When We Were Orphans, Werewolves in Their Youth, & Wonder Boys

When We Were Orphans is Kazuo Ishiguro's fifth novel, and he is best known for writing The Remains of the Day, the best Merchant-Ivory film. That novel was great, and while When We Were Orphans couldn't match that, it was an engaging story of a young boy, orphaned in Shanghai when both of his parents disappeared, and then growing up in England in the interwar years to be a detective, and his efforts to both save the world from World War II and to find his parents. For someone who has a well-known interest in both Asian and English culture and history, this book was right up my alley. I do not, in any way, regret purchasing and reading this book. Which is high praise.

Werewolves in Their Youth is a collection of short stories by Michael Chabon (including one in the guise of August Van Zorn, the Gothic horror author from his Wonder Boys). Digression to talking about Wonder Boys (which I read a couple months ago and was waiting to rewatch the movie before writing it up): being a big fan of the movie (back when Katie Holmes wasn't brainwashed), and The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, I hadn't bothered to go find Wonder Boys or his other works. I have rectified that, and have to say that I like the book more than the movie. Mainly because there is more time spent with his in-laws, the scene in the parking lot, and the addition of the snake. Along with the trunk full of amazing things. Certainly, I can't complain about a Jewish family that has taken it upon themselves to adopt a bunch of Korean girls and screw them up just as much as Jews tend to screw up their own kids (Grady Tripp's sister-in-law was a great little character), so I have to say that the little bits that were cut out to make the film fit in two hours were some of my favorite parts in the book. Werewolves in Their Youth, on the other hand, was a collection of short stories, almost entirely about failing marriages (or failing families), except for the August Van Zorn Gothic story, In the Black Mill, a Lovecraftian piece of trash that works due to the sheer will of Chabon to keep to the pastiche. It's awkwardly written, sentence structures are far more complicated than they should be, and just works about as well as a Lovecraft story. I was hoping for some description of a tentacled beast, but was denied. The other short stories are occasionally good, occasionally not so good, but all paint a very clear picture of troubled people. So if that's what you want to read about, then go ahead and find a copy of this.

City of Men & Battlestar Galactica: Razor

City of Men is the Brazilian TV show that basically follows a couple of favela kids in Rio over about four years, with most of the people behind City of God also working on this. Because of that, it's extremely well-made, funny, touching, heartbreaking, and ultimately uplifting, although also longer than I was expecting. Three discs full of shenanigans, get rich quick schemes, macking on the ladies (who are hot Brazilians, of course), and occasional forays into animation, dream sequences, music videos, breaking the fourth wall (the entire last episode is one long semi-joke about taking people who were poor and giving them a taste of the high life and then forcing them to live their new life) and other post-modern touches. But it was generally enjoyable, and an interesting look at being both poor and black in a society that doesn't really care for either. Well, it's not like most societies like either.

Battlestar Galactica: Razor is a supersized BSG episode. Therefore I was thrilled. And it also allows me to talk up the wonders of interracial couplings (or more, as Soledad O'Brien shows), as Kendra Shaw is played by Stephanie Chaves-Jacobsen, a half-Portuguese, half-Chinese-Norwegian-English version of hotness. I've been told by people that she's possibly too thin, but I didn't notice that at all, as I was too busy being distracted by both her attractiveness and her Australian accent. Seriously, every woman should have a Commonwealth accent, because they just add to their being my fantasy. Ok, now that I've gotten that out of my way, I liked the action sequences, and even though I knew where the plot was going fairly early on (and the "twist" in the main plot was so cliched), I like the added character moments for the Adamas. And I will never, ever, ever complain about having more Michelle Forbes anywhere. And who didn't think that Starbuck was going to usher in the apocalypse, even if they didn't care about hanging out with Katee Sackhoff? Why the hell can't I stop talking about hot women in BSG? Because it's just impossible.

The Death of Mr. Lazarescu, Who Killed the Electric Car?, Art School Confidential, Death in Venice, The Leopard, Street Fight, & Reds

Half-assed review time! Mainly because it's been almost a month since I last updated about movies watched. And split over a few posts.

The Death of Mr. Lazarescu was pretty depressing. It's a Romanian film about an older Hungarian who moved to Bucharest, where he was left by everyone who might have had a reason to love him: his wife died, his brother and sister live hours away and he owes them money, his daughter lives in Toronto and never calls him, his neighbors can't stand him, and the only thing he has is his drinking and his cats. And this film follows him after he woke up one day with a headache and an inability to keep food down. Although many people whose movie taste I seriously respect called this one of the best films of last year, I thought it was very well-made, but just a slight eh. Still good, but not best movie of the year quality.

Who Killed the Electric Car? is another frustrating documentary about reasonable things being destroyed by big corporations and the government in cahoots, this time about how GM built an electric car that could have gone 300 miles between recharges, but was sabotaged by GM and a government trying to keep the old internal combustion engine industry going. And replace one destructive engine with a less destructive but far more inefficient one (hydrogen fuel cells). Why couldn't we just have electric cars? That would be awesome. Also: Mel Gibson's beard was awesome. If only he weren't a crazy person.

Art School Confidential felt like a satire of art schools in search of a plot. The murder plot didn't feel like it worked nearly as well as the parts about how stupid and ridiculous art school can be. Art may be subjective (de gustibus non est disputandum and all), but some art is bad. Objectively.

Death in Venice I just didn't like very much, as it was a movie about a pedophilic composer who is dying. It looks gorgeous though. Luchino Visconti can make a beautiful film, but sorry, I just didn't feel it.

