Monday, April 13, 2020

Interview: Whitney Rio-Ross

Whitney Rio-Ross

Whitney and I met at Union University, the small Baptist university where we both got our undergraduate degrees in English. We ran in a lot of the same circles there, and not just with our English classes: we were paired up several years in a row for a mentoring program called Life Groups (hey, as I said, it was a Baptist university), and we both were staff members on The Torch, the school's literary magazine.

But I think anyone who knew both of us back then probably now remembers Whitney much better, and that's not false modesty—as much as this can be true of someone with extremely academic interests in the humanities, Whitney was a star. She went on to become the editor in chief of The Torch and part of the leadership of Life Groups, in addition to completing a whole second major (in philosophy—ya know, easy stuff); when we graduated, she was then accepted to Yale Divinity School, where she got a dual degree in religion and literature. She's now teaching literature at Trevecca Nazarene University in Nashville. All of this is a long way of saying that Whitney is one of the smartest people I know (in addition to being thoughtful and kind and just an all-around great person).

Somewhere along the line, she also became a great writer, too, which is why I'm interviewing her here. In college, I remember her crafting some sharp pieces of creative nonfiction, and since then, she's really jumped head-first into writing; Whitney's a poet and a darn good one at that. In fact, her first chapbook of poetry, Birthmarks, just came out in the midst of all our COVID-19 pandemonium. At the time I conducted this interview, I hadn't yet read Birthmarks, but I have now—it's good stuff, folks! You can buy it here, if you're interested.

Anyway, you can read the interview below. We talk about teaching, faith, Evangelicalism, poetry in general, and her poetry in particular; as you'd expect, she has smart things to say, and I hope you enjoy the conversation.


Interview

Michael: What’s your history with poetry? I know that you and I in college both got degrees in literature—did it start there?

Whitney: I really started writing poetry mostly after graduate school. In college, I always said I was never going to write poetry because I liked it too much and didn’t want to screw it up. But then I took some prose writing classes in grad school and realized that I was drawn more and more toward writing poetry.

M: Was there any particular reason for your shift?

W: Well, a teacher at Union was teaching an advanced poetry class, and she asked me and a couple others who had graduated a few years before to participate because it was such a small class. And she said, “So you will bring in some poems.” And I thought, “Oh. I don’t have any of those, really.”

M: Is this when you were currently a master’s student?

W: After. I had just written a few poems before that, not anything really serious, so that literally forced me to write poetry.

M: Obviously you had read poetry before for your bachelor’s degree, but was poetry something that you were always drawn to to read? I feel like now poetry isn’t something that people tend to casually get into as much as in centuries gone by.

W: I started reading poetry pretty intensely during my freshman year of college. I got really into contemporary poetry as I learned that there are poets out there who are living who are doing awesome stuff, so I read a lot in college, and that continued through grad school.

M: Let’s pivot to your own poetry. I’ve read several of your poems over the years, and then you sent me six prior to this interview, so those are the ones I’m most familiar with at this point. Probably the most surface-level observation you could make about these poems is that a lot of them are centered around the Christian faith, which makes sense; your degree from Yale was a combined theology and literature degree, right?

W: Yeah, it was a dual degree in religion and literature.

M: Okay, so biographically, it makes sense that you’d write about faith. Can you could explain how you conceive of the relationship between your poetry and your faith?

W: I think anybody’s writing or art is going to reflect the mythology that they have working in their lives. So whatever your faith is (or lack of faith), what your beliefs are—it’s going to show up in anything that you make. And I think we all have beliefs, even if we don’t believe in a god. That’s been such a big part of my life that it’s actually hard to avoid in writing. I’ve tried, and it’s really hard.

M: Specifically, at least in the ones you sent me, you have this presence of biblical matriarchs like Eve and Esther. Is there anything about those figures as opposed to others that you’re drawn to? The Christian mythology is huge, as far as what you can draw on, but at least in the poems you sent me, Eve is mentioned twice, and you’ve got Proverbs 31 and Esther and a few others.

W: Well, my chapbook is all based on biblical matriarchs. I think I was most drawn to that because, especially growing up in the Evangelical South, I heard a lot of terrible takes on women in the Bible and women in theology. As a part of a Christian Studies program at a pretty sexist university, I had to deal with a lot of crap about what females meant in the study of theology and what females in the Bible represented, so I needed to explore those ideas for myself during and after college. I think they show up in my poetry because that’s kind of what I was thinking about for a few years.

M: You mentioned Evangelicalism, which was something I was going to pivot to. You have at least a couple of the poems among the ones I read that deal with Evangelicalism. I’m thinking specifically of “The Seminarian Translates Proverbs 31” and also “Our Mothers Spoke of Apocalypses.” Both of those, to at least some degree, seem to be making a criticism of certain ideologies or habits of Evangelicalism. Do you feel bitter about Evangelicalism? I sometimes find that I get bitter if I write about Evangelicalism. What’s your stance toward that history?

W: I definitely do feel some bitterness. It took a lot of healing to get past some of the damage that a lot of those teachings created for both me and my friends who also came out of very harsh Evangelicalism. I’ve seen that writing about it has actually helped me work through some of that bitterness, so that’s been weirdly therapeutic. I didn’t start writing those poems because of that; it just somehow happened while I was looking at those topics.

M: Would you consider yourself outside of Evangelicalism now?

W: Yeah.

M: Is there anything you’ve held onto from that upbringing? We’ve talked about feeling bitter, but are there any positive things you’ve kept from it?

W: I love that I know so much about the Bible. Even though some of the ways that it was taught and some of the takes people had on it were really bad, it’s really cool to know so much of that story and to engage with so much of it, artistically or not artistically.

M: Is poetry pretty much your main artistic engagement with the Bible?

W: It is. I started out more just writing essays, but I’ve gone more to poetry. I still write some essays, though.

M: Going back to your poems themselves, what can you tell me about that chapbook?

W: It is thematically unified in terms of focusing on female characters who I think get either the worst reputations or the smallest roles in the Bible. They’re all put into contemporary situations in the poems; sometimes those have to do with the biblical narrative, sometimes they don’t—so for example my Esther poem is more about a girl growing up with these strict gender roles rather than the whole biblical story.

M: In a case like that, where it’s not directly connected to the narrative in the Bible, what’s drawing you to Esther?

W: Well, when I was thinking about writing an Esther poem, I was honestly thinking about writing a gay Esther because I was thinking about how awful that whole situation was [for Esther], but also: what if she didn’t want to be with a man, period? What if she was a lesbian or asexual and just would have no interest in men at all? So I was thinking about that and realized that so much of those ideas start happening when we’re kids, especially for girls. You’re told that you’re going to marry your prince one day, and for some girls, that sounds terrible. So that’s what I had in mind when I was just thinking about Esther, and that’s what happened with the poem.

M: I think that if we think about any Evangelical audience, you’ve really given them an invitation to find the exit by saying that Esther could possibly be conceptualized as non-heterosexual [laughs]. I think that’s great. Do you have any Evangelicals reading your poems, and if so, how do they respond?

