Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Symptom of the Universe: The Death of the Individual in John Carpenter’s Post-"They Live" Films

"I think the universe is claustrophobic," John Carpenter told Post Script's Ric Gentry in a 2014 interview. "Life is claustrophobic. Things are pressing in[...]it's a view that you come away from childhood with." That perspective is onekey entry point into Carpenter's work, one that he expanded on when Gentry asked Carpenter about the source of hisfears: "Loss of control[...]I fear absorption by other people, of my personality. This goes way back to childhood. It's sort of like 'the thing.' I don't want to be absorbed by anyone." Carpenter's reference to "The thing," the amorphous alien antagonist from The Thing (1982), his classicremake of The Thing From Another World, is also telling. That film was a major bomb upon release, so much so that it cost Carpenter the job of working on Firestarter, an adaptation of Stephen King's novel of the same name.But even Carpenterrelates his work back to The Thing, a film whose financial and critical failure significantlycontributed to hisdisillusionment with Hollywood filmmaking. 

Carpenter's concern withthe death of the individual, and the terrifying uncovering of the universe's hostile, finite nature is a potent common fixation of many of his movies. Carpenterhas mined these themes to great effect in recent works that many critics have either unfairly maligned, or treated as relatively inferior to his earlier, more elemental works. Still, while Carpenter's creative collaborators have changed over the years, and his style has become looser, and often more maximalistic, his work remains potent because of its consistent focus on individuals whose singular personalities and societal roles are threatened by what film historian Barry Keith Grant once called "a primitive Hobbesian brutality." The mixed-to-negative reception of Carpenter's recent films is, other words, also a reflection of the fickle, unsparing human condition that Carpenter singles out inhis films. 


Monday, November 6, 2017

In Another Country: Teiichi and the Myth of Universality

I've never liked the popular myth that people are the same all over. If we believe we all want the same things, and will pursue those things in the same ways, then we can pretend that we already understand sufficiently each other. The false notion that we're fundamentally alike means we can stop trying to bridge the gap between "I sympathize with you" and "I understand you." It also means we're more intuitively sensitive than we actually are. Relax, stop trying so hard: you already get me.

Give me a break. Isn't "you and me, we're not so unlike" what the bad guy always says at the end of action movies...right before the bad guy is defeated?

I watched energizing Japanese high school comedy Teiichi: Battle of Supreme tonight, and thought about the false comfort that pseudo-elemental/universal characters give to viewers. Teiichi, an adaptation of Usamaru Furuya's popular manga comic book, is set in a specific milieu. True, the film's focus on cram school power-plays, adolescent political ambitions, grade-grubbing competitions, and extra-curricular brown-nosing will probably seem at least partly relatable. But Teiichi is, more specifically, a spoof of the competitive nature of Japanese high school culture. The jokes are, in that sense, as funny as they are because these characters are not really like people I know from my personal experiences. Rather, I was thrilled by Teiichi because it gave me a funhouse-warped reflection of what life in another country is like.

The film's title character (Masaki Suda) may be exceptionally driven. But his insatiable power-lust, and indomitable drive are also what makes him symptomatic of the film's world. Here's a rare teenager who knows exactly what he wants: to be the student president of Kaitei High School in order to become Japanese Prime Minister, and then leader of his own independent country. Teiichi fittingly details his ambitions, and motives during a comically blunt prefatory speech.

We see, during a belly-laugh-inducing flashback, we see how mild-mannered Teiichi used to be before he hit his head while practicing piano. After this personality-altering injury, Teiichi became determined to do what his father couldn't, and defeat his school nemesis Kikuma Tōgō (Shuhei Nomura), the son of his father's rival. To achieve his goal, Teiichi teams up with calculating wingman Kōmei Sakakibara (Jun Shison), and uses allies like naturally charismatic leader Dan Ōtaka (Ryoma Takeuchi) as stepping stones to defeat Tōgō, and get a few steps closer to being a world leader.

Teiichi is a fast-paced physical comedy, so viewers shouldn't expect a civics lesson, or a didactic breakdown of Japan's societal ills. Moreoever, the film's protagonists may be relatable, but only to a point. I knew kids like Teiichi in high school. I also mocked some of my peers by assuming they had Teiichi's levels of naked ambition. I've even feared I was becoming guys like Teiichi. I remember the kids who agonized over final presentations, but would always pull through with an A-. These were the teens who stayed after-school in order to prove their interest in whatever area of study they didn't already test 100% well on.

