tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29374014675901779902024-03-13T21:53:36.937+00:00We are the Goon SquadFlm, Art, Culture, Things that remind me of Bowie.Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-7858949888803311942013-01-28T12:22:00.004+00:002013-01-28T12:22:28.079+00:00A Good Day<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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an imperfect day. My sister and I found
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movie on my part, does this make me a terrible cineophile?) We arrived there for around four, in plenty of time to catch the anticipated 5pm start time. It didn't occur to us that this was an open air cinema...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">We found a perfect viewing spot, spread out our quaint little towel in anticipation for the festivities. We stared on in envy as throngs of people arrived evidently more prepared than ourselves. Wine, fruit, and spoils you could hardly imagine Marie Antoinette indulging in emerged from baskets and carrier bags all around us. We maintained stoicism in the face of our oversight. Although we did invest in overpriced stale cheese popcorn. As you do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Finally at sometime around half five, there was an introduction of sorts, in where the speaker informed us of the schedule of festivities, where in nothing was going to happen until about half seven, and the movie was not airing until about 9pm. Obviously we had not factored in outdoor cinema's greatest nemesis, the sun. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">This day was just a stand out day in 2012 for me. You may be thinking, "you achieved absolutely nothing," but the combination of spontaneity and good company provided laughs and memories a plenty, and as I have said, the perfect anecdote to a failed venture. </span><br />
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Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-23392092198498380922013-01-26T15:22:00.003+00:002013-01-26T15:26:32.445+00:00The Parade: Nathalie Djurberg<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">One of the most arresting art shows I have been privy too in the last year was without a doubt The Parade by Nathalie Djurberg which I saw at the New Museum down in the Bowery in New York. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">We are guided by the overseeing birds to each film, each a provocative document of the human condition. Greed; violence; the exotic, unknown other; all culminates in a staggering final short, "The Parade of Rituals and Stereotypes," depicting the grotesque dominance of prejudice; of the racial, gender, and religious capacity. One of the figures literally "irons out" another, eradicating the person's right to freedom.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">An evocative show that demands analysis, themes that we assume have been previously dealt with at length are spectacularly readdressed by Djurberg. She herself has <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/06/03/arts/design/female-artists-occupy-main-galleries-at-the-new-museum.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0" target="_blank">said</a>:</span></span><br />
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<br />Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-84177203376991665162013-01-23T19:08:00.001+00:002013-01-23T19:08:29.333+00:00A Comprehensive List of the Minuscule Amount of Books I read in 2012 and My Subsequent Thoughts About Them <div>
I feel quite ashamed of the amount of books I read this year. Hmm... more like the amount of books I didn't read.... There were a few left unfinished, <i>Anna Karenina, Lolita, </i>and <i>American Psycho</i>, I'm coming for you! Also, can <i>Anna Karenina</i> taking up two months of reading time be my excuse for the paltry list below? Yes? Right, onward.<br />
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<b><i>By Nightfall</i>, Michael Cunningham</b><br />
Honestly, I am not exactly sure when I read this, whether it was December or January, but considering I didn't start reading the following entry until February, I'm going to guess <i>By Nightfall</i> was my initial read of 2012. <br />
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Cunningham is a beautiful writer, and paints a stunning narrative about a Manhattan art-buyer Peter and his wife Rebecca. Peter is already facing into existential mid-life crisis territory when Rebecca's troubled brother "Mizzy" shows up and further exacerbates tensions. <br />
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An addictive read from the author of <i>The Hours</i>. Never has anyone managed to make such narcissistic characters so sympathetic. <br />
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<b><i>The Killer Inside Me</i>, Jim Thompson</b><br />
My curiosity was struck for this novel when the eponymous film was released to much controversy a couple of years ago. It's funny what the public accept through prose, but freak out about on film, but I digress....<br />
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I still have yet to see the film, but the book was thoroughly engaging. I wouldn't say it is any literary masterpiece, but it is uniquely effective in delving into the mind of psychopath; not just merely seeing things from his perspective, but we witness the constant negotiations our protagonist engages with himself; wrestling between his sadistic desires and conscience guilt.<br />
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<b><i>Death in Spring</i>, Merce Rodoreda</b><br />
Rodoreda's novel is a feast for the senses. It is lush in imagery, allegory, and symbolism. Our protagonist is a fourteen-year-old boy, whom we meet when he watches his father commit suicide. This traumatic opening sets the tone of the novel, one filled with descriptions of the rituals and superstitions that pervade the life of this teen and the village he lives in. Through his eyes we see those who grapple with these limitations that subsequent these rules, and even those who rebel against, and the consequences they suffer. <br />
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It's traumatic, terrifying, and emotional, but quite possibly one of the most gorgeous narratives I have ever read, and this is just the translation, just think how beautiful the original Catalan script could be. <i>Highly </i>recommended. </div>
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<b><i>Lady Chatterley's Lover</i>, D. H. Lawrence</b><br />
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Published in 1928, this is a revolutionary novel in many ways, and faced years of censorship. It even managed to play a role in the American sexual revolution, as referred to in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HIVB2dem7ZU" target="_blank">Mad Men</a> that one time when Peggy is still an innocent lost soul.<br />
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Lady Chatterley is lost in an unfulfilled marriage. Themes of class, love, and sexuality (obviously) filter throughout the novel.<br />
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<i>Then Again</i>, Diane Keaton</b><br />
If you want to laugh, cry, and appreciate your parents to no end, then <i>Then Again</i> is the read for you!<br />
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Keaton takes us on a lyrical, journey of her life, an undertaking that itself was inspired by the actress's discovery of her own mother's journals.<br />
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It's just poignant and refreshing because it has none of the self-serving narcissism you would expect from a Hollywood biography. It's very much to do with who she is as a person and where she has come from. Keaton is a very self aware individual who lives beyond the glamour of her industry, and seeks clarity from the choices she has made. This book is very gratifying and will indeed make you reassess your own life choices.<br />
