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Best of 2013: movie

Sunday, December 22nd, 2013

“All is Lost,” which stars Robert Redford as a man sailing alone who runs into a series of troubles.

Here are just some of the many reasons:

  1. Your sense of dread mounts from the first frame through the last
  2. Which is twice the accomplishment given that the film has only one actor and almost no dialogue. It tops “Gravity,” which provides a hallucination for dialogue, and certainly “Castaway,” which resorted to a volleyball as a conversation companion
  3. I’ve seen it twice now in a month — and paid both times! — and would see it again tomorrow if the idea didn’t make me feel like I have too little else going on in my life
  4. Our Man’s resourcefulness and doggedness in the face of severe challenge and looming death are an inspiration to anyone who feels his day is shattered by, say, waiting 20 seconds for a traffic light to change
  5. The literally all-star cast
  6. Is exhaustive on the subject of what can go wrong — I’m stumped to come up with more
  7. Serves as a helpful reminder never to go sailing alone in the Indian Ocean

Grabbity

Friday, October 4th, 2013

My friends at Warner Brothers invited me and a couple hundred other folks to a screening last night on the lot of the new Alfonzo Cuaron film Gravity. I don’t make it my habit here to review movies, but I have to say, it’s a spectacular movie. The special effects are spectacular, and the action is 100% filled with grabbity and doesn’t let go. I would say the most astounding special effect is 50-year-old Sandra Bullock’s perfect figure, except that’s for real. There are some scientific slips — not to spoil anything, but in the one scene the one astronaut wouldn’t be pulling the other into danger because at the moment there’s no force and no gravity — but if you notice these, please ignore them. It’s a fantastic film, and the sort of one that encourages seeing in the movie theatre.

Happy birthday, big influencer

Wednesday, July 31st, 2013

In my adolescence, I was fortunate to meet the right person at the right time. I’m speaking of my mentor, Rich Roesberg.

There’s no one who has made a greater influence on my cultural life.

Growing up in the Pine Barrens and surrounding environs of southern New Jersey made artistic and intellectual engagement hard to come by. People who, last decade, abhorred the encroachment of big-box chain bookstores, to the supposed detriment of small independent bookshops, had no idea what it was like growing up in a place with no bookstore nearby. If there had been a Borders bookstore anywhere near me when I was growing up, it would have been a godsend.

As it was, though, I had my own godsend. One day my mother went into a Hallmark greeting-card store in a strip mall to buy some cards. The store also carried books — in fact, it was called Blatt’s Books — and I found in the back some secondhand comic-books. What I discovered when I took them to the front counter was the assistant manager, an elder in his late 20’s named Rich Roesberg, and a conversation about comic books that over the 35+ years since then has broadened into art, music, politics, and much, much more. “Uncle Rich,” as my gang and I started calling him, became my oasis.

Here’s an abbreviated list of what I found through him during my impressionable adolescent years:

  1. A deep admiration for Brian Wilson, Van Dyke Parks and the Beach Boys
  2. An appreciation for dada and surrealism
  3. R. Crumb
  4. John Cage
  5. Cut-up (Brion Gysin’s technique)
  6. Soupy Sales
  7. The Bonzo Dog Doodah Band
  8. Jean Shepherd
  9. Bob & Ray
  10. Steve Ditko (it was Roesberg who made me see how wonderful his work is)
  11. Bill Irwin
  12. Ernie Kovacs
  13. Steve Allen
  14. Uncle Floyd
  15. Charles Bukowski
  16. John Fante
  17. Alfred Jarry
  18. William S. Burroughs

I could go on in this fashion:  Roesberg introduced me to many of the best comic-book artists, painters, musicians, writers and comedians. Everything he recommended turned out to be provocative, fascinating, and deeply weird. I remain grateful!

I’m saying this here because it’s important to acknowledge your mentors. Especially on their birthday.

Thank you, sir! Today is your birthday, but I’m the one who has received the gift.

Stoneface unearthed

Tuesday, July 16th, 2013

Here’s a joke I’ve shared with friends for years: When I die, I’ll know I’ve made it to Heaven if someone there says, “You’re just in time. We’re screening the new Buster Keaton film.”

