Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

garden state

"Is it funny? Good. It's good to hear that things are funny. I find them funny, but I never know if anyone else is going to find them funny. If nothing else, I'm making a movie that I'll enjoy."

That's Zach Braff, on the set of his feature writing/directing debut, Garden State. I love that quote because it captures exactly why I love indie movies.

Major studio movies are too often tailored to focus groups, market research, and the big guy in the suit's idea of art. I love the idea that we can each decide what is art, and what is funny, and what is moving... and individuality like that can show up in movies, even if they don't make a ton of money.


So, Garden State. Have you ever gotten together with a friend that you haven't seen in a while, and you just have the best time? And then you think to yourself, "This person is amazing. Why don't I spend every freaking weekend with this person? All my other friends are losers."

That is how I felt last night when I sat down and re-watched Garden State. I've seen it before, when it first came out... and I know I liked it... but I've never seen it again since then. And I have no idea why. The movie is fugging phenomenal. It's hysterically funny, but intelligent too. It effectively explores those in-between stages of life... and right now I can so relate.

Oh, yeah, and the Shins kick ass.
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weezer

This is brilliant.



I love the irony that "Pork and Beans" (Weezer's unique way of thumbing their collective nose at their label) is a bonafide hit.
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"guarantees" by atmosphere

This is my favorite song right now. I just can't get sick of it.



P.S. Atmosphere (like so many amazing things) is from Minnesota.
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young @ heart

When I first saw the trailer for Young @ Heart, it elicited a chuckle. Come on. It's old people singing punk songs. That's funny.

I wasn't sure I really wanted to see it, though; would it really stay funny for two hours? Besides, isn't it kind of disrespectful to laugh at old people?

Holy cheeses, was I wrong. Young @ Heart doesn't mock its subjects; it celebrates them.


Granted, it's a bit jarring to watch a 92-year-old British lady singing a Clash song... until you meet her. Said 92-year-old, Eileen Hall, is hilarious, sharp, and a bit of a raucous flirt. Actually, all the folks in the Young @ Heart chorus (average age: 80) are pretty cool people. They joke around, they drink, they (at least in one case) hook up with each other... they're like us.

Imagine that. Old people are just people. That was really the light-bulb moment for me. Of course it shouldn't be so surprising. But the unfortunate fact is that in our society, old people (like people who are disabled or overweight) tend to be invisible. We so easily forget that they were once young, vital, and considered rebels by older generations.

While I was watching this, I kept thinking of my grandma. Now, let me make one thing perfectly clear: Grandma is not old. If you ask her, she'll tell you she's 43. (When we wonder how that can be, since Dad is 52, she snaps, "That's his problem.") Grandma is also disabled. As a young (and gorgeous) eighteen-year-old, she contracted polio. She recovered, but without the use of her left leg. Since that time, she's re-learned to walk (with the use of a brace), she drives, she's thoroughly involved in her community, and is quite honestly more independent than many other *ahem* 43-year-olds.

Now... I know all that about Grandma. But there is still the occasional person who, seeing her in a wheelchair at the store, will speak to Grandma's companion instead of addressing her directly. To many people, because of her age and her disability, my Grandma is invisible.

I wonder how many times I've treated someone like that, just because I don't know them.

Anyway... the movie. It's brilliant. It's beautiful. It reduced me to a sobbing puddle of goo at least three times.

But more importantly, it made me think about the way the world is, and why. I think that should be the ultimate goal of every movie. Young @ Heart, at least, succeeded spectacularly.
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Subject: Re: Where have you been?

Hey blogosphere,

I got your note. I miss you, too... sorry I've been out of touch for so long.

It wasn't you, it was me... really. I was swamped at work, and then I was violently ill, and then I had about four wildly busy days piled on top of one another. Anyway, I hope we're still ok.

