Thursday, April 30, 2020

The Albums That Matter: Bella Donna

Joe runs through every album on his iPod, mostly in alphabetical order, and offers some brief thoughts. Check out previous columns HERE.


Bella Donna
Stevie Nicks
1981

My first thought for the construction of this TATM entry was to explore the album in the context of Stevie Nicks' career, where it fits into her story. We all know the story of Fleetwood Mac, how they hated each other and yet still managed to create a masterpiece or two. I wanted to discuss how that came to be, the realization of a solo album right in the middle of your band's discography.

But there's no way I can do that without, like, reading a Stevie Nicks' biography or something, ya know? I can't in good faith present myself as a Nicks authority. Reading her goddamn Wikipedia page wouldn't do any good. Listening to the lyrics in Bella Donna can maybe give us a clue, but it would require a lot of inference.

The best I can do is ask a lot of hypotheticals, and promise that one day, I will get the actual answers to these.

What's the difference between a solo song and a Fleetwood Mac song? You could easily slot any of these songs in, say, Tusk, and it would make sense. That's kind of the genius of Fleetwood Mac, that there were these great minds creating disparate music that still fit together on the same album. Here's Stevie Nicks' songs. Had Buckingham contributed his own bullshit, and had the drumming been a little better, Bella Donna could've easily been a Fleetwood Mac album. So what made her choose these particular songs for a solo album?

Did she hate the band still? I know that's reductive to say that the members of this band "hated" each other. That's the plot for Rumours, but the band has released six studio albums since Rumours. It would be tough to do that if you truly hated each other. Maybe they were doing it for the money. Maybe she used a solo endeavor as a break. Maybe if Rumours was made in like 2015, there would be less pressure to stay together as a band.

Is this Stevie Nicks proving that Lindsey Buckingham was the asshole? Think about it. Nicks is known as a famous musical artists in her own right. Buckingham is known as a guy from Fleetwood Mac. Name a Buckingham solo album. You can't, right? They exist, but they aren't popular now. In fact, he did a solo album this same year, 1981, called Law and Order. It topped out at #32 on the charts. Bella Donna hit number one. I can't speak about Law and Order's quality, but were I to say there was a "winner" here, it would be Bella Donna, and it would be Stevie Nicks.

Plus, consider that Buckingham was kicked out of Fleetwood Mac in 2018. Some losers never stop losing.

Has Nicks always sounded like an old soul? Here's what she said in '81 about the making of this album (emphasis mine): "You get to a certain age where you want to slow down, be quieter. The title song was basically a warning to myself and a question to others. I’m thirty-three years old, and my life has been very up and down in the last six years." That's pretty young to be thinking about settling down, and yet here I am, typing this quietly so as to not wake anyone up. If Bella Donna is about a tomcat attempting to become a house cat, then consider my interest piqued, even though this goes completely against how I view Stevie Nicks. She's a mysterious gypsy woman. What's "slow down"? What's "quieter"? She was two years older than I am now! Oh my god, am I old?

These questions interest me a lot more than the music on this album. I like Bella Donna, but this sounds exactly as you would expect it would.

(However) If this album sounds interesting (to you), then try this song: "How Still My Love"



Stray Observations
  • I first heard "Edge of Seventeen" in School of Rock, so that's what I think about when I hear this song, which sucks for Stevie Nicks. Pam and I were talking about this song in that context the other day. Does it say something about Stevie Nicks that a very uptight teacher only loosens up when she hears a Stevie Nicks song? That Nicks would be the exception for this broad who doesn't look like she would listen to anything but elevator music? Or should this be a testament to the power of Stevie Nicks, that only she and no one else is able to warm an ice queen? More questions that I don't have answers to.
  • Apparently one of the tracks created for this album but ultimately left off it, called "Sleeping Angel," ended up instead on a movie soundtrack. I can't fucking believe this movie is getting mentioned yet again on this blog, but... Fast Times at Ridgemont High. The movie is fucking inescapable.
  • More credence to the theory that this was Nicks clapping back at Buckingham—there's a lot of collaboration on this album. There are duets with Tom Petty and Don Henley (the latter Nicks' boyfriend at the time), plus session work from members of the E Street Band and the MGs. And yet this is still Stevie Nicks, true and true. That she could bring in all these guys and still show a singular vision is impressive.
  • Plenty of connections to past blog posts scattered around this tracklist. "Stop Draggin' My Heart Around," the Tom Petty duet, got mentioned in the Song of the Week column a couple months ago. Don Henley and the Eagles of course were discussed during the interview for The Big Lebowski. And I wonder if "The Highwayman" has any connection to the band, the Highwaymen, a country supergroup that received their own all-female Record Club-reviewed supergroup the Highwomen.
  • The album was produced by Petty and Jimmy Iovine, the latter a name that I think I should know, and definitely recognized, but it took a visit to his Wikipedia page to figure out who he is. Ah, okay, he's the guy that created Beats with Dr. Dre and made a billion bucks when he sold it. Right, right.
  • I do love Tom Petty, though, and have nothing bad to say about his contributions here. If we're talking about "Nicks' singular vision," then it's worth mentioning that the Petty song is the only one here without a Nicks songwriting credit. Instead, the song was written by Petty and his Heartbreaker guitarist Mike Campbell. You may recognize that name as the guy who replaced Lindsey Buckingham in Fleetwood Mac when Buckingham was kicked out in 2018.
  • ALBUM COVER: I mean, this just makes sense, right? A mythical sorceress holding a stark white dove? This just screams "Stevie Nicks."
  • ALBUM TITLE: "'Bella Donna’ is a term of endearment I use and the title is about making a lot of decisions in my life, making a change based on the turmoil in my soul." Sounds like Nicks was using "Bella Donna" as her "Serenity Now!"
  • CHARTS: As mentioned, the album topped out at #1. A few songs charted, the highest of which was "Stop Draggin' My Heart Around" at #3 ("Endless Love" by Diana Ross and Lionel Richie was #1, lame). "Leather and Lace" got up to #6, and "Edge of Seventeen" only peaked at #11. I would've thought that one would be higher. Perhaps it just has more staying power than the others.
  • AWARDS: CTRL+F "Stevie Nicks" on the 24th Annual Grammy Awards page turned up zilch. The album is 4x platinum though, so that's something.
  • I woke up early this morning to write this. I feel like I'm in college again, turning in half-assed assignments at the last possible second. This isn't what I envisioned when I promised I'd blog every day in 2020, to be holed up in my house 90% of the time and have to fit in weak musings about Stevie Nicks around 15-hour days with two exhausting children. So it goes.

NEXT TIME: Belong by the Pains of Being Pure at Heart

This Is My Blood: De Perrière Blanc de Blancs


It's been a good ten years knowing ya, babe.

NOTES

BEER CHAMPAGNE: De Perrière Blanc de Blancs

GENRE: a "blanc de blanc" is a champagne made from a very specific type of white grape from France

ABV: 12.0%

BREWED BY: De Perrière Winery

LOCATION: The Crémant de Bourgogne region of France... I guess? I dunno, this is always weird when I try to answer these questions for non-beers

PURCHASED AT: No fucking clue, it's been on a wine shelf for a minute now

PAIRED WITH: TEN FUCKING YEARS

GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5

BEER COUNT: 175.5

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Never Seen It, #3 of 200: Alien

I'm working my way through a self-created list of 200 movies I've never seen before. Check out the list HERE if you missed it.


Alien
1979

Every movie ended up on my Never Seen It list because I had certain expectations for it. So the question week after week could be, if I wanted it to be, "Did this movie meet my expectations?"

My expectation for Alien was that it was going to be a dense sci-fi adventure featuring a deadly creature from another planet. The creature was there, and he ("he"?) was indeed deadly and from another planet. But I think I was wrong in one key aspect. This wasn't a science fiction flick. This was a stone cold fucking horror movie.

Apparently, this had a lot to do with Ridley Scott's direction. When he got on board, he indicated that he was keen to make this movie "the Texas Chainsaw Massacre of science fiction." There is plenty of jargon, sure, but the plot isn't dependent on it. No, the plot boils down to a monster, and the prey he is hunting, one by one. It's classic horror tropes with a backdrop of robots and spaceships.

I would even go as far as to say that the horror tropes are successful—are fresh and exciting—because of the science fiction coating. As in any horror movie, there are jump scares. But the most famous jump scare in this movie is not just a monster suddenly entering the scene. It's a monster entering the scene by emerging from a character's stomach. There's a fictional scientific reason explanation for this incident, involving an alien attaching itself to the victim's face and implanting an egg, which eventually hatches. But that's not important. The gore is important. A character was fucking murdered because an alien popped out of his fucking stomach! Holy shit!