If you were close to students like this, you were probably close to being one of them. And if that's the case, you know what it's like to be programmed to be ruthless about your future. Maybe you had a summer internship because it looked good on college applications. Or maybe you ran an after-school club because it showed ambition. Maybe you ran your own newsletter,  or contributed to the school paper to show that you cared about your community. Or maybe you did intramural sports, or speech and debate to show that you had school spirit. Maybe you just listened to your guidance counselor when he or she tried to adjust your expectations by telling you which colleges were "reach"es for you, and which were safer bets.All of these things are relatively tame compared to Teiichi's ludicrous, and quite funny quest to be smarter, more well-versed, more ruthless, and more efficient than anybody else around him.

Still, it's important to note that Teiichi's ambitions are not abnormal in the context of Kaitei's student body. If anything, the fact that he's surrounded by like-minded students suggests that, after a certain point, we are all at least a different. Because one hormone-crazed wannabe Napoleon is funny, but a world full of them suggests that there's more to Teiichi than broad, caricature-style satire.

There's a screening of Teiichi coming up this Wednesday, November 8th, at Chicago's own Asian Pop-Up Cinema Festival. The festival is one of the best places to see Teiichi since festival organizer Sophia Wong Boccio makes each screening a fun, accessible opportunity for light, but meaningful cross-cultural exchanges. I served as the guest speaker at a recent Asian Pop-Up Cinema screening of Ann Hui's Our Time Will Come, and I was very impressed at the way Sophia has developed a community of engaged moviegoers. I am also very grateful that Sophia made me, a New Yorker visiting Chicago, feel like a party of her community. I learned a lot from that evening's Q&A, and felt a little less out of place.

For more information on Wednesday's screening, go here.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

John Wick: Chapter Two

John Wick: Chapter 2 isn't just a fetishistic movie--it is a movie about respecting the honor and tradition of fetishism. Objects stand in for relationships, whether it's the house that John lived in with his wife or the marker that helped him to escape his past as a paid assassin. So the montage where John, after having his life (i.e. his house) blow up, gathers new gear for himself, inevitably climaxes with a giddy inventory of various guns. Suit, gold coins, and a whole lot of guns--these things are meaningful to the man who has no use for anything else. Guns are meat and potatoes, and knives are dessert.

I mean, look at how much this world's significantly beefed-up mythology, such as it is, depends on analog objects. Things are traditionally reliable, and reliably traditional. There's the rotary phones and clunky computers in the Continental's secretary pool. There's the conspicuously unmixed drinks that John and Cassian imbibe when  they declare a wary truce: bourbon for John, gin for Cassian. And there's that damn car from the opening scene, the one that takes a monster-truck-rally-worthy savaging--but can and therefore must be refurbished. 

I loved the sheer absurdity of this climax: the car doesn't even matter any more--it's the principle of the car's existence that matters! Yes, it has sentimental value, as is evidenced by the photo of John's late wife that he keeps in the glove compartment. But again: the thing is always the sentiment it motivates, so it's ok that John treasures it well beyond reasonable measure. This isn't a convincing sign of John's soul-sickness, though Chapter Two does bluntly conclude with a shoot-out at a museum exhibition called "Reflections of the Soul." 

The world that John represents is all surface. It's slippery by nature, but it's supposed to be attractively sturdy. There are rules, and John ultimately fails to obey them when he shoots a Continental club member in the Continental. Again, I'm not convinced that this is a sign of the soul-less nature of John's world as much as it is a sign of the filmmakers' desire to have it both ways: suits, cars, gold coins, and guns are cool but don't get too attached, or else you too will lose your soul! Never mind that the scene where John gets his gear is an unequivocally triumphal moment. Never mind that there is no normative word for John to compare his actions or values with. Never mind that character actor cameos are used to evoke without really establishing a substantial connection between John and his colleagues/employers/fellow hired hands. Just focus on the way that one fetish--the marker--is treated as a bad thing that must be destroyed while another--the house--is a pure thing whose destruction reduces a man to...acquiring more stuff and killing a bunch of disposable flunkies and capo di capi. 

