Quick Notes

Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter? (1957) – with Tony Curtis as an advertising hack and Jayne Mansfield as, I guess, herself – was fun, if fluffy, stuff: light satire of Madison Avenue and celebrity culture, with some really good comic moments and quaint (in the best way) double entendres (polishing one’s Oscar, anyone?)

Auntie Mame (1958), with Rosalind Russell in the title role – the story of a vivacious, free-thinking socialite and her orphaned nephew, told over a period of nine years during the Depression, in vignettes – has its share of great comedy, too; the beginning and end shine particularly brightly.

Kenneth Anger Short With Mystery Psych Soundtrack

Puce Moment, from WFMU’s Beware Of The Blog.

Mad Men – Season 2, ctd. or, Mad Men is a great show

The first season of Mad Men was well-written, entertaining, engaging; the second was the same, no doubt, but with a more explicitly intellectual bent: the question of identity, alluded to in the first season, became in the second season not just a narrative device (who is Don Draper?), but the central concern – who are we all? how do we create our identities? or, alternatively, how are our identities created for us?

If the first season established the characters and their milieu, the second season – especially its second half – undid them; by the last episode, almost nothing remained of what we thought we knew – identities, seemingly stable, had been altered radically, including Sterling-Cooper’s itself. If this seems like a strange way to advance a story, I can only imagine things becoming more uncanny; we’ve only reached 1962 after all…

A potential for greatness existed from the outset – there’s almost no better place to confront the question of who we are than a Madison Avenue advertising firm at the beginning of the 60s (watch the documentary, The Century of the Self, for a potent critique of PR, advertising, the creation of desire and mass control – scary stuff) – but for the most part while watching the show I thought I was being entertained, not interrogated; which makes this is some of the cleverest TV I’ve ever watched – I actually found myself surprised at the depths the show achieved, wondering how we had arrived and where the show could possibly go next. 

I realize I’m not talking about the characters, the plot – anything materially relevant to the show itself – but I’m still getting over my initial shock at its depth. I love almost all the characters, particularly those drawn with more detail, and I hope I can write contemporaneous posts as the third season airs, and do justice to their stories.

Mad Men – Season 2, ctd.

Finished the second season today. My earlier misgivings were eased somewhat – what I took for a devolution toward soap opera may instead have been a long set up for the show’s theme – that becoming what you desire requires willful forgetting. This is most obvious where it concerns Don’s and Peggy’s storylines, but it also sheds light on Pete, Roger, Joan and Salvatore. Also, the second half of the season is just more fun – our attention is brought back to the office and its subtle politics, the arena in which most of the first season took place. It’s what I’d been missing from the first half of the season.

Another Soap Opera?

I’m halfway through Season 2 of Mad Men and I feels like it’s falling prey to Soap Opera Syndrome – Six Feet Under’s second season felt this way, too, and I never picked it up again. I’m still going to finish it – I’ve invested the time, and there are interesting ideas – but the turn toward melodrama is unexpected. Maybe it’s a shift in perspective from the men on the show to the women? I’ll think about this more – I’ve got the 3rd disc waiting…

The Who Continue With An Audience Member On The Kit

Cynical C links to When An Audience Member Had To Fill in on Drums for a Passed Out Keith Moon. It starts getting emotional about half-way through. Townsend is invigorated. When the band takes a bow, John Entwhistle congratulates the guy in what I think is a hand-painted, long-sleeved, button-up, high-collared skeleton shirt.

3.0 – The Grid

The next step.

Congratulations!

 

Congratulations to my sister-in-law, Gaby, and my new brother-in-law, Dana, on their recent marriage in Costa Rica (or, Why I Haven’t Been Writing For The Past Week – thanks, Jayson, for filling in). Congratulations also to Barack Obama for his current 10-in-a-row winning streak. Quick notes: I saw Michael Clayton recently and liked it quite a bit – a great look at law, corporate malfeasance, and the intersection of the two, it features pitch-perfect performances from George Clooney and Tilda Swinton in particular (had a nice back-and-forth about it with Dan Sallitt over at his blog); Mr. Untouchable was a solid documentary about Nicky Barnes, the man at the center of the Harlem heroin trade in the 1970s and the high-level players he betrayed – it brought to mind the excellent Cocaine Cowboys, a doc about the Miami cocaine wars that peaked a little bit later. 

Roland Topor (1938-1997)

Here’s some stuff that Roland Topor has done that you haven’t.

 

1. He was a key member of the “Panic Movement”  in 1962, a theatre group that critiqued Surrealism for being too bourgeois while still embracing its basic guidelines.  The other founding members of the group were crazy psychedelic filmmaker Alejandro Jodorowsky and crazy psychedelic playwright Fernando Arrabal.

 

2. He wrote the novella “The Tenant” which was adapted by pederast extraordinaire, Roman Polanski into one of the best horror films ever made.

 

3. He was the main animator on Fantastic Planet (La Planète Sauvage, 1973) and wrote a ton of stuff for TV and film, including “Marquis” which features an dog faced Marquis de Sade arguing with his human-faced erection.  A-may-zing.

 

5. Acted in a ton of crap.  He was Renfield in Werner Herzog’s “Nosferatu” (1979).  I know, that’s pretty fucking sweet.

 

So this is a dude to check out.  Big time.

