Wordplay, The Wicker Man, & Hail the Conquering Hero

Wordplay is an outstandingly fun documentary about crossword puzzles, including touching on the greatest crossword of all time: the 1996 election day puzzle that could be completed either way depending on whether Clinton or Dole won. The movie was well made and enjoyable straight through, with a fascinating look at the crazy people who put my inability to do crosswords to shame. Everyone else in my family can do them, but not me. I have a lot more respect for Mike Mussina than I did before (I already had just the right amount of respect for the Indigo Girls) and watching Mussina, Ken Burns, Jon Stewart, Bill Clinton, and the Indigo Girls all solving a puzzle created earlier in the show was quite nice. Interestingly, the director, Patrick Creadon worked a lot for Maxim as a cinematographer. Gotta do something to make sure no nipple or pubes show. And that prepared him to make a good documentary.

The Wicker Man is the remake of the 1970s thriller classic of the same name. This one stars Nic Cage and is terrible. There is one reason I'm watching it, and only one: My Year of Flops and this particular paragraph from it, "Clearly something wicked and Estrogen-fueled is happening on the island and Cage’s escalating rage can be traced by the ever-increasing volume of his demands. After a certain point Cage begins screaming every line with hilarious urgency. When that doesn’t suffice Cage starts punching and kicking random women in the face. Just when it seems Wicker Park (sic) has reached an untoppable apex of jaw-dropping ridiculousness Cage dons a bear suit and starts yelling things like 'Killing me won’t bring back your fucking (sic) honey!' It is at this point that Wicker Man becomes unbelievably, almost inconceivably awesome." Unfortunately, I cannot top that paragraph in any way: the movie is that terribly, terribly awful/esome. And the many, many, many shots of the little girl getting hit by a truck. Seriously, Neil LaBute hates women so very, very much. And apparently making good movies. Because he certainly didn't want to make one with this film. It starts out fairly sensibly, and then goes batguano crazy as Nic Cage loses it. And if you ever wanted to see Leelee Sobieski kicked in the face, this film is for you.

Hail the Conquering Hero is one of the last Preston Sturges films I haven't seen and I only plan on seeing one more. Sturges is an extreme talent, able to make slapstick and satire work perfectly next to each other. The movie isn't nearly as good as Sullivan's Travels, The Palm Beach Story, The Lady Eve, and The Miracle of Morgan's Creek, but it's still entirely enjoyable and hilarious. At about the same level of The Great McGinty and Unfaithfully Yours. It's the breakneck pace that makes his films so outstanding. Of course they're ridiculous when you stop to think about them, but you don't have a chance to catch your breath before it gets to another classic line, like the cafe owner's rant about military mementos, so utterly ridiculous that anyone would ever carry that stuff around, but you're laughing hard. And the the mayor dictating his speech to his son and arguing about grammar... man.

The New Pornographers at 9:30 10/27

I have now crossed one of the things off my list of things to do: see the New Pornographers with Dan and Neko. I can die slightly less unfulfilled! Yay!

I had some Peruvian chicken for dinner before the show, and it was utterly delicious. Mmmm that white sauce. And then watched The Warriors again, which I hadn't seen in a few years or so, and it's just as utterly ridiculous as I remember, although I had forgotten that Lynn (The Chief!) Thigpen and Mercedes Ruehl were in it, not just Dexter's dad (James Remar).

We (my fairly normal concert going friends) made it in time to see Emma Pollock (lead singer from the Delgados, a band which I am unfamiliar with), who was good, but not enough for me to go try to listen to her (or the Delgados for that matter). Since we were standing so far down the left side of the balcony we could see the Pornos sitting around waiting, and Neko and John Collins enjoying Emma. And I also called the Kirsty MacColl track, "There's a Guy Works down the Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis" before they started to play it between sets. Sometimes I am awesome. And it's not just sometimes for Kirsty, who covered A New England. I also couldn't believe I couldn't remember that Let's Active played Every Word Means No, also played in between sets, and I'm thankful that I didn't know that Smashmouth covered it. Because that is a travesty. Eric Bachmann covering it is completely awesome.