I mean, what exactly do all these things stand in for? Tradition, but not a tradition that you or I know exists but rather a rigid, rule-based code of conduct that harkens back to the not-so-conflicted romanticism of Cavalleria Rusticana, if not earlier. In Rusticana, Sicilian men of honor also fight for and against hidebound traditions that dictate that men settle disputes outside the law. There's a similarly futile it's-a-fallen-world-but-it-once-was-beautiful nostalgia running through this film. In fact, if I had to give a name to Chapter Two's soul-less ethos, it would be nostalgia-punk, a paradoxically toothless form of countercultural rebellion that relies implicitly on our faith in objects to represent our relationships, our traditions, and ultimately our institutions. All of this stuff was in John Wick, but at least that film's fetish was a dog, a living thing. Remember when men were men, guns were guns, and Franco Nero's very presence was a cause for celebration? I don't either.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

"Fight Off the Lethargy! Don't Go Quietly!"

Hiya, pal. Here are some links from the past month, organized by outlet:

RogerEbert.com:

Review of Assassin's Creed.

Great Performances of 2016, featuring my shout-out to Stephen Lang in Don't Breathe.

Ten Best Films of 2016, featuring my write-up of Elle.

All four of my dispatches from the inaugural Macau Film Festival.

Review of Eyes of My Mother.

Review of Sky on Fire.

Review of Evolution.

Village Voice:


Calendar blurb on Streets of Fire.

Review of Contract to Kill.

Calendar blurb on The Road Warrior.

Review of Toshiro Mifune: The Last Samurai.

Vulture: 

Recap of Sense8: A Christmas Special.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Like a Rhinestone Cowboy

Hello, young lovers, whatever you are.

Last week, I teased an interview with Steve Coogan. That probably won't happen at this point. Which sucks because I got pretty hyped about it myself. But he's starting a new film, which means he doesn't have time for this guy. 

*Bronx cheer* 

Let's go to the weekly links, shall we?

First, my Village Voice review of Studio Ghibli-produced animated fable The Red Turtle.

And my Village Voice "Voices Choices" squib on the Metrograph's Takeshi Kitano retrospective.

My RogerEbert.com review of shitty Idris Elba spy thriller The Take.

And some stray Letterboxd thoughts on why I wasn't crazy about Doctor Strange.

Tune in next week for reviews of Mifune: The Last Samurai, and Evolution.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Idle Worship

This week's been...shitty. But here's a couple of pieces for you, anyway.

First up is my RogerEbert.com interview with Sword of Doom star Tatsuya Nakadai, courtesy of the fine folks at the Museum of the Moving Image.

Then there's my Esquire.com interview with Elle director Paul Verhoeven.

And my RogerEbert.com review of lackluster/pseudo-suspenseful romantic-thriller Come and Find Me.

And that's all she wrote for this week. Stay tuned for a short piece on Takeshi Kitano, an interview with Steve Coogan, and reviews of The Red Turtle and The Take.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Hot Linking Action

Oh hi.

Here are some links to my recent writing.

My RogerEbert.com feature on the year's most exciting horror films.

My brief Village Voice write-up of the Anthology Film Archives' Lucio Fulci retrospective.

My Village Voice review of lame-o rock doc We Are X.

My brief Village Voice write-up of the Japan Society's Kadokawa Films' retrospective.

My RogerEbert.com pan of Paul Schrader's weak crime thriller/black comedy Dog Eat Dog.

My Village Voice interview with George Romero about Night of the Living Dead.

Stay tuned: next week will feature links to interviews with Tatsuya Nakadai and Paul Verhoeven.



Saturday, October 22, 2016

Halloween Link Dump

Hello. Been a while, I know. I won't say that I'm back for good since I've made similar promises before, and broken them. So let's dispense with the formalities, and get to this week's links.

First up is my Esquire interview with The Handmaiden director Chan-wook Park about storyboards, classic musical, and violence.

Next, there's my Village Voice cap about Anthology Film Archives now-ongoing Lucio Fulci retrospective. 

And my RogerEbert.com interview with Creepy helmer Kiyoshi Kurosawa about location-scouting, generic expectations, and the wind.