Now, all that being said, I should probably admit that horror is probably my least favorite movie genre, and so my praising of Alien's horror aspects comes with a very large grain of salt. It doesn't really matter if Alien is a good horror movie when the viewer doesn't like horror movies.

In general, I think I find the concept of horror movies to be a little too simplistic or senseless. I want film, especially when I'm wearing my critical eye, to have some form of deeper meaning, something that I can chew on and mull over in the ensuing days. I typically find that the horror genre usually becomes "can these people survive?" and there is no rhyme or reason to it. This is reflective of our base needs as humans—the need for survival, for safety—but that's not enough for me in the context of consuming movies. On Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, horror is stuck near the bottom of the pyramid, while I'm just looking for some self-actualization.

Obviously, there are many, many exceptions to this (my favorite: The Cabin in the Woods, in which a horror movie examines and deconstructs the very purpose of horror genres, doing my work for me). I don't think Alien is an exception. It achieves exactly what it means to, and does it so, so well. But it still boils down to "this looks really cool and I hope the hero lives."

This is only the third Never Seen It entry and I feel like I've already said this four times, but here ya go again: I'm over-thinking this. That's the point. I am writing thousands of words about a movie I just saw. I want to be able to write more than "weaver in just her underwear was hawt." I want to examine under the surface level. And when a movie lacks anything below the surface, then I'm going to write about that too. I'm writing about it now.

Or maybe I'm just too stupid to see any deeper meaning. If there was a higher purpose than "this creature is terrifying and here's how he kills," then I didn't get it. That would probably be the worst thing I could do, blabber on about how this wasn't a very complex film, i.e. pretending I'm smart, but really I'm dumb and pessimistic.

It would be a hell of a lot easier to just sit back with a bucket of popcorn and enjoy the scares, so fuck it, let's just do it. Alien was a thrill-ride. The tension during the incredibly slow build-up was palpable, and the scares were worth the wait. There was equal giddy pleasure in seeing the hero prevail as it was seeing the supporting characters get picked off one by one by an all-time bad guy. You became invested in this story without the movie having to hold your hand through it. The stakes felt real, even in the fact of late-'70s special effects and fantastical set pieces. I felt legitimate horror when a man's stomach exploded.

See? This is fun. There are some movies that should be watched like this. You don't need to watch Alien to achieve some greater understanding of life. You need to watch Alien for the adrenaline rush.

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Director and Writer

We mentioned Ridley Scott already. He was a director that I would've known by name, but would not have been able to say which movies he directed. As always, that says more about me than about him. We'll be seeing Scott again in a couple months, when we discuss Blade Runner.

I don't think I'm at the point where I'd be able to point to specific parts of a movie and say, "Wow, the director did a really good job with that," but I can definitely say with full confidence that the movie as a whole was really well shot. As a horror movie skeptic, I'll say that a deft touch is required to at least make it worth it, because the best (or least bad) horror is the horror of the unknown. You need to be able to sense that the monster is around the corner, without actually showing him. Doing that successfully requires a good director. So as far as I can tell, Scott did a good job here. (The alien is on screen for a total of about four minutes, by the way.)

The writing helps too—but again, I'm not at the point where I can say "this particular section of the movie was a success due to the writing, not the directing." Anyways, a dude named Dan O'Bannon wrote the script, or at least received screenwriting credit. Screenwriter Ronald Shusett collaborated (he was the one who came up with the idea of the alien in the stomach).

I did get a kick out of reading how excited these guys were to be writing this script. O'Bannon later admitted that he "stole from everybody" when writing this, but I didn't take this to be a malicious thing. I think he meant there were sci-fi tropes, and that he took them and made them new. Nothing wrong with that.

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Actors and Actresses

I think I prefer movies where I don't have much to say in this section. Knowing/loving/hating an actor is only a distraction. Give me a movie with all unknowns, and I'll love it.

This is a crazy thing to say with someone like Sigourney Weaver in the cast, but that's how it goes when you're reading bullshit from someone like me. Looking over her filmography, there's definitely a few movies I've seen before (hey, there's The Cabin in the Woods again... she was in that?), but nothing that I can definitively say that I remember her from that movie for certain. Except one... but we'll get to that in a different section.

I wonder if it's fair to say that she is best known for Alien. I can only say what her Wikipedia page says, and they agree: "She is primarily known for her role as Ellen Ripley in the Alien franchise." So there you have it.

It's interesting in retrospect that Weaver doesn't get top billing in Alien. That honor goes to Tom Skerritt, who plays Dallas. I have no idea what movie-biz mechanisms determine billing order, but apparently Skerritt was offered the role before Ridley Scott was made director, and only after a second offer did he accept. Maybe that second offer sweetened the deal with top billing. Or maybe it's because this was Weaver's breakout role, and she hadn't earned that top billing yet.

In any case, it seems like people are way more likely to know Weaver than Skerritt these days. Apparently Skerritt was in Top Gun, but man, that movie kind of sucked, and I don't recognize him from that probably because the characters were wearing faces masks for a large chunk of the film. He was also in M*A*S*H and Steel Magnolias, both of which we'll get to!

John Hurt plays Kane, the misspelling who has the alien pop out of him. A couple interest tidbits. First, he plays Ollivander in the Harry Potter movies (if I EVER miss any of the HP cast during this series, let me know!). Second, he apparently reprises his role of Kane in Spaceballs, which features the line "it's happening again!" before another alien pops out of him. Sounds like I made the right choice keeping Spaceballs off the Never Seen It list...

Ian Holm, the asshole-turned-android, sounds like an actor I should know, right? Ah, okay, he was the Hobbit. Not interested. (Apparently he is in Garden State as well.)

Finally, did you know someone actually played the role of "Alien"? The actor's name was Bolaji Badejo. He was six-feet-ten, and a member of the casting team met him at a bar, figuring his height would make him perfect for the role. Shit's crazy—this was his only film credit. He returned to his home of origin, Nigeria, after acting in Alien, and he never returned for any of the sequels because they used puppetry and animation in the sequels.

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Finding Dory

We've only seen Alien once, but Pam and I have seen Finding Dory about 42 times, so we were kind of shocked to discover that Finding Dory has a very explicit Alien homage. Remember the scene in which the Alien is being tracked by Lambert on the computer screen, and she screams as she realizes that it's heading right toward Dallas? That's parodied in Dory (in that movie, Kaitlin Olson and Ty Burrell are whales who do the screaming).

It's always so strange to find out that something you are intimately familiar with has been a parody all along. I don't know how many people on earth have seen Finding Dory 42 times before seeing Alien, but I am one of them. I can't decide whether this cheapens the Finding Dory scene (nothing in children's movies is original, apparently), or makes it even stronger (knowing that a children's movie is referencing a very gory adult movie).

I suppose I should've guessed that there would be an Alien reference, though, since the disembodied voice at Dory's aquarium is voiced by Sigourney Weaver (playing herself, as in "I'm Sigourney Weaver, and welcome to the Marine Life Institute," and so on).

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Connections to Other Movies from the Blog

I thought about making this an ongoing bit, where I try to find connections between the current movie and the previous movies covered for Never Seen It. But then I realized that by the time I got halfway through the project, I'd be trying to compare each film to one hundred other films, and that would be impossible, right?

But let's see how long we can keep the conceit going before it gets too unwieldy. How is Alien connected to Ace Ventura? I guess they both deal with secret identities in some sense—Ash being exposed as a robot in this one, and in Ace Ventura... well, we already talked about the poorly handled transphobia. And Alien vs. Airplane!? Both feature an aircraft crash-landing...? Okay, this is a lot harder than I thought.

I should also mention that I've already talked about another Ridley Scott movie, Gladiator, though that conversation didn't even touch on who directed it (whoops). I also spoke about The Last Boy Scout, which was directed by Ridley's brother Tony Scott. That was probably the worst movie I've watched for any reason connected to this blog, so the less said about Ridley Scott's brother, the better, I guess.

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Connections to Real Life

Pam and I immediately sat up when Weaver started mentioning "quarantine protocol," during the section when they bring Kane back with an alien attached to his face. When Robot Ash let Kane in anyway, against protocol, it hit pretty hard, since we've been "quarantined" for weeks now, and I'm definitely at the point where I'm judging people HARD for not following social distancing. We've been making sure not to get near people on the slight chance that they have an invisible virus. Imagine not giving a shit if you are near someone on the 100% chance that he has an alien attached to his face! Fuck Robot Ash!!!

