Back In The Saddle

Following about two weeks on the road, I’ve now returned home to Tokyo and am comfortably back in the blogging saddle.   And I’m gonna welcome myself back with a few random thoughts:

  • Lizzi and I have decided that we should start employing a television crew to follow us around and document our experiences with taxi drivers.  I assure you that it would make for fun viewing, as we inevitably encounter strange and/or frustrating situations when we’re ferried about various cities in Asia.  By the way, Aussie cabbies are nuts.  Surprisingly, many of them either have a difficult time understanding what we say (to be fair, many are not native English speakers) or get easily confused and/or disoriented when it comes to direction.  And they love putting the pedal to the metal, even when there is a ridiculously small amount of space between them and the next car.  Five feet of space?  Gun it!  Then slam on the brakes!  Woohoo!  The continuous and violent jerking that results from all the stopping and starting inevitably leads to me getting car sick, causing me to break into a cold sweat as I fight the urge to puke all over Lizzi’s shoes.  Plus, during one of our trips last week, we had a massively overweight guy driving us back to our hotel from Bondi Beach who kept falling asleep at the wheel.  The dude would nod as he drove and would be out cold when we’d be waiting at stop lights.  Good thing the traffic sucked (lots of cars in Sydney since the city doesn’t have much of a train system) so he was never able to muster too much speed.
  • I read two good pieces in The New Yorker during our flight yesterday.  One about the crooked banker Robert Allen Stanford, the other about the life and death of David Foster Wallace.  Both worthwhile.  This reminded me of how much I love that magazine, which makes me want to abandon my relatively new Sony eReader for the Kindle 2 so that I can electronically subscribe.  But then I remember that spending $359 on a luxury that is somewhat redundant wouldn’t be the most responsible move in this environment.
  • When Glenn Beck refers to the media, why does he say “they”?  Has he managed to convince himself that he doesn’t host his own TV show on Fox News?  And that he doesn’t also have his own radio show – and run his own magazine?  That’s a trifecta of media penetration, Glenn, making you a full-fledged member of the “they” you routinely seek to demonize.
  • Isn’t the U.S. supposed to dominate in baseball?
  • Saw a couple movies during flights recently: W, Quantum of Solace, and The Wrestler.  I found each of them decent, not great.  My thoughts on them relate more to the casting rather than the stories themselves.  For W, Josh Brolin and Thandie Newton were superb in their respective roles as George W. Bush and Condoleezza Rice.  Richard Dreyfus as Dick Cheney, on the other hand, pretty much sucked.  For Quantum, though I found the movie kinda so-so in plot and directing, Daniel Craig solidified himself as a great choice to play the role of Bond.  For Wrestler, while I appreciate the film on balance, I was left a bit empty by Mickey Rourke’s much-ballyhooed turn as Randy “The Ram” Robinson.  He was obviously good but I just didn’t think he was all that great, which is what the hype had me expecting.  This might be for the same reason that I’m consistently underwhelmed by the performances of Morgan Freeman and Clint Eastwood in their films – they always seem to be playing the same person, which often times doesn’t appear to deviate much from their own characters in real life.  I think people fell in love with Rourke’s performance because of the obvious parallels with his life offscreen, which is precisely the problem I have with his role – it was just him being him.
  • It’s amazing how bad I am at fantasy sports and at predicting the outcomes of sporting events.  The latest example of my failure in this area was my March Madness tourney bracket.  After getting off to a smashing start by posting just one loss on day one, I proceeded to completely flame out on day two.  This was thanks mostly to the early exit of W. Virginia, which I had pegged for the Final Four.  A contrarian call (to say the least), this was part of my strategy to go long experienced coaching, thinking Bob Huggins would rally his Mountaineers and shock the sporting world.  Instead, I simply received confirmation of my general suckitude.