Then there's my three-star RogerEbert.com review of 31, Rob Zombie's latest horror film.

And, just in case you missed it, my (and co-author Matt Zoller Seitz's) Village Voice oral history of The Thing (1982), featuring interviews with Wilford Brimley, John Carpenter, David Clennon, Keith David, and Richard Masur.

Friday, October 2, 2015

The Old Gray Lady and Friends

Hi.

So this clip round-up includes my first piece at the New York Times: a primer on Heroes Reborn, which you read here.

Not much, but it's a start.

Anyway.

At Vulture, I recapped the first two episodes of Gotham's second season here, and here. And episodes four and five of Fear the Walking Dead here, and here.

I also did a list of the ten most Cannon-y moments in the new Cannon DVD/Blu-ray box set, also at Vulture.

At RogerEbert.com, there's my positive review of The Green Inferno, Eli Roth's Cannibal Holocaust homage, right over here.

And at the Village Voice, there's reviews of Mississippi Grind, Hotel Transylvania 2, This Changes Everything, Shanghai, and He Named Me Malala

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Bif Bam Pow: Writing's Not Just for Reviews Any More!

Hi.

I'm including my TV writing here, too, now.

1) Four Vulture recaps of Fear the Walking Dead: one, and two, and three, and four.

2) My RogerEbert.com review of 80s-sploitation action-adventure Turbo Kid: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/turbo-kid-2015

3) My Village Voice cap of Korean action-fantasy Memories of the Sword: http://www.villagevoice.com/film/memories-of-the-sword-is-most-thrilling-when-its-swordsmen-plunge-into-the-past-7533278

4) My RogerEbert.com review of body-horror sequel Contracted: Phase II: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/contracted-phase-ii-2015

5) My Village Voice cap of found-footage horror film Creep: http://www.villagevoice.com/film/mark-duplass-elevates-found-footage-horror-flick-creep-7585795

6) My Vulture interview with Roger Corman: http://www.vulture.com/2015/08/roger-corman-sharktopus-easy-rider.html?_ga=1.11195444.1671774659.1442801866

7) My RogerEbert.com review of Johnnie To musical Office: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/office-2015

8) My Village Voice cap of Neil Labute's dramedy Dirty Weekend: http://www.villagevoice.com/film/neil-labute-s-dirty-weekend-may-have-you-longing-for-monday-7600110

9) My RogerEbert.com review of Fatih Akin's Armenian genocide drama The Cut: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/the-cut-2015

10) My Village Voice review action reboot The Transporter Refueled: http://www.villagevoice.com/film/here-are-all-the-reasons-why-nobody-went-to-see-the-transporter-refueled-7621056

11) My Vulture interview with Rick and Morty co-creators Justin Roiland and Dan Harmon: http://www.vulture.com/2015/09/rick-morty-influences-dan-harmon-justin-roiland.html?_ga=1.246550660.1671774659.1442801866

12) My RogerEbert.com review of Bruce McDonald's killer-kids/maternity-horror film Hellions: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/hellions-2015

13) My Village Voice cap of horror-comedy Cooties: http://www.villagevoice.com/film/comic-horror-flick-cooties-cast-is-funnier-than-its-script-7634481

Ok, let's rock.



Saturday, August 22, 2015

"Opinions Were Like Kittens, I Was Giving Them Away."

Hi.

Here's some writing:

1) My RogerEbert.com review of The Vatican Tapes, a demonic possession horror film helmed by Crank co-director Mark Neveldine: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/the-vatican-tapes-2015

2) My Village Voice review of Unexpected, a dismal what-to-expect-when-you're-expecting drama from co-writer/director Kris Swanberg, wife of Joe: http://www.villagevoice.com/movies/unexpected-6387791

3) My Village Voice review of Jack Strong, a good-enough spy thriller set in Cold War-era Poland: http://www.villagevoice.com/movies/jack-strong-7305812

4) My Village Voice review of Staten Island Summer, a so-so one-last-summer-party teen sex comedy starring a bunch of recent Saturday Night Live players: http://www.villagevoice.com/film/teen-sex-comedy-staten-island-summer-works-best-if-you-re-hard-up-7415904

5) My RogerEbert.com review of Wild City, the latest film written and directed by City on Fire director Ringo Lam: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/wild-city-2015