 

 

Twitch of the Death Nerve (1971)

So this isn’t a review of the film, but more a reason to show our faithful readers (blogateers, ho!) a trailer that would/could make you download in your pants. This is a 1971 Mario Bava masterpiece more popularly known as “Bay of Blood” but released initially in the US with the title “Twitch of the Death Nerve” (which wins the award for best movie title of all time (next to “Fast and Furious : Tokyo Drift” of course)). This is the film that laid the groundwork for all of those 80s giant body count slashers we’ve come to know and… well… sometimes love, but mostly watch out of obligation.  In fact a number of kills in “Friday the 13th” were taken directly from “Death Nerve.” Suck on that. But don’t blame Bava too hard for creating a genre that kills fun teens (aka ones who like beer and doing it) and rewards nerds (aka the ones that don’t) – he didn’t know how weird America would be in the 80s.  Anyfart, here’s the trailer and I’d have to say it might be my fav based on aesthetics alone.   Oh yeah, the Italian title is “Reazione a Catena.”

Hmm…

If anyone can save Woody Allen, it’s Larry David.

The Outfit (1973)

 

Earl Macklin (Robert Duvall) is barely out of prison when his girl, Bett (Karen Black), tells him his brother’s been killed. Worse, she’s partially responsible. Worse yet, he’s next. When his would-be killer comes through the door, Macklin jumps him, ties him up and puts the proverbial screws to him. Turns out he and his brother robbed the wrong bank, and the organization whose money went missing wants payback. So begins Earl’s epic excursion against the Outfit, a crime syndicate that controls half of the country. 

Tracy Morgan Love, Part II

Rambo: To Hell And Back (2008)

Following is a take on the new Rambo by my buddy, Jayson Green, hopefully a frequent contributor:

Rambo, Or, Why I Have an Uncomfortable Ramboner

A Play In One Act

A glassy-eyed ME sits, staring into the middle-distance. YOU enter.

You: How was Rambo?

Me: I don’t think I can answer that question. I guess I can say it’s amazing, but I don’t necessarily mean that as a compliment.

You: Was it violent?

Me: They throw a newborn baby into a burning building. And what I mean when I say that is, you see someone THROW A TINY BABY INTO A FIRE! 

Congratulations!

Congratulations to the New York Giants, who won a Super Bowl for the ages with great pass defense and a resolute quarterback. Congratulations to Kristen, who made it down to the bottom of the blog and saw my favorite thing of January 2008 - she is our reader of the month! Some quick notes: I have received emails and comments concerning my review of Bachelor Party. It seems I’ll have to defend myself… My mother writes, “Do you ever see movies that are less, shall we say, noir?  I’d love to see reviews of things more along the line of My Life as a Dog, Tears of the Camel, etc.  You don’t have to put them on your blog if it makes you look less cool, but you could send them to me.” She means The Story of the Weeping Camel and, yes, it will make me ”look less cool”. 

The Story Of The Weeping Camel (2003)

 

A camel gives birth to an albino calf and ignores it totally, deep in post-partum depression. The calf nears death. The Mongols of the Gobi Desert have a cure: a violinist plays a reconciliation song for mother and child. It works: the camel learns to love its offspring. Try not to cry.

Bachelor Party (1984), Part II

 

 

Tris writes, “I really enjoyed Bachelor Party.  I was twelve at the time, and that may have had something to do with it, but still… that was my kind of movie. Its only flaw, in my opinion, was that Rodney Dangerfield was not in it. But he was there in spirit.”

-      Dangerfield would have been the cherry on the top, definitely.

Stefany writes, “I still think that Bachelor Party is some of Hanks’ finest work.”

-     Agreed.

Jeff writes, “terse stuff yano. I guess you just don’t “get” adrian zmed stick to the art fag movies from now on.”

-      I saw Grease 2 in the theaters, friend.

Listen, I like Bachelor Party as much as the next guy. Not in the sense that I’d want to watch it sober more than once every twenty years; but it’d be fun at a frat – every time someone says “hookers” or “tits”, drink, and I guarantee you’ll be wasted in half an hour. Does that make it “good”? Okay.

La Moustache (2005)

 

“What if I shaved my moustache off?” Marc (Vincent Lindon) asks his wife, Agnes (the always excellent Emmanuelle Devos). “No idea. I like you with it. I don’t know you without it.” And so immediately, willfully and with some pleasure, Marc shaves his moustache off. But instead of being surprised or dismayed, Agnes doesn’t notice at all; their friends Serge and Nadia, with whom they dine later that night, don’t notice anything unusual either. Marc doesn’t bring it up, but he’s visibly shaken; and worst of all, when he finally does confront Agnes, he’s told he never had a moustache – more than a bit upset, he thinks he’s the victim of an elaborate joke orchestrated by his wife. 

Czechedelic

WFMU has a trippy Czech movie from 1968 here.

This Sporting Life (1963)

Men collide into one another on a rugby pitch, a confusion of bodies and sounds; someone’s punched in the face, falls bloody to the ground, gets carried off – a distraction. The Hobbesian poetry of this opening scene could stand in for the entire film: full of violence, turmoil and confusion, ending in devastation. Directed by Lindsay Anderson, This Sporting Life is considered the last of the major British New Wave films; containing both an angry young man and a kitchen sink, the film was the Rank Organisation’s late entry into the field, and when it failed financially, the social realist trend in British cinema essentially died.