Saturday, September 26, 2009

Child's
Play

These
are
some
of my
fav-
orite
child-
hood
draw-
ings.

John was our wonderful tabby.


















Pup with stuff on his head (possibly a butterfly).


















Birthday card for Mom. Love the purple whiskers.


















Another card for Mom.


















Ah, the old human-rabbit hybrid.


















I like the way the lion and the tiger are licking their chops.

Endnote: Cross-posted at Facebook.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Autographs: Celebs and Pens

Once upon a time, I liked to ask celebrities for
their autographs. That time ended long ago, coinciding with an increase in the number of interviews I've conducted with various entertainment figures over the years (it seems more appropriate to ask a celeb for their signature if you purchased a ticket to their film and/or performance than during the course of a publicist-arranged conversation). Here are a few of my favorites, with more to come.

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Former label guy Glenn Boothe secured Arthur Lee's autograph
for me when the musician played NYC (sometime in the late-'80s,
early-'90s). There's a reason I named my blog AndMoreAgain...


















Remember when Wire changed the line-up and dropped the "e"? I do.

















While he was in town with James Ellroy, who signed my copy of
My Dark Places, Curtis Hanson signed my copy of this CD sound-
track—in silver pen, no less. Then he told me I paid too much for it.

Endnote: Cross-posted at Facebook.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Movie of the Month, Part 10: Audience of One

I recently
reviewed
the follow-
ing film for
Video Librarian, and thought the results were worth sharing.

AUDIENCE OF ONE [***1/2]
(Michael Jacobs, US, 2007, 88 mins.)


Note: slightly revised from the original text.

The Bay Area has produced numerous filmmaking entities ov-
er the years, notably George Lucas, but Richard Grazowsky
is something else altogether. A Pentecostal pastor based in San
Francisco, he receives a message from God to make a multi-
million-dollar movie, and sets out to fulfill that mission.

As he explains, "The message of Christ was to dream big," so he
sells his house, solicits donations from parishioners, forms What
You See Is What You Get Filmworks, and embarks on an epic his
producer bills as "Star Wars meets The Ten Commandments."

With the aid of wife Sandy,
kids Sunny, Misty, and Rocki,
and dozens of other collabora-
tors, Grazowsky produces a script, a set of storyboards, a cast, and an array of outfits, but shooting proves more difficult than expected.

Though his mother, Marilyn, from whom he inherited his posi-
tion, doesn't participate, she grudgingly offers her support, ad-
ding, "He's a sweet man...very naïve." She could be describing
everyone involved with Gravity: the Shadow of Joseph, except
for the trained cinematographer, who walks out in frustration.

Using a fly-on-the-wall approach, debut helmer Michael Ja-
cobs, a fan of the Maysles Brothers' Salesman, follows Grazow-
sky from pre-production in Northern California to filming in Italy
to the point at which the money runs out—and the lawsuits roll in.

Though Grazowsky strives
to become a secular George
Lucas, his indefigatable en-
thusiasm, combined with a
neglible talent for filmmak-
ing, aligns him more closely
with Ed Wood of Plan 9
from Outer Space infamy.

Special features include deleted scenes, a clip from the still-un-
finished film, a song ("Second Wind") by Gazowky and his family,
and smart commentary from Jacobs. A strong recommendation.

Click here for Movie of the Month, Part Nine: Global Metal

Endnote: Though I'd imagine Michael Jacobs is unrelated to
Ken Jacobs (Star-Spangled to Death) and Azazel Jacobs (Mom-
ma's Man), I've added him to my list of Jacobs to Watch. Images,
including Charlton Heston as Moses and Johnny Depp as Wood,
from The New York Times, The Washington Note, and Flixter.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

September 2009 Reviews

These are the reviews
and other pieces I'm
working on this month.

Amazon DVDs:
Not Forgotten with Simon Baker and Paz Vega) and No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency - the Complete First Season with Jill Scott [three-disc set]. Happy my editor assigned the latter as I recently reviewed a documentary about Botswana as seen through the eyes of Alexander McCall Smith.

Still playing: Cold Souls, Food, Inc., and Public Enemies.

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Not since Oscar Micheaux had an African American film-
maker taken such complete control of the creative process.
--MoMA on 1971's Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song

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Seattle Film Blog: Confessionsofa Ex-Doofus-Itchyfooted Mutha from Sweet Sweetback's Melvin Van Peebles. In a perfect world, I
would also review The Beaches of Agnes, Still Walking, The Baad-
er Meinhof Complex, and Somers Town, but I'm starting a new
part-time project this month, so it's unlikely I'll have time.

Video Librarian: Burning the
Future - Coal in America
, Fairy-
tale of Kathmandu
, Meditate and
Destroy
, New Muslim Cool, The
Queen and I
, Theater of War,
90210 - The First Season [six-disc
set], Big Pun - The Legacy, Dirty
Country
, Endgame, Mistral's
Daughter
[three-disc set], Tribute,
Brave New Voices, Desperate
Housewives - The Complete Fifth
Season [seven-disc set], Elvis - Love Me Tender, Gossip Girl -
The Complete Second Season
[six-disc set], The Mama Cass
Television Program
, Michael Jackson - Devotion, Who Does
She Think She Is?, and The World According to Miley Cyrus.

