Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Favorite Music of 2021

I don't have a lot of words for my music habits this year. The paradox of my 2021 in music is that I'm listening to more music than ever, but I feel like I'm increasingly disconnected from the broader culture of music. I guess this is what all those old people have been warning me about for so long. Now, as an old person myself, I'm joining the chorus: [Abe Simpson voice] It could happen to you. But in all seriousness, really great year for music. Per usual, I missed out on more rap and metal than I'd like, and also, unusually, I feel like I'm starting the fall out of touch with modern jazz in favor of experimental and ambient music. Being old is weird.

As always, feel free to share your own favorites! That's the best part of year-end list-making anyway. Hope you enjoy my picks and maybe find something enjoyable that you didn't already know about!


Favorite Albums:

1. Floating Points, Pharoah Sanders & The London Symphony Orchestra: Promises
Hasn't lost a single bit of its power since I first heard it. A masterpiece whose nuances keep unfolding with every subsequent listen.

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2. Mdou Moctar: Afrique Victime
One of my best memories of 2021 is cruising around Knoxville in my car just blasting this album—and I hate driving, so that should tell you something about the transformative power of Afrique Victime. A great guitar album, a great mind-expanding album, a great album in general. I liked it a lot in the beginning, but it's grown even more positively on me since.

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3. Annie Hart: Everything Pale Blue
Remains a beautiful warm blanket of an album that I love to wrap myself in.

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4. Blue Lick: Hold On, Hold Fast
Otherwise known as plan-period-core. Listened to this untold times as I assembled Romeo and Juliet lessons. The wittiest spoken word with the coolest instrumentals.

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5. SPELLLING: The Turning Wheel
A sprawling everything-and-the-kitchen-sink epic, evoking everything from indie pop to freak folk to prog to synth rock to glitch to X-Files theme music to baroque to goth to ambient... etc. It's transfixing and utterly unpredictable, particularly the brooding, subterranean second half of this double album. This is all bolstered by the surreal flights of fantasy that the lyrics take. A carnival funhouse of an album, only if that funhouse was also a cosmic rumination on life in the context of a grand, unknowable universe. I'm going for the big adjectives because otherwise, this album is pretty singular and hard to describe. More "indie" music like this, please.


6. Olivia Block: Innocent Passage in the Territorial Sea
On her Bandcamp page, Block describes the premise of this album as imagining the pandemic as a sci-fi movie, with the album being the score for that movie. She also says she was on mushrooms a lot in composing the record. That all makes sense to me. This is an album whose sweeping synth and mellotron landscapes feel cinematic in scope, while also being punctuated by strange, even psychedelic flourishes. It's gorgeous and mysterious and everything I like out of modern experimental music.




7. NYX & Gazelle Twin: Deep England
This is apparently a reinterpretation of a 2018 Gazelle Twin album called Pastoral, which I'm not familiar with. But apparently it's the same sort of thing: using a fusion of electronic music and English folk music to evoke a pre-Christian England that comments on the English national identity and specifically the kind of reactionary nationalism that has motivated Brexit and that sort of thing. It's a very cool, very witchy record. This album first came on my radar because of its ominous cover of the already ominous "Fire Leap" from the movie The Wicker Man, itself a commentary on England's modern identity in relation to its past. I'm not sure if "folk horror" can exist as a musical genre in addition to a film genre, but if so, Deep England is it.

8. William Maranci: Meat Mountain
I've always thought of William Maranci as a fun, funny, but ultimately kind of disposable mashup artist, nowhere near the ecstatic heights of Neil Cicierega; Maranci is much more willing to play to the cheap seats to get an easy laugh (see "Bohemian Wapsody" later in this post). There's nothing wrong with that; Maranci works hard to commit to every bit he cooks up, and the results are often amusing. That style just isn't usually sustainable over an album length. Until now, I guess. Meat Mountain feels like a major level up for Maranci, often approaching something closer to plunderphonics than straightforward sound-clownery. It's kind of majestic.


9. Xiu Xiu: OH NO
It's nowhere near as weird as 2019's Girl with Basket of Fruit, but what is? Instead, OH NO is a kind of collaborative celebration, though as usual; it may sound weird to describe a Xiu Xiu record as celebratory, and the music itself retains the band's vaguely unsettling, open-wound sound. But the production of the album is so full of guests that it feels warm and communal all the same. Each song is a duet, and the artists brought for those duets on form a veritable Who's Who of modern left-of-center indie (Sharon Van Etten, Twin Shadow, Liars, Chelsea Wolfe, etc.). Taken as a whole, the project and its host of voices become a tribute to the power of human connection. OH NO, am I talking about collective action again?

10. Squid: Bright Green Field
Rock music had it's most exciting year in recent memory with a wave of ambitious bands coming out of the UK, including Black Midi and Black Country, New Road. Squid was the one of those groups whose release I got into most (I feel like if I'd spent more time with the Black Midi album, it would be in this spot, though). Like a lot of the others, it's a post-punk album with an experimental edge—in this case, you've got some Talking-Heads-ish guitar work stretched into fascinating contortions as songs extend into 6, 7, or 8 minute epics under the sway of the hypnotically repetitive yelps of vocalist Ollie Judge. The strange, often abrasive edges of this record aren't for everyone, but I sure enjoyed it.


Great 2021 Songs Not On These Albums:

Adele: "To Be Loved"—I still need to spend more time (read: any time) with the new Adele album, but this one song has really wormed its way into my head. Probably Adele's most impressive vocal performance in her career in terms of how dynamic it is, as well as some of the most moving songwriting of her career, too. Her album has made some waves for being more sonically adventurous than her previous work, and in some ways, "To Be Loved" is pure convention: a weepy, classicist piano ballad about love. But this track also feels daring and comparatively experimental in terms of just how much it commits to its slow emotional crescendo—it is the *most* Adele song, and the fact that it's so saturated on the pure concept of delivering that, it feels paradoxically like something new.

Fleet Foxes: "Sunblind (Solstice Version)"—This was my favorite song off of last year's Fleet Foxes album, so of course it's the standout on the Fleet Foxes live album that came out late this year. The song feels cathartic even with just Pecknold and his guitar alone in a church.