The Pornos themselves started a little late after a bit of struggling with some technical difficulties by the adorable Kathryn Calder's keyboards. But they got it working, it went dark, the New Pornographer lite went on, and the opening of Classical Gas started to play. By the time the famous part started, the band was out (well, all the band I could see, as I didn't see Blaine until much later due to my location, and Dan only does his songs, the lazy drunk bastard (the completely awesome lazy drunk bastard though)), and ripped into their first song, All the Things That Go To Make Heaven & Earth. It was a little after 11. We got to the car after the show after 12:45. Yes, they played for a long time, and were never less than completely rocking. Unless it was intentional. As for the setlist, you can see, it covered most of Challengers except for my favorite track, Entering White Cecilia), and covered some of the better tracks from their previous three albums (except for Letter from an Occupant, which they have played at previous shows on the tour, just not this one, damnit).

Setlist: (from Katherine)
All the Things That Go To Make Heaven & Earth
Use It
Myriad Harbour
The Electric Version
All the Old Showstoppers
Jackie, Dressed in Cobras
Challengers
The Laws Have Changed
The Spirit of Giving
My Rights Versus Yours
Mass Romantic
Adventures in Solitude
Testament to Youth In Verse
Unguided
Twin Cinema
Go Places
Sing Me Spanish Techno
The Bleeding Heart Show
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The Bones of an Idol
[Attempt to play The New Face of Zero & One] (it was requested and Carl said it would be good if he could play it, but that they didn't know it anymore, but was able to get Kurt to play the Adam Ant opening beat and then they made it through maybe a minute without being particularly able to finish lines of the lyrics and it was just fun)
Jackie
From Blown Speakers
The Slow Descent into Alcoholism

I spent all the time singing along, but didn't lose my voice at all. Did I mention that I love smoke-free clubs? My feet did hurt like the dickens a few songs in, but I didn't stop bouncing.

At one point, Carl thanked the crowd for being the 9th member of the band, until it was pointed out that there were actually nine members of the band on stage, and then he said tenth, no, twelfth member. You're welcome Carl, Neko, Dan, Kurt, Kathryn, Todd, John, Blaine, and the other how ever many there were of you. And there was the mention of "bros" which will always make me think of idiots in college who will be saying Don't Taze Me, Bro far longer than it could be conceivably funny to someone who's lost his short term memory. But I will be BFF with Neko forever.

Also, there was a no pictures policy at the club, meaning BOOOO! to the 9:30. Or maybe just Neko based on the previous show. Maybe they just didn't want to show just how much alcohol was consumed during the show, which was a prodigious amount, especially Dan who was drinking backstage, onstage, and in between singing if he had a free hand. I can deal, though, because there are some pics from NPR and Katherine who again flouts the rules because she is far more awesome than me. Plus, she has a camera.

My every concert always has to have a douchebag douchebag of the concert: the guys behind us who not only said the score of the OSU-Penn State game which I was recording to watch later, but who also talked throughout the concert and then started to request Failsafe towards the end. I also like Failsafe, but do they actually think that it is possible for the band to play that live? Does it sound like anything else in their discography? Is tremolo really something they could do? Of course not. I mainly just am bitter about the talking during the concert (not just between songs, but during songs, louder than the quiet ones from Emma Pollock) and the ruining the football game for me. Of course OSU won, but I wanted to watch it without an idea of how it was going to turn out.

MPD Psycho, Straight to Hell, Caché, Late Spring, & Guys and Balls

MPD Psycho is a Takashi Miike TV miniseries. Because of the restrictions of Japanese television, most of the gory scenes have a square mosaic over the blood, and there's the normal mosaics over crotches, but they're sometimes there and sometimes not for the gore. Always there for the crotches. I don't entirely understand why the mosaic had to be there for some obviously extremely fake arm cutting, although reviews of the fourth disc (which I didn't watch) reference Miike's anti-censorship stance. If true, then I commend him. Because it covers up for some silly aspects, as you are sometimes not aware of what you're seeing. Especially during the snuff videos. Anyway, it was a six part miniseries, hour long episodes each, about a serial killer who is able to transfer bodies by touch, phone, and over the internet, and the multiple personality police officer who is the only one who can stop him. The six episodes each have a different method for the killer, ranging from planting women with the tops of their heads off (and planting a flower in their exposed brains) to school shootings to spontaneous combustion to a Boxing Helena reference to hypnotizing women into cutting out their own fetuses and then replacing it with a phone. Of course it's based on a manga, because really, if there's some crazy Japanese thing, it's fairly likely to be based on a manga. I'm not even going to get into the crazy backstory of the characters, with a hippie musician mass murderer and the otaku cop who makes dolls along with his supervisor who makes bad jokes when presenting the murders to his supervisors. It's really just extremely strange, and the fake rain and the green radioactive rain doesn't help either. Miike is clearly messing with everything, and he succeeds beautifully, as I was confused, but I had to know how it would finish. And it was strange recognizing actors, like seeing Chiaki Kuriyama (of Battle Royale and Kill Bill fame) show up as the leader of a school shooting, and Ren Osugi (who played the drunk in Densha otoku, along with an insane amount of Takeshi's Miike and Kitano films).