Images from the NWFF and MoMA.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Shades of Writer/Director James Gray

There
should be
no irony;
you are
invited by
the movie
to be total-
ly empathe-
tic with the
people in it. We would never talk down to or be condescending to them.
-- The thinking behind Two Lovers

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My introduction to James Gray came through his second fea-
ture, The Yards, which screened at the 2000 Toronto Interna-
tional Film Festival with Gray and actors Mark Wahlberg and
Joaquin Phoenix in attendance. The film also stars James Caan,
Faye Dunaway, and an unrecognizably brunette Charlize Theron.

Gray was a little nervous about presenting such a personal film—
the title refers to the Queens railyards, where his father toiled—
in front of such a large audience, but he provided an eloquent
introduction, citing Rocco and His Brothers as an influence.

Phoenix, who is quite good in the movie, looked ill at ease
and said he was uncomfortable speaking in public. Wahl-
berg tried to get him to say more, but to no avail. After the
film concluded, Wahlberg, who couldn't have been more at
ease, threatened to launch into one of his Marky Mark and
the Funky Bunch raps if the audience didn't ask any ques-
tions. That got a big laugh, and people started to pipe up.

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The only thing that you can do is try to make sure
the film looks beautiful, better than you had imagin-
ed, as it slips away from you... If you hire the right
people, they can give you something better and
more beautiful than you’d ever imagined.
--The thinking behind all Gray's films

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Despite the favorable festival response, The Yards was a non-starter at the box office. It must not have been a priority for Miramax, as I don't recall much of a promotional push. If more people had known about it, I'm certain it would have done better. It's quite good.

Gray followed up with another crime film, 2007's We Own the
Night, which felt rote and lackluster in comparison, despite sol-
id, but not spectacular work from Wahlberg and Phoenix. And
I don't want to lay too much blame at Eva Mendes' feet, but she's
no match for the other actresses who've populated Gray's pic-
tures, notably Oscar winners Theron and Gwyneth Paltrow.

As with Luchino Visconti's black and white Rocco and His Brothers with Alain Delon, The Yards may be melodramatic, but Gray is looking specifically to the classic Euro-American melodramas of the 1960s and '70s, and not just amping everything up for the hell of it.

The pace is stately but not lugubrious, cinematographer Harris
Savides' use of ochre and siena hues recalls the work of Gordon
Willis in The Godfather, and the actors make the Old Testament-
style dialogue ring true. Every decision can mean life or death
for these characters, and they usually make the wrong ones.

With 2008's Two Lovers, which is now available on DVD, Gray returns
to the Russian-American milieu of Little Odessa, which I caught on television shortly after The Yards. Since his second feature was still percolating in my mind, I dashed off the following review.

For those new to his work, I recommend starting here before mov-
ing on to The Yards or Two Lovers. The latter operates almost as
a twin, and reunites the director with Phoenix, who imbues Lovers
with one of his strangest, most effective performances to date.

LITTLE ODESSA [***]
(James Gray, USA, 1994, 98 minutes)

Only 25 at the time, James Gray wrote
and directed this depressing, but remark-
ably well executed debut. The soundtrack
that accompanies the small-scale drama is
particularly unusual in that it's mostly
hushed choral arrangements of Rachman-
inoff, Tchaikovsky, and Mussogorsky.

It's not what you'd expect from a post-Quentin Tarantino film about a hitman, Joshua Shapira (Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction veteran Tim Roth), and the havoc his career wreaks on his Brighton Beach-based Russian immigrant family, played by Maximilian Schell, Vanessa Redgrave, and Edward Furlong as Joshua's younger brother.

Like Elijah Wood, Furlong looked--at the time--as if he were here to stay. So many child stars disappear from the scene once they hit adolescence or make the awkward transition into adulthood with the hyper-critical eyes of the world upon them.

Such has been the fate of Macaulay Culkin, a virtual has-been at the age of 14, but Furlong persevered for awhile after he shot to fame in 1991's Terminator 2: Judgment Day by taking on more interesting and less commercial roles in films like American History X, and looked to have a good, long career ahead of him. Well into his teens by 1994, he plays a kid here, but this is definitely an adult film, in the non-pornographic sense of the word.

[How wrong I was about Furlong, whose last hurrah was Pecker.]

In Little Odessa, Furlong takes the lead, and not the better known actors who surround him, easily stealing the film right out from under Roth—who isn't bad, but this isn't one of his standout roles—and that makes the shocker of an ending all the more tragic.

Gray's first effort isn't for all tastes, but it's hard not to admire
the skill that went into its making, from the mournful soundtrack
to the moody camera work, which focuses on the snow-covered
Russian section of Brooklyn—the Little Odessa of the title—to
the economical script and, finally, to the naturalistic acting of
the entire cast. Little Odessa won the Silver Lion at the Ven-
ice Film Festival, and marks James Gray as a director to watch.