I'll throw in my regular anti-capitalist statement here as well. Note how the characters keep referring to "the company" that they all work for, the faceless monolith that is calling the shots. Note too that it is eventually revealed that this company values profit over human life (bringing back an alien is more important than human safety). The circumstances might be exaggerated, but is this different than any other corporation in real life? Do you really think employees' safety is the top priority of every goddamn company that sent you an email claiming as much? Do you really think that CEOs would blink twice if the economy was reopened too soon at the cost of millions of lives?

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Sequels, Spin-offs, Etc.

There is a lot of bullshit I could write about here, but I'm a little reluctant to, honestly. I didn't love Alien, but I liked it enough that I think there's a possibility I'd watch some of the other films in the franchise. Let's go through them very quickly, though. Just know that I purposefully didn't do much research.

Aliens was the first sequel, in which Ellen Ripley goes back to that moon they found the alien originally, and fought a whole bunch of other aliens (directed by James Cameron). Alien 3 featured Ripley fighting another alien completely, and dying to prevent her employer from bring the alien back to earth (sounds like a continuation of that subtle anti-capitalism theme I saw in Alien). Fuck... I spoiled that for myself.

There's more. Ripley was cloned and brought back to life in Alien Resurrection, all so that she could... fight more aliens, I guess. There are two Alien Vs. Predator films, but I'm afraid to even touch those links, because Predator is on my Never Seen It list, and I don't want to spoil ANYTHING.

Finally, there are two prequels. The first was Prometheus, directed by Ridley Scott, and written—intriguingly, I might add—by Damon Lindelof, the showrunner for Lost, The Leftovers, and Watchmen, all of which I loved deeply. So out of all these movies, I'd probably watch Prometheus first. 73% on Rotten Tomatoes? Seems about right for a Lindelof project—plenty of people loving it, but a sizable portion absolutely fucking hating it.

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IMDB Trivia

Holy shit, there is a lot of so-called trivia for this movie. I can't read it all, I'm sorry. But I read enough to pick out the best and the worst. I'm also adding one other section, called ALMOST CASTED (WHO THE FUCK CARES), because every single IMDB Trivia section features a few "___ was originally considered for the character of ___" and I really don't give a fuck.

BEST TRIVIA: "The blue laser lights that were used in the alien ship's egg chamber were borrowed from the Who." This is the most badass thing the Who ever did, besides drinking themselves to death, and escaping child pornography charges.

WORST TRIVIA: "The scene where Ash is decapitated caused an usher in London to faint." Citation needed.

ALMOST CASTED (WHO THE FUCK CARES): "Harrison Ford turned down the role of Captain Dallas." Who the fuck cares?

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Book Club

After I wrote the introductory paragraphs above, I found myself talking about this movie as part of a discussion at book club. The book in question was Bowlaway, which has absolutely nothing to do with Alien. However, I was the only one that enjoyed the book, which put me in the weird position of having to defend it against everyone. And I found myself explaining that I liked the book for the same reason that I didn't love Alien.

The ultimate question becomes: Is it enough to just enjoy an entertainment because it tells a fun story, or does there have to be something extra, something below the surface, something that makes you think? I made the argument above that when it comes to film, maybe just telling a gripping story is not enough. Alien was fun, but it didn't say anything deeper than "this is scary and I hope Weaver wins."

Same with Bowlaway, but I made the opposite argument, that Bowlaway was just a simple story about a family through the generations, owning a bowling alley, and my god that was enough for me. But why is it okay for Bowlaway and not for Alien?

Honestly, I think it comes down to the medium for each. I give books a pass because I read a lot fewer of them, compared to watching movies, watching TV, listening to music. The critical eye is not turned toward books as much as it is for other media. I'm content to just sit back and enjoy a good novel. I'm less content to do that for a movie, especially if I'm going to turn around and write three thousands words about it.

Anyways, about half of the (five or so) people who are reading this probably also attended that book club meeting, so I figured it was worth mentioning.

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Unique Perspectives

This section won't show up in every Never Seen It blog post, but hopefully it will for the majority. I want to get someone else's take on each movie. Nothing too involved, just a little back and forth about something that I wouldn't normally write about.

I leaned on Pam again for her perspective, and our short conversation on FB messenger briefly covered two wildly different ideas.

Joe: I thought it was interesting how this became more of a horror movie than a sci-fi movie, and I wanted to ask this question before we get to any of the more traditional horror movies on my list. And I'm asking you because you've admitted to being afraid of horror movies in the past. What made this movie scary to you?

Pam: I actually wasn’t scared of this movie, as it turns out. But when I thought I’d be scared (before they actually showed the alien) I think the setup was scary, with the music and set design that they used. I felt the same way with the movie Signs. They did a really good job of making it spooky, but then once they showed the alien, it wasn’t scary to me anymore.

Joe: So what makes a movie typically scary, then? Is it the fear of the unknown?

Pam: Yes probably fear of the unknown. Also, like, how likely could what is happening in the movie happen to a normal person? (yes I know they are movies) but I’d more so be scared of a demonic possession movie or an alien invasion of earth movie than a movie about astronauts in space because that would never happen to me... does that make sense? Or even something like Jaws for that matter... since we go in the ocean haha. That would be scary to me. Jumpy scares too... but everyone gets scared by that stuff, right?

Joe: Well let's ask the opposite then. Why do you think someone who claims to not get scared of scary movies doesn't? Is it just an act, and they really do get scared? Or what? I'm asking as someone who doesn't usually get scared of scary movies, but I'm interested your opinion on that.

Pam: I believe them... I’m just a wuss. I have a very active imagination... maybe that’s why I scare more easily. Plus I guess(?) I believe in ghosts and stuff, so someone who doesn’t could easily just be like, this is completely fake and would never happen because ghosts aren’t real.

Joe: I don't think you're a wuss, and it's great to have an imagination. I guess I'm wondering whether someone who lacks the ability to be affected by a movie like this on a visceral level is missing out. There were parts of Alien that were gruesome, exciting, surprising, etc. But I was never scared. Would I have had a better experience with it if fear was part of this too?

Pam: Perhaps... I mean being scared can be fun. Who has more fun than at a haunted house? The people who give into the scares or the ones who are like, "you can’t scare me!"? I’d say the first group of people.

Joe: That's why it's almost embarrassing to say "That didn't scare me," because, like, you just sound like an asshole if you say that. I want to have fun. And I did with Alien, but I still held it at arm's length a little bit, I think. If I was legitimately worried about Sigourney Weaver's life, then maybe it would've been a better movie. I dunno. Anyways, anything else you wanna talk about?

Pam: Can we talk about Sigourney Weaver’s underwear?? Like... how can anyone find wearing underwear like that, running around a spaceship, kicking ass, comfortable?! Like I literally just ordered different underwear because my ass is too big for them and they fit in the same exact manner as Sigourney Weaver’s did. GARB. Maybe it’s just me. The sensation of any article of clothing falling down (strapless bra, underwear, socks) is just completely irritating to me.

Joe: I could talk about Sigourney Weaver in her underwear all damn day. Maybe cryosleep chambers make you gain a little weight.

Pam: Oh yea her ass was just so fat from the cryosleep chamber her underwear just wouldn’t stay up. Good theory. GARB. If anything that would probably make you lose weight... don’t people actually do that—like cold chambers for their “wellness benefits” aka nothing LOL. they debunked that on that show I watched How to Cheat Death or something...

Joe: Okay, alright, bad theory. It just caught me off guard that someone would have something bad to say about S.W.'s butt.

Pam: Not her butt...just the way the underwear fit. So her butt...crack, really LOL

Joe: I wonder if that was a conscious choice by the costume department. Let's say it was—what does that tell us about Ellen Ripley?

Pam: Maybe it was a 70s thing...?

Joe: Unfortunately, the history of underwear stops at the 1950s.

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Final Thoughts

It's interesting—I came away from my experience with Alien thinking that it was a smart and gripping but ultimately shallow thrill ride. It's possible that I still think that. But I have to admit that Alien has stayed on my mind since I've watched it a few days ago, and that has to say something about the movie.

Maybe it's just because I needed to write all this, and that's why I've been thinking about it. If that's the case, then fine. Great. I have an excuse to appreciate a movie more than I normally would. Sounds good to me.