Straight to Hell is bizarre. Alex Cox rounded up a bunch of punk/new wave musicians after a tour fell through, and stuck Joe Strummer, Courtney Love, Shane MacGowan, Cait O'Riordan, the rest of the Pogues, Elvis Costello, Xander Berkeley, Dennis Hopper, Jim Jarmusch, Grace Jones, Miguel Sandoval, and Sy Richardson in a bizarre western about four bankrobbers who bury their money near a tiny town full of crazy people. There's lots of violence, a couple of musical interludes, and craziness. Certainly, I hope the people making it were having more fun than I was watching it. Except for the spot that guy (or girl) I didn't get much out of it.

Caché reminded me a lot of Peeping Tom, in that it's more about the relationship of the viewer to the film rather than anything actually in the film. Of course, it really just told me to take any other Haneke films off my Netflix queue. I had no other ones there. Yeah, I got that it's about France and Algeria. I never would have noticed, considering the main characters were French or Algerian, and it was about the power struggle between them. Sorry Michael, I just don't like you. After The Piano Teacher, I should have learned, but I like to give directors a second chance. Or, in the case of Brian DePalma, I just hate myself.

Late Spring is another Ozu family drama, this one about a daughter who doesn't want to get married because she just wants to keep taking care of her father. I saw camera movement, so I'm a little disappointed in you Ozu. And I'm not even talking about the two establishing shots from trains. There was the bike scene. What the hell, Ozu? This is the first in the Noriko trilogy of Ozu, with three films starring Setsuko Hara as characters named Noriko, all in the same period of life, as slightly older (well, my age) unmarried women who are pressured to get married. Well, in Tokyo Story, she's a widow. She's basically playing the same character as the later Early Summer. So many of Ozu's films are titled something that has little to do with the plot, except obliquely, meaning that I get confused easily. Between the films, not within them, because he has the same actors playing similar parts all the time, making it easy to know exactly what relationships the characters have with each other. And the ending is a typically heartbreaking finish.

Guys and Balls is full of gay stereotypes and, short the fact that it was in German, really was a typical underdog sports team rises to the occasion plot. Except that this was a gay football (soccer) team and it included a reference to dyed-red heart-shaped pubescaping. And more topless women than I was expecting. Far more. It was competently made, just that I knew everything that was going to happen from the first scenes. Literally.

Densha otoko

So I needed a pick-me-up after last week, so after a friend recommended I watch Densha Otoko a couple of times, I decided to do so. There's quite a lot of different ways to come in contact with it, the original 2chan postings, the book, the tv show, and the movie. I watched the movie. Basically, it's ridiculously silly, but a nerd (Densha Otoko, or Train Man) saves some women from being harassed on the train by a drunk, one of the women asks for his address, sends him a very expensive tea set (giving her the nickname of Hermes), and he starts to date her with the help/advice of the anonymous internet board of 2chan. I started watching it, but ended up discussing brief bits of it with my friend, so that conversation follows. Note that IM is not the best place to have serious in depth discussions of film. Or anything. It doesn't entirely portray either of us in a positive light, but just think of it as a poorly typed commentary track from two people who go off on tangents constantly, and those tangents are excised, and the film started at different times for each of us. And I'd like to apologize for quoting her in the past without giving her a chance to comment.