Pineapple Express

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On the advice of a good friend, Lizzi and I watched Pineapple Express today.  If my math is correct, this movie marked the fourth collaboration between Seth Rogen and Judd Apatow (after 40 Year-Old Virgin, Superbad and Knocked Up).  Having taken in each of the aforementioned movies, I can make the informed statement that these guys score a big, fat mediocre in my book (2-2 to be exact).  I liked Virgin and Knocked Up but didn’t love them.  They were really funny in spots, thanks to great dialogue and perfect delivery, but comic materpieces they were not (which makes me long for the days of Dumb & Dumber).  Conversely, I found Superbad and Pineapple to be absolutely atrocious.  Both movies tried way too hard and failed miserably in the comedy department.  On top of not being funny in the slightest, Pineapple was totally random in an incoherent and haphazard kind of way.  Lots of over-the-top screaming and yelling combined with moments of gratuitous violence that would’ve been cool if Tarantino were behind the camera…but he wasn’t, so it wasn’t even remotely cool.  It almost felt like an amateur film school production where the students creating the movie couldn’t stop giggling at the thought of making a film about pot that allowed them to play with fake blood and big explosions.  Totally lame.

Religulous

After a frustratingly long wait, iTunes finally made available for purchase Bill Maher’s anti-religion documentary, Religulous.  We eagerly took it in last night and, not surprisingly, quite enjoyed watching Maher view the religious world with his trademark witty sarcasm.  The show has Maher travel the world to challenge various religious practitioners as he seeks to dismantle the philosophical underpinnings of pretty much all religions, including Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Mormonism, and even Scientology.  On his quest, Maher visits with quite a few truly outrageous characters and he does a good job of making most of them look silly, which is easy to do whenever anyone seriously presses people to explain their religious beliefs.  There are quite a few laugh-out-loud moments, and my favorite parts were when he visited two religion-themed amusement parks – the Creation Museum (put on by the wingnuts at Answers in Genesis) and The Holy Land Experience (now owned by the shysters at Trinity Broadcasting Network).  After learning about them, these two places have earned a spot on my personal list of “Places to see before I die”.  I have no doubt they will make their respective marks on my list of funniest/most awkward moments.   

The movie is indeed funny and certainly worth watching, particularly for those of you who, like me, are skeptical when it comes to superstition.  However, that the movie is funny is actually kind of a bittersweet notion.  Ultimately, what I’m laughing at is how ridiculous our minds work sometimes; unfortunately, this can have tragic side-effects, which often manifest themselves in horrificly violent form.  It’s weird how a source for so much hatred, death and destruction in this world could also make for great comedy.  What a strange world we live in.

Little Fockers

This is wonderful news.  Here’s hoping Weitz gets the gig.

Knocked Up

I finally got around to watching Knocked Up last night.  Though it was a little too hyped up coming in (everyone told me I was going to love it), I’d rate it pretty high on the comedy scale.  Not the funniest thing I’ve seen but certainly worth the two-hour investment.  Some of the dialogue was first rate, including the bouncer scene  below (apologies for the poor quality…it’s clear someone shot this from the TV in their living room).  And for those with kids in the room, some words of warning – ear muffs!

The Bloom Comes Off The Rose

I used to love Christian Bale.  Loved him in Laurel Canyon, Batman Begins, The Prestige, even Empire of the Sun.  Thought he was a mighty fine actor.  Still do, I suppose.  But the release of the audio of his meltdown on the set of Terminator takes him down a notch or ten in my book.  You can hear his berating of the film’s director of photography – who had walked into view during a shoot – by clicking here and then pressing the play button (warning: the language is coarse, to say the least).

What an ass.  You know, I’ve heard several times that working with “artists” takes a special patience since they tend to be ornery and high maintenance in a quirky sort of way.  And, of course, I’ve read about ridiculous demands that rock stars and the like make on those in their employ.  But this is just ridiculous.  Nobody should put up with this crap.  Could you imagine if people behaved like this at your place of work?  Wouldn’t fly for a second.  Yet it seems perfectly acceptable on the sets of Hollywood.  I just don’t get it.

Slice Of Awesome

I can’t get enough of this movie.