The Leopard has Burt Lancaster and Alain Delon playing Sicilian aristocrats struggling to find their place in a unifying Italy in the 1860s. I'd complain, except that it's Burt Lancaster and Alain Delon. Who are great actors. It was pretty long, and the battle scenes were a little confusing (I had trouble telling white people apart! They were all wearing the same orange uniforms! And the Italians weren't diving!), but the use of color was outstanding, and the unification of Italy is really an under-covered aspect of history in American high schools. Because I remember it as maybe two days where we discussed that and the unification of Germany together.

Street Fight is especially interesting to me, due to the fact that I heard my two of my bosses in the movie (and another former coworker as well). And that the fight for the soul of black community in 2002 was between Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson on one side and Spike Lee and Cornel West on the other. Now, as a young white liberal Jewish man, who could I possibly be more in favor of? Ignoring the fact that it's a 32 year old Rhodes scholar/Stanford football star who has worked to improve Jewish-black relations vs an old crusty vulgar corrupt dude who votes enormous pay raises for himself, Spike Lee and Cornel West are pretty awesome, and Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson have this tendency to say anti-Semitic things and not be awesome at all. Although I knew the ending beforehand, it was disgusting to see just how terrible Sharpe James was in his attempts to ratfuck Cory Booker. Just goes to show that The Wire is capable of being an accurate representation of not just the drug trade, or stevedoring, or the schools (and soon to be the media), they got local politics just right as well.

Reds is a very long film, and just reminds me of how Warren Beatty has so much talent, and has squandered so much over his career. You have great films like Bonnie & Clyde and McCabe & Mrs. Miller, and crap like Town & Country (a movie that's supposed to be so bad, I'm tempted to see it, even though I know I'll hate myself in the morning). The movie is so long that it can't fit on one DVD. I bet they could have though, it's only 194 minutes long. The cast is full of famous people, from Beatty, Diane Keaton, and Jack Nicholson (acting!) to Edward Hermann, Paul Sorvino, M. Emmet Walsh, Max Wright, Maureen Stapleton, and even Gene Hackman in a small role. Could have had about an hour or so cut. I'm not sure why all those interviews were included in the film, most of them were just duplicating what was shown in the film proper.

Pushing Daisies & 30 Rock

I finally watched last week's Pushing Daisies, a show that is the best show of the new season. This episode was about dog breeders and polygamists. The main dog-breeder polygamist, though, was Joel McHale (of The Soup fame). Which was awesome. As was Emerson Cod's Vertigo dream sequence. And the almost constant dog puns. Seriously, there is no scripted show on TV that makes me as happy as this one. I just grin from start to finish. But also, 30 Rock is completely freakin' awesome. I hate you media companies for the future delay in new awesome TV (and the current lack of late night TV). Give the writers what they want.

I will write up lots of stuff sometime soonish.

The Pipettes at Sonar 11/11

I have now done a show in Baltimore. Which, considering how long I've been in DC, is actually somewhat surprising. I know Spoon's played there at least once since I've been in DC. I just don't go to Baltimore very often. It's just not a very good city. Full of good TV though.

Setlist (fairly similar to the last time):

Dance & Boogie
Your Kisses Are Wasted on Me
Because It's Not Love (But It's Still a Feeling)
Baby, Don't Leave Me
It Hurts To See You Dance So Well
Tell Me What You Want
Guess Who Ran off with the Milkman
Your Love for Me
Why Did You Stay?
Sex
The Burning Ambition of Early Diuretics
Don't Forget Me
I Love You
True Love Waits Patiently for a Miracle
Judy
One Night Stand (dedicated to Jimmy Eat World, who were playing in the other venue inside Sonar and apparently were nice, even if the entire crowd couldn't believe that, and Riot Becki sounded sarcastic even as she denied being sarcastic)
Dirty Mind
Pull Shapes
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ABC
We Are the Pipettes

They played for only about 55 minutes, a fairly short show, but still they went through almost everything I wanted to hear. I also couldn't find any pictures from the show. I may update at some point later if I do find some.

I think the band may have been tighter than the last time, but I had more fun at the Black Cat. Maybe it was that Smoosh was a far more awesome opener than American Atkins and the Express. Or just Nicole Atkins and the Sea. I certainly enjoyed some of her songs, but they lost me when they covered The Crystal Ship non-ironically. Although she did a fair job with it, she made me no longer able to say that I had never been at a concert where a band never covered The Doors without being insanely drunk, a covers show, or both. The Doors blow, and the worst thing about the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame was the Doors exhibit. Just a waste of everything. Anyway, The Maestro likes them, and after Nicole came out to sit at the merch table for a while before the Pipettes came out, he attempted to get her to sign his copy of their CD (purchased at the show), but failed due to the extremely hard to open plastic packaging. Damn that packaging.

Before the Pipettes actually came out, they were playing 60s novelty songs over the PA system, like The Purple People Eater, and then almost finishing with the Jetsons Theme, but they went into about half of the next song before they finally came out. Gwenno is a redhead now, but Rosay is still the hottest Pipette. And I will almost definitely never change that opinion. Unless I were to have a chat with Riot Becki. Intelligence is hot, y'all. As is looking like a librarian.

I didn't realize that there are still bars and clubs that allow smoking. Been spoiled by being in DC. I spent most of the next day with watery eyes and a very sore throat. That sore throat was only somewhat from yelling along to every song. I can do that when I don't have my throat destroyed by the smoke.

