Showing posts with label Jordan Peele. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 31, 2022

Mini Reviews for July 18 - 31, 2022

Announcement! My wife and I started a podcast! The basic idea is that we're reading through each book that's won a Newbery Medal and then discussing each one. I know I don't review a ton of books on this blog, especially children's books, but if that sounds at all interesting to you, here's the link!

Movies

Nope (2022)
I've seen people complain that this movie has a messy structure and an overcooked screenplay, and while I guess I theoretically understand why they'd say that (it definitely feels like we're seeing either too much or too little of Steven Yeun's character, and this movie is biting off a lot thematically with all of its "society of the spectacle" + limits of anthropomorphism stuff), I was captivated the whole time here. I'm an easy target for UFO thrillers, but even so, the specific ways in which Jordan Peele approaches that topic makes it feel like he was interested in all the same weirdo Americana stuff that I was growing up, and combine that with his Shyamalan-esque "just go for it, dude" conceptual unself-consciousness and his formidable formal command, and you've got a movie that's pretty specifically calibrated to my precise wavelength. I just thought this was a crackjack time at the movies. Also, re: the dense web of metaphors and thematic threads that a lot of people have found overdetermined and overbearing—I guess I have incurable English-teacher brain, but I thought that was fun! Grade: A-

The Bad Guys (2022)
Of all the major studios, DreamWorks is still doing the most interesting things with CG animation. It's a fairly paint-by-numbers heist film with a villain "reveal" that's even got to be obvious to the kids who make up the film's target audience, but at this point, I ain't watching DreamWorks animated movies for the plot: this has an intensely cool style that basically mixes 3D animation with some intentionally flat texturing and broad color work that make it look like computer-assisted cel animation of the kind you might have seen in the late '90s, or maybe even a digitally-inked comic book set in motion. Slick, but in a way that leaves room for play and invention. With any luck, one of these days, DreamWorks is going to get their hands on a front-to-back legitimately great screenplay and make the greatest mainstream animated feature of the decade. Until then, at least they're pushing the medium forward aesthetically. Grade: B

Because of Winn-Dixie (2005)
Softballs everything you would expect a mid-2000s family film set in the small-town South to (e.g. entirely benign Baptists, zero racial tensions), but its sense of place is really terrific—the movie nails the feel of that specific small-town window of the post-industrial, post-NAFTA but pre-"everything is just a fast food franchise or gas station" milieu: crumbling, half-vacant main street full of old-timers desperately clinging onto what remains of the idiosyncratic life their town once had. Some real grit at the margins of each shot. It's also surprisingly melancholy for a movie about a dog curing everyone's malaise. Credit to two strong central performances from Jeff Daniels and AnnaSophia Robb; the movie's deep undercurrent of sadness is simple but never calculated in their hands, which almost never happens with "single-dad reconnects with daughter" movies like this. Similar to its rendering of the setting, the movie's characterization of their relationship (and their shared but at times incompatible grief over the wife/mother who left them) is not particularly difficult, but it's so purely and effectively felt that it doesn't matter if the brush is broad. It's easy to say this a lot because major studios really only make like two or three types of movies nowadays, but they really don't make movies like this anymore, which is normally not something I would mourn (who misses the sappy family film?) but this movie's a great example of what we've lost by removing the possibility of the once-in-a-blue-moon successful product of this little genre. Grade: B

Cartoon Noir (1999)
More of an anthology of previously released animated shorts than it is a fully original movie on its own, and Only one of the shorts in the anthology has anything even resembling film noir ("Tale About the Cat and the Moon"). So anyway, here's a ranking of the shorts, sorted by favorite to least-favorite. "Abductees" is far and away the best here, a real masterpiece and also one of the best pieces of UFO media I've ever seen, but all the films are great. Feature-length adult animation has always had a spotty track record, so shorts are where it's at. There should be more compilations like this: NOW That's What I Call Music!, only for experimental adult animation.
    1. "Abductees" (1995, dir. Paul Vester)
    2. "A Gentle Spirit" ("Lagodna") (1987, dir. Piotr Dumała)
    3. "Joy Street" (1995, dir. Suzan Pitt)
    4. "Ape" (1992, dir. Julie Zammarchi)
    5. "Tale About the Cat and the Moon" ("Estória do Gato e da Lua") (1997, dir. Pedro Serrazina)
    6. "Club of the Laid Off" ("Klub odložených") (1989, dir. Jiří Barta)
Grade: B+