GRADE: 3 pukes out of 5

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NEXT TIME: We watch American History X, which has something to do with Nazis I guess, which should be a fucking blast putting in the context of today's politics...

This Is My Blood: Heineken


It is said that when pairing beer and food, one should look to established cultural practices... even if that culture is the specific sub-culture of a fictional Baltimore Police Department.



(Specifically the clip at 2:14, when McNulty gives the two officers crab cake sandwiches and Dutch beers in exchange for their help in finding Wallace. But there are plenty of other pairing ideas if you watch the whole video! Hot dogs and a strawberry lambic! Chicken nuggets and malt liquor! Foie gras and a shot and beer! The Wire is fucking great!)

NOTES

BEER: Heineken

GENRE: European Pale Lager

ABV: 5.0%

BREWED BY: Heineken Nederland B.V.

LOCATION: Zoeterwoude, Netherlands

PURCHASED AT: ABV Beverages

PAIRED WITH: crab cakes

GRADE: 3 pukes out of 5

BEER COUNT: 173 (had two of them)

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Top Five Tuesday: Toy Story Thoughts


As permanent as its reign seemed to be, just like that, Frozen's tenure on the TV is over, seemingly overnight. Death to Frozen, long live Toy Story. (Woody would remember Buzz's arrival and find some empathy in Frozen's demise.)

Unlike Frozen, I legitimately love Toy Story, so it ain't that big of a deal, watching one of those movies every day (plus, there are four of them, so they aren't getting stale at the same pace). It's an animated film that isn't afraid to ask the big questions. What is our purpose in life? How will we know what to do when that purpose is fulfilled? It's been a trip rediscovering this movie series again.

Naturally, after watching each movie three times in the past month, my mind has started to wander. I have some questions about the Toy Story universe, and the rules that govern this world of toys that come alive.

Top Five Toy Story Philosophical Questions

5. What are the exact rules about what becomes "alive" and what doesn't? The question is explored the most in Toy Story 4, in which Bonnie slaps googly eyes on a spork, which consequentially gains consciousness and "wakes up." So what makes Forky come alive, exactly?

Is it literally the eyes? That would explain why Bonnie has a chair in her closet that's also alive, though you don't see Chairol Burnett questioning her existence like Forky does (and yes, the chair's name is Chairol Burnett, voiced by Carol Burnett, in a great meta-bit that also involves Melephant Brooks and Bitey White). But there are glass figurines in the antique shop in that same movie that have eyes but are clearly not alive. And think about the toys that don't have eyes—Etch-a-Sketch, for example—that are clearly alive in this sense.

Maybe it's the intention to be played with that brings them to life. Like, if Bonnie or Andy has the intention of playing with that toy, then that's what gives the toy life when its owner is not around. But that theory gets icky when you apply it to scenarios we didn't see in the film. If Bonnie is playing with her food, are her mashed potatoes suddenly going to gain consciousness? Should Andy refrain from making a sand castle at the beach for fear of giving the sand self-awareness and then snatching it away when the sand is washed away?

4. Why can't Bullseye speak? I.e. what are the limits of intelligence when it comes to toys? We know that Bullseye being mute isn't a technical issue—Gabby Gabby's voice box is broken, but she can still communicate perfectly with other toys—so it must be some other limitation.

I guess it seems pretty silly, to wonder why a horse can't speak. But if a dinosaur, a pig, and a fucking potato can speak perfect English, then why wouldn't a horse too? Is this to indicate Bullseye's subservience, even in the context of a toy box?

3. Do minimalists take issue with this movie? If so, I totally get it. The minimalist movement rests on the idea that we should not form emotional attachment to inanimate objects, and that it is ultimately rewarding to parse away unnecessary items from your home and your life, toys included.

But if you are taking Toy Story literally, then you'll think that toys have feelings too, and that emotional attachments to inanimate objects can be akin to true friendship, and that yeah it's totally normal to cry when a bunch of toys are about to be incinerated in a landfill.

2. What dictates when a toy can communicate with a human? The general rule is that toys need to collapse and become "inanimate" whenever a human is around. This is a bedrock rule in the Toy Story universe that is mined for both humor and pathos throughout the series. But it is also a rule that is broken in key moments throughout the series.

The very first Toy Story broke the rule in its climax, when the toys show Sid their true nature in an effort to freak him out and escape. A lesser example might be when Buzz needs to tell Bonnie that she had forgotten her backpack, and is able to yell this fact to her as he is being stuffed in a cabinet.

I wonder whether this is a stress-induced ability—toys are only able to break through during moments of sincere tension or necessity—or whether it might be more of a moral calculus—toys weighing the pros and cons and deciding that risking the exposure of this secret world is worth it, under specific circumstances.

I understand why the "toys' secret" rule is not broken more often on a film-making level, because it would weaken the plot for sure, but it still interests me why toys would pretend to be inanimate at all when every time they disclose their true natures, it is only to their benefit.

1. Is this all happening in Andy's head? I usually hate questions like this, these watered-down fan theories posted on Reddit in an attempt to sound "smart." Like, woah, what if this was actually fictional, man, and pass the doobie.

But I think this one might actually have legs. Think about the end of Toy Story 2. Andy comes back from cowboy camp to find Woody—his arm fixed—laying on the bed with Jessie and Bullseye, toys Andy has never seen before. He yells "Wow! New toys!" and his mom confirms that, yup, there they are, have 'em. But his mom shouldn't have known that the toys were there. Jessie and Bullseye made the trip with the rest of the toys from Al's Toy Barn, and collapsed on the bed just in time to surprise Andy on his return.

Unless we're going to assume that Andy's Mom is a sociopath, then we should think that maybe the truth of the matter is that Andy's Mom really did buy Jessie and Bullseye for Andy. And now Andy is the one pretending that it's more fantastical than that, that instead of his mom buying this shit from a store, their arrival involves an epic journey from stowaway at an airport in route to Japan, all the way  to Andy's loving arms.

So we could surmise that the stories we see depicted on screen are actually all happening in Andy's mind. The adventures of Woody and Buzz are all created by Andy, the films an extension of Andy's playtime set pieces.

Or... we can just say fuck it and ask the really important question, like why does a toy sound like Frasier, and how does he have the ability to FART?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?



Honorable Mentions: Do kids really play as intensely as Andy does, or is he just really into his toys?; Do these toys eat / sleep / breathe / feel pain / etc.?; Why does it take every human 45 full seconds to open a goddamn door?

This Is My Blood: Salvator


We're inching our way toward the official tallying of every single beer style. We spoke briefly about it a couple days ago, and I wanted to touch base one more time before I actually make the goddamn list of every beer style and start checking them off one by one. We already covered the WHY, but it's important to talk about the HOW too, before we begin.

How did certain beers come to be classified in the way they did? Sensory descriptors are the obvious answer—if it looks like a lager, and smells like a lager, and tastes like a lager, then it's a lager—but there are other factors. Geography and culture work together, creating the history of a beer, which is used to retroactively designate a beer as a certain style.

Think about porters. In the 1600s, Englanders were just making dark beers. But in 1725, someone decided to call it "porter," and that's literally the only reason why a dark beer is a porter. In the same area, "stout" could apply to any strong beer, but eventually, someone decided to make "stout" mean "strong porter" exclusively. It's just a name, but because historically these are the definitions applied, we keep using them.

It really is just all about the name, though. It's all about using that name to get the message across. Mosher uses the example of American Pale Ales. You know that a pale ale is going to be any beer that's an "amber-colored, top-fermented ale of 5 to 6.5 percent alcohol and crisp bitterness with the resin and citrus overtones of American hops," but it's just easier to say "American Pale Ale" on the label. It gets the message across. This is how language works.

And that doesn't even mean that styles are static. Some styles get more bitter over time, or darker, or more aromatic. All things considered, you might even start to think that it's not even worth classifying styles of beer. Why bother? Beer is beer, right?

But if you take that approach, then you're missing out on an integral part of the beer tasting experience. Take today's beer, for instance. It's a great example of history and taste intertwining to create a great fucking beer.

Before refrigerators were invented, beer still had to be brewed in cooler temperatures, so it ended up being an autumn-to-spring activity. Stronger beers were consumed in the spring, since they had all winter to ferment. Strong beers are fucking great—and the monks, unfortunately for them, agreed, despite the fact that springtime's Lent called for abstinence.