Dylan Henner: "2nd Movement"—I'm really just putting it on here because it introduced me to Su Tissue's 1984 album Salon de Musique, which is a great, extremely hard-to-find record of minimalism. Henner basically recreates this piece from that album whole-cloth because, in the words of the liner notes of the album this came from, "Su’s work is too rare to warrant changing." Agreed.

illuminati hotties: "MMMOOOAAAAAYAYA"—A weird thing keeps happening where illuminati hotties songs sneak onto my year-end lists, despite me not listening to much illuminati hotties stuff otherwise. The full record didn't grab me, but I was addicted to this unhinged lead single. Channeling big Kim Gordon energy.

Eiko Ishibashi: "contentless dream"I reviewed this as an album, but I'm counting it as a "song" here. Whatever. It's my blog. This track is still mesmerizing.

Lil Nas X: "MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name)"—Really, I'm just happy he's still having a good time with musical success and trolling the haters along the way. Good song, too.

Machine Listener: "Mineral Wells"—A subtle current in my 2021 listening was me discovering that I love analog synths now. In light of that, this track is 9 minutes of bliss: a cross between '90s trance and '70s kosmische musik that I just couldn't get enough of.

William Maranci: "Bohemian Wapsody"—Did you ever wonder what "WAP" would sound like if it were "Bohemian Rhapsody"? Me neither, but here's this. Puerile; also incredibly clever (like "WAP" itself).

Megan Thee Stallion: "Thot Shit"—Megan Thee Stallion takes a well-deserved victory lap of a year, the peak of which was this track, an exuberant declaration of absolute sovereignty over the hip-hop world. She's right; nobody on her tier of pop-rap even tries to match her serpentine rhymes and unstoppable flows—and why would you when you would face such withering contempt from her majesty at even having attempted to touch the untouchable? In some ways, she's the last bastion of genuine word-smithery in radio rap in an environment increasingly reliant on producers and vibes over lyrics, but in other ways, one gets the impression that she simply murdered all the other contenders by sheer force of personality.

Radiohead: "Follow Me Around"—Most of the previously unheard material from the new Kid A / Amnesiac reissue (Kid A Mnesia, natch) feels like the product of shuffling through the bottom of the near-empty bin leftover from the legendary recording sessions that birthed Radiohead's two early-millennium masterpieces: incomplete scraps of ideas, instrumental stems, unused production experiments, etc. The collection is mixed together in a pretty cool way that makes a good case for this archival material being released, but it didn't yield many actual songs. One of the few exceptions is "Follow Me Around," a for-real song previously only heard live. The studio version is a slinky little folk song, just Thom Yorke and an acoustic guitar. It's a rare treat to hear Radiohead in this form, and as a Radiohead fanatic (I think I'm probably fooling myself to call myself anything else at this point), I lapped it up.

Olivia Rodrigo: "good 4 u"—Seems like everyone found something to like about Olivia Rodrigo this year. This song reminds me of Paramore (it apparently reminds Rodrigo's team of Paramore, too), a band I was never heavily into but nonetheless have a certain nostalgia for. So I listened to this one a lot. I guess that's the level of sophistication on which I'm engaging with pop these days.

SAULT: "Bitter Streets"—I don't know much about SAULT, but their album 'NINE' was pretty cool this year. That album has a lot of modes, but this—hooky, groovily produced neo-soul—is my favorite from the record.

Sufjan Stevens & Angelo De Augustine: "Reach Out"—This is kind of a placeholder from the album it's from (A Beginner's Mind), which just barely didn't make the cut for my album top 10. This is just my favorite tune from the record. Allegedly inspired by Wings of Desire (still need to see that movie), but even having not seen the film, it's still profound. Too many great lyrics to quote them all, but "I come from conscience where there is no conjugation" might be my favorite single line of the year, from any song.

Taylor Swift: "All Too Well (10 Minute Version)"—Weird to think that I'm now enough of a Taylor Swift fan to be pandered to, but boy golly, did I love this pandering as much as every other slobbering fan who lapped up this long-mythologized, heretofore unheard "original" version of Taylor Swift's best song. Messier and meaner than the original, and you have to wonder if Jake Gyllenhaal deserves some sympathy for having millions of Swifties descend upon him for being a bad boyfriend in a relationship that lasted a couple of months a decade ago. But this song rocks. Best new line: "I was never good at telling jokes, but the punch line goes, 'I'll get older, but your lovers stay my age.'" Dead.

Tindersticks: "Man Alone (Can't Stop the Fadin')"—I dunno what this song is about (isolation? fading?), but it sure feels paranoid and jittery. Its 11 minutes are a journey through some really ominous loops and repetitions and what feels like found sounds. I haven't paid attention to Tindersticks since their '90s stuff, and this is certainly a cool change of pace from the exquisite, baroque compositions the band produced then.

Jessie Ware: "Please (12" Extended Mix)"—An unstoppable disco bop. What else is there to say?

Wet Leg: "Chaise Longue"—Wet Leg has only released four songs as of right now, and all of them have been bangers to one degree or another. But this, their first, is the bangest, for sure. It kinda feels like Wet Leg's litany of sonic and cultural '90s-indie references are a bit to calibrated to my tastes to trust, but if the music is this good, who am I to complain?

Sunday, December 26, 2021

No Reviews Today--But Here's an Older Post!

Because of my travels for the Christmas holiday, I won't be able to put together a reviews post for today. But if you've just got to have some writing by me, here's a link to a post about Christmas movies I wrote a few years ago. If I may, I think it's one of the best things I've written for this blog. Enjoy!

Sunday, December 19, 2021

Mini Reviews for December 13 - 19, 2021

School's out.

