two years apart and the mailbox is magic. Or something. I don’t know. No matter how hard I paid attention, I never really understood the whole concept of the thing. Don’t get me wrong – it’s not a bad film at all, it’s just… Well, come on… Magic Mailbox. Bonus features include additional scenes, outtakes, and the theatrical trailer.

    Relatively brief, the latest Danger Mouse collection (A&E, Not Rated, DVD-$39.95 SRP) sports the show’s final 4 seasons – 21 episodes in total – across its 3 discs. As if that weren’t enough, there’s also a bonus episode of Count Duckula (“Town Hall Terrors”), alternative theme song options, and a theme song karaoke.

    If you want proof of close-mindedness, look no further than the case of NBC’s *extremely* short-lived The Book Of Daniel (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP). Once religious extremists in this country heard that the show featured a priest (Aidan Quinn) who actually had the temerity to question the church hierarchy and – you know – actually live in the world with his family, the sirens went a-wailing (sight unseen, mind you) and NBC buckled by canceling the show almost immediately. Some people might want to look up the word “tolerance,” while those looking for a thought-provoking show yanked before its time should check out this DVD set, featuring all 5 episodes, plus deleted scenes.

    Okay, who can possibly resist a Thunder In Paradise Collection (Lionsgate, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP)? I mean, it’s 3-discs full of Hulk Hogan and speedboats. Hulk Hogan and speedboats!!! I am so there.

    For the life of me, I can’t understand what anyone sees in the Fast and the Furious franchise. To me, it’s hyperactive crap in fast cars – which I guess, when I think about it, must be the appeal. For those who get off on it, there’s the third installment – Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift (Universal, Rated PG-13, DVD-$29.98 SRP). Bonus features include deleted scenes, commentary, a location featurette, and a look at the car customization.

    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…

  • Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Review; The Texas Chainsaw Massacre with Gunnar Hansen interview

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    If you’re like me – that is, barely able to keep up with the new movies and DVDs, thus without the luxury to dip back into the past – than you probably haven’t seen The Texas Chainsaw Massacre in a long time. I know I haven’t. Therefore the film came as a renewed surprise. Not only was it even better than I remembered it, but the film is surprisingly, at least by today’s standards, minimal in its violence and gore. What TCSM does accomplish, however, and still effectively, is to create a mood, at atmosphere of unrelenting terror.

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    Joe Bob Briggs has probably written the definitive history-analysis of TCSM, reprinted and expanded for his book, Profoundly Disturbing, and there is at least one whole book, an oral history, dedicated to the film ( The Texas Chain Saw Massacre Companion, by Stefab Jaworzyn, from Titan books), and Robin Wood has explored its implications as far back as the early 1980s. All that I can do, on the occasion of the film’s reissued on DVD by Dark Sky Films in a two disc ultimate edition, restored and re-mastered according to the box (street date Tuesday, September 26, $29.95), is to explore some of its discreet effects.

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    Joe Bob points out that TCSM reverses the traditional trajectory of cautionary tales people watched in the first part of the century, in films such as Sunrise, i.e., that the country is pure and that the city is corrupt and destructive. Here, a band of teens take a trip into the country and are, mostly, destroyed by the corruption and isolation of the vast plains of Texas. Briggs might have added that in its way TCSM is a film soleil, that is, a horror noir like Val Lewton’s horror noirs, but set in the bright sunshine of the suddenly ominous great outdoors, with lawn mowers in the background and breezes rustling the hay and the wash drawing on a line. Very little of TCSM actually takes place in the dark, indeed even indoors. Cars, woods, country roads – these are the sites of most of TCSM‘s horrific events.

    Not only is the film a horror soleil, but it is a comedy. As with Hitchcock’s Psycho, there are in jokes, perhaps put in place to relieve the tension of the set. But ultimately like horror films, or at least the best horror films, are really comedies, or, in the case of Frankenstein, tragi-comedies. In fact I might be willing to argue that the greatest horror film of all time is Abbott and Costello meet Frankenstein, because it so explicitly a balancing act between authentic humor and legitimate horror.

    Chainsaw's Neal

    In TCSM, the whole of the state is nuts. The film starts out with eerie noises (the film’s music and sound production is superb, one is delighted to be reminded), and a man is apparently creating a sculpture out of recently unearth human parts, the same incident reported on the news simultaneously. Soon we learn that the whole of Texas is crazy, and the film creates a mood that links the current events of the film with Charles Whitman and the JFK assassination. This is a state, in the film’s view, in which bored citizens start visiting graves when the desecration hits the news, turning the event into the occasion for a festival. The scuzzy man (Edwin Neal) who created the body part art gets into the teen’s van shortly thereafter and scares the heck out of them with his odd way of talking and his ritual worship of and fascination with blood (yet he is also strangely appealing to at least one of the passengers).

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    One of the best sequences of brooding suspense occurs when two of the kids make their way at last to the house of horror (in the past a neighbor of relatives of some of the kids). As they trod up through the yard to the house, they pass benign house hold items, yet a buzzing in the air is ominous, and The 2003 remake produced by Michael Bay got this part of the film just right.

    The comedy elements of the film come into full view, as it were, behind closed doors, where the family is truly horrific, as well as unpredictable, and funny in their outrageous way, bickering as if they were a normal American family, and didn’t have bones and bodies and stuff corpses littering the rooms. The effect of the film lingers for hours, if not years, later, as Sally (Marilyn Burns) manages to escape but is reduced to a quivering heap, while the Chainsaw family is injured but still there. Tobe Hooper and his collaborators leave it there, stopping in media res as so many subsequent horror films were to do, hinting at sequels and letting the horror living beyond any false conclusions on the screen.

    Dark Sky offers up this DVD of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the film’s fourth iteration in the medium) in a widescreen anamorphic, 1.78:1 frame taken from the original 16mm elements. The disc has subtitles in English and Spanish under English, Dolby Digital 5.1, Dolby Digital 2.0 Stereo, and English Dolby Digital 1.0 tracks.

    Chainsaw Tobe Hooper

    Disc one of the two disc set has several supplements, beginning with a new audio commentary by actors Marilyn Burns, Paul A. Partain, Allen Danziger, and art designer Robert A. Burns, which is moderated and highly informative (two of the participants later died). The disc also reprises an earlier commentary with director Tobe Hooper, cinematographer Daniel Pearl, and actor Gunnar Hansen. The supplements conclude with trailers, and TV and radio spots.Disc two includes the 73 minute documentary “Texas Chain Saw Massacre: The Shocking Truth” plus the 74 minute documentary “Flesh Wounds,” which would tell you all there is to know about the film were it not for the existence of a third making of doc out that not included on this box. In other extras, Gunnar Hansen takes the viewer on a tour of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre house, and the disc ends with deleted scenes and outtakes, a blooper reel, a stills gallery, and even outtakes from “The Shocking Truth,” which provide even more information.

    Chainsaw Gunnar Hansen

    I had the chance to interview Gunnar Hansen via email on the occasion of the film’s 32 anniversary release. Hansen, who was born in Iceland, is now a poet and editor living in Maine, with a sideline in acting and documentary making. Here are the results of the interview:

    What is the role of the horror film in mass culture these days? And if that role has changed in 30 years, how has it altered?

    These days horror films are big again, with bigger and bigger budgets, after a long period of decline. I don’t think that horror ever declined for real fans, but it certainly did for the general public. I think these cycles of interest are what horror has to suffer through. At the time Chainsaw came out, horror movies were pretty much moribund after a couple of brilliant flashes in the 1960s – Psycho and Night of the Living Dead. Chainsaw changed all that. Horror movies got interesting again. Then as the cycle came all the way around, most horror fillms started getting dull again. (Call me old fashioned, but Scream just doesn’t do it for me.). Now, finally, we seem to be in a strong revival, and once again horror films are back into the mass culture. What excites me about this is that their popularity means that maybe soon a new Tobe Hooper will come along and redefine horror again. It’s about time.

    What do you think of the fact that the movie is both a cult hit among horror fans and a darling of high brow critics such as Robin Wood? It suggests that despite its roots in horror it has great universal appeal.

    I’m glad to see that the movie holds up well for both ends of the critical spectrum. From a horror fan’s point of view, it delivers the goods – it is disturbing and scary and entertaining. At the same time, for the critic, it has resonance (as a critic might say). It can be seen as being about more than just the surface story, and it has enough substance (and technical niceties) to it that it bears up to close examination. It’s well constructed and compelling – and it is appealing on so many levels. Rex Reed called it the scariest movie he had ever seen. At the same time there were plenty of people who hated the movie. In 1977, Harper’s published an article called “The Pornography of Violence,” in which the writer called Chainsaw, “A vile little piece of sick crap with literally nothing to recommend it.” And this kind of attention, of course, only gave it more exposure and extended its audience. But it’s funny to me that so many high-brow critics now want to claim it as their own. I have read articles saying, in effect, “When Chainsaw came out, it was almost universally ignored. Only a few of us perceptive film theorists understood its depth.” Which of course is a load of road apples. The movie was a hit with the public from the first day; the high-brow film academics had to play catch-up.

    Since you are masked throughout the movie, I imagine that few people “recognize” you on the street or within the biz. Has that been a help or a hindrance in your subsequent career?

    I don’t think that the mask has meant much one way or another for my career. (It has, though, been a convenience, since I like not being recoginized on the street.) I never really intended to have a career as an actor. I tried out for the part of Leatherface because I was curious to learn about what it was like to work on a movie. Once the movie came out, I continued to pursue a writing career. The mask didn’t affect that. But, of course, Chainsaw‘s success meant I was getting offered new roles. I finally gave in, and in 1987 started working in films again. And, again, the mask didn’t matter. What mattered was that I had played in a very successful horror movie, and I was being offered horror roles. And that was just fine with me.

    The cult flavor of Chain must have taken all of you by surprise. By this time, though, over 30 years later, do you wish the film would just go away?

    Yes, Chainsaw‘s cult following really did surprise me. I had hoped that the movie would be successful enough that after a few years a few hard-core fans would remember it. I never imagined more for it. All these years later, though, I really don’t wish the movie would go away. I’m proud of it and my chance to be part of it. Its cult status has allowed me to act in other films and now and then attend a horror fan convention. And at the same time, I am able to do the other work I love – writing.

    Who is your favorite poet? If there is only one. Or, rather, Who is your favorite poet right now?

    Right now it’s probably Wallace Stevens. But there are others whose names have been popping up lately: Andrew Marvel, Donald Hall, Philip Larkin.

    Who are some of your favorite writers in general?

    Non-fiction writers: Bruce Chatwin, E.B. White, John McPhee. I don’t know whether I have favorite fiction writers, other than the obvious, Herman Melville. Some favorite novels include Par Lagerkvist’s The Sybil, Jerzy Kosinski’s Painted Bird, and Gabriel Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude.

    Which is worse: pretending to kill people with a chainsaw, or editing the copy of writers for publication?

    Editing copy. At least bad copy does now and then make me dream of oiling-up the saw.

    Once you got into it, what was one big thing about the movie business that took you by surprise?

    I assume we’re talking about the movie business, rather than movie making. So often it seems to me that people in the business really don’t say what they mean. You either learn quickly to devine the meanings, or you spend a lot of time wondering what really got said at that last meeting. To slightly rephrase George Burns, “The secret to success in Hollywood is sincerity. Once you can fake that, you’ve got it made.”

  • Interview: Jonathan Coulton

    -By Ken Plume

    coulton 01.jpgCyber-troubadour Jonathan Coulton is an evil, evil man who must be destroyed.

    Why this call to action? Because he’s immensely talented, an amazingly gifted songwriter, and his incredible creativity both intimidates a normal, ungifted person like myself and drives me to distraction with catchy tunes and wordplay.

    Damn him to hell, I can’t stop listening to his music.

    That includes his first album Smoke Monkey, his first EP, Where Tradition Meets Tomorrow, and the first collection of his online songwriting experiment, Thing-a-Week.

    Coulton ends his epic, year-long “Thing a Week” series of songs today with #52 (which makes sense, when you think about it).

    He’s also currently criss-crossing the country with legendary raconteur, humorist, DAILY SHOW correspondent, humanitarian, and author of The Areas Of My Expertise, John Hodgman. Like The Monkees before them, they could be coming to your town.

    You can purchase all of his discs, plus other merch, as well as partake of more sonic goodness at www.JonathanCoulton.com. While you’re over there, be sure to check out the other 51 Things – and pick up his CDs. And pledge your life to him. That talented bastard.

    I had a chance to talk to Coulton about all things Thing, his groundbreaking use of the internet, and how the paradigm shift affects him as an artist. Of course, this was after I mistakenly called him on his cell instead of his land line, allowing me to immediately launch into completely self-effacing mode…

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    JONATHAN COULTON: Hello?

    KEN PLUME: I did get the correct number now, right?

    COULTON: Ah. There we go. Perfect.

    KP: See, that’s how we start off an interview poorly on my end.

    COULTON: (laughing)

    KP: Can’t follow directions, probably did very little research…

    COULTON: That’s right. I’ve deducted all sorts of points already.

    KP: Yes. I did not know I’d be judged.

    COULTON: (laughing)

    KP: It’s like so many other things in my life.

    COULTON: Always, always.

    KP: Now I see how this is going to go…

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: Well, now that I know I’m being judged…

    COULTON: You gonna rewrite some of your questions?

    KP: You’re quite uh, a witty, handsome fellow.

    COULTON: (laughing)

    KP: And I brought an apple. Well, I’ll have to work on that, I guess.

    COULTON: Yeah, do your best.

    KP: Well, I’ve already completely thrown that out the window, so I’m just gonna coast now. Uh, so, as far as, have you ever… you’ve obviously read the interview that I did with John (Hodgman), so…

    COULTON: I have, yes.

    KP: You’ve got a sense of how poorly these things can go.

    COULTON: Yes.

    KP: So, really, it’s all on your shoulders.

    COULTON: Yeah. No pressure though, right?

    KP: No, none at all.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: It’s not like writing a song a week for a year.

    COULTON: Yeah. For instance.

    KP: Which I think is a lot more pressure, when you come down to it.

    COULTON: Yeah, it was a lot of pressure. There were some weeks that were absolutely excruciating. I mean, there were certainly some times when an idea would come to me early on in the week and it came together by itself and I was done by late Thursday morning, and I could relax. But then there were other weeks where Friday at 2 in the afternoon I still had no ideas. Or maybe one idea that I hated.

    KP: What would you do with the hated idea? How many of those actually made it to finished form?

    COULTON: Quite a few of them. I found that a pattern developed near the end of the cycle, which is that I would get an idea, and I would recognize the moment when I was at the bottom of the trough. When I hated the idea the most, when I doubted myself the most… when I was entirely confident that this would never ever become a song. And I actually learned to recognize that moment as not a true thing. Because even the ones that I hated, when I plowed through, and when I wrote them – when I forced them to become full songs – most of the time I liked them pretty well.

    KP: So, was that just a feeling born of stress more than anything else?

    COULTON: Yeah, I think it’s stress, and I also think it’s just the…

    KP: Standard artistic doubting?

    COULTON: Well yeah, it’s that, and it’s also when you see any nugget of a song out of context, it’s not that great. You know? Every piece of a song is strengthened by the rest of it, so when you have one silly line about somebody who likes to… “Mr. Fancy Pants, who always has the fanciest pants.” It’s easy to say, “Oh, well, that sucks. You can’t make anything of that.” And then a few stressful hours later, you have a song a minute and a half long.

    coulton 02.jpgQS: So what would be the biggest turnaround in your feelings on a song? If you were to choose one that completely went a 180 on you?

    COULTON: Good question. I have to look in my songlist. I have to go to my website. What’s my website now?

    KP: I believe it’s jonathancoulton.com.

    COULTON: Ah, yes, thank you. I’m going to the songs page, where I can see all of the songs that I’ve written and listened to, because I like…

    KP: I believe people can even purchase CDs of those songs on that page…

    COULTON: Yeah, you can even purchase CDs from there if you want to. Oh, you know what the biggest turnaround was? I know the answer to this question, actually. It was a song called “When You Go,” which was one of those things where late in the week I didn’t have very many ideas. I had one that I really liked very much, that was sort of dull and hokey, and I wrote it all the way through and that song… I love that song. And I really was, I think a very… it’s not a very upbeat song. It’s a pretty sad breakup song. And I think that the sadness within that song came from the sadness in me not being able to write anything that week.

    KP: I think one of the interesting things when you look at the 52 song cycle, is that you pretty much cover just about every emotion, genre, thought…

    COULTON: Well, you would have to.

    KP: You would think.

    COULTON: (laughing)

    KP: Considering the construction process, what would be then the easiest song that came to you? One that you had done by, let’s say, Monday?

    COULTON: “Shop Vac” came to me that way. “Shop Vac” was… of course, that was early on in the process. That was when I wasn’t feeling much pressure at all, but yeah, that song came to me when I was actually using a shop vac on the roof to vacuum up some leaves and mud and stuff, and just kind of whistling to myself, enjoying my time alone with my shop vac.

    KP: As men are wont to do.

    COULTON: As men are wont to do. And it occurred to me, “When did I become this person?” The chorus sort of popped into my head fully formed, and then the rest of it came pretty easily. That was a quick one.

    KP: Where do you find inspiration comes from most – a lyric or a melody?

    COULTON: I found myself writing two kinds of songs. There are ones that spring from a lyric and a character, and that moment of inspiration is usually one of these fully formed things where there’s a… I’ll get a lyric and I know who’s speaking and I know what’s motivating them and why they’re saying that. And then I can write around that character.

    KP: Like a “Mr. Fancy Pants” kinda thing.

    COULTON: Like “Mr. Fancy Pants,” right. Or “Shop Vac,” or also the… “Re: Your Brain” was like that, too. The chorus of that, all we want to do is eat your brain. That came to me, and I pretty much knew who was talking. I knew that it was a zombie. I was imagining a zombie saying that and I was imagining that his attitude was, “What’s the big deal? Why can’t we work this out?” And so the rest of it just became fleshing out that character.

    KP: No pun intended.

    COULTON: And there are other songs that are much more musically based, and a lot of these came later in the year when I had sort of run the gamut of all the robot and monkey songs I could think of.

    KP: And yet you still surprised yourself.

    COULTON: (laughing) And I still surprised myself. And sometimes it’s the music that… it starts with the music, and then I sort of fill in words until I get some sort of a story.

    KP: Do you find yourself gravitating musically towards certain kinds of chords or progressions that are sort of an identifier of a “Jonathan Coulton song”?

    COULTON: Oh, god, absolutely. I’m so sick of them. I’m so sick of writing sad songs in D, I can’t stand it.

    KP: Yeah, that should be the title of an album.

    COULTON: (laughing) Yeah, I have a… I’m sure it’s the same for every guitarist, but I have what I consider to be a bag of cheap tricks that I use over and over again in different ways. And certainly writing a song a week, you start to see your patterns pretty quickly. So I would find myself, to keep from writing the same song over and over again, I would have to just put a cap on the guitar and just play the same chords but way high up on the neck. Or I would have to force myself to write a song in the key of E this week. “Let’s do E. We haven’t done E in a while.” (laughing)

    KP: You should have just gone for the key of life.

    COULTON: Well, that’s true, that’s worked out well for someone, didn’t it?

    KP: Yes, I believe it did.

    COULTON: That was Stevie Wonder.

    KP: You need to go that direction. Not the blind direction.

    COULTON: (laughing) No, not the blind direction.

    KP: But you keep vacuuming up on the roof like that who knows what could happen.

    COULTON: Yes, it could fly into your eyes.

    KP: Yeah, see? Have some kind of vac accident.

    COULTON: (laughing)

    KP: Would you say that you made any musical discoveries about yourself during the process? Like, “Oh, it surprised me that I can go to that place…”

    COULTON: I did. There were a couple of songs… I feel like I’ve learned a lot about my voice through all of this. Maybe part of that is learning to record it better. I don’t know. But I feel like I’ve discovered both the highs and the lows. I discovered that I can… how to really work a slow sad song with my voice, and also how to push it a little bit and make it sound a little more… oh, I don’t know, rock ‘n’ roll. Not that I sound very rock ‘n’ roll ever, but there were a couple of songs that I surprised myself at how much more dangerous I was able to get my voice to sound than usual.

    KP: So you think it was just a matter of forcing yourself to go to those places?

    COULTON: Yeah, that it was really just having the confidence to sing out loud and scream when necessary, and not worry about the neighbors hearing me.

    KP: Is that what had prevented you before then?

