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Though I haven’t seen his newest film, one thing that my experience with his four earlier films has unequivocally shown me about Wes Anderson is that each of his films is better that the previous one. Case in Point? The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. Not only is it the best film of his that I have seen, it is certainly also in my list of top hundred favorite movies. What does it have going that makes it so great? A lot… It features: Yet another great role for Bill Murray in this, “senior statesman does indie” phase of his career, a great soundtrack that is not only fairly original but quite fetching and very well placed (primarily consisting of Mark Mothersbaugh music and Seu Jorge’s Portuguese covers of Bowie songs, two of the handful of major actress that I actually like (Angelica Houston and Cate Blanchett), Willem Defoe and Jeff Goldblum in some of their best roles, a great bunch of sets (the cut-away ship still makes a big impression on me, even my third time through the movie), a great story, pirates and, not only Michael Gambon but also Bud Cort as the Bond Company Stooge (the only appearance of his I have seen aside from Harold and Maude)! All in all a fun band of characters out on a ridiculous mission.

The Life Aquatic is the story of Steve Zissou, an oceanographer and filmmaker (in the mold of Jacques Cousteau) who is rather incompetent and is on the verge of being washed up when his chief partner is killed by a mysterious “shark”. Zissou decides to make his next project the pursuit and destruction of this animal. Joined by Owen Wilson (who may be his son), and having to contend with his wife (who has been the brains behind his career and who was/is involved with his rival…), Hennessy (an arrogant explorer who hogs all of the grant money) and a reporter who is writing a piece on him that may or may not turn out to be positive. He takes his crew on an adventure that goes wrong in every way possible with misadventure around every corner, an awkward love triangle, not enough funding and pirates! All in the hopes of getting some vengeance and restarting his career.

Oh, and did I mention how great the life-size cut-away ship is?

In the same vein (sort of) we watched Explorers. One of my favorite kids movies. It stars young Ethan Hawke and River Phoenix as two of three boys who discover, via Tron-like dreams, a plan for a circuit board. Making this board gives them a wonderful little device that enables them to travel wherever they want to. Of course, as in The Last Starfighter and This Island Earth, the dream is a set up by aliens to establish contact with appropriate earthlings. One of the few movies with kids as main characters that I can stand, as they aren’t as terribly portrayed as usual. In fact, they are pretty well and it is the non-kid characters that come across as ridiculous… Especially the aliens (um, spoiler) who are done in a way that would seem somewhat clever and fun if it wasn’t overdone to the extent that it is. But all in all, a fun kids movie that is reminiscent of The Goonies.

Six weeks with nary an update? What have I been up to all of this time? Well, I will use my cross-country move this month as an excuse (Oregon to Vermont, for those who don’t know). But now that I am all done moving, all settled in and unemployed… It leaves me little excuse not to catch up with my movies. But one thing that I noticed… I canceled my old internet account (15 or so years seems enough), without realizing that a lot of the screen shots on this blog were actually stored there. So any posts from March 2007 or before may not have any images now! I don’t know if I will re-upload them, as I don’t know if anyone even looks at posts over a year and a half old anyway… But I did lose some Russ Meyer caps, so we’ll have to see. Anyway to things somewhat more recent, though still dating back a ways.

Some months back I watched Layer Cake. It seems odd that I hadn’t brought it up yet, but that does seem to be the case. Regardless,  I had not originally been interested as I assumed that it was just another new thing on par with those recent remakes of old British crime movies. But no, I was wrong. it’s actually pretty great. It was the first (and so far, only) movie I’d seen with Daniel Craig and it was all around enjoyable. And it makes yet another great British crime movie, this time with the always engaging story of an old pro who wants to make his last big score and go straight. Of course, there are forcing acting against our unnamed protagonist to stop him from getting straight… And they involve terrible double-crossings, Serbians, Ecstasy (with an X) some great violence and a great twist that I didn’t see coming at all. In addition to a great job by Craig, it also features great roles for Colm Meaney and Michael Gambon. Highly recommended.

