Like an old late movie show, you’ve seen it all before

The Other Boleyn Girl (Justin Chadwick, 2008). Chadwick’s feature directorial debut suffers from many of the problems that make costume dramas one of the most dreaded of film sub-genres. It shoves needlessly complicated castle intrigue to the forefront in place of thoughtful plotting and intricate characterization. It is marked by static visuals that accomplish little more than sustained examination of the efforts of the costume designers and art directors. And actors emote wildly, flinging words aimlessly at one another with little apparent interest in finding depth in the language. Simply, it entirely forgoes imagination and probing details in favor of … Continue reading Like an old late movie show, you’ve seen it all before

His whiskey bottle spillin’ in a lake that’s made of salt

“If I have all the tears that are shed on Broadway by guys in love, I will have enough salt water to start an opposition ocean to the Atlantic and Pacific, with enough left over run the Great Salt Lake out of business.” –Damon Runyon, as quoted in a recent New Yorker article. I don’t always have a high opinion of Adam Gopnik as a writer, but I will concede that he’s always a helluva quoter. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading His whiskey bottle spillin’ in a lake that’s made of salt

Feelin’ better than yesterday and worse than tomorrow

Sheboygan Confidential 1998 This has come up before. I had a long-standing tradition with my old college roommate of following the annual announcement of the Academy Award nominations by convening as quickly as possible to engage in what we termed “instant Oscar predictions.” This was fine in college, but became more difficult as pesky adulthood cast us to different corners of our mutual home state. Of course, during many of those years I was always looking for an excuse to take a roadtrip and compile a new mix tape for the occasion. So another part of the tradition for me … Continue reading Feelin’ better than yesterday and worse than tomorrow

The movie star, well she crashed her car, but everyone said she was beautiful even without her head

Syriana (Stephen Gaghan, 2005). For his sophomore directorial effort, Gaghan returns to the sort of multi-thread, big issue storytelling that won him a screenwriting Oscar for Traffic. The result is dense, resolutely intellectual and dramatically inert. The unapologetic complexities of the film are admirable, but Gaghan almost entirely ignores the human element. Even the few details seemingly intended to flesh out the characters beyond their pawnlike roles in the major schemes of international intrigue come across as mere convolutions. As a treatise on the current ways of the world Syriana has some power. It could have used some more adept … Continue reading The movie star, well she crashed her car, but everyone said she was beautiful even without her head

One for Friday: Black Solid, “Hot N Now”

Much as I might aspire to be a person of refined tastes, expounding on the art of cinema or submerging myself in some acclaimed literary wonder, I must also admit a taste for some less inspiring fare. This, sadly, is especially true of food. We are aspirational chefs in our household and strive to eat well. Given the opportunity, though, I would happily, greedily purchase and consume a whole sack full of thirty-nine cent hamburgers. Sometime during my first year of college, joyful drunkards of my acquaintance discovered this concrete bunker nestled within the strip of commercial eyesores on the … Continue reading One for Friday: Black Solid, “Hot N Now”