6) My Village Voice review of Paulo Coelho's Best Story, an undistinguished biopic about the author of The Alchemist: http://www.villagevoice.com/film/the-alchemist-author-doesn-t-quite-come-to-life-in-paulo-coelho-s-best-story-7415908

7) My Village Voice review of A Lego Brickumentary, a disappointing documentary about Duplo, I MEAN LEGO: http://www.villagevoice.com/movies/a-lego-brickumentary-6386868

8) My RogerEbert.com review of The Young and Prodigious T.S. Spivet, a mostly fine new film from Alien: Resurrection director Jean-Pierre Jeunet: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/the-young-and-prodigious-ts-spivet-2015

9) My Village Voice review of Call Me Lucky, Bobcat Golthwait's dock-portrait of Boston comedian Barry Crimmins: http://www.villagevoice.com/film/bobcat-goldthwait-s-call-me-lucky-is-a-smart-portrait-of-a-hothead-truth-teller-7440197

10) My Village Voice review of Assassination, a bloated but fun South Korean spy/war thriller:http://www.villagevoice.com/movies/assassination-amsal-7406798

11) My Village Voice review of Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet, an underwhelming cartoon adaptation of, uh, see title: http://www.villagevoice.com/movies/kahlil-gibrans-the-prophet-6387304

12) My Village Voice review of Shaun the Sheep Movie, a fun new film by Aardman Animations: http://www.villagevoice.com/movies/shaun-the-sheep-6387652

13) My RogerEbert.com review of We Come As Friends, a tedious documentary about the "alien," neo-colonialist nature of Western (and Chinese) philanthropists in contemporary South Sudan: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/we-come-as-friends-2015

14) My RogerEbert.com review of One and Two, an unmoving coming-of-age fantasy starring Sally Draper: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/one-and-two-2015

15) My Village Voice review of Some Kind of Beautiful, an awful romantic-comedy, but a decent contender for worst film of 2015: http://www.villagevoice.com/movies/some-kind-of-beautiful-how-to-make-love-like-an-englishman-7299358 

16) My Village Voice review of The Curse of Downers Grove, a cheap, but satisfying "teen angst" picture that also happens to be co-adapted by Bret Easton Ellis: http://www.villagevoice.com/movies/the-curse-of-downers-grove-7332912

17) My RogerEbert.com review of Sinister 2, an inadequate, but superior sequel: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/sinister-2-2015

Sunday, July 19, 2015

I Don't Know What to Call This Any More But It's Definitely Not 'The Week in Review'

Hi.

I don't really like that title any more. I see a lot of other critics using it, and that's rather discouraging. Suggestions are welcome. Now here's what published this past week.

1) For Village Voice: a review of Jellyfish Eyes, pop artist Takashi Murakami's underwhelming kiddy flick. xowAvwEPGz
2) For Village Voice: a review of Ardor, a lousy man-vs-nature picture starring Gael Garcia Bernal and Alice Braga. c1RFCh2jh8
3) For RogerEbert.com: a review of Alléluia, an insufferably arty horror film about the Lonely Hearts killers. alléluia-2015 
4) For RogerEbert.com: my entry in the "Who's Who in Reviews" series. I waited all week for this, and am quite happy with the results. whos-who-in-reviews-simon-abrams



Takes us out, boys.





Saturday, July 11, 2015

The Week in Review: Well, A Week and Some Change

Hi.

I've had some personal setbacks lately. But here, in the meantime, are my writings for the past month or so:

1) For Village Voice, a review of The Face of An Angel, a rather dull thriller by the often superb Michael Winterbottom: YbzoLrrlu1

2) For Village Voice, a feature on Critical Paranoia 2: Dark Night Rising, a frustrating, but intriguing experiment in conspiracy theory bullshit: LHFbgZppwy

3) For Vulture, my last two recaps of Sense8, the Wachowski siblings' uneven and aggravating science-fiction series: 5lnxamq2EL and 1NqIQTu

4) For Village Voice, a review of Phantom Halo, a tedious American indie drama directed by the daughter of Poly Platt and Peter Bogdonavich: character-driven-melodrama-phantom-halo-doesn-t-have-believable-characters-7273204