W: I have a lot of Evangelicals reading my poems. I dedicated the chapbook to my mom, and my mom’s still pretty Evangelical. She says she likes it, though. With poems like the Esther poem, I don’t come out and say, “Hey, by the way, Esther is gay.” It’s interesting because I actually wrote it for a friend of mine who’s gay, and I had her in mind when I was writing it; I was like, “Oh, this sounds like this friend of mine.” But I think that that poem can apply to all kinds of girls. I hated being told that I was going to get married one day when I was younger. I think a lot of these poems might open up possibilities for these women that Evangelicals might read, and they might just not pick up on any of that. People from other perspectives might read them and get a little bit more of the criticism or limited viewpoint of Evangelicalism from them.

M: Do you conceive of your poems as subversive? Or do you just write about people? You mentioned that the Esther one was written with a friend in mind.

W: There’s definitely a subversive element to that set of poems, because I kind of wrote it for myself in college or high school—like, I wish that me in college had some of these different versions of these stories, or different versions of these women. So it’s definitely subversive. I didn’t mean to write it in any kind of “Take that, Evangelicalism!” way, though there’s definitely some of that added to some of the poems, too. But it feels more personal—like, “Take that, person in my Greek class who belittled me.”

M: As someone who knew you during undergrad and heard stories about your frustrations in your classes, I find that delightful. Even though I didn’t know a lot of those people personally, it is nice to imagine that Whitney, eight years later, is now scribbling away poems that will put those people in their place. You probably put them in their place at the time anyway. Anyway, you mentioned the Bible stories that don’t get told, or only get told in a particular way, and I think that both Esther and Eve are interesting examples of that—and also Proverbs 31, which we can get to eventually, too, because it’s one I think is really interesting. But first about Esther. You’re talking about the traditional Evangelical interpretation that you heard, the “you’ll one day meet your prince” story, which is interesting because in a certain way, Esther does conform to the Cinderella-type story—the second half of Cinderella isn’t too different from Esther in the sense that a royal man rides around trying to pick up chicks. But there’s also a lot of the context that I think sometimes people ignore, like the fact that the king… does he execute his first wife at the beginning of the book? Because she won’t perform sexual favors? There’s something really egregiously sexist at the beginning.

W: Yeah, his wife is killed for basically not doing what he tells her to do. Right now, I don’t remember what it was, but it’s super scary. And so to be in the position of “Will you be the next queen?” should be terrifying.

M: Plus the added element of the fact that Esther is Jewish, and the Jewish people are on the verge of being massacred in the book. I think it’s so interesting that, as a dude, I had never heard the story of Esther told as something to aspire to, at least in the matrimonial situation; you might aspire to her faith or her courage, but did people just straight-up tell you that Esther is a great example of a submissive wife, or something like that?

W: The thing that really got me about how people talked about Esther was that there was so much focus on her beauty, which is definitely a factor in the story—she’s chosen because she is so beautiful. But it was talked about in this sense of awe, and that seems really troubling to me. And then when it came to Esther saving her people, that’s awesome, but I usually heard it talked about as just “Wait on the Lord, be faithful, do whatever He tells you to do,” and, while I’m all about following divine guidance, it was often tied up in this idea of “Do what the king wants you to do.” I found that very disturbing.

M: Isn’t Esther famously the only book of the Bible that doesn’t mention God by name?

W: Yes! And I think that’s so cool.

M: And the king himself in that story is super distant and scary. Doesn’t she have to prostrate herself before him three times before he’ll even listen to her request?

W: Yeah, there’s a super scary thing with the way that it’s a risk of her life for her to come before the king without him calling for her, and so she takes this huge risk of dying just to invite him to the dinner where stuff goes down and she saves her people eventually. So that’s a really scary part to me in that story.

M: You talk about parts of stories that are ignored or the ways that the Bible is interpreted in certain limited ways, while really, the Bible and the Christian tradition in general is just so sprawling that I think any person has to necessarily make some sort of editorial decisions when trying to figure out how it’s all going to influence their lives. But it’s fascinating how different ideologies or denominations or what have you choose to make those edits. What you’re telling me about how Evangelicals view Esther is clearly an editorializing of the text. I mean, the Jewish people view it completely different; for them, she’s more of a national hero, right, with the holiday of Purim. Versus the kind of individualistic view of “She’s so hot she saves the country, and she serves God.” So speaking of editing, your poem “The SeminarianTranslates Proverbs 31” is interesting. First of all, translation is a work of editing as well. Those of use who went to Union always knew the different agendas of the different translations. But then your poem basically has the text of Proverbs 31, with words omitted or printed in white so that you can’t see them unless you highlight them. Describe to me what’s behind that poem.

W: One thing I wanted to highlight was what translation is and what it means to read a biblical text. The closest I ever got to losing my faith was in a Greek class when a student answered a question with an interpretation that I thought was totally untrue and I also knew that he didn’t believe in, but it showed me that you can make anything mean what you want it to mean, and especially if you know the original language. That’s just such a power that can be good but is so often used for evil purposes. So when I was writing the Proverbs poem, I was thinking about how I’ve had that passage taught to me before, just all kinds of different things about what I’m supposed to be as a woman, what I’m supposed to be as a good wife. I wanted to show some of the freakiness behind the teachings that we get with Proverbs 31. Erasing those words and having more of a terrifying look at the woman in Proverbs 31—she is terrified—that’s mostly what I was trying to do.

M: It almost works like found poetry. Have you ever done anything like that before?

W: I haven’t done found poetry, but I did two other poems like this in the chapbook, one of the Magnificat and one of Mary Magdalene at the resurrection. So I’ve realized that I like doing it with Bible passages.

M: What is it about Bible passages?

W: I just love thinking about how reading anything, in any language, is an act of interpretation, and the place where I’ve heard that messed up the most is in biblical interpretation. Growing up I often heard, “Just read the text, don’t interpret it,” and that’s ridiculous, because reading is interpretation. So I think I’m especially drawn to the erasure of the biblical passages.

M: Regarding the same poem but in a different gear: I’m reading these poems online, and on the website where I’m reading “The Seminarian Translates Proverbs 31,” there’s an element that feels to me essentially digital, which is what I mentioned earlier where if you click and drag to highlight across the page, you can see the erased text. What does that look like in the chapbook, since obviously you can’t click and drag in a physical book?

W: In the chapbook, on paper, a lot of found or erasure poetry looks confusing or jumbled, and with the Proverbs one, it’s the longest erasure poem in the book, and it looks just like a passage scattered or torn apart, which I think is really cool for what the text is. It kind of looks like a sprinkling of words here and there. The typesetter was awesome, and it ended up looking very readable.

M: Does the reader still have access to the erased words?

W: That’s totally gone. But in the notes section, I do say the exact passage and the translation, so if people want to go read the original, they can.

M: This is on a completely different subject, but in the case of the Proverbs 31 poem, that was done on the internet in a way that makes the technology that renders it on the page essential to how it’s read on the page. I know in fiction, which is what I’m most familiar with, you have with the digital era the rise of digital fiction with hypertext novels and that sort of thing; do you do that much with digital poetry? I don’t even know what poetry does in the realm of the digital world.

W: There is some interesting stuff going on with digital poetry. A lot of it technologically I don’t even know how to do, so I haven’t looked into it much. But also, my eyes can’t read a lot of stuff like that, so I haven’t been drawn to it because it’s difficult for me to see it while I’m typing it.

M: So it’s the screen that makes it hard to read?

W: It’s the screen.

M: Gotcha. Yeah, screens suck.

W: They change everything.