Justice Is Served

Though a recent reading of Consider The Lobster by David Foster Wallace made me consider the ridiculousness of Hollywood award shows, I must say that I’m quite happy about the solid showing from Slumdog Millionaire during last night’s Golden Globes.  Best score, best screenplay, best director and – most importanly – best picture.  Three cheers for Mr. Boyle and crew.  Despite the inconvenient fact that I have yet to view any of the other films up for the title of “best”, I’m going to go out on the ill-informed limb and make the statement that justice was indeed served last night.  As I mentioned in a previous post, Millionaire was a brilliant piece of filmmaking and deserving of every piece of acknowledgement thrown its way during the awards season. 

Meanwhile, back to feeling disgusted about Hollywood award shows (from the aforementioned Mr. Wallace himself):

The [awards shows'] notorious commercialism and hypocrisy disgust many of the millions and millions and millions of viewers who tune in during prime time to watch the presentations…We pretty much all tune in, despite the grotesquerie of watching an industry congratulate itself on its pretense that it’s still an art form, of hearing people in $5,000 gowns invoke lush cliches of surprise and humility scripted by publicists, etc. – the whole cynical post-modern deal – but we all still seem to watch.  To care.  Even though the hypocrisy hurts, even though opening grosses and marketing strategies are now bigger news than the movies themselves, even though Cannes and Sundance have become nothing more than enterprise zones…the whole mainstream celebrity culture is rushing to cash in and all the while congratulating itself on pretending not to cash in.  Underneath it all, though, we know the whole thing sucks.

Planet Earth

Recently picked up the BBC documentary Planet Earth.  Described by its filmmakers as “the definitive look at diversity on our planet”, the show is an awesome tribute to our little world and the life on it.  Five years in production, over 2,000 days in the field, using 40 cameramen filming across 200 locations, shot entirely in high definition.  This is an awesome piece of work, best enjoyed on a large HD screen with surround sound. 

Below is a clip from the film that shows a great white shark chowing down on some seals.  The shot at around the 2:20 mark is breathtaking.  While I appreciate the intensity of the shot and scene, I simply view it as yet another reason to avoid the ocean!     

Slumdog Millionaire

I posted a few days back about my desire to see Slumdog Millionaire.  Well, we were able to take it in yesterday and let me just say that this film exceeded my expectations in every way imaginable.  Wow.  What an amazing movie.  Enthralling from start to finish.  The story was unique, the acting was great, the music was spot-on, the cinematography was breathtaking, and the directing was superb (mad props to Danny Boyle, he of Trainspotting fame).  This film is up for every major award and deservedly so.  This very well may be the best film I’ve seen in years.  In fact, I’d place it among my top ten of all time after just one viewing.  Just an incredible picture that is equal parts brilliant, shocking and heart-warming. 

The film is basically a love story set in the slums of Mumbai, portraying a life of hardknocks that takes brutal honesty to whole new level as a boy from the slums tries to track down his long lost childhood love (also from the slums).  It is littered with cringeworthy moments, each designed to top the previous on the “oh my god” scale.  But the payoff is worth it, I assure you.  As the NY Times put it, Slumdog is “one of the most upbeat stories about living in hell imaginable.” 

While I couldn’t help but marvel at Boyle’s work with this film, I also couldn’t keep from appreciating the perspective the movie provides.  Throughout the viewing and after, I kept thinking to myself how lucky we are to simply be born American, and how spoiled rotten we are as a society.  I mean, let’s face it – most of us have absolutely no clue how much the rest of the world struggles to simply exist.  To paraphrase Warren Buffett, we’ve won the “ovarian lottery”, particularly given the fact that a ridiculous amount of the world is mired in a poverty most of us have never (and hopefully will never) even remotely experience firsthand.  According to the World Bank and the Population Reference Bureau, more than half of the world’s population lives on less than $2 per day and 80% of humanity lives on less than $10.  Saddest of all, children are the most affected; according to UNICEF, roughly 30,000 of them die each day due to poverty.   This movie poignantly captures their plight while cleverly delivering a Hollywood masterpiece of Bollywood proportion.  Needless to say, I cannot recommend this film enough to all who read this post.  It’s one movie that you won’t soon forget. 

