Best News I’ve Heard This Week

I really hope this story is true. I saw the stage production of C.D. Payne’s Youth In Revolt back in Santa Rosa, after reading the book (multiple times). It was a tiny little show that only touched on the first chunk of the rather large and engrossing story, and the no-budget production with age-inappropriate actors didn’t exactly leave me thrilled. But  Michael Cera would be perfect for the part of Nick Twisp, so as long as there’s a decent director involved, this should be good. Hopefully Hollywood doesn’t fuck this one up.

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Posted by Dylan
On December 26, 2007
In Category: Books, Film, General, Sonoma County
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Quotable

“Since gin to artifice bears the same relation as tears to mascara…” (Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s)

From my current reading. Wickedly funny, ten times more so than the cinematic version. And it would have to be, wouldn’t it? I mean, on a wickedness scale of 1 to 100, imagine where Audrey Hepburn would fall, as opposed to Mr. Capote. The movie will definitely bear some re-watching when I’m done with this, as I have a feeling the experience will be much different.

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Posted by Dylan
On June 23, 2006
In Category: Books, Film, General
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Oh Sweet Jesus…

A Scanner Darkly trailer is up at Ifilm.

I think I need to go change my pants.

More later….

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Posted by Dylan
On February 20, 2005
In Category: Film, General, Linkage
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The Life Neurotic

Whoo hoo. After a bit of a break from this sort of thing, I played at North Light open mic again last night. I ran through the Magnetic Fields’ “Come Back From San Fransisco” and Track Star’s “Feet First”, with reasonable levels of success on both. Go me. I was thinking of doing Bowie’s “Life on Mars” (prominently featured on the soundtrack for The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou), but that song really doesn’t work on guitar alone. It really needs the stomping grandeur of the huge piano chords and sweeping string section to really make it work. Well, it needs something beyond a sparse acoustic guitar/vocal arrangement at least. Ah well….

Speaking of The Life Aquatic…what an odd movie. I enjoyed it. Immensely. It was not Wes Anderson’s finest hour though. In many ways, it was a mess, a cacophonous sprawling thing that overreached and spread thin, revisiting areas that have been played to perfection in his previous films. In other ways, it was spot-on perfect in small ways, small moments. Massively entertaining and also somewhat frustrating.

I’ve read a little bit of the critical response to the film (which has been somewhat lukewarm), and I’m surprised nobody mentions how…meta it gets in places. It’s essentially a film about a filmmaker, transposed into an exaggerated oceanographic setting. From the opening film festival scene onward, Murray’s character seems to work as a stand-in for Anderson in some ways. Was this intentional, light-hearted self-deprecation, or some unintended, subconciously revealed side-effect?

The scene the really drives this point home to me is the scene that takes place in the cutaway-view set of the Team Zissou vessel, the Belafonte. This set is introduced early in the movie, for a brief fourth-wall breaking scene describing the contents of the ship, but the set is used again briefly later on in the film, for a scene following several of the characters through the ship during a conversation. The dollhouse-nature of the set is exaggerated and pointed out repeatedly, to great comic effect, and in high contrast to the rest of the ship-bound scenes, which are filmed on and inside the actual vessel. The culmination of the scene is a pulled-back shot, with several cutaway-rooms in the frame, and characters looking over and around the cutaway walls as Bill Murray’s character proclaims “But this is a documentary! This is really happening!” The dissonance of Murray’s claims to veracity against the obviously fantastic set piece was one of my favorite moments of the film. And, coming from a filmmaker who has been criticized before for his obliquely absurd and stage-like production design, this scene can easily be read as a jab at his critics laments of lacking realism.

Anyhow. That was longer than I thought it would be. But at least it pushes my drunken motivational speech down the page a bit….