5) For RogerEbert.com, a review of Rubble Kings, a fine, but flawed documentary about real-life gangs of Fun City New York: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/rubble-kings-2015

6) For RogerEbert.com, a review of Into the Grizzly Maze, a lousy, woman-hating animal-attack picture: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/into-the-grizzly-maze-2015

7) For RogerEbert.com, a review of Stung, another lousy, woman-hating animal-attack picture: http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/stung-2015

8) For The Dissolve, an interview with Penelope Spheeris, the lovely, and ferociously-talented director of the Decline of Western Civilization trilogy: 0ok2frhFvs

9) For Village Voice, a review of The Suicide Theory, a wishy-washy Australian thriller/dark-comedy: http://www.villagevoice.com/movies/the-suicide-theory-6387710

10) For Village Voice, a feature on "Japan Cuts," the Japan Society's annual program of Japanese pop cinema: 8zbZI5wYcf

11) For Village Voice, a review of The Gallows, a stinky found-footage ghost story: it-wouldnt-be-a-tragedy-if-found-footage-horror-the-gallows-hadn-t-been-found-7351993

And here's some music:



Saturday, June 13, 2015

The Week in Review: All-Kicking, All-Punching Edition

Hi.

Here are links to articles that published in the past week:

1) Chilean martial arts movie Redeemer is a great vehicle for star Marko Zaror. More in my Village Voice review: UvtGxzgw4j

2) American animator Don Hertzfeldt's World of Tomorrow blows the competition away in 2015 Sundance Film Festival Award-Winning Short Films. More in my Village Voice review: IWyop6uz3z

3) Hong Kong martial-arts comedy Dreadnaught (1981)--a Yuen Biao vehicle directed by Woo-Ping Yuen--is an energizing delight. More in my Village Voice review: nCREfFUQ0v

4) J. Michael Straczynski and the Wachowskis' uneven science-fiction serial Sense8 gets appreciably freaky in episodes 4-6. More in my second of four Vulture recaps: 1QrCSHx

5) And bleak American/Chilewood indie horror film The Stranger is a pantload. More in my RogerEbert.com review: the-stranger-2015



Sunday, June 7, 2015

Your Good Blog's Gonna Go Bad: The Week in Review

Hi.

Here are links to pieces that published in the past week.

1) My Village Voice review of Brooklyn filmmaker Eddie Mullins's thoughtful Doomsdayst.co/9PNA4FFmc8

2) My RogerEbert.com review of Swedish absurdist Roy Andersson's terrific A Pigeon Sat on a Branch Reflecting on Existencewww.rogerebert.com/reviews/a-pigeon-sat-on-a-branch-reflecting-on-existence-2015

3) My RogerEbert.com primer on martial arts legend Jackie Chan's awe-inspiring Police Story films: www.rogerebert.com/balder-and-dash/unholy-dedication-a-history-of-jackie-chans-police-story-franchise

4) My Village Voice review of mediocre horror film Insidious: Chapter 3www.villagevoice.com/2015-06-03/film/insidious-chapter-3-is-ambitious-but-undercooked-and-idiotic/

5) My RogerEbert.com review of uneven but satisfying Old Man Jackie Chan vehicle Police Story: Lockdown (aka: Police Story 2013): www.rogerebert.com/reviews/police-story-lockdown-2015

6) My Vulture recap of the Wachowskis' new-age-y scifi series Sense8's first three episodes: http://www.vulture.com/2015/06/sense8-recap-season-1-episode-1-2-3.html

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

"And Images So Strange and Foreign Came Flooding In Like Raging Waters"

I didn't want to see my grandfather die. Watching the process, such as it was, happen slowly, and from a distance, was hard enough. This was May 2005. I had just returned from studying abroad, and the still undiagnosed illness that led to my paternal grandfather's death finally overwhelmed him. The great Robert Abrams, a WW2 vet and the founder of the Levvittown Tribune, died of complications from dementia-like symptoms. Bruce Abrams, my father, told me that the immediate cause of death was pneumonia. I still remember the impatient, distracted way he said, "pneumonia."

Prior to his death, Robert suffered from memory loss for months. It wasn't Alzheimer's, but it might as well have been. Eleanor Abrams, my grandmother and his wife, lived and took care of him. But Robert was also cared for by his two children, Bruce and Beth. They put up with his mood swings, helped Robert when his body failed him, and doted on him with all the love and attention he deserved.

