Up until the last five minutes: A+.
Awesome. Great vamps, very cool. Subtitling genius.
Last five minutes: F.
Totally blew the premise.
So that averages out to…a C+?
Unless you somehow figure out how to tell when the last five minutes is about to start and — quick! — RUN OUT OF THE THEATER.
Author Archives: Duff
Selected Sampler Singles – Paste #34
New (to me) Songs I’m Diggin:
“The Underdog” Spoon (not new today, but this sampler is where I first heard it)
“White Dove” John Vanderslice
“Put a Penny in the Slow” Fionn Regan (folksy, rolling guitar)
“Better People” Xavier Rudd (oh man this is so reminding me of something but I just can’t quite put my finger on it…)
“Parsons White” Phonograph
“Black Skies for the High & Mighty” Wrinkle Neck Mules (straight up country)
“Postcard from Kentucky” Rocky Votolato
“Oh Mary Don’t You Weep” Mike Farris (can I get a witness?)
“I Believe” Peter Searcy (anthemic)
“If You’re Gonna Leave” Emerson Hart (melancholy)
“Run” Renee Stahl (a little like Eliza Carthy)
Old Friends:
“Our Life Is Not a Movie or Maybe” Okkervil River
from Paste #34.
Mystery/Fiction: “In the Woods” by Tana French
It would be a big surprise to me if this novel isn’t in my Top 10 at the end of the year. LOVED IT. Really good. Sucks you right in, keeps you spellbound, and I stayed up way way way past my bedtime finishing it as I was close enough to the end I just couldn’t go to sleep without finding out what happened!
Two murder detectives, close friends, draw a chilling case with very few reliable leads. And it seems it may be related to a case from years past, of three children disappeared into the wood, two gone forever, one returned with no memory of the events. That returnee being one of the two aforementioned detectives.
Told first person from Rob (Adam)’s point of view, extremely seductive stream of consciousness. As the case becomes more and more personal, his life gets more tipsy turvy…
Everytime I picked this up, I just wanted to sit and read for hours on end. Excellent!
(p.s. When I saw this in the bookstore, I couldn’t remember where I’d heard of it. Then I realized it was in Jessica Jernigan’s “recommended” column. )
Romantic/Historical Fiction: “The Privilege of the Sword” by Ellen Kusher
Picked this up based on Marrije’s recommendation. Completely agree with her review. It’s charming and fun and has its racy moments (hello romance novel), but insightful and thoughtful and, more than anything else, it’s a story of a little girl gradually becoming in a woman, in a most unusual way. Really enjoyable, I’m definitely going to seek out more of her stuff!
Fiction: “The Rain Before It Falls” by Jonathan Coe
Really touching, slowly moving story. Told by a great-aunt, recording memories into a tape recorder, centered around pictures of relevant events. A really strong sense of time and place. A story about family and generations and what a child takes with them, even if unwillingly, from their parents. A story of cousins, become friends, and then estranged. A story of loves and jealousies and anguish and (some) joy. Really lovely.
Big Screen: Michael Clayton
I really didn’t fall for this movie as much as I thought I might after I read Jen’s reaction.
I did think George Clooney and Tom Wilkinson were great. Sydney Pollack’s character pissed me off just as much as he was supposed to. Tilda Swinton was good although I felt her “accent” slipped a few times (into frigid English bitch rather than frigid American).
But…I felt like it was an excellently acted/directed movie of something that’s been done before. So I wasn’t wowed. If you’re going to do a movie on corporate malfeasance, I think there’s a lot more to choose from these days than the same old/same old chemicals cause cancer role, and things that are more pressing/more topical (how about the government continuing to handout defense contracts to companies which were the ones already “supplying” the troops with inadequate supplies, non bullet proof “armored” cars, etc.).
Not only has the chemical angle been done before (going all the way back to Silkwood! and on through Erin Brockovich), along with the “those companies kill people who get in their way”, but also the sense of a whistle-blower (The Insider, among others).
So while I thought the performances were excellent, I didn’t think the movie really took a reach. I didn’t think it went somewhere that blew my mind, or should be award winning. (My mom called it “very competent and enjoyable.”)
But Jen loved it. So you might. And the friend that went with me came out of the theater saying “Wow, that was awesome!” (She felt this movie did some “new” spins on an old subject, say, the scenes of Tilda Swinton spreading out her clothes in the hotel rooms…)
Not so much, to me.
À la Super Eggplant, currently, I am…
Making: Still nothing. I should probably just delete this stupid category!!