M: I don’t know if you also feel this way, but you can go to Project Gutenberg or something and find the entire text of a novel on a single webpage, and you read the whole thing just by scrolling down the whole time, and I find that to be a completely different reading experience from reading individual pages in a book, in addition to the added difficulty of the screen itself.

W: Honestly, I find stuff like that really nauseating. It feels like so much all at once, like cramming a ton of data into something, like cramming for a test rather than just absorbing the material.

M: Here’s an even broader question: I read a little poetry but not a ton, and definitely not enough to be able to say what the state of poetry is today, but as mostly an outsider looking in, it seems to me that poetry is in an interesting place because even before print media started spiraling, it was becoming increasingly a niche interest, and it seems like that’s been compounded by the way that printed journals and such have retreated into obscurity. How do you feel about poetry as a medium right now?

W: Some people critique poetry as too abstract and too weird. I hear people say that about what they call “modern poetry,” which is hilarious because that’s not really modern poetry—that’s contemporary poetry. I think that the people saying these things probably aren’t that well-read; maybe they’re seeing what seems like the sexy, cool thing online, but there is so much going on with poetry that still feels very normal, like stuff that you might have read in a poetry class. There’s poetry that makes sense. There’s poetry that’s still narrative. And then you’ve also got stuff that’s a little more wild and all over the place. I like both. I do hate it when poetry is trying so hard to be new and sexy that it just ends up being a mess; that’s the kind that annoys me. One thing that’s really awesome is that the poetry community has been widening so much to include not just different races or genders but also people of different socioeconomic classes, and that’s something that’s cool about the internet. People laugh at the idea of Instagram poetry sometimes, but for people who don’t have access to the MFA programs or the connections that can get them published traditionally, I think that’s really cool that they could share their work on something as simple as Instagram. It’s a voice that I think is often left out of the typical big publisher world.

M: As a high school teacher, I can say that my students don’t read a ton generally, and they certainly don’t read a lot of poetry, but the only poetry I’ve actually seen my students read—and this was especially popular a couple years ago—was this collection called Milk and Honey. And I think the author started as an Instagram poet, right?

W: Yeah, it did start as Instagram poetry. I’ll be honest: I don’t like Milk and Honey. But I was thrilled that it got my literature class that semester to actually want to read other poetry. Poetry is so much a matter of taste more than merit, but it was sad that when my students asked, “Oh, do you like this book?” I said, “No.” But then some of them were saying, “So is this not real poetry?” and I had to stop myself and ask myself the question: What is “real” poetry? And I think so much of that is defined by the people that we find in the canon. So I said, “It is poetry. It’s real poetry. I just think that there’s better stuff out there.”

M: A lot of people are resistant to poetry, and you mention the abstraction. But I think in general, even if they don’t consider it abstract, people will say, “Poetry doesn’t click with me” or “I don’t understand poetry.” What would you say to those people? I wouldn’t say most people say that about novels or film or essays. They may say that about some novels or some films, but with poetry, people paint with such a broad brush that they say that they can’t get into any poetry. What would you say to those people?

W: One thing that I say to my students who say stuff like that is, “Yes, exactly. You don’t ‘get’ it. There isn’t a right or wrong interpretation.” Well, there are wrong interpretations. If you read T. S. Eliot and say that it’s about your dog… well, no, it’s not.

M: It was probably about his cat, actually.

W: Exactly [laughs]. But I love it when I can get real fights going in my class about what a poem is doing and finding different ways of looking at it. The students are all very respectful as they do it, but as they’re defending their own reading and arguing about it, they realize that there is so much possibility in the poem. There’s a Billy Collins poem that I start every one of my Intro to Lit classes with, and it’s called, “Introduction to Poetry.” It’s fantastic, because it’s about teaching introductory poetry and the idea of trying to “get” it or understand it. Like you said about people not saying that about novels or short stories or something, I think that a lot of the time there still is that idea of room for interpretation in fiction, but we don’t think of it that way because we walk away thinking, “This is what the story was; this is what the story meant.” We don’t always even think about how there might be debates about what’s going on there.

M: Why do you think people are able to do that with fiction but not with poetry?

W: I think that poetry demands an attention to certain words. It’s usually much shorter, so there’s an attention to words and syntax that people might take for granted in fiction. In poetry, we see that we’re supposed to pay attention to these certain words, and so if we don’t get it automatically, it can be frustrating, whereas in fiction, we read words in a sentence and don’t think about whether or not we get it because we can just move on to the next sentence.

M: Do you think that that aspect of poetry dooms poetry to a certain level of obscurity that other literary forms might not face?

W: It might. I think that some of the issue is that we have kind of marketed fiction as the layman’s literature: anybody can read a novel. They might not want to read Ulysses, but anybody can just read a book by itself. I think that part of the reason for this is that we have moved so much from the oral tradition, where we told long stories like The Aeneid in verse. I think another thing that’s contributed to it is film, because so much of film is just a story from the beginning to the end. I think that’s made people more prone to think that this is how stories work. And then they don’t find that thing in a lot of poetry. There are films that feel more like poetry than fiction to me, and that’s really cool.

M: Do you consider song lyrics poetry?

W: Yeah, I do. In fact—I can’t do this anymore because my students are too young now and haven’t known a world with this—but I used to start my poetry section off by having someone read “No Diggity” out loud. We were talking about if they liked poetry, and a lot of the students would say, “No, I don’t.” And I’d say, “Well, I want someone to read aloud this famous poem, and you all can tell me if you like it or not.” And then like halfway through, they’d be like, “Oh my gosh, it’s that song! I love this song!” It’s a great song, but it’s really funny to see them notice that suddenly: “Wait, this isn’t a poem, it’s a song,” and that’s because it’s both. I really admire good lyricists, because it’s hard enough for me to write a poem; the idea of doing that and having to think more about the music of it sounds unbelievably difficult.

M: One of the things I’ve run into trying to teach not just poetry in the sense of T. S. Eliot or whatever but also in Shakespearean plays, which of course are often written in verse, is the level of abstraction that we’ve given poetry that it might not have had originally. Like, I’m trying to teach about meter and iambic pentameter, and I think for a lot of my students, it’s completely abstract because when we look at the plays, they don’t sound like anything because they’re written on the page—it’s the same thing for a lot of poems, too. There are obviously open mics and things, but if you’re going to try to find poetry, the most immediate way you’ll find it is written down as opposed to recited. Do you think that that’s contributed to some of the distancing from other poetry compared to, let’s say, song lyrics’ poetry?

W: Yeah, I do think that’s contributed to it. I really have to read a poem aloud, for example, when I’ve gotten a new poetry book. It just doesn’t sink in for me until I do that. I don’t really know how people just read poems on a screen or on a page without saying it out loud. But that’s what most people do, and I think that adds to the disconnect between poetry proper and lyrics.

M: It’s kind of a teacher cliché to connect Shakespeare to rappers like Dangerous Minds and all that, but it is instructive at times, because hip-hop is one of the genres that keeps a lot of the poetic traditions alive that are hard for students to understand, like meter. I’ve always found it interesting and frustrating that something like Shakespeare’s work is so abstract for students because it’s so distanced from how it was initially experienced.