me: I'm in the haircut and shopping montage of train man
female friend: awwww
female friend: how's it thus far?
me: I am far too much like him
female friend: well, 2chan is just waiting for you
me: I need to save some women on a train first
female friend: move to Japan
me: I think I'd need a job and an ability to speak Japanese first
female friend: not really, to the latter
female friend: aww, densha-kun
me: I think I'd have a problem using 2chan without knowing Japanese
me: man, she's playing the pronoun game
female friend: oh, no...
female friend: the problem here is that it's REALLY hard to tell the gender of who you're talking about
female friend: because while you have he (kare) and her(kareshi)
female friend: most people will just say person (various forms of hito)
female friend: so you just never know
me: I play the pronoun game with my parents
me: he has a Boba Fett figure
me: yay for him
me: what the hell's up with the army guys?
female friend: oh, hahaha
female friend: they're playing an online game
female friend: and chatting
female friend: in the in-game channel, I'd guess
female friend: actually, it's also a reference to the real dialogue
female friend: for some reason people considered densha-kun's revelations to be 'bombs' and 'assaults'
female friend: so they joke that they have to dig trenches and duck for cover
me: and I do have to stop going too far into movie or music stuff on dates
me: I'm not quite as bad as he is, but I feel that awkward
me: the crappy subtitles are pretty enjoyable though
female friend: they're not as bad as they could be
me: yeah, it's just the poor syntax
me: and misused endings
me: oh man, I want the tea and scones
me: and sandwiches
female friend: the Benoist tea in there is not as good as it says
female friend: and the triple seal is just an advertising invention
me: that's a shame
female friend: in Japan
female friend: the only tea that has that is Twinings
female friend: try some Darjeeling. yum.
me: well, I like lots of teas
me: some of the subtitles are just horrible Engrish
female friend: heh, you might have a fansub
me: someone needs to translate this
me: maybe
me: I just downloaded it from the web
female friend: because the official release looked mostly fine.
female friend: ah
female friend: there's also a television show, which is just played for laughs
me: but there are actual dvds that are terrible as well
female friend: true
me: how could they stretch this out?
female friend: easily
female friend: see: Chinese movies
me: but this is flimsy enough, and I still have 25 minutes to go
female friend: where are you at?
me: just had the big scene of everyone encouraging him to try again
female friend: oh, speaking of which, the parties that the salarymen are talking about are gokon - basically blind date parties
me: I figured
female friend: not sure if it was translated
female friend: I like translator's notes, but few ever include them...
me: well, they said single parties, or something like that, and I figured it was like what it said
female friend: oooh.
female friend: yeah, fansub
me: oh, it clearly is a fansub
female friend: good for you
female friend: I've seen professional jobs that were worse
female friend: the same for the public release, though
me: few are as bad as Peking Opera Blues though
me: I assume it's not terribly translated?
female friend: I need to see that again
female friend: I love that movie
female friend: it's in Cantonese, though, so all is lost
female friend: now I'm rewatching densha-kun
female friend: awwww
female friend: man, those are nice trains
me: oh, the tripping while running and then having to switch into nerd get-up is making this even more nerdy
female friend: it's totally a plot device, but, awww.
female friend: but I'd just read the 2chan logs so I knew approximately where everything went. very linear movie
female friend: Benoist tea sales in Japan tripled after thie movie
me: I would imagine
female friend: Miki Nakatani is one of the top actresses in Japan
female friend: funny thing is...she was cast most in part (or mostly) because the original densha otoko mentioned that Hermes-chan looked like her.
me: well, when this comes up, I always think of His Girl Friday, and the great line about finding the Baxter, played by Ralph Bellamy, "He looks like that actor, Ralph Bellamy"
female friend: heh, yeah
female friend: or in Bringing Up Baby
female friend: Donald the Duck and Mickey the Mouse
female friend: or the reference in His Girl Friday to Archie Leach
me: yeah, that little bit of breaking the fourth wall is great in small doses, and when unexpected
me: ok, I'm getting a little weepy with this kiss
female friend: oh, and the three are in a manga bar
female friend: his hunchedness? it's so awkward and cute.
female friend: you pay money to sit in a place and read manga. the modern otaku karaoke or something
me: why pay money? don't they have bookstores?
female friend: not for the sheer variety
female friend: it's really cheap
female friend: it might be an all purpose rest stop
female friend: with manga computers and curry
me: ooh, curry
female friend: a lot of internet bars and karaoke joints will also include cheap food with the price
me: ASCII ART!
female friend: heh
me: so you read the logs of this?
female friend: yes
me: how long are they?
female friend: she included way too much American channel slang, though
female friend: http://www.rinji.tv/densha/
me: if I start reading now, will I have to spend the rest of the week reading?
female friend: it takes about 1-2 hours to read one. they're pretty long, but some of it is hilarious.
female friend: hmm, shorter. maybe an hour
me: man, I'm such a softie, the Let's See Outside montage is making me a little misty
female friend: I think the bunny guy is a shut in...which would be doubly moving in Japan...
me: well, I know about the shut in culture
female friend: just the way he said Hermes at the beginning. I chortle every time. He sounds so bewildered.
me: so we are to assume that she had been in contact with him before on the train but that he had not noticed her before?
female friend: it's a signal of how far he's come, mostly.
female friend: or just a reminder of how the dream girl is just sitting next you random school girls and you on the train
female friend: Japanese movies are big on unmei (destiny) and en (a soul connection)
female friend: meh
me: you don't believe in that at all?
female friend: I don't know, but they push it
me: ah, and the post credit rising of the otaku against the drunks!
female friend: that's the television densha otoko
me: oh man, he's even more nerdy
me: probably doesn't clean up as well
female friend: no
female friend: OH. At one point one of the guys say MOE
female friend: that's hilarious
me: ?
female friend: look it up on wiki
me: oh [Note: see here]
female friend: yeah