Douchebag of the concert: no, not the enormous guy in the Siragusa jersey who kept moving around in front of me during NAATS (but he didn't bother me at all during the Pipettes), or the couple who moved near me early in the set and then kept moving around in the back, never settling on one place (but that would just be petty). No, the douchebag of the concert: Me. Yes, I apparently can be the douchebag. First off, I was all ready to get extremely pissed at them for not telling me that the tickets were $5 cheaper at Sonar than at 9:30, the original venue. But they were nice and gave a refund at the door. But the main reason is that I was utterly exhausted (shows that end at midnight in Baltimore will do that), and I thought I would get donuts for work the next day. I woke up the next day, and about to leave, decided to move the cash back into my wallet, and realized I didn't have my driver's license. I started to search through my coat, my pants, and the rest of my apartment. Fifteen minutes later, I realized that I was potentially going to be late to work, and left. I finished my book (look for the review for that sometime this week (I'm so behind...)), and went to put my bookmark (interestingly, my Pipettes ticket from June) in the little pocket on my coat, realizing that there was something there, and pulled out my driver's license. Which would have been very hard to replace, as it has my parent's old address. I have no idea how hard it would be for me to deal with having to replace it. I wouldn't have to worry about not being able to drink, the bigger issue would be that I couldn't even go into bars with friends. And since I spent so much time searching for it, turning out to be in the first place I looked (just a different pocket), I didn't have time to get donuts.

Duck Season, The Hidden Blade, Once in a Lifetime, & Three Times

Duck Season was a movie made for my friend Matthew Barney Gumble (hey, I decided to use their pre-approved interwebs handle, if you don't have one already, get one, they're for all awesome people!). Two fourteen year old Mexican kids are left in their apartment with enough money for a pizza and two cokes, and they want to spend the entire day playing Halo. Unfortunately for them, a 16 year old female neighbor shows up wanting to use their oven to bake a cake, the power goes out, the pizza guy shows up 11 seconds late and refuses to leave when they say he showed up 11 seconds late for the 30 minute price guarantee. So one of the boys ends up challenging the pizza deliveryman to a game of Pro Evolution Soccer (Man U v Real Madrid) after the power comes back on. And then the cake burns, the next one is terrible, and some pot brownies are cooked and consumed. To get any more specific would be a shame, because it's a little film that works. It was produced by Alfonso Cuarón, so at least Cuarón's helping to improve Mexican cinema. Not that just by existing and making great movies he hasn't helped enough.

The Hidden Blade made me think at at least a few times in it that I'd seen it before. This was, of course, impossible, but I had déjà vu couple times. And then I realized why: it was directed by Yôji Yamada, who also directed The Twilight Samurai. And is also about a reluctant samurai having to fight someone he doesn't want to. I love that a guy who's made all of these rote films for so many years can make these two great meditations on samurai culture. This one isn't as good as The Twilight Samurai, but it's certainly a far happier ending. And really, when it makes total sense, I love that.

Once in a Lifetime: The Extraordinary Story of the New York Cosmos is a short little documentary about the New York Cosmos, the star team of the NASL, with Pelé, Franz Beckenbauer, Giorgio Chinaglia leading the way to titles and the ruination of soccer as a major sport in this country. Well, that and the overexpansion. But I do wish that more leagues used sudden death and shootouts, as those seem pretty awesome. Not awesome: Giorgio, who comes off as a complete ass. It's a flashy documentary with lots of edits, but the footage includes bits from the games, and you never really realize just how amazing they were until you see them doing those incredible things on a pitch. Interesting for those who want to see soccer footage and people arguing about their recollections of events.

Three Times starts with Qi Shu playing snooker in 60s fashion while Smoke Gets in Your Eyes plays in 1966. Well, in case you were wondering, that is all you have to have to make me interested in a film. That was also, by far, the best of the three sections in this film about love in 1966, 1911, and 2005 in Taiwan from Hsiao-hsien Hou, who also directed Qi Shu in Millenium Mambo, and again coaxes a multilayered performance from the former Category III actress. I think I wasn't familiar enough with the history of Taiwan to understand the backstory that probably was the basis for the timing of the earlier two segments. Well, it's quite possible (and likely, based on Wikipedia and a line about the Wuchang Uprising) that 1911 was picked due to its importance to Taiwanese history, but 1966 doesn't seem to have any relevance. And given the anachronistic use of Rain and Tears (a 1968 song from Aphrodite's Child, Vangelis's band (before going solo and scoring Chariots of Fire and Blade Runner among others)), it could have been set in 1968 and not had a problem. Or maybe there's a personal reason for it. But a soldier going off to be a soldier and then coming back to search for the pool hall girl he fell in love with in one day and then travelling all over Taiwan (I imagine, my knowledge of Taiwanese geography is even rougher than my knowledge of Taiwanese history) looking for her is right up my hopeless romantic alley. The other two, 1911's concubine trainer and the journalist and 2005's epileptic bisexual musician and photographer, just aren't as good. As an unrepentent lover of all things Wong Kar-Wai, the obvious parallels with his period pieces didn't hurt my appreciation for 1966.

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?

