First one I’ve ever heard that didn’t begin “The state of our union is strong!” Nice to have a president who will own up to error sometimes.
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First one I’ve ever heard that didn’t begin “The state of our union is strong!” Nice to have a president who will own up to error sometimes. In film school, one of the first things you learn about putting together the sound for your celluloid project is that you can never have “no sound.” Even “silence” sounds like something; if you literally put nothing on the soundtrack, it will sound like the speakers have failed, and the audience will be taken out of the movie. This is where a little thing called “room tone” comes in: the sound, such as it is, of an empty room. On most interior film shoots, the sound person will simply ask for absolute quiet on the set, and record the results. I mention this because 7 DAYS gives great room tone. There’s no music in the film, and much of it takes place in nearly empty interiors. I found myself noticing the room tone above all else, which may be a testament to the sound guy, but it’s also a testament to how engrossing some other aspects of the movie aren’t. Part of the new Sundance Select series, which will be playing certain Sundance movies from this year on-demand, starting the day after they play Sundance, and continuing for 60 days after that, 7 DAYS (whose French title translates directly as “7 days of retaliation”) may seem on the surface to be part of the whole new wave of French ultraviolent horror, a la MARTYRS, FRONTIERS, INSIDE, etc. But it isn’t – first off, because it’s not French, but Quebecois. And second, even though it does depict realistic acts of brutal violence, the movie almost seems to be too embarrassed to be a horror movie, though it’s written by Patrick Senecal (apparently known as the Stephen King of Canada) from his own novel. Director Daniel Grou, who uses the pseudonym “Podz” for some reason I wasn’t able to discern with a quick Google search, is trying for something much more serious and artsy…but his reach exceeds his grasp. To read the rest of the review, CLICK HERE New ill LYTeracy column is up at GEEKWEEK. Here’s a sample:
I’m disabling comments here, because I want you to comment there. Go read the rest. Without much going on on a holiday Monday, I did another Fast Food Review. A sample: McDonalds is venturing dangerously into Taco Bell territory here, not because of the pseudo-Mexican thing, but because they seem to be adopting the same philosophy of “what new way can we combine the same ingredients that we use to make everything else?” Sure, they could do the standard lo-carb lettuce-wrapped burger, but that’s been done. And actually, cheeseburger-in-a-tortilla has been done too, by Rubio’s, briefly, which dubbed it the All-American Taco. It was good; now it’s gone. Now, the Mac Snack Wrap is to the All-American Taco as Del Taco’s fish taco is to the Rubio’s version. Not the original, not the best…but McPassable. My Fast Food Reviews will be going over to Geekweek for the foreseeable future. Here’s an excerpt from my first one over there: I have not been a huge fan of barbacoa in the past, but this is almost certainly because the only times I’ve actually eaten it were at casino buffets, where it tends to be a fatty, gummy thing that feels gross in the mouth and doesn’t taste like much. I have no trouble believing that it’s far from the real deal. Given the atrocity that is Subway’s rendition of pastrami, I have no problem believing that their barbacoa is similarly inauthentic, but fortunately it tastes considerably better. Go read the whole thing. And as always, I encourage everyone to leave comments on my stuff there. On the way into the screening for 44 INCH CHEST (I know the title should have a hyphen in it, but it doesn’t, and I’m a full believer in reproducing titles as shown), a colleague was heard to ask, “How come a movie called 44 INCH CHEST only has one woman in the cast?” Like him, you need to be disillusioned quickly: this is not a documentary about LA billboard model Angelyne, nor a Russ Meyer tribute. No, the chest in question features the sweaty, hairy man-boobs of Ray Winstone. Shaggy, bearded, and pacing like a caged animal, the SEXY BEAST star looks like a missing cast member from Spike Jonze’s WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE, and has the same kinds of mood-swings. His wife just left him, though, so it’s somewhat understandable. Former commercial director Malcolm Venville starts strongly: close-ups on some bits of broken glass. Torn cushions. A family pet in hiding. Hary Nilsson’s “Without You” on the soundtrack. Then we gradually round a corner, and see a man lying on the ground. It is, of course, Winstone, who occasionally blinks his eyes in tune with the music. Winstone’s Colin Diamond has trashed his house after his wife of many years, Liz (Joanne Whalley) walked out. Seeing as how this movie is from the writers of SEXY BEAST and GANGSTER NO. 1, we can presume that Colin will not spend the entirety of the movie taking this lying down. Indeed, he swiftly summons a quartet of English actors with whom one would not wish to play around – Ian McShane, John Hurt, Tom Wilkinson, and Stephen Dillane – and they swiftly snatch up Liz’s apparent new man, a French waiter (Melvil Poupaud), as Wilkinson’s Archie threateningly wields a pepper-mill and admonishes the diners to “concentrate on your snails.” The rest of the movie takes place in a run-down room that has holes in the wall while retaining a working electricity supply, as the five fellas figure out just what to do with their quarry, addressed only as “Loverboy.” Everyone agrees that it has to be Colin’s decision, but Colin is an emotional wreck, and not thinking clearly. I have a large article over at Geekweek about the past decade in cinema. Here’s the lede:
