Thursday, August 04, 2005

5 Movies I Saw Recently

So part of the application for one of the many jobs I've recently applied to asked me to list the last five movies I saw and my thoughts on them. Here they are:

• The Decline of the American Empire (DVD; Canadian)
A talky early film from Canadian director Denys Arcand, “The Decline of the American Empire” juxtaposes masculine and feminine conversations about sex and relationships. Arcand exposes the lies and half-truths that men and women share in their own company while suggesting that mixed company provides the most honest – if damaging – dialogue. With its circle of academics as concerned with sex as with Marx and Freud, I found this film a stimulating and refreshing glimpse into French Canadian culture in the eighties.

• Hustle & Flow
An enjoyable if clichéd film by Craig Brewer, “Hustle & Flow” follows Terrence Howard’s character of DJay on his rocky journey from pimp to poet-rapper. The main draw for me was the strong performances by Howard and Taryn Manning, each breathing a sense of humanity and ambivalence into these characters living on the edge of society. Though the ending comes off as pat and predictable, it is hard to not root for these characters.

• The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (DVD; French)
I only recently had the opportunity to see this mid-sixties classic for the first time. Jacques Demy’s film musical tells a traditional love story through a highly original style. The dialogue is entirely sung, coming off as neither contrived nor cheesy. Instead, I felt catapulted into a quasi-psychedelic dream, the jazzy score propelling the story of the lovely Catherine Deneuve’s Genevieve along a series of meticulously matched technicolor sets. “The Umbrellas of Cherbourg” is a very beautiful and sad film.

• Rize
“Rize” traces the roots of the South Central Los Angeles dance/entertainment movement of “clowning” through its later, harsher incarnation as “krumping.” Director David LaChapelle alludes to the dance’s parallels to African tribal dance by juxtaposing images of hard-bodied, face-painted Los Angeles teenagers energetically dancing with archival African tribal dance footage. LaChapelle effectively shows what a boon this movement has become for teens desperately seeking an outlet for their anger, physical energy, and creativity as well as how the area’s distinct dance groups have created their own signature styles of dance, dress, face paint, and ultimately, their own nonviolent gangs.

• Me and You and Everyone We Know
Having met Miranda July and seen several of her short films, I was anxious for “Me and You and Everyone We Know,” her feature-length debut. Miranda July stars as Christine Jesperson, a quirky performance artist not unlike herself who is trying to connect with a lonely shoe salesman. There are many little poetic moments in this film such as Christine’s realization that the forgotten goldfish in a bag atop a man’s car is doomed to certain death because of its inevitable fall once the cars stops. July’s gift is for seeing the world through the eyes of a child - not in a laughably naïve way, but rather filled with wonder at the magic in the mundane.

Last night I went to see Gus Van Sant's "Last Days." I'm still processing that one, but I can say it made a strong impression. Today I was reading an article about Sleater-Kinney and thinking about the Pacific Northwest and, for a moment, felt as if I had just been there yesterday.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Ok, I really should be applying to more jobs or reviewing SAT words or whatever, but when I heard of Food Fight Vegan Grocery, I had to check it out. Food Fight! is a vegan grocery/convenience store in - big surprise - Portland, Oregon. It makes me long for the land where the vegan is king - or as close as he'll ever be. Food Fight! also has an online store, which looks like an excellent source for West Coast goodies like Have 'A Chips and Uncle Eddie's cookies. They even have the a vegan marshmallow fluff, as well as such frightening items as Vegan Haggis and Vegan Caviar, which is sadly out of stock.

As of yesterday, I am debt free! Such an existence hardly seems possible: freedom to incur debt anew. I will be anxiously awaiting that magic piece of paper in the mail, which will proclaim my freedom.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

From Tuesday, June 07, 2005:

it's hard to keep up these days

It's so hard to keep up these days! I was just reading some blogs about the Kraftwerk show here in NYC last week. I knew I missed it, I guess I just held off because I didn't want to overindulge on concerts. Anyway, I really regret I missed the Kraftwerk concert. The photos from the show are amazing. It looks like it would've been right up there with the Gang of Four show for me. Of course, I also missed the "secret" Gang of Four show at the Tribeca Grand a few weeks ago as well. It would've been exciting to see them in a smaller space. $50 though! That's what I spent on the leather Michael Kors skirt I bought the other day.