The Matador

The Matador stars with Pierce Brosnan waking up with a naked woman in bed, and then kicks into A Town Called Malice. You just know the film is going to be fun. Later in the film, Asia's Heat of the Moment comes up. It ends with The Killers' All These Things I've Done, and then El Matador by Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, the perfect music to end a film with this title. The movie is goofy fun. Brosnan is really just completely awesome. If he hadn't been Bond, he probably wouldn't have gotten this film, but man, he is so much more than Bond, or a dashing man trying to steal away Robin Williams's wife in Mrs. Doubtfire (only good for David Cross's Tobias Funke's Mrs. Featherbottom). Greg Kinnear, Hope Davis, and Philip Baker Hall are all good in their roles, as well, even as they're not nearly as flashy. Writer-director Richard Shepard, who I'd never heard of until I went to the IMDB for the film, apparently directed some (reportedly terrible) softcore porn for Playboy in the 90s, and after this film two years ago, directed the pilots for both Criminal Minds and Ugly Betty. I'm not sure which makes me respect him less.

The Man Who Never Was & The Host

The Man Who Never Was is a film about Operation Mincemeat, the successful plan to convince the Germans that they weren't going to invade Sicily and were going to invade Greece or Sardinia. For some reason, Hitler bought it, maybe because he was frickin' insane. It is a film that I'm surprised I hadn't seen before, although I may have. Movies I used to watch a lot as a youngin tend to blur in my mind, unless I watched them multiple times (thank you The Longest Day and Bedknobs and Broomsticks), so I may have gotten this confused with Code Name: Emerald, a non-true story about trying to rescue/kill someone who knows about D-Day. I vaguely recalled the ending of that film, but I think I put the rest of the plot of this into that. My brain makes little to no sense some times. Back to the film. It's a little film, with little showy acting (except from Gloria Grahame), no showy camera tricks, and a very simple plot: convince the Germans a man who doesn't exist exists. That the film is so simple is the best aspect of the film. It allows the tension to build, and the audience (or at least me, and I assume most others watching) wonders just how the Germans will treat all of this. Of course, the fact that it's based on a true story means that you know how it will end, and the one little twist is fairly clearly telegraphed early on.

The Host is a justly praised monster film from Korea, from the director of the very good Memories of Murder. This film is too long, though, and drags considerably in the middle, along with not being entirely consistent from a time standpoint. It's never clear how long it has been from the beginning of the film to the end. It makes little to no sense as things seem to have taken days and days, while there is no food. This gaping plot hole aside, it's still not nearly as good as it was made out to be. The sense of humor is lacking, as well, and I just got a feeling that the film should have been better. It is, however, full of excellent set pieces, especially the opening attack scene, far more impressive because the monster is never hidden, it's seen full-body in bright daylight. And it is also quite a few metaphors. As in, the monster was created by pollution, the American military, and it's also a big vagina dentata. Well, actually, when you think about it, most monsters out there that eat people are vagina dentata. Men are just generally afraid of that which they don't have. Or, they're afraid of what they might lose. The negatives (of which there are a few) are not enough to detract from the good points, although this doesn't entirely convey that point.

Andromedia, Manhattan Murder Mystery, & Volver

Andromedia is probably the strangest "Let's promote a band" film since Head. But at least that one had lots of music from the band in it. This just had one Speed song, and one Da Pump music video. Yeah... Well, I just had to see this film, because it's an extremely cheesy "girl dies and is resurrected as an artificial intelligence while a yakuza, her half-brother, and a crazy Christopher Doyle (?!) try to steal the technology from her boyfriend" film. And since it's a Takashi Miike film it's even stranger than that description would make it seem to be. The acting is horrendous from everyone, the film frequently looks like crap, it was hard to understand the spoken English because it was sometimes overdubbed with Japanese at the same time, and the boyfriend was indestructible. It's so goofily stupid it almost works. But it doesn't. It's still cheezy.

Manhattan Murder Mystery is famous for the Wagner lines, and also for being the first film post-Mia for Allen. It also has a pretty good cast, with Woody, Diane Keaton, Ron Rifkin, Joy Behar (somehow far less annoying than I expect every time), Alan Alda, and Anjelica Huston. It unfortunately ahs Zach Braff as well, although it's a very minor part, and I didn't even recognize him. It is a Woody Allen film, so maybe we can blame Woody for The Shins being bad? Wait, I can actually blame Woody for lots of stuff far more important than some middling indie band not being interesting anymore. That said, it's actually fairly enjoyable, and there are some very funny lines (not just the aforementioned Wagnerisms), so it's better than I was hoping.

Volver just says one thing to me: don't let Penelope Cruz act in Hollywood films. She's so damn good in her Spanish films that it's a shame she doesn't just make them. Yeah, I'm a total Almodovar fanboy, maybe because he's one of the few directors out there who consistently makes amazing films with strong female characters. Except for Bad Education, which I didn't like that much anyway. This one is almost as good as his best, even if it steals a plot from The Flower of My Secret, but the acting is uniformly excellent from the women. The men are, of course, creepy or there only for the plot needs. It's nice to see a film that's the opposite of most. And I also want to put in a plug for the awesomeness that is Bluray. And the gorgeousness that is the menu and the end credits. Way to go the extra mile and be impressive rather than just bland. Now all I need is a TV and setup that allows me to enjoy the pretty pictures and sounds to go along with the nice presentation.

Metric at 9:30 9/20

Being a huge fan of Metric for a little over a year (after seeing Clean due to my long standing interest in watching everything Maggie Cheung has ever done), but having heard (and liked, but not enough to recognize songs apparently) of the band since a little before Live It Out came out, I had never seen them live. Mainly due to my dislike of going to shows in general, but also because I didn't know anyone who would go with me. But that having been fixed (although not nearly as much as I would have liked), I finally got to see Metric live.

