High Concept
Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?


Friday, May 30, 2003

The Pitch: It's like The Fog meets The Polyphonic Spree!  

I'm starting to cheat, as The Polyphonic Spree aren't a movie, they're a band. But screw it. The day outside is as gray as could be, I go to work in a few hours, and I'm pleasantly relaxed. Spent most of the last day or two reading 33 comic books and trying to provide something reasonably coherent about each one. This week, most of my reviews were incredibly short. Nothing to say, is how it felt, which made it harder for me to write the actual reviews. Hibbs claims to write them with an eye toward being funny, but stupid me, I find myself caught in the trap of trying to give criticism, saying what I didn't like and why. It's hard because, like in book publishing, editors seem to have become line editors, coordinating with everyone to make sure the books make it to press on time, and spending very little time ironing out the kinks in scenes. I'd like to think it helps the people creating the books for someone to tell them "why something didn't work." But I don't know anymore. I've come across enough messageboards filled with vitriol over a review, even when it's somewhat positive. Maybe people want to write what they want to write, and they don't really care what anyone thinks.

Gah. I'm really second-guessing myself all over the place here. Maybe a yummy breakfast is what's needed. Later.

posted by Jeff | 9:44 AM |


Monday, May 26, 2003

The Pitch: It's like The Matrix Reloaded meets Cremaster 3!  

So much stuff to write about, so little time.

Seriously, the last two weeks or so have just been an inundation of experience. And that's a pretty good thing, I think, even though it's made me spacier than hell. Today, me and the supergirlfriend went and saw Cremaster 3 at the Castro. A good solid chunk of the day--three hours--was spent indoors, staring at what one might believe is the inside of Matthew Barney's head. It's an astonishingly well-made movie, at the least, and there was much to ruminate on, particularly if you have a fondness for creation myths, the struggle of the artists, and a dollop of Masonic imagery.

After, Edi and I were sitting eating and she pointed out we saw the Matrix: Reloaded exactly a week ago. That was in Reno, where we also saw RAIN, a tribute band to the Beatles, the night before (simulations and simulacra, indeed). True to form, I did have a big bucketful of oysters, several servings of the bread pudding, all-you-can-eat sushi and even more glorious food (I think my favorite meal was a bowl of rice krispies with bananas somewhere around midnight on Monday). I came back to a newsletter ready to be done, and spent most of my days back either writing or fretting about writing. Now it's early to bed, one more day of work (which I expect to be hellish) and then more days off. I know Brian would like it if I helped him write the Savage Critic this week, but I'm feeling a bit lethargic and I've got a lot to do around the house. I'd also like to work on this blog a bit, because I'd like to give some reviews of the movies I've seen and the books I've read--or things that vaguely resemble that. I'd like to write about Geoffrey Eugenides, for example, and my impressions of him after I read Virgin Suicides and after I read Middlesex. I want to write about my grey hair. I want to write about how Milan Kundera's The Art of the Novel blew my brains through the back of my head--until I lost it. Summer's here and I really, really want to spend it writing (no, really, I do). Writing about everything I can.

So. You'll hear more from me soon.

posted by Jeff | 9:05 PM |


Friday, May 23, 2003

Movie Poop Shoot - Title Bout  

Movie Poop Shoot - Title Bout
I wonder if comic book thieves have fancy justifications the way music thieves do. No one admits they STEAL music -- everyone's "sampling" it, or has some fancy fucked justification about how CDs are too expensive. FUCK THAT: I steal music because I like having lots of music and not paying for it. Everyone would steal everything if they could get away with it -- that's why we live in the USA and not Navajo-ville.
Good ol' A.K.--his Title Bout columns are life-affirming reasons to live if you're a comic fan. I used to think I was funny until I started reading this.

posted by Jeff | 12:21 PM |


Wednesday, May 21, 2003

Movie Poop Shoot - DVD Diatribe  

Movie Poop Shoot - DVD Diatribe
"At the end of the movie, John Turturro came up to me, and John's performance is of a sort of whinny, needy, obnoxious homosexual Jew, and Turturro came up to me on the last day and said, 'I just want to thank you so much for being the cinematographer,' and I said, 'Well, you know, you're very welcome, the pleasure was all mine,' and he said, 'No, not because of the lighting — I based my entire performance on watching you with Joel and Ethan. So that was sort of … adorable."—Barry Sonnenfeld on working with John Turturro
I was reading this huge-ass column on MPS instead of writing. Maybe it's the procrastination talking, but I found this column an impressive chunk of movie reviewing. And I just found out that both Miller's Crossing and Barton Fink are out on DVD...finally.

posted by Jeff | 7:10 PM |


Saturday, May 17, 2003

High Concept: It's like The Front Page meets The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz!  