Still working on my EP…the mixing process is going to take a bit longer than I’d thought, although I’m definitely making some progress there. Joey just picked up some new speakers that I’m gonna do a little mixing on. Mixing on headphones isn’t exactly ideal but it’s been the best I could do until recently. And it’d be nice to have as accurate and widely listenable mix as possible before I send it off for mastering. I’m somewhat stalled on the artwork, as I decide which of 3 directions to take for the cover…

More later. Blah de blah…

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Posted by Dylan
On January 26, 2005
In Category: Film, General, Making Music
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Primer

Most movies these days can be more or less fully appreciated after a single viewing, maybe occasionally a second. You’re getting pretty lucky if you can watch a recent movie for a third time, and still get something new out of it. Memento benefits from a second viewing due to the fact that the “ending” completely changes the meaning of everything else in the movie. Watching it again is like watching a whole new movie, due to the new context. Details of double crosses are clearer, mysteries are less ambiguous a second time around. The same goes for Fight Club, the Sixth Sense (but maybe not M. Night Shyamalan’s other films) and, to a degree, Donnie Darko.

But in Primer we have a film that not only encourages repeated viewings, but seems to require them. Some feel that this is a drawback of the film, and I’d be hard pressed to fully disagree. However, it’s a rare event to have a movie that holds it secrets close to it’s chest. Is the plot incomprehensible because it’s dealing with a subject that is essentially incomprehensible? I don’t think this is the case. Time travel movies have been done to death, and even casual sci-fi fans are familiar with the tropes of the genre, the Grandfather paradox, alternate timelines, causality, etc. But here the tropes are avoided in favor of a wide-eyed and brain-bending mystery. There’s no attempt to explain the science behind the time travel, just a relatively clear outlining of what appear to be the “rules” in this particular film’s theory of time travel. The characters don’t understand fully what’s happening, and the audience has to work from their knowledge.

While other time travel films tend to end up as parables of abusing poorly understood technology, or the inherent dangers of progress, Primer is a more human morality tale. In the end, it’s not sheer technological hubris or blind idealism that doom the characters, but it’s a noir-like tendency towards distrust, greed, and human error that brings the house of cards down. When Abe and Aaron start involving themselves in elaborate double-crosses involving multiple revisions of the same events, everything spirals out of control in unpredictable (to us) yet inevitable ways.

The strength of Primer lies in it’s devotion to it’s core ideas, rather than spectacle or surface. A $7,000 budget for a film (as in celluloid, not digital) leaves no room for sets, special effects, or any other distracting glitz. If this film succeeds or fails, it’s entirely on grounds of substance, since there is no exterior concerns. This is how science fiction is supposed to work, by positing a consequential change to our familiar world, and examining it’s consequences (see Philip K. Dick’s attempt at defining science fiction as a literature of ideas, separate from space opera, for further discussion). Primer owes a heavy debt to Dick, and his onion-layered narratives. In fact, if A Scanner Darkly wasn’t already in someone else’s hands, I’d hope for Shane Carruth to get his hands on it. This would be the perfect style for Dick’s meditation on drugs, paranoia, and the fragility of identity, a modern suburban utopia tweaked ever so slightly into the realm of speculative fiction.

For all it’s strengths and ambition, Primer ultimately suffers from a lack of exposition. The audience is expected to go along for the ride, feeling the topsy-turvy loopbacks rather than understanding them. This works perfectly on the right type of audience (such as yours truly), an audience who is willing to put in the effort to piece together a working theory of what exactly just happened in repeat viewings and post-film discussions. But to evaluate the film on a strictly narrative level finds it sorely lacking in clarity. To most viewers, this is a serious drawback, not an invitation to engage the film on a basic level. Obviously, this is not exactly the fault of the film or the filmmaker, but I can’t help feeling that there could have been a little more effort put into the presentation of the essential storyline. Certain events are ambiguous and debatable, most notably one of the key turning points towards the middle of the film, when a third time traveler is discovered. While the characters don’t know how he came into the game, and this seems to excuse the lack of explanation from the film, it is also a disservice to the audience who is willing to try to piece the events together in some semblance of logical progression.

Altogether, Primer is a fascinating, difficult film that is made all the more impressive by the fact that a first-time filmmaker created it on a budget that wouldn’t pay for the catering bill of a Hollywood film. Highly recommended, with the caveat that frustration and confusion are in store if you’re not willing to put in some effort.