Today, I almost got that wish. (Except without the dying part.) Someone has unearthed a different version of Keaton’s 1922 short, “The Blacksmith,” that’s a European version — one that is substantially different, with different scenes, than the ones we’ve seen.

Read the story.

Then imagine my jubilation. I can’t wait to see this restored.

Best ad placement of the day

Friday, June 21st, 2013

Move over, David Lynch

Tuesday, March 19th, 2013

Make sure you turn on the sound when you check out this bizarre thriller. The music just adds to the sinister ambience. Much like the video itself, it’s seemingly cute — but laced with menance.

The new journalism

Monday, February 4th, 2013

I got my first newspaper job at age 14, taking classified ads over the phone. I did that all through the rest of high school, and went full-time for a bit right after high school.

While in college, I started stringing for Gannett. I wrote for two daily newspapers and five weeklies, and was sometimes syndicated more widely by the company. That’s because at the time, Gannett owned newspapers across the U.S., including the Detroit News and USA Today. (Now it bills itself as “a media and marketing solutions company.” I understand why; I truly do.)

After that, I was hired by the Press of Atlantic City (which some of us remember as The Atlantic City Press) as a copy editor. I thrived in that role, partly no doubt because the hours were 6 p.m. to 2 a.m.

After moving to Los Angeles in 1988, I kept freelancing for newspapers and magazines for five or 10 years, including some of the papers I had worked for, plus the Los Angeles Times, the Arkansas Democrat Gazette and others. Gradually, both the theatre and other interests related to changing the world (business, politics) swept me away. But to this day, I read the Los Angeles Times and the Wall Street Journal daily, and check in on other newspapers frequently.

All this background is by way of telling you how much I love newspapers. Many of my plays feature newspapers, much to the detriment of their lastability.

This is also by way of preamble to something I saw last night that should have come as no surprise, but which confirmed everything that has happened to journalism in recent years.

My daughter and I are watching House of Cards on Netflix. I saw the original British version on PBS back in the 90s, and again about six years ago. This new version stars Kevin Spacey as a conniving Congressional majority whip who beds a budding journalist named Zoe and uses her to further his ends. The young reporter’s rash behavior puts her at odds with the executive editor at The Washington “Herald” (which seems much like The Washington Post, right down to the plummy female publisher), who fires her. Upon being fired, the reporter fires off a tweet mentioning that the editor called her “a cunt,” and that action, backed by the exclusives she’s been landing thanks to her relationship with the majority whip, lands her her choice of new positions elsewhere.

So, of course, she takes a job with something called Slugline. Slugline, it seems, is like Politico, as done by TMZ. That’s implied both in words by the reporter Zoe and by the actions of the “editor” who hires her. To wit:  Zoe submits her first story to the editor for editing and review; the editor comes out and tells her that she can write — and post — what she wants, with no editorial review needed.

Zoe gets this message, by the way, while sitting on the floor in a large common work space, a space where writers sit on the floor or on bean bag cushions. No offices, no desks, no chairs, no file cabinets. No editors. I’m aware of this sort of workspace, naturally, and have seen some of them. But seeing it depicted as the next generation of journalism made my heart shrivel. It also helped me understand, again, why so much in the news is wrong and so quickly:  no editors. Not for grammar, not for spelling, not for names, and not for facts. That isn’t the case everywhere, and it never will be, not so long as major news organizations want to preserve their reputation. But I will note that two weeks ago I gave a speech in Glendale, and the local paper came to cover it. The little writeup was riddled with errors, right down to my company’s name:  “Counterintuity LCC.” An “LLC” is a limited liability company; what’s an “LCC”? It’s an admission that you have no editor. Who owns the paper? The Los Angeles Times.

 

Huell Howser, R.I.P.

Monday, January 7th, 2013

Legendary southern California broadcaster and on-screen tour guide Huell Howser died unexpectedly today at age 67. I don’t know if his death was unexpected to those in his personal sphere, but it certainly seems to have been unexpected to the rest of us; right up until his recent surprising retirement, he seemed as robust as ever.