Stars at 9:30 10/20

So the large group I was at the show with missed the opening band, New Buffalo, due to everyone thinking the show was much later than it was, and needing to make sure, for those people who really cared, that Kansas won their game. And one missed most of the show, which was really too bad. We ended up getting to the 9:30 Club when Stars was supposed to start, but they were a little late (but made up for it with a long 90 minute-ish show). The stage was set up with what looked like paintings and an immense amount of flowers, tossed in the general direction of the crowd, hitting lights, cymbals, and occasionally the crowd. The 9:30 Club has been using better lighting of late, improving the show experience. Plus, I noticed a little less shining of bright lights directly into my eyes, always a plus.

As for the actual show, they played almost every single one of my favorite Stars songs during the main set. So, that was awesome. And then they did an encore which was a little disappointing. In that the main set was so great that it just couldn't compare. I only really like The Night Starts Here from what they played in the encore. Torquil Campbell and Amy Millan played off each other beautifully, singing the complementary male and female vocals that add so much to their songs. Pat McGee (not the one who has (had? who really cares?) a band) was a great drummer, keeping the beat going, with almost no breaks during the set, and who wore quite an outfit. Evan Cranley was doing a lot of rock posing, always funny to me when a bassist does it, especially when the songs aren't quite Rock Songs. I couldn't see Chris Seligman due to my location, or the other guitarist, and I couldn't always see Torquil when he was moving around the stage. Still, I had a pretty good view of most of the goings on.

Setlist:

The Beginning After the End (recorded)
Take Me to the Riot
Set Yourself on Fire
Elevator Love Letter
The Ghost of Genova Heights
Bitches in Tokyo
One More Night
Personal
Look Up
Soft Revolution
Midnight Coward
Window Bird
Your Ex-Lover Is Dead
Reunion
Sleep Tonight (performed closer to the Junior Boys remix from Do You Trust Your Friends than the original)
What I'm Trying To Say
Ageless Beauty
In Our Bedroom after the War
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The Night Starts Here
On Peak Hill (dedicated to those wusses Death Cab for Cutie, and yes, I've seen them live, and I do like some of their stuff, but that doesn't make them any less wusses)
My Favourite Book (dedicated to some guy, possibly named James or Jamie, who has a girlfriend in the UK, possibly in Leeds or Manchester, who asked them to do something, but Amy lost the note)
Calendar Girl

I do have to say that I was not very familiar with Stars until fairly recently, and my ability to recognize songs was far weaker than most shows I've ever seen. I didn't get some of my favorite songs from their earlier stuff, like Toxic Holiday or My Radio, but the stuff from In Our Bedroom after the War sounded better live. And thanks for making it clear that In Our Bedroom after the War can be treated like an anti-Iraq War song with a slight introduction. I get this feeling that there might not be many pro-Iraq War musicians. Or at least, those that are have absolutely no talent. I'm looking at you Ted Nugent.