    COULTON: I think that’s a lot of it. It’s very hard recording in Brooklyn in an apartment building. It’s noisy. There’s noise coming in from everywhere. And it’s also, you can hear people through the wall on the other side, so you know that when you’re singing at the top of your lungs for the fifth time in a row because you can’t get the lyric right, a line about zombies wanting to eat brains, you know that somebody on the other side of the wall is saying, “What is going on?” It can be a little intimidating.

    KP: But that’s what gives New York its character.

    COULTON: (laughing) That’s true. And the museums are terrific.

    KP: And now they’ve lost at least one of those things.

    COULTON: I know! What’s happening?

    KP: It’s people who want to go off and have roofs.

    COULTON: I know (laughing). Totally unreasonable.

    KP: I know. You’re gonna have to someday rectify to them. Now they miss you, I’m sure.

    COULTON: I’m sure, I’m sure.

    KP: They’re probably visiting your site every day.

    COULTON: Yeah…

    KP: “Remember the zombie guy? We go visit his site.”

    COULTON: (laughing)

    KP: Going back to the beginning, what was the initial impetus for doing the “Thing a Week”?

    COULTON: Well, you know it actually came from… when I was wrapping up my day job – I had this day job writing software – it was the last few weeks that I was working there…

    KP: What kind of software were you writing?

    COULTON: I wrote in Visual Basic.

    KP: Oh, I remember that well.

    COULTON: Microsoft SQL server. It was a database for executive recruiting firms.

    KP: Wow. Accounting wasn’t good enough for you, huh?

    COULTON: No, no. I’m not an accounting schmuck.

    KP: No, no.

    COULTON: I’m about the recruiting.

    KP: Numbers – no.

    COULTON: I’m a people person. Which is why I wrote software for people.

    KP: Yes. For people to use to find other people.

    COULTON: Yeah. And so I was near the end of my time there and everybody knew that I was going, and I was talking to a coworker of mine, and he said, “What are you gonna do?” And I said, “I don’t know. I really don’t know!” ‘Cause I didn’t have any plan at all.

    KP: Starve…

    COULTON: Yeah. I sort of wanted to starve and not do anything for a little while. I was leaving specifically to try to do some music, but I didn’t have any specific plan. And he said, “You should write a song a week for a year.” And I said, “Ha ha, that’s insane, you could never do that.”

    KP: “And now I leave you. Good day, sir.”

    COULTON: Yeah! (laughing) And I sort of laughed it off and said, “Oh that would be amazing, but I can’t imagine that I could possibly do that.” And then a few weeks after I had stopped working, I said “Well, why not try doing a song a week for a little while, and see what happens?” And it wasn’t even gonna be a song, it was gonna be maybe an idea or a little sketch. A little interesting guitar part that I liked.

    KP: Hence the “Thing” part instead of…

    COULTON: I didn’t want to call it “Song a week” ’cause I felt like there was too much pressure. And I think the very first one was kind of this throwaway experimental thing… and then the second one was a song, and then the third one was a song, and then it was all over. I couldn’t go back.

    KP: At what point did you feel locked into it?

    COULTON: You know, I think not until… not until maybe 15 songs in. When I could actually see the halfway mark to a year… when I could actually start thinking about, “Oh, I might write 20 songs, I might write 25 songs, I could write 26 songs. That’s half a year.” Then it actually felt like a possibility to me.

    KP: So, in other words, when you stopped looking for an easy way out.

    COULTON: Exactly. Yeah. And that’s actually when it became a lot more difficult, I think. I think I was writing a lot more easily in the beginning.

    KP: When you thought you did have an exit.

    COULTON: Yeah, when I thought I could stop at any time, and when nobody was really paying any attention. And then every week more and more people were listening, and every week it was closer and closer to the possibility that I could go for an entire year.

    KP: Well, I mean, the beautiful thing is that you also hit this perfect zeitgeisty moment with the rise of stuff like Boing Boing and YouTube and ScreenHead, and blogs in particular, to where you have this entire sort of rapid fire network by which these things can be shared with people.

    COULTON: Yeah. I wish I could say that I thought that through and that that was part of my plan, but…

    KP: It’s not like you were recording stuff on an answering machine or something.

    COULTON: Yeah! (laughing)

    KP: I mean, that’s so low tech.

    COULTON: What kind of fool would do that?

    KP: It’s so twentieth century.

    COULTON: Yeah, exactly. But they did that every day.

    KP: Yeah, well, that’s just nuts.

    COULTON: Yeah, but it was also – they were not full songs.

    KP: Yeah, not until you bought the album.

    COULTON: Yeah, right. Then you realized that they… (laughing)!

    KP: No but you really just hit this unique pocket whereby.. I mean, look at something like the Second Life concert you did, where that wasn’t even feasible technologically a year ago.

    COULTON: Yeah. No, that’s very true. And it’s funny to see… and I’m not trying to claim credit for this movement, but…

    KP: No, go ahead.

    COULTON: I think that independently I think a lot of people have come up with the same idea of doing any sort of art on a regular… on a suicidally regular basis. There’s people who do a painting every day.

    KP: Well I’m doing “Chat a Week” now.

    COULTON: You’re doing “Chat a Week”?

    KP: Yeah.

    COULTON: What’s that?

    KP: I have no idea yet.

    COULTON: Oh. Fantastic.

    KP: But get back to me in a year.

    COULTON: (laughing)!

    KP: You can buy the book.

    COULTON: I mean, you can call it web 2.0 or whatever you want to call it, but I agree that the blogging world has gotten really big in the last couple of years, and podcasting has had this meteoric rise. And I credit those guys a heck of a lot for the number of listeners that I now have. I mean, it’s basically airplay on national radio, except there’s no radio involved.

    KP: Well it’s not even national, it’s international.

    COULTON: It’s international, yeah.

    KP: At what point did you feel the momentum being taken from something that you were having to sort of push to all of a sudden it had a life of its own?

    COULTON: I think when… well, early on, “Baby Got Back” was sort of a phenomenon. That was my first real taste of what a viral hit could do. By which I mean, take down your site. And that was very exciting, but it was like crack. Because it felt so good while it was happening, and then 24 hours later it was just gone. (laughing) It was this huge spike, and then back down to the levels where I was before. And so that was my first taste. And then I think somewhere after Christmas… well, there was “Flickr,” which was the next really big hit. And that’s when I started to notice that the tone had changed a little bit, and that people were speaking of me, writing of me, as if they expected the reader to know who I was. You know what I mean?

    KP: Right.

    COULTON: It wasn’t like, “Here’s this guy Jonathan Coulton and here’s what he does.” It was like, “Oh, Jonathan Coulton just did this.”

    KP: “Here’s his latest.”

    COULTON: Right. And that’s when I started to feel like there was definitely something going on out there.

    KP: How does that feel?

    COULTON: It felt terrific. It really was so, so validating. That’s why it’s so hard to stop Googling yourself, because you… if you’re lucky, you come across a complete stranger who’s saying these nice things about you who thinks that you’re a famous person. And it’s really…

    coulton 03.jpgQS: So what was the longest, most disturbing Googling session you’ve ever done…

    COULTON: (laughing)!

    KP: Because we all know that’s where it leads. Sitting there for three hours going, “Oh, I’ll go to Classmates.com. See if they…”

    COULTON: Yeah. No, it’s true. Well, you know, I have a whole routine that I go through every morning, which involves pushing as many things back out of my inbox as I can. Making a list of the things I don’t get to so that I can get to them later. And then doing the same on MySpace. Getting emails, accepting friendship requests…

    KP: That’s a horrible phrase when you actually think about it.

    COULTON: Oh, I know. It’s gross. It’s disgusting. I hate MySpace. You know, I feel like I gotta do it. Um, and then… then I’ll go to Technocrati, see what posts have come through, and of course you know that every time I get alerted about a trackback to an entry on my site I check out the context, ’cause I have to see what they’re saying about me. So yeah, it’s easy to get lost.

    KP: I often wonder in this day and age of stuff like MySpace and approving friends and Googling yourself, what would Charles Schulz have written if he had done Peanuts and Charlie Brown now…

    COULTON: (laughing)!

    KP: Would it be a Valentine’s Day card, or would it be, “Why haven’t you approved me?”

    COULTON: (laughing)! I think you’re absolutely right. Although you know, I gotta say, I don’t know…

    KP: “No one approves Charlie Brown.”

    COULTON: (laughing)! No one approves Charlie Brown. “I’m not gonna approve that blockhead.”

    KP: Yeah! Meanwhile, Snoopy’s friend list is stratospheric. “How do you even get a laptop up there?”

    COULTON: Yeah. I don’t even know if MySpace is gonna last long enough to have that kind of cultural resonance. I mean, I guess there’s always gonna be a thing like MySpace, but I don’t know if it’s always going to be MySpace.

    KP: I think it’s gonna be one of those things where eventually it’ll collapse, but the idea of it will carry forth and people will always refer to it as a MySpace kinda thing.

    COULTON: Yeah, that’s probably true.

    KP: There’s a chance Google could disappear.

    COULTON: Yeah, sure.

    KP: Remember searching with Hotbot?

    COULTON: Absolutely! Nobody could imagine Hotbot ever going away.

    KP: That’s the smart one. You don’t use Yahoo.

    COULTON: No, Yahoo sucks.

    KP: And Google, what the hell is that? Not even a word. And this is just, what, 10 years and all this has gone by the wayside?

    COULTON: I know. And it’s just gonna get faster and faster until we’re all replaced by robots.

    KP: I find it encouraging that when you have so many flash in the pan endeavors on the internet, that you could have the consistency for “Thing a Week” over what, in modern time, is quite a huge span – and actually build the audience and build the reputation. Now you have people waiting with baited breath as to how it’s all going to end and what you’re going to do next.

    COULTON: Right. Yeah, it’s been great. I would quibble with you on the suggestion that I’ve been consistent. I certainly don’t feel like I’ve been very consistent at all.

    KP: Here’s the way I look at it: in this day and age, if you’ve finished it, you’ve been consistent.

    COULTON: (laughing) Right!

    KP: Because look at all the abandoned husks across the net.

    COULTON: It’s true.

    KP: Of Danny Bonaduce and Willie Aames fan sites.

    COULTON: That’s very true. Just lasting for a year doing anything is a pretty…

    KP: Actually completing a stated goal…

    COULTON: Yeah, that’s true. A friend of mine who’s a professor of English literature, of all things, was talking about these shows, CSI, and he said, “It’s interesting – the heroes of the stories that we’re telling ourselves now, these are people who solve these crimes by using the tools that they have in an effective way, and by going over every inch… and all they have really is competency. But that somehow has become the heroic thing to do, is to be competent.”

    KP: It has elevated them above the new norm.

    COULTON: Yeah. They’re the only ones that have the patience to go over a room inch by inch with an ultraviolet light looking for blood splatter.

    KP: That should be your byline: “Jonathan Coulton, Competency in the Modern Age.”

    COULTON: (laughing)! Yeah! I like that.

    KP: That’ll be the box set.

    COULTON: That’ll be the box set, right.

    KP: Which you have just about enough for at this point.

    COULTON: I do.

    KP: Are there plans to collect all four volumes?

    COULTON: I’m trying to figure out a way to do it from a manufacturing perspective. I’m going to make all four CDs, and they’ll all be available for sale separately. I’m trying to… I haven’t actually begun to investigate this in any real way, but I’d like to find a way to have a box that I can put these CDs into and that will also have enough space for… Len Peralta is the guy who has a podcasting job on radio, who’s been doing a drawing for each song. He hasn’t done them all, but he started pretty early on. And what he and I would like to do is put those into a booklet, a sort of program guide. And then put that in the box with the four CDs. I need to find somebody who will be able to make that box and… it can’t be too expensive.

    KP: No. And it’ll say Born to Run on the front.

    COULTON: And it’ll say Born to Run on the front. It’ll say The Beatles.

    KP: The Coulton Album. Surely there must be somebody out there.

    COULTON: I’m sure that there is, I just have not begun to Google it.

    KP: Or there’s always Tupperware.

    COULTON: That’s an interesting idea. Just get those Glad disposable Tupperware containers.

    KP: Yes. In fact, the uniqueness alone might be worth it.

    COULTON: Or maybe a Ziploc bag.

    KP: It’s got to be with the slide zip.

    COULTON: It would certainly be cheap.

    KP: It would be cheap. Especially with the holiday season coming up, are there any plans for anything special along those lines? You’ll have the first two out by the end of the year, right? The first one’s out, second one’s about to be out…

    COULTON: The first one is out, the second one will be available for sale in a matter of days. Numbers three and four I hope to have within a month or so. I’m trying very hard to get all four of them out in time for the holidays.

    KP: So, basically, it’s the perfect gift.

    COULTON: Oh, it would make such a great gift for almost anyone.

    KP: And anyone who doesn’t want it as a gift can certainly find someone who would.

    COULTON: Yeah. Even if you give it to somebody as a gift and they don’t like it, I’m sure they know somebody who’d like it, and they could give it to them as a gift.

    KP: Yes.

    COULTON: You can’t go wrong.

    KP: In fact, it’s the perfect re-gift.

    COULTON: It’s the perfect gift, it’s the perfect re-gift, it’s the perfect thing to give somebody just to make the guilt go away, and they can throw it in the garbage.

    KP: I like that as a tag line; “Makes the guilt go away.”

    COULTON: “Makes the guilt go away. Throw it in the street, I don’t care. I’ve got your money.”

    KP: Yes. That’s also a good tagline.

    COULTON: “I’ve got your money.” – Jonathan Coulton.

    KP: Yes, in fact, all of your receipts, when people actually order the stuff, should say that.

    COULTON: Right. “Thanks, sucker.”

    KP: I thought that’s what the secret track is on the end of every album. That’s the backwards one.

    COULTON: (laughing)!

    KP: So, everything out by the end of the year. What’s your sense now, coming to a close after you’ve run this gauntlet?

    COULTON: It’s very complicated. I feel very proud to have done it, and sort of amazed that I was able to do it at all. And very glad that I did it, because there are so many good songs in there that I think I never would have written otherwise. But I’m also a little afraid… I’m relieved to stop because it’s exhausting, but I’m also a little afraid to stop, because this has become my thing now. And I’m not sure exactly what I do after this. The business model such as it is, I don’t know to what extent it’s worked because I was writing a song every week. I don’t know what happens to the money and the fans and the blog links when there’s not new content every week. There certainly will be new content. I will continue to write songs, just not on a certain schedule.

    KP: So you think “Thing a Fortnight”…

    COULTON: I think a fortnight or maybe something every now and then.

    KP: I like that title.

    COULTON: Catchy.

    KP: Yes.

    COULTON: And explanatory.

    KP: Actually kinda whimsical.

    COULTON: It is a little whimsical, you’re right. And so I don’t know what exactly to do next. One of the things I would like to do is sit back and take a little break, and let whatever happens next emerge as organically as possible. That’s how I got doing the “Thing a Week” is by quitting my job without any plan and letting myself sit still for a couple of weeks.

    KP: So basically just letting it gestate and emerge when it feels like it.

    COULTON: Yeah, exactly.

    KP: Is there any worry about taking that approach again? It’s not like you’ve emerged out of doing programming again. You essentially did what you wanted to do…

    COULTON: Yeah. Yeah, I think there’s… there’s definitely a feeling like, I need to keep pushing and pushing and pushing. So yeah, it doesn’t feel 100% correct to lay off. But I may find that what comes next is actually going back and pushing and pushing again. And take a few weeks vacation and then a “Thing a Week 2.”

    KP: So you’re gonna write that rock opera then, is that what you’re saying?

    COULTON: Right. I’ll do the rock opera, and then I’ll do a song for every site on the internet.

    KP: Or do it as a film. A modern Rocky Horror.

    COULTON: Thinking of this cyclical stuff, Ze Frank’s The Show, it’s just amazing. He does that every day. Or every weekday.

    KP: I can barely do a podcast every couple of weeks.

    COULTON: Yeah. I have a lot of respect for that.

    KP: Of course, I’m inherently lazy.

    COULTON: Me too.

    KP: Yes, but you still managed something.

    COULTON: Yeah, but I feel like a week, you got a little leeway. You can do it on any of those five days. But every weekday it’s like, oh god, the days when you wake up and you don’t want to do anything, too bad.

    KP: Yeah. But I guess that’s how normal people work.

    COULTON: Maybe that’s true. Maybe it’s just you and me that have trouble.

    KP: Yeah. Now I’m kinda feeling bad. Anyone reading this is gonna go, “Buncha assholes!”

    COULTON: “Why don’t they just do their damn job?”

    KP: “And then they complain! ‘Oooo! I don’t know if I want to work today, creating…’ “

    COULTON: (laughing)! You’re right, that’s pretty loathsome…

    KP: “I might just sleep in or go up and vacuum, I don’t know.”

    COULTON: “Yeah, I don’t know, whatever.”

    KP: “Look at a tree.”

    COULTON: “Let’s see what’s on television. I’ll wait for the next thing to come to me.”

    KP: “I’ve never seen this Law & Order.”

    COULTON: “Oh wait, yes I have. Zzzzzz….”

    KP: “Well, no Thing this week. Got some sleep.”

    COULTON: “At least I made all those meatballs.”

    KP: “Ran into town. Got some mail. Catching up on email.”

    COULTON: You’re describing my life.

    KP: “And approving friends.”

    COULTON: Yeah. That’s pretty much it.

    KP: “So you work, what, 12 hours a day? Oh, I’m sorry. How did you lose the arm? You think they’d have a sign. Must make the work harder, no arm and such. Have you heard my music?”

    COULTON: “Check it out. Last year I worked on it pretty hard. This year, not so much.”

    KP: “I got four CDs worth.”

    COULTON: Yeah. “Now I’m just gonna coast.”

    KP: Now I feel really guilty. Not only have I made myself feel bad, but I’ve made you feel bad.

    COULTON: You’ve made me look bad, too.

    KP: Yeah I kinda did that, too…

    COULTON: Yeah, take out all that stuff where we bash the working man. Leave that out if you would.

    KP: Yeah, well, you have association with a friend of the working man, John Hodgman.

    COULTON: Yes. An interesting way to describe him, yes.

    KP: Actually, you can pretty much describe him as anything.

    COULTON: That’s true. He’s an expert on all things.

    KP: He’s kinda like Galactus that way. I think everyone perceives John differently.

    COULTON: Yeah. I would agree with you.

    KP: I don’t think there’s any one true John Hodgman.

    COULTON: No. It’s hard to pin him down, ’cause he’s a true chameleon.

    KP: How did that association between the two of you begin?

    COULTON: Well, we went to college together. We were in the same dormitory. We were friends starting freshman year, and friends all through college, and…

    KP: What was he like in freshman year?

    COULTON: The same. He was pretty much the same. John Hodgman has always been sort of an old man. I didn’t know him, but I understand that when he was a freshman in high school he carried a briefcase to high school.

    KP: Wow.

    COULTON: I know!

    KP: And yet he’s not British.

    COULTON: And yet he’s not British.

    KP: He seems like the type that would love a dormitory type school.

    COULTON: Oh, sure. He was always very well spoken and very funny and devastatingly dry. But he did have incredibly long hair.

    KP: That, I can’t imagine.

    COULTON: Yeah. Which he always kept in a tight little bun in the back of his head.

    KP: That’s kinda disturbing me.

    COULTON: Yeah, it was really weird.

    KP: If you’re gonna have long hair as a man, I’ve never seen the bun look really catch on.

    COULTON: No. Grow it and show it, you know?

    KP: Ponytail, yes. But bun?

    COULTON: Yeah, it was… he’d hate that I was saying this.

    KP: I gotta know if there’s photos.

    COULTON: I’m sure there are plenty of photos. But it was always incongruent, because occasionally you would see him with it down, it was like, “Wow, who are you?” Because he always seemed like the button-down smarty pants. But, of course, we’ve been great friends for a long time, and my circle of friends and loved ones here in New York contains many people that I have met through John. In fact, I’m married to a woman who went to high school with John.

    KP: So, really, he’s a master matchmaker as well.

    COULTON: Yeah. He’s the hub of the giant wheel on which we all spin around. My wife is saying, “No, I’m the hub.”

    KP: Yeah, you’re married now. You better get it right.

    COULTON: (laughing)!

    KP: So in other words one day someone’s gonna construct this John Hodgman Venn diagram.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: With John at the center.

    COULTON: It’s gonna be like that Kevin Bacon game.

    KP: I think it’s already the Kevin Bacon game.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: In fact… my god… now I’m part of it.

    COULTON: Yeah, except it’s just John in the center of a circle, and that circle’s in the center of another circle, and it’s just circles within circles, all the way down.

    KP: It’s like the most disturbing MCI commercial ever.

    COULTON: Yeah. Friends and family, and in every one of those circles is John Hodgman.