We also watched one that we had queued forever, as it sounded like something that we would want to see, but didn’t know if we would ever get around to it. Well, we did. The Straight Story. I dunno. it was charming great and fun, not much else to say about it. One of those based on a true story of a man who travels hundreds of miles down the highway on a riding mower to see his estranged and dying brother. So you see lots of scenes of his nay-sayers at the beginning, and spend lots of time watching his rather slow progress. But it’s a sweet, if a little odd, story.

We also watched Once. A charming love story about musicians… I know that sounds terrible, but it actually isn’t. A street musician in Dublin meets a girl and they start an awkward relationship as he tries to put together a good demo.

And then The Diving Bell and The Butterfly. Another one based on a true story, this time about the editor of Elle who was felled by a terrible stroke that left him unable to do much of anything except for blink. Using his blinking eye, he dictated a book and this is the story of how that came about. It is filmed from his perspective and it includes interactions with visitors and therapists and his fantasies, memories and dreams. It is a fascinating story, that could seem terrible if it wasn’t so well portrayed. As is, it seems more uplifting and invigorating then depressing. His writings and thoughts are very intelligent and thoughtful and the movie is incredibly well shot. it is just a great film that is very engrossing, though-provoking and wonderful to watch.

Then in the self-biography vein, we watched 51 Birch Street. Another one of those documentaries where there was a family member who had a long history of filming the family, and then something happened. In this case, it was a son who filmed his parents. His mother who he was very close with and his father, who he was not. When his mother died suddenly, his father quickly hooks up with an old secretary of his from decades back and they decide to get married and he sells the family home. It is basically the son using his old footage and some new footage to understand how his father could move on so quickly from the death of his wife of over fifty years and leave the home that had been the family home for so long.

My god, where have I been? Well, really just right here. But I am approaching a 3000-plus mile cross country move and though I haven’t really done much towards it yet, and it has not prevented me from doing some movie watching (or endlessly messing around with my new account at last.fm), it is disturbing to my routine and the blogs have again fallen way behind. So I’m just going to put Tentacles Of Whorror on the stereo, grab a big glass of Russian River’s “Pliny the Elder” and get to cracking on this backlog.

Last week, with much reluctance, I sat down and watched Doomsday. I borrowed this from a friend and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. Though it was Neil Marshall, he has been somewhat hit and miss in his short directorial career. The Descent is easily one of my favorite horror movies of recent years, but Dog Soldiers was pretty unremarkable. That in my mind, and seeing the cover on this dvd case, which looks like is was designed for the most flaccid post-apocalyptic video game yet, I was not feeling it. I was surprised to see Bob Hoskins was a cast member, and that gave me some hope.

Doomsday starts out alright, when a lethal virus spreads through Glasgow, martial law is declared and road blocks are set up. What folks don’t realize is that these measures are setup to give the government time to build an impenetrable 30 foot high wall along the entire border between Scotland and England, just to shut out the virus. Of course some of those ungrateful Scots want to get the heck out of there, so this leads to some congestion at the border… Maybe a little violence, and after a nasty few moments at the roadblock, the people break through only to find themselves stopped at the wall, with great finality… As the door is closed and sealed just as the first fellow reaches it. This gives us the cue to fly ahead some thirty years to a police action in the future England. At which point, Scotland is an abandoned and off limits graveyard. Or so it seems.

When the virus rears its head in London. The government tells the police, led by the indomitable Bob Hoskins, that their aerial surveillance has, in fact, shown people in the streets of Glasgow for the last three years. Thinking that those people must have some kind of vaccine they decide to secretly send a small squad featuring our star, Rhona Mitra, to the other side of the wall to hunt down the lab of the doctor who had been one of the last strongholds of civilization when Scotland was shut off.

So far so good, The movie hits a down point soon after that when you fall into a whirling maelstrom of films… Are you watching Aliens when the marines are trying to make their escape form the terraforming plant? Is it Escape from New York? If so, why is it filled with those terrible characters from Class of Nuke’em High acting as if they had been cast in Thunderdome? It hits some pretty dumb points, and some that are so terribly derivative that they must have been intended as just a bunch of homages… I hope.