I couldn’t post this without providing another sneak peek at the film, particularly since the trailer alone nearly brought me to tears!

Slumdog Millionaire

This movie looks awesome.  I have it on good authority that it’s the real deal.  Can’t wait to see it once I’m back stateside.  We need stories that warm the heart during times like these.

Shine A Light

We saw Martin Scorsese’s Shine A Light last night, the Rolling Stones documentary that covers one of the band’s NYC shows back in 2006.  What an incredible film.  Of course, the directing was superb and Jagger & crew were certainly up for the challenge.  Having never seen the Stones live, this qualifies as a suitable alternative as far as I’m concerned.  It really felt like I was at the actual concert, thanks in large part to the fact that we were seated fairly close to the screen and the sound system was, shall we say, off the hiz.  I was so wrapped up in the show that I excused myself to grab the obligatory brewskie (they sell alcohol in Japanese movie theaters) since no show is complete without me assuming my traditional concert-going pose – some bobbing of the head, occasional foot-tapping that may or may not be on beat, and one or both hands clutching a nice cold beer.  Heaven.  In any event, this was a great show and I highly recommend any music fan – Stones or otherwise – to see this movie.  Not only was the music fantastic, but it was a sight to see these old-timers get up there and ply their trade in such phenomenal form.  The energy that they expend each night is mind-boggling.  I couldn’t imagine doing that for a week, much less the forty-plus years they’ve been going.  Unreal.  And Scorsese’s touch was true, which should come as no surprise.  I particularly liked the insertion of interview clips dating back from when the band had just started out, most of which had interviewers asking questions about the band’s potential longevity.  One reporter asked Jagger when he must’ve been just a tad over 20 if he could ever imagine doing “this” at 60.  Without hesitation, Jagger answered “absolutely”.  How prescient he was!

Below is a clip from the show that includes a guest appearance by Jack White (one of my faves in the biz) for a rendition of Loving Cup.  Other guest appearances included equally powerful showings by Buddy Guy for Champagne and Reefer and Christina Aguilera for Live With Me.

The Dark Knight

Sorry for the slight delay in new posts.  I was in London last week and wrapped up in various other issues.  It was good to get back to the city, as it has been roughly two years since my last visit.  I love the international vibe and general feel of London, which more than compensates for the generally tasteless food and sometimes spotty weather.  A few things stood out to me about the city this go-round, including: 1) the sidewalks are annoyingly uneven, causing many a mistep that could prove dangerous for someone who has severely sprained his ankle three times on the basketball court; 2) there are tons of used book stores, which is a welcome break from the Borders of the world; 3) the Brits love their parks (to go along with their pints); 4) the international feel of the city is ever-present – when I arrived, I was one of only about ten caucasians among a good two hundred people waiting in the immigration queue (and the immigration officers appeared to primarily be of African or Arabic/Indian descent); 5) the city is super, super crowded; feels much more so than Tokyo; 6) Heathrow is a total madhouse; 7) I don’t like ordering all of my pints and food from the bartender; I’d much rather have a waiter/waitress come to my table; 8 ) most buildings do not have air conditioning, which can suck for someone accustomed to sleeping in subzero temperatures (much to the chagrine of his remarkably caring and understanding wife); and 9) I love British accents – if I lived there, I would be happy to adopt a faux-British accent a la Madonna.