I wasn't the only one who thought the show was frakkin' awesome: this girl and Katherine both enjoyed it immensely. As did my friends.

Also, check out Torquill's joke, not clear from where I was standing. And his outfit making sure that he was visible when they turned the lights out there during The Ghost of Genova Heights. More photos available here, here, and here.

And for those who just read my reviews to find out who I hated in the audience at the show: dude whose cell phone was ringing the entire show, louder than the band during the quiet parts. I heard it at least seven times, although I stopped counting during the encore, which was quieter than the rest of the show. If you hear your cell phone (and I know he could, if I could a few feet away), disentangle yourself from your girlfriend and turn it the hell off, douche.

The Razor's Edge & The Manchurian Candidate

The Razor's Edge was two hours of Bill Murray wandering around the world being disenchanted with his life and the world after going through World War I. Having never read novel, but having read Of Human Bondage, I have this feeling that W. Somerset Maugham must have been a profoundly cynical man. Being a gay author in England in the early 20th century may have had something to do with that. The movie is just about a guy trying to find himself. It just doesn't work. Sorry, Bill Murray, but at least we got Ghostbusters out of it.

The Manchurian Candidate is a trash novel, made into a classic movie by getting rid of most of the trash and putting an immense amount of talent behind and in front of the camera. The 2004 remake was completely unnecessary, ruining the climax. The 1962 version actually kept a lot of the bizarre dialogue from the novel, including the famous Eugenie Rose Chaney train conversation that makes little sense, unless we are to assume that either they're two completely bizarre people, the scene is showing that Marco is insane, or Eugenie is a Commie agent. If so, why the hell would she make Marco healthy? Weird. There's also a lot more about incest and sex (an added bonus of the brainwashing of Shaw was making him non-frigid). The incest is made explicit, the plot uses the 1960 convention rather than an unknown one, but suggested 1956 in the movie, and there were just more little subplots, more characters, and just more of a lot of things able to be explained in the time a novel has compared to a two-hour movie. The ending of the novel made Marco responsible for the assassination, rather than Shaw trying to make up for his murder-y ways.

Tsotsi

Tsotsi just made me pissed off. Put that film in English and it gets called the emotional craptrap it is. I'm serious. There is nothing remotely great about the film. What the hell was the Academy thinking? Looking at the list of films from that year put up for consideration, I haven't seen any of them besides this and Fateless. Fateless was better, and based on friends who have seen them, The Death of Mr. Lazarescu, Joyeux Noel, and Sophie Scholl were all quite good films. And all three are in my queue. And so are The Wayward Cloud and Perhaps Love (well, they would be if it were available on DVD here). My problem with Tsotsi was that it was a boring realization of responsibility film that was not original at all. Sure, Presley Chweneyagae was unexpectedly moving in some scenes, in others you could never tell what he was thinking, but it was also all over the place from an emotional sense. Vastly overrated by the Academy, and again proving that they have no clue.

Quai des Orfèvres & Bright Future

Quai des Orfèvres refers to the police station where much of the latter parts of the film takes place. It's basically a simple story, of a jealous husband/accompanist of a singer who may be willing to use sex to get ahead in her career and how the murder of a potential backer of the singer involves them both in recriminations and jail. It also has a terrible "twist" at the end, something that extremely pissed me off, something that would make me hate the Hays Code even more than I do, were the film not French. I'm not sure what the hell the point of the twist was. What makes the film interesting are the characters, especially the police officer investigating the case (and who has a North African son from his time in the army) and the lesbian photographer/pornographer (although she'll point out it's not illegal) living downstairs of the couple. Plus, you have an in-depth look at two centers of society: the theatre and the police station, with all that those entail. Backstage problems and the standing-room only crowd, the hardworking police officers and the only slightly annoyed by the inconvenience of being caught criminals are also things the film deals with in a skilled and interesting way. Just a little film that adds up to far more than the plot due to the details done right. It's directed by Henri-Georges Clouzot, the only person who ever made a Hitchcock film better than Hitchcock could have: Les Diaboliques, a book that Hitchcock wanted to film so much that when he missed out on it, the authors wrote him the basis for Vertigo. I haven't seen Wages of Fear yet, but I have seen Sorcerer, the English-language remake, and I certainly have respect for Clouzot.