    KP: Yes. “Do you know John Hodgman? Do you know THE John Hodgman?” In fact, that should be the new campaign – “Of course you know this man.”

    COULTON: He needs to get an American Express ad, that’s what he needs.

    KP: If they still did those.

    COULTON: They should go back and do those ads just so they can give one to him.

    KP: He should just do that as a viral video for the books.

    COULTON: He should do it anyway and see if he can get paid after the fact.

    KP: Yes. You need to suggest that to him.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: ‘Cause he doesn’t listen to me anymore.

    COULTON: No. Well, me either.

    KP: How could he not listen to you? You’re going to be sharing a road trip together.

    COULTON: Well, that’s true. I’m actually looking forward to this a great deal. It’s a fortuitous thing is that the song 52 is posted on Friday the 29th, as the very next day I fly to Chicago to be on tour with John for about a month. It’s like the end of the old thing, and then this great vacation around the country.

    KP: Perhaps you should write a song a city, like They Might Be Giants did.

    COULTON: Oh, like the Venue Songs.

    KP: Yes. But for the book tour instead.

    COULTON: But for the book tour, yeah. I’m really looking forward to it. It’s always fun…

    KP: See, that’s the sad thing, and I just did it to you. Be brutally honest – does it irritate you a little bit that, from now on, people are gonna be asking you, “So what’s the next “Thing a Whatever”?

    COULTON: Yeah, well, I am a little worried about that.

    KP: And I’m guilty of it, and I apologize.

    COULTON: No, not at all. I think that it’s only natural to ask that kind of question. I wish that I did have another fantastic project to do, but I don’t have one yet. I may come up with one, but we’ll see. I might just sink into obscurity.

    KP: No.

    COULTON: I don’t know.

    KP: No… Websites never die.

    COULTON: I guess that’s true.

    KP: You might not produce a single new thing, but all those songs will still be out there.

    COULTON: That’s true.

    KP: If Geocities sites can still be out there…

    COULTON: Right.

    KP: Your stuff will still be around in perpetuity. Or at least the cyber equivalent of it.

    COULTON: One of the benefits of being something of a small fish is that there are always new fans. I think somebody like U2, they’re not gonna get a lot of new fans over the next year. Maybe they are, but not as many as I am. I’ve got nothing but new fans.

    KP: It’s also the type of thing that, again, utilizing the technology the way it is, all someone has to do is drop an email or an IM to somebody and say, “Hey, check this out.”

    COULTON: Exactly.

    coulton 04.jpgQS: Are you going to continue to archive the “Thing a Week” songs as free downloads, or are you going to take them down as the CDs go up?

    COULTON: I think I’ll probably leave them up there. I can’t see much of a reason to take them down. I do believe that having this stuff available for free – optionally, you can buy it if you want. I think that that has certainly helped me, and the whole creative commons license, you know, it’s licensed in such a way that you can, in fact, put it on a mix CD and send it to your friends. And I wish you would. I wish every one of my fans would do that right now. Then I would have almost twice as many fans. Presumably there would be some people who didn’t like it.

    KP: Yeah, but that’s one of the main points of a mix CD – just to expose someone to something.

    COULTON: Exactly. You can pass that one. But I think that there’s no question in my mind that the place that I’m in, being an independent musician and not having a huge marketing engine behind me, having that stuff available so that people can listen is just incredibly valuable to me.

    KP: Well, it seems also in this day and age, and maybe you’ve experienced this, that the need for something like a publicist has been greatly reduced.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: Because you have a lot more one-on-one interaction, and people seek you out who actually want to do features.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: So you know that whoever contacts you is going to want to definitely do something with you.

    COULTON: Right, exactly. I think a lot of the traditional pieces of the puzzle are no longer…or less necessary. I’ve had some discussions with some label type of people here and there… or not label people, but people in traditional parts of the industry. And I always come away from it… you know, I’m always excited by hearing from somebody official, you know?

    KP: Right.

    COULTON: That’s always nice, just for the establishment to say, “Oh, you’re doing good stuff, let’s talk,” you know? But then I always come away from it saying, “Well, huh, I wonder if doing something official like this would benefit me, or if it would be worse.”

    KP: Do you find that you crave that sort of traditional legitimization?

    COULTON: I do. I do. I crave that kind of validation from the establishment.

    KP: Because I noticed the link on your website, that if you’re someone official, please contact me.

    COULTON: Yeah (laughing)! Yeah.

    KP: Which I’m surprised doesn’t flash or something.

    COULTON: (laughing)! Well I think it’s still… I’m torn about what the role of those people is going to be. I don’t know. I think it’s all still in flux.

    KP: It seems like it’s now come down to almost adding an unnecessary middle man.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: Your interaction with the public is right there now for you.

    COULTON: Yeah, it’s true. And so the question is, how much value do you actually get from a middle man?

    KP: Which is also based on a traditional retail model, where labels were needed get the record in the stores …

    COULTON: Right.

    KP: When now there’s no need for bricks and mortar.

    COULTON: Yeah. I make so much more money off the MP3s than I do off the CDs. An enormous amount. Much more. So yeah, the idea of moving CDs is not as important. But at the same time, having somebody who can be a booking agent, and call venues and set that up and negotiate that stuff – you know, that’s worth something to me. I’m not particularly interested in spending my time on the phone and talking about money and stuff.

    KP: Right.

    COULTON: And I also think radio is still pretty important. It’s very hard to get airplay on the actual radio without this crazy direct cold-calling thing. You have to send your CD out and follow up, and, “Have you played it? Are you gonna play it?” You know you have to really push and push and push. Or pay somebody to play it. That’s done all the time as well. I think there are still ways that the establishment can benefit an artist. I haven’t figured out exactly what I want my relationship to be with that part of the business, but luckily it hasn’t come up yet.

    KP: Do you feel that need for validation has lessened over time, or is it still pretty constant?

    COULTON: Well, it’s pretty deep rooted. You know, it’s like wanting a parent to love you. It’s hard to give it up. (laughing) I certainly have started to think, “Oh wow, maybe this way of doing things actually can work.”

    KP: You’re not on a rivet gang.

    COULTON: Well, it’s true. And in some parts of the country, I’d be making a decent living. I chose to live in one of the most expensive cities in the country. I don’t know why I did that, but…

    KP: Particularly doing what is essentially an internet-based thing. You could live anywhere.

    COULTON: I could live in a hut on the top of a mountain somewhere. Well, I’d need broadband.

    KP: Yes, and approval from your wife.

    COULTON: (laughing)! But yeah, it’s true, I could do this anywhere. As I say, if it were a different part of the country, it’d be a pretty good living.

    KP: But it’s not bad.

    COULTON: No, it’s not bad at all. I have nothing to complain about, believe me.

    KP: I mean, you’re not in the apartment building.

    COULTON: That’s right.

    KP: If you were to identify a handful of goals besides the mainstream validation, is there anything that’s left unfulfilled for you right now that you’re still chasing down?

    COULTON: Uh… uh… huh. That’s a good question. I would like… I would like to be right. I would like to be undeniably correct about the idea that giving music away like this is beneficial. One of the reasons that I did it is I was… I saw Larry Lessig speak about Creative Commons. He was the founder of Creative Commons. And it was the most moving Power Point slideshow I’d ever seen. I was really just so jazzed about the idea, and it was such a beautiful idea, that I really wanted to be part of that change. I felt the need to be a kind of pioneer. I don’t know that I am a pioneer. There are plenty of people who have been doing this long before I’d even heard of it, but I like the idea that I’m part of something new, and I want for that new thing to continue being the new thing.

    KP: Why do you believe that it has worked? If you’re looking for proof that it has, why do you believe it hasn’t? What in your experience so far gives you doubt?

    COULTON: Well, I think it has worked for me. Maybe it’s just my own self doubt. I think the place that I’ve gotten to is pretty amazing, given the amount of work I actually did. I think the business model has shown itself to be pretty effective.

    KP: What do you mean by the work you actually did?

    COULTON: Well, I mean, you know, I didn’t do all this traditional knocking on doors and…

    KP: Yeah, but the fact is that when you are a creative person and your endeavors are creative, then the measure of the creativity is in the output.

    COULTON: Right.

    KP: And by any stretch of the imagination… I mean, there are some bands and artists that can’t get an album out in a year, let alone 52 songs…

    COULTON: Sure.

    KP: … plus already having an album and an EP in a catalogue.

    COULTON: Yeah. When I say work, I’m talking more about phone calls, live shows, sending CDs. Trying to get publicity, that sort of thing.

    KP: But you also had a concert recently that just sprung up practically out of nowhere that surprised you, didn’t it?

    COULTON: It did, yeah. That was really nice.

    KP: Was it Seattle?

    COULTON: Seattle, yeah. I was going to Seattle to do something with John for Bumbershoot, and at the last minute I discovered that I was actually gonna be there for the whole weekend. I thought that I was gonna come back to the east coast, but that fell through, and so on Wednesday I posted on my site, “Hey, if anybody can find me a venue that’s open on Saturday night, I’ll play it,” and several people came back to me with several different options, and they had already called the booking people and said, Yeah, they’d love to have you play, just give ’em a call,” you know? And so I picked one of them, and decided to do it there, and it was a packed house. It was great. It was like 80 people there.

    KP: So, then, what makes you think that the process isn’t working?

    COULTON: It just needs to be more overwhelming. I need to have overwhelming evidence. That’s what it is. I want to be able to show these statistics to somebody, and have them go, “Oh my god. We were so wrong.”

    KP: So, then, why don’t you do a city experiment? Look at what your open days are, pick a handful of cities, and do the same experiment with those cities?

    COULTON: That’s one of the things I’d like to try, and actually, as I’m going on this tour with John Hodgman over the next month, I’m setting up shows in a few cities that I’ll be in anyway, and I’m doing that based on this site called Eventful.com, which is where people can go and sign up to indicate that they would like to see me perform a show in their city.

    KP: And there’s a link off your site to that.

    COULTON: There’s a link off my site for that, right.

    KP: I believe it’s the “dance, monkey” link.

    COULTON: The “dance, monkey” link, that’s right. And so I’m gonna pick the biggest cities, or the cities with the most number of demands, and when the schedule works out and when I can find a place to play, I’ll play there. And yeah, I want to continue that experiment and see if that can continue to be as successful as it was in Seattle. Because that’s the other thing, is I feel like, you know, I’ve only been attacking one angle, and that is the music distribution side, and sort of this viral promotion. But I think there’s also room for this same kind of model, a web 2.0 model if you will, in the area of live performance.

    KP: I think it takes the guessing game out of a traditional tour.

    COULTON: Yeah. Absolutely. And it’s like anything else, Metcalfe’s Law, the value of the network increases exponentially with the number of users, or something?

    KP: I obviously stopped at the Peter Principle.

    COULTON: The more people that actually use this model, the more valuable it becomes. If venues know that they can depend on that number translating into actual…

    KP: They’re not dealing with empty seats on a night…

    COULTON: Right. ‘Cause that’s the whole thing, it’s convincing a venue who’s never heard of you that you’re actually gonna be able to put asses in seats.

    KP: Right.

    COULTON: And so, you know, suddenly if the venue believes in it, and if the fans believe in it, and if the artists believe in it, then suddenly it’s real.

    KP: Have you ever gone to the UK to do any shows?

    COULTON: No I haven’t. There’s a fan of mine who I’ve never met who actually started a website called the Jonathan Coulton Project, which is dedicated to collecting and posting music videos for my songs. And he lives in the UK, and he has been trying to set up a tour in November for me. I’m not sure it’s gonna come through.

    [Interviewer’s Note: What followed was a long exchange during which I discovered that Jonathan did not know who Neil Innes – the songwriter behind the Rutles, member of the Bonzo Dog Band, and tunesmith of many a Monty Python song – was… I was shocked.]

    COULTON: Nope.

    KP: Oh, come on!

    COULTON: I don’t know! I’ve been writing a song a week for a year.

    KP: You make it sound like a hermitage!

    COULTON: It is! It’s terrible! So glad it’s over.

    KP: Your musical monastery.

    COULTON: That’s right. Only listening to my own music.

    KP: Yes.

    COULTON: And Cookie Monster singing “C is for Cookie.”

    KP: How could you not?

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: Where’s your cover of that?

    COULTON: Yeah (laughing)! I kind of wanted to do Mr. Rogers’ “You are Special.”

    KP: Oh, that would be beautiful.

    COULTON: I love that song.

    KP: So have you had any thoughts whatsoever as to what immediately will follow the end of “Thing”? I mean, what do you think of the people going, “Well, we wanted you to end with one of your original songs for #52 instead of a cover…”?

    COULTON: I say to those people, “Why don’t you write a song a week for a year, and then see if you can finish with an original song. And then get back to me.”

    KP: It wasn’t a criticism as much as a hope, in that people thought it would be more poignant.

    COULTON: You know, it would be, but it also… I can’t… I just can’t imagine it not being sort of a let down. For me, anyway. And it would just be so hard to do. I had such a hard time writing this last one because I knew that it was going to be the last original song of “Thing a Week.”

    KP: And yet you couldn’t tell. I have to admit, it seemed pretty effortless, and is actually a very nice tune. So I could not tell the blood and sweat that went into it.

    COULTON: Oh, thank you for saying that. That’s nice of you. It turned out okay, but it was really… it was pretty hard. And it was just the pressure of knowing it was the last one that… you know, it’s like, whenever you look at a series of things, you’re gonna look at the first one and the last one.

    KP: Do you see a progression between the first and the last you’ve done? If you look at week one and then week 51?

    COULTON: Yeah, I do. I feel like a very different songwriter from when I started. It’s hard to put my finger on how exactly.

    KP: Would you characterize it as better?

    COULTON: I would characterize it as better. I’ve gotten better in a number of places. I feel like I’m playing the guitar better, I feel like I’m singing better. I’m much better at recording things than I was when I started. The production and mixing has gotten better. And I’m also better at… I feel… I don’t want to sound too high-falutin’, but I feel like a better craftsman. I feel like I’ve sort of gotten the handle on some of my skills that I didn’t have before. And that now I know that if I need to I can sit down and actually make a song out of nothing. Whereas I think when I started, I was used to just waiting for things to happen.

    KP: So at what point are you doing tune for hire?

    COULTON: (laughing)! I don’t know about that. That’s even more pressure.

    KP: “Hundred bucks, I’ll walk away and give you a thirty second tune.”

    COULTON: I just set up a booth at a county fair.

    KP: Yes, yes. That’d be perfect.

    COULTON: Yes. Come back in an hour, I’ll have a thirty second song for you.

    KP: Yes. “No change.”

    COULTON: Yeah, no change.

    KP: “Oh dangit, the musician’s gone…”

    COULTON: “I was gonna buy a song…”

    KP: “Time for skee ball.”

    COULTON: “Ah, he’ll be back.”

    KP: A hundred bucks worth of skee ball. That kid could have walked away with a tune.

    COULTON: That’s right. Oh well.

    KP: And now it’s just disappointment in his heart.

    COULTON: Now it’s just 25 or 30 tickets and a cheap plastic ring.

    KP: That’s an heirloom.

    COULTON: If you take care of it.

    KP: Pass that down to your kids. What are you gonna do with a song? A song that’s all written in D.

    COULTON: Yeah. The same boring crap.

    KP: “What the hell’s all this about a robot? I wanted to be about my girlfriend.”

    COULTON: (laughing)! “Dude, it is about your girlfriend. It’s deep, it’s deep.”

    KP: Yes, you gotta look for the layers.

    COULTON: Right.

    KP: It’s all about layers.

    COULTON: It’s a metaphor.

    KP: “No refunds. Did you see that sign?”

    COULTON: Yeah, “No refunds. Get out of here.”

    KP: It’s right below “No change.” So, I mean, overall – what’s your overriding emotion? Accomplishment, sadness…

    COULTON: Accomplishment, I would say. It’s a combination of the pride of accomplishment and the relief of not having to do it anymore (laughing)! I’m going to be very happy to have a few weeks where I don’t have to have a new song on Friday. It’s just gonna be nice not to have it hanging over my head. I also am very proud of this work. I think there are a lot of great songs in there.

    KP: I was listening to the entire lot of them over the weekend…

    COULTON: It’s a lot of music.

    KP: It is a lot of music. It’s a lot of music to do work by.

    COULTON: (laughing)!

    KP: I mean that in a good way!

    COULTON: Oh, thanks.

    KP: You know, there’s music that you don’t want to do work by.

    COULTON: Right, right.

    KP: But this was music that you could actually… there’s nothing I skipped, let’s put it that way.

    COULTON: No, I understand.

    KP: Which coming from someone who’s skip-happy and has 70,000 songs sitting here…

    COULTON: Yeah, it’s a huge compliment.

    KP: Yeah. I could have easily have turned on a George Harrison tune, maybe some Paul Simon.

    COULTON: Sure.

    KP: AC/DC. Well, probably not. Probably some Simon & Garfunkel. So no, there were other options there.

    COULTON: These are all my niggas…

    KP: Yes, your peeps.

    COULTON: My peeps.

    KP: Your posse.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: Your songsmithing posse.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: We’ll have to work a better terminology for all this. You know, for when you have that big charity concert, or one of those horrible middle-of-the-night jam sessions…

    COULTON: Oh god.

    KP: Where everyone gets together and fights for dominance.

    COULTON: Yeah, where there’s like eight guitars on stage at the same time.

    KP: 14 drummers.

    COULTON: Yes.

    KP: And Ringo.

    COULTON: Right! (laughing) Poor Ringo.

    KP: Who I hear is doing “Snare a week.”

    COULTON: (laughing)!

    KP: Really, I think you’ve started a trend.

    COULTON: I would be thrilled if a real rock star did a weekly song. It would be amazing!

    KP: I will make you a gentleman’s bet – a single dollar – that within the next, let’s say… wanna go three or six months? Your choice.

    COULTON: Let’s do six. ‘Cause I’d like you to win.

    KP: Within six months, that will happen.

    COULTON: Alright.

    KP: You will have a major person step forth, and claim the idea as their own.

    COULTON: (laughing)!

    KP: In international press.

    COULTON: It could be.

    KP: And that man will be Elton John.

    COULTON: (laughing)!

    KP: And it’s all gonna be versions of “Candle in the Wind.”

    COULTON: (laughing)!

    KP: So, a gentleman’s bet.

    COULTON: Gentleman’s bet, alright, you’re on.

    KP: And if I lose, I will Paypal it to you instantly.

    COULTON: You can send me a dollar.

    KP: And if I win, I want some kind of elaborate design on mine. And a signature so I can frame it on my wall of shameful deeds.

    COULTON: You got it. You’re on.

    KP: So was the interview painful?

    COULTON: Uh, no, it was not very painful at all.

    KP: Was it what you were expecting?

    COULTON: I can’t remember a single thing we talked about.

    coulton 05.jpgQS: Even better. Because I honestly wasn’t listening to you.

    COULTON: Good, good, That’s a relief. I don’t think I said anything. Did I?

    KP: No. I think at one point you did pretty much insult just about every single race there was.

    COULTON: That’s fine, I do that from time to time.

    KP: But hey, they’re fine with it.

    COULTON: Hey, I’m just bein’ real, man.

    KP: It’s all about people living together.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: And nobody’s gonna read this anyway. So, really, you’re not sticking your neck out.

    COULTON: Right, right.

    KP: Do you want to say anything else about economic policy or the war?

    COULTON: Um, no thank you. No thank you to the war, and no thank you to the economic policy.

    KP: You know, all criticism in this country should take a more gentlemanly approach like that.

    COULTON: Yeah!

    KP: “No thank you.”

    COULTON: “No thank you.”

    KP: No “War is bad,” or “Stop the war” – just, “No thank you.”

    COULTON: “No thank you, we would not like to go.” That’s what they should have said about Vietnam.

    KP: Or, “I’ve had my fill.” No one uses that phrase anymore.

    COULTON: (laughing) I’ve had my fill.

    KP: It’s the kind of thing you should say with white gloves on.

    COULTON: “I don’t care for it.”

    KP: Yes. “It’s not my cup of tea.”

    COULTON: Right.

    KP: Another phrase that’s fallen into disuse. You know, if we ever let this into John’s hands, they’d be full chapters in his book.

    COULTON: Oh, that’s true. Well, they will be anyway, even if we don’t tell him about it.

    KP: Because the other thing is, he knows all.

    COULTON: Yeah, that’s true.

    KP: You know, inclosing, you really should just throw down the gauntlet to everyone else, and have them do a “Thing a Week.” Everyone else in the world.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: “Hey. Bring it. I brought it. A year.”

    COULTON: “Shut the fuck up, motherfuckers.”