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<b><i>Cat on a Hot Tin Roof</i>, Tennessee Williams</b><br />
I guess this technically shouldn't be on the list, not a novel, but, I read the extended version, with the alternate original ending that Williams wanted to be staged. It was far more bleak and abstract and would have been staggering on stage I am sure.<br />
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<b><i>Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?</i>, Mindy Kahling</b><br />
This is the kind of book that makes me re-evaluate what the fuck I am doing with my life. When Kahling was my age she had already achieved so much professionally, and has only continued on to do more amazing things. She was the only female writer during the first series of The Office, and now she writes and stars in her own show. I'm not saying I want to be a "star" of anything, but her ambition is staggering and admirable. And her memoir proves that, as well as that she's humble and hilarious to boot. </div>
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<b><i>Fahrenheit 451</i>, Ray Bradbury</b><br />
Back in July I headed to New York, and post-seven hour transatlantic flight I was dying to escape the sorrowful dilemmas in Anna Karenina. My sisterly encouraged me to read <i>Fahrenheit 451,</i> and quite frankly I think she may have been offended that I hadn't already.<br />
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It's a dystopian treat for all you masochists out there. A criticism of censorship and dictatorship alike, the novel takes place in a world where books have been banned. Reading is regarded as anarchistic. Fire men no longer stop fires, but rather <i>start </i>them. They are out to punish those who dare stash books under the floor boards, hiding above light fixtures... <br />
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Guy Montag is a fireman, we meet him as he himself experiences a moral turning point. Is one man enough to overturn the misconception that society has forced onto literature?<br />
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An addictive and evocative read.<br />
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<b><i>Valley of the Dolls</i>, Jacqueline Susann</b><br />
One of the highlights of the year, I happened to be in New York City when I read this, feeling as if I was journeying along with the Dolls, through the Upper East Side, Midtown, and the like. Fortunately I didn't yield the same dependence on men and pills as they did. But never say never I guess. <br />
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Anne, Jennifer, and Neely start out as plucky young women who arrive in New York with aspirations, some modest, in Anne's case, some excessive, in Neely's showbiz-obsessed mind.<br />
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Life in the big city soon reveals itself to not be as simple as first presumed. When pressures get to much Jennifer turns to her "little dolls" to help her cope and achieve her dreams. This is a decision treacherous for all three woman, and leads to a life of unrelenting misery. <br />
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Frustratingly brilliant depiction of women on the wrong side of the feminine revolution.<br />
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<b><i>Talking to Girls about Duran Duran</i>, Rob Sheffield</b><br />
Sheffield's first novel, <i>Love is a Mixtape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time</i>, weaved an endearing tapestry charting his relationship with his first wife through their shared appreciation of music, specifically through the lost art of the mixtape, and the symbolism that encapsulates. <i>Love is a Mixtape</i> was decidedly poignant because we are aware of the inevitable, Renee's death.<br />
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Deliriously nostalgic, Sheffield is a candid writer who brings out the feels. </div>
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<b><i>In Zanesville</i>, Jo Ann Beard</b><br />
I bought this on a whim in The Strand (like I do with most of my purchases in The Strand, the employees there have such impeccable taste). Having never heard of the author, or the book, I wasn't sure what to expect but the plot intrigued me enough to indulge.<br />
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It's a book about that contentious time in a teenager's life. You are no longer a child, but you are certainly not an adult yet. <i> In Zanesville</i> poises many questions, some of which many of us can relate to surely. What do you do when your best friend in the whole world, your beacon of safety, suddenly seems aloof? When you have no one on the outside to turn to, where does one turn when the home situation is so precarious?<br />
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We don't learn the name of our protagonist, perhaps Beard wanted this to be a novel of self-reflection for the reader. We all went through the same tumultuous time when hormones made surfacing to the day difficult, so there is undoubtedly something here for everyone.<br />
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<b><i>Geek Love</i>, Katherine Dunn</b><br />
A stunningly complex book about a unique family of unique talents. The Binewski clan are the head of a travelling circus. The patriarch and matriarch, Al and Lil, devise a plan to create their own little circus freaks. Throughout each pregnancy, Lil is willingly subjected to drug taking and radioactive elements in the hopes that at the end of gestation, they'll have a masterpiece befit for a circus. Given how the children come to be, <i>Geek Love</i> is a tale of family with some seriously sinister undertones. Their's is a love they that warns against the dangerous of dependency. Olympia (Oly) is our main narrative voice. The story switches between two periods of time, building towards two equally consuming crescendos.<br />
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The highest honour of the year goes to Geek Love, book of the year, wish I had heard of this 1989 publication a long time ago.<br />
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The book is entertaining, and isn't simply a feast on tourist attractions. In the prologue he alludes to the fact that America cannot simply be painted with one brush, that every state is like its own country which holds its own culture. His journey of epic proportions proves this, and most states (bar a couple unfortunately) have been given the utmost attention in the portraits he creates for each.<br />
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I spied this book during an ill-advised browse through the Urban Outfitters website. The cover was quite arresting and it was decided it must be purchased.<br />
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After his grandfather's mysterious death, Jacob Portman sets out on his own investigation which brings him al the way to Wales, to search for the home where his grandfather was housed as an orphan of World War II. The ensuing adventure is accompanied by reams of old photos that we are assured haven't been doctored in any form.<br />
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This was a huge disappointment, but the reason I believe is not because it was a bad or even badly written novel, but because this belongs in the Young Adult genre. I am not saying I am above this genre, but I didn't enter into the book knowing this, and so was woefully underwhelmed by the two dimensional characterizations as well as the predictable narrative progress. Jacob was just such a predictable protagonist! Mighty frustrating stuff.<br />