A bunch of monks got together, poured over religious texts, and concluded that God only required them to refrain from eating meat—the big man said nothing about beer. One of the strong spring beers at the time was a "bock," which is the German word for a male goat (the symbol of spring fertility). The thirsty monks made an even stronger version of the bock, a doppelbock, to keep themselves nourished through the grueling Lenten season.

This is how Paulaner's Salvator was created. And in fact, for centuries, "salvator" was a generic term for a doppelbock. Like I said, though, historical changes can occur for beers. In this particular case, the monks didn't like that the word they created was in the public domain, so in the 20th century, they started to enforce the copyright, and now Salvator refers to this one specific beer brand only.

And because we have a classification system, I now know that doppelbocks are fucking great. I drank a Salvator, and it was amazing. So if I see another beer with "doppelbock" on the label, then I'll know that I like that too. The system works.

We perpetuate the system starting next week.

NOTES

BEER: Salvator

GENRE: German Doppelbock

ABV: 7.9%

BREWED BY: Paulaner Brauerei GmbH & Co. KG

LOCATION: München, Germany

PURCHASED AT: IGA

PAIRED WITH: leftovers

GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5

BEER COUNT: 171

Monday, April 27, 2020

WPPR, Episode 2: 30 Day Song Challenge

30 Day Song Challenge (click to enlarge)

DOWNLOAD OR STREAM MP3 HERE.

This Is My Blood: Old Speckled Hen

 

I'm spending fifteen hours a day with screaming kids and I have very little time for blogging. My two-a-day New Year's Resolution is hanging on by a fucking thread. Something's gotta give. As an indirect consequence of the pandemic, there are gonna be This Is My Blood column entries that just don't go anywhere. This is the fifth one I've written in two hours, trying to catch up. I just can't do it all the time.

I thought Old Speckled Hen was swell, with its notes of toffee to balance the bitterness, its half-inch head that didn't quit, its silly name (named, apparently, after a car, not a bird). It was fucking great. I could fashion some bullshit to talk about here, but I just really don't have time. I'm sorry. Allow me to skip out on my responsibilities like this maybe twice a month, okay? Just look the other way.

NOTES

BEER: Old Speckled Hen

GENRE: English Pale Ale

ABV: 5.2%

BREWED BY: Greene King / Morland Brewery

LOCATION: Suffolk, England

PURCHASED AT: IGA

PAIRED WITH: veggie lasagna

GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5

BEER COUNT: 170

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Album of the Week: Tinted Windows

I don't know how to write an intro anymore without talking about the coronavirus. But it's definitely reaching the point where I'm getting tired of shoehorning the pandemic into every single goddamn thing that I write. It's been weeks. This is the new normal. I'm getting used to it. Sorry for all this.

Ignore that first paragraph, and continue on with this second paragraph: You can look at our archives HERE, and you can listen to the Record Club Playlist HERE, and you can check out our current week's pick below.

WEEK 65 — April 26-May 2, 2020

What we're listening to this week (Joe's pick):


ALBUM: Tinted Windows
ARTIST: Tinted Windows


RELEASED: April 21, 2009

WHAT GENRE IS THIS: Alternative rock / power pop

WHY JOE PICKED IT: This is not an egobituary.

TRACKLIST:
  1. Kind of a Girl
  2. Messing with My Head
  3. Dead Serious
  4. Can't Get a Read on You
  5. Back with You
  6. Without Love
  7. Cha Cha
  8. We Got Something
  9. Nothing to Me
  10. Doncha Wanna
  11. Take Me Back
LENGTH: 35:47

READING SOME SHIT: 2009 isn't too long ago, so there's still some shit on the internet from that time. Here's an interview with 3/4ths of the band.

Happy listening, fam! Have a great week!

This Is My Blood: Workhorse Baltic Porter


Stray Observations
  • This is my second Workhorse beer this year, but I barely talked about the beer itself last time (spent most of that blog post talking about racism, go figure), so consider this a second chance.
  • Workhorse Brewing Company is located in King of Prussia, close enough that you could still call it "local," but far enough away that I've seen advertisements for it on CrossingBroad (THE sports site for suburb jabronis). It says 25 minutes from my house on Google Maps.
  • Based on this most recent beer, their Baltic Porter, I would probably take the trip out there if the opportunity presented itself. This, despite the fact that I know it's going to be a run-of-the-mill brewery, with exposed ceiling, long wooden tables, couples trying to keep their marriage fresh by splitting a beer flight, food from a food truck parked outside, etc.
  • I typed the above bullet point before realizing that you can actually explore the taproom in 3D on their website. Hilariously, there truly are exposed ceilings, long wooden tables, and a couple sharing a beer flight (with a baby stroller! ugh, I should've mentioned that cliché too!). The only thing missing is the food truck.
  • Oh wow, and they have a taproom in Center City now? 2401 Walnut Street. I did not know this. I would probably go check it out today at lunch if I was at the office and also, ya know, the world wasn't shut down completely.
  • Speaking of which, Workhorse Brewing Company's website features a statement about how you can still support the brewery even in these troubled times, but how the safety of the customers and employees and community is still the most important thing, etc., etc., anyone else tired of this shit?
  • I'm finding it difficult to support breweries during this time, though, due to the nature of this project, how I need to drink different beers but still drink fewer beers. Looking at the online store for Workhouse, I'm running into the same issues. They sell all their varieties of beer, but only sell them as four-packs. Very rarely will I be drinking four of any type of beer this year, let alone some generic bullshit from a KOP brewery. If they sold single cans, I'd buy 'em up.
  • I mean, okay, they sell crowlers, which is what I did for the six beers I had from Triple Bottom this year. I guess I could do that. We'll see.
  • As much as I complain about Evil Genius' naming of beers, I'm finding the opposite approach to be just as annoying. Calling your Baltic Porter "Baltic Porter" is boring as fuck. You don't have to quote Ace Ventura or anything, but at least try something original? Here's my idea: call it "Swimming with Horses Porter," because this is apparently something you can do in the Baltic Sea. No? Is that lame too? Okay, I don't know what to tell you.
  • I'm really going at it with this website, reading every page. They don't allow dogs. GOOD!!!!
  • So how was the beer? It was pretty darn great. It's a porter. I've pretty much fallen in love with this style of beer, so there's no way Workhorse could've fucked it up. Is it better than other Baltic Porters? I don't know. I'm going to have to buy like five different porters at some point and just drink them all week, to see if I can tell the difference.
  • I drank this in silence because it was the only time all day that my house was silent.
NOTES

BEER: Workhorse Baltic Porter

GENRE: Baltic Porter

ABV: 8.0%

BREWED BY: Workhorse Brewing Company

LOCATION: King of Prussia,PA

PURCHASED AT: IGA

PAIRED WITH: egg and cheese on toast (okay pairing, I guess, if you are the type of person to drink coffee with your breakfast)

GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5

BEER COUNT: 169

Saturday, April 25, 2020

Song of the Week: "Music"

All your songs of the week belong to HERE.



"Music"
Peter Bjorn and John
from Endless Dream
2020

Let's start with another reminder that "Song of the Week" does not necessarily cover the best song of the week, but instead, it's a song that I simply wish to talk about. I'm starting this week's short blog post by repeating that reminder, because I don't necessarily think Peter Bjorn and John will ever make any song that could be considered the "best song" in any context ever again.

They had that all the way back in 2006 with "Young Folks," a song that was the best song of many weeks in my freshman year of college. You'd be forgiven if you thought that PB&J called it quits after that, because they don't get much airtime or blog space these days.

That's fine. Maybe they don't even deserve it. But they have kept at it, well after the blog hype died down. Since 2006's Writer's Block, they have released SIX albums. Kinda crazy that you can fly under the radar for so long, but here they are.

I remember hearing the single for a follow-up album in the late aughts (on YRock!! with my dad in his minivan!!!), and thinking it was trash, so I figured this band was destined to disappear. Not so. I've been following them since 2016's Breakin' Point, through 2018's Darker Days, and most recently with Endless Dream this year.

They all sound the same, I'm not gonna lie. Bright bouncy Swedish pop rock with a little bit of darkness curdling around the edges. It's not really causing a stir anywhere, including on this blog. But it's fucking reliable. I know I'm going to listen to a Peter Bjorn and John album and enjoy it. Occasionally, that's all I need.

Can you see Endless Dream's opening track going anywhere, or being important at all. It's fucking called "Music" for christ's sake! You literally cannot get more generic than that.