    KP: “I did a year of bringing the shit. What are you bringing?”

    COULTON: Right.

    KP: “Show me.”

    COULTON: Give me something.

    KP: “Justify your existence to me now.”

    COULTON: Do it for two weeks. Do it for one.

    KP: Do a thing, period.

    COULTON: Yeah! (laughing)!

    KP: That should be your drive for, like, the nation’s children.

    COULTON: Get everybody to do a thing a week?

    KP: Yes. Or just a thing, period.

    COULTON: Just a thing, period… Yeah.

    KP: “Jonathan Coulton’s Do Something.”

    COULTON: Do Something.

    KP: That’s a campaign that could take off. You could be on the Today Show, on CNN…

    COULTON: Yep.

    KP: “So how’d this all start?” “Oh, I did this music thing and it’s like, you know what? Other people should do things.”

    COULTON: Right.

    KP: “You know, the people are just sitting there doing nothing.”

    COULTON: Just like that Pay it Forward movie.

    KP: Yes, exactly. It can be just as treacly as that.

    COULTON: My fingers crossed.

    KP: And Haley Joel Osment can actually work with you as part of his work release.

    COULTON: Oh, god bless that sweet beautiful boy.

    KP: Yes. And the telephone pole that took him out. I didn’t say that. I’m sorry. It was actually the alcohol that took him out. The telephone pole had nothing to do with it.

    COULTON: Yeah yeah. An innocent bystander.

    KP: So I guess I’ll be seeing you sometime next month.

    COULTON: Yeah. I’m back literally the 31st…

    KP: Are you in a neighborhood now? Are you going to be doing the whole Halloween thing?

    COULTON: Well, we’re in Park Slope, so there’s actually a Halloween parade that goes on here. So yeah, there may be some festivities happening.

    KP: You’ll be the only guy giving out songs to kids.

    COULTON: Yeah, right? “Hey kid, you like monkeys?”

    KP: A little CDR to each of them. “Yeah, put this up on your MySpace.”

    COULTON: “Link back to me, okay kid?”

    KP: “I know you got ’em. And approve me, for chrissakes.”

    COULTON: “Thanks for the add.”

    KP: Well listen, it’s been a real joy talking to you.

    COULTON: Well, it’s been fun. I certainly appreciate the willingness to say important things about me on your important website.

    KP: Well I’m all about lies.

    COULTON: (laughing)!

    KP: Seriously, though, I would not have done it unless I actually wanted to feature you and get the word out.

    COULTON: That’s very nice.

    KP: And did fully respect and get a kick out of the music.

    COULTON: Well that’s good.

    KP: So know that I don’t feature people that I dislike.

    COULTON: That’s even better. 100%.

    KP: So yes, your songs are in full rotation, and I hope that you get something planned for the future. Because I can only listen to this stuff so much.

    COULTON: You’re gonna need another 52 songs pretty soon.

    KP: Yes, I need that sequel to “Re: Your Brains.” Like Harry Chapin did with “Taxi.”

    COULTON: Oh god. Oh god.

    KP: You know, revisit it a couple of hours down the line.

    COULTON: Yeah, just see what happens.

    KP: Yeah, why not? Some kind of post-apocalyptic, Omega Man kinda thing.

    COULTON: Yeah.

    KP: You know, he set up a house, and yet his coworker’s still coming after him. Every once in a while he’ll see him outside the gate when he’s up there shop vaccing.

    COULTON: Yeah. Or maybe the tables have turned.

    KP: You know, maybe the tables have turned.

    COULTON: Maybe he’s got the zombie captive now.

    KP: Yes, so actually it’s a memo replying to the reply.

    COULTON: Yeah. “Re: Re: Your Brain.”

    KP: Yes!

    COULTON: Song #53.

    KP: Yeah, I’ll pay you a dollar.

  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 9/28/2006

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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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    • I find bloopers delivered in a British accent to be doubly funny. (Thingamabob)
    • What in the hell is Mattel thinking? What exactly is the audience for this toy? I fear what lies behind the door this product is opening. (Thingamabob)
    • Screech. Sweet Jebus, please say this is some elaborate joke. Some horrible, horrible, horrible joke. Please. (Thingamabob)
    • I still don’t know what to make of the film behind this trailer, but I think I like what I’m seeing. (Thingamabob)
    • Vintage Beastie Boys, circa License To Ill. (Thingamabob)
    • I spent over an hour here. I’m not proud. Roger Wilco fans represent. (Thingamabob)

    Have a THINGAMABOB? Send it in!

  • Music For The Masses: September 28th, 2006

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    Hello there, friends! Welcome back! I hope all is well. Boy, I gotta tell you that, me personally, I am absolutely tickled pink right now. Know why? Of course you don’t… unless you have some kind of satanic, mind reading skills like that Chriss Angel (here’s a “MindFreak” for you… I think that MIGHT be a guy!) or one of them Scientologists. No… I’m tickled pink that I was actually able to find the PERFECT gift for my new girlfriend with absolutely ZERO help from anybody… including her. Yep, I did it all on my own. I’m a big boy today! How cool is that? Seriously, friends, she has NO idea how close she came to getting the old, M.C. “standard…” a George Foreman® grill and some Isotoner® gloves. Whoops! With Kwanzaa just around the corner, maybe I shouldn’t have written that. Oh well, screw it. This is just too cool… I have to share. After all, it’s not everyday that you can find a gift for a “loved one” that will help them share in your personal passions. Here… check it out:

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    That’s right, friends… you are looking at an iBuzz®, the first, music-activated sex toy. Pretty cool, huh? Here’s what it says on their web-site: “iBuzz® is the musical orgasm machine! The music-activated vibrating bullet stimulates you in time with your favorite music. Which song pushes your buttons?” Gee. . .that’s a hard question, iBuzz©, but I have an answer. . .anything from Michael Bolton’s “Sexual Mullet” phase. Time, Love & Tenderness? I’m almost “there” just thinking about it.

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    Seriously, how cool is this gift? Rhetorical question! It’s damn cool. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, those two, purple, “jellied things” up there… the ones that look like something a smoker would hack up. . .yeah, well those are actually a “knobbled, stimulating sleeve for her enjoyment©” and a “spiked, cock ring sleeve for his enjoyment©.” Two gifts for the price of one!! Now don’t get me wrong, friends. This isn’t one of those gifts that I really wanted and just “saying” that I’m getting for her. I really am buying it just for her. You see, now she can find her own, damn “little man in the canoe,” because frankly, I’m sick of trying. Hell, I’ve been looking for a week now and the only help she’s given me are the shouts of “IT’S NOT IN MY BUTT!! IT’S NOT IN MY BUTT!!!” Leave no stone unturned, says I.

    I’m telling you, she’s going to LOVE this. And the best part of this gift, by far, is that it’s going to open the door for some other “items” I’ve been kicking around getting her like that Sybian®-thing Howard Stern is always talking about or even… umm, horseback riding lessons. Hey, whatever gets her where she needs to get going without wasting all MY time. Know what I’m saying? The way I figure… I’m set for gift ideas through Valentine’s Day.

    But enough about all of that. It’s time to check out some new releases. This week, we spin the new ones from New Found Glory and Mozella, Double A checks in with the soundtrack to a video game and, as a special treat, my meth-cookin’ cousin, Jay Dee, checks in with a review of the new Mars Volta. Should be fun. So, what do you say? Let’s get to it, shall we??!!

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    Album: I Will
    Bastard Love Child of: David Gray, Macy Gray and a drum machine.
    Best for: Massaging your emotional wounds at the demise of the WB and UPN.

    About a week ago, I was smack dab in the middle of an hour long, commercial-free drive home sponsored by Ford Motor Company when I get a call from Keifer Sutherland. The following events take place between 5:00 PM and 6:00 PM. . .

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    “Dammit M.C.! Pick up your Motorola phone!!” shouts Keifer.

    “I did pick up my phone, Kweefer!” I shout back, giggling like a school girl at our little, inside joke.

    “Dammit M.C.!! I don’t have time for this, dammit! I’ve just been shot, electrocuted, brought back to life and I’ve killed 18 people and it’s not even dinner time yet… Dammit! AGHHH. . .My 2007 Ford Excusion is about to run out of gas and the battery on my new Motorola Slivr is almost out of juice.”

    “Ummm… okay,” I respond tentatively, unsure where Keifer is going with this.

    “I need you to re-position the Sirius satellite for me… now… so that you can pick up the signal that I’m sending you.”

    “Dude… I have no…”

    “Dammit, M.C. … just do it!! And don’t tell Chloe about this… lord knows I don’t need her being an even bigger gash because I asked you to do something for me instead of her.”

    “Gash?”

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    “Dammit, M.C. … pay attention!!! We don’t have time for this. I still need to sneak on that plane, kill 24 more people, get blown up… twice… brought back to life… hell, I still have to save that small village before noon!!!”

    Playing along, I respond, “Okay, man, sure. Whatever you want. What’s up?”

    “You gotta check out this song I just heard. I’m uploading it now.”

    “Okay… got it.” I lie.

    “Pretty sweet, huh? Her name is Mozella…”

    “Yeah, sweet. I love that movie where she’s fighting Mothra and…”

    “Dammit, M.C. Quit messing around. I need you to go and check out her whole…”

    “HA!” I interrupt.

    “… album… Dammit M.C!… listen to her whole disc and do a review. If you don’t…” his words hung… umm, well?

    “Okay, Kweef… whatever you say. I’ll get right on it. Consider it done.”

    “Yeah… thanks.” His voice softer now, “Look, M.C. … I gotta go. Tell Kim… tell her I love her…”

    “Sure thing, man…” I say into the dead phone.

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    So, mostly out of fear of getting shot in the knee-cap by Keifer, I picked up the new Mozella CD, I Will, and listen to it I did… a bunch… and, I gotta say, pretty impressive, Keifer. Sure, her sound is reminiscent of Norah Jones, specifically Come Away With Me, but no wonder you picked her song “Amazed” to be on your Celebrity playlist and that Mercedes Benz picked the song to back their 2005 ad campaign. Mozella’s overall sound is “Klassy” with a capital “K.” Hell, I would have picked that song, too. Of course, I probably would have put “Amazed” on this debut disc, but, hey… what the hell do I know? After all, up until last month, I thought Lance Bass was straight. Who knew? I just thought he had a keen fashion sense, solid hair-product knowledge and a butt-load of flair. I’ll refrain from getting into what he has a butt load of now. Hey Oh!!!

    Seriously, folks, with Mozella’s look, her sophisticated and slightly “pop-y sound,” impressive vocals, colored with soul and drifting between bluesy ingénue and jazzy seductress and those hip, urban beats. . .there’s a lot here to enjoy, whether you’re picking these tunes up for your play list or your national, marketing campaign. I tend to prefer my music with a bit more crunch, but the grooves on this disc are undeniable. Good stuff all around. The disc, as a whole, is solid with each track flowing easily into the next, but my personal favorites are the slow-grinding songs “Killing Time” and “Love Is Something.” But don’t take my word for it. If you want to get a good taste of what Mozella is all about and to see for yourself if you are into her sound, check out the first single, “Amnesia.”

    Mark my words… you’re going to be hearing this song everywhere here in a couple of weeks.

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    Rating: 3.5 out of 5. Giant Hoop Earings: 5 out of 5

    M4M-NFG-SEP28 Artist: New Found Glory
    Album:Coming Home
    Bastard Love Child of: Blink-182 and Fall Out Boy
    Best for: Proving that there is no good reason to stop beating a dead horse.

    A few weeks ago, I saw a marquee, advertising an upcoming concert, which actually made me laugh out loud. You see, right there, in big, black letters, high above one of the busiest streets in Denver, a marquee proudly proclaimed “THE QUEERS w/ HARD-ON’s COMING SOON!!” I shit you not. What a double bill, huh? I was completely blown away… well, not literally. Never before had I seen two band names more perfectly suited to one another. And, as this type of shit usually does, it got me thinking of other bands I would like to see paired on a marquee like the “The PUSSYCAT DOLLS AND BUSH!!”, “THE FLYING BURRITO BROTHERS WITH THE FARTZ,” and, of course, “NEW FOUND GLORY-HOLE”. (By the way, if you don’t know what a Glory Hole is, ask a trucker… or former New Jersey Governor James McGreevey.)

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    Speaking of New Found Glory (nice segue, eh?), the “punk-lite,” Warped Tour darlings from Florida just released their 5th disc, Coming Home. And, being the giant sucker that I am, I bought a copy figuring what the hell, I’ll give it a spin for you, my internet friends because, well, because that’s what I do. . .when I’m not shopping on-line for used, celebrity panties. Now, before going any further, let me state for the record that I was not a fan of the band going in and, after several spins of this new disc, I can honestly say that I’m sure as hell not a fan now. In fact, after listening to this disc, I am now convinced, more than ever, that New Found Glory, A Simple Plan, Hawthorne Heights, Fall Out Boy and Taking Back Sunday are actually the same band and, if ever they should meet, there would be a tear in the time space continuum like that TimeCop movie with Jean-Claude Van Damme. Seriously.

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    Now, to be fair, I fully realize that I’m not New Found Glory’s target market. I don’t wear wrist bands, I don’t wear a straight-brimmed baseball hat at a jaunty angle, both testicles have fully descended and I’ve never shopped at Hot Topic. Okay… I shopped there once. Bought a sweet ass bumper sticker that says “I Wish My Lawn Were Goth So It’d Cut Itself,” but I digress. But I honestly can’t see how even fans of this band would find this latest offering even mildly entertaining. Nothing on this album grabs you… not a beat, not a guitar lick, vocal harmony or melody. Nothing. Sadly, it’s like the band spent too much time trying to sound like everyone else, they forgot how to make music. Or at least they forgot how to make good music. Wait, what am I saying? They never knew how to make good music (see: Sticks and Stones, Catalyst or Head On Collision).

    If you are a fan of the band, I know you’ve already lapped this album up. . .and for that, I am truly sorry. For the rest of you, especially those of you considering buying this crap, listen to the first single “Oxygen.” Like that? Not so much? Yeah, well, consider that track the shiniest peanut in the turd.

    Rating: 2 out of 5

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    Let me get one thing out of the way so there is no confusion later on. I hate basketball. I hate it with a passion. I would rather go to an Indigo Girls concert than a basketball game. I would rather watch re-runs of the Rosie O’Donnell show than watch a basketball game. I would rather die than play basketball. Well, that’s not too much of a stretch, as being of the portly persuasion, playing anything would most likely kill me. But that’s neither here nor there. The basic fact is that if it doesn’t involve a helmet and grass or ice, I don’t consider it a sport. So imagine my surprise when I got excited about and ran out to purchase the soundtrack to the NBA video game 2K7. Go figure.

    The only reason that I bought this album is that it was put together by Dan “The Automator” Nakamura. I’ve been a fan of Dan The Automator for a while now, and you should be too. Seriously, if you haven’t heard anything that he did with the Handsome Boy Modeling School, get off your ass and check it out. It’s more magical than something that is really magical. Like crack. Anyways, Dan the Automator is a production genius and I will heartily buy anything that he slaps his name on. Which is why I bought a basketball themed album. Sure there are a ton of great artists on this album but lets get one more thing out of the way, this IS strictly a Dan The Automator album. Guests like Ghostface, Mos Def and Hieroglyphics only make good things better.

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    There are two main problems that I have with this album, the main being that all the songs are about basketball. All of them. I will refrain from going over how much I hate the game again. Luckily, a few of the songs seem more like “normal rap” than basketball tributes. The rhythms are great, but I may be a little tainted since I have a little “hetero man crush” on Dan the Automator. And for the most part, with a few exceptions, the rhymes are good. The song “Don’t Hate the Player” by Hieroglyphics is the best on the disc, mostly because the basketball references are more in the background rather than the main focus.

    For a soundtrack to a video game, this is a damn fine disc. As a stand alone rap or hip hop disc, there are better out there. If you dig basketball and rap, then you will probably shoot your load all over this like Kobe on a white girl. If not, it is still worth a listen. Now if only the worlds of hip hop and hockey could form a cohesive unit. I know it’ll never happen, but a fat kid can dream, cant he?

     

    Rating: 4 out of 5

    REVIEWS. . .

    by JAY DEE BELL

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    Mars Volta

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    Mars Volta! Hell yeah! WHOOOO!!! Oh man”¦ this CD is crazy! I was there and doing the”¦ damn”¦ the CD just kicks ass. I mean, when I’m out there going crazy, totally all lit you know, the CD is going all over the place and crazy. Man!! And when I’m comin’ down the music is all slow and like”¦ you know, slow. That’s the thing man ““ it’s just there. And I’ll be talking to Gary and he’ll say some bullshit about how he knew the guys in Slipknot and I tell him he don’t know shit from shit man. That’s the thing. Gary thinks he knows all these famous types but he’s just a nobody man. He’s like that guy”¦

    Yeah, so”¦ I just wish I knew what the chick was singing on this Mars Volta CD man. Fuckin’ crazy!! She’s all talkin’ and I’m like “what?” I always yell at my stereo “speak English motherfucker! Or get outa the country!” You know. Piss me off. That’s the thing. The guitars make me feel like I’m alive but not always ““ you know? WHOOOO!!!

    Someday man I’ll get my band back together and we’ll cover some of these songs man. Like that one song “Viscera Eyes” or whatever. Man I love that shit. I was”¦ that’s the thing. You know? WHOOOO!!! Mars is the best!! That movie with Arnold Schwats”¦ man, I don’t even know how to pronounce that dudes name man. You know The Terminator. Shit man. That’s the thing.

    Rating: 4 out of 5

    Well, there you have it friends. That’s going to do it for me and the gang this week, so, until next time, keep wearing it proud and playing it loud!

    Send the songs you’d most like to masturbate to, review copies, presents and assorted hate mail to:


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

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  • The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 74 – Soapy Slick

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    Over the nearly four years I’ve been posting my blatherings on the Internet – not only here at “The Show,” but also at my Fred Sez blog – I’ve recounted both a wide range of personal minutia and offered up a hefty amount of unsolicited opinions, much of it centered on aspects of the pop culture of the past fifty years. Comics, movies, music, the tube, bat invasions – I’ve shared it all.

    Well, ALMOST all. There is one little portion of my day to day life I’ve been consciously holding back. Holding back, that is, until now…

    Confession time, friends: I regularly watch a daytime drama.

    You know – a soap?

    I’ve been reluctant to cop to this fact for any number of reasons, not the least of which is that, by admitting I faithfully follow a daily sudser, it pretty much negates my ability to convincingly strike a critical pose regarding any OTHER corner of the video landscape. Look, I don’t care all that much for reality programs, for game shows, for forensic and/or police procedurals, for trumped up wrestling match scenarios, or even low-grade sit-coms, but well, how can I possibly criticize ANY of these genres with any sort of presumed intellectual authority once my soap addiction has been entered into the equation? I mean, how could I, for instance, possibly badmouth any of the CSI programs (putting aside for a moment the mildly relevant fact that I’ve never actually SEEN any of them) and expect to be taking seriously?

    “Aw, what’s HE know?”, folks will sneer, “HE watches soap operas!”

    T’wasn’t always the way, effendis, but it has been for long enough now. To follow, then, an explanation of how such a thing came to be, and the somewhat surprising manner in which it affected several of my later key prime-time viewing decisions (and what I happen to think is a pretty nifty piece of trivia bringing this episode of “The Fred Hembeck Show” to a stunning conclusion! Yeah, yeah – I’m overselling, but how ELSE am I gonna get you to wade through all of this?…)

    Ahem. Well, back to our subject.

    My mother watched the soaps. She called them her “sketches”. If memory serves, Another World, Days of Our Lives, and the long-defunct The Doctors – NBC productions all – comprised her regular daily slate when I was growing up. Whenever I was around and they were on – summers mostly – I generally ignored the drone of the melodramas piping out of the tube, focusing instead on reading my beloved comics while mom’s attention was riveted on the video serials. Of course, while I maintained a silent contempt for mom’s viewing choice, the funny books I was immersing myself in – sixties’ Marvels most prominently – were little more than spandex-suited soap operas themselves, with the emphasis leaning a tad bit more towards the action than towards the romantic angle. So, looking back, it comes as little surprise that I eventually became hooked on the television equivalent of one of Stan Lee’s multi-issue epics. But it wasn’t one of my mom’s sketches that did it…

    Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman, Norman Lear’s controversial syndicated soap-opera satire debuted in the fall of 1975, but not, as luck would have it, on any Buffalo, New York television stations. That’s where I was living at the time, finishing up my college education while sharing a ramshackle off-campus two story house over at 280 Stockbridge Avenue with five other fellows (new gal pal Lynn was also seen frequently in the environs). Although I had been a loyal viewer of much of Lear’s previous ground-breaking output (most especially All In The Family), there wasn’t much TV watching going on in that edifice in those days, so initially, the lack of access to this increasingly popular new show was hardly noticed.