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Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-85519074773865844462012-09-21T15:29:00.003+01:002012-09-21T15:29:42.377+01:00Cosmopolitan Magazine <span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I could never quite verbalise why I hate Cosmopolitan magazine so much. Years ago I thought it was the garish way the publication was edited together. The colours, the layout, maybe? Maybe, or maybe my brain was trying to warn me about something. Not that I ever bought this magazine anyway, it just happens to be what my housemate always bought. </span><br />
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Watch it.Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-53236997293520721262012-09-21T01:24:00.001+01:002012-09-21T13:30:33.289+01:00Shopping the Film Stash #7 - Super High Me<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Finally got around to watching <i>Super High Me</i> recently. The concept for the film derived from a joke delivered on stage by comedian Doug Benson, filmmaker Michael Blieden's interests were piqued and thus the toke-reef-ic (I apologise, now that it is out of my system, it will not happen again, I swear) documentary was born.</span><br />
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<br />Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-8108982931137311442012-09-21T01:03:00.001+01:002012-09-21T13:31:01.378+01:00Shopping the Film Stash #6 - American Graffiti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>American Graffiti</i> is mentioned in his hit list of films that is guilty of submitting to pastiche and la mode retro (nostalgia mode). On the offset, it contains all the symptoms of what Jameson's describing; we've got a period piece, 1962, perfect for the selective retrospective eyes; a coming of age tale; one night in the lives of Californian youth before summer ends and another school year begins; a ensemble cast, every niche and stereotype is ripe for the taking. Jameson argues that this this template enables an ideology to be created. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The premise lends itself to pastiche, with the action taking place on one of the last nights of the summer, two soon-to-be college students, Richard Dreyfuss and Ron Howard as Curt and Steve, decide to have one last night out in their one horse town. It is a transitory time in their lives, much like 1962 was a transitory time for America.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Sure the backdrops are familiar; the girls and boys toilets, the chats in front of the mirror; the drive-in movie; the local hang-out is a diner where the waitresses are on roller skates; the arcade; and there is even an open road notorious for drag racing, where a climatic scene takes place. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>American Graffiti</i> is more like a snap shot, a long lost postcard rather than a pastiche that threatens to obliterate our true relationship with the past. This is not an attempt to be a sermon on our history, or even a rewrite of history, this is simply a moment in time, with ordinary people. Bar an end-credit revelation of what became of the characters, there is no omnipresent wink, no case of dramatic irony setting the tone of film. It is an homage to an era, and a dedication to lost youth and rebellion, taping into the spirit of early rock and roll culture of America</span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">You are following these teens around on a night where nothing really major happens, because that is you. Haven't we all wandered around aimlessly with friends, because we have all at the awkward age where staying home with the parents is boring, but there really is no place for you to go and be civilised. You didn't belong anywhere and neither do these guys. There is no motive about Kennedy, Vietnam, or the Civil Rights amendments (you know, the juicy stuff film usually sinks its teeth into in the 60s), this is pure unadulterated </span><i style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">nothingness </i><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">and that is what makes it fun and familiar. However, as mentioned previously, there are some coming of age moments abound, but not in the epic, monumental, uncouth manner of today - it is more like Curt and Steve come to some realisations and then act upon them accordingly. </span><br />
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Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-9562149901799271892012-09-16T20:53:00.000+01:002012-09-16T20:59:58.885+01:00Alice's Tea Cup<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Three years ago I spent a summer over in New York, where I was spoiled by my sister, and we had the greatest times exploring. I had what you might call a New York bucket list. And I accomplished and saw so much, but there always things that are left behind. The grandest of intentions sadly do not always come to fruition. So when I returned to the city this summer, things were seen. <a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8pslfXW2G1rsv9hz.gif" target="_blank"> Because bitches get stuff done</a></div>
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One of the excursions left at the wayside previously was a trip to Alice's Tea Cup. As an Alice in Wonderland obsessive (though I shamefully still haven't actually read the CS Lewis classic) I had been dying to make it here for quite a while.</div>
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We went to an 11 am showing of Wes Anderson's <i>Moonrise Kingdom</i>, which was glorious. Something I hate about living two hours away from a decent cinema is that I usually invariably miss all the great, limited release films. I am sure some will think, "You were in New York city, where there is sunshine-a-plenty and you chose to go to a cinema at 11 o'clock in the morning?" And to those haters, I say HELL YES. <i>Moonrise Kingdom</i> was even more spectacular and uplifting than even expected. </div>
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After that we descended on Anthropologie, one of my favourite places to shop and where I actually cannot afford, but let's just say I got some good deals. With Anthropologie it's more than just going to browse and buy clothes, it's an experience. While there is literally art exhibited within the store, the way the shop is so meticulously curated, the entire place feels like you have wandered into an interactive art installation. Unfortunately I have no pictures of the beautiful new Anthrolpologie on 3rd Avenue, because I didn't want to be thrown out. </div>
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After a tough morning of wandering around the decrepit paths of the Upper East Side we decided we finally needed to quench our collective thirst and hunger. After all, our breakfast that morning was only a measly (read - delicious) buffet of popcorn and chocolate M&Ms. </div>
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There was a twenty minute wait to get a table, which I guess for a Sunday afternoon in Manhattan is to be expected? I was honoured to sit on the dog piss-infested stoop beside Alice's Tea Cup. The anticipation to enter was that blinding. </div>
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I've noticed throughout the years, when I take pictures, only a small percentage of what I seem to take are the stock expected photos. Fear not, you will find many snaps of the New York skyline in my library. There is, however, another strange, probably more boring side to the photos I take. Maybe it's the lifestyle blogger in me waiting to escape, but I love taking pictures of the finer details in places I go. And Alice's Tea Cup presented a treasure trove of opportunity for me. </div>