I haven't been around much here at ol' Blogville. And for this I apologize. I've thrown only the most slender of bones to all y'all, in part because I've just been kinda goddam busy. For those of you who've never seen one, here's a link to the comix review column I write with Brian roughly twice a month. I did this last week, which accounts for most of my time, and this week I worked overtime to cover next week. Edi and I leave tomorrow for what we hope will be a relaxing few days in Reno. I'm totally stoked because it'll be great to get away, and it'll be especially great to gorge myself on the best bread pudding I've ever had, as well as tons of oysters, and lie around with my lovely girlfriend and try and find a good movie to order off the hotel pay-per-view. But I pretty much have only had two days off over the last seven, so the other non-CE writing has been put by the wayside, I'm afraid.

I'm sure this will also be the case when I get home--I don't have to go to the law firm gig for a week after I get out of here tonight, but I've got a newsletter to crank out between then and now, and also my usually Friday shift at the store.

This is the other reason why I haven't been writing recently. I've been incredibly fucking boring. Fortunately, for the writing that's neither here (blog) nor there (comic store) I may have found a nice resource recently in Grand Text Auto, a group blog all about computer generated works, from hypertext fiction to video games. Look for some interesting stuff to turn up on the research end of the blog soon.

I also finished reading Masters of Doom in an incredibly short amount of time. Spending fifteen bucks on a book that gives me maybe three paragraphs worth of good material: is this what research is like? If so, I think it's time I make sure my library card is up to date and start hitting the stacks, because there wasn't a lot of depth there.

And yes, I still haven't seen The Matrix: Reloaded. I kinda can't believe it either. If I can get away from the oysters and the girlfriend, maybe I'll get a shot at it.

posted by Jeff | 7:19 PM |

 

San Francisco is No. 1 -- in books and booze / Survey distills purchasing habits in U.S. citiesThere are more well-read drinkers in San Francisco than anywhere else in the land.
That's because, according to a new federal survey, San Franciscans spend more on alcohol and books than residents of any other U.S. city.
[...]
The average San Franciscan, however, spent $744 on booze and $266 on books, out of an annual income of $70,237. The average resident of Los Angeles, by comparison, spent only $412 and $148 for the same items, out of an annual income of $53,514...

posted by Jeff | 1:11 PM |


Tuesday, May 13, 2003

 

Judge refuses bail on homicide charge / Suspect in 1982 Los Gatos killing arraigned
Because he was a minor at the time of the alleged crime, Viehweg appeared in juvenile court Monday, although prosecutors said they will seek to have the case transferred to adult court.
[...]
"My position is he should be dealt with as an adult," Deputy District Attorney Ralph Dixon said after the arraignment. "In 1982 we would have proceeded in the manner we are now . . . and attempted to try him as an adult."
Really? Back in 1982? I don't think so. I think it's very likely Viehweg is being disingenous about the reason he killed Jordan (the hardball tactics and yet relative silence on the part of the prosecutors for more information makes me think there was some sort of sexual behavior involved--if they're not just dedicated to railroading--which would make Viehweg strongly resemble the serial killer profile. On the other hand, if it turns out he doesn't have any more skeletons in his closet, maybe he should be tried as a minor since it falls pretty neatly into an underage crime-of-passion thing. I think 1982 didn't have the standard of trying kids as adults we do today.

posted by Jeff | 8:58 AM |

 

Oh, what a tangled web he wove Tobey Maguire is about as sorry as a movie star can be.

In a few short weeks this spring, he got himself dismissed from the next installment of "Spider-Man," had part of Hollywood's power elite work toward his reinstatement, won back his job, fired his agent and then was assiduously courted by the head of every major agency in town. He's back crawling the wall again, chastened by the whole experience.