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    Until one especially boring Saturday night, when a bunch of us were gathered around the tube, flipping through a far more limited array of channel choices than one is afforded these days. Suddenly, we stumbled upon the pig-tailed visage of star Loise Lasser, and out of curiosity – and frankly, because nothing else good was on – we backed away from the knob (no remotes for college students in those days, gang), sat back, and watched in fascination as Lear’s repertory company subversively turned soap opera conventions on their head – and better yet, offered viewers a sitcom with NO LAUGH TRACK!! Listening to each line, trying to pay close attention so as not to miss the absurd payoff to a typically banal conversation – this was just the kind of edgy entertainment that hip college students (and brother, that was us!) was looking for! Who knew we’d also get hooked into the serial viewing habit along the way?

    (Y’see, MH2 was being broadcast from a Canadian border station, running the daily half hour show twice a week, with two episodes late Friday, and the remaining three on Saturday. Since we came in mid-story – and it wasn’t just me and Lynn watching, though we were probably the most loyal pair of viewers in the house – when news came that a Buffalo station would FINALLY be picking up the program and would be running it from the very beginning, the move was roundly applauded! The only drawback came later, when, in an effort to get on the same page with everyone else nationwide as the show’s second season commenced, they blithely skipped over Mary’s nervous breakdown on The David Susskind Show and subsequent stay in a mental health facility. I’ve always regretted being denied that heralded sequence, as well as a far less well known one: the final weeks of the retitled Forever Fernwood – revamped due to Lasser’s exit – which never played on their flagship New York City station (we’d moved downstate by early 1978, y’see) as the series Herculean 325 episodes drew to a close with little or no fanfare. Nearly thirty years later, I STILL wonder about the source of Mary’s daughter Heather’s visions that she was having down at the town gazebo, a dangling plot point the WNEW didn’t have the decency to allow hardcore viewers like myself to ever learn. Bah. And YOU thought my head was just filled with meaningless comics trivia! Hah! Little you know!…)

    Naturally, since I’d found something I liked, I needed more. Lear himself provided it when, shortly after MH2 took the country by storm, he offered up “All That Glitters”, another five times a week soap satire, only this one had an extra helping of social commentary and fantasy heaped upon it: the premise here had all the women characters in positions of power, and all the men in subservient ones. In other words, a complete role reversal. The show was well done, and had a stellar cast – Gary Sandy, pre-WKRP In Cincinnati as the office boy toy, Linda Gray, pre-Dallas, as a transsexual, hunky ex-LA Dodger Wes Parker, and, in the role of the needy if somewhat slovenly “wife”, Chuck McCann!! – but the joke got pretty tiresome pretty quickly, and the show didn’t last past its inaugural season.

    (Yes, I watched Soap too, the sitcom that brought Billy Crystal to prominence, but I don’t consider it quite the same thing, as only a couple of dozen episodes of that show were produced each season. It’s the unrelenting quantity as much as anything that marks the true soap viewing experience. And I never became a regular viewer of any of the prime-time sudsers (save for the latter seasons of Melrose Place) like Dallas or Dynasty – though many of the serialized night-time dramas I have watched – Hill Street Blues, ER, Gilmore Girls, Desperate Housewives, even Buffy the Vampire Slayer – all have undeniable soapy aspects.)

    January 1980 saw a final, non-Lear, attempt at a satirical soap: L.A.T.E.R.. Here’s something that baffles me – I sometimes have to think twice to determine just what S.H.I.E.L.D., U.N.C.L.E., or T.H.U.N.D.E.R. stand for, but L.A.T.E.R.? Life and times of Eddie Roberts, naturally! And the thing only lasted three months! Geez, talk about your useless information….

    At this point, there was only one sure way to feed my insatiable hunger for serials (as opposed to for cereals – mmm, cereals…) – turn the TV on during the DAY! Lynn was going to grad school at the time, and had a flexible enough schedule to take off a half hour around lunch to cozy on up alongside her cartooning hubby to tune into the daily trials and tribulations of ABC’s Ryan’s Hope.

    I’m not sure how we settled on this particular series – it was never one of mom’s sketches – except that it was one of the few half hour soap being broadcast, and it had garnered a fair amount of praise for storylines tackling more contemporary issues than its video brethren. Revolving around an Irish family and their NYC bar, we soon discovered this essentially meant that something plot-worthy would happen to one or more of the regular characters one day, and then, for the next week or so, the OTHER characters would sit around the bar, discussing the possible implications of what had just happened! And then something ELSE would happen, and the cycle would be repeated! Given the genre, it wasn’t a bad show, really, just a whole lot slower than one might’ve liked. Which might well be why it was canceled back in 1989…

    (Funny thing about the actors who appear on daytime soaps – you just never know how their careers are going to turn out. Shortly before he achieved sex symbol status on LA Law, Corbin Bernsen was saddled with the thankless role of being a third tier buddy on Ryan’s Hope. He played the police officer partner of one of the show’s ostensible heartthrobs (who always struck me as a big galoot, but hey, what do I know from beefcake?…), and his job was simply to sit in the patrol car and provide an ear for the star to unload about his romantic problems. Corbin’s character had absolutely no back-story, had no other interaction with the remainder of the cast, he was simply there to give the hunk a forum to emote. A year later, Bernsen was a prime time star, and the only other time I saw his one time uniformed buddy was in the opening minutes of an episode of Lois and Clark, as he ran cravenly into a dark alley, only to be gunned down by gangsters, after spouting maybe two lines of dialog! Showbiz sure is funny – you just never know…)

    So anyway, we settled into our Ryan’s Hope habit, but the one thing I was determined not to do was to slip into watching a whole afternoon’s worth of soaps. Lynn wasn’t quite so adamant, though, and began to leave the tube on after RH closed up shop for the day, spurred on no doubt by the teaser scenes broadcast everyday during the serial’s final commercial break. That’s how she began watching All My Children

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    Me? Well, I resisted, honest I did, but I saw the commercials too, and even though I got up and left the room immediately after my daily visit with the Ryan clan concluded, our place wasn’t all that big at the time, the drawing board wasn’t all that far away, so while I may not’ve seen things, I sure HEARD ’em! Oh , the things I heard! Was Brooke’s mother REALLY the evil crime-boss Cobra? (Yes – though we also found out it wasn’t REALLY her mother…) After awhile, just to make conversation, I’d casually ask Lynn, hey sweetie, so what exactly happened on All My Children today, hmmm? Initially, she dutifully filled me in, but eventually, she just tired of the daily recap sessions and point-blank declared, look buddy, if you’re so interested, why don’t you just watch the show yourself?

    And so – God help me – I DID…

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    That was way back in 1981 – to give you some perspective, diva icon Erica Kane (Susan Lucci) had only been to the altar twice by then, though she was currently involved with a married man with the quintessential soap moniker of Brandon Kingsley – and I’ve been watching ever since! Twenty-five years, a full quarter century! Five days a week, fifty-two weeks a year, one hour a day (though that latter total is essentially shaved down to a more manageable forty minutes per episode thanks to the miracle of the VCR – a miracle that, beginning in the spring of 1983 meant the Hembeck household NEVER had to miss an episode again!!) (But just try watching a week or two’s worth in one or two sittings after you’ve returned from vacation – if things are at a hot point, plot wise, you’re in pretty decent shape. Otherwise, it’s the video equivalent of driving the New York Thruway from Buffalo to Long Island – wholly necessary to get from point A to point B, but barren and mind numbing nonetheless…) – that’s a LOT of All My Children!!

    And those of you who never developed a similar habit probably have one question screaming in your mind right about now:

    WHY?

    Well, I’m not really sure. Truth is, for the first five – maybe even ten – years, AMC seemed like a really good show to me! Honest! The characters (and actors) were interesting and appealing, while the melodramatic situations seemed clever and well conceived. Whether or not this was the actual truth or just the fact that the genre’s many cliches were new to us, I can’t say for certain. However, over the last dozen years, with the numerous improbable resurrections of long “dead” characters, the myriad of heretofore unknown sons, daughters, and half-siblings popping up at an alarming rate – not to mention murder mysteries that drag on for weeks, with the prime suspect ALWAYS found innocent during his or her trial – things have gotten a tad bit wearisome. But still I watch.

    WHY?

    Habit. And it really is the television equivalent of comfort food. There’s something reassuring about seeing the same characters day in day out, some of whom have been with the show for decades. (Despite being there since day one – years before me even – I’ve never cared much for Lucci’s Kane character, finding her more annoying than entertaining. Long term-wise, David Canary’s (Bonanza‘s Candy) meglomaniacal billionaire, Adam Chandler (and his sweet, simple minded twin, Stuart, who’s been criminally under used in recent times), is reason enough to justify tuning in.

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    Never off center stage (save for the occasional fortnight vacation) since joining the cast in 1983, his memorable portrayal has justifiably earned him a half dozen Leading Man Daytime Emmy Awards. I always got a special kick out of it when circumstances called for him to play Stuart pretending Adam, or vice versa – or that one unforgettable time he played Adam playing Stuart playing Adam! Okay, reading that sentence may’ve well made your head hurt, but if you’d seen him pull it off, trust me, you would’ve been impressed too! Michael E. Knight’s Tad Martin is another old friend I’d sorely miss if I quit watching…).

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    Let’s make something clear here – for me, the soaps aren’t really about the romances. Oh, I like me a good love story as much as anyone, but you’re far more likely to find a truly emotionally affecting romance in a movie. There have been some sweet couples on AMC over the years (Tad and Dixie USED to fall into that category – but then she came back form the dead, and well, you can just imagine the rest…), but I think the real appeal of following a daily soap boils down to two things:

    Secrets and confrontations.

    Everyone on a soap – unless you’re Corbin Bernsen – has a secret at one time or another. And while that secret is sometimes known to the viewer right from the outset, while other times it’s only slowly revealed to the audience at home, it’s a certainty that the character who’s MOST effected by said secret (like the mother whose baby was switched at birth, let’s say – hey, it happens!!…), they’re always the LAST ones to find out, after virtually everyone else in Pine Valley knows the bitter truth! And that leads inexorably to part two of this equation – the confrontation!

    WHAT exactly is the mother who fell victim to the baby switch going to say when she confronts the guilty infant snatcher – just coincidentally her erstwhile best friend, natch – when she finally learns the truth? THIS is the moment you’ve been primed, Pavlovian-like – to anticipate for months on end, and when it finally arrives, well, you really, really hope there’s no breaking news story to deny you the important stuff, dig? (I STILL don’t know why Julie Chandler left for the Far East years ago, thanks to Peter Jennings interrupting the festivities at just the wrong moment, and as the future Mrs. – and later ex – Jim Carrey’s exit was more low key than most, Lauren Holly’s 1989 departure was never, ever mentioned again! ANOTHER dangling plot thread taking up crucial space in my slowly atrophying noggin! Damn you, ABC News!)

    Yeah, I know – this all sounds pretty lame. And it probably is – but as addictions go, save for a few eroding braincells, happily, one’s health isn’t compromised! Sometimes, it’s just fun – in a rueful sort of way for loyal viewers – to simply sit back and mock the absurdity of it all. And in a crazy way, it even makes you appreciate other TV more. Check this out – a lot of folks labeled the second season of “Desperate Housewives” as substandard, but to these eyes, it was Masterpiece Theater compared to the thirty-sixth season of All My Children! And I’ve heard plenty of wailing about the perceived illogic of my beloved “24”, but friends, next to the wildly careening plot turns taken by the denizens of Pine Valley, Pennsylvania, the antics of Jack Bauer and company make plenty of sense to me!

    One of the outgrowths of watching AMC over the years has been the way it’s affected my OTHER TV viewing. First and foremost, it taught me never to watch any other soaps, as Id likely never be able to stop, but it’s also pointed me towards several prime time programs I might’ve otherwise passed on (and no, LA Law, which I’ve never watched, wasn’t one of them – I didn’t even realize who Bernsen was until I stumbled across his soap credit somewhere).

    Sarah Michelle Gellar joined the cast in 1993 as Kendall Hart, the grown daughter Erica Kane didn’t know she had (quite a trick – and Ms.Kane even more recently discovered a son she didn’t know about as well! As to HOW that was possible, don’t ask…). When she left to do Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I tuned in simply out of pure curiosity. wondering how a soap vet was gonna turn a little regarded horror flick into a weekly TV series. I didn’t even figure I’d be coming back for the second episode, but once I saw the debut, I was almost immediately transformed into a life-long Joss Whedon fan, and I’ve followed everything he’s done since!

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    Another actress in that role and I’d’ve most likely passed entirely (it didn’t seem, on the surface, my sort of show), probably wondering these many years later, what the fuss was all about. Far less the critical darling, but still a lot of fun, Las Vegas wouldn’t’ve even have been a blip on my radar, despite Jimmy Caan starring, if it weren’t for AMC’s ex-Leo, Josh Duhamel , being featured right alongside the Godfather vet as Danny. And even though I always found Kelly Ripa’s Hayley Vaughn either too shrill or too self-pitying, I couldn’t resist checking in to see how she’d make out sitting alongside Regis back when they were having on-air auditions to replace Kathie Lee Gifford several years back. Much to my surprise, I found her engaging, witty, and genuinely amusing, all the things that had never came across in her AMC work, and when she finally settled into the co-host seat five years ago, I became a regular viewer of a show that had gotten along just fine without me entirely for decades! the last time i had watched Reege was when he hosted a short-lived seventies gossip based game show, The Neighbors – who knew he was such a character? (I also watched Ripa’s sitcom, Hope and Faith, which I considered a well performed but dumb comedy, not something I would’ve otherwise followed, and shed no tears over its cancellation after three seasons…).

    So yeah, I watch a soap – and you might well say, if it weren’t for Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman, I never would’ve watched Firefly! And you might well be right…

    Let me leave you with this curious little bit of cross-network trivia. As stated above, Sarah Michelle Gellar went directly from playing Erica Kane’s daughter, Kendall Hart, to playing Buffy. At the same time she was on AMC, future Buffy cast mate – who would play a heretofore unknown younger sister to the Slayer (actual magic was used to accomplish THIS oddball plot point, making it slightly more credible than typical AMC plotting…) thrust into the mix midway during the series run – Michelle Trachtenberg was also a cast member on the soap. She played Lily Montgomery, the autistic step-daughter of long-time (and perennial Kane paramour) cast member (and comic fan!) Walt Willey.

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    She was more of a plot device than a fleshed out character at the time, however, and Jackson Montgomery (Willey) was involved with her birth mother, and nowhere near the then current Erica-based storyline, so the Gellar and Trachtenberg characters never crossed paths during their time spent simultaneously in Pine Valley.

    Then, a few years back, as is often the case, a new actress was brought in to assume the role of Kendall on AMC, and maybe a year later, another one to take on the task of bringing Lily from out of the halls of the special (but never seen) school she’d attended for nearly a decade off camera (her mom, y’see, had been killed awhile back). Jackson and Erica – who’d been on and off for nearly two decades, but who’d never actually tied the knot – FINALLY got married about a year ago, meaning that – just like Gellar and Trachtenberg on Buffy – the two characters originated by the aforementioned actresses, Kendall and Lily were now sisters too!

    Ain’t that something? Aren’t you glad you read all this way for THAT? Hey, my head’s filled with useless information, no argument there, but I’d like to think that at least some of it is INTERESTING useless information!!

    Well, gotta go. Lynn’s calling me – it’s time to watch today’s episode. I wonder when Adam’s gonna find out that his daughter Colby didn’t perish in that boat wreck (the one that served as a capper to her extravagant Sweet Sixteen Birthday party, shortly after she lost her virginity on board to Erica’s step-nephew!) and is instead hiding in the secret tunnels at the Chandler Mansion, listening in on everyone’s secrets? Hey, forget about how Marvel’s Civil War is gonna turn out – THIS is what I wanna see!..

    May Rao help me…

    Hembeck.com – c’mon over!

    -Copyright 2006 Fred Hembeck

  • Brat-halla #147: Norse Force – Special Tutoring

    by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 9/27/2006

     

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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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    • If you’ve yet to experience Neil & Emmy Cicierega‘s “Potter Puppet Pals”, now’s the time to finally jump on the bandwagon with their latest adventure, as the formerly flash-animated vignettes make their transition to live action with “Potion Class.” (Thingamabob)
    • Mark Evanier gives some background and introduces a clip of The Pendragons doing their legendary version of the classic magic trick “Metamorphosis.” (Thingamabob)
    • Peep the tour dates for legendary raconteur, humorist, DAILY SHOW correspondent, humanitarian, and author of The Areas Of My Expertise, John Hodgman. Accompanied by cyber-troubadour Jonathan Coulton, like The Monkees before them, they could be coming to your town (Thingamabob)
    • Go take a look at some of the stunning art crafted with old world skill by The Venture Bros.‘ own Doc Hammer. (Thingamabob)
    • A turtle singing Robbie Williams’ cover of “Ain’t That a Kick In The Head.” A turtle named Tibby. (Thingamabob)
    • Herman’s Hermits and Phyllis Diller. ‘Nuff said. (Thingamabob)

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 9/26/2006

     

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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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    • Cyber-troubadour Jonathan Coulton nears the end of his epic year-long “Thing a Week” series of songs with #51: “Summer’s Over”. While you’re over there, be sure to check out the other 50 ““ and pick up his CDs. And pledge your life to him. (Thingamabob)
    • Some viral videos you can guarantee, without a doubt, will haunt your dreams. This is one such video. This is a dance of pure, unadulterated evil. (Thingamabob)
    • If you you’re at all like me (or if you are me, which would be terribly disturbing marvel of physics), just the idea of the Richard Donner cut of Superman II seeing the light of day is enough to brighten the day. That it’s coming out on DVD this November is a cause for celebration. How about a preview of Donner’s original opening for the film (replaced by the Richard Lester’s Eiffel Tower sequence in the theatrical release)? (Thingamabob)
    • James Urbaniak (who many know as the voice of The Venture Bros.‘ Dr. Venture, or American Splendor‘s R. Crumb, or dozens of other roles, and can currently be seen as a stone cold hitman on NBC’s Kidnapped) has one of the finest “blogging actor” blogs around, “Voucher Ankles.” (Thingamabob)
    • Comics writer/historian Mark Evanier contextualizing a historical evening in Broadway history, concerning one Ms. Julie Andrews. (Thingamabob)
    • Surely you must know that the 4th series of the best (and most informative) panel show ever to grace a TV set (or computer monitor) begins this Friday, September 29th on BBC2. You know – QI, hosted by Stephen Fry, featuring regular panelist Alan Davies and a trio of top flight comedians and humorists exploring nuggets of “Quite Interesting” knowledge. The show that has yet to find a US network smart enough to pick it up (I’m looking at you, BBC America). Thank jebus for bittorrent. (Thingamabob)

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  • Nocturnal Admissions: Book Reviews, Nicole Kidman and Ava Gardner: “Love is Nothing”

     

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    To what degree do we need to know about an actor’s life to appreciate his art? Are actors “artists” the way a writer is? Does the more we learn about his background inform our appreciation of the intentions behind the resulting work?

    Actors are obviously important to a successful movie, yet at the higher levels of film studies it is the directors and sometimes writers who are granted full length critical studies, examinations of their careers film by film, or even book length studies of individual films. Sure, stars get their books. But they tend to be bios, usually derived, if the star is still living, from old interviews, gossip columns, and other bios.

    Yet arguably the only reason ordinary non-academic movie viewing people go to movies is to see stars. Secondary they want a good story, or what is hoped will be a good story, based on the premise hinted at in the trailer or by word of mouth or seasonal lists in Sunday previews. But they use stars – to learn how to smoke, to flirt, to make snappy comebacks, and to hunt for others models. For me, Marlon Brando and James Dean got me through adolescence, providing characters though which to channel angst. From them, I transitioned to Jack Nicholson as an avatar of existential isolation. In my maturity, I’ve turned to a wide variety of actresses, from the obscure (Eleonore Klarwein in Peppermint Soda to the famous (such as Sandra Bullock in While You Were Sleeping), as lures to the exploration of ideas and feelings.

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    David Thomson is to be lauded for at least attempting to explore the weird hold that stars have on us in his new book Nicole Kidman (Knopf, 284 pages, $24.95. ISBN 1.4000.4273.9). It’s not a biography of the actress so much as a book length chronological meditation on her career, its meaning, his intellectual and emotional involvement in it from afar, and his interpretation of what her roles “mean,” and about “what happens to any one beholding an actress.”