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The details that catch my eye are usually what give the place I am visiting at that given time the character that is so enthralling, and the brief snaps I take are my attempt to capture that spirit. The were only a few that were taken in Alice's Tea Cup. There were a lot of children roaming about in fairy wings who were enjoying their own tea parties (jealousy knows no bounds, oh to be a child and grow up in New York) and I did not want to be <i>that </i>person. So in the end I just bathed in the atmosphere.</div>
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I am not normally, in fact at all, a tea drinker, (I know *GASP*, what kind of Irish person do I think I am?), except it happened to be my un-birthday, and when in Wonderland...</div>
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Parousing the menu alone felt otherworldly. It was a directory of teas from around the globe. It seemed like traditional tea was there for obligatory reasons, the rest pandered to the brave, the Alice in everyone. </div>
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After we had made our quaint order, one of the waiters arrived to the table next to ours with what could only be described as a banquet befitting the English countryside, after an afternoon of croquet. Vintage cake platters laden with sandwiches, scones, and deserts, along with multiple pots of tea, were sprinkled around the table. We could only look on in envy. </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">We had been meaning to return, go for an all out Alice-inspired day, one that would have seen the tea party followed by a trip to the statue in Central Park. But as I said, grand intentions, and there were other, more emergent things to be seen to.<br /><br />There is room for a rabbit-esque quote in here, but I feel I have done enough injustice to the worlds of word play, puns, and Alice in Wonderland for one day. <br /><br />Go. See. Explore. Have some tea.<br /></span></td></tr>
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I was thralling through a little music shop the other day, trying to decide what to do with my last fifteen euro, when what should I see before me but this:<br />
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It was in the new releases section. I was perplexed. I thought this collaboration had long since ceased recording together. Checking the date in disbelief, seeing a 2012 stamp, I purchased the album with unbinding excitement and anticipation.<br />
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Once out in the car, upon further inspection while pouring over the enclosed booklet, it revealed itself to be a bit of a concept record, the hint lying in the title <i>Americana</i>. It is a collection of folk songs and ballads, shaken up with an alternative edge by Young and Crazy Horse. <br />
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Something about American folk has always been haunting. It may be the lonesome vagabond quality attached to the voice of the respective singer; most likely however, it is attributable to the underling presence of the Frontier Myth and the colonisation of the Native American people. Folk embodies conflicting emotions: the pride of the Frontier Myth and the so-called honour attached to that, and subsequent disintegration and obliteration of Native tribes.<br />
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Geronimo himself is referenced in the album art, where Neil Young and Crazy Horse's heads have been superimposed onto a press photo of Geronimo in a Locomoblie during a 101 Ranch Show in 1906. Geronimo's significance as a historical American figure complements the weighted themes of American folk. Geronimo was a Bedonkohe Apache leader who rebelled and protested against the infiltration by Mexico and America into Apache tribes. <br />
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The song "Clementine" is particularly resonant when recalling the history that the sleeve refers to. The harmony is eerily reminiscent of a war chant, possessing the same charging momentum as Johnny Cash's "Ghost Riders In The Sky". It evokes resilience and strength, and a unity that reinforces the usual solitude of lone folk heroes. <br />
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Another tune on offer, "Oh Susannah", epitomises what Americana has done with what one assumed were traditional and outdated songs. You anticipate that Young will simply croon his way through a rendition of Oh Susannah and beg her to cry for him, but instead they have delivered a grungey orchestration, leaving a decidedly melancholic stamp on a otherwise old hat. <br />
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This is a case of faith in folk being revitalised with a spirit of transgression, essential to that of any American arts canon. Neil Young and Crazy Horse lift away the stigma of cringe-inducing "she'll be coming round the mountain when she come" narratives, to instead present a story of gravitas and integrity. "Jesus' Chariot", similarly to Clementine, retains the momentum of the chant and serves to reinstate folk as a musical force once again.Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-32629930634566860662012-06-13T23:10:00.000+01:002012-06-13T23:10:35.752+01:00I'm Shakin'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't imagine how difficult it was to review Dogville as a film journalist. I personally could never have reviewed it objectively because of the emotional journey and visceral toll this brought me. But luckily this is a personal blog so I will not have to worry about that until I am being paid. Any day now....<br />
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Dogville tells the story of a young woman Grace, Nicole Kidman, who, seeking sanctuary from a gangster, stumbles into a tiny, isolated village and thus comes under the mercy of its mysterious inhabitants.<br />
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At first, though the village elders are reluctant to take Grace in and shelter her from her undefined threat, once she has been welcomed into the community, things seem altogether rosy. Lars von Trier is the master of luring one in to a false sense of security (hark back to the lavish wedding festivities in Meloncholia, the seemingly innocent band of outsiders in The Idiots).<br />
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Little by little, deceit and foreboding treacle into proceedings. As the vulnerable asylum seeker, the residents of Dogville begin to take advantage of Grace both mentally and physically. They use their apparent kindness in taking her in as collateral to commit abhorrent acts. <br />
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Aside from the relentless storyline, one of the most striking elements of the film is obviously the set design. The sparse, stage-like open plan serves to reiterate the bleakness of Grace's position and the invisible walls emphasise the ignorance of Dogville folk. She is helpless in the isolated and unforgiving terrain of Dogville.<br />
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Without spoiling anything, just a note of the closing credits, whereby the use of the David Bowie's "Young Americans" inspires a severe "a-ha" moment. Von Trier's scathing criticism is as equally grim as this bastardised Gothic fairytale.<br />
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Dogville and its people represent the nature of human flaws and the misguidance of greed and selfishness that in the end cripple modern society. The vocabulary of cruelty and manipulation are all too familiar, and the casualness with which they are wielded in Dogville provoke uncomfortable reassessments, particularly alongside the final, redemptive act of the film.Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-22971419820194336762012-06-13T19:41:00.000+01:002012-06-13T19:41:04.049+01:00Shopping the Music Stash #2 - Oh LandAnother album eponymous of the artist, this could very well become a trend in this loge.<br />