I was not there for the earlier band, Crystal Castles, but that's ok, because I didn't know them at all, and if I have to start liking more bands, it's just going to cut into my time to listen to the bands I like now. Actually, just kidding, I think that this makes them sound like an interesting band, and maybe I should actually spend some time on MySpace. Or maybe I'll just be happy with my huge amount of music blogs and just be slightly annoyed that I missed an opening band that could have been fun. The amount of crappy openers I've seen should give me pause to rush to see a band I'd never heard of before, but then again, I've also seen Spoon, Crooked Fingers (and Eric Bachmann), The White Stripes, The Essex Green, The Black Keys, The National, Smoosh, Portastatic and some others as openers, so who knows what you're going to miss (although really, I had at least heard of almost all of those (besides The White Stripes and The Black Keys, well before they were famous, 1999 and 2003 respectively))?

There was more epileptic-fit-inducing-light-show than I was expecting, but it really added to the atmosphere, along with Emily Haines and her hair/dress, which she used to her advantage quite a bit.

Also, setlist:

Freddy
Twilight
Poster of a Girl
Dead Disco
Joyride
Empty
Standing in Line
Hustle
Combat Baby
Hooks
Handshakes
Rock Me Now
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Monster Hospital
Stadium Love

A little too heavy on the new stuff for me to feel entirely happy with the setlist, as it's very difficult to bounce and sing when you don't know the songs at all. I was also shocked by how early they played Dead Disco. But they did play every song I knew I wanted to hear, so I was pretty happy. Bigger Metric fans than me were alternately slightly disappointed and extremely happy, so I guess I fall in the middle.

And it wouldn't be a concert review without me complaining about someone in the crowd. In this case, the guy was just airdrumming during early songs and constantly crept closer and closer to me until I tapped him on the shoulder during Combat Baby and yelled at him to stop sticking his head in front of mine. After a brief bit of him acting all pissed before he realized I was just trying to be heard over the awesomeness that was Combat Baby, it was all good for the rest of the set.

The Tesseract

The Tesseract was Alex Garland's follow-up to The Beach, and is about a sailor, a group of pirates, a nurse, some street children, and a psychiatrist in Manila (only the sailor was non-Filipino). Somehow this turned into a confused movie about drug runners, an assassin, a British psychologist, and a bellboy in Bangkok. Thanks, Oxide Pang. The book is a look at the interconnectedness of life and the butterfly effect, while the movie... well, it touches on the same themes, but without half the talent. Maybe if the other half of the Pang brothers were involved. Well, no. Mostly internal books with insane amounts of flashbacks, multiple looks at the same scene from different perspectives, and a look at the slums in a third-world country just won't translate well into a film. Also, a lot of characters were merged, names were changes from one character to another, completely unneeded flashy camera tricks, Matrix-style gunfights, and the story was turned into an action film. Although Garland's novel (and The Beach, for that matter) could make a good movie, with some good set pieces for action (the shootout in the hotel and subsequent chase could be utterly brilliant if well-filmed), this was pretty much doomed from the start. Making a lot of what was hinted at explicit was no good, let alone silly monologues. And man, Bangkok Dangerous was a far better film about violence in Bangkok. I am not looking forward to the remake with Nic Cage (although that is directed by the Pang Brothers, it has Charlie Yeung (from Fallen Angels, among others) as a Thai). Or the remake of The Eye with Jessica Alba.

And hey, I finally planned this out well. I finished the book on Saturday (during a delicious tekka don), and got the movie from Netflix the next chance I could. Now, if only I would rewatch The Third Man (and I even own it), so I could talk about it, since that so desperately screams for a movie-book comparison.

Brokeback Mountain, We Jam Econo: The Story of the Minutemen, Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man, Uninvited, a crappy TV show, and the Bengals

Brokeback Mountain is the most homoerotic film I've ever seen about sheep. Sheep in the literal and metaphorical sense, as two clearly gay men are herded by society into a furtive relationship that ruins their lives and those who love them. And now that that's done, Princess Diaries breasts! And I wish I knew how to quit you! Sure, it's a touching film of forbidden love, with strong performances from Heath and Jake. Plus, there's quite a few other good performances from the women who aren't quite woman enough for the men. Certainly not the best film of the year, but dear god, is it better than Crash.

We Jam Econo: The Story of the Minutemen begins my documentary on influential musicians released in 2005 minifest. You are not, by the way, allowed to badmouth Double Nickels on the Dime. Just take a look at the amount of far more famous people talking about how awesome they were. Sure, a lot of their songs aren't always the best, but when they do hit that, the lyrics alone are amazing. For added fun in the film, besides lots and lots of concert footage (including at the old home of the 9:30 club), you have Mike Watt, an interesting guy in his own right, talking about D. Boon, one of the most fascinating people in music. Of course, a lot of the stories weren't new, as I'd read the excellent Our Band Could Be Your Life, but it's quite enjoyable anyway. If you don't like the Minutemen, then don't watch this. I also didn't think I could handle the second disc full of live songs of various quality, so the first one was fine for me.

Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man just reminds me that I like Loudon Wainright's acting infinitely more than everything Rufus Wainright has ever done. I might even go so far as to say that he's terrible. Note that that's a might. And Rufus's version of Hallelujah can't hold a candle to Jeff Buckley's (the one in the movie is further marred by the female singers). And his version of Everybody Knows is a travesty (the original of which I love for its use in Pump up the Volume). Teddy Thompson's version of Tonight Will Be Fine was a highlight. As was Jarvis Cocker doing I Can't Forget. Admittedly, I am a fan of the song, ever since I first heard Pixies covering it. Also, you know, Pulp rocks.