W: I have such a hard time teaching sound in my classes, and I think it’s because my students talk so differently—totally different pronunciations, different cadences. We have a ton of exchange students, students of every ethnicity, nationality, area of the country. So when I have a really Deep South student read a poem versus maybe one of my Spanish exchange students, it just sounds so different. And I can’t say, “You’re reading it wrong,” because that’s just not how the words might work for those students. So I find music really is the best way to teach sound.

M: Do you ever read your own poems to your students?

W: No. I don’t [laughs]. They ask me to, and it just feels weird to teach my own poem in any way, including just reading it out loud. My students still probably read them, since they can find them in print, but oh well.

M: Have they ever come back and talked to you about your work if they’ve gone and read it?

W: Yeah, sometimes. I try to hide a lot of my online life from my current students because they can just be really stalkery. But with the book being shipped out right now, it’s out of my hands. Some of my students know about it already. We’ll see if I get in trouble. And I guess we’ll see if they like it or if they never want to take my class again.




You can buy Whitney's chapbook, Birthmarks, here.

Sunday, April 12, 2020

Mini Reviews for April 6-12, 2020

Quarantine, Week 5: I wrote a blog post about Asia (the band).

Movies

Sorry We Missed You (2019)
If you've seen any socially conscious working-class drama (or any Ken Loach movie), you basically know exactly where this going from the instant the boss corrects his new hire that "you don't work for us, you work with us" and then lays out all the fees and liabilities involved in his new position as a contract worker. But the inevitability is part of the point; it's a movie that thrives on dramatic irony, as we viewers can see just exactly how these characters are being caged in by the Kafkaesque machinations of specifically 2010s capitalism, but the joke is that even if these characters were as aware as us viewers—and perhaps they are and only trying to fool themselves into buying into the self-made mythology they talk at the movie's beginning—they couldn't do a single thing differently, so thoroughly and absurdly stacked is the deck against workers. A beaten and bloodied character screaming "I have to go to work!" over and over again as his family begs him to stay home and heal should rank up there in the cinematic canon with "I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille" as a dissociative rant by someone out of touch with their surroundings, but the horrible truth of our world is that there's nothing out-of-touch about it. Grade: B+

In the Mouth of Madness (1994)
A supremely freaky iteration of that type of movie that seemed to proliferate in the '90s—i.e. dude travels to a remote location, plots twist, reality bends, he questions his insanity, etc. This movie leaves a lot of doors open that similar movies might close, though, and is on the whole a lot looser and less concrete than Carpenter usually shoots for, which contributes to the freakiness. Some of the character work doesn't land for me, but that's kind of secondary to the freakiness. Grade: B+





For All Mankind (1989)
I spent the majority of the first decade of my life thinking I would probably be an astronaut, and a large portion of my time then was occupied in rapt imagination about the future of space exploration. Landing on the moon is the most inspiring feat of human history, and it was one of the first bitter disappointments of my life to realize that our world had experienced that and then just kind of collectively moved on from it, letting space programs wither; as an adult, it's an even more bitter disappointment to recognize that humanity (and the United States specifically) seems fundamentally incapable of leaving unbroken the promise of the plaque that Apollo 17 left on the moon's surface: "Here man completed his first explorations of the Moon December 1972, A.D. May the spirit of peace in which we came be reflected in the lives of all mankind." This movie—alongside Brian Eno's absolutely perfect score—is as much an elegy for the collectivist idealism and optimism that undergirded the lunar missions as it is a celebration of those qualities. An achingly beautiful film for a crushingly ephemeral moment. Grade: A+

Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers (1989)
Boring and insubstantial and, above all, forgettable, which is something you can't say about any of the other Halloween sequels up to this point. I just finished the movie, and I can barely remember the plot. I did kind of love that Dr. Loomis has become this raving madman rushing around yelling at everyone, including children. I guess I probably would do the same thing if I were doomed to be a slasher franchise's Cassandra. Grade: C-





Cannibal Holocaust (1980)
One of the very few movies with an "omg so messed up" legacy that has actually lived up to that reputation for me when I finally got to it. This is truly revolting on a number of levels—watching a live sea turtle for-real hacked to pieces is one experience I could actually go forever without seeing again, and there is no question that the depiction of indigenous people is deeply racist in its trafficking of "primitive" stereotypes—to say nothing of alllll the rape in the movie. At the same time, though, this movie also presents maybe the most intense and dedicated criticism of colonialism I've ever seen in a movie not written and/or directed by a person of color, and by the time our protagonist delivers his laughably on-the-nose final line (it is, I kid you not, "Who are the real cannibals?"—makes ya think), it's brutally apparent that the movie's title carries a simultaneously clever and sick double meaning. I guess the argument here is that the abject sadism of colonialism could only be communicated with integrity to white Western audiences through a vehicle as grotesque and loathsome as this movie is, which I respect in theory but probably would respect a lot more if this movie felt as if at least one of the dozens of indigenous people in the cast had been asked for their input during its filming. But good lord, the results. Will not forget some of these images any time soon. Grade: C+

Salesman (1969)
Sales pitches make me intensely uncomfortable, and the commodifying of religious belief is one of the most unsavory things ever to me. So I spent a good portion of this movie—a documentary about door-to-door Bible salesmen—in intense discomfort. But it's great. Salesman is the story of 20th century Christianity in microcosm, while also being a cinéma vérité counterpart to Miller's Death of a Salesman. It's also, for all its squirm-inducing tension, quite funny, too. Grade: A

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Prog Progress 1982: Asia - Asia

Hi, everyone! Welcome to Prog Progress, a blog series in which I journey through the history of progressive rock by reviewing one album from every year of the genre's existence. You can read more about the project here. You can learn about what I think are some of the roots of progressive rock here. You can see links for the whole series here.


As I've said many times already, English progressive rock in the early '80s was in retreat. I'm not sure what it's like to be a musician in a dying movement, but I can't imagine that it's fun. Your specific set of skills and sensibilities, which once felt alive and cutting-edge, are now used as examples of the bloated or out-of-touch old guard; what once was a vibrant community of artists is now a graveyard of shuttered projects. I mean, in the case of prog, we're still talking about artists generating millions in ticket and album sales—Yes's last pre-hiatus album, 1980's Drama, peaked at #2 on the UK charts—and pretending to record an LP as an excuse to go on a beach vacation, so on the one hand, perhaps all these guys deserved was the tiniest violin in the world (with which they undoubtedly created a 15-minute instrumental suite in tribute to Tolkien's Silmarillion or something). But on the other hand, I do kind of understand how this might have been a trying time for prog musicians, at least existentially, to have the world that you've built your entire adult life around begin to turn on your endeavors.

So it makes sense that these musicians would want to shore up their resources and tilt toward the new mainstream. And oh boy, did they. I've already talked in previous posts about how most of the bands that survived the late-'70s had, in the early '80s, transitioned into pop or pop-adjacent projects, be that New Wave (Yes's 1983 reunion record 90125), synth-rock (Rush's Signals in 1982), or just straight-up pop-rock (Genesis's Abacab in 1981). But I haven't talked much about how much the increasingly small world of '70s-turned-'80s prog had become a veritable game of musical chairs. Musicians jumped from band to band, project to project, in search of artistic fulfillment, commercial success, freedom from bandmates who trample their egos, or (ideally) all three. Prog had always been a pretty collaborative genre with shifting personnel, and while even at its early '70s peak, prog still had the battle of egos and competing artistic/commercial impulses, at least the effect of this rotating talent made the golden age feel similar to how jazz communities work, with musicians flitting from project to project because they are too full of ideas for a single band configuration to contain them. But now ten years later, in the '80s, it's clear that there's a real scramble for opportunity within the English prog community motivated by (at least the perception of) scarcity.