In the last couple weeks I've:
  • Caught Prince Caspian--twice. Yes, yes, I'll tell you how it was. (preview: KICKASS!!!)
  • Had the perfect Minnesota day. I'll tell you about that too, if I get a chance. No promises, OK?
  • Got caught up at work... finally.
  • Ate at Mickey's again.
  • Saw all three Indiana Jones movies. Belated, I know, but I got to them before the biggie this weekend.
  • Reconnected with a gaggle of high school classmates. (I wonder if I'll like them any better twelve years later? Stranger things have happened.)
  • Spent some quality time with Zoe the putty tat. She's a freak, but I'm utterly devoted to her.
  • Figured out an amazing new recipe for homemade parmesan chicken tenders.
  • Saw Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová in concert. (Mini-review: he's hysterically funny, she's gorgeously ordinary, and together they're sublime.)
  • Watched The Office... the entire American series, from the pilot up through Thursday's episode.
  • Continued to rock my dreads.
  • Fell further in love with Metro Transit. And The Current. And MNSpeak. And my amazing city.
  • Missed a blogathon that I was really looking forward to. (I am so sorry, Marilyn.)
So, there you have it. I've been living my real life, at your expense. I've been a very, very bad blogger. You still love me, though, right?

Your (mostly) faithful friend,

Nayana
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iron man

AMC has this deal (at least in the Minneapolis market) where you can go to any show, any time Monday through Thursday for only $6. So they released Iron Man in theaters early: 8:00 pm on Thursday. A brand new release for $6... how could we not?

I have been itching to see this one, for a couple of reasons. First, I love Robert Downey Jr. Yes, I realize he is (or was) a cokehead. Whatever. He's hot. And he seems to be cleaning up, so yay for him. Second, it just seemed like a great story, not your average superhero. Tony Stark is extremely flawed, and he's middle-aged when he chooses to transform himself. It gives me hope, like it's never too late to make different choices. Third, whenever I hear those first strains of of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man", my blood starts to vibrate.


Iron Man doesn't disappoint. I am so in love with the casting choices. Downey was fantastic, of course, but so were Gwyneth Paltrow, Terrence Howard, and especially Jeff Bridges. Really, I can't think of a time I enjoyed Jeff Bridges this much since Starman.

The comedy was on point, the pathos was perfectly timed, the action was stellar... the storyline was a tad predictable, but hey: this is no indie. It is what it is, and as summer movies go, Iron Man hits it out of the park.

All that said... my movie experience wasn't perfect. It seems despite our best efforts, a lot of people don't really know how to behave at the movies. Yeah, jackholes at AMC Rosedale, Theater 8, at 8:00 on May 1... I'm talking to you.

Coming soon on The Center Seat: the 5 most obnoxious douchebags that can sit by you at the movie theater.
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amadeus

I've had the DVD of Reservoir Dogs from Netflix for a couple weeks now. I have no idea why I'm stalling, but I still haven't seen it.

So on Saturday morning I really was going to watch it. I curled up on my bed with my laptop (the most convenient way to see a movie at my home if Captain Crash is sound asleep in the other room), grabbed a box of White Cheddar Cheez-its (yummy!) and put the DVD in. I turned on the computer.... somehow strayed to Netflix.... and decided to watch Amadeus online. Oh, well.


I've wanted to see Amadeus for quite a while (it does have a crapload of Oscars), and I wasn't disappointed. It left me with a few thoughts:
  1. Why isn't Tom Hulce more famous? Yeah, the laugh was annoying, but his performance was outstanding. I confess I didn't even know who he was until I checked out IMDB. By the way, check out this current picture of him on Wikipedia. Yeesh.
  2. Salieri and Mozart: one is not so talented, but loved by the masses; the other is an artistic genius, but not much of a crowd-pleaser. Take out the murder and betrayal, switch the media, and you've got Michael Bay and Paul Thomas Anderson.
  3. The score was outstanding. (Duh).
  4. This was SO not based on history, but it was still really entertaining. On the other hand... I'm thinking the actual story might not have been too bad, either. (I read today that Mozart and Beethoven actually got syphilis from the same hooker. Gripping.)
OK, so I've seen it. Definitely worth the watch... but do you think I might catch Reservoir Dogs sometime soon?

Nah. I'm on an extended marathon of The Office at the moment. I can't be bothered.
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the birds

I first saw Alfred Hitchcock's classic thriller The Birds when I was a kid, maybe ten or eleven. It scared the piss out of me. Granted, this one isn't all that frightening... but if I'm a wuss nowadays when it comes to scary movies (and I am), I was a bonafide fraidy-cat at the tender age of eleven. Of course, back then I couldn't really articulate what was so terrifying; I just knew that Hitchcock turned me into a quivering pile of gelatinous goo. Thankfully, it did get easier (and even a bit funny) after repeat viewings.