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Posted by Dylan
On November 7, 2004
In Category: Film, General
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Breaking News: Nothing Happening!

Oh, it’s been so long, where to begin…

I watched the Wilco documentary, I Am Trying to Break Your Heart, last night. It was pretty cool, but didn’t really tell me a lot I didn’t already know from reading articles about the whole Yankee Hotel Foxtrot debacle. I guess I was hoping for more behind the scenes looks at the actual sessions, and more of an opportunity to see how big an effect Jim O’Rourke and Glen Kotche had on the sessions. There were plenty of alternate and early takes, but I didn’t get as much a feel for the evolution of the songs as I’d hoped. The live performances and studio shots were pretty great though, and it’s nice to have a clearer picture of the other members of the band, aside from Tweedy. And there was even a cameo by some locals (props to the Last Record Store!)

The whole Tweedy-Bennett meltdown scene, during the mixing of “Heavy Metal Drummer” was fascinating, and unnerving, especially when the cameraman followed Tweedy into the bathroom, and slung the camera over the stall as he was throwing up. Pretty intense moment….

I rented Coffee & Cigarettes also, but I haven’t watched that yet. It’s due tomorrow, so I better get on that tonight.

Anyhow. My downloading spree has pretty much become a way of life, although I have, of course, been supplementing it with actual CD purchases. I got the new Archeopteryx CD-R, and M83’s album on Friday. The Archeopteryx was exactly what I’d expect. The M83 is interesting…when it’s good, it’s very, very good, but some tracks are a little weak. Still a good buy. I’m planning on picking up Battles’ EP B, after seeing it at the Last Record Store and downloading EP C. Or vice versa…can’t remember. But they’re a cool band, with members of Don Caballero and Helmet, and they’re on a cool label, Dim Mak. Speaking of Don Cab, and post-Don Cab bands, I can’t find the self-titled Storm and Stress album anywhere. Usually, slsk serves me well, but the only copy of this album I can find is at 128kbps, and that’s just unacceptable.

I went to Rock and Roll Sunday School at Anthony’s for the first time last Sunday ( a week ago yesterday), and got thoroughly schooled by a couple of White Russians, some scotch, and a screwdriver. There are rumors some dancing occurred, but I don’t know about that. sure doesn’t sound like me. Nope. Especially not on a work night. At 2am. I’d love to DJ there sometime though, slip in some danceable glitch music or something…it’d be interesting to see how far I could take that.

Started working on a new clothing song, but I’m not sure how far that’ll go. I’ve got another few songs in various states of completion, as usual. I hope to finish this new one (tentative title: “Sweater”) pretty quickly, but the best laid plans….

Well well. More later.

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Posted by Dylan
On October 4, 2004
In Category: Film, General, Recorded Music
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Minus the Planning

Minus the Bear played at the Bottom of the Hill last night, and I jetted on down there with Joey at around 8:30-ish to check it out. We got there after 9 sometime, only to find out it was sold out. So there we are, standing in front of the club with our $8 in hand, looking at each other like “oh. well…what do you want to do now?” We ended up thumbing through the Guardian and heading over to Cafe du Nord for indie folk night. Except that I forgot which block of Market Street Cafe du Nord was on, and we walked 6 blocks in the wrong direction before we relaized it. So then we walked 8 blocks back (back down the 6 blocks we’d walked in the wrong direction, plus the 2 blocks in the right direction!) and got there at 11, just in time for a quick gin and tonic before the last act.

Dave Dondero was good, wholesome folky fun, with songs about burning his body and scattering the ashes on the highway, and losing $500 to a Vegas hooker. He was damn entertaining, and a damn fine guitar player as well, playing some down home country folk licks through an acoustic guitar fitted with a humbucker pickup. Lots of straightforward but slightly leftfield song arrangements and clever, often hilarious, sometimes poignant lyrics.