Endnote: Except for Little Odessa, Joaquin Phoenix has ap-
peared in all of Gray's movies, making him the Al Pacino to his
Sidney Lumet or the Robert De Niro to his Martin Scorsese,
comparisons a classicist like Gray would probably appreciate—
and that a tempestuous talent like Phoenix would probably dis-
miss. Images and quotes from ICG Magazine (picture by Anne
Joyce, words by David Heuring), Big Pond, and Moviemaker.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Those Socks Have Secrets: Ken Flagg's The End of Suffering and the Vivs' Mouth to Mouth

Ken
Flagg,
The End
of Suf-
fering,
Incur-
able Eclectic Records [11/3/09]

Morning quivers like a Theremin.
--Ken Flagg, "Those Socks Have Secrets"


On his 2006 debut, San Francisco multi-instrumentalist Ken
Flagg was mired in Paralysis and Denial. Now he seeks The
End of Suffering. On first track "Pieces," the sinking feeling
sets in that Flagg is yet another in a long line of sensitive sing-
er/songwriters, but then he rocks the hell out of "Mountain
Girl," and the feeling passes (I've just spent too much time
with heart-on-sleeve balladeers more interested in making
ladies swoon than in doing any serious emotional excavation).

Flagg continues to alternate between the soft and quiet, the fast
and loud, proving himself an eclectic talent who moves between
genres with grace. Whistle-infused closer "When the Sun Sets in
the Eastern Sky" is a particularly sublime take on bossa nova.

The Vivs, Mouth to Mouth, self-released [9/22/09]

Jonathan Richman lives on the astral plane. The
same one
where I go to meet you again and again.
-- The Vivs, "Take It on the Chin"


Led by Karen Harris, a mother
of two, this Boston quintet de-
livers harmony-laden pop-
rock with vivid guitar work
and subtle piano embellish-
ment. The most distinguishing
characteristic: Harris's clear, authoritative voice, remini-
scent of the singers in the Concretes and Bettie Serveert, which is ironic as they're Scandinavian, while the Vivs are American.

On first listen, Mouth to Mouth was too clean and bright for
my taste, but subsequent listens reveal hitherto undetected nuan-
ces, especially in the literate lyrics. Plus, it's hard to resist songs
that reference Jonathan Richman, Tom Verlaine ("Take It on the
Chin"), and the Damned ("I Just Wanna Show You My Garden").

Endnote: For more information about Ken Flagg, please click
here
; for the Vivs, here or here. Emblazoned with bizarre ani-
mation, Flagg's disc serves as a reminder not to judge a CD by
its cover. Images from his MySpace Page and Planetary Group.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

It Might Get Wiggy: Part Two

Click here for Part One: Theremin: An Electronic Odyssey


BRIAN WILSON: I JUST WASN'T MADE FOR THESE TIMES [***]
(Don Was, US, 1995, 70 mins.)


"I think he stayed in bed for two years."
-- His mother on her son's lost weekend

Like PBS pledge perennial Roy Orbison and Friends: A Black
and White Night (1988), this tune-filled television documen-
tary was shot in grainy B&W and looks artier than you might
expect from big-league composer/producer Don Was.

Was interviews a few surprisingly iconoclastic artists, as well,
such as the Velvet Underground's John Cale and Sonic Youth's
Thurston Moore, as well as the expected hitmakers: Tom Petty,
David Crosby, and Linda Ronstadt in full-on Mexican regalia.

So far so good, but unfortunately he repeatedly cuts from in-
terview segments to footage of Wilson performing updated ver-
sions of Beach Boys and solo material. I wanted to hear the or-
iginal numbers and would imagine most viewers feel the same.

The only new track that works well is a version of "Do It Again" featuring Wilson's daughters, Wendy and Carny, on harmony vocals and Benmont Tench from the Heartbreakers on keyboards.


Wilson Phillips, one-hit wonders best known for "Hold On"
(with Chynna Phillips), might not have been anything to write home about, but the ladies have pleasant enough voices.

Also, Was explores Wilson's music more extensively than his personal life, though he openly discusses his drug problems and hermit period. It's not that he's holding back; it's just not a focus.

Dr. Eugene Landy, however, doesn't merit a single mention, which
seems odd, although there might have been legal reasons for the
ommission—as in ongoing litigation. If not, it's a dishonest move,
since Landy (micro-)managed Wilson's career for almost a decade.

Trailer with irritating Don "The Voice" LaFontaine narration

I suspect Was made this documentary, his only full-length
feature, to prove that Wilson is healthier and more productive
than the rumors would suggest (see Theremin: An Electronic
Odyssey for a glimpse of the subject in nonsensical mode).

Fortunately, the former Beach Boy can still sing and tickle the
ivories with some degree of finesse. At times, I found him diffi-
cult to understand, but that's because he slurs his words, not
because he doesn't express his thoughts clearly. Worth a look.

Related reviews: You're Gonna Miss Me and Scott Walker: 30 Century Man

Endnote: As with Theremin, this piece is slightly revised from the original text. Also, it just occured to me that the director's name appears in the title, i.e. I Just WASn't Made for These Times, a song that appears on Wilson's 1966 masterpiece, Pet Sounds. Images from The Gentlebear and I'm Starting to Feel...