Go read the whole thing. It’s good. Leave comments there too, so they know I have readers. I know what you’re thinking: “What kind of stupid fucking asshole orders something called the Baconator and asks for it without bacon?” And I know what else you’re thinking: “You, of course. What a tool. Wendy’s has plain ol’ cheeseburgers, but morons such as yourself couldn’t possibly figure that out.” Let me explain. I got a coupon in the mail for a free Baconator. However, I don’t like bacon. I wasn’t sure they’d allow me to use the coupon and ask for no bacon, when the whole point was to advertise that their all-new style of bacon is thick and crispy and not anemic like so many others. But while they were confused by my order, they made it happen. And I actually set foot in a Wendy’s, which I rarely do these days. Because let’s face it, Wendy’s is really kind of terrible now. It hurts me to say this, because I remember the good old days of the Superbar where you could make tacos and spaghetti and salad, and Mello Yello was on tap. And I do enjoy the fresh, square burger patties. But aside from that, I feel like Dave Thomas needs to come back from the grave as a pissed-off zombie to wreak a li’l vengeance and shake things up. Big problem #1 is the way they handle the line. Unlike most fast food chains with multiple registers, Wendy’s handles you like airport check-in, in one big long line where they call you up to the front when they’re ready. This allows for the pace of things to be decided by the cashier rather than the customer, and is inefficient. Big problem #2 is how limited the menu has become. I remember with fondness such items as the chicken caesar pita, or the chili-chips-and-cheese (basically a small helping of chili-cheese nachos). Now it’s all burgers and chicken sandwiches and not much else, and 50% of everything has bacon on it. If you want a bacon cheeseburger, I guess it’s fine. If you want anything else, go somewhere else. I’ll get to those “boneless wing” travesty things one day when I finally summon up the fortitude to order them. The Baconator-minus-bacon comes with cheese, ketchup, mayo, and nothing else save the meat and bun. I asked for some hot sauce, which brings us to big problem #3: Wendy’s excuse for hot sauce is something called “chili seasoning,” which is a watery blend of karo syrup and vinegar with a tiny hint of tabasco flavor thrown in. The cashier even warned me that it wasn’t very good, and when someone at a food establishment actually talks smack on their own item, you gotta listen. Anyway: not having a decent hot-sauce option is a modern-day fast-food no-no. As to the burger itself — it comes on a particularly spongy kind of bun that seems determined to absorb every iota of grease. Some may like this, but I think it a bad idea. Meat and cheese on their own are fatty enough, and I’ll gladly take a bun that doesn’t quite so eagerly absorb all the ambient oil. Even sans bacon, this was a bit much for me, and I’ll eat a Jack-in-the-box Ultimate Cheeseburger with jalapeno poppers on the side. The meat and cheese were just fine, but I really don’t get why Wendy’s loves to slather burgers in mayo, except as future fodder for the Stuff White People Like blog. Much like Undercover Brother, I need hot sauce as an antidote to this…but I’ve already described the poor substitute on offer. If they offered a lo-carb version wrapped in lettuce instead of a bun, I could see myself coming back for more. As is, I’ll leave this particular item to the super-sized among you, and probably not venture into Wendy’s again for some time. And: Wendy’s keeps their soda machine behind the counter so you can’t keep refilling it, as you can in EVERY OTHER CHAIN EVERYWHERE. A needless bit of stinginess. As Dave Thomas himself once said in a TV commercial: “Enjoy what?” I know that even if you have bookmarked sites like Geekweek, the content moves so fast that it’s hard to keep track unless you have no life. So here are some links to recent stuff I’ve done: A review, with pictures, of Mattel’s new WWE toys. It’s pretty geeky. Sample: Elite Rey comes with a cloth T-shirt and removable outer mask. Like all the figures, they come with stands that fit the foot-peg so snugly you can even hold action poses (though not so much with the top-heavy Taker); none of the poses in these pictures required hand support. Cardboard name plates stick in the top, and these are probably the worst idea in the line, as kids will lose or tear them immediately, and collectors will find preserving them a chore. Stickers would have worked better. And a new regular column, ill LYTeracy. This one is mostly video, and so far, it has less views than even the family videos I post here. So go read and watch, and tell me what you’d like to see in future such pieces. It’s kind of uncharted ground, and I have no editors telling me what to do all the time, so it’s wide open. And if you’re not up on my latest E! Online reviews, they can always be found at this link, (scroll down if you don’t see mine right away), unless you don’t live in the U.S., in which case I suggest typing “eonline.com” into your browser, then clicking on “movies” once you get to the international redirect site. |
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