I had the chance to see this classic again last night, thanks to the magic of TCM, and I took the opportunity to try to figure out what's so dang freaky about The Birds. My thoughts:

  1. There's no music.
    Alfred Hitchcock's movies (notably Psycho) are famous for their terrifying scores. The grating, dischordant strains of music are a huge element of the fear we experience during these movies. The Birds, by contrast, is shockingly silent. I first noticed this in the scene where we first see a man pecked to death... It's totally quiet, and Hitchcock just uses a triple-zoom-in to make it super-scary. Even during the attack scenes, all we hear are the otherwordly squawks of the birds-gone-wild. I may have missed some opening bits of score... but the only music I heard was the creepy song the kids in the schoolhouse sing as the birds amass on the jungle gym.

  2. It's not just about the attacks; it's also about the reactions.
    Hitchcock was always really good at exploring the creepy psychological motivations of his characters. That's really evident in Vertigo, Marnie (which I just saw last night for the first time), and of course Psycho. Even in The Birds, where the menace is more tangible, the really freaky thing is peoples' reactions to the crisis. One woman in a cafe screeches, "You're eeeevillll!!!" at Tippi Hedren; Jessica Tandy rushes home and takes to her bed without saying a word after seeing a friend's eyes pecked out; Tippi Hedren screams and claws at imaginary winged assailants after a particularly bad attack is over. The reactions of the characters are almost as scary as thousands of crazed sparrows coming down the chimney. I said almost.

  3. Everyone looks right into the camera.
    In the really intense scenes, whenever someone's screaming, it seems like they're making direct eye contact with the camera. And everyone seems to have really piercing blue eyes. (I saw the color version.) The bloody guy outside the phone booth, the lady who thinks Tippi's evil, and of course Tippi herself, all look directly into the camera in the midst of their terror. Even the birds fly directly into the camera in the final attack scene, when Tippi gets mauled in the upstairs bedroom.

So maybe now I understand it a bit better... and of course I love Alfred Hitchcock. He's a master. But I have to admit I still squirmed a bit last night.

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'k, guess what?

Which of your favorite movie bloggers do you think is going to see Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová in concert at the Orpheum on May 7???

THAT'S RIGHT!

WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I'm a teensy bit stoked.
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ten best moments at the 80th oscars

10. Marion Cotillard's heartfelt, emotional acceptance speech for Best Actress in La Vie En Rose.

9. Jon Stewart's sly wit. Good to have him back.

8. Javier Bardem's shout-out to his mommy en español. Anyone know what he said? I'm just curious.

7. Ethan Coen's two short-but-sweet acceptance speeches. "Uh, thank you very much." and "I don't have a lot to add to what I said earlier. Thank you." Awesome. He should teach a course.

6. Tilda Swinton giving props to Clooney's Bat-nipples when she won Best Supporting Actress for Michael Clayton.

5. Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová's stirring performance of "Falling Slowly" from Once contrasts sharply with all four of the competing songs which, frankly, look like they're trying too hard in comparison.

4. Diablo Cody's humble, shaken acceptance speech (and dedication of her Oscar to the writers) when she wins Best Original Screenplay for Juno. (Note: she wasn't being grumpy when she walked off, people. She was trying to hold it together so she wouldn't start bawling like a five-year-old in front of all those famous folks.)

3. Frances McDormand is visibly stoked as her husband Joel and brother-in-law Ethan nonchalantly accept their Oscar for Best Director for No Country For Old Men.

2. Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová win Best Original Song for "Falling Slowly" from Once, over three songs from Enchanted.

1. Jon Stewart brings Markéta Irglová back onstage to finish her acceptance speech, after the orchestra cut her off in what would have been one of the harshest moments in Oscar history.
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LAMB Devours the Oscars - Best Animated Short Film

Best Animated Short Film is the coolest Oscar category ever! Anyone know why? Well, aside from a lack of the usual bitchiness and intrigue that plagues many of the other awards, this is one of the few categories in which a movie-phile like me (or you) has the opportunity to sit down and watch all the nominees... in under two hours!