Bright Future is a strange film about two friends, one a guy who attempts to acclimate a poisonous salt-water jellyfish to fresh-water, and the other a mentally challenged and socially maladjusted guy with anger management issues. It's from Kiyoshi Kurosawa, who also did Pulse and Cure, but apparently, his last couple of films have found him floundering slightly after the awesomeness that was Pulse. This film is just weird, as the jellyfish becomes a huge metaphor for the need to move on with your life. It's very much about generational conflict (the boss of the friends is a particularly annoying example of trying to reclaim your past, but SPOILER interestingly both older people who try to reconnect end up being destroyed by that END SPOILER) and brine shrimp. Well, mainly about the generational conflict. The more I think about the film, the more I like it. While watching it, I wondered just what the hell was going on, but after a while, I finally understood the jellyfish metaphor, and the tug-of-war between the junk seller and the youth gang. Certainly not as good as Kiyoshi's Cure and Pulse, but far better after reflecting than during. And was clearly shot on digital film, as many scenes had that grainy look so typical of the not-extremely expensive cameras most filmmakers use.

Deadly Outlaw: Rekka & more television

Deadly Outlaw: Rekka is another Takashi Miike yakuza film, although not nearly as insane as most Miike films. Yeah, there's the opening scene, during which a man's hands have to be severed because he won't let go, even after being killed. And there's the last scene, that just sort of is there to mess with the audience. I hope. I know that Miike said that it made sense to him when he read the script, but nope. Just not possible. "Rock and roll"? It was a little more stylish than I was expecting, with the great use of some J-Rock from the 70s, The Flower Travelling Band, apparently written by co-stars of the film, some unnecessary jump-cuts in one scene (and I don't recall any others), and three scenes where blood spatters on the camera, something that doesn't normally happen in non-war films. And there was the crowbar attack. Vicious. As a Miike film, it's also about outsiders, being about a godson of a yakuza boss, killed in the first scene, who, along with a colleague, decide to wreak vengeance with furious anger all over the yakuza families that conspire to remove them from the picture. And, also typical for Miike, there are foreigners, those with Korean blood and those who are Korean, trying hard to fit in, even as those native-born Japanese use those facts against them. I didn't even mention the final gunfight, with a double-barrelled shotgun, an enormous automatic rifle with a stabilizing arm, hundreds, if not thousands, of spent rounds, and quite possibly no deaths. I say that, given the ending. Who knows what the last scenes meant?

After another week of tv, along with finishing off The Office, I have a couple more comments. Why the hell has The Office had three straight hour-long episodes? Just go back to half an hour, no filler, and just more awesome funny. I love that Kristin Chenoweth just burst into Hopelessly Devoted to You, danced with a dog, did slapstick outside the window, and just the cute-twee-kawaii-ness of Pushing Daisies in general was very much fun for me. I understand that most people would gag on the sugar, but it's right up my alley. To make up for that, how could I also not love Sarah Silverman licking her dog's ass? Yes, I found that funny. Also, Game Night! I hope I'm never forced to play the Game of Life at our game night. But I wouldn't turn down the Thai food. I need that elephant crapping out an earth over a pink cloud and a rainbow as a picture. Weird, but extremely funny. Also, apparently, the only things you find when you google for "japanese porn star diet paper" is references to 30 Rock. There I was, hoping that it was an actual diet, just for the weirdness factor. Also, Werewolf Bar Mitzvah? And the Blërg furniture, and Kenneth's seduction attempt, and "inscrutable", and everything that Dr. Spaceman did this episode? I love you so much 30 Rock.