"I feel like I learned a lesson," he says. "The movie is the most important thing."
Interesting reading for those of us who always suspected Maguire hides skyscraper-sized ego and ambition behind his genial stoner-boy image.

posted by Jeff | 8:32 AM |


Monday, May 12, 2003

 

Yahoo! News - Workers Won't Get Paid Time Off for Bush

The president, who has been campaigning across the country to drum up support for his tax cut and economic plan, scheduled a speech Monday at the Airlite Plastics Co.
Bush is expected to speak to the company's 575 employees about how his economic stimulus plan would benefit them.
Airlite president and CEO Brad Crosby said workers will be given one of four options during the visit: work their regular shift in an adjacent plant not visited by the president, take the day off and make up the work on Saturday, use one of their vacation days, or take an unpaid day off.
File this one under "I guess I'm not surprised, and yet I'm still kinda surprised."


posted by Jeff | 10:16 AM |

 

Yahoo! News - JFK Had Affair With Intern, Author SaysThe Monica before there was Monica:
President John F. Kennedy had an affair with a 19-year-old intern who traveled with him on official trips, according to a new biography of Kennedy.
"She had no skills. She could answer the phone," Robert Dallek, author of "An Unfinished Life," told "Dateline NBC" in an interview that aired Sunday. "Apparently, her only skill was to provide sexual release for JFK on those trips and maybe in the White House."


posted by Jeff | 10:14 AM |


Friday, May 09, 2003

Pynchon brings added currency to 'Nineteen Eighty-Four'  

Pynchon brings added currency to 'Nineteen Eighty-Four'
Superlatives may get people's attention, but they don't do much to reward it. So if one were to hazard, for example, that novelist Thomas Pynchon's foreword to the new Plume edition of "Nineteen Eighty-Four" just happens to be the finest, deepest, sanest new 20 pages around, the case might yet remain something shy of closed. In the wake of such praise, good questions for a skeptic to ask might include "Compared to what?" "Says who?" and, hardest of all to nail down, "Why?"
Amusingly enough, this book review of Orwell's 'Nineteen Eighty-Four' is only about Pynchon's foreword.

posted by Jeff | 8:22 AM |

SBC turns on the charm  

SBC turns on the charm
Meanwhile, employees are warned not to transfer irate customers to SBC's executive suite or to state and federal regulators unless the customer absolutely insists on speaking with the powers that be.
"Do all that you can for the customer to prevent having to send him/her to the Executive Offices, CPUC and/or FCC," workers are told. "Reminder: All complaints that go to the Executive Offices, CPUC and/or FCC are filed as official complaints against our company and don't do a thing to create customer loyalty!"

posted by Jeff | 8:17 AM |

Yahoo! News - Typing Monkeys Don't Write Shakespeare  

Yahoo! News - Typing Monkeys Don't Write Shakespeare
LONDON - Give an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters, the theory goes, and they will eventually produce the works of Shakespeare.

Give six monkeys one computer for a month, and they will produce a mess.
Researchers at Plymouth University in England reported this week that primates left alone with a computer attacked the machine and failed to produce a single word.
"They pressed a lot of S's," researcher Mike Phillips said Friday. "Obviously, English isn't their first language."
This should have made me day, and yet I can't figure out what's more depressing---that this study was done, or that it got reported on.

posted by Jeff | 8:12 AM |

Yahoo! News - Are We Grown Up Yet? U.S. Study Says Not 'Till 26  

Yahoo! News - Are We Grown Up Yet? U.S. Study Says Not 'Till 26
The poll found the following ages at which people expect the transitions to grown-up status to be completed: Age 20.9 self-supporting; 21.1 no longer living with parents; 21.2 full-time job; 22.3 education complete; 24.5 being able to support a family financially; 25.7 married; and 26.2 having a child.
'There is a large degree of consensus across social groups on the relative importance of the seven transitions,' said Tom Smith, director of the survey. 'The only notable pattern of differences is on views about supporting a family, having a child and getting married.
'Older adults and the widowed and married rate these as more important than younger adults and the never-married do,' he added. 'This probably reflects in large part a shift in values across generations away from traditional family values.'
The most valued step toward reaching adulthood, the survey found, was completing an education, followed by full-time employment, supporting a family, financial independence, living independently of parents, marriage and parenthood.
In other news, I guess I'm still waiting to be a grown-up...