The Hole (洞) (1998)
For as much as this depicts misery and squalor (a crumbling city, endless rain, isolation in a pandemic [yike]), I found this to be deeply beautiful and human and even sweet. I have no idea how this would have played for me before having gone through several years of a pandemic characterizes by intermittent houseboundness and relative isolation (I at least have family at home), but the alienation these two characters feel from the broader world as well as the desperation with which they eventually cling to each other—right up to that transcendent ending in which the distance between the two is recklessly, compassionately pulled away—had me tearing up. I also watched it with my three-year-old, and that kind of drove home how lucky anyone is to have another person in their life who cares about that. I have no idea what he thought about it, he did watch quietly all the way through to the end (it was better than the alternative, I guess, i.e. taking a nap). His lone comment: "That's a lot of rain." Grade: A

Fatal Attraction (1987)
Flagrantly misogynist, which kind of comes with the territory, and for as much fun as Glenn Close has, it sometimes feels like she's hemmed in a bit. Some parts are weirdly slow, too, as if the movie can't make up its mind how artful it wants to be. Still, there's some good, nasty fun to be had once this gets cooking (er... literally in the case of that poor bunny). I think my problem is that I want to find an erotic thriller that is as good as Gone Girl, and maybe there just isn't one. Grade: B-

 

 

 

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965)
Good fun for the most part, and not nearly as smutty as I'd been led to believe. The opening and closing are great, but it does get somewhat draggy in the middle. Except for the beautiful women, it kinda feels like John Waters took everything I love about this movie—the dialogue, the arch line deliveries, the post-morality ethos, the sheer camp of it all—and nuclear-charged them, making much more front-to-back engaging (not to mention truly smutty) movies in the process, but you've got to respect an original, and compared to Waters's films, this movie is shockingly competent in the technical department. It's also glaringly obvious how much Quentin Tarantino loves this movie, too, though he kinda takes the opposite tact of Waters, making slicker and less weird versions of this movie. Grade: B

 

I Am Cuba (Soy Cuba) (1964)
As is to be expected with Mikhail Kalatozov directing, this movie is visually stunning, with a camera that's practically taken flight, swooping and panning madly in a seeming attempt to take in every possible bit of scenery and human life in each scene. It's incredible. It's also great at being an anthology film, with only the last segment falling flat (the one with the guy who initially declines to join the revolution, which only really fails because of its leaden didacticism, since the film style is still as vibrant as ever). It's also nice that this movie is actually hopeful; the other two Kalatozov features I've seen, The Cranes Are Flying and Letter Never Sent, are both major bummers, which parallels the anachronistic creep of pessimism that hangs over every Soviet film because I know that that state will eventually fail. Cuba, on the other hand, for all its problems, remains a relative beacon for leftists worldwide as a socialist project that hasn't collapsed on itself or been undone by counterrevolutions (though not for lack of trying, of course), so it feels poetic to me that a film full of such national optimism in the radical then-present remains uplifting to a certain extent to this day. This is probably not exactly the right word for a movie that is pointedly agitprop, but it's almost sweet how much this loves the concept of a revolutionary Cuba. Grade: A-

Accattone (1961)
This mostly just seemed bleak. I was intrigued by the dream(?) sequence at the end, but overall, I'm not 100% sure what I'm supposed to get out of this, which is weird because the subsequent Pier Paolo Pasolini movies have, whatever their faults, crystal-clear intentions. Part of this must, as always, be chalked up to the fact that I simply don't know as much about mid-century Italian history as I need to to get the most out of the Neo-Realist films I've watched. But also, probably the biggest reason I don't know what to do with this movie is that the version I watched had absolutely terrible white subtitles that were illegible 30-40% of the time (they were hard-coded into the film, too). I really owe it to this movie to rewatch on a better transfer. Grade: C

 

Television

Russian Doll, Season 2 (2022)
Russian Doll, a kind of perfect little one-off jewel, didn't really need a second season, something I'm still confident of even after having watched this crazy-ambitious, wonderfully weird second season. But since we got one, at least it's good. After the first season, there really wasn't a ton left to do with the "Groundhog Day, but with NYC-based mystical stuff," so it makes sense that we'd get a different time problem here: this time, Natasha Lyonn's Nadia discovers that a train that takes her back to 1982, where she inhabits the body of her mother. At least, that's initially what the concept is. What it eventually becomes is an epic that spans generations and continents, leaning even more into the mystical stuff from the first season in order to spin a yarn about fate and the fundamental traumas at the root of family mythologies. It's considerably messier than Season One, and it's clear that the show doesn't have a clue what to do with Charlie Barnett's character here, who gets some tantalizing but underexplored threads that don't end up earning where his story eventually goes. But even so, the show can still be very funny and unexpectedly moving, and Lyonn's performance, which masterfully dances around but never lands on shtick, is still riveting. Honestly, I'm cool just hanging with Nadia while weird stuff happens. It seems that as long as this show lasts (Lyonn has indicated in some interviews that there will be a third season), we're at least always going to get that. Grade: B+