This crap only lasts for about a half hour though, and then the movie takes another big turn which is more interesting, though it winds up with a scene that is basically (well, almost exactly) Road Warrior, with the same vehicles characters and scenes, but with them chasing James Bond rather than Max Rockatansky.

All in all, if you can make it through (or skip) the horrible music/dance/circus number (where they are actually listening to Fine Young Cannibals (haha)), then the movie is pretty good. It looks good, has nice cinematography, it gets medieval, present and future on us, it takes some odd angles, has a lot of gratuitous violence, features a naked lady wielding a shotgun from a bathtub, a mighty nice Bentley, a leather gimp, and a cruel authoritarian figure that I rather liked played by David O’Hara. But most of all, has both Bob Hoskins and Malcolm McDowell and is pretty damned entertaining.

I don’t know if it seems naive or cynical, but often times I watch a movie and am absolutely stunned to see what was released. Wondering not so much who gave it the green-light as wondering how a bunch of movie people could have sat through the final cut and decided that it was ready to be released. Regardless of genre or taste or budget, some movies are just so thoroughly mediocre that they might only be passable if from Michael Bay or a first time director, but from anyone with any more credit than that? I must say, what happens?

We watched The Happening which seemed promising enough, as I have enjoyed The Village (the only other M Night movie I have seen). I know that a lot of folks didn’t like the Village, but this one was just inoffensive crap. When people suddenly start committing suicide in Central Park en masse and then the wave of suicides rapidly spreads throughout the northeast, we start following a small group of people as they try and figure out what is happening and keep ahead of the menace as it spreads from the cities to the towns. This group consists mainly of Marky Mark, Zooey Deschanel and John Leguizamo (who used to be a funny comedian… I don’t know what he’s trying to be now but his math teacher character here is terrible!). This group also turns out to not be very compelling, but then again, nothing else in the movie is either.

The Happening completely lacks any creepiness, tension, scares or cause for concern. It is just a shallow, vapid waste of time. The concept, while moderately intriguing, is dished out in a bland and heavy-handed manner that makes it seem dull and totally irrelevant, though I imagine that M Night thought he was making some kind of point, he doesn’t. He also does away with any final act twists here also, bringing the angle up so early and flaccidly flopping it about our faces so much that it just becomes an annoyance. The actors were an alright bunch but they all opted to put in completely throw-away performances here, devoid of any believability or interest. When there is a lame attempt at bringing up a “personal angle” with the lead characters at the end, it is almost shocking as you can’t believe that you were intended to have any interest in these walking cardboard stiffs and their trite little conflicts. Worst of all, the script is flat, dumb and suffers from an excessive amount of exposition. There are two alright bits, both of which tale place at houses that they come across and have to deal with the inhabitants, but the rest is worthless and boring.

Two exciting evenings! Last night (the night before my birthday) I spoiled myself by watching, back to back, three movies… Something that I haven’t done in many years. And then today? Pondering those movies while enjoying a wonderful birthday beer consisting of a bottle of La Fin Du Monde (which leads me to endlessly ponder the film Le Fin Absolue du Monde... Hopefully, the beer won’t have the same effect as the movie is rumored to have).

One plus to plugging away at a number of films is that I end up watching things that I just haven’t been able to get around to seeing. Last night I finally sat down for The Haunting (1963). The first of a number of film adaptations of Shirley Jackson’s novel, the only other adaptation that I have seen is Stephen King’s Rose Red, though there is a recent remake. While those I’ve seen certainly have similarities, this one I found to be a more respectable (serious) work, and aside from factors due to its era, The Haunting lacks the corniness and chintzy feel of the King miniseries. Though The Haunting does start off a bit corny (it was 1963, after all), after an hour or so the story and drama really pick up and I found myself to be involved with it.