Reading: Not what I expected to pick up next but have gotten sucked into “The Rain Before It Falls” by Jonathan Coe. Big fan of Coe, his writing just invites you in… Right now in the “epistolary” section where Rosamond has dictated onto tape her memories of her cousin Beatrix and herself, focused by photographs from the past…
Watching: Just caught up on Gossip Girl which I hadn’t been watching (thank you iTunes). Frivolous but fun. LonelyBoy Dan Humphrey is my new crush! (He was born the year I graduated high school! Wince!) Planning to see Michael Clayton this afternoon…before rushing home for FNL of course.
Listening: To lots of Joy Division and New Order and The Replacements and old, old U2 and the Cocteau Twins and The Smiths, among others, as recent viewing of Control has sent me back in the day. Or, as one of my friends likes to call it, I’ve been “College-ing It Out”.
Chicago Film Festival: Control
Dir: Anton Corbijn
Actrs: Mostly fairly unknowns (Sam Riley = awesome!!), with Samantha Morton as Deborah Curtis.
A biopic of Ian Curtis, lead singer of Joy Division, the remaining members of which became New Order after Curtis’ suicide. Based on the biography written by his wife, Deborah. Reading up on details in various places, sounds pretty true to events, with some scenes/dialogue obviously imagined due to lack of other people in the room.
Corbijn is protesting in interviews being known only as a “rock photographer” although I’d say the skills of a rock photographer add greatly to the filming of this story. Regardless, it’s beautifully filmed in black and white, does a good job of showing the extreme bleakness of the surrounds, where they grew up, Curtis’ mental and emotional bleakness. Pondering whether either a) the side effects of his epilepsy medication made him not take the medication thus leading to more (and more?) epileptic fits on stage or whether b) he was indeed regularly taking it leading to more and more depression, paranoia, etc. The scene where the drugs are prescribed and the extreme lack of medical knowledge at the time around epilepsy was pretty scary. (Is it better now? One has to hope so.)
If not for Curtis’ suicide, you feel like you could be watching a movie about the early Stones or the Beatles. The music business was such a different animal, even in the late 70s when JD was getting their start. You see the evolution not only of the band, but of their manager and record company.
Some of it is just maddening, particularly the events that appear to lead directly to his suicide. Basically couldn’t handle being married and a father at his young age (they got married at 17 or 18, had a kid around 22, suicide at 23), was involved in at least one extramarital affair, (although I think the movie may have trimmed out other affairs for time), but prospect of wife divorcing him over him a) being unfaithful and b) stating to her that he doesn’t love her anymore! makes him completely despondent. Yet, he’s having an affair, so… Classic case of digging one’s own hole, yet his mental state left him completely unable to handle it or face up to his own actions. Interesting to see events in his life tied to songs writtenly shortly thereafter (“She Lost Control” and “Love Will Tear Us Apart” particularly).
Great acting here. Actors playing the band play the music themselves. If you liked Ray for Jamie Foxx’s incredibly Ray-like interpretation, or Walk the Line for a similarly incredible performance by Joaquin Phoenix, you should see this. Although Sam Riley’s voice is much higher than Curtis’, the band does a more than credible job of interpreting the songs and it all feels very, very real. Thought Riley did an incredible acting job, as well as Samantha Morton playing his wife and Alexandria Maria Lara playing his other love Annick (she’s breathtakingly gorgeous).
In my own “rock history”, given that he committed suicide in 1980 when I was whatever, fucking young as shit, I knew the music of New Order much better, became a huge fan thanks to my friend Pete freshman year of college who was the first person to play New Order for me, as well as The Replacements, and so many more bands that certainly owe some musical debts to Joy Division. Even today, bands like The National, would their lead have considered a rock career without having heard similarly low-voiced Ian Curtis, one has to wonder. Curtis was a big Bowie fan early on, there are lots of other bands up and coming alongside them (the Buzzcocks, hilarious bit in the film about the name; The Sex Pistols), and watching the movie just made me need to go home and sit down in front of the stereo…
New Order site lists showings around the country. Go! Highly recommended. Might want to bring kleenex.
Fiction: “The Long Firm” by Jake Arnott
This is a re-read from 2004 as I’ve got the two follow-up books on my To Be Read shelves and wanted a refresher…
’60s mob scene in London. Swanky mobsters. Truly evocative, full of noir. Similar in setup to, say, a David Mitchell book, each section is narrated by a different character, all of whom are somewhere on the outskirts of Harry Swank’s life, a gay gangster, unusual particularly for his time, who always has a boy-toy hanger-on, is obsessed with Liza Minnelli and other cabaret style singers, and seeks legitimacy in odd ways.
Really still enjoyed it, second time around, although I found the last chapter a bit wearing, didn’t care for that narrator as much as the others.
In Concert: The Polyphonic Spree
Two-word review: Glorious Cacophony.
Three-word review: Sufjan on Speed.
Eight-word dream: Goal in Life, Become Member of Spree Choir.