That's right: if you're lucky enough to have an arthouse cinema in your town (or a theater chain that passes for one, like Landmark), you can see a feature film which is just a compilation of all the nominated shorts, in either the Animated or Live Action category. I watched both, but the all-knowing, all-seeing Fletch has assigned me the Animated Shorts. So, here's the rundown, in the order in which I saw them:

Même les pigeons vont au paradis (Even Pigeons Go To Heaven) - France
This film (available on YouTube) is part silly slapstick, part dark social commentary. An enterprising priest tries to scam a feeble old man into buying a machine that will take him to heaven. The animation is exquisite and engaging. There are a few twists and a satisfying (if ironic) ending, and the film is definitely good for some hearty laughs. Underneath it all, however, there are dark themes of death, bad karma, and the masses getting screwed by religion. Of all the short films on the list, Even Pigeons is the most user-friendly, and earned the most out-loud laughter from our audience.

Moya lyubov (My Love) - Russia
The most startling thing about My Love is the animation. It was rendered with oil painting on glass, and it comes out looking like a fluid Monet painting come to life. Visually, it was stunning; honestly, though, after a few minutes, my eyes started to water. And as masterful as the animation was, the story seemed to be slapped together with Play-Doh. The film follows a teenage boy in pre-revolutionary Russia. He's yanked around by his libido: one moment, he's passionately in love with a family servant, and the next moment, he is utterly devoted to a mysterious neighbor woman. The boy lurches back and forth between the two women, and is ultimately disappointed, as neither fantasy is what he had hoped for. It is worth noting that My Love's director, Aleksandr Petrov, has been nominated three times before in this category, winning once for The Old Man and the Sea in 1999.

Madame Tutli-Putli - Canada
This short is a seamless integration of computer and stop-motion animation. We follow the title character as she takes an eerie late-night train ride with all her worldly possessions. The film starts out light and mildly funny, but it soon morphs into suspense, horror, and eventually metaphysical whacked-out-itude. Technically, it's marvelous. Madame Tutli-Putli's huge eyes alone are an animation masterpiece (according to Wikipedia, Jason Walker came up with the idea of using composited human eyes and adding them to the stop-motion puppets). The detail is amazing, from the veins in Madame's legs to the endless collection of odds and ends she hauls with her. Personally, though, I just found it gross. And weird.

I Met the Walrus - Canada
In 1969, a ballsy kid named Jerry Levitan snuck into John Lennon's hotel room with a reel-to-reel tape recorder and somehow convinced the Beatle/activist/music god to give him an interview. Holy crap, right? That kid's got something to talk about for the rest of his life. But rather than rest on those fantastic laurels, Jerry grows up and produces a poetic animated short with the interview as the audio track. It's like SNL's "Fun With Real Audio", but way, way cooler. The animation mostly consists of pencil-type drawings that illustrate Lennon's words; sometimes humorously, sometimes poignantly, but always reverently. And the greatest thing about this film: forty years later it's still completely relevant. Turn on CNN right this minute, and you can apply John Lennon's observations on war, peace, and the ultimate futility of revolution. Please, please, please let this one win.

Peter and the Wolf - UK/Poland
I grew up loving this classic work by Prokofiev. My mom was a classical music buff, and she jumped at the chance to present this piece to my sister and I as a way to teach us about the different instruments in the orchestra. Most of the time, in fact, when Peter and the Wolf has been produced, it has been narrated for children, as an introduction to classical music. Personally, I was always enraptured by the story of a boy, his pet goose, a bird, a cat, a grandfather, and the Big Bad Wolf. This new production, however, goes much darker. We still have the basics of the story: Peter sneaks out of the gate into the forest and plays with his animal friends; the wolf attacks; and Peter and his grandfather are ultimately victorious over the predator. Before all that, though, the film introduces us to Peter's hometown: a dirty, decaying industrial hole, crawling with bullies and miscreants. While Peter and the birds are playing, the cat and wolf mirror the human antagonists. Most strikingly, the film does not shy away from the darkest elements of the story, which have traditionally been whitewashed by Disney and other producers. This was probably the most well-rounded of the shorts, with moments of humor, suspense, and horror all blended in a modern update of the classic tale.

OK, if you made it through that whole write-up, you know who I want to win. For creativity, uniqueness, and sheer pluck, I Met the Walrus needs to take home the little gold man. Of course, Even Pigeons easily has the most mass appeal in this category (but when does Oscar ever reward mass appeal?) On the other hand, if Academy voters are going for technical impressiveness, Madame Tutli-Putli or My Love could take the cake. I suspect, however, that we'll see Suzie Templeton and Hugh Welchman climb those steps for Peter and the Wolf: it's got a great pedigree, and it's a gritty take on a classic tale. The Academy will eat that right up.
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a weekend of reruns

What do you do when there is absolutely no new quality movie fare in the theaters? I guess stay home and pout... or go see some old quality movie fare.