posted by Jeff | 8:08 AM |


Thursday, May 08, 2003

MPR's The Writer's Almanac  

MPR's The Writer's Almanac
It's the birthday of Thomas Pynchon, born in Glen Cove, Long Island (1937). His novel Gravity's Rainbow (1973) won the Pulitzer Prize but the editorial board refused to grant him the award. They called it "obscene" and "unreadable," so no one won the Pulitzer for fiction that year. The book won the National Book Award too, but Pynchon refused to go to the awards ceremony to accept it. Gravity's Rainbow begins: "A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now."
Oh man, I had no idea Pynchon's birthday is today! I want to go out drinking now!!!

posted by Jeff | 6:04 PM |


Tuesday, May 06, 2003

 

The Onion A.V. Club | John Malkovich .
It's no surprise that the head of Reuters popularized the phrase "One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter," because only a journalist could come up with something so utterly facile and idiotic, and actually obscene, in fact. But a huge part of the world believes that, and there's nothing I can do about that. They have their little causes, whatever they are. And one has to care about them profoundly, or one is a target. That's the way the world works, the whole world. Ideologically, it doesn't really matter–I really hate ideology, that's for sure. But ideologically, there's really nothing to say about it, because that's what it is. The world is ruled by violence, or at least the imminent threat of violence. It always has been. This is the way the world is, and there's nothing I can do about it–I mean, I can say it, I can observe it, I can have a feeling about whether that's good or bad. I could have, even, some empirical evidence that it's good or bad. But it doesn't matter, because that's what rules the world. Violence.

posted by Jeff | 6:32 PM |

 

sfbg.com | news
When the news broke in March 2000 that the Fang family was taking over the Examiner from Hearst Corp. – mollifying the U.S. Justice Department's antitrust concerns about Hearst's purchase of the San Francisco Chronicle – many people wondered what, exactly, the Fangs were up to.

It was, to put it mildly, an odd deal. The Fangs paid exactly $100 for the name, Web site, news racks, and archives of the onetime flagship of the Hearst empire, the self-proclaimed "Monarch of the Dailies." And Hearst agreed to reimburse them up to $66.7 million for running the paper through July 2003. The transaction almost certainly wouldn't have happened without the backroom wrangling of key local politicians, including Brown and Sen. Dianne Feinstein.
One more reason to love this town...

posted by Jeff | 3:27 PM |

 

Movie & TV News @ IMDb.com#2
Not a single film of some 70 produced by India's Bollywood, the most prolific film industry in the world, has been successful at the box office this year, the BBC reported today (Tuesday). Director Karan Johar said that the audience for Indian films is engaging in a "mutiny." He told a BBC reporter in Bombay: "I think after a long time the audience has revolted and decided it will not see anything that isn't good cinema. It has rejected mediocrity." The rejection has reportedly had devastating consequences for film distributors. The BBC observed: "The distribution system has suffered so badly, distributors are not buying films any more -- they have no money to shell out."
In other words, once I get interested, time to go under. It's the same thing that happend with Hong Kong film and a lot of San Francisco restaurants. I'm sort of faux-horseman of the Apocalype, or something.

posted by Jeff | 3:10 PM |

 

Yahoo! News - 'Virtues' Author Bennett Says No More Gambling
Bennett told Newsweek he had done nothing illegal and that over the course of a decade, he had "come out pretty close to even." But the magazine quoted a casino source who had witnessed Bennett at a high-limit slot machine: "There's a term in the trade for his kind of gambler. We call them losers."
What's great about this particular article is its focus is on how the media has been kicking Bennett now that he's done, and then of course proceeds to do pretty much just that.

posted by Jeff | 11:25 AM |

 

James Joyce' dirty letters
Nora, my faithful darling, my seet-eyed blackguard schoolgirl, be my whore, my mistress, as much as you like (my little frigging mistress! My little fucking whore!) you are always my beautiful wild flower of the hedges, my dark-blue rain-drenched flower.
I love how this is exactly how I would expect Joyce's smutty letters to his wife to read, and yet it still sends jolts of suprise through me anyway.
And of course, this being Joyce, they have to have an introduction from somebody else telling you what's going on, even on a website.