Movies

West Side Story (2021)
It's abundantly clear the enthusiasm that Steven Spielberg has for movie musicals, and the whole film is just packed with stunning technical flourishes and choreography in a way that completely eclipses any other attempt to revive the American movie musical in recent memory—like, for once, a modern American musical whose editing doesn't slice it to bits. In terms of sheer spectacle, this is the best Spielberg has been in 10-15 years, and in terms of just this year, this is arguably 2021's most beautiful mainstream release. Giving a major musical to a technical classicist with a penchant for sentimental sweep? Predictably great. I hope Spielberg has a chance to make more musicals (doubtful, given this movie's box office performance—what is wrong with you people??), because I've never been a huge fan of West Side Story, and I'd love to see his talents on a show I actually love. But that said, this is probably the best possible version of the show without major revisions.  The central problem that any West Side Story has to deal with is that Tony and Maria are vapid saps—an issue it shares with its Shakespearean source material, it bears mentioning, though Shakespeare seems more aware of the basic emptiness of the romance's impulsive gestures than most West Side Story tellings do. It's an incredibly tall order to write a romance so transparently foolish but also imbued with such powerful pathos that we root for it nonetheless. The traditional West Side Story take on this helps by making the romance a proxy for not just the immediate context of the midcentury NYC slums but also the American Dream itself (foolish, empty, but imbued with irresistible pathos, you say?), so automatically this new version of West Side Story makes the romance just a little more credible by leaning full-bore into the social themes of the play, under the logic that the more we care about the broader sociological import of the setting, the more we care about the romance. Under Tony Kushner's screenplay, this is now a movie explicitly about the forces of white supremacy and bourgeois capitalism conspiring to pit an assimilated European-immigrant underclass against a not-yet-assimilated Puerto-Rican underclass—the movie opens with the announcement that one of Robert Moses's urban renewal projects will demolish the tense slums that encompass the Sharks' and Jets' territory, with the white cops seeding white supremacist conspiracy theories among the Jets to divert their energy against a racial other rather than unite in solidarity with the Puerto Ricans protesting against the forced evictions. I know some people roll their eyes at the way this framing turns an existing subtext in previous versions into explicit text in the movie, but I think it works great, giving the film a sense of urgency and purpose that gives new life to a lot of the play's looser moments. Plus, I do think that such a backdrop does give the Maria/Tony romance a sense of sweeping myth that goes a long way toward helping me feel something about this pair of dopes, though admittedly this thematic approach still struggles when it comes to having to deal with the couple not just as an abstract but also as a pair of psychologically realized individuals—Rachel Zegler is astonishing as Maria and pulls Maria into a compelling character by sheer force of her performance, but the movie still hasn't figured out what to do with Tony, despite revising his character quite a bit (people are going to blame Ansel Elgort, and while he's certainly not an actor skilled enough to conjure an interesting Tony out of thin air, he's also given the much more challenging character to do that with); plus, even as good as Zegler is, even she can't sell the single most incredulous turn in the Romeo and Juliet story, i.e. instantly forgiving Tony for killing her brother. As long as these issues remain, I'm going to have to qualify my relationship with West Side Story, but golly, if this version doesn't come the closest I've seen to fixing them. And enough about Tony and Maria—the rest of the movie is top-to-bottom fantastic, filled with terrific performances (Mike Faist as Riff is especially terrific, as is Rita Moreno as Valentina), which absolutely thrive under the political dimensions of the film and the ways they recontextualize and remixe the songs, choreography, and emotional nuances of the characters. Everything and everyone is just so alive and vibrant and interesting. I loved it. Grade: A-

Benedetta (2021)
There's been a lot of talk about how this is a sexy exploitation film about lesbian nuns, and it's not not that. But I'm surprised I haven't seen more discussion about how in addition to that, there's a pretty robust interrogation of church power hierarchies and how they intersect some traditional Christian beliefs about our bodies. Near the beginning of the movie, our protagonist, upon entering a convent, is told that her body is her "enemy," and I'd say that's probably a fair (if a bit provocative) summary of a pretty pronounced strain of anti-sensual tradition within Christianity. I heard it a lot growing up: nobody told me that my body was my enemy, but people did say that the "flesh" is weak, causes you to sin, will rot away before you assume your heavenly form. Nobody was literally self-flagellating, as they do in this movie, either, but it was clear that our bodies' physicality was a barrier in our relationship to God. But then here comes this movie's Benedetta, a wild, maybe serious, maybe charlatan prophetess declaring that the act of physical love is what reveals God to her, and even today such a declaration within some Christian circles wouldn't be any less shocking than it is in the film's version of Renaissance Italy. The Bible never really clarifies what it means that humankind is made "in God's image," but it seems presumptuous to assume that our physical bodies are somehow cordoned off from that imago dei—so what surer way to be closer to God than to be physically intimate with another made in God's image? I mean, sexy nuns are sexy nuns, but what this movie presupposes is... what if that's sacred? Grade: A-

Summer of Soul (...or, When the Revolution Could Not Be Televised) (2021)
No sense wishing for the movie we didn't get, I suppose, but I really wish this had been more of a concert doc, as the talking head segments range from genuinely moving to VH1-style "let's see what this random celebrity has to say about this" (Chris Rock and Lin-Manuel Miranda both show up, for reasons I'm unsure). That said, what we do get of the concert footage is breathtaking, and I'm glad this exists. Grade: B

 

 

 

The Night House (2020)
Some great atmosphere and scares, anchored by a typically terrific Rebecca Hall who absolutely refuses to sand the sharp edges off her character, which is great. The movie gets a little hokey in execution by the end, but I thought that ultimately it was in service of some fairly serious emotions regarding self-harm and depression—and like, yeah, the "reflexively hates Elevated Horror" crowd probably checked out the moment depression shows up as a metaphor, but there's something about the way in which the movie's central metaphors manifest the dark thoughts and listlessness of grief and depression that I connected with, as silly as this is by the conclusion. And unlike a lot of the "Elevated Horror" people hate, this movie is more than just creepy vibes and metaphors—lots of just plain humanity here. Grade: B+