But it's got such a nice rhythm to it. PB&J have always had sneakily busy percussion, and that's no different here, the drums syncopating all over the place around the otherwise languid pace. "Music" is one of those songs that's all about how great music is, which I love. But let's be honest—it's no "Sir Duke." This is some pretty basic shit.

Sometimes I LOVE basic shit. Bands don't have to be the best. Sometimes it's enough to just make me happy for one single moment. "Music" does that, and then some.

(By the way, Fiona Apple's "Shameika" is the best song I heard this week, obviously, but there's already been enough written about Fetch the Bolt Cutters, no need to pile on in this column.)

This Is My Blood: Three Philosophers

I think it's just time to accept the fact that alcohol can no longer be used as an escape. I haven't been drunk in almost two months, and so me being me, I was really looking forward to using Book Club (on Zoom) this morning as an excuse to let loose, to drink some beers, to touch that freeing warmth of a good buzz.

I know that ain't good, that I would feel so claustrophobic, so fucking trapped, without getting drunk every once in a while. I am self-aware of this (so self-aware that I was able to compare myself to the alcoholic in the book we were discussing, and it made sense to everyone). Just because I'm self-aware, though, doesn't mean it doesn't fucking hurt too.

I felt good after four hours chilling with my friends online and emptying the cooler I had packed for myself during the sojourn in the bedroom. Real good. But after book club was over, I went to grab another drink. An unnecessary drink. A drink that may or may not have put me over the edge, but even if not, you can't take that chance when you're sharing the task of keeping a couple kids alive, ya know what I mean? I dumped the drink.

So I felt bad about, and for, myself. The good feelings were gone in a fucking instant, as soon as I was faced with the cold harsh reality that I could not get drunk today, not truly, not responsibly in any case. I spent the rest of the day wallowed in self-pity. I couldn't get drunk. Woe is me.

If there is a day in my future when I can drink to get drunk and not be made to feel like a fucking asshole about it, then that day is not gonna be anytime soon. It's so fucking pathetic to whine about it, but here we are. Every day I wake up and I want to get drunk. It fucking kills me that after two months, I finally go ahead and pull the trigger, and I felt worse.

This is the part of the blog post where I say "fuck it" and then end it. I'll say that because I know none of this is solving anything. I am presenting my worst self. I am ranting. None of this is compelling for anyone reading. And I'm sure you'll hear the same goddamn thing in a couple months, no lessons having been learned, another drunk fuck up complaining about what a drunk fuck up he is. Ho hum. Fuck it.

NOTES

BEER: Three Philosophers (lost in the self-pity was the fact that this was a pretty fucking fantastic beer, perfect for book club)

GENRE: Belgian Quadrupel

ABV: 9.7%

BREWED BY: Brewery Ommegang

LOCATION: Cooperstown, NY

PURCHASED AT: IGA

PAIRED WITH: Scrapple fries from The Hinge Cafe (it was an order-out-twice type of day)

GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5

BEER COUNT: 168 (we'll count this large beer as two servings, plus two servings of gin/seltzer, as mandated by the host, and then two Blue Moons and a Miller Lite)

Friday, April 24, 2020

Heavy Light, Sunny


I like this album. I don't have the musical vocabulary to really say why. U.S. Girls reminds me of Glaspy, but with sounds I find more interesting and lyrics I find more relatable. I appreciate the adventurousness and I jive with the "Stand by Me" vibe. The contours of this album as a piece fit better for me and my general background. Fun listening.

4/5

Since I have nothing interesting to say about the album, I wanted to talk about one of my favorite subjects: (Track 10) "Woodstock '99". I checked to see if anything about Woodstock '99 had been posted already on this music blog (really helps that "the Woodstock Street house" is a thing), but I found nothing. As such, I wish to share some trivia about Woodstock '99 which I personally enjoy.

Remember Fyre Festival? In 2017? I found it fascinating that such a scam could be played on gullible kids with cash in such large scale.

But then there was Woodstock '99. Woodstock '99 was a large planned musical festival attempting to recreate Woodstock in 1969, 30 years later. Keep in mind there was no Bonnaroo or Coachella yet; this was the first of its kind (nevermind the semi-failed Woodstock '94). Even back then, most people saw it as a shameless cash grab, but they had secured some good names and sold some 300,000+ tickets (Coachella nowadays gets ~250K).

'99 was a weird time for music: James Brown, Jamiroquai, Willie Nelson, Elvis Costello, Sheryl Crow, Offspring, Bush, G. Love, Live, DMX, Limp Bizkit, Korn, Rage Against the Machine, Megadeth, Jewel, Alanis Morissette, DMB, Metallica, and Red Hot Chili Peppers are just a subset of the acts.

Should be great right?
  • Staff of only 1200 security was hired for the 250K+ simultaneous attendees to save money.
  • It was set on a large asphalt lot in Rome, NY in the middle of July. The heat was immediately oppressive to all festival goers Friday afternoon. The planners were not planned for the number of people who came.
  • By Saturday, hygiene systems had broken down. Due to poor toilet management, E. coli entered water lines. If you happened to catch it you had three options: 1) Use the already fetid porta-potties, 2) Sprint across the site to a nurse station, or 3) Squat down and shit wherever. Many choose (3).
  • By Saturday night, only 175 security guards remained (attendance still strong). People hired on Friday were now senior staff. Saturday night had Limp Bizkit famously play "Break Stuff" at which point the rowdy audience began breaking stuff en masse. Eventually, the mania died down.
  • Sunday morning begins with the festival promoters holding an impromptu press conference to say the festival has been "very successful" thus far. Nothing suspicious about that.
  • Water bottles had completely sold out by Sunday, but an unexpected rain brought a small respite. That respite, however, revitalized the mob energy of the crowd. Sunday night had Red Hot Chili Peppers who covered Hendrix's "Fire" which, naturally, had the crowd setting larger and larger fires made of broken stage and miscellaneous debris. Security guards were told to turn their uniforms inside out and not intervene with the festivalgoers.
  • By late Sunday night, official staff had evacuated the festival. State police in riot gear were brought in and made a perimeter around the grounds. After the festivalgoers tired themselves out, police came in and cleared out the scene.

It's funny to think a cash grab turned out such an embarrassment. Not that surprising thanks to hindsight—it's the Fyre Festival of yore. But Woodstock '69 was a cash grab that failed too—on the day of opening they couldn't police tickets of people coming in (they ran out of money and had to decide between fences and stages). The entrepreneurs of that scam got lucky though and made profits with a documentary and marketing rights on the name "Woodstock."

To bring it egotistically and ruthlessly back to myself, I use this Experimental Indie Pop Rock album to wonder what's next. '69, '99, and Fyre were all reflections in music festival form of the political economy that birthed them. Is there more dead fat to slough off like Theranos and WeWork? And if so, what's the next evolutionary line? Where were you in '99?

Heavy Light, Pam


The reason U.S. Girls' Heavy Light was chosen for the Album of the Week was because "4 American Dollars" caught my ear on the radio. It sounded like a winning combination of indie music and Diana Ross and the Supremes. As I listened to the album as background music over this past week, that same combination still rang true on a superficial level. I was finally able to give Heavy Light a good listen (which was broken into two parts by a persistent toddler who insisted on listening to "Baby Shark" in between) today. So I really had no opinions about this album until today. But then I did listen, and the chaos around me made me feel connected to themes (that I pulled, at least) like womanhood, and the relationship with your mother, and growing up and being a young adult (well, maybe just a regular adult I guess) and parent in the world we live in today, compared to previous generations. And what’s more, the soulful sounds and Diana Ross-esque vocal stylings really made me think: how the hell did women do it back then?? They pretty much took care of the kids all day, put dinner on the table, kept the house spotless and, by the way, looked absolutely put-together, complete with perfectly coiffed hair, pantyhose (yuck), and heels. Is this just how women are portrayed in the world of Don and Betty Draper, or is this idea an accurate representation of women of that era? Quarantine has me feeling inadequate in comparison. But when the quarantine is over, I don't go back to work—I continue doing what everyone is stuck at home doing right now. What everyone else is ready to be done with. This is 100% what I choose to do, and many days it's truly joyful... but some days you just feel like you're treading water. And today was one of them. And today is the day I'm writing this review. I did like this album. Thank you Joe for not making me choose another album for at least a month.