Lucky for us listeners, it still yielded some good music! Yes's new lineup on 90125 unequivocally slaps, and while '80s Rush can be a little hit-and-miss, the balance is definitely more toward the hits. I can even get behind nu-Gensis at times. But probably the best example of making a silk purse out of the sow's ear of the trend-chasing and personnel shuffling of the early '80s is Asia.

I'm cheating a little bit to include Asia on this project, since one of my rules is that each band gets only one post, and Asia is comprised almost entirely of musicians from bands I've already covered. It is, in other words, a supergroup. But I've already covered a supergroup in this series (ELP), so since I've already opened that door, might as well let a few more people in. Asia's drummer is Carl Palmer, who of course is the "Palmer" in Emerson, Lake & Palmer; Steve Howe, guitarist and backing vocalist, was Yes's guitarist from 1970 up until the band's 1981 hiatus; John Wetten, lead vocals and bass and one of the primary Asia songwriters, had been in King Crimson (though during the group's legendary mid-'70s trio of albums, not on In the Court of the Crimson King). And then we have Geoff Downes, the keyboardist and (alongside Howe) the other major songwriter in the group as well as being probably the most important member of Asia, at least for the purposes of this post, for reasons I'll get into now.

In one sense, Downes is just another progger that ended up in Asia during the musical chairs of the early '80s, having been a member of Yes immediately before that band temporarily disbanded. But he's not really in the same class as, say, Carl Palmer or Steve Howe. He was, in fact, only in Yes for a year before the hiatus[1], and it was decidedly a lark for Downes. Downes is much better known for his involvement with The Buggles, a New Wave duo consisting of Downes and Trevor Horn that found moderate success with their two studio albums and massive success with their debut single in 1979. In fact, if you know The Buggles at all, it's almost certainly because of that debut single: "Video Killed the Radio Star." Written by Downes, Horn, and their former bandmate, Bruce Woolley[2], "Video Killed the Radio Star" is one of the defining crossover moments for New Wave into commercial pop, a #1 hit in at least 10 countries, and famously the very first music video MTV ever aired—it was, as they say in the business, a big deal, which transitively made Downes and Horn a big deal.

The Buggles acquired Brian Lane as their manager following their smashing success on the back of "Video Killed the Radio Star," and in a bit of fortune, Lane also happened to manage Yes; perhaps seeing the writing on the wall for the aging prog group (especially after vocalist Jon Anderson and keyboardist Rick Wakeman left in early 1980[3]), he asked Downes and Horn to join Yes for the recording and touring of the album that eventually became Drama. The two agreed to do so for reasons I can't quite fathom, essentially dissolving The Buggles in the process[4] and becoming lightning rods for hate from Yes fans irritated at Anderson's replacement and the slightly poppier touches that the pair brought to Drama. Apparently they were booed in concert, which is probably not what Lane had in mind when he was hoping to salvage Yes. The band broke up the following year.

But some important seeds were planted. The infusion of New Wave with prog ended up being a gigantic development in the long run. Prog bands like Genesis who had pivoted to pop had usually done so through a baroque or art pop portal, with members basically brushing off their own pop skills (Phil Collins in Genesis, for example), but The Buggles's involvement in Drama brought musicians who had cut their teeth as pop songwriters into the prog fold, showing that perhaps there was more of a direction forward for prog than people might have guessed and that this direction had to do with the merging of pop talents with prog instrumentalists. Even if Drama in particular didn't quite find the right format, the symbiosis between pop New Wave and prog would prove to be enormously fruitful for both genres, at least commerically. In fact, for all the talk about New Wave and punk killing off prog, there really was a lot of room for overlap between the old and the new, most obviously encapsulated by Yes's 90125 (and, to a weirder extent, King Crimson's early '80s trilogy of Discipline, Beat, and Three of a Perfect Pair) but also just generally with The Buggles's having zero qualms just hopping into Yes when the occasion offered itself. At least at times, New Wave and prog were more or less friends, and New Wave didn't kill prog as much as it absorbed a good portion of it and in doing so brought prog full circle to its early-'70s heyday adjacent to the mainstream, albeit in a much different form.

And it wasn't just New Wave that could benefit from this approach of having pop sensibilities merged with prog instrumentation—which brings us back to Asia. Even before the dissolution of Yes, Steve Howe and John Wetton were writing material for a new project, a project that Carl Palmer (newly displaced from a disbanded Emerson, Lake & Palmer and halfheartedly involved in the band PM with guitarist John Nitzinger) soon joined as well. When Yes broke up, Howe brought over Geoff Downes, and Asia was complete. Within the next year, the group had released their self-titled first album.

The music on Asia is not New Wave by any stretch of the imagination, despite the presence of Downes, nor was it truly a progressive rock album, despite Palmer, Wetton, and Howe being there. The album was produced and engineered by Mike Stone, who was not exactly a stranger to prog (he had worked on Genesis's Nursery Crimes), but who was also much more immersed in the arena rock scene of the '70s, having worked extensively with Queen throughout the first wave of their career, helping that band in the span of a few years to go from the quirky pomp of their first two albums to their arena-rock smash News of the World[5]). He's also the producer behind Escape, the 1981 album that transformed Journey from the barely successful jazz-fusion/prog wannabes they were in the '70s to the belting-to-the-cheap-seats power balladeers they are famous for being[6]. Accordingly, more than anything else, Asia is an arena rock record. It's got punchy singalong choruses; its songs consist of, as Robert Christgau memorably puts it, "two lyrics about why they like their girlfriends, three about 'surviving,' and four about why they don't like their girlfriends"; it's loud; it's brash; it's swaggering; the closing track, "Here Comes the Feeling," features (presumably) Carl Palmer just pounding a cowbell. You could be forgiven for at times confusing some of these songs with, say, a Foreigner track. And that's entirely the point.

Alongside New Wave, arena rock was the lingua franca of mainstream rock in the 1980s, with even ostensibly hard rock bands like Scorpions swinging for the cheap seats with those big chorus hooks in the '80s, not to mention the whole hair/glam metal thing taking off with the likes of Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, and Poison. So Asia's whole conceit seems to be to throw all these old prog dudes together with this hot, young pop guy and a mainstream producer and jump as enthusiastically as possible into that mainstream with a big, anthemic record with monster hooks. And on that rubric, it's entirely successful. If you're into this kind of music, Asia presents nine cheesy, catchy, fun arena rock songs that, frankly, kick ass. I've talked some in my past posts about the general insipidness among the music produced by prog's late-'70s push toward pop and craven commercial motives, and I still stand by my criticism in general. But as this post has already amply alluded to, there were some exceptions that managed to find gold outside of the prog tradition, and I declare without a shred of irony that Asia is one of the best of that lucky group.

Reading the liner notes, it's hard to tell exactly who's responsible for writing which pieces of the songs (they are all collaborative efforts), but it doesn't seem like an accident that the hookiest songs on the album are the ones on which Downes is credited as a songwriter: "Wildest Dreams," "Only Time Will Tell," "Sole Survivor," and especially the opener, "Heat of the Moment," which became Asia's biggest hit, going to #1 on the Billboard Mainstream Rock charts and all the way to #4 on the Billboard Hot 100. The world may have lost The Buggles, but those songwriting chops didn't go anywhere. These songs go hard.