The story of a professor who brings a group of “psychic-type” people to a haunted mansion in his attempt to prove the existence of the super-natural. the professor (played by Richard Johnson) is the acting high point of this; his easy going eagerness and confidence make you feel somehow secure while watching the movie. But the lead character is Eleanor, a woman with a troubled past and some strong psychic connections. She comes along on the mission to the house as she wants to flee her family and she is looking to find where she truly belongs, and suspects that the house might be it. She seems to be verging on a mental breakdown and the movie frequently uses the narration of her internal thoughts to express her desires and misgivings about what it going on in the house. Especially once the house starts to wake up.

As it is a haunted house story, the atmosphere relies heavily upon sound effects, camera angles and music… And once it gets going, it becomes pretty effective. Plus, as one would expect from a piece such as this, there are some great sets and lighting and it is great to look at.

I don’t know if you would call it a giallo, but if so, it is certainly one of the best I’ve seen. But then again, I’m not a fan of giallo as they tend to be boring films of people walking around Italy in the seventies with a few hokey, yet over-staged, murder scenes. This, while similar though, is sleazy and over the top in just the right amounts. Sure it still has the hot 70’s shirts, hairy chests and gold chains, but the overacting is quite prime and the psychosexual goings on come across as sincerely extreme. It all comes together to make this film rather schizophrenic, not only in its lead character, but also in its swings between a gruesomely serious work of sex and violence on the one hand, but also a crappy and cheesy farce on the other. In Delirium (no, not the, um, impressively cast film from the 1980’s, this is Delirio Caldo from 1972), Mickey Hargitay brings his all to the role of Dr. Lyutah, a criminal psychologist who is frequently called upon by the police to aid them in investigating murders… The particular murder investigation that starts this movie off shouldn’t be too hard for the good doctor, because he is in fact the murderer. You see, Lyutah is a sex-crazed serial murder, who also happens to be impotent and has a penchant for strangling. Which gives his crimes an unpleasant air of uncontrollable misogyny. But his other side is quite pleasant and respectable.

The murders that we get tend to seem rather random… and pointless. In the first one he offers a girl in a bar a ride only to chase her down into a river bed, beat her and kill her. There are more that seem to just be going after women that he randomly encounters. While this violence is as corny (and the little blood as fake) as one would expect for this sort of film it still feels rather harsh, something about his cruel strained grimaces and his fixation on strangling, I suppose. At least they also throw in some fantasy sequences and whips and chains to dull the edge.

Throughout all of this carrying on, he lives in a villa with the above three women: his virginal wife who is an emotional wreck about to go over the edge (and who at least suspects her husbands vile deeds), the maid who is a quiet young lady who is a bit over-sexed and under-inhibited and his wife’s niece (?). All of whom feature heavily in some dreamlike torture chamber orgy scenes where Hartigay looks more like his Crimson Executioner character from Bloody Pit of Horror than a psychiatrist…

Though amidst all of this glory, there are some terrible issues, scenes that just seem a bit too unlikely to just pass by… The Doctor keeps a victims bloodied garments in an ornate locked box on the mantel! A girl fearing for her life runs into a phone booth and calls a newspaper office and asks them to call the police? More silly plot features are around every corner, and throughout it all, the terrible dialogue and dubbing (you can get both bad Italian dubbing and English subtitles at the same time!), the badly acted facial expressions (especially from the police) and then some crazy scenes towards the end. There is a chaotic and odd (or maybe dumb) scene where the women in the house start hearing screams, the lights go out and then minutes go by where the keep running around the house, screaming, having shadows cast upon them and falling to the floor where they seem unable to get up. Ridiculous? Yes. Rad? Yes.

All in all, it is pretty entertaining.

I’ve never been a fan of live music, which is not to say that I haven’t seen my share of great concerts or got plenty of enjoyment out of Unleashed in the East, but generally it just doesn’t move me. In a similar vein, while I’ve always liked Pink Floyd a good bit, I’ve rarely gone out of my way to listen to them and my familiarity is really limited to the songs of The Dark Side of the Moon to The Wall. What’s become strange is that in the last week or so, my listening interests have really centered on Pink Floyd, including older albums that I hadn’t ever really heard before, especially Meddle and Obscured by Clouds, both of which are really great albums. I must say, I am really enjoying it this new focus. I have probably listened to more Floyd in the last week than in anytime since those nights in the late 1980’s when I would drink a bottle of Night Train and listen to The Wall every night, but that is a different story. What started me off on this kick was seeing the cover of this live Floyd piece.