The Lovers on the Bridge (Les amants du Pont-Neuf) (1991)
Very lovely, very French. It peaks early with the ecstatic falling-in-love-with-fireworks sequence, which has got to be one of the greatest "falling in love" sequences in movie history—Romeo and Juliet/West Side Story adaptations, where is this energy for Act 1, Scene 5?? The movie is, by design, a lot less exciting after that, as both we viewers and the characters we're watching come down from the high and reckon with the toxic realities that the early ecstasy was situated within. But problematizing the relationship has the strange effect of making those initial scenes even sweeter, as if the movie is developing a wistful nostalgia for itself as it goes. So by the time we get to the possibly misguided reunion in the film's ending, it reads as a validation of that sense of nostalgia—a weird, complex little coup of sentiment over reason that I dug a lot. Grade: A-

Nightmare Alley (1947)
A grimy noir with some absolutely despicable character turns: carnival barker turned con main extraordinaire—so, you know, the Good Stuff. It's hard to imagine what the Guillermo Del Toro remake could add to this, since as is, this movie feels pretty untouchable. Its ending is a little corny, though I can't imagine Del Toro jettisoning that. Grade: A-

 

 

 

 

Television

Joe Pera Talks With You, Season 3 (2021)
It's not quite the profound masterwork that was Season 2, and the show has abandoned all but the faintest pretense of the casually philosophical essay structure of its first season. It feels rude to call something this charming and poignant "a step down," but it's at least less ambitious. This season is focused on some of the more marginal aspects of the show's world—in some senses, Joe Pera himself allows himself to step to the side to focus a lot more on the secondary characters: Gene, the Melskys, Sarah, that random kid from Antarctica who appeared in the final minutes of S2. It's still incredibly thoughtful and sweet, with Pera's trademark left-turn insights. But it's decidedly lower key than the already low-key previous seasons. Still good, though. Still television's best-kept secret. Grade: B+

Sunday, December 12, 2021

Mini Reviews for December 6 - 12, 2021

In addition to this stuff, I also rewatched The Prince of Egypt and chatted about it on this podcast, if you're interested!

Movies

Pig (2021)
A very sweet, low-key revenge thriller (what a combo of adjectives, huh?) about a man who just really loves his truffle-hunting pig, but what's haunting me about the movie is the mid-film scene inside a trendy Portland restaurant in which retired, off-the-grid ex-chef Nicolas Cage interrogates one of his former employees, who is now the chef at said restaurant, about abandoning his culinary ambitions in order to cave to the tastes of vapid gentrifiers. The rest of the movie is good, but that one scene in particular cuts deep. Grade: B+

 

 

The Power of the Dog (2021)
It's not as oblique and mysterious as Jane Campion's best (e.g. The Piano), but it's every bit as feral an interrogation of power and human sexuality. Besides, it's best not to look a gift horse in the mouth, because it might cause us to lose sight of the celebratory fact that at long last we have a new Jane Campion movie! And a really excellent one, too—a tensely written psycho-sexual western sturdily supported by a terrific batch of performances, none greater than Benedict Cumberbatch's seething, animalistic turn as a brooding bully turned sociopathic by his desperate clawing at the mustiest of masculine tropes for protection. I am hit-and-miss on Cumberbatch, so I'm extremely impressed here. He's so good that his character is still manacing even after calling a piano a "pinano" the whole movie. I wonder what it would have been like if this character had shown up in The Piano. Grade: A-

The Apostle (1997)
A great Robert Duvall performance (and several great supporting performances) in search of a great movie. But if the movie it found isn't great by any stretch of the imagination (it's meandering and overlong to a significant fault), it's at least a fascinating one for me nonetheless. The Baptist-inflected evangelicalism of suburban comfort that I grew up with is a far cry to the charismatic revival style of Christianity depicted here, so I don't know if I'm any less of an outsider viewing this as your garden-variety nonbeliever, but it's often riveting to see a completely unvarnished depiction of rural Pentecostalism, free from judgement or condescension. I grew up fairly skeptical of charismatic Christianity, both because of theological prejudices picked up from the churches I attended (and, it must be said, prejudices grounded in my own whiteness, since as this movie shows, charismatic traditions tend to be much more multi-racial than the white enclaves of the less spirit-filled evangelical traditions) and also because the most visible examples I had of these strains of Christianity were of megachurch pastors on TV who obviously were peddling something. But this movie does a pretty good job of showing just what is so meaningful about this sort of tradition, while also not sugar-coating the reality of it or trying to assimilate it to more mainstream tastes—I would say it's a "warts and all" depiction, but the movie seems completely uninterested in leveraging any judgement here that might identify warts at all, including of the iffy atonement theory and afterlife obsession that the churches in the film share with my own upbringing. It's not at all the approach I would have had given the subject matter, but I respect the commitment to the ethos. I wish the narrative of this movie had more going for it. The transformation Duvall's character goes through from ousted pastor to "apostle" is theoretically interesting, but the movie is just so episodic that it's hard to get into it as an arc; meanwhile, the movie seems a lot more impressed with the implications of the character's maniacal possibilities (the film's inciting incident is him more or less killing a man) juxtaposed with his ecstatic piety than feels earned; it kind of just presents these warring impulses in Duvall's character without comment, with little development or interplay (he more or less leaves behind his violent tendencies the moment he's re-baptized, except for the scene in which he beats up a racist dude), which leaves the irony of his character and the catharsis of his redemption arc as more of a conceptual dare than anything truly felt. Which is a shame. The concepts of forgiveness and redemption are some of the thorniest and least-convenient and frankly offensive in Christianity, ones that enrich the faith as much as they scandalize it, and this movie treats them with the same sociological neutrality as it does every other bit of faith here. Duvall's performance is clearly up to the task of that complexity, too, and any life his character has is entirely from the way that he plays the central figure as someone whose fanatical proselytizing and seething fury are drawn from the same ambiguous energy. But without more in the text itself (text which Duvall himself wrote!), that tremendous performance is left twisting in the wind. Too bad, because even with its shortcomings, this movie feels important, at least on a ecumenical level; 1997 is probably the latest moment when this story could be told without being forced into a period setting, and even in '97, it was clear that the totalizing force of the Hillsongs and the Purpose-Driven Churches and that whole white-middle-class homogeneous evangelical mainstream machine were sucking these kinds of regional faith traditions dry, in a mirror to the free trade and globalization at the same time destroying the economies of the communities in which these traditions lived—hell, Steven Curtis Chapman even makes an appearance on the soundtrack, an acknowledgement of the inevitable terminus of this Christian moment. But this movie just feels dry outside of its obviously valuable depiction of a particular milieu. I desperately wish it weren't the case. Grade: B