I was not there. There were several times when I could have been, but I wasn't. When he was rushed to the hospital for the last time, my dad offered me the chance to go (he didn't really ask). But I didn't want to go, and said as much. It hurt too much to see my grandfather in pain, confused, angry, helpless.

A year after that, my maternal grandmother, Ellie Moschou, died. Again, I didn't want to be there. I had lived with that stubborn 95 year-old Greek woman for a couple of years, though some of those years were predominantly spent at college dormitories in Manhattan. Again, nobody expected  me to help in an extraordinary way. My mother, Catherine Abrams, constantly cared for Ellie, especially when the caretakers she hired couldn't do everything she needed them to. But again, while I did as much as I could bear to, I regret not having been more present, nor more patient.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Up Jumped the Devil: In Praise of Nicolas Winding Refn's "Only God Forgives"


To begin: yes, I know this blog has become the lawn that I never mow. But I have been keeping track of everything I see. With a little luck, I'll soon get back to updating Extended Cut...but only after I finish the latest phase of an ongoing project. Thanks for your...well, I don't know what.

Also: there are lots of spoilers ahead. Lots.


Only God Forgives reminds me of a Nick Cave song. It's full of pompous swagger because it's an expression of the artist's fascination with preening machismo. Think of Cave's version of "Stagger Lee." That song ends with "the bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee" getting a blow job, and blowing a rival suitor's brains out. The song's excesses are pointed. It's a half-sneering, half-celebratory destruction of the chauvnism inherent in Cave's persona. It's about a badass that is so desperate, and so unhinged that he'll make good on all of his delirious threats (50 good pussies just to get to one fat boy's asshole? You don't say...). The main difference between a Cave song and a Nicolas Winding Refn film is that Cave performs as himself. He is Mistah Staggah Lee, his own best joke. The same cannot be said about Refn's recent films. He is their primary author, but he's not immediately dabbling with his own image. Still, both artists deal in excess, and love to explore the hetero male id at its most reptilian.

Refn's latest is, to some extent, of a piece with both Valhalla Rising and Drive. As in both of those films, Refn represents the world in Only God Forgives as a surreal mix of dream, and reality. You can see that when Lieutenant Chang (Vithaya Pansringarm) sings karaoke. Chang's singing establishes two things. The first karaoke scene suggests that the film's Bangkok is a world that exists independently of Julian's (Ryan Gosling) story. But the second scene, when Chang sings a song called "You Are My Dream" on the film's soundtrack, complicates that notion. It's the film's concluding sequence, the kind of scene a dreamer sees just before waking up. In a moment of panic, Julian's imagines/sees life without himself. Julian's dream Bangkok, a city that Chang comfortably navigates, and disappears into as if he were its avatar, has rejected him. In this case, the nightmare outlives its creator/main subject.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

"There's Nothing You Can Say, You Can't Wish Me Away:" Something About Like Clockwork

For a few weeks now, I've wanted to write something about Like Clockwork, the Queens of the Stone Age's long-awaited sixth album. Despite minor reservations, I can't stop listening to it. But when I tried to write something about Like Clockwork, it sucked. It was four or five grafs of throat-clearing, "Your shoes are untied," cack. It was heavily annotated, and full of quotes from other critics. I ultimately scrapped that piece simply because I am not a music critic. The closest I've come to writing a music review is this. Not a terrible piece, really, but I think it's terrible, if that makes sense.

Which leads me to this piece. It's not a review, because who wants a review for an album that came out weeks ago? And it's not supposed to be a deeply personal cri di coeur, though it will be that. Rather, I want to relate what it's like to listen to Like Clockwork's three-hit punch of "If I Had a Tail," "My God is the Sun," and "Kalopsia." So I'll circle around something I can't bring myself to directly write about. Like the persona that Queens frontman Josh Homme presents in his music, I'm an emotional exhibitionist. I also don't like being completely transparent. In his music, Homme presents himself as a sarcastic bully, a submissive pervert, and an egocentric depressive. I like his music a lot.