Asia's status as a progressive rock record is a little more fraught. A cursory glance at the album reveals exactly zero songs over six minutes in length and nothing about that cool serpent with the glowing orb on the cover (the lyrics are, as I've already quoted Christgau as having pointed out, a bunch of rock clichés). And then there are those big hooks and the verse-chorus-verse structures. On the surface, this definitely doesn't sound like prog; there are a few moments that feel overtly progressive, like the mostly instrumental last minute of "Cutting It Fine" or the way "Only Time Will Tell" just throws out the word "insincerity" like it's a college seminar, but even then, Asia never sounds any proggier than than something like Styx's "Come Sail Away" does (arena rock's inherent grandiosity always shares a little of prog's pomp). A closer listen unearths something a little more interesting, though, which is that if you listen to just small samples of the music, it becomes clear that these musicians are playing like they're on a prog album: Howe's soaring guitar, Palmer's intricate drum patterns, Downes's atmospheric keyboard—none of these would feel out of place on a more traditional prog album. But the songwriting keeps this instrumentation firmly grounded in recognizable pop structures. The effect is a curious one in which the prog musicians' progginess is kind of treated like session musician skills only to be broken out in service of the songwriting. It's prog put into an arena-rock-shaped container. It's like an answer to the concerned prog fan's conundrum: "What if I like prog, but I also like Foreigner? And cocaine?" Welcome to the '80s, man.

A fair enough question to raise about all this is why any of it deserves its own post in this series[7]. As I've already mentioned, arena rock has always tangoed with progressive rock, from Boston to Styx to even Queen, who got their own post in this series already. But most of those examples involve musicians who were never particularly ensconced in the main prog vein dabbling in prog sounds for flavor; what to me feels different and noteworthy about Asia, at least in the context of arena rock, is that it works the other way around; the band consists almost entirely of people from the hardcore center of progressive rock dabbling in arena rock. This isn't an arena band hopping on the prog trend; it's a prog band hopping on the arena trend, a reversal of roles that feels not just a little symbolic. Moreover, in the context of prog's evolution in general, Asia represents one of the purer encapsulations of the specific ways that nearly all the surviving prog bands were dealing with the changing fortunes of a new decade. Like Genesis, it shows prog musicians shifting toward poppier formats; like what would eventually happen with Yes, this shift was aided by the addition of a relative outsider that would help bend traditional prog instrumentalists toward a more credibly pop sound.

In addition to all this, what's also interesting about Asia is that unlike most of the other prog groups that pivoted toward pop formats, Asia doesn't really brand itself as a reinvention. To go back to the same two horses I've been beating this whole post, if you look at major pop gestures from prog groups like Genesis's Abacab or Yes's 90125, these are meant to be seen as major departures with hip marketing and cool '80s-mod artwork. You hate prog? You like cool, modern music that isn't preoccupied with baroque structures and big ol' concepts? Check out this! Or this! I mean, the lead single off 90125 has breakbeat on it; no confusing that for prog, right? Contrast that with Asia, which fully presents itself as a prog record, from the progressive who's who of the musicians right down to the album art, designed by none other than Roger Dean[8] at his Roger Dean-iest; Asia makes no bones about being a record full of high fantasy and epic suites, and the fact that it isn't actually full of those things is all the more interesting, since it seems basically to argue that prog isn't fantasy yarns and side-long compositions anymore; arena rock, Asia argues, is prog. While 90125 and Abacab might say, "If you hate prog, try this," Asia does the opposite: "If you love prog, this is where it's at now."

And if that's the argument this album is implicitly making, it's not quite wrong. if we only look at the old guard of prog, arena rock was pretty much where prog musicians were allowed to be their proggiest so long as they colored within the lines, and "session musicians in their own band" isn't an inaccurate appraisal of what most of these guys would be doing during the '80s, puttering around in various roles in mainstream rock and pop. Which is kind of bittersweet. On the one hand, the sound you hear in Asia is the sound of prog persisting at the expense of its spirit and ambition, which is sad. On the other hand, it's nice to see it persist at all, and especially in a package as enjoyable as Asia is; prog gets compared a lot to dinosaurs, implying that it's outmoded, but what a lot of people forget is that dinosaurs evolved into birds. Arena rock and mainstream pop aren't the most elegant of birds, but hey, it's better than extinction.

But also, to say that records like Asia were where prog was going in the early '80s isn't quite right either; at the same time as John Wetton was teaming up with a New Wave hot shot to write "Heat of the Moment," the prog spirit was being carried on much more purely by a number of different sources. The original cycle of progressive rock had, with Asia, now completely run its course, but a couple of new waves inspired by classic prog were just getting started. We haven't said goodbye to nonsense lyrics and epic compositions yet. Not by a long shot.

Until 1983!


1] He would later return to Yes in the 21st century, appearing as a keyboardist and backing vocalist on the band's two most recent albums, 2011's Fly From Here and 2014's Heaven & Earth (neither of which I've heard).

2] Who took the song with him when he left and recorded his own version with his own band, Bruce Woolley and the Camera Club. It's not as good.

3] Wakeman had already left the band once before, so it wasn't a big surprise that he'd leave, but Jon Anderson's quitting the band was a pretty big blow, considering how much his vocals were central to the Yes sound. Don't worry, though; he'd be back for 90125. Hilariously, though, is that apparently the event that precipitated Anderson's departure was that drummer Alan White broke his ankle roller skating at a nightclub, delaying the next album's recording by six weeks. I have a lot of questions about this, foremost being: roller skating in nightclubs was a thing?

4] The Buggles would have just one more studio album, 1981's Adventures in Modern Recording, which they recorded after Yes disbanded.

5] Which of course includes the immortal "We Will Rock You" / "We Are the Champions" opening.

6] Readers will remember that Escape opens with—what else?—"Don't Stop Believin'," the arena rock song to end arena rock songs.

7] The boring answer is that 1982 is yet another year in which nothing terribly interesting is going on with prog outside of a few examples like Asia.

8] Just to remind you, this is the guy who made the cover art for pretty much all the classic Yes albums, as well as some Uriah Heep and Gentle Giant covers. He's probably more responsible for the visual aesthetic of '70s progressive rock than any other one individual (though the collective Hipgnosis is probably the most responsible).

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Mini Reviews for March 30 - April 5, 2020

Quarantine, Week 4: What year is it?