 

Books

Strawberry Girl by Lois Lenski (1945)
At times really well-observed literary realism, at other times tediously moralized. I read this for the podcast, so keep an eye out for the episode if you're interested in more fleshed-out thoughts. Grade: B-

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Favorite Movies of 2019

2019 sucked. It sucked on a personal level for me and my family, it sucked on a national level, it sucked on a global level.

My son was born, though, which is just such a wonderful ray of positivity in my life while at the same time ushering in a kind of mournfulness for him and the world he will inherit from my generation and the ones prior. I want my son to have a world full of joy and beauty, and while certainly those things will persist, they will do so alongside God only knows what horrible inheritance of the modern age. But in the absence of a material reality that's going to leave a more beautiful world for my son, there is at least art and the legacy it can leave on the human earth for my son to encounter, and readers, you all know that the cinematic arts are near and dear to my heart.

So here are my favorite movies of the year. When my son asks me about this year (if he cares to—and honestly, why would he? I certainly wouldn't want to hear about 2019), I'll have to tell him about children in cages and my brother's death and my grandfather's decline and Jeff Bezos hoarding his billions like a really boring version of a fairy tale dragon. But I also hope to be able to tell him about what made me feel awe and wonder and that rush of being alive, and these movies will undoubtedly be a part of that.

Anyway, enough hand-wringing. Here's the list. As always, it's limited to movie that had either a streaming or theatrical release in the United States during 2019. Also limited to the movies I actually had a chance to see in 2019. So before you ask, no, I didn't get to see Knives Out or Rise of Skywalker.

Also, don't forget about my Favorite Music of 2019 post, in case you missed it and are interested!

Favorite Movies

1. Long Day's Journey Into Night
Filmmakers have long compared cinema to dreaming, but when the protagonist of Bi Gan's towering Long Day's Journey Into Night falls asleep, it results in one of the most thrilling and transporting sequences of film I've ever seen: an hour-long single take that affirms that filmmaking is the nexus between waking and dreaming, heaven and earth. The movie is one half mystery and one half that dream sequence, and honestly, I couldn't describe much more about the opaque plot. But it doesn't matter when it's composed of some of the most dazzling minutes of film ever. The Wizard of Oz for the arthouse. This is why I love movies.

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2. The Lighthouse
Both an unsettling dream of a film and also the funniest comedy of the year. Melville meets Beckett meets whatever strange thought is in director Robert Eggers's head. Willem Dafoe is mesmerizing. The cinematography is lush. The Lighthouse is God. Why'd ya spill yer beans?

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3. Little Women
The kind of movie that makes you glad you were alive to see it. I wouldn't be surprised if after repeat viewings, this became my favorite movie of this year.

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4. The Irishman
Scorsese's death-obsessed swan song for the modern gangster genre is one of the man's best. Like Silence a few years ago, it's about grasping for God and some sense of meaning within a life that has caused immeasurable suffering and resulted in crushing isolation: a bleak rumination on fevered and heartbreaking memories that try desperately (and unsuccessfully) to obscure the wasted life and rotten soul of the protagonist.

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5. Uncut Gems
The most intense movie on this list by far. Adam Sandler's turn as a jeweler who pays his debts with gamble upon gamble is one of the more visceral depictions of the aftershocks of the Great Recession put onscreen (the movie takes place in 2012), Darius Khondji's grainy, nervous cinematography and Daniel Lopatin's relentless, pulsing score highlighting the sweaty desperation of Sandler's character. It's a movie of almost transcendent griminess, and when it reaches its inevitable, heart-stopping conclusion, you'll realize you haven't taken a breath for two hours.

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6. Parasite
Twisty and tense, provocative in its ideas—Gatsby-esque in its critique of capitalism and the pretensions of the upper class, Hitchcock-esque in its propulsive, deadpan drive.

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7. Hustlers
The best mainstream Hollywood release of the year (if we don't count Little Women); the best Goodfellas riff since the OG itself; a rip-roaring heist film by way of a female friendship dramedy. A lot of the movies on my list appeal pretty much to my own niche set of interests, and Hustlers does that, too, but it's also far and away the biggest crowdpleaser of all ten here. I can't say enough good things about it.