Uninvited has quite likely the greatest special feature ever on a DVD. No, not a skip straight to the nudity (there's only a brief flash during a revival scene anyway). It's a 15 minute condensed version of the film. Had I just watched that, it would have been just fifteen minutes of confusion rather than two hours. Some interesting things in this cross between an ultra-religious My Own Private Idaho, Pillow Talk, and Ringu. Seriously, there's even a well. Interior Design is an important aspect of the film. Ghosts, narcolepsy, along with cannibalism (did you miss that deleted scene were Keanu Reeves eats River Phoenix in a seriously misguided attempt to gain his acting talent?) and dropping babies because they're evil. Well, that babies are like cats and that they'll eat their owners if needed. Just an utter mess of a film. Falling asleep in the middle of it after a busy Saturday didn't help.

And, for those of you who are my Netflix friends (if you aren't and want to be, let me know), you might notice I watched the first disc of The Newsroom, a Canadian TV news satire. And I didn't like it. Maybe if I had laughed once in the three episodes (I think it was three, I got bored), I might have actually watched more. But my life is far more important than watching mediocre Canadian TV. It's Degrassi or bust. Actually, there must be a good Canadian TV show besides Degrassi and You Can't Do That on Television. Taking recommendations isn't always 100%, even from people who are 85% similar on Netflix. Which should really be obvious. At least I didn't get the second disc as well.

Also, what the hell, Bengals? That defensive effort would have caused me pain had I been able to watch any of it. Well, I caught about two minutes near the end of the second half, but apparently, the Steelers-Bills blowout was more important in the District than a close exciting divisional rival.

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang & L'Argent

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang is the beginning of my "These two movies could not have been more different" minifest. This one is a post-modern crime thriller with gratuitous nudity (although some of it was completely needed for plot purposes, and I'm not even kidding), almost constant fourth-wall-breaking, and gratuitous violence. It's written/directed by Shane Black, writer of the Lethal Weapon films, The Monster Squad (no better film about classic monsters terrorizing a town, the wolfman being blown up by dynamite then reassembling, and of course, said wolfman having "nards"), The Last Action Hero (the supremely underrated Gov. Arnold film), The Last Boy Scout (horrendously terrifyingly bad), and The Long Kiss Goodnight, which I still want to see. This one is a film my dad would hate. All narrate-y and with almost constant winks to the audience about how smart (or stupid) characters are. I liked it, but certainly not a great film. Also, shouldn't a gag reel be, you know, funny?

L'Argent is Robert Bresson's last film, an adaptation of a Tolstoy novella, about a forged banknote and how it affects the life of everyone who touches it. It's in many ways, a completely typical film of his, with closeups of body parts, shots that signify some action while never showing it, and completely bland acting. It's not as good as Pickpocket, but certainly better than Au Hasard Balthazar. Mainly because there were no intimations of bestiality. Which doesn't make for a good film. The having of bestiality intimations doesn't make for a good film. Just making that absolutely clear.

Scoop & Un flic

Scoop is, unfortunately, even with Scarlett Johansson, Ian McShane (as a non-cursing ghost), Hugh Jackman, Charles Dance, and even a very brief cameo from Anthony Stewart Head, completely torpedoed by Woody Allen. And his script. Allen's capable of so much more, as evidenced by Match Point, but his comedies have been fairly bad for years. I am still looking forward to his next films, but there are times when I think that maybe the film won't be supremely disappointing. And then I watched Scoop. Awkward and unfunny "comedy", wasting of most of the cast, and just far too much Woody.

Un Flic is Jean-Pierre Melville's last film, and the fourth I've seen. All of them are completely awesome. From the proto-French New Wave of Bob le Flambeur, one of the coolest films ever made, to Le Samouraï, the main influence for John Woo's The Killer, to Le Cercle Rouge, one of the best heist films (after Rififi). Un Flic is translated as A Cop. The Netflix page is titled Un Flic, and the last line of the description is "Original French title: Un Flic." What the hell, Netflix? Admittedly, I never actually realized that flic was cop, not a film. Man, my French is tres terrible. The film itself is another heist film, starting with a bank heist and then a train heist that's so obviously a model train that it's funny. There's also quite a few obvious backdrops, let alone the rear-projected backgrounds for the car scenes. But that doesn't matter when you have Richard Crenna as a smooth thief/nightclub owner fighting with Alain Delon, as the titular cop, over Catherine Deneuve, one of the most beautiful women ever. Alain Delon and Catherine Deneuve in the same scene is quite a bit of hotness. The filming of the bank heist is also quite impressive with the rain and the fog. Sure the film isn't really saying very much, except that possibly Delon may be a little too married to his job and that's what makes for a good cop, but that doesn't entirely mean much.

A Story of Floating Weeds & Floating Weeds

Yasujiro Ozu started out making comedies, but in 1934, made A Story of Floating Weeds, his first film really about the dissolution of the Japanese family, which is pretty much what he made for the rest of his career. Twenty-five years later, he took a break from his longtime studio, and remade the film. It's about a traveling theater troupe who go to a small town where the leader had a son with a woman years before and now returns with a common-law wife. Both films are pretty much the same, although the earlier film was in black and white and silent, while the later film was in color and a sound film. The earlier film is also half an hour shorter, partly due to the ability to show more from a sexuality perspective, but also because of the use of dialogue allows for a more intricate plot. Not that there's that much difference. There were actual camera movements in the earlier film, though, as he still hadn't decided to remove all cinematic techniques from his bag of tricks. I somehow am not entirely sure which film is better, but they're just slightly different excellent films. Ozu came at the film from different parts of his career and life which is shown by the film being more mature, but the loss of some of the youthful energy from the earlier film is the trade-off you have to make. It's actually fairly similar to Hitchcock's The Man Who Knew Too Much. And as with that one, while the later film may be more technically skilled, I maybe slightly prefer the earlier one?