Like Clockwork doesn't begin with "If I Had a Tail," but it should. My biggest problem with the album is that Homme bleeds all over the tracks. This guy has made of a career of jamming tongue into cheek. He sings about suicidal thoughts, bad trips, and strip club daymares so well that he doesn't need to make his music more overtly "personal." But still, Homme knew what he was doing when he wrote the music for Like Clockwork. On Andrew Lloyd Webber-esque piano ballad "Vampyre of Time and Memory," Homme sings, "To be vulnerable is needed most of all, if you intend to truly fall apart." By contrast, "If I Had a Tail" is a chilly, synth-heavy track with an echo chamber disco beat. It, like many of Homme's best tracks, makes you think you're riding shotgun in Homme's car while he makes donuts all over his id. "See me dance," he moans like a ghost, confirming in "If I Had a Tail," we are inside Homme's head. Maybe this is what you dream of when you're laid up in a hospital, wondering if you have the stamina to recover. It isn't a wake-up call, but a nose-dive into Nod, the land of cold sweats, and bad dreams.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

There and Back Again: A Nerd's Half-Assed Journey

RV!: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) Dir: Peter Jackson Date Released: December 19, 2001 Date Seen: December 2, 2012 Rating: 3.75/5

407) The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012) Dir: Peter Jackson Date Released: December 14, 2012 Date Seen: December 11, 2012 Rating: 3/5

I meant to rewatch all three of Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings adaptations before seeing The Hobbit. But uh, I got caught up in Godard fever. Still, I don't regret having given up on that project after rewatching the extended cut of The Fellowship of the Ring since Jackson slavishly traces over the narrative beats of that earlier film throughout The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

So: the first installment in Jackson's Hobbit trilogy is supposed to mirror the first film in his Lord of the Rings trilogy. That's annoying, and distracting, but not inexplicable. The Hobbit is a much gentler adventure than The Fellowship of the Ring: singing, and riddles are just as, if not more important than dragons and wizards. So Jackson tried to simultaneously make his Hobbit just as dynamic as his earlier film while fostering a sense of continuity between his two trilogies. 

Bilbo's earlier adventure in The Hobbit now mirrors Frodo's in Fellowship: the council of wizards looks like (and scored the same as?) the Council of Elrond; the flight from the Troll King is like the Balrog chase; and Bilbo's exit from the Shire looks like Frodo's. This narrative tracing is usually more annoying than it is thoughtful, though I did like the way Jackson made the cliff-side fight in The Hobbit correspond with the Fellowship scene where Aragorn rescues Frodo from the Ringwraiths. But that's mostly because the juxtaposition of these two scenes is a lil counterpuntal: Aragorn rescues Frodo, while Bilbo has to actively help his rescuers. These two scenes confirm the differences between the two trilogies while also uniting the two films: in both movies, this is the moment where the Fellowship really becomes a group.

That's the thing I most liked about The Hobbit: as Gandalf says, Bilbo is the most important member of his group because he is naturally more fearful and anxious than any dwarf or wizard. He is literally a smaller person than everyone else, and therefore has to try harder to be a hero. Even when he's only trying to save himself, like when he tells riddles to Smeagol (best scene in the film), or distracts some trolls before Gandalf saves him and his friends, Bilbo stumbles into heroism. It doesn't come naturally to him, and he's no Errol Flynn (he gets some good licks in during the cliff-side fight, but he doesn't single-handedly win the fight for his group). But Bilbo is inspiring, and I greatly appreciated the lengths Jackson went to to establish that conceit.

That having been said, the leering, Raimi-esque canted angles that Jackson uses throughout Fellowship also made me realize that it wasn't just the 48 FPS camerawork that made The Hobbit look ass-ugly: it was the way the film was shot. Jackson cut too many corners, and tried too hard to do too many things in An Unexpected Journey. I'm consequently not surprised that he felt he could/should make The Hobbit into another trilogy. Still, I am really not looking forward to Jackson's spin on Tom Bombadil...

Monday, May 20, 2013

Their Eyes Were Watching Max Von Sydow, I mean Romy Schneider, Shit.

389) Death Watch (1980) Dir: Bertrand Tavernier Date Released: April XX, 1982 Date Seen: November 30, 2012 Rating: 3/5

I'm not wild about this contemplative science fiction film, but I did write about it for the L Magazine. You're welcome.