    It’s new terrain, even though Thomson (author of the Biographical Dictionary of Film, and books on Welles and Selznick, among many others) has done it before, in his book on Warren Beatty. There, Thomson did much the same thing, pondering Beatty’s career and choices film by film, but he also alternated those chapters with a fictional account of a “critic” meeting up with the charismatic “actor” whom he calls Desert Eyes.

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    Personally, I like the early, fun Kidman much better, for the most part, than the late Oscar anointed super serious later Kidman. And I wonder if across the board the Australian born actress is really all that popular, lusted after or admired enough to “open” a picture such as, say, The Interpreter, the way that Julia Roberts can open something like My Best Friend’s Wedding. Kidman herself has been the subject of several quickie bios already, including Nicole Kidman: The Biography, by Lucy Ellis and Bryony Sutherland from a few years ago, and a couple since then. I have no idea how many copies these books sold, but I am guessing that they were commissioned on an assumption of popularity not born out by reality. I never hear Kidman talked about the way Roberts, or Meg Ryan, or Uma Thurman or her pal and regional colleague Naomi Watts is talked about, as idle chatter amongst film buffs and civilians. But I am still interested enough to read a whole book about her, especially one by someone with an interesting mind engaged with her on multiple levels.

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    This is a confessional book. Thomson is digging deep within himself to pull out all possible reactions, fantasies, hopes, and demands about, for, and of the star. It’s a form of mental mauling, and it’s perhaps understandable that Kidman, on September 11th, publicly announced her disapporval of the book, willfully misinterpreting it as an “unauthorized biography” written about her “after only having one brief phone chat with her,” but anyone who had read Thomson before, especially his “history,” The Whole Equation: A History Of Hollywood, in which he dedicates a chapter to her, an ab ovo version of the current book. Having seen that chapter, some editors approached Thomson to turn it into his next book, but it’s not really a book in the conventional sense, or even the literal sense. Wide margins, a large typeface, and tricks with kerning bulk out a text that is in actuality quite a quick read.

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    And I am not even sure it’s the right time for it. Thomson is just close enough to squeeze in some comments on her next film, Fur, about Diane Arbus, but Kidman has a whole raft of films coming up that could significantly alter what we think about what has come before (as all films do to all careers). She’s got a sci-fi film, The Visiting, about an alien virus, co-starring Daniel Craig and Jeremy Northam (one Bond playing against a should-been); a Noah Baumbach film opposite Jack Black; a role in New Line’s post Rings franchise, His Dark Materials, based on the Philip Pullman books; a Bourne Identity for chicks; a new Baz Luhrmann film, with Hugh Jackman, about a pre-WW II cattle drive; a Kar Wai Wong film, The Lady from Shanghai, again with Jackman; and Headhunters, a Gentlemen Prefer Blondes-sounding comedy. Would Thomson’s views on Kidman be significantly different, instead of ending on the rather low point of Bewitched?

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    Probably not, because Thomson has made it clear that he doesn’t even really like movies all that much anymore. He wrote in the most recent edition of his Biographical Dictionary that he has found that he loves “books more than films,” didn’t appear to update the book fully, and for some of the newer listees didn’t even bother to comment on the young subject’s career. Nevertheless, books on movies sell more than books on books, and he continues to write about movies. Knopf publishes his books every two years or so, and he receives lavish space and, presumably money for appearing there, in Independent, the New Republic, and other publications.

    Thomson’s tendency to rewrite old movies or fantasize new ones, as he does throughout his Kidman book, is perhaps a symptom of his dislike of movies rather than a sign that he still engages with the medium. The movies in his mind are better than most of the Kidman films he has to deal with. Thus he imagines kinky remakes of Rebecca and Belle du jour with Kidman in the central roles (does Thomson fantasize throwing mud on a tree-bound Kidman?), and rewrites some of her actual movies, like To Die For and Birth.

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    A book about Kidman is inevitably a book about Cruise, and here Thomson’s and my taste begin to diverge. They made three movies together, and Thomson argues that the last one ended the marriage, as a love sick Kubrick gleefully needled them by basing their characters on what he observed in their private lives. Thomson undervalues Cruise, but says some clever things about him, such as that “Cruise sounds like a young man still so anxious not to offend he would sooner not think,” on page 44.

    He continues to deviate. He doesn’t praise Dead Calm enough, he ridicules the clever Malice than praises the overrated To Die For on grounds for which he just mocked Malice. He doesn’t attack the politics of The Peacemaker enough (does George Clooney look back on it with fondness?), and goes on and on about how much he dislikes Eyes Wide Shut, even putting thoughts in the head of Kubrick and imaginary grins on his face. Early on he quotes the famous Bernstein speech about the girl on the ferry from Kane but later doesn’t even connect it to the similar thoughts that Kidman’s wife has about a naval officer. He loves the bombastic Moulin Rouge, in which Kidman stuck me as terribly miscast as a sex siren, and he spends a long chapter on the atrocious Cold Mountain (it appears that Anthony Minghella has become a friend of his), where he praises the source book’s novelist for attention to detail and patient rewrites, the sort of thing for which he criticized Kubrick earlier. He likes her in the bad The Human Stain. By the end of the book he doesn’t have much beyond simple reporting to say about her recent projects such as The Interpreter or Bewitched.

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    We really only agree on admiring both Birthday Girl and Birth, as well as Dogville, a modern masterpiece, like Eyes Wide Shut. I guess he likes The Hours but I came away from that chapter not really knowing (I don’t care for the film, really).

    But being thorough, or obsessed, Thomson also critiques Kidman’s stage appearances (though it is not clear if he actually saw The Blue Room), her published interviews and TV talk show appearances, and even some of her photo spreads. He waxes agonistes over the possibility of her having had face work. He even knows her shoe size (six).

    He is not above score settling. He complains about a bad review of his last book in the New York Times, and then weaves a weird conspiracy theory about that paper’s treatment of Eyes Wide Shut. He takes potshots at what he lables “beaverish subtextual critics,” without explaining what they are, while sounding like one himself.

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    Thomson has taken on the weary mood of the old film buff, growing censoriousness with age, even calling for a moratorium on new films. He can still conjure up the witty insight (“While the medium is founded on fantasy involvement, still so much of its material is held up to shortsighted and depleting schemes of what is plausible,” page 203), but he is too often given over to cliches (“give up the ghost”), or worse, in order to avoid cliche, he indulges in convoluted rewrites of common phrases, such as “pressures on the mouse” for “mouse clicks” and “past their best dates for eating” for “sell-by date (page 223). He likes to list a series of qualifications and then go, “Never mind,” like Roseanne Roseanadana. Thomson engages in whole pages of throat clearing, telling us what he is not going to talk about. He changes tenses, drifting into the lofty future tense. He often has the humorlessness heaviness of John Updike, and sometimes sounds like Kael, as on page 76. Passages on pages 43 and 104 made absolutely no sense to me.

     

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    You can tell he is fed up with movies, viewers, and maybe even readers from his author photo. He stands sideways, his arms resistingly, defiantly crossed, his bearish torso covered in a black sweater. Thomson is a writer obsessed with eyes, and his own are caught in a posture of skeptical impatience with the gazer. They seem to say, “What do you want? What can you tell me? Nothing.”

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    Thomson’s book makes an interesting contrast with Lee Server‘s more straightforward biography of Ava Gardner, Ava Gardner: “Love is Nothing” (St. Martin’s Press, 551 pages, $29.95, ISBN 0 312 31209 1). Thomson’s Kidman is a happy narcissist who loves the camera. Gardner was a woman with animal charisma who personally didn’t know what all the fuss was about. Once Mickey Rooney introduced her to sex, her life was changed, and she appeared in movies primarily to fund her hedonism and work in political causes. She rejected America, hated the movie business, and was kicked out of more European hotel bars than a drunken sailor on a binge.

    Server, who compiled a terrific book on screenwriters as well as a previous bio on Mitchum, writes in an engaging quasi hardboiled style, and never grows tired of his subject as so many biographers do. Yet Gardner does not thrive in the posthumous pantheon, like Hepburn or Monroe. Today she’s more like an Ella Raines, the object of slavering cults among film buffs. Gardner made “important” films, such as The Barefoot Contessa and On the Beach, but a viewing of The Killers usually makes the otherwise ignorant viewer realize that Gardner was not only one of the greatest screen presences but sadly under utilized, thanks to Hollywood’s inability to showcase her and her own eventual disenchantment with the industry. Server’s book is a wonderful combination of testimonial, obit, and resume.

    Kidman is an odd cinematic icon. She is sexy despite herself. There is something icy about her manner. She doesn’t exude sex, she subtracts it, especially in her later roles. Part of the reason she was miscast in  Moulin Rouge is because she does not invite sensuality. She has rarely done love scenes, and when she has, they have been acts of aggression (see  Malice). On the other hand, she is a girl who likes to dress up and play roles, while also being a cunning businesswoman, with a large streak of lovable self-doubt in her (she seems to have backed out of as many movies as she’s been in). She’s a tomboy who wants to be piss elegant. Personally, I like the tomboy, and haven’t favored the elegance. She is the opposite of Gardner, who couldn’t give a damn about her career, and would let it all go for a man. Kidman comes across as someone who holds it all in. She wouldn’t swoon. She seems like a dedicated careerist, and the role of the hustler in  Malice may in the end be the part most like her, the initiator of careful, intricate schemes of profit. I don’t mean to sound like I don’t like her, because I do, a lot. I will always go see the new Kidman film, but these days more in hopes of reclaiming the Kidman of the past.

     

  • Spook’d #96: Extreme Lair Makeover – Secret Room

    by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

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  • Weekend Shopping Guide 9/22/06: Instant Karma

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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…

    I admit that the pre-launch marketing blitz that preceded the premiere of My Name Is Earl turned me off to the show, so much so that I actually let my screener of the pilot sit on my desk, unwatched, for over two months. When I finally did get around to watching it, I realized that I had made a mistake in believing that something must be rotten in Denmark, and Earl was, in fact, a quirky little comedy worth watching – much to my surprise, considering NBC’s recent track record of ignoring its own comedy gems in favor of some real stinkers. If you want to see what I was so impressed by, pick up a copy of the first season set (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP). Bonus features include commentaries on select episodes, deleted scenes with optional commentary, a behind-the-scenes featurette, a blooper reel, and a bizarro “what if” feature that presents an alternate universe version of the show called “Bad Karma.”

    One of the more appealing aspects of My Name Is Earl is its use of music – a trait found amongst many of the more memorable shows of years past. Even better, it’s an eclectic mix of everything from Harry Nilsson’s “Joy” to Uncle Kracker covering The Band’s “The Weight” – with stops featuring Sammy Davis, Jr., Jerry Reed, and Matthew Sweet along the way. All of those tunes and more are features on My Name Is Earl: The Album (Shout! Factory, $18.98 SRP). A volume 2 would be nice, too.

    Formerly bare-bones, the complete fourth season of The Bob Newhart Show (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP) actually manages some decent bonus features in addition to the season’s 24 episodes. Those bonus materials include commentaries on 4 episodes, “A Second family” featurette, and a gag reel.

    If that’s not enough Newhart for you, then you’ll also want to pick up his return to the stand-up stage he left in the 60’s in Bob Newhart: Button-Down Concert (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP). What’s great is that even after all these years, he’s still great on stage, and the delivery is every bit as sharp as the material.

    It’s always a dicey proposition when an artist returns to a past success and decides to sequalize it. Sometimes it’s a success, and sometimes it’s an abysmal failure – it seems there’s very little in-between to be had. Luckily for fans of Elton John and Bernie Taupin’s legendary Captain Fantastic and The Brown Dirt Cowboy, their thirty-years-on sequel The Captain and The Kid (Interscope, $13.98 SRP) is a successful return to a once-powerful well, exploring the lives of its creators in the period since their autobiographical epic. What’s more, Elton has retained the less-schmaltzy tunes and production methods of his last few albums, returning to the edgy, memorable sound of his hit-making past – which is perfectly complemented by some of Taupin’s strongest lyrics in years. Together, they produce a worthy successor and a solid listen.

    Everyone knows of the various attempts that Salvador Dali and Walt Disney made over the years to work on a project, but did you know that there was also a shelved collaboration between Disney and Roald Dahl? Written by Dahl long before his classics, the wartime story The Gremlins (Dark Horse, $12.95 SRP) was optioned by Disney with the intention to turn it into a full-length feature. That film never came to be, but the Disney artists did wind up lavishly illustrating a hardcover edition of the story in 1943 – an edition that has been unavailable for the past 60 years. Dark Horse has lovingly restored every piece of artwork and is re-releasing that original hardcover (with a brand-new introduction from Leonard Maltin), and any fan of Dahl or Disney absolutely will kick themselves if they don’t snap up a copy of their own.

    The sixth and final season of The Flintstones (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$44.98 SRP) may be best remembered for giving pop culture the gift of that interstellar imp, The Great Gazoo. This season also featured a take-off on Bewitched (with guest stars Elizabeth Montgomery & Dick York), movie spoofs, and the return of “Stoney Curtis.” The bonus materials this go wrong are awfully mediocre – do we really need a featurette with Stephen Baldwin? Still, at least we’ve now got the entire run of this classic primetime cartoon.

    It can be quite embarrassing to admit a deep, dark secret. Especially one that is so incredibly embarrassing as to make you an instant object of ridicule as soon as the hidden shame is uttered aloud – but to hell with it, I’ll admit it… I actually enjoy watching America’s Funniest Home Videos. Like cocoa on a cold winter night or lemonade in summer, it’s a reliable, comfortable thing to spend an evening with. That, and I still find balls to the crotch, wedding guests tumbling on a dance floor, mugging babies, and piano playing cats quite funny. For those who share my guilty pleasure, there are 6 brand-new themed AFV releases to keep you company as the days grow shorter this Fall – AFV: Sports Spectacular, AFV: Nincompoops & Boneheads, AFV: Love & Marriage, AFV: Battle of the Best, AFV: Looks At Kids & Animals, and AFV: Home For The Holidays (Shout! Factory, Not Rated, DVD-$ SRP each).

    While the quality of the work itself varies – and much of the enjoyment stems largely from how you feel about a given artist – there’s no denying that Palm’s series collecting the work of various directors is a must-have investment for any aspiring filmmaker. Collecting their music videos, short films, animations, promos, TV spots, and much more – along with interviews, commentaries, and a deluxe illustrated book – the latest batch of discs to pick up are The Work Of Director Stephane Sednaoui, The Work Of Director Anton Corbijn, The Work Of Director Jonathan Glazer, and The Work Of Director Mark Romanek (Palm, Not Rated, DVD-$24.98 SRP each). Trust me – you want these discs.

    I admit to really loving the deluxe, hardcover, archival editions that Dark Horse has been releasing of titles I never thought would get that kind of treatment. In the past, it was Doctor Solar and Magnus: Robot Fighter. Now, it’s the entire run – spanning four volumes – of Mike Baron & Steve Rude’s Nexus (Dark Horse, $49.95 SRP), all lovingly restored and presented, and ready for a place of honor on your shelf.

    The more I watch of Avatar (Paramount, Not Rated DVD-$64.99 SRP) – whose entire 20-episode first season (“Book 1: Water”) has been released via a 6-disc, feature-laden box set – I can’t help but think that it feels more like a Cartoon Network series than its actual home network, Nickelodeon. Maybe that’s because it’s layered, action-adventure-mysticism-based mythology seems more like the pre-teen boy fare you’d find on CN. Regardless of where it’s berthed, it’s a beautifully designed, engaging show worth checking out, regardless of your age. Bonus features include a behind-the-scenes featurette with the cast & crew, commentary on the pilot, and two making-of featurettes focusing on the sound and the Korean animation studios.

    It will probably come as a surprise to many children of the 80’s that Bill Cosby had a sitcom long before he played the head of the Huxtable clan. In 1969’s The Bill Cosby Show (Shout! Factory, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP), Cosby played gym teacher Chet Kincaid. It features many of Cosby’s indelible idiosyncrasies and comedic nuances, but is a wholly different experience from his later hit series. This first season set features all 26 episodes, plus a new interview with Cosby.

    Battlestar Galactica fans salivating over the impending third season can catch up with the 11 episodes of what is being billed as Season 2.5 (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP). The 3-disc set features an extended version of the “Pegasus” cliffhanger, as well as deleted scenes, podcasts, and producer David Eick’s video logs.

    Every time I dig into another set of Dick Cavett Show episodes, I’m left wanting more of his in-depth interviews with the icons of years past. The latest set is The Dick Cavett Show: Hollywood Greats (Shout! Factory, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP), featuring 12 uncut episodes from Cavett’s show, with guests including Orson Welles, Mel Brooks, Kirk Douglas, Groucho Marx, John Huston, Marlon Brando, Frank Capra, Alfred Hitchcock, Peter Bogdanovich, Bette Davis, Robert Mitchum, Debbie Reynolds, Fred Astaire, Katharine Hepburn, and Robert Altman. Quite a list, no? The 4-disc set also features brand new introductions and an interview with Cavett.

    The 70’s was an era of profoundly unhip people hosting talk shows that booked some incredibly hip guests, often providing a forum that many mainstream shows wouldn’t allow decidedly “unique” personalities. These “unhipsters” included Cavett, Mike Douglas, and Tom Snyder. It’s Tom Snyder’s Tomorrow program that has gotten the latest themed release with The Tomorrow Show: Tom Snyder’s Electric Kool-Aid Talk Show (Shout! Factory, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP), which collects interviews with Dr. Timothy Leary, The Grateful Dead, Ken Kesey, and Tom Wolfe. Pick up the disc and pay careful attention to Snyder’s often bewildered – yet somehow delighted – face.

    Though often dismissed as a lesser follow-up to Rocky Horror Picture Show, it’s a little bit disconcerting just how prescient Richard O’Brien’s Shock Treatment (Fox, Rated PG, DVD-$19.98 SRP) has turned out to be, with its meta-concept of a small Texas town as reality show… Imagine The Truman Show with Rocky Horror‘s brad & Janet all set to music. The new 25th anniversary edition includes a pair of retrospective featurettes, as well as the film’s theatrical trailers.

    Before Oscars and the mountain life found him, Heath Ledger starred in the short-lived sword & sorcery series Roar (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP), all 13 episodes of which have made their inevitable way to DVD. Surprisingly enough, it’s actually an enjoyable show that might have grown into another Hercules or Xena if given the chance.

    If it wasn’t for the presence of Dennis Haysbert, I probably wouldn’t watch The Unit (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP), about an autonomous special forces unit of the U.S. military operating both Stateside an abroad. I could watch Haysbert read the phone book… And the fact that Robert Patrick is there to read it with him in this series – well, I’m sold. The complete first season set features all 13 episodes, plus commentary on the episode “SERE” and an “Inside Delta Force” featurette.

    It’s hard to remember a time when the brand of “National Lampoon” upon a film actually meant a mark of quality (as opposed to a direct-to-video, groan-worthy cheapie), but during the 70’s, Lampoon was a synonym for the highest, and most subversive, comedy to be found. One of the key architects of the Lampoon style was Doug Kenney, a brilliant comic writer and thinker whose far-too-brief life is chronicled in A Futile and Stupid Gesture: How Doug Kenney and National Lampoon Changed Comedy Forever (Chicago Review Press, $24.95 SRP).

    In an age of the US “spreading democracy,” then Our Brand Is Crisis (Koch, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP) should be required viewing. The documentary follows a team of political consultants – including James Carville – as they head to Bolivia to manage the campaign for Bolivian presidential candidate Gonzalo Sanchez de Lozada, including everything from ads to speeches to smear campaigns. It’s a sobering view of just what kind of influence we’re bringing to the world stage.

    If I’m going to be completely honest with you, I never watched Hart to Hart (Sony, Not Rated, DVD-$49.95 SRP) for the jet-setting adventures of Jonathan & Jennifer Hart (Robert Wagner & Stafanie Powers). No, I used to watch the show strictly for the lovably gravely-voiced retainer of the Harts, Max (played by the great Lionel Stander). Crikey, I miss him. Every show needs a Max. The 5-disc seasoned season set features all 20 episodes, but bonus features are nowhere to be found.

    Honestly, any flick that stars Robert Culp has got a leg up in my book. That Eric Fleming’s The Almost Guys (Karma Films, Not Rated, DVD-$15.00 SRP) is also a very funny tale – about a pair of repo men (Culp and Fleming) who find a major league baseball pitcher bound & gagged in the trunk of a repo three days before the World Series and hatch an absurd plot to come out ahead on the deal – is icing on the cake. Bonus materials include an audio commentary, Fleming’s short films, and the theatrical trailer.