Also, I wanted to point out that I've watched my third film from the Janus box set purchased last October after Ivan the Terrible, Pt 2 and Loves of a Blonde. At this rate, I will finish watching the films in around 10 years.

Knowing Me, Knowing You with Alan Partridge, Snakes on a Plane, & What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?

Knowing Me, Knowing You is a spoof of talk shows done by Steve Coogan as Alan Partridge, but the character was far funnier in I'm Alan Partridge, as this just seemed to be more about funny things that could happen on a talk show, rather than funny things in general. The humor of KMKYWAP (pronounced like a word) is just easier and more broad than IAP, which was far more of a character study. A frickin' hilarious character study, though. Some of the episodes were quite good, like the French one, with the clown troupe. And every episode had at least some extremely funny bits, but without the ability to see the character off-camera, you don't get nearly as involved as the later series. But how can you complain about anything that has Minnie Driver as a post-op transsexual? Actually, that may have been part of my issue with it: that so much of the humor is just homophobic jokes. I know it's meant to point out just how out of touch with reality Partridge is, but it still struck me as bothersome. The bonus disc has a couple of specials, including the Christmas special, quite possibly the funniest thing in the series. Just for Fanny and her constant puns. You know, it's just quite funny, along with the other things, like the unaired pilot, with the famous arses. The main disc is three hours of funny, but the bonus disc is only an hour or so. Which is a shame, as it was short.

Snakes on a Plane has unnecessary snakecam. Plus ridiculous dialogue, snakes, and something about mf'in' snakes on an mf'in' plane. The CGI is terrible, the plot is beyond stupid, and full of stereotypes. At least there was a lot of death. There was no reason for anyone to think this film would do well. It's so horrendously bad. Just far too tedious to be a fun watch.

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? is quite bad. Joan Crawford is not bad, but Bette Davis is so damn annoying in every way. I've hated her for quite a few years (combination of those eyes and just not caring for her, and that I loved All about Eve even with her should go to show just how much I loved that film), and I figured I'd try to watch this because of its reputation, but I just hated every single scene she was in. Which hurts the film, since she's in almost every scene. Also, the black person dies. Thanks Hollywood for making that so predictable.

Bad Boys, The Eye 2, & The Lovers of the Arctic Circle

Bad Boys is just one of the most misogynistic films ever made. I know, I know: he's complaining about misogyny again. But look at the film: all the female characters are either prostitutes, ballbreakers, or insane. While the guys are always far smarter than the women. Of course, the film isn't really meant to hold up to scrutiny of the sort of: why the hell are Martin Lawrence and Will Smith still on duty after the shootout at the apartment or the shootout at the club? Oh, that's right, because they're magical cops who don't have to, you know, answer to any higher law. Like their superiors. Or the amount of bullets fired that don't hit anyone. It's the Stormtrooper Syndrome. Also, I wanted to complain about how many times both one of the Titular Bad Boys (TBB) and a Non-Titular Bad Guy pointed guns at each other at the same time, and the TBB is able to not only fire first, but fire off a stupid one-liner before the NTBG is unable to come close to firing. Also, explosions are stupid. Or at least explosions for the sake of exploding things are stupid. As are cars that magically go from reverse to forwards without any chance, the fact that anyone finds Martin Lawrence funny, and that this film was remotely successful.

The Eye 2 is a sequel to one of the better Asian horror films, and although it does have the long-haired female ghost that so many others do, this one is far less about frights than about a look at life and death. But it also has Qi Shu, giving another performance worthy of her labia... I mean... Oh damn. She's quite good, and Eugenia Yuan is suitably creepy. The problem is that, although clearly a much higher budget than The Eye, the plot drags, we wonder just how everything is actually happening (how exactly did she not die after throwing herself off a building multiple times?), and just in general, it is less than the sum of its parts. Even if one of those parts sees ghosts.

The Lovers of the Arctic Circle is a great love story, filled with coincidences fulfilled, and sometimes not, a circular plotline that perfectly matches the title. It's the story of two eight-year olds who meet strange and, as they grow up, the various coincidences that so clearly point to them being right for each other. And the demon red bus that keeps getting in the way. Palindromes, scenes from just one or both perspectives at the same time, and circles are just so important. And then there's the final twist, slightly foreshadowed at the beginning and near the middle, with scenes that aren't entirely what they seem. It was written and directed by Julio Medem, who did Sex and Lucia, the best film I've ever seen with a mud-covered man becoming erect on screen. This is only slightly less sensual than that film (which is actually impressive considering the title of that film has sex in it), but it had me under its spell, acknowledging my main problem with it (the extreme coincidences necessary to further the plot), but doing it in a charming way that doesn't seem so completely random, and messes with my (and the characters') expectations just enough. Yeah, I am a sucker for the romance, but I just loved this film and then the ending hit, and I realized it was the way to end it.