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8. Her Smell
Terrible title. Good movie. I can't think of a "rise and fall and rise of a musician" movie that does that arc more effectively than this one. One of Alex Ross Perry's best.

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9. Us
Get Out's messier, more ambitious younger sibling. There's an intensity to the sheer commitment to its host of wild ideas, and the resulting movie is breathtaking in its scope. Jordan Peele's got it, that mad Twilight Zone energy. Lupita Nyong'o's got them, the best performance(s) of the year.

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10. Transit
Transit takes a WWII novel and transplants it into contemporary Europe, provoking questions like: What if there were Nazis in 2019? What if they marched through the streets to round up refugees? What if they didn't wear swastikas and stuff and instead just had on riot gear and police uniforms? Weird, right? Guess we'll never know what that would be like.

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Appendix: Miscellaneous Movies Also Worth Noting

Best Screenplay: High Flying Bird—I'm pretty sure it's Little Women. But if it isn't Little Women, then it's certainly Tarell Alvin McCraney's electric writing on High Flying Bird. And I don't even follow basketball.

Best Florence Pugh in a Flower Crown: Midsommar—Again, this maybe should go to Little Women. But this one gets bonus points for putting Pugh in a flower dress, too. I admire the commitment to the bit.

Best Action: John Wick 3: Parabellum—I mean, it's John Wick. He has a fight on top of a galloping horse.


Animated Corner Award: I Lost My Body—At least among the ones I saw, 2019 was a distressingly weak year for animated movies, hence nothing making my top 10. But animation is also the thing I love most about cinema, so I feel weird leaving it off completely, so here's this movie that was interesting but that I wasn't super enthusiastic about.

Documentary Corner Award: Apollo 11—On the other hand, this was a tremendous year for documentaries (honestly, a great decade for documentaries, which is a relief after the 2000s were a nadir for the form), and Apollo 11, the movie made of mostly previously unseen footage of the original moonshot, is the very best. Its focus on the mundane details of the mission and the spaces around its most famous moments cut through the cultural mythology of the event and emphasis just what a jaw-dropping feat of engineering and physical dexterity landing on the moon was. Stunning.

"Documentary" Corner Award: Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story—Too good not to include, too fake to call a documentary.

Concert Documentary Award: Homecoming: A Film by Beyoncé—Completely thrillingly assembled footage of the instantly iconic "Beychella" performances. It also probably belongs alongside Rolling Thunder Revue in its work in furthering the mythologizing of its central artist.

Best Outer Space Award: Ad Astra—2019 was a really tremendous year for space movies. If you're looking for "hard sci-fi," you can't get much better than this movie's rigorously thoughtful, realistic depiction of near-future space travel.

Best Philosophical Implications of Outer Space: High Life—I wrote about this at length for Cinematary, if you want to read that.

Best Conspiracy: Under the Silver Lake—A conspiracy film for the internet era. The biggest conspiracy of them all is that you're inventing it all yourself. Facts may not care about your feelings, but what if they also don't care about making any coherent sense?

Best Ghost Story: Atlantics—It's kind of a ghost story. I dunno. See it yourself and find out.

Best UFO Enthusiast: Ash Is Purest White—You'll know him when you see him.

"More People Should See This" Award: Greta—Don't remember too many people talking about this thriller, but it's a good one. Go see it!

"Thank Goodness I Don't Live In Florida" Award: Crawl—Hurricanes? Alligators? No thanks.

"Nope, Florida's Still Not Worth It" Award: Beach Bum—Not even a ridiculously fun Matthew McConaughey performance and some really cool cinematography can make this place somewhere I want to be. Plus: SHARKS??

"You Do You, Man" Award: Glass—M. Night Shyamalan is just doing his thing, and this year "his thing" was making a logically suspect, bizarrely paced mythological elevation of the Avengers. It's very odd, it's not really that good, and it's entirely a Shyamalan joint. Glad our test-grouped-to-death corporate blockbuster age somehow made room for a movie like this.

Least-Favorite Trend of the Year: "Hello, my name is the Walt Disney Company! Remember that thing of ours that you like? We're here to make it worse!"

Worst Disney: Dumbo—A very crowded field; I can't remember a year in which I found so little to like among the corporate titan's film output. And I didn't even get a chance to see The Lion King. But this completely misbegotten live-action adaptation of the bona fide animated classic gets the dubious honor as my least-favorite out of a whole host of rotten.