Miami Vice

Miami Vice apes the far better Collateral's look, replaces a tightly-plotted film with a by-the-book mess, and Tom Cruise with Colin Farrell, but does add Gong Li nearly nude. That isn't enough to make up for a film that can't pick a volume for the dialogue, Jamie Foxx going through the motions, and some very stupid bad guys. Mann clearly has immense talent, but this film just did nothing, added nothing, and was a waste of time. Lots of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

New season of TV

There are a lot of new programs I thought I'd start watching this season. I started with just trying the entire NBC Monday lineup: Chuck, Heroes, and Journeyman. Chuck wasn't too bad, and I watched the second episode, mainly for Adam Baldwin. I made it through half that episode before giving up. My main issue actually is something I'll bring up in a bit. Heroes may or may not be able to make up for a slightly lackluster finale, but I have to see where this all goes, whether Ali Larter's character will finally die the death she deserves and leave. And we need more Hiro. We always need more Hiro. I made it through about half of Journeyman before I gave up. And for someone who loves time travel jokes, it's hard to say that the newest time travel show just isn't any good (based on the amount I made it through). Although it has both Kevin McKidd and Reed Diamond (from Rome and Homicide, respectively), the rest of the cast isn't particularly good, the two main women are just annoying, and the thing that made me turn it off was when his ex-girlfriend (fiancée? who cares, I couldn't pay attention) didn't actually die in the plane crash but also was going through time like him. What the hell?

Tuesday was only Reaper, directed by Kevin Smith, is an amalgam of Buffy and Dead Like Me, so, of course, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Ray "Leland Palmer" Wise was awesome as the devil, Bret Harrison wasn't annoying (unlike a certain star of another tv show about a slacker working in a big box store and gets "superpowers"), and it also has Missy Peregrym (from the vastly fun Stick It), so it is actually enjoyable. That it actually gets the geek somewhat right is what makes Chuck pale in comparison. I'll still end up watching Chuck until it gets cancelled or they do something that so utterly pisses me off that I stop watching, but Reaper is a "This show will get cancelled unless you start watching now, so I'm going to tell everyone to watch it" show, so please watch, maybe?

Bionic Woman and Life were both disappointing, although for different reasons. I was only watching Life because it has Damian "Dick Winters" Lewis. Turns out it also has Adam Arkin (who gets respect for his last name alone) and Robin Weigert proving that Calamity Jane was mainly costuming and makeup. Not that she's that pretty, but she's not hideous. Life needs to get considerably better, even if I did like his obsession with fruit. I'm not quite that obsessed with fruit, but I do love fruit. Bionic Woman, on the other hand, was exec produced by David "Battlestar Galactica" Eick, and includes Katee "Starbuck" Sackhoff, Aaron "Chief Tyrol" Douglas, and Mark "Romo Lampkin" Shephard (let alone "Firefly"'s Badger) all from Battlestar Galactica. There's also Miguel Ferrer and Thomas Kretschmann (two of those guys, if not more), so the cast is quite good. If only the script were better. Or say, any good. The second episode was far better, but still, you know, not actually good. Also, not nearly enough Battlestar Galactica actors. I will try one more week on Bionic Woman, but I have given up on Life during the second episode. Too typical, even with the fruit thing.

Pushing Daisies finally premiered, and I finally got to watch it. Having Lee Pace and Bryan Fuller together again is awesome, after the short-lived but long-lamented Wonderfalls (and of course Bryan Fuller's Dead Like Me), and the show has more whimsy since Amelie. As I loved that film, I have no problem with it all. It's also nice to see Chi McBride doing more with the undead, and the people who can speak with them, like in The Frighteners. Kristin Chenoweth is slightly annoying, but she's really the only thing at all wrong with the show. This is also an "This show will get cancelled unless you start watching now, so I'm going to tell everyone to watch it" show, but this one did not do that poorly in the ratings.

Those are the only new shows I started watching this season. I do want to say that Dexter is quite enjoyable, and the first season was very enjoyable. I wonder what the season long arc will be this time. Tell Me You Love Me is actually quite annoying, with the only reason to watch is to see just how explicit they're going to go with the nudity this time. And what kind of prosthetics they're going to use. But the most recent episode was actually far better. There's always a chance. Curb Your Enthusiasm is still hilarious. I also started to watch the American version of the Office on DVD, to catch up asap. The first season actually got considerably better after it stopped aping the British one so much. And by halfway through the first episode of the second season, I completely and utterly regretted not watching past the first episode when it first aired. Because it is extremely funny. As is The Sarah Silverman Program, if only for the historical abortion montage to Good Riddance (Time of Your Life). Not as good as Tab, but still funny. And you can't go wrong with Kenneth, Tracy, Jack, Liz, and all the rest of the cast of 30 Rock. And the utterly ridiculousness of the entire plot. I missed the show so much. When the hell will MILF Island air?