X-Men: The Last Stand, Superman Returns, & Inland Empire

X-Men: The Last Stand begins my 2006 minifest, apparently. For a bit of interesting trivia (hahaha...), this was directed by Brett Ratner (one of the worst directors currently working) who was originally attached to Superman Returns at some point, but moved over to film this after Bryan Singer left this film to film Superman Returns. I wish Singer hadn't switched. Ridiculous action scenes (in the bad way), stupid plot twists, and far too much Storm. And why the hell did they make Colossus American? I always liked him since I used to play as him in the X-Men beat-em-up arcade game. Oh, wait, he was in X2, but honestly, I gave up on the series pretty soon after watching the second one. So is killing a bunch of beloved characters and the like what passes for a good film nowadays? If so, beh. I can't imagine this film making many people happy. It was insanely violent, and not good.

Superman Returns would have been far better with Kevin Smith's script. That's Tim Burton's fault. Also, this is apparently why Cyclops was killed so quickly in X-Men. Had to be the guy better than Superman. Now, there's a serious problem with Lex Luthor's plan: it makes no sense. If he starts killing everyone on earth why does he think that the military wouldn't just come in and kill him? They're not going to be affected by a Kryptonite island. Also, the overuse of religious imagery bothered me. Kate Bosworth is clearly in her young 20s, making it highly unlikely for her to have been a famous reporter five years earlier. Come on, casting director, at least pick someone of a more reasonable age. The five years later plot requires older actors, and this doesn't have them. I never thought I'd praise the earlier Superman as a restrained film, but it's better than this overlong film.

Inland Empire may be Lynch's greatest film ever. Alternately, and more accurately, it's the film where Lynch went off the deep end. I didn't understand much of anything. The Polish scenes and all the other things may have made a somewhat reasonable film if they were just a bunch of shorts, but three hours of bizarre, with dancing to The Locomotion and At Last. Along with far too many closeups and dark. Ugh. You might like it, but only if you want to spend three hours being extremely confused.

The Beach & The President's Last Bang

The Beach is the Alex Garland novel that the pretty disliked film directed by Danny Boyle with Leonardo DiCaprio, Tilda Swinton, Virginie Ledoyen, and Robert Carlyle was based on. Now, I am not nearly as anti-the film as a lot of other people I know. However, after reading the book, I can certainly see why others dislike it. The extra relationships just are completely unnecessary. The story of a British tourist who is left a map by a suicide in a Thai hotel and then goes to find a secluded beach with two beautiful French people, smokes an insane amount of pot, fishes with harpoons, and then goes insane somehow actually spoke to me. Even though I've never done any of those things. As much as I have always wanted to. I enjoyed the book as it was very much, and, as an admitted purist and very protective of media I love, I now dislike the movie more, but I would need to see it again to know just how much more I disliked it. And I'm not sure I want to spend the time on that, when I could watch something else. It will happen at some point, when it's on a channel I have.

The President's Last Bang made two of the three other people I watched it with fall asleep. Well, actually all of them fell asleep at some point. I don't know if that has something to do with the day we'd had or what, but I liked it a lot. Not quite as good as I was expecting, and I thought it was directed by a different guy. The movie did start with a crawl basically explaining the parts of Korean history relevant to the film, which was helpful. And then came the first actual shots of the film, at a pool, with people yelling at a few girls to take their tops off, which they do. That's the only female nudity for the rest of the film, so if you wanted, you could just watch the first couple minutes. The rest of the film is a mordantly funny film about a failed coup attempt in 1979 that appears to have been caused by making fun of the director of the Korean CIA. It's one of the things in the film along with the singing of enka songs that seems to possibly have been rumors rather than actual fact. Then again, a movie about an assassination of a dictator where all involved are either dead or have lots of reasons to lie is certainly not going to be the truth. There was one scene I wanted to mention, as it was a long tracking shot showing the fallout of the assassination going from room to room shot from above showing the dead. It's one of those scenes that just sticks out as extremely impressive.

Local Hero, Fateless, & Flushed Away

Local Hero is a little film about a big oil company wanting to buy a little Scottish fishing village to put up an oil refinery. It's fitfully funny, but it's more of a character study of the oil company representative falling under the spell of the town. There is nothing at all wrong with the film, and that's actually a charm. Everything it sets out to do it does. Sure, some of the special effects were obvious, but it's a fairly low budget, early 80s film. The village does seem like quite the place to live in, if you want everyone to know your business.

Fateless is, apparently, the most expensive Hungarian film of all time, about a 14 year old going through the Holocaust. So now you know why I watched it. Because, as a Jew, I have to watch and cry at everything Holocaust related. I failed in this case. No crying. In fact, I got quite a bit annoyed. What a whiny bitch, and how the hell could he just not listen to people who know better? And, at the end, when he says there were happy times in the concentration camps, I was wondering just where the hell those were? I do not recall anything happy happening in camp, unless you count horrible knee abscesses, lice, beatings, not enough food, and hard work. Seriously, I would have liked it more if it had shown these "happy" times. Otherwise, it was a standard long tale of survival against the odds. Just like every other Holocaust film ever made, except for the crap ones like Life Is Beautiful. I will never forgive the Academy for that. Well, there are a lot of things that the Academy has gotten wrong over the years, but giving two Oscars to Roberto Benigni is unconscionable. As is having Daniel Craig play an American soldier. What the hell, Hungary?

Flushed Away is the first CGI Aardman Animations film, and as such, it works well, and is occasionally funny, but it suffers immensely from not having nearly the heart and humor of the other Aardman films. The water and fur wasn't that good, and the mice also didn't have enough hair. Also, there was far too much scoring for a soccer match. Those brief bits of soccer on screen bothered me far more than they should have, especially since it was just about making fun of it. The pop-culture references were also only occasionally clever, something that makes the film dated even as it should have been better. Shame.