posted by Jeff | 8:58 AM |

 

Welcome to the 11th Annual Dick Tracy Days 2000 Events
Woodstock's celebration of Dick Tracy Days, June 21 to 25, will begin with a 16-year tradition, a Woodstock City Band concert in the Park-in-the Square.
For eleven years, Dick Tracy Days has officially opened with a band concert. This year's band concert begins at 7:30 p.m., Wednesday, June 21. "Books on the Square," music inspired by literature, is the theme of the evening.
Hmm, you'd think the theme of the evening would be "having your fingers broken and dying alone and unnoticed in a freezing storm trying to escape from that #@$! copper Tracy!" But then that's a lot harder to stage, I guess. It's a shame that so few people actually know, remember or care what black, harsh and brutal strip Chester Gould's Dick Tracy was: Gould, a four-color puritan (although his strip worked best when he stuck to just black and white), plotted his stories by the seat of his pants, giving himself the time to fully flesh out torture sequences of Tracy (I remember a deathtrap in which a long nail is being driven slowly through his chest) and spectacularly grisly finishes for his ugsome criminals (I doubt there was ever a more successful physiognomist than Chester Gould). And what do we have as tribute to the bold and brutal success of his work? Water fights and garage sales. Who knows? Gould--whose immortality is assured until two-way public radio watches become common--may well have preferred to be remembered that way than for the truth.

posted by Jeff | 8:54 AM |

 

Yahoo! News - Copies of unreleased Harry Potter novel found in field
Two first editions of author J.K. Rowling (news - web sites)'s next instalment in the hugely popular series, not due for general publication until June 21, were discovered in Suffolk by an unnamed 40-year-old father-of-two, The Sun newspaper reported.

The daily sent a journalist to collect the editions, which were now being kept securely in the newspaper's headquarters in east London.


posted by Jeff | 8:10 AM |


Monday, May 05, 2003

 


AIEEEE!!! I just ordered Infraterrestre off Amazon--I wish they had released it in time for Cinco de Mayo, but that's just cuz I want it one day faster!

posted by Jeff | 12:29 PM |

 

Ain't It Cool News - View ArticleINFRATERRESTRE is the first in the Santo DVD Collection that Rise Above Entertainment is going to be releasing over the course of the year and it comes out on May 6th. Still to come are some of the late 60s/early 70s movies including SANTO AND BLUE DEMON VS. DRACULA AND THE WOLFMAN, SANTO AND BLUE DEMON VS. DR. FRANKENSTEIN, SANTO IN THE TREASURE OF DRACULA, and SANTO VS. FRANKENSTEIN'S DAUGHTER. If this loaded DVD (too bad most of the extras are in Spanish without subtitles) is any sign to come then it would seem that Santo is getting a better DVD treatment than most foreign films get from mainstream Hollywood studios

posted by Jeff | 12:20 PM |

 

Ain't It Cool News - View ArticleThis brings us to INFRATERRESTRE, the newest Santo movie and, from what I understand, the first true Mexi-lucha movie in a long, long time. El Santo has a son who carries on his father’s legacy by wrestling under the name El Hijo Del Santo, the Son of the Saint. He too has become a huge star in Mexico and is the star of INFRATERRESTRE. Wearing the same trademark silver mask, he’s practically indistinguishable from his father. That’s probably why the movie isn’t billed as starring El Hijo Del Santo but just SANTO, EL ENMASCARDO DE PLATA. Santo is a much a pop culture character as he is a flesh and blood person.

posted by Jeff | 12:19 PM |

 

Yahoo! News - Buffett Agitates on CEOs and TaxAsked about President Bush's plan to eliminate the tax on companies' dividends, Buffett said it would unfairly benefit rich people like himself, at the expense of ordinary workers.

"He (Bush) is not changing the amount the American public sends the government," Buffett said, "just changing who does it." The only way to cut taxes is to cut government spending, Buffett added.