    Known largely for his hit “Secret Agent Man,” is takes the 2-disc Secret Agent Man: The Ultimate Johnny Rivers Anthology (Shout! Factory, $24.98 SRP) to fully present just how many memorable tunes we owe to Rivers rocking delivery, including “Midnight Special,” “Poor Side of Town,” and more. Give it a spin and find out for yourself…

    They’d done the deed, and the fourth season of Moonlighting (Lionsgate, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) is when you could feel the cracks beginning to form, as Bruce Willis’s film career heated up and Cybil Shepherd’s ego began to expand exponentially. At least we got more Curtis Armstrong. The 3-disc set features all 14 episodes, plus commentaries select episodes.

    Before he was a superstar with the power to bankrupt studios with his asking fee, Jim Carrey was the star of high-concept, low-budget comedies that struck a chord with audiences, propelling him to the fiscal superstardom he enjoys today. A pair of those early flicks comprise the Ace Ventura box set (Warner Bros., Rated PG, DVD-$19.98 SRP), featuring newly remastered (and widescreen) versions of Pet Detective and When Nature Calls. Pet Detective contains an audio commentary with director Tom Shadyac, TV spots, and the trailer, while When Nature Calls is limited to that flicks’ trailer. The set does, however, contains a 3rd disc with 3 episodes from the Ace Ventura animated series. Aaaaaaallllrighty then.

    Packed with trivia, artwork, rarities, and more information about the man of Steel than you can shake a forest full of sticks at, The Krypton Companion (Twomorrows, $24.95 SRP) more than lives up to its name as a veritable cornucopia of Superman trivia and minutiae. As always, Twomorrows has released a tome that will excite and interest fans both hardcore and casual, celebrating comics as entertainment first and foremost.

    If you’ve been fretting over exactly how you can pull off the perfect schlock horror filmfest this Halloween, rest your weary brow and snag the first three volumes of Elvira’s Movie Macabre double features (Shout! Factory, Not Rated, DVD-$14.98 SRP each). Hosted by the Mistress of the Dark, this 1981 series featured our ghoulishly beautiful host introducing the worst of the worst – films like Count Dracula’s Great Love, The Werewolf Of Washington, The Devil’s Wedding Night, The Doomsday Machine, Legacy of Blood, and Frankenstein’s Castle of Freaks.

    Although I’m sure the added bonus features – including a sing-along, deleted scenes, interviews with Travolta & Newton-John, footage from the DVD launch party, and more – the real stand-out of the “Rockin’ Rydell Edition” of Grease (Paramount, Rated PG, DVD-$19.99 SRP) is the miniature leather jacket that adorns the DVD case. It’s a truly nifty, very frightening collectible.

    The Live at Montreux series of concert releases rolls along with a 1986 Eric Clapton performance and a 1973 set from Canned Heat (Eagle Vision, Not Rated, DVD-$14.98 SRP each).

    It was only a matter of time before a book was written that catalogues and celebrated that most popcorn of movie genres – the disaster flick. Disaster Movies (Chicago Review Press, $18.95 SRP) contains write-ups on everything from The Poseidon Adventure to The Hindenburg – no cinematic disaster is too obscure.

    I wouldn’t call them classics, but no self-respecting horror fan will want to pass up the five films featured in the 3-disc Boris Karloff Collection (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP) – Night Key, Tower of London, The Climax, The Strange Door, and The Black Castle. And with Halloween coming up, it’s time to start lining up flicks for those ghoulish fests.

    I have never been a fan or Ron Howard as a director – as a Taylor and a Cunningham, sure, but as a director, not so much. One of his more palatable flicks, for me, was Backdraft (Universal, Rated R, DVD-$19.98 SRP). Honestly, I’m not sure why. Maybe it was Kurt Russell. Either way, it’s now got a 2-disc anniversary edition, with an intro from Howard, documentaries, behind-the-scenes featurettes, deleted scenes, and more.

    Like an old workhorse, the 6th season of King of Queens (Sony, Not Rated, DVD-$39.95 SRP) is simply a sitcom that knows its characters and its parameters, and is dependable week-in and week-out. No big surprises, just a reliable chuckle-fest that doesn’t feel the need to aim any higher than what’s proven successful.

    Adhering closer to the source material than the feature films it spun out of, the animated Return To The Planet Of The Apes (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP) had a trio of astronauts arriving on the simian planet, which now featured a civilization of cars and planes, in addition to Cornelius, Zira, and General Urko. Lasting only 13 episodes, the complete run is now available separate from last year’s mega-box set.

    There’s nothing like viewing a low-rent 80’s cheesefest like Hunk (BCI, Rated PG, DVD-$9.98 SRP) to bring back find memories of a simpler time in American cinema, where a pitch like “Faust reimagined as the Devil offering a dweeb the ability to become a hunk in exchange for his soul” gets – not only made, but made with James Coco as the Devil. Oh, the 80’s…

    With the 2nd volume of its second season, the complete run of He-Man and The Masters of the Universe (BCI, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP) has now been immortalized on those shiny, data-packed discs for fanboys the world over to place upon their shelves. The 6-disc set features those final 32 episodes – but like previous sets, it’s positively packed to the rafters with bonus materials, including a trio of episode commentaries, a pair of episode storyboards, and 2 brand-new behind-the-scenes documentaries (as well as the two artist postcards). Never in a million years did I think that He-Man – He-Man! – would get this kind of deluxe treatment, but it just goes to show what an amazing company BCI is when it comes to their releases (Disney could learn a thing or three from them).

    And speaking of series I never thought I’d see on DVD, add BCI’s complete series release of both Blackstar and Space Sentinels/Freedom Force (BCI, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP each). Not only do we get all 3 series, but both sets also contain commentaries, documentaries, interviews, galleries, and more. Do you hear that, Disney? That’s the sound of another company doing animated series releases *right*. My one gripe, though, was BCI’s use of double-sided discs, which I detest… So kudos on the bonus materials and releasing the series, but nega-kudos for the choice of medium.

    Final Resting places of horror luminaries, haunted houses, eerie locales, and more are detailed in Creepy Crawls (Santa Monica Press, $16.95 SRP), author Leon Marcelo’s handy guide to taking a fiendish road trip of your own, following in the footsteps of all things macabre.

    When every franchise under the sun is getting its own box set (hello, Leprechaun!), you knew that the killer doll with the overalls wasn’t far behind – which is to say yes, there is a Child’s Play collection featuring all 4 sequels (the first flick is not included), titled Chucky: The Killer DVD Collection (Universal, Rated R, DVD-$29.98 SRP). Containing Child’s Play 2, Child’s Play 3, Bride of Chucky, and Seed of Chucky, the set also features audio commentaries on Bride and Seed, plus featurettes.

    Give it enough time, and everything, everyone, and every property under the sun will eventually be made into an action figure. Cinema buffs might want to adorn their desks with Dark Horse’s Movie Icons collection ($24.99 SRP each). Below, you’ll see Oliver Hardy, Stan Laurel, Charlie Chaplin, and Steve McQueen (with baseball – you know the flick). Each figure comes in a film canister package, and is ready for you to finally enact that Chaplin/Laurel & Hardy brawl.

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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…

  • Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Reviews, Stay Alive and Silent Hill

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    Stay boxWill video games ever translate to the big screen? Since at least Tron in 1982, or more recently Super Mario Bros. in 1993, filmmakers have been trying to capture or recreate, I don’t know which, something about the video game experience. The need has become even more urgent in recent years as video game playing has come to exceed movie going as the youth leisure activity of choice. But then, filmmakers have also been trying to adapt comic books to the screen, too, without much success, be it 1936 or 2006. Though whereas the comic book hero offers the allure of ready made heroic characters and stories, the attraction of the video game to a filmmaker must be something akin to the magic of immersion into a different world, the “fish out of water” theme that was the linchpin of 1980s cinema.

    Silent boxDespite the fact that occasionally a filmmaker, such as Robert Montgomery in Lady In the Lake in 1947 or Brian De Palma in the recent The Black Dahlia, embraces the same impulse as one that drives many of the video games available (“you are there” POV cameras, for example), there is still a terrible gap between “movie,” as such, which instills a level of physical passivity in the viewer, and “game,” in which participation is the whole point. But these days even narrative, the bedrock of commercial cinema, is stronger in video games than in most of the movies made, and it appears that when our youth go to spin their stories they do so at Sega rather than Sony Columbia.
    But if the video game movie is a thin, dissicated genre, it nevertheless already has its female icon, German actress Alice Krige. She appears in both Stay Alive and Silent Hill, two recent films, the first about gaming, the second based on a game. In the first she has a cameo as a Wicca-style store owner who provides crucial plot-driving information in one scene. In Silent Hill she is the grand matriarch of a ghostly village.

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    In some ways, Stay Alive is an admirable picture. It is one of some 20 films made at least partially in Louisiana in the wake of Katrina (according to the film’s commentary track, anyway), from the Lindsay Lohan vehicle Just My Luck to The Guardian. But unlike other recent films set in the region, such as Skeleton Key, Stay Alive doesn’t even really feel like it is set in the south. There is a lushly acquitted plantation-like house with a long drive way that opens the film, but the rest is “¦ just anonymous American City.

     

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    But then, one is grateful for that simplicity because otherwise Stay Alive can’t even make sense of its own premise. The eponymous bootleg video game, Stay Alive, unofficially based on Fatal Frame, is somehow the ghostly embodiment of Elizabeth Bathory, the 17th century Hungarian serial killer who has been the subject of many a movie from Countess Dracula (1970, with Ingrid Pitt), to apparently the forthcoming Saw III, but who here is imagined to have, instead of dying in solitary confinement in 1614, fled to Lousiana to continue her virgin bloodletting rituals.

     

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    Somehow her spirit went from the plantation seen at the start of the film (and later) into the video game designed by the guy living there. Thereafter, anyone who plays the game dies in the real world the way he does in the game itself, be it by Saw-style mouth pincers to horse drawn carriages. How does this happen? How does the spirit of a killer reach out of a video console to slay victims in the real world? How does a “spirit” inside a video game make car doors and such close in the physical realm? And what are the rules? If Bathory is killed in the demo, as she is finally at the end of the film, will she still be in the final release of the game, shown in the film’s coda on video store walls? Stay Alive raises the same confusing issues that most Asian horror films do, but not because of cultural differences; no, here it is because the concept appears not to be fully thought out.

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    We first learn of the horror of the game when Hutch O’Neill (Jon Foster) learns that his childhood friend has died under bizarre circumstances. At the funeral the victim’s little sister gives Hutch a box of the friend’s stuff, including the beta or tester version of Stay Alive. Back in “New Orleans,” Hutch meets up with his Goth girlfriend, October Bantum (Sophia Bush), and her offensive “truth”-speaking “witty” brother Phineas (Jimmi Simpson), a common figure in teen comedies and slasher films. Joined by Swink Sylvania – God, the names in this film – (TV’s Frankie Muniz), the team settles in to play the game, joined by Hutch’s lawyer boss and gamer addict Miller Banks (Adam Goldberg), and the waif Hutch meets at the funeral, Abigail (TV’s Samaire Armstrong). The film at first hints that Abigail has inside knowledge of the game and may be an “agent” of Bathory, but in the end, she is just another chick who wants to fuck the somber Hutch, possibly because the filmmakers changed their minds halfway through. When bodies start to falls, Bunk Moreland drops down from Baltimore in the form of Detective Thibodeaux, played by Wendell Pierce, whose real world relatives were struck by Katrina.

    Stay Alive’s widescreen widescreen transfer (2.35:1, enhanced) is adequate, as is the Dolby Digital 5.1; it is also closed captioned, and has English, Spanish, and French subtitles.

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    Supplements are twofold. There is a three minute “visual effects reel,” which is like a music video showing (and then re-showing, and then re-showing again), some of the root imagery built on by the filmmakers. Secondly, there is an audio commentary track by co-writer and director William Brent Bell and co-writer and producer Matthew Peterman, son of the catalog entrepreneur. They don’t exactly make the movie make better sense, and really go wild, though it might be in a mock bloodlust fashion, over the “kills.”

    Stay Alive, in its unrated director’s cut, hit the street on Tuesday, September 19th, for $29.95; it’s also available in a full frame theatrical release which is apparently much different from the preferred version.

     

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    Silent Hill I reviewed upon its theatrical release . Suffice it to say here that its problems are those of most movies these days, i.e., that it doesn’t make any sense, it feels ad hoc, that it is both boring and unscary. I would argue, however, that it is better viewed on the DVD player than, despite its occasional photographic beauty, on the big screen. Since it is trying to capture the mood of a video game, the intimacy of the little screen in your own home, does contribute to the uneasiness that the movie conspires to recreate, very much so thanks to the unnerving music the movie inherits from the game, by Akira Yamaoka.

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    My problem is that I really wanted to like Silent Hill, if not other reason than that it was written by Roger Avary. I don’t think he licked it. I am uncertain how much he really knew or understood or respected the game itself. In the “making of,” he says that he was trying to capture the spirit of the game, but if the film does, it is through the visual affects, camera movements and sound production, rather than the story, which is changed quite a bit from the game’s narrative. Here, Radha Mitchell as Rose Da Silva represents the viewer and gamer, trying to get from one scene to another based on clues unveiled in the current scene. The problem, for me anyway, is that there really isn’t much of a connection from scene to scene, as if the film veered off course numerous times during its making. Why an army of killer nurses? Is it just the creepiness of the image for itself? Or is there a connection with the film’s “solution” to the mystery? If so, why can’t it be clearer?

     

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    Clarity is not to be had in the nearly one hour, though still informative “making of,” which comes in six parts, but has a play all function. Sadly, the principal emotion I came away with was that no one connected with the film really understood the attraction of the game or of video games in general.

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    The widescreen image (2.35:1, enhanced) is good, and the film comes with closed captioning, and DD 5.1. In addition to the making of, there are trailers for Ghost Rider, Casino Royale, Basic Instinct 2, The Benchwarmers, Underworld: Evolution, Ultraviolet, Hollow Man 2, Population 436, The Woods, The Boondocks, Quinceanera, and The Fog. Silent Hill hit the street on Tuesday August 22, for $28.95. There is also a full frame edition.

     

     

  • The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 73 – Super-Ego

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    …So there I was, reading my fancy-schmancy Supergirl Archives, when I stumble across that panel up there in the provocatively titled “The Day Supergirl Revealed Herself!” (Action Comics #265, June 1960), and all I can think to myself is, “That is SO Mort!!” Mort, as in Weisinger, the demented mastermind behind a decade plus of the Superman Family’s most fertile, successful, but nonetheless peculiar period. And it’s panels like this that make statements like that hard to argue with…

    Let’s just forget about the larger Supergirl story involved here, okay? For the purposes of our discussion, just know that the Jerry Siegel penned script has an amnesiac Girl of Steel – in an adopted civilian identity – wandering into Smallville’s Superboy Museum. That’s where she encounters this bit of young Kal-El’s self-portraiture in one of editor Weisinger’s typical trademark throwaway vignettes. Mort liked to sprinkle his tales with small scenes like this to help illustrate for readers exactly what it would be like to be gifted with all the amazing abilities author Jerry and partner Joe dreamt up for their Kryptonian kreation several decades earlier.

    And just what would Mort have his mighty champion DO with his mighty powers? Well, how about seek out the world’s biggest diamond – JUST SO THAT HE COULD CARVE A STATUE OF HIMSELF OUT OF IT!?! Forget about the world’s biggest diamond – apparently, we’re dealing with the world’s biggest EGO here!?! I mean, is this really the BEST way to utilize this incredibly enormous gem?? I wouldn’t think so, and neither, it would seem, did any of his comics biz contemporaries…

    Julie Schwartz had the citizens of Central City erect a Flash Museum for their hometown hero, but the speedster wisely left the establishment’s acquisitions to the duly elected board and not to some way-out whims of his own. And Stan Lee? Well, his Fantastic Four had to wait until they hooked up with the blind step-daughter of one of their arch-est of enemies before they found someone interested in sculpting their likenesses. And as for Spider-Man? We all know how J. Jonah Jameson’s Daily Bugle treated the Web-spinner, don’t we? Spidey was hardly considered a diamond of ANY sort by the sour newspaper publisher, although when it came to “World’s Biggest”, JJJ may’ve had some thoughts on THAT, though I’d prefer not to print the less-than-complimentary categories he no doubt considered here. Use your imagination, true believers…

    My point is, it’s absolutely ridiculous to think a true-blue hero like Superboy would ever indulge in such an excessive act of self-promotion as Mort had pictured in this perverse little panel. A super-villain might do something like this, you bet – but a good guy? Uh uh. Hard to swallow that notion coming from the white hats.

    I mean, try and think about this in real life terms. Maybe some megalomaniacal dictator would fashion a massive statue of this sort as a misguided tribute to himself, but certainly not someone who works for the betterment of mankind. Nope. No way.

    After all, what self-respecting role model would EVER stoop to promoting their image in such a blatantly crass manner, I ask you?

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    ….oh…

    Um, well, I guess you could say that while that’s generally the rule of thumb…

    …I suppose THAT little theory loses out being a hundred per cent true by…

    …er…

    …a NOSE…

    (or three…)

    Hope you enjoyed this little flashback extracted from the October 2003 “Fred Sez” archives found over at Hembeck.com! All new excitement next week! Probably…

    -Copyright 2006 Fred Hembeck

  • Keneteph’s Korner: OCT‘s David Atchison

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    As youngsters (and for many now as adults) it was easy for us to get wrapped up in a movie, comic book, or any art, and get sucked into the author’s story of a world different from our own.  I recently read a comic book called the Occult Crimes Taskforce (OCT) that captured my imagination, and got a chance to interview one of the writers, David Atchison.  Atchison has teamed up with actress Rosario Dawson, and illustrator Tony Shasteen, to introduce the new exciting story.  OCT starts out about a heroine named Sophia Ortiz (whose likeness is Rosario’s) who is recruited to solve crimes of a supernatural nature.  Atchison describes it as CSI meets Harry Potter.

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    Atchison and Shasteen originally came up with the concept, and shared it with Dawson’s uncle, comic book artist, Gustavo Vasquez.  They then pitched it to Rosario and she fell in love with the project.  “Rosario grew up on the Lower Eastside of NY, which is a real eclectic area,” Atchison explained, “she’s used to hearing about different philosophies, and thinking outside the box.  Plus she’s huge comic book fan.”  He said that some of his ideas came from when he was in the air force and saw documents that he received no explanation on.  Their combination of experiences and ideas is leading OCT to the unique, magnetic world it is to become.  The first issue came out in July and subsequent issues are to follow, as well as a movie and video game based on the story.  “People are going to be exposed to a whole realm of substories, and plots within OCT.  Eventually Sophia will not be seen as much and other characters will have stories revolve around them.” 

    The talent that Atchison, Dawson, and Shasteen bring defiantly satisfies any comic book fan.  Shasteen does all the inking and coloring, and to supplement Atchison’s writing, Dawson’s movie expertise gives the story a cinematic feel.  “Rosario loves being co-creator in this work.  It gives her a more hands on opportunity to contribute to the story as opposed to just being an actress on a set.”

    When reading the story one will see a lot of research went into bringing the OCT universe to life.  Philosophers like Hermes Tresmegestus, and Alister Crowley were looked at, as well as a theory called “bisociative thinking.”  Atchison describes it as the idea of taking two unrelated things and finding a common ground between them.  “Many people say they don’t believe in the occult but have their own superstitions – from the baseball player who wears mix-matched socks, to the old man who plays certain lottery numbers.  All I did was take questions and make my own answers to them.”

    As far as David’s future projects, next year he will be staring a hip hop comic book project called Clash, as well as another OCT project in the spring explaining more of the story.

    -Copyright 2006 Keneteph Entertainment 

     

     

  • Brat-halla #146: Norse Force – Lessons Made

    by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

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  • Party Favors: Damn You, Affleck

     

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    DENNISPORT – Damn you, Affleck!

    You wanna know why the Boston Redsox went into the dumpster after being ahead of the Yankees in the standings? Ben F’n Affleck. How is it his fault? During a game against the Los Angels Angels of Anaheim and nearby San Pedro, Affleck was sitting front row with his wife, Jennifer Garner. He was doing his “World’s Biggest Redsox fan” schtick. He had seats next to the Sox’s dugout and yelled his words of encouragement to Manny and Papi. But when it was his time to truly stand up for the team, what did he do? He became a goofy little bitch for the Angels.