Worst Movie of the Year: Climax—Gaspar Noé can go sit on a tack. An LSD-laced tack.

Best Non-2019 Movie I Saw for the First Time in 2019: Dusty Stacks of Mom: The Poster Project—Jodie Mack's beautiful, idiosyncratic, personal re-interpretation of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, by way of the collapse of her mother's poster business. It's basically perfect, and while it's devilishly hard to track down, if you can do it, DO IT. It's so great.

Sunday, March 31, 2019

Mini Reviews for March 25-31, 2019

It's the end of the month, so you know what that means: a hodgepodge of all the stuff expiring from Netflix!

Movies

Us (2019)
Us is bigger and much weirder than Get Out, which is both a blessing and a curse; Get Out felt, to me anyway, like a pretty conventional movie, just done extremely well and helmed by a writer/director with an extremely sharp thematic eye. Which is great—I love conventional movies done well. But it also meant that Get Out could only take us so far and surprise us so much; its convention placed something of a cap to where the movie could go. For better or for worse (mostly better), Us is much less beholden to convention than its predecessor. Parts of it flirt with established norms: for example, the middle (and best) section of the film is something like a home-invasion thriller; but even then, the genre conventions are filtered through the sensibilities of, like, a Borges short story, or at least the very weirdest, most inscrutable episodes of The Twilight Zone, and taken as a whole, the way the movie houses under one roof all these various individually familiar setpieces just makes Us feel all the more alien for the mix-and-match juxtaposition of genre modes. Which is to say, after a certain point, I had no clue where this movie was going, and that was exhilarating. Sure, the social commentary is a lot more opaque (or convoluted, depending on how charitable we're willing to be—that's the curse part) than Get Out's clean precision, if you want to engage with anything besides the most obvious class-based interpretation the plot offers, and without a doubt the film bites off way more than it can chew. But I dunno, there's this mad-scientist energy to this movie that reminds me of M. Night Shyamalan's output immediately following his first trio of conventionally successful films that I find very compelling; this is definitely from the same place of breathlessly inventive intellectual and artistic hubris that gave us The Village and Lady in the Water, which is sure to make Us divisive. However, the movie technically and dramatically holds together far more effectively than Lady (I wouldn't be surprised if Us is the best-looking film of 2019—this is a huge aesthetic step forward for Peele), and its core ideas are far stranger and more nightmarish and interesting than either of those Shyamalan films. Plus, Shyamalan never found a performance nearly so titanic and riveting as Lupita Nyong'o's here—I worry that Nyong'o faces the same fate as Toni Collette last year, where a career-best, Oscar-worthy performance gets forgotten because of its centrality to a messy, divisive mid-year genre flick. But make no mistake: she's amazing. Come to think of it, Shyamalan never really got a performance quite as good as Tim Heidecker's here either, a deeply douchey comedic role that recalls what Joaquin Phoenix was going for in Signs until Heidecker's leaves that all behind with a transcendently funny physical performance in the film's back half—probably the hardest I laughed in the whole movie. Anyway, your mileage may vary on the film as a whole, but hopefully we can all agree that this is a Movie To Contend With. Grade: A-

The Grand Bizarre (2018)
Though Jodie Mack's exquisitely tactile, stop-motion approach to filmmaking remains after Dusty Stacks of Mom (the other feature of hers I've seen), there are times when The Grand Bizarre feels almost like a video essay on the role of textiles as a sort of skeleton key to modern life. Mack's rapid montage finds lots of visual and conceptual analogies to fabric—modern agriculture, binary computer code, circuitry, shipping yards, alphabets—implying that the same key idea lies behind them all and thus describes the progress of human technology writ large. It's a fascinating little bit of implied anthropology, but also, this movie's just a lot of fun on a sensual level. Music and images collide in that typically playful Mack fashion; little visual jokes imbue the experience with a levity uncommon at this level of avant-garde abstraction. I can't say I'm an expert on experimental film, but based on what I've seen, Jodie Mack is definitely the most fun corner of that world. Grade: B+

The Birth of Saké (2015)
The text of this movie is a pretty standard documentary, chronicling the process and struggles of the workers at the legacy Tedorigawa Brewery. But the form—my goodness, the form. The Birth of Saké is organized around the pure texture of saké brewing at least as much as it is the typical talking heads, and long sections of the film consist only of a saké recipe being read over loving, languishing shots of the brewing process in action. The experience of these sections is hushed, tactile, and mesmerizing. The director, Erik Shirai, is a cinematographer by trade, so the obsession with aestheticized process isn't surprising. But it is beautiful. Grade: B+