Buffett, who plans to give away his more than $30 billion fortune after his death, campaigned several years ago against phasing out certain estate taxes, arguing that it would unfairly benefit rich families.

posted by Jeff | 12:02 PM |

 

HoneyBee Manor - Aw naw, hell naw boy, y'all done up and done it
Now I'm a very confused girl. Ever have a close friend and observe their little cutesy rituals with their significant other? Then watch them break up, and see them do the same things to the next guy?
I had a friend who did this cute little Kiss Attack sort of thing, where she'd jump onto her boyfriend and kiss all around his face really fast. He really seemed to love it, but then they broke up, and the very next time I saw her with her new boyfriend, she did the same exact thing to him. He really seemed to love it, too. His expression was that of "Wow, this girl is so cute and spontaneous," and I wanted to say, "Buddy, it's just part of the Mandy Boyfriend Treatment."
All the things I used to do with Sean, little tickles on the back of his neck, holding on to his elbow skin, they used to have so much meaning when I did them to him, but I was shocked when I started dating another guy at how easy it was to do.
Wow, I thought. I can still convey this affectionate message without any sentiment attached! How fucking sick am I? I'm just miming through the actions.
I couldn't figure out which relationship it cheapened more. The one I was currently in, or the fact that I was recycling a sentiment that apparantly didn't mean enough in my previous relationship.

posted by Jeff | 10:58 AM |

The Pitch: It's like Serpico meets Maid in Manhattan!  

Around twenty years ago, I went to New York. Fortunately, that trip is not the subject of this entry. But I remember being struck by how, when I did go, New York was everything like the movies I had seen about it, and then some. Of course, those movies were Death Wish, Serpico, Fort Apache: The Bronx, and The Warriors. From the pollution-gnarled tombstones running along the side of the highway, to the sepulchral towers of the projects where trash bags dashed between the legs of the boys playing b-ball, New York made its grungy, sad, powerful hand known from the first. Robberies, bodies, drug deals, prostitution, people shooting up--I saw all of this during my time in New York. I was there for two days.

My friend John, who went to school there (and grew up in New York state) went back with his wife recently (four or five years ago, I guess) and told me how different it was. "It's cleaner, it's safer," John told me. "I couldn't believe the difference. We're thinking of moving back. What a difference a police state makes!"

Indeed. This morning, on my way to work, I was thinking about this screenplay idea that had come to me in my sleep a week or so ago, and was trying to figure out how much research I would have to do to make it convincingly seem like it was happening in New York. And after fretting about it, I thought, "Wait a minute, why New York?" It had just seemed to me like a New York type of movie--a cutesy, harmless romantic comedy.

What a difference a police state makes. Twenty-plus years ago, the last place anyone except Woody Allen would have set a romantic comedy was New York. (In fact, although I could be wrong, twenty-plus years ago the setting for a romantic comedy would have been San Francisco.) It was all about bodies being thrown off roofs, robberies, drug deals, prostitution and the grotty influence of Times Square. But now the influential New York movies are romantic comedies (Maid in Manhattan, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days) and, frankly, not even movies: Sex and The City, although its power is finally waning, still holds sway over the public conception of New York, and is very much a small screen concoction. Even Martin Scorsese, trying to make a New York movie about filth and squalor and violence, had to set it at the turn of the 20th Century, as if such things were now the stuff of history for the Big Apple.

Would I trade New York's comparative bliss for its earlier, violent and more squalid self, in the hopes of getting some grittier cinema again? Hey, I don't live there, so why not? Maybe it would be easier to find a Hollywood movie with a little more backbone if in-your-face New York felt it imperative to show its brutal bloody face again. As long as I don't have to visit, let it rip!

posted by Jeff | 9:11 AM |


Saturday, May 03, 2003

The Pitch: It's like Raiders of the Lost Ark meets Best In Show meets Buffy The Vampire Slayer!  

The Best In Show angle: Edi's dog-sitting this weekend, so I get to go home and hang out with a dog. This is a very, very cool thing for me.

The Raiders angle: I was reading this long, enjoyable interview with Alan Moore in this interesting free-mag Arthur, and in it, regarding the difference between magic and religion, the interviewer says, "Of course, the other aspect of magic that separates it from most religions is that it's not based on faith, is it?" To which Moore replies:
Oh, no. No. Faith is for sissies who daren't go and look for themselves. That's my basic position. Magic is based upon gnosis. Direct knowledge. It's a kind of "I'm from Missouri. Show me" approach, if you like.