Conclusion: next Gang of Four show I'll have to wear my leather skirt. As for Kraftwerk, I doubt they'll be touring again anytime soon. But if they do...maybe I'll wear the pink Ben Sherman 80s style jacket I got yesterday.

From Tuesday, May 24, 2005:

good 'ole S.M.

The new Stephen Malkmus album is pretty great. Reassuring that he still has it in him. "Pencil Rot" rocks. The "brittle falsetto," the "sunset nostalgia," it's all there. Now if only we could get some nice SUNsets here in New York, I could enjoy this album for the defining summer record it's gonna be.

Currently listening:
Face the Truth
By Stephen Malkmus

From Thursday, May 19, 2005:

To Hell With Poverty...
Current mood: inspired

...Let's get drunk on cheap wine.

Gang of Four on Tuesday night at Irving Plaza were fucking amazing. They were completely serious, barely uttering a word. They had a task at hand: living up to their reputation and showing that all their imitators - like openers Radio 4 - are just mindless kid stuff. Their energy was incredible; this was true punk rock aerobics. The only comparably energetic show I can think of was Iggy and the Stooges and, of course, that's a very different kind of energy, unleashed by one man rather than an entire band, borne of a strain of madness rather than healthy frustration with the status quo.

After a record amount of name-dropping in recent years, Gang of Four delivered a highly anticipated performance. The world climate needs them. Their music is not dated at all; it's more timely than most "new" music. The high points of the show seemed to coincide with my favorite songs: "At Home He's A Tourist," "To Hell with Poverty," and "Damaged Goods." I must see them again.

Currently listening:
Entertainment! [EMI UK Expanded]
By Gang of Four
Release date: By 24 April, 2001

From Thursday, May 12, 2005:

Stereo Total show
Current mood: bouncy

The Stereo Total show last night at the Bowery Ballroom was pretty much perfect. Francoise was a bit more bookish than I'd imagined and Brezel a bit crazier. Brezel had a monstrous "r" roll and some choreographed dance moves. They began with the best three songs from Do the Bambi: "Babystrich," "Cinemania," and "I am Naked." One of the highlights of the show was the second encore of the Rolling Stones' "Mother's Little Helper" and a song of unknown origin called "I hate everyone in the disco." Luckily, they didn't hate everyone in the disco, as fans were invited to dance onstage. They could've played all night and we would've been happy. They certainly have a repertoire fit for a dance party.

Currently listening:
Oh Ah! [Bonus Tracks]
By Stereo Total
Release date: By 04 November, 2003

From Friday, April 08, 2005:

It's for real this time
Current mood: pensive

I'm moving to NYC. It's for real this time. I'm in for some major changes in the next few months, years. And I'm pretty sure I'm ready.

From Thursday, May 06, 2004:

The Fall - cancelled

Man, I am bummed. I just read that the rest of the Fall's tour has been cancelled. It did seem rather ambitious - something like 4 nights in LA and one reading - but still, damn! I am only an entry level appreciator of the Fall, not an obsessive, but I was really looking forward to this show at the Echo on the 14th (plus I was gonna be on the guest list!). Plus, my SoCal heroes, Gogogo Airheart, were to be opening up for them. There is much speculation on the Fall website's message board, but it sounds like the tour schedule was too ambitious, coupled with a recent bout of food poisoning and Mark's broken hip, it was just too much for the lads. Boo hoo.

I haven't posted on this thing in over a year. I've written a few blogs on myspace, but not much. I guess I've just been absorbed with spending time with Nathan and preparing for this here move to NY. Here are some of my blogs from myspace, dated.

Thursday, June 24, 2004

It's a beautiful day but...

I sit here, on "vacation," at the computer, (not) tutoring. Maybe it's the double strength coffee talking, but right now I want to do everything. I want to go to the beach. I want to go out to eat. I want to go shopping. I want to go to San Francisco. I want to see all the bands that are no longer gonna be touring with (the cancelled) Lollapalooza. I want to get tickets for the Curiosa Festival. I want to clean out my closet (yikes!). I want to do some yoga. I want to play piano. I want to see PJ Harvey live if she ever decides to cross the Atlantic. I want to go swimming. I want to get my plane tickets for Europe. I think I may need to forfeit all of this and take a nap instead because the coffee can't cover up the fact that I went to sleep after 5am this morning.