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Danish songstress Nanna Oland Fabricius, stage name Oh Land, is another of my NYON-inspired musical finds. She further epitomises hipster cool and fails to buck trends as she has since relocated to Brooklyn since her first album Fauna back in '08. (As of yet I have still failed to get my hands on her debut). Oh Land's like-named 2011 album does however serve to sound a million miles away from the Williamsburg oeuvre that clouded the music scene in recent years.<br />
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If I were to describe Oh Land's sound generically, then it would be a contemporary fusion of pop and electronica, Bjork's baby perhaps. But this is my blog, my territory, so from henceforth, I decree that Oh Land is the Queen of celestial pop. <br />
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Close your eyes when listening to her sophomore effort, you'll feel like you been transported to a outer space cavern looking down upon earth, doing cartwheels of inexplicable glee, free from the anxiety-ridden gravity of this world. <br />
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Now, if anything, Oh Land's style has been cultivated through the school of Arcade Fire and Polyphonic Spree thought. Multi-instrumental pieces, containing everything but the kitchen sink, but in the hands of the right minds and producers, the finished product is cohesive with beautifully distinct elements, like a patchwork quilt.<br />
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All at once introspective and uplifting, Oh Land's lyrics weave a philosophical and endearingly defiant tapestry when combined with the percussion-dominated melodies. <br />
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It sounds ghastly redundant, but when listening to Oh Land's music, you sense twinkling. I feel so twee after stating that.... So to reassert my academic credentials, it is an otherworldly experience, and due to her pseudonym, Oh Land is obviously greatly conscience of her second self and in contradictory possession of her Other. Jane Eyre, she is not. <br />
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She owns, and cultivates the fiction surrounding her. She tells <i>Interview </i>that she has created what she feels is an epic poem, something that is not hard to agree with when she gives a glimpse of the environment she grew up in.<br />
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I shall not litter the post with song suggestions, but this, Turn It Up, was one of my anthems from last summer, essential, I believe, to all playlists. Enjoy. <br />
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She's a more refined Lady Gaga, this is music you will not tire of, you are welcome. <br />
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Let's just get one thing out of the way before I continue, a great disservice has been done to the world because Amy Heckerling's <i>I Could Never Be Your Woman</i> was never released in theaters. <br />
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Heckerling's film is an ode to the sorry state of 21st century feminism. Michelle Pfeiffer plays the disillusioned heroine, Rosie Hanson, working as script writer and producer for a TV show that invariably encapsulates the garish influence of commercialism in society. Her confidence and personal identity is already under threat due to her neurosis, but that further multiples with the onslaught of her daughter Izzie's adolescence and the unexpected presence of a younger lover, the goofy Adam (Paul Rudd).<br />
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Rosie is what has been missing from the canon of the romantic comedy, and what, invariably due to how poorly the film was clearly received, will continue to be absent from this canon. She is an honest depiction of the modern woman, particularly that of the more mature, successful variety. Sure she's sexy and has a thriving career, but she's also a divorcee, a mother, and a frustrated (read - pissed-off) feminist. She is pissed at the male-female dynamic, and she's passing her wise philosophies onto her protege. Saoirse Ronan has often played beyond her years, but this time it's nice to see her play her own age with abandon, if depicting one who is a little precocious. She is well on her way to becoming a very independent and self-possessed lady. She teaches us all a lesson worth noting. See video below. (These days this message may be more applicable to the likes of Katy Perry or Rihanna, amiright?)<br />
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The film is not perfect, the plot's a little thin, the subplots are way too Scooby Doo-ish, Paul Rudd is the anti-love interest, but not in a good way. But there's something about the message I just find to be rather empowering, as I just don't see it enough in cinema, or in media for that matter, nowadays. On an aside, the recent backlash targeted towards <i>Girls </i>is just pissing me off.... Which brings us to the best part of the film, Mother Nature. Tracey Ullman brings life to Heckerling's sardonic pessimist and Rosie's personal conscience/wise-ass. She's pretty much a personification of everything women, of the realistic and honest variety, would like to say, do, and eat. She empowers Rosie with her honesty and witticism, but is also there to ground her and call her out for being ridiculous. <br />
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This bohemian, rational version of Mother Nature is the antithesis of the Mother Nature that predominates in culture. Usually we are led to believe women are at the mercy to the whim of the all-ruling mistress of our bodies. The cliches of the emotionally unstable crying lady, and the hormone-enraged bitch. Mother Nature is blamed. We are weak because of the apparent existence of this ruler and our subservience to her. Women, Rosie in this instance, can in fact live harmoniously with her. It's a democracy, not a dictatorship. Rosie and her Mother Nature have a back and forth; a relationship rather than a negotiation. <br />
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Sorry for the rant, but this film just magnified for me how women are treated and portrayed. I'm not exactly one to talk, one of my favourite genres is War film, where women are one of three things usually, the mother, the devoted partner, or a prostitute. And I couldn't even name a list of fabulous female directors or writers that I respect and yearn to emulate. If anything this movie has called me out on my own sexism. My own ignorance is palpable in my preferred tastes. Rosie struggles to sustain the love of what she does, not because of her own issues, but because there are people like me who are forcing her into to unfulfilling careers because it's convenient for us. <br />
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Guys, let's just try to be better to each other. <br />
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Elle Moss's blog has a lovely DIY feel to it, and her aesthetic matches my own. Unfortunately I can't seem to comment or subscribe to her blogger or Tumblr, so, sadface....<br />
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Here's the breakdown of the list for those who might be interested. <br />
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19 - What's in your Bag?</div>
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20 - Symmetry </div>
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21 - Breakfast</div>
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Stay tuned for results!Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-5343339584370332342012-05-01T15:50:00.000+01:002012-05-01T15:50:15.864+01:00Mirror MirrorI wanted to love this movie. So bad. It could be my distaste for Kirsten Stewart's acting range that motivated me, but I wanted to adore this film.<br />