Which I guess may be the reason why I will continue to circle around magic and never do anything about it. Faith is this super-big aspect to Christianity--the point that supersedes all others, it seems to me, considering you have to worship a God whose name you can't say, whose image you can't see, and whose emissary made a point of leaving behind no body after death. So, yeah, you've got a real difference there--you're not supposed to look, even though you can. Which is precisely how the climax or Raiders is set up: Indy and Marion can both look at the opening of the Ark but don't and that illustrates the distance Indy has come from being a guy who doesn't believe in "mumbo-jumbo." And there is something kind of interesting and perverse about a climax to a blockbuster that is centered around the concept of not looking--no wonder Spielberg blew it. The moment itself, how it hooks into Indy's character arc, even the expository set-up, all of it blown because Spielberg, like Moore, can't fathom not being able to look.

Which brings me to the Buffy angle: It's down to the last three episodes and this last one was awful, just really fucking bad. I don't know if you've been following the season, but I don't think I could do it much justice so you might want to check out Television Without Pity's recaps to get the gist of it. In fact, this might be an excellent idea because it was a recap by Ace of the episode Dirty Girls that started me thinking about various Buffy things. Ace points out how the subtext of Dirty Girls is "seeing, and objectification and fantasy" (which culminates with a rather nasty climax to the episode's big action scene that may also be a rather bloody meditation on the male gaze). This is pretty much the subtext of the whole season, more or less, with the villain, the First, being an entity that can see everything (and take the form of anyone who's died), but apparently cannot touch or be touched.

Anyway, what was interesting to me about the last fucking awful episode is that it manages to do everything that the recappers of Television Without Pity would like to see happen (people tell off Buffy, pretty much, and then she's kicked out of her own house) and yet in a way that makes almost no sense within the show (the season has been pretty shitty overall, because it's had lots and lots of padding, and lots and lots of characters doing things out of character because the story needs them to). There's an odd speech where Buffy is getting told off by Anya who says something like, it's not like you're better than us, you're just luckier than us. Which in the context of the story refers to Buffy being given the powers of the Slayer, but in the meta-context of the show(as pointed out by the Poster Pack on the comments section to Peter David's blog) might refer to Sarah Michelle Gellar being the lead of the show and how her decision to leave will put all these actors, writers, and directors out of a job. Add to this, the fact that the First appears mainly only as Buffy (since her character has died twice) and it can make you wonder: Who is The First? Is it Sarah Michelle Gellar (the star of the show, and therefore "the first" consideration?), the one who will finally do what no villain could, and kill the show for good?

Or is the audience--today's audience, with their message boards and recaps and email petitions--The First? Separate from everything happening, and yet the source of it, too. Untouchable, but with a corrupting voice, that wishes violence upon a figure with whom it once identified (which is why it still appears, maybe, as Buffy?) and which is being given everything it might want (a Buffy/Spike romance, a Xander/Anya separation, more Giles) by its faithful servants but in a way that still won't please it. The audience comes first, as the saying goes, and maybe the last few episodes of Buffy are being deliberately staged to give us everything we might want, in a way that will never satisfy us, as a way to teach us a lesson. What that lesson might be, I wouldn't know but maybe it's something along the lines of: You don't always have to look.

posted by Jeff | 6:04 PM |


Friday, May 02, 2003

The Pitch: It's like My Dinner With Andre meets Shock Waves!  

Mmmm....Shock Waves. I think I have the name right: it was the first movie in the short-lived Underwater Nazi Zombie genre. Can you believe it? I'd like to say that the first Underwater Nazi Zombie movie made so much money it started a genre, but my theory is it's when the second movie makes money that the genre starts. So it's not Halloween that started the slasher genre, it was Halloween. It wasn't Fist Full of Dollars that started the Spaghetti Western genre, it was Django (and I mean started in the sense of, I dunno, "ignition," as opposed to "the thing at the beginning"). Anyway, I forget the movie after Shock Waves that had the same basic plot--divers go to exotic location to dive for sunken boat that had been filled with escaped Nazis and escaped Nazi gold and find themselves fighting underwater Nazi zombies--and when it made money on the exploitation market, there was a brief burst of movies with people being killed by underwater Nazi zombies.

Ah, good times.