Billy Madison (1995)
There's a lot of "yikes" in this movie, from the persistent fat-shaming to the undercurrent of ableism. It's probably worst when some kid tells Billy to touch his teacher's chest, and Billy says, "That would be assault!" before being convinced by a double-dog dare to do it anyway—and then this somehow leads to a cute romantic interest. So yeah. There's all that. And it's bad. But hand to God, this would probably be a four-star movie for me without that. It's all just so dementedly weird and inventive, from the strange runners like the banana peel and the clown and Norm Macdonald/Mark Beltzman's absurdly clueless characters to the one-off things like the musical sequence and to the personified shampoo/conditioner argument. I could actually take or leave Sandler's central performance, to be honest (it never quite figures out what it intends to be, shifting incongruously from mode to mode, like a gas filling whatever container it finds itself in), but the rest of the movie is stuffed with indelible comedic acting, too—my favorite being Bradley Whitford, who takes the typical '90s-family-movie-villain tics and dials them up into something transcendently dickish. I'm really caught off-guard by it all, the life and personality that suffuses this movie. I remember hating this stuff when I was younger. Is this what it means to grow up? Measuredly enjoying an Adam Sandler movie? Grade: B-

Lessons of Darkness (Lektionen in Finsternis) (1992)
In the wake of the Gulf War, Werner Herzog recontextualizes Kuwait's devastated oil fields as a literally biblical apocalypse. This film's images—consisting almost entirely of impossibly large pools of oil stretching from horizon to horizon and impossibly tall geysers of oil rocketing up into the sky (often aflame)—makes it hard to argue with Herzog's mythic scale. Even today, there's not a lot of media contending with the legacy of Desert Storm, which means that Herzog's take on it remains somewhat definitive. I'm not sure how I feel about that. There's a sort of terrifying admiration of the sheer magnitude of the destruction caused, terrifying both that destruction on such a cataclysmic scale could happen and that human nature is such that admiration is the involuntary response to such titanic acts of catastrophe when human beings are responsible. Lessons of Darkness finds the bleak intersection between the typical Herzogian "outsider" protagonist and war hawks, which is its own sort of terror in and of itself. Grade: A-

Stripes (1981)
There was a really promising twenty minutes or so there at the beginning of the movie where Bill Murray and Harold Ramis are just these loser dudes palling around NYC, and it felt like a proto-Apatow thing, only with tightly scripted jokes, so, you know, better than Apatow. But then they join the army, and the movie fulfills its Apatow promise by promptly turning into an aimless, overlong, slackly improvised mess—only Apatow movies usually have, like, ideas, man. This has absolutely nothing. It's not really mocking the pieties of the U.S. military (what I was expecting) or even telling jokes in the traditional sense. It's just Bill Murray doing his old weird, camera-mugging shtick, just this time in boot camp. Plus all the requisite sexism and ridiculous, leering female nudity of your typical '80s comedy, of course—foolishly, I'd hoped to avoid that by being so early in the '80s, but alas, male chauvinism is the flavor of all corners of American cinema's worst decade. I dunno why I even watched this except for my perverse adult impulse to seek out all the movies I saw glimpses of on cable or box art of in some video rental store when I was a kid and my parents were all like "Nooooo" and changed the channel or redirected me back toward The Pagemaster at Blockbuster. My parents were right an astounding number of times, I have to admit. Grade: C-

Flaming Creatures (1963)
A mid-century free-associative wet dream by way of a nightmare. Some of this is pretty tedious in its abstraction and poor image quality, made all the more tedious by the sometimes incomprehensible YouTube rip I watched this on. Nevertheless, the way that the sexual imagery mixes with weird cultural flotsam makes for occasionally transcendent moments (like the lipstick commercial parody, or the exuberant intrusion of "Be-Bop-A-Lula" near the movie's end), and that juxtaposition goes a long way toward evoking pretty viscerally the ways in which normative mainstream culture can feel so suffocating—all the more so, I'd imagine, for queer Americans in the early '60s. Grade: C+


Music

RAP - Export (2019)
Thoughtful, mildly experimental electronica that occasionally bursts into other genres like chamber music or, in its final track, New-Order-style dance-pop. I like it. The beats sound interesting, and I wouldn't be surprised if the samples had been recorded in some pretty unconventional ways. But I should probably learn all the subgenres of electronic music so I can more precisely describe this music. Grade: B