Movies

Bacurau (2019)
A lightly sci-fi western set in Brazil. A movie split in two between a "realistic" half and a "Hollywood" half. The first half of the movie is one of the best naturalistic social dramas I've seen in a while, depicting the culture of this village in rural Brazil with a vibrancy that's mesmerizing—in particular, a funeral procession is probably my favorite movie scene of the year so far. The second half of the movie, when it becomes much more self-consciously mannered, works considerably less well for me; while I can't claim to know much about the sociopolitical situation in Brazil besides very broad strokes re: Bolsonaro, etc., unless I'm missing some nuance (very possible), this movie's back half basically just boils down to a message about as nuanced as Ready or Not's assertion that rich people suck, only this time about Western colonialism. And as with Ready or Not, I've got to hand it to Bacurau that Western colonialism does suck. But I do wish the second half of the movie had been as lush as the first half. Still, don't let my reservations hold you back; it's a very solid, conceptually bold movie taken as a whole, one of the better new ones I've seen from this very, very weird cinematic year. Grade: B+

One Cut of the Dead (カメラを止めるな!) (2017)
A ridiculously charming zombie movie in three parts, the second and third of which I really don't want to spoil, because that's part of the fun. Just know that the first part is a single-take zombie short film that's both impressive and also endearingly sloppy in parts, reminiscent of the kind of low-budget zombie flick you might have gotten out of Italy or the American video market in the early '80s. As for the rest, like I said, I won't spoil the next two parts; but I will say that they get increasingly meta in increasingly delightful ways, up to a final thirty minutes that are a hilarious and deliriously sweet take on filmmaking itself—as evocative of my own memories making dumb little videos with my friends in high school as of the zombie tropes it's connected to. It's super fun, and the only thing that's knocking it down even a little bit for me is that the middle part leans a little too heavily on broadly comedic characterizations. Otherwise, this is great. Grade: A-

Newtown (2016)
I almost turned this off in the first five minutes because it was so upsetting—I almost never do that, but hearing 9-11 calls from the elementary school shooting in Newtown is a punishingly difficult gauntlet to throw down in your movie's opening minutes. The rest of this documentary isn't nearly so visceral, focusing as it does on the aftermath of the shooting and how the survivors deal with the grief and activism in its wake, but on a philosophical level, there's something just as upsetting about the way that our country collectively shrugged off any responsibility toward the victims of its own criminally negligent approach to gun violence; the burden of grief was laid entirely on the people of Newtown itself, just as the burden of safety in the aftermath of this (and any number of other school shootings) was laid entirely on the nation's individual schools. I have to sit in meetings at the school where I teach in which the cops come and tell us the most effective way to throw a textbook at a shooter to stop him; I would bet money that U.S. Senators don't have to do that same training. As a documentary, Newtown is content just to skim the surface of its own format and subject matter, but as a thinkpiece on the implications of probably the most capricious and incomprehensibly bleak tragedies of my lifetime to happen within the United States, it's urgent. Grade: B

Proud Citizen (2014)
Like Fort Maria, the other Thom Southerland-directed feature I've seen, Proud Citizen is a warm, loose movie centered around a Linklater-esque sense of time and an excellent Katerina Stoykova performance. This time, she's a Bulgarian playwright whose play has won second place in a contest, which earns her a trip to Lexington, Kentucky, to see her play performed by a local theater (the winning playwright got to go to NYC, which is kind of hilarious). There's a Lost in Translation-ish quality to this movie, wherein Stoykova feels alienated by a city and culture she's unfamiliar with, and in addition to the sweetness of this movie's well-observed moments, on a macro level Proud Citizen does a better job than any other movie I've seen of showing just how inherently inhospitable the modern American city is with its wide highways and underpopulated urban spaces. Down with urban sprawl, up with sensitive Bulgarian playwrights finding unlikely companionship with tour bus guides. Weird observation, though: from this movie, I learned that Lexington has the exact same trolley buses as Knoxville does, which gave me a disorienting moment where I was like, "Wait, are they filming in Knoxville?" Grade: B+

MacGruber (2010)
Even at just 90 minutes, this movie feels stretched thin. But the basic concept of turning the archetypal '80s action hero into basically what they always were (psychopaths) is a solid one, and there are some great jokes sprinkled in here and there—got a good chuckle out of MacGruber driving around bumping yacht rock from his car stereo and a genuinely gigantic chuckle out of the sex scene(s). Shooting from the hip here with this opinion, but those sex scenes are probably the best sex scenes in cinema history. Grade: B-





Donnie Brasco (1997)
The combination of Mike Newell's pedestrian direction and the strong Pacino performance comes this close to having this movie reach a kind of Sopranos-esque mob picture that finds organized crime trapped within the same mundane forces of late-20th-century modernity that make us all miserable: the scene where Pacino is trying to break open a parking meter feels deeply significant. But then again, Mike Newell's pedestrian direction is, well, pedestrian, and anything that isn't the relationship between Pacino and Depp feels thin and tropey (especially all the material between Depp and his character's wife, which... oh boy), and the whole thing becomes just mundane and dull instead of interestingly mundane.  I wasn't expecting a ton out of this movie to begin with, but it barely made the minimum of what I was expecting. Grade: C+

The Magic Flute (Trollflöjten) (1975)
Legitimately love the idea of Bergman sitting down after making Cries and Whispers and Scenes from a Marriage—possibly his two most bracing explorations of human misery—and deciding to make this: as exuberantly joyful as those previous two are lacerating. It's just such a sweet movie; Sven Nykvist, who shot Cries and Whispers in all its brilliant hues, delivers some truly astonishing cinematography here, transforming the theater stage into a Méliès-esque fantasy, and the directorial surrogate of the enraptured little girl in the audience of the theater (Bergman apparently saw The Magic Flute performed as a child and loved it) is one of the most purely innocent gestures in all of Bergman's movies. The whole thing is also up there with Persona and The Passion of Anna as the most formally radical movie he ever made; Bergman is occasionally criticized (fairly at times) for bringing too much of his stage background to his movies, but the fantastical blending of the two mediums here makes hay out of the discontinuities between the two forms, giving this movie an otherworldly aura that feels like something on the level of Shakespeare's The Tempest. Based on this movie's reputation, I was expecting a curiosity, but I got a stone-cold classic. Really blown away by all this. Grade: A

Books

The Incendiaries by R. O. Kwon (2018)
In a way, The Incendiaries is another one of those stories that obsess over cults—it is, after all, about a couple of students at a fictitious East-Coast university who become drawn in to a cult lead by a man who claims to have found God in a North Korean gulag, and it ends with an FBI investigation and everything. But while it's definitely situated within that subgenre, The Incendiaries also reaches far beyond that whole scene entirely with its brutal yet empathetic interrogation of belief, becoming great literature in the process. Kwon's debut novel has this Gatsby-esque precision in which the short novel's plotting progresses in a way that's both masterfully efficient and also incisive to the point of blood-letting prose—evoking great swatches of the human experience through a sequence of experiences very specific to this set of characters. Kwon's prose is gorgeous and understands profoundly the way that loss and faith waltz together through a person's psyche; the novel's principal couple is made up of two deeply wounded people whose opposite trajectories (one having lost faith, the other gaining it) find them meeting in the middle for a few blessed moments of human connection before drifting toward the novel's inevitable tragedy. After Gilead, it's probably the best modern novel I've read about faith. I'm not making that Gatsy comparison lightly; like that book, it's a formally perfect and emotionally rich journey that should be held up as an example of what the medium of the novel is capable of. I'm beyond excited for what Kwon will do next. Grade: A

Music

Frances Quinlan - Likewise (2020)
In her solo venture, Hop Along's Frances Quinlan finds a playful, literate sound that's reminiscent of those mid-2000s ladies like Regina Spektor or Kate Nash, only replacing those artist's baroque tendencies with a kind of indie singer-songwriter sensibility. It's immanently catchy and listenable, and I've probably spent more time with this album than any other record released this year, even though it probably isn't even my favorite of the year so far. Good stuff. Grade: B+

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Mini Reviews for March 23-29, 2020

Quarantine, Week 3: Let me out.