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<i>Mirror, Mirror</i> as you may, most likely, already know is a retelling of a the Snow White fable, with a few new innovative adjustments to the story. The reference to Stewart of course refers to the <i>second </i>Snow White film which is to follow later this year, while Stewart's takes on a darker, brooding concept, <i>Mirror Mirror</i> bathes in a mash-up of romance, comedy, and caper. This will be one of its downfalls, it doesn't know what it wants to be.<br />
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There were many elements going for it, the costume and set design is spectacular, fantastical, and whimsical, everything you would crave from a fairytale. The dresses of the two leads, The Queen and Snow White were particularly impressive, each costume change expressing their character and providing a indicative motif for the viewer. The Queen was ostentatious, Snow White was innocent, decent, and <i>fair</i>.<br />
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It was refreshingly tongue-in-cheek. The sarcastic pinging gleam of teeth punctuates the smaltz so as to prevent the audience from lapsing into a sugar coma. <br />
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The few narrative additions were surely an attempt to give the Snow White tale relatability for those who aren't fans of princess-romances. The seven dwarves were given motivation in life beyond their lust of Snow White; Prince Charming was given a personality; and to make The Queen really wicked beyond her hatred and neglect of her step-daughter, the film made sure to show the poverty-stricken subjects of the kingdom, whose only hope is, you guessed it, Snow White. <br />
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All the elements are there for a successful and enjoyable film, but <i>Mirror, Mirror</i> has spun itself a web too big. It fails to control all these subplots and bring them together as a cohesive entity.<br />
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It's disappointing, particularly when the opening is deliciously good. The Queen is narrating over a brief animated summary of the last sixteen years, and we are led to believe this is going to be <i>her </i>story. This is a ploy to lure you in to a false sense of intrigue. Because the apparent focus on Julia Roberts's fantastically wicked Queen bitch is soon overshadowed by Lily Collins's pathetic protagonist. Talk about casting actresses with no emotional dimension as Snow White. Sure she looks the part, but it was if she just copied the Snow White from the original Disney animation. She lacked the endearing passion that is so intrinsic to carrying a film.<br />
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Unfortunately for me, this cinema outing lacked the promised fairytale quality. Had the story stuck with the Queen it may have been saved.Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-86359385914413152902012-05-01T13:19:00.000+01:002012-05-01T13:19:41.329+01:00Shopping the Music Stash #1 - Cat's Eyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I noticed a few weeks ago that I was in a right rut with my music playlist. I was trapped in the repetitive abyss of seeking solace in the recently-played playlist, which ensured that even songs I love dearly have become over saturated in my under-stimulated mind. <br />
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It all began after catching up on the "What's in my Bag?" videos on Amoeba's Youtube channel. Even if your taste doesn't match the featured artist, it is the passion with which they speak about their chosen albums that made me yearn for a similar emotional connection with music. I mean we all have it, and when I started thinking about what I would pick out if given the chance to run wild in the Amoeba store, the list and reasons were numerous. But still, I couldn't shake a feeling that I was occupying a bit of a musical wasteland. <br />
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First I hit HMV with abandon, yet bought classic albums that I wanted to catch up on. You know, the kind that belong on "listen to this or you will die" lists. Then my mind wandered to a musically fertile time in my life. Why, it was just last summer. <br />
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I wanted new music to join my library in a an effort to help fight the cause of mundanity while the leader, moi, was writing and editing her thesis. While most albums were listened to, a few fell through the cracks of the expansive back-catalogue.<br />
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The first album I'm going to talk about in this little series is going to be Cat's Eyes's eponymous debut. <br />
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Straight off, it comes across to me as spooky sixties pop. I'm not talking Monster Mash and the like, there is no kitsch here, and rather than merely reference, they have adopted the structure and dreamy, LSD-soaked sound of the late sixties. Plus, I think Brian Wilson would be impressed with the layers going on throughout these songs. Thus it came as no surprise that when I finally did my research on these guys, that Cat's Eyes was conceived after Fadwan introduced Zeffira to the girl groups of the sixties. </div>
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Their sound is more mature and muted than that of sixties girl groups, but Zeffira's lyrics and vocals mirror that same complexity of vulnerability, innocence, and strength at the forefront of the girl group oeuvre. </div>
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The closest to a classic ballad you will find on this album, epitomizes the spooky pop feel I spoke of earlier. </div>
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One of the stand-out tracks on the album <i>Over You </i>is something akin to what a James Bond theme would sound like if it was sung by a Bond girl done wrong by Mr. Shaken not Stirred. It is everything that is right about sixties pop, a la Nancy Sinatra.<i> </i></div>
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It is pathetic that I was deliriously pleased with this album. You know when you take a chance on a record that you know nothing about and then feel bitterly disappointed that it fails to <i>move </i>you in any way? Luckily I struck gold with this. The talent is palpable, and after studying postmodernism, I always appreciate a good reference. This is a slightly askew ode to the sixties, making it personal and unique and leaving me anticipating more from Cat's Eyes in the future. I'd highly recommend it, especially for those nights with the wind howls outside. It'll add to the atmosphere. Maybe accompany it with <i>Wuthering Heights?</i> I feel like they would go together. </div>
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Now back to the plot, the gloriously tense plot. It begins at the dawn of psychoanalysis, focusing primarily on Carl Jung (Fassbender), his observations, opinions, and relationship with Sigmund Freud (Mortensen, who soaks up the screen with a measured but relaxed turn as the original shrink). <br />
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Freud takes a shine to the younger, less experienced Dr. Jung, taking him under his wing as they delve into the uncharted field of psychoanalysis. <br />
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When Jung takes on the case of Sabina Spielrein (Knighley) the Jung and Freud dream team is thrown into jeopardy. Spielrein is, for all intents and purposes, the guinea pig of the operation. Spielrein's condition conforms to Freud's theories of sexual repression being central to the experience of psychological anxiety. Jung resists this notion, though this resistance may stem from denial for when he embarks on an affair with Spielrein his own repressive habits are highlighted, and he would prefer to develop a psychological study that is not so centralised in the realm of sexuality.<br />