I was intrigued by my friend Pistola's raves on South Minneapolis's Riverview Theater (as well as a great review in City Pages), so Captain Crash and I took a leisurely drive along the Mississippi and checked it out.

Guess what... I have a new favorite theater.

The Riverview has:
  • one screen with over 700 seats
  • a huge, comfy lobby with 60's mod decor and cozy living-room furniture
  • popcorn with real butter
  • and best of all, admission tops out at $3.
Unlike many other single-screen theaters, they don't limit themselves to one show; the Riverview plays at least three different movies per day (five on the weekends). Friday night at 9:00, they were showing Into the Wild; we had initially loved that one, so we decided to see it again.

It was even better the second time, people. The run time is almost 2 1/2 hours long, but it flies right by. Into the Wild is a heartbreaking story, and just like ten years ago with Titanic, we all know how it's going to end... but that doesn't diminish a thing. Big kudos to Sean Penn for crafting this story in such an intense and affecting way. There were countless mind-blowing performances; Hal Holbrook absolutely deserves his nomination, but the Academy could have shown some love for Catherine Keener, Vince Vaughn, William Hurt, Marcia Gay Harden... The list goes on. At the top of the list, though, should have been Emile Hirsch for his subtle and complex work in the lead role. His heartbreak is devastating at the end of the story, when he makes a vital realization (which ultimately comes too late.) And, hey, if anyone feels like sending an I-deeply-love-Nayana present, that Eddie Vedder soundtrack is boss.

Saturday it would have been my sixth wedding anniversary with the former Mr. Anthony... but just to show you what mature and well-adjusted people we are, Greg and I went to lunch and then caught Juno at the Heights. (In case anyone wonders, this is my third Juno viewing. And, yes, it still kicks ass.) Greg does not have anywhere near my enthusiasm for good film, and he was about to waste his cash on Fool's Gold. I just couldn't let him do it, folks. Even if he did stomp mercilessly on my heart and break it into a million pieces (just kidding, Greg, you know momma loves ya), no one deserves to sit through that drek. He also mentioned a desire to see Untraceable. Ugh. Looks like I'll have to nip that one in the bud, and drag him to see a real thriller, like No Country For Old Men.

Juno is comedy of the highest quality. And I've officially decided that I'm ok with all the weird lingo in the beginning of the movie that seemed to irk so many people. In fact, the offbeat dialogue may actually be one of the biggest reasons I liked the movie. There's nothing wrong with expressing old, common experiences in a new, uncommon way. I am still firmly a massive Diablo Cody fan.

So that was it for this weekend. This week, I'm going to try to finally tackle The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, Roman Holiday, Sabrina (the original with Audrey Hepburn), and whatever looks good on TCM.

P.S. I'm crossing my fingers on that writers' strike thing, people. It looks like we may actually have a deal... so Oscars as usual? (oh please oh please)
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atonement

There was not a whole lot of new stuff in the theater, kids. So I decided to give Atonement another chance.


Compared to all the other major Oscar-nominated films, Atonement initially left me underwhelmed, and a bit disappointed. I guess I was expecting it to sweep me away... I just felt like it was random and depressing. This time, it was a little better... maybe because I knew what was coming, and ***spoiler alert*** was a bit more prepared for the big giant bummer of an ending. I still didn't think it was the greatest movie this year (or even in the top ten), but I did notice a few new things.

First of all, that score! Especially in the beginning, it's really cool and frantic. It's dominated by this intense typewriter sound, especially when little Briony (our yellow journalist) is on the scene. The score also sets the mood effectively in some early scenes with Cecilia; it evokes the restless quiet she feels in the middle of her privilege.

Second... how spoiled/snobbish are Cecelia and Briony??? Especially with the way they talked to the servant, Danny. (And the fact that ***another spoiler alert*** Cecelia automatically suspected Danny of the story's pivotal rape.)

Third... I did like the cool interjection of real WWII footage of the evacuation to Dunkirk. It added gravitas to an otherwise silly story.

Still, give me The Diving Bell and the Butterfly or No Country For Old Men any day. That was gripping drama.
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