Heavy Light, Nate


"Four American Dollars" is an exceptional trace job. It thickens the lines over easy-funk and Swedish dance-pop. It looks bold and fund. it's the kind of song that makes you think Heavy Light is going to be the soft sound of protest boogying in a post-Sanders twilight America. Paired with the gritty doo-wop slide and shuffle of "Overtime," which at least has the courage to recognize itself as post-golden era cosplay (who has a welding job anymore? who gets overtime?) and you'd be forgiven for thinking Fitz and the Tantrums had gone to grad school.

It's not that kind of record, and it's worse off for it. Save the album-closing dirge "Red Ford Radio" and the "Latin Music by someone who read 'Latin Music on Wikipedia'" knocker "And Yet It Moves / Y Se Mueve," Heavy Light is ABBA-indebted melodrama without the shine of the dance floor, without the self-awareness of its militant opening tracks. You don't always have to have something to say, but you have to at least say something.

Heavy Light, Joe



"Woodstock '99" is probably the skeleton key here. In it, U.S. Girls directly quote Donna Summer's "MacArthur Park," with its bizarre "cake in the rain" lyrics. If it wasn't for Pam making the connection for me, I would've just thought that U.S. Girls were being weird. But no, this is a metaphor lifted from a Hot 100 #1 song in 1978.

(Advice to teenage self: "I would say to maybe cool it with the self-mythologizing around drinking culture, to maybe instead find some other, less destructive activity to build a personality around.")

I'm not bringing this up to say that Heavy Light is unoriginal. That's a shitty criticism to throw around, because truly original music is rare. If U.S. Girls are able to take the disco sounds of old and fashion something even slightly new, then great. Count me in.

I guess I bring it up because I wonder if that knowledge of musical history is necessary to appreciating Heavy Light. I like most of what I know from Donna Summer (besides "Last Dance"), but would I have liked "Woodstock '99" without that connection? Would I have liked "The Quiver to the Bomb" if it didn't ape from the Who? Would I give a shit about any of this if I didn't eventually see it for the '70s dancefloor homage that it clearly is?

(The most hurtful thing: "He made it seem like I wasn't wanted there, even though it felt like home. I'm not perfect, but he made it clear that I should be exiled because of my imperfections. That didn't feel very good.")

Conversely, is there a lot I'm missing here? There's a song that quotes a Donna Summer smash hit. Maybe there are songs that quote Donna Summer deep cuts, and I'm too ignorant of '70s music to appreciate them. Maybe I'd like Heavy Light more if I was familiar with more than just the tip of the glacier.

Credit where it is due, though. If U.S. Girls are trying to achieve oneness with boomer music, then at least she is using it prop up real millennial concerns. "You gotta have boots / If you wanna lift those bootstraps." If she wants to wield disco as a weapon against the ruling class, then I'll be here all goddamn day.

(The color of your childhood bedroom: "Gray.")

I've convinced myself that you can swallow this album in whatever manner you so choose. A war cry for the proletariat, a tribute to pop disco queens, a nice little album to play loud while the baby cries louder. I didn't think I'd end at that conclusion.

(Sidenote: The triplicate of interludes add nothing to this album. In fact, they distract from what I feel is the central message of the album. I can love many of these songs, but I can never love this album as a whole, because the non-songs irritate me too much. They add nothing to Heavy Light, just like the interludes in this review added nothing "Heavy Light, Joe." FUCK.)

GRADE: 3 pukes out of 5

This Is My Beer: Bud Light


Let's take this seriously.

I poured my Bud Light in a tapered pilsner glass (seen above), which is a type of glass I neglected to mention when I was talking about the different beer glass styles. The narrow shape of the glass supports foam head, which is necessary for cold pilsners that may not have all that much of a head to begin with. In addition, the footed design "adds elegance"—a word you thought you'd never hear in connection with Bud Light.

It was poured from an aluminum bottle with a screw-on cap, designed to keep your beer cold if for some reason it takes you more than fifteen minutes to drink it. American mass-produced lagers should typically be enjoyed at 38-40ish degrees, i.e. the coldest temperature any beer should ever be (remember, the heavier/darker, the warmer it should be). I used a thermometer to clock this beer at 43.9 degrees, which can't be right—our fridge is so cold that seltzers routinely explode. Pam speculated that the thermometer I used wasn't meant for liquids, and thus gave an inaccurate reading. This shit was cold. Cold enough, anyway, so if it was indeed accurate, then fuck the extra 3.9 degrees.

Bud Light, unlike its mass-produced rivals, is made with rice (for profit-margin purposes, I'm sure). Knowing this, I've tasted the rice in the past. However, recently (and I can't remember where) I read that Bud Light has subtle hints of banana, and this has fucked with my brain. I can't untaste it. I drank the Bud Light today and truly tasted the banana. (Apparently Coors Light has an apple taste. TBD at a later date.)

But for the most part, this beer was crisp and overwhelmingly flavorless besides the general taste of "beer." That's fine. I'm cool with that. In fact, having only one beer per day might actually make me appreciate beers like Bud Light more. Having ten Bud Lights might be a shitty experience, but one single beer through the whole day? In that scenario, Bud Light tastes amazing. It hits the motherfucking spot.

I would also be okay with this being my only Bud Light in 2020.

NOTES

BEER: Bud Light

GENRE: American Light Lager

ABV: 4.2%

BREWED BY: Anheuser-Busch

LOCATION: St. Louis, Missouri

PURCHASED AT: Probably somewhere in South Philly—this beer has been in my fridge since Courtney paired it with crème brûlée at the tasting party

PAIRED WITH: Lidl Pizza (is there a more classic pairing than pizza and beer?)

GRADE: 3 pukes out of 5

BEER COUNT: 161

Thursday, April 23, 2020

Never Seen It, #2 of 200: Airplane!

I'm watching (and writing about) 200 films that I've never seen before, in alphabetical order. If you missed the list, you can find it HERE.


Airplane!
1980

One of the most uncomfortable parts of writing about Ace Ventura: Pet Detective was that I felt the need to condemn the movie as "not funny." I spent a lot of time equivocating—"Well, it doesn't matter, I know this isn't for me," and various other excuses—but writing about a movie that I found unfunny unfortunately required me to admit that I didn't find it funny.

And who the fuck am I to say that? Who is anyone to say that? I don't know. I know I have a right to an opinion as long as that opinion is based in fact, and the fact of the matter is that I didn't laugh all that much at the foibles of Ace. It bothers me that there's a chance that I'm just straight-up wrong, though, that the movie really is funny, and I'm the problem.

Luckily, our next movie is one that needs no equivocation,  and couldn't buy some if it needed to. Airplane! is purely about the jokes. The plot is an vacuous copy/paste job of a 1957 disaster flick called Zero Hour!, but you're not here for the plot. You're here for the jokes. There are a lot of jokes. Jokes every few seconds. Every kind of joke you can imagine—puns, slapstick, non-sequitur, parody, and on and on.

There is no room to say "but" in your opinion of this movie. For Ace Ventura, it was "This is an unfunny movie, but..." You can't do that with Airplane! You either find it funny or or you don't. You can't say "I didn't laugh, but..." because there's literally nothing else besides the jokes. What, you're gonna say that you didn't laugh, but you found Ted Striker's courage inspiring? If that's sincerely what you got out of Airplane!, then you are watching this movie wrong. That's not an opinion, that's a fact.

If you really want to know—yes, I personally found Airplane! to be a funny movie. We can argue about humor all you want, but there is just so many varieties of comedy in Airplane! that you just have to find something you like. If you make the ridiculous claim that Airplane! is not funny, then you may be clinically insane (or maybe a Republican).

Did the smoking plane ticket pun not work for you? Here's a grandma suicide joke right around the corner. Was that too morbid for you? Then here's some deadpan wordplay. Did the Kareem Abdul-Jabar basketball exchange go over your head? Fine, here's a close-up of some tits for literally no reason. Don't like the Saturday Night Fever parody? Don't worry, we're gonna stretch a girl scout fistfight rake joke throughout the entire thing.

But that's probably a straw man argument. There's no one who thinks Airplane! is unfunny. No one.

What I appreciated most, I think, is the sheer audacity of piling up so many jokes one after the other, with literally nothing else to fall back on. That they could fashion an entire movie this way, and still keep the hit/miss joke ratio well above average, is just a fucking feat to behold. There were stretches when I didn't laugh much, but I still appreciated the jokes for the attempt at making me laugh, and that a bit that would make me full-on belly laugh was right around the corner every time.