Repo Man (1984)
An utterly deranged movie. Starts unassumingly enough (punk sells out, starts repossessing cars) only to then stack bizarre detail upon bizarre detail until the sheer accumulation of it all turns it into something that's primal and intuitive while also being heady and complex. Or maybe it's just convoluted and this doesn't really add up to anything, and if that's the case, it only helps the movie's jaded cause of depicting the world as corrupt systems run by jerks on top of corrupt systems run by even bigger jerks... on top of aliens? I dunno. A wild time. Grade: A-

 

 

Television

King of the Hill, Season 5 (2000-2001)
I don't know how much there is to say about this show five seasons in. Bobby remains great, as are the episodes that focus on his adolescent trials, the episodes that unironically present Hank's worldview as noble are still pretty eye-roll-y, as are the episodes where the show tries to Say Something, but overall the show remains pretty consistently gently funny with the occasional hilarious gag/episode. At this point, the show seems like it was getting some clout, as it features some notable celebrity guest stars (Brendan Fraser, Snoop Dogg, Paul Giamatti) as well as some Texas royalty in the form of former Texas governor Ann Richards (a limp-wristed George W. Bush also makes an appearance as a character, though the read Dub apparently declined an invite to dub his own voice work); as with its Fox lineup mate The Simpsons, these guests tend to be hit-and-miss in terms of how well they fit into the universe of the series (the governor especially feels inorganic—not the least because she's not a great voice actor). But even so, these don't feel like seismic shifts for the series. It's basically what you'd expect from the series at its height, which is mostly a good thing in my book. Grade: B

 

Music

Sufjan Stevens & Angelo De Augustine - A Beginner's Mind (2021)
Sufjan Stevens and some dude named Angelo make a single-songwriter record inspired by a bunch of different movies, so obviously this is very specifically catered to my tastes. This is going to appeal to people who like Sufjan's earlier folk work like Seven Swans, and while I do wish this were a little more aesthetically ambitious, there's no denying the songcraft here. A few feel a little shoehorned into the broader film concept, but the range of influences is impressive (Hellraiser III?), and most of the songs here are extremely solid, clever, even emotionally resonant at times, no more so than in the opener, "Reach Out," easily my favorite track here (inspired by Wings of Desire, which I haven't seen). Grade: B+

Sunday, December 5, 2021

Mini Reviews for November 29 - December 5, 2021

For anyone who missed me posting this on social media, here's the really long essay I wrote on 2014's Noah movie that was published this week! I was also on the Cinematary podcast talking about the same movie! Great week for my Noah obsession.

Movies

Encanto (2021)
The animation is fun and colorful, and it contains some of the nicest-designed characters in recent Disney animation—especially the protagonist, Mirabel, who, with her perpetually wobbling eyeglasses, comes as close to approximating the language and ethos of a traditionally hand-drawn cartoon character as any character I can think of in one of these Disney CG features (which of course just raises the obvious question of "then why didn't they just make it a hand-drawn feature to begin with?", though I guess I should just resign myself to losing that battle). So it's not like this is a "bad" movie. But good lord, the writing. There are all sorts of problems with the screenplay, from the fact that nobody but the protagonist has any indication of an internal life until the plot necessitates it to the way that the movie stresses a "you're important because you're you, not because of your abilities" message while at the same time reducing about 75% of its cast to their magical abilities. But probably the single most dysfunctional part of the film is the extreme dissonance between the film's exposition, which depicts a family so toxic that it ostracizes our protagonist for what seems like probably a decade and compels her uncle to go into hiding for the same period of time, and the film's resolution, which acknowledges that toxicity while also presenting its solution as essentially "hug it out." I can't decide if the writers have underestimated just how awful the beginning of the film makes the family look or if they've overestimated the heavy-lifting ability of the ending's symbolism to account for the beginning, but regardless, there's been a major miscalculation somewhere, and the result is a movie that feels at first daringly mean before revealing itself to be disappointingly empty. I ask the people of Walt Disney Animation Studios: is it so hard to find a functional screenplay? This has been a perennial problem since basically the Walt years, but it's felt especially urgent in the past 10-ish years, now that Disney films are intent on being "about" something. I'm begging you: write better. Grade: B-

Real Life (1979)
Utterly scathing satire of the way that film/TV production destroys souls on either side of the camera. The whole thing is amazing, but Albert Brooks in particular is just astounding. Incredibly audacious, especially for a feature debut, to write such an unflattering role for yourself and have that be the point—perhaps the only thing more audacious is having this movie exist and then the first major reality television program of note be named what is essentially a synonym of this movie's title. Maybe I just run in the wrong circles, but why don't people talk about this movie more? Grade: A

 

Phantom of the Paradise (1974)
Literally felt like I was losing my mind watching this. Sometimes the relentless Too-Muchness of the movie is numbing, but it's also kind of incredible, too. Where did this Brian De Palma go? Because this is like no other Brian De Palma movie I've ever seen. The "Psycho shower scene but the knife is a plunger instead of a knife" has got to be the best De Palma Hitchcock homage, right? Grade: B+

 

 

 

The Abominable Dr. Phibes (1971)
A Vincent Price who uses a turn table to speak kills people in ways inspired by the ten plagues from the Exodus story. It's like the funny, colorful version of Seven, only if that movie had bumbling British cops clicking their tongues every time they came across a victim, like, "Blasted shame the locusts ate that bloke's face off. Blasted shame." Big fun. Grade: A-

 

 

 

Music

Blue Lick - Hold On, Hold Fast (2021)
It's a pretty unassuming release: spoken-word lyrics (by Havadine Stone) droning over an experimental soundscape (by Ben Baker Billington). Apparently Stone did the spoken-word all in one 30-minute take and then sent it to Billington, who creates the sounds to match on a custom modular synthesizer, so even the process of making this itself is unassuming. But I've probably listened to this album more than any other 2021 release; I've been putting it on during my planning block at school almost daily, and it's just the best vibe for that: comfortable sonic textures for when I'm working, with plenty to pay attention to when I want my mind to wander from lesson plans and grades. The scratches and gurgles of Billington's soundscape are great to get lost in, and Stone's lyrics are surreal, dryly hilarious, and occasionally profound (sometimes all three at the same time: there's a whole aside about how the air that keeps us alive was once in someone's bleached asshole, which is as contemporary an update of the "water is dinosaur pee" as I can imagine). Anyway, I imagine this is most definitely not for everyone, but I think it's really cool. Grade: A-

Sunday, November 28, 2021

Mini Reviews for November 15 - 28, 2021

I'm back, baby! One day late, admittedly. Life's busy these days.