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First of all, my problem with this film is how it was advertised. Sure, lunacy and spanking are part of the story, but only initially. The trailer makes it out to be a fetishistic, psycho-orgy. To me Cronenberg is more interested in looking at the tensions evolving between Jung and Freud as psychoanalysis develops. The tension, the diverging opinions, the father-son, possibly underlined sexual attraction between the two. (Who knows though, maybe I'm just taking Freudian theme and getting ahead of myself). <br />
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Spielrein is the foil and catalyst by which the cogs turn in the movie, which is why I was (shockingly) impressed with Knightley's performance. She did hysteria without being caricature, she has mastered the physical tics and bulging eyes thus denoting that paranoid fear that comes out of repressed anxieties. These all sound a little stereotypical sure, but she does this in such a <i>subtle </i>way, contradictory I know, a lunatic being subtle. Maybe it's because my past opinions of Knigthley veer on the side of can't stand, this was almost poetic. <br />
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A must see for performances alone. I have heard others say the story line lagged, or something to that effect, but the slow, defined unfold of the plot reflect the tension between the three leads as well as underlining the conservatism of the society they were a part of. Radical thinking such as their's wouldn't have been accepted overnight.Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-34231576109016918002012-02-09T02:01:00.000+00:002012-02-09T02:01:37.513+00:00Murder She Will Write<br />
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(#REWATCHING SPACED)Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-24349599141022386722012-02-09T00:50:00.001+00:002012-02-09T00:50:39.899+00:00The DescendantsAlthough it would be nice for the Academy to get over their George Clooney-love in, <i>The Descendants</i> trailer was undeniably appealing. It looked invigorating, spiritual, a perfect anecdote to the gloomy shroud that consumes you during winter. <br />
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The film marks also the return of Alexander Payne, last heard from with <i>Sideways.</i><br />
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The film opens with a brief shot of a woman on what appears to be a jet ski, what is compelling about this scene is her expression, one marked be utter contentment. The fade to black is ominous. We soon learn that that woman was Elizabeth King, now in a coma, a wife to successful and frugal lawyer Matt King, who is diligently working by her hospital bed in the establishing shot where he narratives a brief summary of life and up to there. <br />
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The coma acts as a catalyst which through Matt's otherwise comfortably uneventful life is thrown into disarray where he must acknowledge things and take action. He is forced to commit to parenting for the first time in his life, referring to himself as the back-up parent. His unruly seventeen year old Alexandra, played by the unexpectedly sublime Shailene Woodley, and petulant Scottie are independent forces to be reckoned with.<br />
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He learns his wife was cheating on him and planning to leave him. While this sets things in motion for the journey of the film, the trailer makes it seem like this <i>is </i>what the film centers on. Wrong.<br />
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Matt's entire journey seems to be summed up in the allegory of the land. He is the named trustee to a large acreage of land, and he and his cousins are in the process of figuring out who to sell the land to. <br />
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Because the subplot of land, (woah careful now, I am making this sound like a sequel to <i>The Field</i>) Hawaii predictably becomes a character in and of itself in the film. It clearly has a profound effect in rebuilding the relationship between Matt and his daughters, and helping them through their grief and anger experienced in the aftermath of their mother's accident.<br />
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This would be my only gripe about the film. Its predictability. It does not shy away from cliche or sentiment, which is probably a result of the source material, the novel by Kaui Hart Hemmings. While it is far from a run of the mill chick flick, there is almost a paint-by-numbers characters progression but this has thankfully been peppered with enough Alexander Payne flair to rescue it and brings it to life.<br />
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It's a genuinely funny piece. It combines many levels of humour without going overboard, we get a little bit of physical comedy, thanks to out of shape Matt's jog in flip flops down a spiraling Hawaiian suburban hill. There's a little bit of stoner exploitation, courtesy of Sid, (Nick Krausse), Alexandra's inexplicably present boyfriend. The caper quality, perhaps a nod to Clooney's Ocean Series, bestows the film with an adventurousness that involves the audience, giving a emotional connection. You will root for this family as they scour the beaches in search of the adulterous mother's partner. Also the Hawaiian uniform provides a good ole laugh, probably unintentional. <br />
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Clooney is obviously promoted as the face of the movie as he's a big box office draw, but the way each character is drawn in this story is genius. Each character is given such dimension. Even Brian Speer (Matthew Lillard), the man whom Matt's wife was in love with, is likable because his vulnerability is shown. So even though the movie itself delves into cliche, the characterizations and actual performances strengthen any weaknesses.<br />
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Even though I was hyper aware of the cliche, blame my English course in film for making me so judgmental, the film still manipulated an emotional response out of me. Because what is shown in <i>The Descendants</i> is truth in many ways. It does not dwell on the "why me"s, but simply shows these people dealing with everyday life even though their world has utterly changed. <br />
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Cliche is cliche for a reason, even though we think we are all individual, we all invariably go through similar experiences of pain, beauty, happiness, and grief. The Descendants is actually a very refreshing take on that, not unearthing shattering, but thank Hawaii. And Alexander Payne.<br />
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<br />Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-64376457569110666402012-02-08T23:02:00.001+00:002012-02-08T23:02:54.586+00:00Shopping the Film Stash #3 - Frankenstein (1994)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937401467590177990.post-40143651455797687652012-02-06T21:48:00.000+00:002012-02-06T21:48:30.842+00:00The IgnoredWhile the Oscars, in the long run, do and should not affect the quality of a film, the awards show and a nomination sure as hell invigorates the life of the film and actors and manipulates the public's own perception of a film. <br />
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Let us take George Clooney for instance. Who really took him seriously before he won for <i>Syrianna </i>and was nominated for <i>Good Night, and Good Luck</i>? He was ER star who transitioned fairly seamlessly to film, but was primarily known for his roles as a playboy-esque, cheeky chappy. He started working with the right people however, the Cohen Brothers, Steven Soderbergh... and has since possessed a glistening Academy Award sheen. He can literally do no wrong, and even though as an actor he is flat and little bit of a one trick pony in terms of depth of character, he has for the last few years pretty much been a permanent fixture throughout awards season. <br />