Anyway, I can't remember what made today like my movie pitch other than I ate too much food today. Seriously, way too much food. The girlfriend's on her bed (and called out, unaware of what I'm writing, "Danny Boyle made a zombie movie. That should be worth seeing.") and I'm going to go lie next to her. I just felt anyone coming here from my old blog should be greeted with a little more action than yesterday's movie.

Oh! And this was cool. We walked out of Firecracker, the la-la-la place we ate at tonight (we were aiming for Herbivore and got deflected) and ducked into Aquarius Records and I actually asked about an artist, the woman behind the counter had never heard of! This isn't hard to do at a Tower Records or a Sam Goody ("I'm sorry, the computer's not showing a band called Time Waits, sir." "No, no. Tom. Waits.") but at Aquarius Records, I took a bit of pride asking about Donnacha Costello and the woman getting an alarmed look on her face. I was sure she was going to go, "No, no!" and then melt into an unhappy, black-wearing puddle, but she didn't. And she was actually pretty nice for a record store clerk so I feel completely asshole-ish writing this, but apart from the time when I got all the record clerks at streetlight to shamefacedly admit they hadn't heard the Fantomas record I was buying and had never even heard of Hal Wilner's "Whoops, I'm An Indian", it may have been my proudest moment as a customer of snotty record stores.

Actually, I take this whole anecdote back, and the other one, too, because the clerks at streetlight introduced me to the awesome Vladislav Delay. I'm just a jerk, which makes my whole upcoming comparison of the hipsters on Valencia to Underwater Nazi Zombies to be completely without merit. I realize I'm the underwater nazi zombie in this scenario, and the whole time I was hoping to be Wally Shawn. Damn.

posted by Jeff | 10:33 PM |


Thursday, May 01, 2003

 

Consumerist synesthesia today. I went into Streetlight Records after lunch today, looking for a record that was a Japanese monster movie.

I actually have a Godzilla soundtrack somewhere (if I didn't sell it) and know that doesn't really do the trick. But I wanted a guy in a rubber suit stepping on miniature buildings while remote controlled tanks popped caps at him, but I didn't want to watch it. I wanted to experience it another way, somehow. Not just the video games they have now, either. Something like music, where you are inside the thing, like the way your head is inside music when you put the headphones on. I want to move through this city, stomping and roaring. I want to see the beautifully detailed miniature buildings, painstakingly assembled, run for myself the long BART train that comes up from Daly City and gets snagged on the monster's claw. I've been looking at the movie listings, and today is probably the absolute last day I can see Frida and Russian Ark on the same double-bill but I don't much care to go: there won't be any masked wrestlers in either movie, no extended musical numbers, no scene of Marcello Mastroianni softly calling to a woman being seduced in the room of an ancient mansion. And no Japanese monsters.

It's when I keep looking for that sort of thing, be it in the movie listings or the malls, that I know I need to get back to my writing. I don't think I've written anything, really, for over a week and a half now (probably last Monday or Tuesday and which is the longest I've gone without writing in a while), so hopefully I'll break the stalemate and get back to work. Sadly, if I let more than a day go by without writing, it does become work, no matter how enjoyably slapdash I make it. With luck, I'll stop waiting for the ultimate graphic novel--the one that comes over headphones, and maps an outwardly branching decision tree concerning lost love, Daikaiju, industrial shipping yards and the centuries-long emnity that exists between vikings and priates--and get myself back to work.

The worst part is, I just realized this is why I spent all that money at Old Navy yesterday. I knew there was a reason.

posted by Jeff | 4:45 PM |

Listings: April 29 - May 5, 2002 (Writers Almanac)  

Listings: April 29 - May 5, 2002 (Writers Almanac)
Today is May Day, one of the oldest holidays on the calendar. The ancient Romans celebrated it with a festival of thanksgiving to the flower goddess, Flora - they scattered flower petals in the streets. The Celts built bonfires to ward off evil spirits. In medieval England, whole villages would turn out to go "a-maying," paying homage to their local May Queen, and dancing around a maypole. Women rose before sunrise to wash their faces with dew, which they believed would beautify their skin.
I was a bit worried that Keillor hadn't mentioned May Day but I decided to poke into the archives. Guess he doesn't just repeat the same stuff every year. It's also the day the Empire State Building opened to the public, and Joseph Heller's birthday...

posted by Jeff | 4:20 PM |
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