For three decades, Mr. Howser brought gosh-golly-gee-whiz introductions to the lesser-known highlights of southern California: little eateries and specialty shops, the misbegotten weed-entangled park beloved by one local caretaker, the guy whose job it is to paint the bridge, and the local bee-keeper and such. (The photo above is from his visit to Pie n’ Burger, also in Pasadena.) He delivered all his stories with remarkable enthusiasm, couched in a Huckleberry Hound accent, but every iota of it was genuine. He was genuinely adored by “Simpsons” creator Matt Groening, who saw fit to feature Mr. Howser in not one, but two, episodes of his show. In small towns and backwaters throughout southern California, a visit by Huell Howser meant redemption of some sort.

For those outside the reach of local Los Angeles telecasts, this may help in understanding the odd appeal of Huell Howser:

That’s him two years ago, belting one out on behalf of his beloved adopted state.

Below you’ll find a 5-minute video from a 1988 episode of his early show “Videolog” (pronounced as “Vid-EE-oh-LAWG,” with molasses poured around it). This 5-minute bit, of Howser touring a peach-cobbler shop in Pasadena, sticks with me for several reasons. First, it was one of my earliest exposures to the bewildering phenomenon that Mr. Howser was to become. (I moved to this state in 1988.) Second, I was struck then, as I am now, by how little story there is to be had in the tale of this cobbler shop, and how little he does to find more. His journalistic approach was terribly zen. Third, of course, I was bowled over by his rampant enthusiasm, which surely had to be faked (evidently, it wasn’t). And finally, because I was newly here, and in grad school, and didn’t have children and didn’t own a business, i.e., because whims were my coin of the realm, I got into my car and drove out to Pasadena specifically to sample the wares of The Cobbler Factory after seeing this bit on TV. Here’s what I discovered: The peach cobbler was okay. It was nowhere near the mystical constructs rendered by Mr. Howser in his television program. In fact, I thought it was too sweet — brutally sweet.

I’ll miss knowing he’s around, and catching him on TV now and then. The world has grown a little dimmer without that 1000-watt smile. Thankfully, we still have the Internet. There is a great deal of Huell Howser there for you to enjoy.

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Today’s music video

Monday, January 7th, 2013

I thought I’d seen everything possible at LAX.

But I’ve never seen this.

Let auld acquaintance be forgot

Thursday, January 3rd, 2013

Below you’ll find video footage of what is probably the worst New Year’s Eve coverage ever attempted on a television station.

KDOC is an independent broadcaster here in Los Angeles. One of its investors was Pat Boone (yes, that Pat Boone), and here’s some typical programming from its past: conservative commentator Wally George and televangelist Dr. Gene Scott. (Bear this in mind while you watch the video below — all 6 minutes of it please.)

This year, someone at KDOC decided that it would be a good, interesting idea to do a broadcast of a New Year’s Eve event that the station would create, originally programmed, that would wind up being sponsored by Carl’s Jr. (Another well-known conservative entity. Bear this in mind.) And that, wait for it, it should be done live, because, after all, New Year’s Eve requires a countdown.

Here’s what they wound up with:
 

  • a sloppily dressed and ill-prepared emcee who never knows when he’s on-camera or off-, and who casually throws around fine-inducing obscenities
  • a visibly very drunk or high washed-up singer, completely unrecognizable from her brief moment of success, singing flatly and, for some reason, without a band playing behind her
  • a hip-hop group slamming that f-bomb around on stage
  • unexpected blackouts and cutaways
  • and a televised event that closes with an on-stage brawl.

It’s not to be missed.

I do want to add one thing:  My heart goes out to the people at KDOC who didn’t know what to do with this event in the moment or how to control it. Almost 15 years ago, I was involved in a significant live event that, before it finally got going, went almost this badly. It was no fun, and it can happen to anyone any time doing a live event. That’s why one hires professionals to do it. (As I had; circumstances — a brand-new major facility without any understanding yet of how to run a performance at the brand-new major facility — were against us.) I’m sorry that this happened to the people doing the event at KDOC. It makes for cringe-inducing television. I do have to wish I could see the reactions of Pat Boone, Wally George, Dr. Gene Scott, and Carl Karcher to it.