Movies

Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday (1993)
Mostly trash. Tries to shake up the incredibly stale formula of the series and ends up with something even worse and more generic. I do appreciate the (comparatively to the previous couple movies in the series) goofy characters, but the charm wears off fast. Once you're about thirty minutes in, it becomes clear that this movie doesn't know at all what to do, and so it just starts making up this bizarrely convoluted mythology that the series never needed (though it does finally explain how Jason is alive in Pt. 2 after being dead in the first movie, if that was the discontinuity in this series keeping you up at night). Anyway, full disclosure, I basically checked out of this movie about halfway through and started watching a video of some dude speedrunning Dark Souls in under an hour, which I guarantee was a video that took more skill to make than anything in Jason Goes to Hell. THE NEXT MOVIE IS THE SPACE ONE, THOUGH. I'M ALMOST THERE. Grade: C-

Impolex (2009)
Nobody's going to mistake this for a movie not inspired by Gravity's Rainbow: a dude named "Tyrone S." is wandering around looking for a bomb, and there's an octopus and stuff. But it's more like pieces of the book thrown into a blender with mumblecore tropes, which is already a lot more interesting than a lot of mumblecore movies by virtue of having something going on besides disaffected twentysomethings just shooting the breeze, and there is a kind of logic in distilling the spirit of Pynchon's digressive sprawl into the rambling, improvised dialogue of, like, a Joe Swanberg movie. It really snaps into focus at the end as mumblecore as seen through a Pynchon-shaped lens rather than the other way around, which squares with the scene Alex Ross Perry came out of. That said, it would be interesting to see a fully matured ARP with a modern ARP budget taking another stab at Pynchon, given that the writerly and filmmakerly tics he ended up developing into his signature style would lend themselves to some interesting results when given Pynchon material—both Tom and Alex have a penchant for cramming as much information as possible into every moment of their work, and it would be fun to see those things bounce off one another. As for the Impolex we actually got, it's basically a really talented amateur film that is way more "hmm, this is theoretically interesting" than "hmm, this is actually pretty good," unfortunately. I was ready for ARP to take me on a journey here. Grade: C

La Commune (Paris, 1871) (2000)
I've been chewing on this movie for over a week before writing this review. Which makes me wish I had something more profound to say about it after all this time, given that I found the movie pretty profound. But I dunno, bursting at the seams even as it clocks in at six hours, the movie kind of speaks for itself. A breathtaking, comprehensive re-enactment of the Paris Commune, with the meta gloss of having the whole thing being told via pastiche of various forms of news media, which makes the film as much about how we talk about radical politics as it is about radical politics itself. Really, really worth the watch if you're at all interested in those things, or are just interested in learning about one of the most unsung pivotal moments in Western Europe. People are always like, "Michael, you gotta watch this limited series, it's only like seven episodes!" and while I don't have anything against TV series (or especially limited series/miniseries), and I usually justify not watching more TV because "I don't have time." But somehow, I parceled out this movie's six hours into episode-length snippets over a few days and completely knocked it out without any struggles with my schedule, so I guess I'm just a liar. But I found this thrilling. Grade: A

Lord of the Flies (1990)
Clearly made by people who either didn't understand or didn't care enough about the political parable of the original novel to know what particulars of the book were important to keep vs. throw away in the adaptation process. Which would be fine except that the movie is still too attached to the big particulars of the book to allow it to be just an engaging survival thriller outside of the portent of the book. As a result, it's fundamentally boring, though the score is okay and there is some good nature photography. Grade: C-

 

 

American Revolution 2 (1969)
An often chaotic, hard-to-follow document of Chicago leftist organizing following the '68 DNC, but it's ultimately all the more exciting for it as the bones of what would become the "Rainbow Coalition" arises from the disorder by the film's conclusion. I'm ultimately happy that I watched this after its chronological follow-up (the vital, monstrously depressing The Murder of Fred Hampton, the titular action of which happening just a few months after the release of American Revolution 2), since viewing this last ends it on an ellipsis that gives the illusion that that beautiful, tragically short moment in American leftism could last forever. An exquisite vision of what could have been. Grade: A-

The Haunted Palace (1963)
Most of these Corman/Poe adaptations are fundamentally good because at the very least they feature one great Vincent Price performance. The Haunted Palace is a step above the rest in this respect because it features two great Vincent Price performances. The rest of the movie is kind of unremarkable, other than the fact that it's apparently a Lovecraft adaptation, despite billing itself as a Poe adaptation, which is hilarious to me. But with two Vincent Price performances, the scales balance out to a net positive. Grade: B

 

 

House of Usher (1960)
For once, a more or less faithful adaptation of a Poe story from Corman, and it makes sense: "The Fall of the House of Usher" is one of Poe's most visually rich works, conjuring some of the most exquisite gothic imagery in the history of English letters, so you would be a fool to diverge too much from that when adapting that to the cinema. Corman's no fool, and he's also no slouch—the story's iconic setting is evoked magnificently, and everything here just feels so terrifically spooky and portentous, weighted with a palpable sense of history and eons of time. A lot of these Poe/Corman adaptations have a kind of low-budget charm to them, where you can see the seams and that makes it all the more captivating that they're as competently done as they are, but House of Usher is different; it feels like the genuine object, immersive in ways that the "really good community theater" vibe of the other films could only dream of being. Part of this is obviously pretense; it's only 80 minutes long, but its first four minutes are occupied by one of those "Overture" screens that you might see in Ben-Hur or some other classic Hollywood epic. But the fact that that feeling of watching something epic and arch doesn't disappear with the overture is a testament to how honestly the rest of the movie comes by that effect. This is just top-to-bottom great. Of course, an all-time-great Vincent Price performance doesn't hurt—but that already goes without saying in any of these Poe adaptations, right? Grade: A

Sunday, November 21, 2021

Sorry!