And so the other, related, odd thing is that I have become fixated on live albums! Starting with listening to some songs from the above Pink Floyd 1972 show in Böblingen, German (which is really great spanning 50 minutes and three songs, I’d like to get the full concert!), I verged into the endless well of greatness that is live Sabbath! I’ve owned a live Sabbath disc for a good while (called “war pigs”) which is alright, but now I’ve heard the Dio-era Live at Hammersmith Odeon, which is great and I’ve begin enjoying other shows from the from the Ozzy Era, more greatness. Though I listened to some AC/DC live stuff, it wasn’t that good as it seems to tend to be poorly recorded (I’m of course not talking about If You Want Blood), but aside from that, this stuff that I’d never really thought much about before is really working for me right now. I even got a live Rainbow Album from 1979, Perfect Roger’s Birthday Party. And it’s pretty damned good too! Where does one stop?

I guess we feel the air of election time approaching, so last night we re-watched Orwell Rolls in his Grave. Part of the flood of political documentaries that sprouted up after George Bush was, um, elected in 2000, it is one of my favorites of that genre. An all-encompassing movie, as its subject is the control of the media, media consolidation and the role that the modern media plays in the government. As the cover says, it explores what the media doesn’t want to talk about – Itself.

It is a serious documentary, being primarily just interviews, but these are interviews with some great folks: Charles Lewis (formerly of 60 Minutes), Mark Crispin Miller, Bernie Sanders, Greg Palast, Vincent Bugliosi and more! Filmmaker Robert Kane Pappas continually reminds us of the dangers of the national dialog being not just presented in the forms that they are, but with the control of that presentation in the hand of too few corporations whose agendas are more and more hand in hand with the government, rather than serving the public interest to inform us about the actions of the government and corporations.

The movie has extensive quotes from both Nineteen Eighty-Four and from Joseph Goebbels, I imagine in the hope of shocking the viewers in either awareness or an actual sense of caring about any of this. But the people who would watch this aren’t the people who need to see it. But would those people care anyway? Probably not.

Orwell Rolls in his Grave goes into the deregulation of the media, the removal of the fairness doctrine, the FCC lack of interest in the public good and the effects of all of those. It is scary stuff, rather aggravating with some great scenes… Especially the FCC committee hearing where they are planning on basically throwing out all ownership rules, hearing one board member make an extensive and intelligent argument against relaxing these rules, and then having another one make an terrible argument for it (against the first amendment rights of the corporations, and some chatter about media ownership limitations deny the citizens their right to choose?)… They also look at the power of the Media’s lobbyists in Washington (personally, I’m not ever sure why any lobbyists are allowed at all).

As with most of these films, it is frustrating and maddening, but also filled with though-provoking and valuable insights and it is all something that is good to keep in mind. And a reminder that though we are made to read Nineteen Eighty-Four in jr. high as (I imagine) some kind of warning, some of those kids took to it as a “how to succeed” guide.

Sure, I love Gary Numan as much as the next guy. Probably more. And I listen to him quite a bit, as I have since, yes, Cars came out. Back in the early 80’s I was all about Replicas (sorry, it’s Gary Numan. I don’t need any of that Tubeway Army talk), the Self-titled Tubeway Army record (I have that tagged as Gary Numan too, maybe I should change that one), The Pleasure Principle, Telekon (possibly the best album ever recorded… By anyone) and I, Assassin. I’m still pretty friendly with most of those, especially Replicas and Telekon, but I hadn’t listened to I, Assassin in many, many, many years. Today though, I gave it a whirl and quite enjoyed it. Sure, it’s no Telekon, But damn. It is still pretty darned good. I especially like “Music For Chameleons” and “We take Mystery To Bed”, but it’s an all-around strong album.