Now, moving on to the topic of this post.  When in English-speaking countries, I like to take advantage by attending a movie or two, time-permitting.  Lucky for me, a friend of mine found himself a bachelor on Friday night (the wife and kids are away), so we took in the much-hyped new Batman movie, The Dark Knight.  I was a huge fan of Christopher Nolan’s first take on the series, Batman Begins, so I was quite eager to get myself in front of his latest development.  Suffice it to say that I was more than satisfied with his second installment.  The movie met – and maybe even slightly exceeded – every expectation that I had going in.  The performances were pretty solid across the board, the music was solid and the directing was superb.  Heath Ledger deserves the effusive praise he is receiving for his turn as The Joker and everyone else performed admirably in holding up their end of the bargain (though Maggie Gyllenhaal was kind of ho-hum as Rachel Dawes).  As director/writer/producer, Nolan deserves most of the credit for this blockbuster of a hit.  His treatment of the film was downright awesome and I’m convinced that the series wouldn’t be near as good as it is but for the fact that he is behind the camera.  I absolutely love the somewhat gritty direction he has taken this series.  He gives comics an edge that was always there but for some reason was never cultivated in previous attempts.

I give this movie very high marks and recommend it for all.  Being greedy about it, I now find myself chomping at the bit for the next installment.  Though there are rumblings that Nolan is not certain about his return, I’m confident that he’ll be back, especially if the rumors of future characters turn out to be true:  Johnny Depp as The Riddler, Philip Seymour Hoffman as The Penguin and Angelina Jolie as Catwoman?  Come on!

I also took in M. Night Shyamalan’s The Happening, starring Marky Mark Wahlberg.  For some reason, I have forced myself to be a Night fan, this despite a string of lame movies.  Count this one among them.  Night took a fairly clever concept and proceeded executing it in horrendous fashion.  Terrible writing and even worse acting.  Stay away and don’t even bother contemplating what “happened” with this one.

Who Will Watch the Watchmen?

During my wedding/honeymoon extravaganza, I read my first graphic novel ever.  Of course, I didn’t start with your run-of-the-mill comic.  Rather, I decided to start with arguably the best graphic novel of all time, at least according to those crazies in charge of the Hugo Award and ranking Time Magazine’s top 100 English language books since 1923.  Yes, my intro to the graphic novel genre was none other than The Watchmen, an absolutely brilliant and engrossing look at our apocalypse-focused world through the lens of what is now commonly-held as your standard anti-hero (or heroes).  Rather than trying to sum it up on my own, here’s the take from our friends at Wikipedia:

Watchmen is set in 1985, in an alternate history United States where costumed adventurers are real and the country is edging closer to a nuclear war with the Soviet Union (the Doomsday Clock is at five minutes to midnight). It tells the story of a group of past and present superheroes and the events surrounding the mysterious murder of one of their own. Watchmen depicts superheroes as real people who must confront ethical and personal issues, who struggle with neuroses and failings, and who—with one notable exception—lack anything recognizable as super powers. Watchmen‘s deconstruction of the conventional superhero archetype, combined with its innovative adaptation of cinematic techniques and heavy use of symbolism, multi-layered dialogue, and metafiction, has influenced both comics and film.

This novel is great and I highly recommend any of you with an interest in clever social commentary and in exploring different art forms to check it out.  However, for those of you too lazy to deal with the 400-page tome, all you need to do is wait for Spring 2009 and you can treat yourself to a cinematic viewing of the story.  Much to my delight, Zack Snyder (the same guy who brought us the awesome movie 300 based on Frank Miller’s graphic novel) directed what looks to be a great film tribute to the story.  Check out the movie trailer below (if it doesn’t load immediately, just refresh your page).  I highly recommend a lot of volume.

No Country For Old Men

What’s the most….you ever lost….on a coin toss? This question was at the center of one of the best movie scenes I have been lucky enough to experience in recent memory. No Country for Old Men was a very good movie, basically well done on every level. The acting was great (including a superb turn by Javier Bardem as a disturbingly convincing madman murderer), the writing was solid, the casting was spot-on, and the directing was perfect. Famous mostly for their work with Fargo, the Coen brothers did themselves one better with No Country. I just love the gritty texture of this film and the futility of struggle undertone. There’s a foreboding sense of inevitability that hovers over the story that I found both frightening and mesmerizing. It’s not my favorite movie of all time, but it was a joy to watch good movie-making unfold before my eyes, and I highly recommend that any true fan of movie take time out for this one. A treat indeed.

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