Well, it's finally happened: I haven't watched enough movies/TV shows or read enough books this week to make a blog post. So sorry everyone! See you next week! As penance, here's a podcast I was on this week on the all-time banger, Dr. Strangelove!

Sunday, November 14, 2021

Mini Reviews for November 8 - 14, 2021

Already hate this time change. Give me back my evening light!

Movies

The French Dispatch (2021)
There was no way I was ever going to be able to resist this. Wes Anderson at his most visually hermetic, romanticizing the glory days of print periodicals by basically adapting fictitious New Yorker features into poignant, incredibly dense vignettes? I'm tempted to rate it even higher, because I was absolutely transported. But I'm hedging my bets until a rewatch, when the shine sometimes comes off Wes Anderson films for me. As for now, though, I thought this was stunning and put me in a great mood all evening, even after a somewhat bad day at work. Also, Alexandre Desplat's score is great, especially the piece that recurs throughout the final vignette—there's a moment in that vignette when a character picks up a guitar and idly strums it in a way that syncs up to the piece, and it made everything in my brain shudder with satisfaction. Grade: A-

Sleepaway Camp (1983)
I feel like it's not too controversial to say that this is extraordinarily regressive and transphobic while also noting that it taps into something a lot more powerful than those things. Most slasher movies have casually cruel teenagers, but this one takes that cruelty so seriously that it's hard to dismiss, even when it goes into full-on Fox-News-Covering-a-Bathroom-Bill territory at the end. I wouldn't blame anyone for hating this movie, but I get the love, for sure. Grade: B

 

 

 

The Masque of Red Death (1964)
Very cool stuff. Really cranks up the upper-class squalor of the short story by making the rich dude at the center of this a literal devotee of Satan (which I think is a fair characterization of all ultra-wealthy folks, but it's nice to hear one say it out loud) and on top of that being an enormous abusive cad. Probably the first Vincent Price performance I can remember where I genuinely loathed the character he played instead of being caught up in the magnificent camp of the performance, which goes to show how much range Price had beyond mere camp. Also, the colors are super cool, which I'm beginning to realize must be a thing with these Corman/Poe adaptations. Grade: A-

 

The Pit and the Pendulum (1961)
Very cool sets and colors, very very cool Vincent Price performance (is there any other kind?), drippy protagonist, only barely perfunctory plot, which is premised on a kind of dopey premise of "What if we did 'Fall of the House of Usher,' but scotch-taped 'The Pit and the Pendulum' to the end?" But still, Vincent Price and the visuals! Lots of fun. I wish I'd have gotten this Corman/Poe set from the library at the beginning of October, instead of that Friday the 13th set—curse you, slow holds queue! Grade: B

 

 

Television

Midnight Mass (2021)
I guess I'm going to have to watch all these Mike Flanagan miniseries, huh? I thought this was great. It really scratches my itch for classic Stephen King, and it also scratches my itch for anguished Christian deconstruction (something classic Stephen King never does), and it does both modes with aplomb. The series is a deeply sincere wrestling with the idea that the Christian faith, though comforting and meaningful for some, is inescapably a tool for mass complicity in oppression, the promise of eternal life, however beautiful, becoming a literally vampiric idea to justify suffering at the hands of the powerful. There was a time in my life where I would have probably been offended by that idea, and given that I'm still a Christian, I clearly don't think it's an inescapable truth; but as I become more and more aware of Christianity's role in the spread of white supremacy, capitalism, and hierarchy in the United States (and elsewhere, I suppose, but I'm most familiar with the USA) and as it becomes clearer and clearer that, despite whatever lies I had been fed about the repentance of White Christianity after the Civil Rights Movement, an enormous portion of contemporary Christianity in the States is still in the thrall of those demons to the point of the destruction of their own communities on their altars, it's increasingly hard not to resonate with the despair at the core of this show. People have talked a lot about the optimism of Flanagan's work, and I suppose there is a kind of humanist optimism to this on a certain level, but none of that optimism is found in its depiction of religion, which, by the end, is sweet but irredeemable. Everyone's talking about Hamish Linklater as the central priest, and rightly so: it's a virtuosic performance, imbuing what is already the best character in the series with an incredible humanity that straddles the series's two modes regarding religion: sweet, bounding idealism ultimately crushed by horrible guilt and then ideological defeat. The rest of the cast is almost as good (though with condolences to Alex Essoe, who has to endure some of the worst old-age makeup in recent memory, and Zach Gilford, whose arc is purposefully but nevertheless unsatisfactorily cut short), but it's Linklater who forms the heart of this piece. I've seen some complaints about the series's reliance on lengthy monologues, but 1. those are where Linklater shines brightest, and 2. I sure hope nobody complaining ever has to watch an Ingmar Bergman movie, which is very much what these reminded me of (in a good way). Anyway, good stuff. Made me feel bad at times, but that's horror for ya, I guess. Grade: A-

Sunday, November 7, 2021

Mini Reviews for November 1 - 7, 2021

I'm not ready for my horror movie month to be over because I'm still looking for good horror movies instead of the trash I've been watching.