All in all, not too shabby an evening. We capped things off with a quick trip to Safeway, an impromptu Britney Spears singalong in the candy aisle, and a drive back home with the company of the Gene Burns program on Newstalk 810. Good times, except for wanting to fall asleep at work the next day (today).

I watched Gus Van Sant’s Elephant with Michelle, and was thoroughly creeped out. A really well made film about very uncomfortable subject matter. Some really interesting techniques that put you inside the situation in a very “fly-on-the-wall” sort of way; excellent and sparse use of music and sound effects as well.

In other news….I’m fighting a losing battle against comment spam. I’ve been deleting a handful of comments advertising the usual internet scams per day lately. Grr. I’ll have to do something about that.

More later.

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Posted by Dylan
On September 3, 2004
In Category: Debauchery, Film, General, Live Music, San Francisco
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A Severed Lifeline

Our DSL connection at the new place is going to be going off on Monday, and won’t be back up until about the 23rd. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself! maybe this’ll give me more of an excuse to work on music. Hopefully I’ll be roarin’ back onto the internet on the 23rd with a completed release for Em411. We’ll see. Our phone line will also be down for a few days, but that’s a little less of an inconvenience right now…at least for me.

I will still have DSL at work of course, so I’ll be checking my e-mail and such regularly, but I won’t be on any IM services or anything for a while. And no music downloading! Grrr!

Last week was a great week for comics. Lots of good, arts-y trades and graphic novels out, including Craig Thompson’s illustrated travel diary, Carnet de Voyage. I can’t believe this guy can draw that much and that well while travelling. It’s incredible. Chris Ware’s Acme Novelty Datebook also came out in hardcover, which I might get next week. It’s a beautiful looking sketchbook, with his trademark busy cover style going on.

Speaking of comics, I watched American Splendor, the adaptation of Harvey Pekar’s autobiographical comic series of the same name, with Joey last night. Damn funny, very odd little film, and the integration of the real Harvey Pekar and his real friends and family in the narration and “interview” scenes was really well done, and really unique.

More later, and this time, when I say later, I mean way later, most likely.

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Posted by Dylan
On August 7, 2004
In Category: Comics, Film, General
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No Escaping the Scene

I actually went to a show last night, for the first time in quite a while. There’s either been a dearth of good shows and venues in the area lately, or I’ve just been completely out of the loop. Probably a little bit of both. But I saw a lot of people I hadn’t seen in a while.

The show was at Michele’s, in Santa Rosa. I’m gonna have to pay more attention to what’s going on there, if there are good shows like this more often. Ashtray was up first, a boy/girl fronted punk rock band, really energetic with a lot of trade-off vocals and stage presence. Not really my sort of thing, but they’re pretty good at what they do. Next up was old favorites The Rum Diary, who I hadn’t seen in quite a while, and who were still rocking as always. Then came The New Trust, Josh Staples’ newer project. They’re a harder-edged sort of indie rock, very melodic, with lots of short songs and some really cool rhythmic interplay. I’m glad I finally got around to checking them out. But during their set, they took a two-song break and loaned their instruments to The Polar Bears, who tore shit up and left Josh’s bass bloodied and seriously detuned.

I need to find more local shows again. And get working on a band project of some sort. I’ve been neglecting the rock and roll for too long, it seems. I’ll have to do something about that.

Anyways, I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 earlier in the day, with Joey, but I think I’ll write more about that later on. I’ve gotta head out to Reed and Nicole’s slide show in a little while here, and I haven’t even showered yet. Bleh….

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Posted by Dylan
On June 27, 2004
In Category: Film, General, Live Music, Sonoma County
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The Terminal

Saw the Terminal yesterday with Reed, Nicole, and Joey. I really enjoyed it, and it was nice to see Kumar Pallana in something that wasn’t directed by Wes Anderson. The movie starts off like the Monty Python “Hungarian Phrasebook” sketch, becomes more like Kafka’s “the Trial” for a time, and then becomes straight-up heart-warming Spielberg for the remainder. Not a bad time, all in all.

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Posted by Dylan
On June 21, 2004
In Category: Film, General
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