The point being that though I’ve had plenty of Numan to listen to and now I’ve got even more to put on my rotation (luckily I just bought a new iPod, the 16gb Nano), and that seems to be the case for everything. While I certainly don’t have one of the larger mp3 collections (at only 36.5 days), when I stare at all the CD’s and LP’s around here that I have yet to mp3, I start wondering what it is that I am going to do with all of this music? According to last.fm I’ve listened to 984 artists in the last year or so… What happened to those teenage days when I had 15 tapes and didn’t really think that there was much more than that out there? Sigh.

What brings this up is the proliferation of music blogs! My god, there are hundreds and hundreds filled with great, non-mainstream or OP or just plain old and forgotten bands. Sure, they are potential hotbeds of “copyright infringement” , but they are wonderful resources for finding out what is out there! I keep a few dozen of them bookmarked (yes, primarily metal) and I feel the urge/need to browse tham, and find more like them! The main places I keep an eye on are Old Skull Death/Thrash/Black Metal, Dunkelheit, Darkanuss, Axes of Heavy Metal and Cosmic Hearse… The point being, sometimes ones horizons can be expanded too far! Where does it end?!

Now if only someone would upload the Social Climbers LP, so I don’t have to dig out the LP and go through the hassle…

Aww yes. Part two of the Lovecraft Film Festival! Though I enjoyed myself alright on Friday night, I conducted this evening in a more organized fashion.

First thing, I saw the ‘Thickets table in the Bazaar area and bought the “Thing on the Stage” tour shirt that I’d been wanting, which was nice to get out of the way. Then I stepped into a theater to watch a new documentary, Lovecraft: Fear of the Unknown. Pretty much a straight ahead biography of HPL, it was quite good. There was nice archival footage, some nice scenes of Providence (I’ve always been hankering to see Providence) and a lot of great interviews: Primarily Neil Gaiman, Guillermo Del Toro and John Carpenter, but also S T Joshi, Ramsey Campbell, Peter Straub and our own Andrew Migliore! It was quite good and something that I’ll need to be getting when it makes its DVD appearance.

After that it was down to the main theater to see Mike Mignola and Brian Lumley receive their Howie awards and then watch a block of shorts. As one might imagine, some of the shorts were rather unnotable (one seemed to just be a preview), but there were some winners! The highlights were: Eel Girl, the story of a scientist who is rather strangely attracted to his research subject. It’s an uckky “toothy-Siren in the lab” story from New Zealand that has scary teeth and a tub filled unwholesome-looking goo. There was the great AM 1200, which seemed to be a totally professionally done film, though only 40 minutes long. Nice script, cinematography, acting, CG, story-line… Everything. It was a really great short film about a “thing” that lives in a secluded radio station and uses broadcasting to attract people for its own nefarious purposes. It was really great and creepy, with a lot of it taking place out-of-doors in the dark. The third high point, though I don’t generally like comics or animated things, was the wonderful and terribly funny The Amazing Screw-on Head. Based on a Mignola comic, it’s the heroic tale of a, well, screw-on head (who is an agent of Abraham Lincoln) as he goes up against Emperor Zombie (with his two horrible old women and the monkey) and the evil demigod, it was quite great! Seemingly done as a potential TV series that never really took off.

Then to the highpoint of the evening…

Off to Tony Starlight’s to see The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets! How this is my first time seeing them live, I just don’t know. But it was great! The place was packed, the band was in great form (sounding not much different than their recorded material) and they played some great favorites (Shoggoth’s Away, Slave Ship, Ogdru Jahad, the Innsmouth Look), plus some fun songs that I hadn’t heard before.

Though they were cramped ont a tiny stage, they really put on a good show with great energy, humor and just a heck of a lot of fun! And, of course, some great eldritch rock ‘n’ roll. Toren told me that they would be playing in Vancouver BC in December, so I’m going to ponder pretending that I could actually get up there for that show…