"Wanna go to Spain/spend nights/just sipping on nectar and ice. No I can't sleep for thinking/set my head a reeling."

Saturday, May 01, 2004

David Bowie @ the Pond, 4/23/04 & the Holy Trinity of Rock

Last week I had the privilege of seeing David Bowie for the first time. He had the charm, style, and presence that I had imagined. Isn't it nice when your heroes live up to your vision of them? Iggy was all I had wished for and more. The only one that remains to be seen in the Rock Holy Trinity is Lou Reed. And I'm sorry, Lou, but I think you've been the slacker of the bunch in recent years. You may have been my neighbor back in '79, I enjoy - though that doesn't quite seem like the right word - Transformer and Berlin from time to time, but what have you done for me lately?

Iggy, on the other hand, put me in a time warp, whipping the crowd into submission - albeit frenzied - with his foul-mouthed commands. Why he chose to perform "I Wanna Be your Dog" twice in one night is beyond me, but it still wasn't gratuitous. And Bowie's lengthy set, with a significant amount of 80s material (though fortunately he spared us from "Let's Dance") was pretty damn thorough. He certainly, whether gratuitously or not, would never need to play a song twice in one night because he has so many "signature" songs.

In fact, every rousing song Bowie played was a signature song: "All the Young Dudes," "Rebel Rebel," "The Man Who Sold the World," "Heroes," and especially for me, "Quicksand." Of course we all could complain that he didn't play our favorites - Robyn wanted to hear "Sorrow" and "Let's Dance," I wanted to hear "Starman" and "Oh! you pretty things" - but we would've needed a one week Bowie residency to hear all of those. For a one night experience of Bowie, this performance by a charismatic, hot 50-something man in a muscle tee and necktie left us smiling and satisfied.

Sunday, March 28, 2004

3/26/04 Unicorns show @ the Knitting Factory...

I wasn't sure how my friends would like the Unicorns, as our night had taken an unexpected turn. We hadn't planned on going to this show, but when our other plan fell through, I was quick to suggest the Unicorns.

The Unicorns were as I imagined them: charming, geeky, dressed in various combinations of pink and white. Two of three members were barefoot. They were almost impossible to not like, with their fully-developed sense of humor, mentioning after-show "PCP parties" and storm troopers. They had a talking Santa Claus, who they sat on a stool. They kindly provided him with a microphone and boy did Santa have a foul mouth! Also, a mulleted fellow, who seemed to comprise some facet of their entourage, came on stage and offered some "cola-flavored" condoms to the audience.

The pink fellows covered Daniel Johnston's "Rocket Ship," providing some insight into their influences. For the last song they did "I was born a Unicorn," turning out the lights and passing out flashlights. A masked Halloween-like character danced on the stage during a musical interlude. However, there was no encore; they seem to have put most of their energy into the organization of the finale.

Yay for the Unicorns! Their upbeat, playful demeanor gives them the freedom to be morbid, and they can turn anything into a target of humor. Their vision is broader than just making quirky pop songs, they bring knowing smiles to the jaded, amaze with their instrumental ease, and make it all look so damn casual, cute, and easy.

Sunday, March 07, 2004

The gym is a weird place when you're......

listening to "The Wonderful and Frigthening World of the Fall," full-blast on your discman, pondering the meaning of "Slang King" and watching some Elizabeth Montgomery special on the TV.

However, last night's trip to a biker bar in Lake Forest was weirder. The walls were adorned with paintings of naked women, my beer was served overflowing and dripping from the pint glass, and drunken women in tight jeans danced provocatively to otherwise boring rock music. For some reason, this was a smoker's bar, ashtrays everywhere, a tray of cigarette boxes leading me to a lovely disheveled woman with gray-streaked hair and a sour expression. A large man, possibly a bartender, was helping a drunken middle-aged man down a few steps and out the door. The drunk man made it down the two steps, and collapsed right in the front of the stage immediately thereafter. I tried to suppress a laugh. There was also a fellow sitting right in front of us with a hairstyle that was more of a lone tower than a mohawk. Fortunately, his tower was rather thin and didn't completely obscure my view of the drunken man's fall. Aileen Wuornos would've hung out at this bar. I'm glad I wasn't there alone.