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Sure he doesn't really deserve to be there, but is there, and is being acknowledged, like so many other "meh" performances. Not that are really and truly meh, and not that I really have a problem with Clooney, but Awards season has become achingly predictable. Every show basically has the same list of nominations. <br />
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(On a side note, who would have thought such a mediocre novel such as <i>The Help</i> would have inspired such a passionate response for its filmic version? Either that or voters are afraid it would have been prejudice not to include it.)<br />
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While my distance from a cinema has sadly hindered my access to most of the nominated lot this year, there are a few glaring omissions that I would love to briefly discuss.<br />
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<i><b>Melancholia</b></i><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>more in-depth review <a href="http://goonsquadramblings.blogspot.com/2011/12/majesty-of-melancholia.html">here</a></i></span><br />
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Maybe I am alone here, after all it received only average ratings, from the likes of <i>Total Film</i> and <i>Empire</i>, from what I can tell, but I felt <i>Melancholia </i>was the "revelation" moment of cinema in 2011. In a society so bruised by economic strain, a possible impending apocalypse, and in a planet where depression is still discussed in hushed voices, <i>Melancholia </i>was unafraid to tackle the everyday strain of existence and expand it into a feature length masterpiece. <br />
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Lars von Trier has more than likely been permanently shunned by Hollywood after his bizarre Nazi comments in Cannes, but what a shame that the film and actors anchoring the project have been ignored also.<br />
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Kirsten Dunst and Charlotte Gainsbourg achieve something so very rare in film, they deliver muted suffering that speaks volumes more than hysteria. There are intricacies of gesture, expression, and hesitation that is magnified by hand-held camera motion.<br />
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Performances such as these always impress me more than a portrayal of a real-life character. Not that Meryl Streep's performance as Margaret Thatcher wasn't amazing and powerful, it was. But to bring to life a character so vividly from its foundations in the two-dimensional space of screenplay is something really worth speaking of.<br />
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<b><i>Super 8</i></b><br />
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Yes it was a summer blockbuster. Yes it was sentimental. And YES it was a Spielberg pastiche if ever I saw one, but those are also the reasons I adored this film! I can guarantee it will just bring you right back to when you were a kid, when you first started watching films, and were in awe of the very medium you were witnessing. It is the <i>Cinema Paradiso</i> for the 21st century. And yes, I am aware that was released merely twenty odd years ago....<br />
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The storyline was a little cliche, but a lot of films are cliched. <i>Super 8</i> just reawakened the soul! I can barely describe this probably I just simply urge you to see this. It gave children a voice beyond the wacky, cheeky, snide cartoonish renderings we have been seeing in the past decade and it was showed the parents and children can be vulnerable as well as brave. <br />
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It was the perfect anecdote to the summer/thesis blues. I have not seen <i>Hugo</i>, so I guess I am being completely bias, but <i>Hugo </i>looks so extravagant, I am all for the blue collar underdog which is what you will find with JJ Abrahams pet project. And Hugo was 3D. Eugh.<br />
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Where is the best original screenplay? And WHERE is Elle Fanning's recognition?<br />
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<b><i>The Guard</i></b><br />
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Maybe this movie didn't travel well. It is extremely colloquial, and to weaker disposition, probably offensive. Besides comedies rarely capture the Academy's attention as well as a good weepy. <br />
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But wait. Melissa McCarthy, nominated. Maybe there will be hope for Brendan! Nooo.<br />
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Yeah I have a love hate relationship with Bridesmaids. It was funny, sure. I laughed, yes. Those girls were funny, yes. But I would not return to this film. There's nothing there beyond a single viewing. The only revolutionary thing about it is that is starred and was written by women. Women writers have been around a long while and have been doing just fine for themselves. <br />
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The comedy was gross out comedy with girls. Not terribly engaging, sorry to have to say. It was funny in a kneejerk, slapstick kind of way but on repeated watch the lustre will fade. McCarthy was brilliant because it was a unabashed physical and comedic performance, but it was like her antics was carrying the film.<br />
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Gleeson, on the other hand.<br />
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I know they say Ireland, the Irish, carries a beautiful duality of humour and melancholy and this is what Gerry encapsulates. Just when you think he is one dimensional thuggish cop, you see him with his mother. He is humanised. He has woes, and faults, and he is real.<br />
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<b><i>50/50</i></b><br />
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Yeah I've <a href="http://goonsquadramblings.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-c-on-big-screen.html">spoken </a>about this before too so I promise I really won't bore you with this one, but let us just say it has been robbed everywhere by all accounts. Bryce Dallas Howard for being a heartless bitch in the face of cancer. Seth Rogen for being the obnoxious but lovable and caring friend. Joseph Gordan Levitt, for enlivening a character who is suffering but who refuses to go down the route of caricature, where the bucket lists reside. It is relatable, and endearing, and Angelica Huston remains a force to be reckoned with. <br />
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<b><i>We Need to Talk About Kevin</i></b><br />
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Terrifying and challenging to watch. Yet refreshing to see a portrayal of a mother who find it hard to unearth the patience to rear or even love her son. She's a woman tormented by unfulfilled aspirations, and barely hides the fact that she blames her son for her stilted life. Then there is Kevin. Damien incarnate. Not so much evil as seeking his mother's love. A film calling attention to the fact that we are all products of our environment.<br />
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Tilda Swinton and Ezra Miller have suffered a grave injustice. <br />
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I literally think my favourite thing about film in 2011 is when filmmakers and actors just went for a more pared down version of a film character, and situated you in a more realistic space and life. Relatability is a very attractive thing in cinema. Don't forget this Film of 2012.<br />
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<br />Goon Squad Ramblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065967896776536574noreply@blogger.com0