Movies

Bisbee '17 (2018)
A documentary that asks the descendants of those involved in the Bisbee Deportation to participate in a recreation of that event on its centennial. If I hadn't seen The Act of Killing, I would say this is probably the most innovative use of reenactment in a documentary since Errol Morris's Thin Blue Line, but given the existence of The Act of Killing, it becomes kind of clear that this is the exact intersection between The Act of Killing and Errol Morris, which is fine but also feels a little thinner than it should in comparison to those heavyweights; specifically, I would have liked to see more of the movie dedicated to showing the aftermath of the reenactment itself, since that's where the movie's thesis—that of what it means for a community to confront its collective memory (or collective amnesia, in this case) of an atrocity. But oh boy, is this an atrocity, and there's an inherent power in the documentary wrestling with it at all. I had zero knowledge of the Bisbee Deportation before watching this movie, and apparently a good portion of contemporary Bisbee residents didn't either, which might be one of the starker and more effective points this movie makes about the barriers to even getting a community (much less an entire country) to reckon with its own relatively recent horrors. There's this one part where one of the Bisbee residents rants about how nobody teaches labor history in schools, which is a point that I 100% felt as someone living in a modern Appalachia that has all but erased its considerable history in the labor movement. It is a damning indictment of the way we Americans are taught history that I learned more about the lives of Thomas Edison and Henry Ford—hell, about medieval England—than I did the entire labor movement, a movement that reached its height during a generation that has not yet completely died out, a movement whose outcomes shaped contemporary life as much as either of the World Wars. The movie strains to connect the Bisbee Deportation with the Trump-era immigration crisis, but there's a subtler point being made here, that much as Bisbee itself can't reckon with an injustice it refuses to acknowledge, a nation without a past is doomed to live in the unsustainable fantasies that historical amnesia grants. Grade: B+

Gnomeo & Juliet (2011)
Despite teaching it every semester to my students, I really don't have any special affection for Romeo and Juliet, which I would put easily in the bottom half of Shakespeare's output. So it's not so much that this defiles a sacred masterpiece as it is that this movie just sucks. Points for pissing on the piety toward Shakespeare's genius, further points for playing up how horny the Nurse (who is a thicc frog here, natch) is for Paris; but negative points for all the dumb pop culture references and especially negative points for that American Beauty homage. Also really not sure what to do with the "When She Loved Me"-esque flashback involving the flamingo (who is Friar Laurence... I think?). Near the end of the original Shakespeare version, the Prince declares, "Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished." I don't know if I'm feeling quite so magnanimous. Punish all those involved, I say—especially you, Sir Elton John, Executive Producer. Grade: C-

Sita Sings the Blues (2008)
I really wanted to love this creative re-telling of the Ramayana. There is some really inspired stuff here—the animation is very good (particularly the couple of wordless psychedelic musical sequences, which go hard), and the device of having some Adventures of Prince Achmed-style shadow puppets give a stammering, off-the-cuff narration the story, each narrator remembering the story a little differently and occasionally disagreeing on the subtext, is very clever and yields some very good bits. I would have actually loved if the movie were just that. But then you've got the director's autobiographical sections, which, in addition to my misgivings about the cultural dimensions of this (a Western, white woman revising an important text from an Eastern culture in order to reflect over her own life—ehhh), is far and away the weakest material in the movie. And about Sita singing those blues: having Sita sing Annette Hanshaw songs is pretty fun, but by the end of the movie, it's clearly become a way to pad out the movie's already svelte runtime, and it definitely got thin. But I really do like the animation, so I'm letting that coast this movie into a vaguely positive rating. Grade: B-

Down with Love (2003)
A pitch-perfect pastiche/parody of an early '60s romantic comedy—only with the added benefit of actually being funner, more clever, and more visually engaging than any '60s comedy of this ilk I've ever seen. Clever screenplay, relentlessly clever visuals (the split-screen "sex" scene is maybe the hardest I've laughed in a movie in a year—ditto for the sublime visual gag of Paulson and Zellweger taking off their coats to reveal cocktail dresses matching each other's jackets). I have literally no idea why this isn't as well regarded as, say, The Man Who Wasn't There, to name another Classical Hollywood pastiche from the early 2000s, except that I guess rom-coms aren't as lionized a genre as noir. I would be interested in how this movie would be received if it were released now, in a post-The Artist, post-La La Land world, where people seem to be more willing both to engage with pastiche as art and also with supposedly "dated" Hollywood formats. Grade: A

Speed (1994)
One of the very best American action films of an era that produced an uncanny number of great American action films. Also a really great example of collective urbanism: a whole city coming together to make sure that a bus can go as fast as it can. In fact, once he gets on the bus, I don't think Keanu uses a private vehicle for the rest of the movie, which, by a certain metric, makes this the greatest movie of all time. He cheats a little by having the ambulance take him to the metro stop, but hey, this is America—a land where it is seemingly too much to ask for bus routes to actually connect to metro stops. Grade: A



Tammy and the T-Rex (1994)
Just a li'l old movie about a girl and her animatronic dinosaur boyfriend. You know, one of those. Tammy and the T-Rex probably prefigures the post-MST3K "intentionally so bad it's good" wave of the 2000s wherein a knowingly ridiculous premise is exploited for ironic yucks, e.g. Sharknado—only critically, this movie remembers that without some kind of sui generis innocent vision a la The Room or Plan 9 from Outer Space, "so bad it's good" still needs to be, ya know, good on some level. And oh boy, is this good. The gore effects are both ludicrous and enthusiastic, the plotting is brisk and surprising, and the acting is across-the-board excellent at bringing a professional sheen to a camp tone reminiscent of a goofy community theater troupe, particularly Denise Richards, who maybe gives the performance of her career here. Also, this is by the director of Mac and Me... does this mean I should listen to Paul Rudd and watch Mac and Me after all? Grade: A-

Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers (1988)
The most overtly goofy and sloppy of the Michael Myers Halloween movies I've seen so far (we'll just let that third one be its own thing). Scene by scene, this movie's tone slips wildly from something that's just kind of fluffy (the teen relationship drama) to some astoundingly mean character moments (the bullies laughing at Laurie's kid because she's an orphan... I mean, golly) to some almost over-the-top gore (someone gets stabbed... with a shotgun barrel). There's also the completely unremarked-upon scene with the alcoholic doomsday preacher that gives Loomis a ride into town, which is itself a sort of masterclass in wtf-ery as well as one-and-done character work. And also, there's a redneck militia in Hadonfield now? But it's all kind of fun in a way that the other direct sequel I've seen, Halloween II, was not, and the final twenty minutes or so do an admirable job of jettisoning all the goofy stuff to make room for a seriously bleak and lean finale—probably the best sustained Michael action the series has seen since the first movie. It's a largely dysfunctional movie, but I had a good time. Grade: B

Music

Talking Heads - True Stories (1986)
Finds Talking Heads basically in full pop mode, which isn't necessarily a bad thing (I'm a big fan of Little Creatures), but this is a pretty mediocre effort at that sound. "Puzzlin' Evidence" is a good Stop Making Sense-style rocker, and "Wild Wild Life" is probably the best pop Talking Heads on the album. The rest of the record is fine but forgettable, though, and the last three tracks in particular are just snoozers. Thin lyrics, thin sound. Nothing's terrible, but very little is great. Grade: B-