Movies

Cabin Fever 2: Spring Fever (2009)
"Oh cool, the Cabin Fever sequel is directed by Ti West! Guess I better check that out!" I cannot stress this enough: do not fall for this bait! Beyond the fact that it's not really a Ti West movie in the proper sense, as West himself disowned the film and it was cut to shreds by producers apparently, it's just awful, awful stuff. Mean-spirited, putrid garbage going through the motions of a really ungainly, try-hard horror-comedy screenplay in such an unfinished state that it just kind of ends and has a cheap-looking animated montage wrap up the film's loose ends. I guess if you're a gorehound, you might find something to like in the truly disgusting body horror on display here, but mostly I found it sad and off-putting. Grade: D-

 

28 Days Later (2002)
It's a real blast from the past seeing this movie all these years later. As best I can tell, 28 Days Later jump-started that whole zombie craze where everyone of a certain temperament was reading The Zombie Survival Guide and playing Left 4 Dead and that eventually culminated in things like The Walking Dead making us all thoroughly sick of everything to do with zombies. But looking back at this movie, it's easy to see why that craze happened to begin with. It's a pretty striking movie, merging that early-DV cinematography all the cool directors were playing with at the turn of the millennium with some very propulsive and grimy plotting and a savvy approach to the lore. Plus, typical of Danny Boyle, the soundtrack is aces. More Brian Eno and Godspeed in zombie movies, please. I will admit to still being somewhat burned out on zombies, especially the grim-realism version presented in this film, so it's not like this was the hair-raising revelation for me that it must have been to people in 2002. But it's still a solid time. Grade: B+

28 Weeks Later (2007)
It has a lot of the cool stylistic flourishes of its predecessor sanded off: for example, there are no inspired needle drops (or any needle drops to speak of, electing to exclusively use an original score this time around), and most of the cinematographic experimentation is gone, being fully immersed in the era of chaotic shaky cam being merely a tic of mainstream action filmmaking rather than an attempt at finding something new at the margins of narrative film style. So I dunno, this definitely feels a lot more generic than 28 Days Later. But it's still got some cool sequences, and the rightful cynicism of American military occupation feels 100% in line with the themes of the first movie. It just doesn't quite have the verve that buoyed that original. Grade: B-

The Relic (1997)
I've had a pretty bad October in terms of the horror movies I've watched; a lot of that is my own fault for deciding to go through a series as dopey as Friday the 13th, but even besides that, I've seen a lot of bad movies over the past month. I'm tempted to say that I've now seen yet another bad movie, but to be honest, the lighting in this movie is so bad that I'm not sure if I can truly say that I've "seen" it. I'm only being mildly hyperbolic; this movie is nigh unwatchable. I'm hard-pressed to think of a mainstream American movie with this big of a technical blunder. It actually sounds like some good, dumb fun, so I wish I could have seen what was going on. Grade: C

 

Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (1988)
On the rubric of Friday the 13th movies, this was pretty fun. People make fun of the telekinetic girl, but honestly, she was cool? She has a real character arc, which isn't something you can say for most Friday protagonists, and the final showdown between her and Jason is unironically good. The usual caveats apply—this is still largely formulaic and suffers from the usual laziness that plagues these movies. But it's got some good highlights, which is more than I can say for some of these movies! Grade: B-

 

 

Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989)
Criminally boring, given its premise. It's not just that, infamously, Jason doesn't arrive in Manhattan until the final 30 minutes; Jason murdering people on a cruise ship could be cool if: 1. the cruise ship didn't look like a rust-bucket second-hand trawler, and 2. there was actually any attention at all paid to the plotting/pacing. The interminable and nonsensically organized cruise ship sequence makes one long for the clean simplicity of the old "sex, then death" formula of the franchise's classic films—just something, anything to hang these random pile of incidents on so it can take a coherent structure. It gets a little better once Jason reaches Manhattan, but not much. There is one part where he has a really long boxing match with a guy, culminating in Jason punching his head clean off, a scene whose sheer length and repetitiousness has an offbeat "rake joke" feel to it that I found hilarious. Honestly, this movie's unapologetic absurdity has a lot more potential for humor than the more explicitly humorous films in the franchise, but it's completely squandered by the near-total incompetence in construction. I'm pretty tired of this series by now. I just want to get to the space one. Please, let the space one come soon so I can go free. Grade: D+

 

Television

Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Season 8 (2021)
I really need to break this completionist habit of mine. I didn't get anything out of finishing the long-delayed final season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and in fact, doing so may have taken the shine off a show I was only ever moderately amused by. It's not that the final season is so much worse than the previous seasons; in many ways, it remains at about the same level of quality in terms of jokes (they're funny! but not extremely so) and character development (it's sweet, but never in a way that gets you too invested). But nonetheless, I found this final season irritating for long stretches because it indulges in my least-favorite of the show's occasional tics, where it feels compelled to try to make this goofy workplace sitcom/cop show into a show that acknowledges the Serious Issues surrounding policing today. Rosa quits her job and becomes an activist following the George Floyd protests; Amy and Holt create a "police reform" plan to fix the NYPD; there's an episode that wrings its hands about the effects of incarceration on people; there's an evil police union character who forms the antagonist for most of the season. There's a joke in the first episode of the season about how "woke" cops fall back on the same scripts of insisting they are "one of the good ones" when they are confronted about the systemic issues of their profession, and that joke would be a lot funnier if the show itself weren't so dead-set on unironically ensuring us that its central cast are "the good ones." It's honestly just embarrassing. Look, you decided to make your show about goofy, cuddly cops; if you aren't going to have the courage to go all the way with your critiques of policing (which would result in a far darker show than B99 has ever even pretended to be), then just have the self-awareness to accept that goofy, cuddly cops have no place in real-world commentary and let them be consequence-free goofy cops. Seriously, I'd rather a show that took place entirely in an alternate universe of utopian policing (which is what B99 is most of the time!) than this sort of nonsensically applied liberal piety. Anyways, that's just my own hangups. Otherwise, if you enjoyed the other seasons of the show, you're probably going to enjoy this one. Grade: C+

 

Books

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros (1984)
Lovely. A lot less story-driven than I was expecting it to be; it's mostly just a collection of vignettes about a young Mexican-American girl's relationships with her neighbors on the titular street in Chicago—closer in feeling to a book of poetry than a novel (or a short story collection). Cisneros's prose is great, using the simplicity and whimsy of its child's narration to depict some pretty complex things about the world she inhabits. Plus, it's just beautifully crafted on a sentence-by-sentence level in a way that a lot of literary fiction aspires to but often fails to achieve. Grade: B+