    While the game was still close, a ball was popped up right at Affleck. Howie Kendrick, the Angels’ first baseman, charged the stands. Both him and Affleck reached for the ball. And who won the grabbing contest? Was it Superman? Daredevil? Jack Ryan? It was Kendrick who snagged the ball and ended the Sox’s inning. And the Sox season also ended at that moment.
     
    As a fan, you have the right to block an opposing player from reaching into the stands. You’re not allowed to throw a punch, but you can stand straight up against the short wall and impede his reach into your seat. I’ve been told that you can be like A-Rod and sissy slap his glove away from the ball when he reaches in. It’s your turf. Affleck should have understood that his job is not to go for the ball, but to defend against the opposing defense.

    When I go to the games with my wife and sit in the front row, we have a simple agreement: I’ll block the opposing player and she goes for the ball. Marriage is about sharing responsibilities.

    Affleck should have should used his stuntman trained skills to block Kendrick. He could have put up his superhero chest and bounced Kendrick back onto the turf. Affleck could have yelled, “Not in my seats, bitch!” And the crowd would have gone nuts. That moment would have probably gone up there with Varitek smacking A-Rod in 2004. This was a season that needed a defiant moment. Instead it was a whimper ending for a season and Affleck’s name deserves to go up there with Steve Bartman. Actually Ben’s name deserves to go up there with Bob Stanley for being able to suck the life out of Beantown. Affleck sunk this team deeper than Babe Ruth’s piano.

    And you may ask, why? How can this be possible? Why is one actor responsible for the fate of 25 baseball players and their coach? Luck is a wicked mistress. Think of how much luck played a part in the Sox winning the World Series. And when Lady Luck saw that the #1 Redsox fan in the world wasn’t willing to sacrifice his body to protect the ball, she split town. 

    After that moment, it was bad mojo for the Redsox. Jason Varitek went down with a knee injury. Ortiz has his heart trouble. Manny’s knee went nasty. Jon Lester discovered he has anaplastic large cell lymphoma. Closer Jonathan Papelbon gets a shoulder injury. Plus a flu bug infected the locker room. And the infamous five game sweep at the hand of the Yankees at Fenway took place. All this happened after Affleck let Kendrick cherry pick the foul ball.

    What’s even more disgusting is that Kendrick signed the ball and gave it to Affleck. That ball is more cursed than the ’86 Buckner ball. You don’t keep a ball like that on the mantle. Do you keep the rubber that your ex-best friend wore when he banged you wife while you were getting pizza? Affleck needs to destroy that ball now so that the rest of us can wait for next season instead of being cursed for generations. It’s only a matter of time before Dan Shaughnessy writes The Curse of Bennifer: Or How Ben Affleck Restored the Bambino’s Hex. Affleck best hire some of his Hollywood effect pals to blow up that ball. And he better videotape it and put it on Youtube to show that this horsehide globe of evil has been annihilated. The fate of a nation depends on it: Redsox Nation.

    Affleck is not even close to being the biggest Redsox fan anymore. That honor goes to former Patriot and Boston College quarterback Doug Flutie. He catches foul balls at Fenway instead of assisting the opposition. I bet Flutie would have put his shoulder into Kendrick’s ribcage. Flutie knows how to live as Superman and not merely play him in a movie. Next time Affleck goes to a game, he needs to be seated high above the action in a luxury suite where he can’t destroy the devotion of millions. He ruined this season – not Johnny Damon.

    SCREW YAHOO

    Have you ever disappeared off the internet? Well those rat bastards at Yahoo screwed me over a few days ago. Without warning or hard reason, Yahoo killed my account with them. On top of that, my groups that I started were pulled down.

    I had an account with these people for nearly a decade. Mere minutes after checking my groups, I log in to check my email and get a message reading, “This account has been disabled for violating the TOS agreement.” And they refused to say what I supposedly did. They took the time to destroy my online life. Damn shame they didn’t have a minute to send me a quick note saying what this bad boy did to piss off the Yahoo Gods.

    I tried to call Yahoo to get to the bottom of this nonsense. But there is no customer service line for those of us who don’t have business accounts with Yahoax. When I wrote them a nice note asking what the hell happened, I did not receive a reply. And I wrote them a nice second letter which was promptly ignored. What a wonderful way to instill loyalty in the people who use your services, Yahoyo.

    What hurt most was having my Yahoo Groups destroyed. People’s lives were torn asunder by this action. My Party Favors group is gone. How am I supposed to show off the pic of me and Katie Couric that caused tongues to wag in Manhattan? And my group that paid tribute to AIP’s Beach Party move series was washed away.

    Once in a while, I used to run into the Yahooligans at parties. They seemed nice enough. But now I know that they are minions of Satan. They will all be reincarnated as urinal cakes at the Vince Lombardi RestStop on the Jersey Turnpike. They are pathetic creatures who couldn’t get a maggot to suck their decaying flesh off the bone even if they were wearing a prime rib suit. I hate them. I hate Yahoo. I hate Yahoo so much that I’m just going to do whatever I can to make that company go in the dumpster. I questioned the economics of Krispy Kreme during their heyday when the BBC interviewed me. I told the reporter, it just doesn’t make sense that a company is worth so much and yet here in their heartland, they only have one store in the middle of a bad part of town.  And after that interview, the company’s economics were exposed and the donut maker hasn’t recovered.

    It’s hard to do any real damage to Yahoo because they’ve been in the crapper for years. Ever since they made Mark Cuban a billionaire, they’ve been sucking fumes on Wall Street. Back when I enjoyed their services, I didn’t see why their stock was trading for the same price as Ned’s Buggywhip Emporiums? Now that I’ve been shunned like an Amish kid with an iPod, I understand why Yahoo stock bounces around $30 a share. Google is at $400.

    After getting shafted and cold shouldered by Yahoo, I know why people don’t like Yahoo. Because they are unlikable. These were the guys who on Trumps’ TV Show wanted their banners to dominate a charity event to the point that few people could name the charity. Nobody actually donated to the charity since they thought it was just Yahoo’s night of a dozen yucks. Do you remember the Head Yahooligan have to cough up a check after the commercial break since he realized that he looked like a Turd Biscuit on TV? Well money can’t cover up my anger at these jerks. 

    If you own Yahoo stock, use it for the bottom of your birdcage. At least then it will accumulate worth. Of course my troubles are nothing compared to Shi Tao, who is now in a Chinese prison because Yahoo turned over his email information to the Chinese government. Maybe I should be grateful that I’m not being being butt raped thanks to the Yahooligans?

    Next time I’m in a room with Yahoo losers, I’m going to give them my Scanners stare so they’ll lose bowel control.

    FATHER IS COMING HOME!

    After months of writing letters to the folks at programming, Boomerang (Cartoon Network’s retro animation home) has finally decided that it’s a good idea to air Wait Till Your Father Gets Home. I’m pumped. Are you? As far as I can tell, this was the first series to feature an animated human family in the modern age. Between the Flintstones and the Jetsons lurked the Boyles. The show ran 48 episodes from 1972-74 in syndication.

    I’ve never seen the show because it aired in America when I was being an army brat in West Germany. But a few people think Family Guy cribbed elements from Your Father. The only bad part about the revival on Boomerang is that it runs at 3:30 a.m. (Eastern time) and that’s just right after my bedtime. I’ll be setting the recorder clock on the DVD-R so I can finally see the show that I’d only seen in clips during salutes to Hanna-Barbera Studios. And even if the show isn’t as great as Super Globetrotters, I’ll watch every episode because damn it, I asked for it.

    Boomerang is also running Fantastic Four and Jonny Quest. It’s nice to see a cable channel that enjoys running different stuff for the night owls rather than rerunning daylight programming. Remember programmers, we will set the video recorder if we cared enough to watch it the first time. Enough with the reruns and marathons.

    DAMN YOU DIGITAL CABLE!

    I was shocked this morning when my DVD-Recorder refused to dupe a show off HBO OnDemand. At first I feared the player had broken. That somehow after all the recording in the last few months, it had decided to die like most electronic equipment in my life. But it turns out that HBO and Showtime on my Time-Warner cable system have blocked their OnDemand from being digitally duped. This means that those of you with VCRs can still record their programming. But the rest of you that upgraded from analog have been screwed.

    A lot of people use the OnDemand channel to record DVD-Rs for friends and relatives that are currently stationed in Iraq. Those troops are fighting for our freedom and their parents can no longer just burn a couple movies to keep their kids entertained after a high stress day of driving around Baghdad avoiding IEDs. The folks at HBO and Showtime should feel really proud of themselves.

    THROW A FLAG ON THEM

    Who designed the new ref outfits for the NFL? Did they want to make the whistle blowers look more athletic with those fluid stripes and their numbers printed on the jersey? If it wasn’t for the lame new designs to Minnesota Vikings uniforms, the refs would win my award for the “do you not look in the mirror” award. They look like they’re trying to look sexy for a Bananarama video.

    SLICED BILL

    What had more butchery? The theatrical cut of Kill Bill or what TNT did to the movies in order to air them? And where the hell is the complete cut from Tarantino? I haven’t bought the DVDs because he claimed he was going to Peter Jackson the film. I’m not that big of a fan of the movie to buy multiple versions. Perhaps he too busy trying to make his segment of Grind House come in at less than 5 hours? Who pays tribute to 83 minute b-movies with a 4 hour epic?

    WHERE DID JOE GO?

    Being down in the South, I don’t spend much time reading Page Six. But I was left wondering why Fox News was no longer pushing Joe Piscopo as the next governor of New Jersey. For a while, Joe was fighting it out with Mitt Romney and Jack Welch for face time with Neil Cavuto. What happened to Joe? Well it turns out he’s in the midst of a messy divorce and his estranged wife claims domestic abuse. This was the woman he first met when she was 11 and babysitting his kids. I never quite understood how FoxNews could push Joe for a political position between this, the rumors of how he bulked up and his time on Saturday Night Live – home of the drugs! It seems that we won’t have to worry about Joe and Arnold clowning up at the governors conference any time soon.

    GET IT NOW

    Remember to rush down to Best Buy to pick up The Classic Sci-Fi Ultimate Collection boxset containing Tarantula, The Mole People, The Incredible Shrinking Man, The Monolith Monsters and Monster On The Campus. This is classic thrills from Universal Studios and goes well with the Monster Legacy collections. From what I’ve heard, this is a one shot deal so once Best Buy has sold them, they’re gone. No rain checks. I’m showing up early at the store cause I want my big spider – shrinking man action.

    TV IS BETTER THAN EVER

    It’s TV bliss this fall season with the return of Weeds, The Wire and Squidbillies. Talk about a trio of greatness. Weeds isn’t having a sophomore slump as it keeps pushing it’s storylines to the extreme without playing it safe. I don’t think Who’s the Boss? ever featured the son putting a hole in a rubber to keep his girlfriend from moving away. The Wire‘s fourth season focuses on the kids trapped in the middle of Baltimore’s drug business. It’s a battle for the soul of the city. And it’s nice to know HBO is giving the series a fifth and final season. Squidbillies is just animated gold. This Adult Swim show should be the first cartoon to win the Nobel Prize.

    IRISH EYES ARE SMILING

    At Underground (my favorite place to eat in Raleigh), Chef Daniel Taylor topped himself on the desert menu. He made ice cream flavored with Guiness and Bailey’s Irish Creme. Booze and ice cream. It’s like what Leprechauns have for their birthdays. If only it could be put next to deep fried Oreos, I’d probably die of internal injuries from a bliss overdose.

     

  • Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Review, Stick It

     

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    Ever since the show Life As We Know It, the very, very short-lived quasi-sequel to Freaks and Geeks, I’ve wondered what would happen to Missy Peregrym. She was the best thing about the show, the perfect American girl, athletic and funny, endearing yet strong.

     

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    She appeared briefly in a few series episodes and had a very small part in Catwoman, but she seemed destined for greater things. On the other hand, she is only 24 with plenty of time to build up a career. On the third hand time moves too damn fast and the next thing you know she’ll be 32 and in trouble.

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    On the surface, then, Stick It seemed like a good choice for her. A lead role in a youth oriented movie that highlighted both her healthy looks and her comedy skills. A healthy cast. A “sports” story that is, consequently, easy to plot and make jokes for (the credited writer is Bring It On scripter Jessica Bendinger, here also making her debut as a director). But unfortunately, the film is kind of weirdly uneven, like a kid’s balloon twisted in strange ways, big in the wrong places and small in the wrong places.

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    Stick It is set in the world of teen girl’s gymnastics, and in her voice over narration, Haley Graham (Peregrym), has some amusingly acerbic things to say about the sport and the judging. The twist of the movie is that competing gymnasts get together at the concluding tournament to act in solidarity, deliberately scratching so as to elevate the one person they have collectively determined is the best in one of the four events.

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    This clever plot point is obscured by too much back story about Haley. She starts out as an extreme biker in her Texas home town (the movie doesn’t feel like Texas, by the way), who is arrested for vandalism. Once a promising gymnast, she is remanded by the judge to a gymnastics school the next big town over, run by Burt Vickerman (Jeff Bridges, who bases his acting process on the nonstop gum chewing). Haley lives with her dad (Jon Gries), and is alienated from her mother. In fact she is alienated from everyone (except her two essentially sexless bike friends, one of whom appears to be gay), recalcitrant, sullen, complainy, and smart-mouthed. And she remains so for what seems like the first hour of this 103 minute movie. The mystery is why? Why is she so dissatisfied with gymnastics and why does she hate everyone? And why did she walk about from competition in “the Worlds” just seconds before going on the floor? When we eventually learn, we still don’t know. The plot point is so obscure and concerns people we have hardly met (a different gymnastics coach who seduced her mother and broke up her family), that it hardly explains anything, and her confession of this trauma to Vickerman seems hardly to have the weight it needs to change her personality in time for the final competition. It was good of the film to try to deviate from the conventions of the sports triumph genre, especially in its various moments of Canadian Film Board visual playfulness.

     

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    Stick It arrives in a good widescreen transfer (1.85:1, enhanced), with DD 5.1, French DD 2.0 Stereo, Spanish DD 2.0 Stereo, plus closed captioning, and subtitles in English, Spanish, and French.

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    There are plenty of supplements. There are two commentaries, the first with director Bendinger and actors Peregrym and Vanessa Lengies, the second with Bendinger, DP Daryn Okada and editor Troy Takaki. The first is fun; the second is technical, with lots of explanations of motivations that make the movie make sense in retrospect; three and a half minutes of “Buttaharas: Outrageous Bloopers and Outtakes”; thirteen minutes of deleted scenes with optional cast or crew commentaries, which explain, among other things, scenes written to explore Bridges’s character, let him improvise, or bring “closure” to certain plot points; “Hard Corps: The Real Gymnasts of Stick It,” a four minute profile of the stunt performers, which features some incredible moves not in the movie proper; “The Elites,” six full gymnastic routines, with optional commentary by the performers, Nastia Liukin and Isabelle Severino, plus three uneven bar routines in slow motion and optional commentaries, by Severino and Annie Gagnon; and two music videos, “We Run This” by Missy Elliott and Jeannie Ortega’s “Crowded.” Finally there are trailers for other Disney product.

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    Touchstone’s disc of Stick It hit the street on Tuesday, September 19th, retailing for $29.95.

     

  • Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Review, Taps

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    Taps could just as easily been called Toy Soldiers – its cast of future sitcom regulars, stars, superstars, all look tiny and shiny and new. When it was released in 1981, however, it was a star vehicle for Timothy Hutton, Hollywood royalty (his father was the sentimental favorite Brian Hutton) recently anointed with an Oscar for  Ordinary People. Little did anyone realize that the rest of the cast, which included Sean Penn in his first film (he’d been in plays and some TV episodes and here sounds a lot like his late brother Chris), Tom Cruise in his second film (after having been “discovered” by Franco Zeffirelli for  Endless Love), as well as Giancarlo Esposito and Evan Handler, was quietly power-packed with hungry actors ready for attention.

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    Cruise, it turns out, was just an extra – but so impressed director Harold Becker that he elevated Cruise to a third major part, at the expense of a friend of his who already had the role. But casting, if anything, is the key to Becker’s career.

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    Becker’s identity is so aligned with the world of Joseph Wambaugh that it is easy to miss the truly defining characteristic of his career: whether by accident or design, Becker was there at the creation for many actors who went on to at least some measure of stardom. The list of future names peeking around the scenery of his movies is impressive: Victoria Tennent in the early  Ragman’s Daughter; James Woods, Ted Danson, and Christopher Lloyd in  Onion Field; Michael Dudikoff in  The Black Marble; Matthew Modine, Daphne Zuniga, Forest Whitaker (and Madonna) in  Vision Quest; Ellen Barkin and John Goodman in  Sea of Love.

    Becker brings an almost documentary quality to some of his films, but the attempt at kitchen sink subject matter in  Daughter and strict  Wrong Man-style realism of  Onion is not carried through to the the often preposterous tales he tells in later films. He tends to make dark, grainy works, almost black and white but happening, due to the exigencies of commercial cinema, to be in color. He seems drawn loosely to tales of men in crisis; young or old, his heroes are poised at some crucial moment of transition that will change the rest of their lives.

    That few of these movies were star making vehicles in and of themselves suggests that Becker is not tapped into the Zeitgeist and that the flaw of his career is one he shares with so many other directors – absorption of a once original personality (as seen in  Daughter) into the generally commercial and impersonal projects Hollywood offers and proffers. If he is more a casting director than a director, this means simply that actors love him (though he tends to work with them once and no further), and as such he is dependent on good, clever screenplays, such as the brilliant and underrated  Malice, credited to Aaron Sorkin and Jonas McCord, and the initally gripping but ultimately disappointing  City Hall, credited to Ken Lipper and Paul Schrader. When Becker has neither the cast nor the script, you get indifferent paint by numbers works such as  Mercury Rising.

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    What’s fascinating about seeing  Taps again after so long is how shockingly inert it is “¦ nothing happens in it. Hutton, as Cadet Major Brian Moreland, takes over his military school at the summer break in response to its imminent closure. The major reason is that the board of directors have deemed the property more suitable for condos. The immediate reason is that the school’s leader, General Harlan Bache (George C. Scott in the kind of Patton-esque role he tends to sleepwalk through), has been arrested for shooting a “townie” in a ludicrously and agonizingly staged incident during the school’s version of prom night. The school itself is multidimensional, training kids and near adults, elite tactical forces, horse soldiers, and other types.

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    In the script credited to Robert Mark Kamen, Darryl Ponicsan, and James Lineberger for the “adaptation”), derived from the novel  Father Sky by Devery Freeman, Scott is invited to evoke a kinder, gentler, more elegiac Patton, who also makes an in-joke crack that allude to other earlier roles, such as  Gen. ‘Buck’ Turgidson in  Dr. Strangelove. But that is about as “funny” as the movie gets. The rest of the film is as somber and implacable as Bache himself. Under Moreland’s leadership the boys turn the school into a fortress, and much attention is paid to the intricacies of their moods and internecine tensions. Action threatens. A tank bearing a flood light rumbles up to the school gate in the dead of night and then – stops. Someone else gets severely burned. In the end everyone who experiences self doubt cries and a few kids are killed. Penn’s character represents the rebellious youth who is competent at what he does but usually takes the moral high ground, while Cruise’s is the gung ho guy who likes shooting people, a figure not all that distant from most of the militaristic or governmentally sponsored heroes he would play later.

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    When it was first released at the dawn of the Reagan era  Taps was lumped with other films  –   Raiders,  Stripes,  An Officer and a Gentleman – that seemed to evoke a renewed feeling for militarism, honor, standards, and American exceptionalism. However, the main problem with  Taps  is that as you watch you don’t know what the film is really about. Is it critical of the kids? Or sympathetic toward their ambition? Is the film critical of society? Of militarism? Of bad parenting? Like  Patton itself, it is an “incoherent text” that appeals to viewers at both extremes of the political spectrum. Such a cunningly “incoherent” presentation is probably the only truly “Reaganite” thing about the film,

    The Fox disc, the second iteration of the film on DVD here in a special edition, comes with an occasionally muddy looking widescreen (1.85:1 enhanced) transfer with occasional artifacts, and adequate sound selections (beginning with DD 4.0). Supplements include an audio commentary track by Becker that covers now-familiar ground, several TV spots, and two retrospective makings of, “Sounding the Call to Arms: Mobilizing the Taps Generation” with lots of clips from the film plus new interview bits with the producer, with Becker, with Hutton, and with co-star Ronny Cox, and “The Bugler’s Cry: The Origins of Playing Taps,” which is what it sounds like, although taps the melody has only a tangential importance to the theme or meaning of the film, just enough to provide a “label”-like title, popular at the time, and in fact, still a curse upon movies.

    Taps hit the street on September 12th, retailing for $19.95.

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