My knee-jerk reaction is to claim that there "isn't much" to Airplane! other than the jokes, and maybe that should be a slight against it. My mind moves in that direction without even thinking about it, probably because of my recent purposeful attempt at "taking movies seriously," especially in columns like this one and Your Favorite Movie. But it would behoove me to understand that sometimes a movie cannot be taken seriously. Sometimes a movie's very existence is antithetical to the notion of seriousness.

Airplane! is one of those movies. There are jokes. There is nothing else. Don't think about it too much.

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Athlete Actors

I promise that I won't go too far down the rabbit hole in the comparing different films that I've watched for this column, but let's make it one more for Airplane!/Ace Ventura—I found it very interesting that both films featured an actor who was primarily an athlete. Dan Marino played himself in Ace Ventura. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar kind of played himself in Airplane!

The best you can ask when it comes to athletes-cum-actors is, "Are they at least competent at acting?" Abdul-Jabbar gets there. He's not the strongest actor on this call sheet, but he holds his own. Especially during the great joke where the kid calls him out for being Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, and goads him into defending his reputation on the court (interesting to find out that old white guys like this kid's dad were bemoaning black athletes' supposed "lack of hustle" in the '80s too, which is an insane thing to say about a 19-time All Star, but that's probably for another blog post).

There has to be some relationship between being a star athlete and being able to act, right? Someone as historically good as Kareen Abdul-Jabbar is going to be making a lot of press appearances, which requires a sense of being comfortable making public appearances. And then that would translate pretty well to being behind the camera on a movie set too, I would think.

Plus, this is a parody, so it doesn't even really matter if Abdul-Jabbar was the best actor in the world or not. We already mentioned Zero Hour!, the movie that Airplane! is directly spoofing. Apparently, in that movie, there is also an athlete who plays the role of an airplane pilot—Elroy "Crazylegs" Hirsch. It's tough to report if Hirsch was also competent in his role, as the only Zero Hour! information that can be found online is about how it was remade into Airplane!

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar was good enough in the movie, at least, to be able to act in a whole bunch of other shit since. Most are bit parts playing up the persona—e.g. let's have him meet Gary Coleman on Diff'rent Strokes, won't their height differences be hilarious?!—but he couldn't keep landing roles if he was that bad. Remember when he was the doomsday guy in The Stand?

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Everyone Else Involved

I'm not sure if the fact that an athlete was the most recognizable actor in the film is more of an indictment of me as a novice movie-watcher, or if this was purposefully done because the distraction of A-list actors may have blunted the sharpness of the satire.

Probably the former, because Leslie Nielsen is pretty famous. Glancing over his filmography, this is only the second film I've ever seen featuring him (the first was The Poseidon Adventure, though it's been years and years since I've seen it). I've never seen the Naked Gun series, which is probably what he is best known for.

Which is super-interesting, from a neophyte's perspective, that apparently Airplane! was Nielsen's first comedic role. He achieves the comedy by playing it completely straight, which makes sense, as he was known primarily as a "serious" actor prior to this. Airplane! exposed the fact that he was a multi-talent with crack comedic timing, apparently, and he went on to star in mostly comedic roles thereafter. (I guess Naked Gun should have been on the Never Seen It list. WHOOPS.)

I thought I recognized Robert Hays (who plays Ted Striker) from something else, but I don't recognize anything. I guess he just has one of those faces.

I thought I recognized Julie Hagerty (who plays Elaine Dickinson) from something else, and I was at least right on this one. Most recently, she was the mom in Marriage Story, but she was also the mom in What About Bob?

Like I mentioned with Nielsen, Airplane! gets a lot of mileage out of serious actors playing it completely straight, which somehow translates into hilarity. So a lot of these actors are from serious dramas in the '50s/'60s/'70s. I'm not going to go through most of them, since I didn't recognize too many. Just two more.

You may recognize one of the air traffic controllers, Gunderson, played by Johnathan Banks, a.k.a. Breaking Bad's Mike Ehrmantraut. I did not recognize him during his few seconds on the screen, which means that me and Pam looked at each other when we got to the credits—"Wait, Johnathan Banks was in this?!"

Finally, the dude who is waiting in the taxi the whole movie, Howard Jarvis, was actually a politician from California making a cameo appearance. Jarvis is famous for getting "Proposition 13" passed in CA. It was a law that decreased property taxes in the state. So the joke in Airplane! is that this dude who is famously known for cutting costs is also the guy racking up hundreds of dollars in cab fees.

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Awards, Legacy, Tangentially Related Questions

There was no Airplane! presence at any award shows (probably because bullshit like the Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Awards didn't exist yet—I could see Leslie Nielsen getting slimed for sure), but it has been on a couples lists and whatnot.

Most importantly, Airplane! is part of the National Film Registry, which are films chosen by a National Film Preservation Board that are deemed worthy of being "preserved" (I guess locked in a vault in case of nuclear attack?). Though there are a ton of movies on this list, it still sounds pretty prestigious.

The American Film Institute made a list of the 100 funniest movies of all time, and Airplane! came in 10th, which is legit. (Four movies ranked above it—M*A*S*H, Blazing Saddles, Dr. Strangelove, and the #1 choice Some Like It Hot will all be covered in this column eventually). In addition, AFI made a 100 movie quotes of all time, and the "don't call me Shirley" exchange makes the list at #79 (narrowly beating #80 "Yo Adrian!").

That line is the reason Airplane! ended up on my Never Seen It list for sure, and it was the only thing I knew about this movie before going into it. As per usual, I knew it because it's been parodied so much (look at how excited Michael Scott is to drop the quote on Jan). But I got to wondering, post-watch, how this was the joke that became the most famous one.

What is it about this joke? I definitely laughed more at other jokes (if you wanna know, I probably laughed the most at the scene where all the passengers line up to "calm" the one passenger in increasingly violent ways). I think maybe it's the fact that the Shirley exchange is so dumb, and so obvious, but something that no one would have ever thought of without Airplane! making the joke first. The joke is that "surely" and "Shirley" sound alike. That's so inane, isn't it? And yet, it perfectly captures what makes Airplane! so special as a joke machine—anything can be funny.

One final list I want to share—some blog called "Bullshit" ranked every joke in Airplane! from worst to best. It's a very interesting list, and as subjective as you would think it is. #1 is the Abbot/Costello-esque "...you'll know in two hours?" exchange, which is a decent pick. The Shirley line is at #44, which is just about perfect. The "grown man naked" exchange is at #3... we'll touch on that in a second.

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IMDB Trivia

Like we did last time, let's very briefly explore the best and worst of Airplane!'s IMDB trivia page.

BEST: The bit where the couple is arguing over the overhead announcements was voiced by a real-life married couple, and they were the same two people who taped the actual announcements at the actual Los Angeles International Airport. I love when such a silly movie takes these tiny details so goddamn seriously.

WORST: "Robert Hays was in real life a licensed pilot, having completed his training in 1974. Although it was an entirely different kind of flying, altogether." Ugh, I hate when the trivia tries to be cutesy.

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Sequels, Spin-Offs, Etc.

Of course Airplane! has a sequel. Will there be any movies that I watch for this column that don't have a sequel? I will assume no until I am proven otherwise.

Airplane II: The Sequel loses more than the exclamation point—it also lost the main creators (writers, directors), the Zucker Brothers and Jim Abrahams (known as ZAZ)... I guess I should've mentioned these guys prior to this paragraph. They created Airplane!

But the fact that they weren't involved in Airplane II means that different people were writing the jokes, and as I've underlined already, the jokes are the whole thing. Interestingly, most of the main cast reprised their roles from Airplane!, so this probably proves that Zucker, Abrahams, and Zucker are the reasons that Airplane! is so damn hilarious. Airplane II is only 42% on Rotten Tomatoes (vs. 97% for Airplane!... also, I don't know how else to succinctly describe public perception than to cite Rotten Tomatoes).

Here's some trivia—the guy who wrote Airplane II had just completed writing Grease 2. Ken Finkleman somehow was tasked with following up with two separate blockbusters, and... didn't quite live up to the task. But I've never seen Airplane II so what the fuck do I know?

When I think about follow-ups to Airplane!, I don't think about Airplane II, I think about that whole strain of late '90s/early '00s spoof films that even as a young teenager I thought were beneath me. Ya know, the Scary Movie series, and all the related films like Date Movie, etc. When you think about it, they are the exact same format as Airplane!, in that they take already established films and repeat the plots, while just adding as many jokes as you can on top.

Are any of the Scary Movie movies actually funny, though? I have no idea. But believe it or not, there are some connections to Airplane! Scary Movie 3 and 4 were directed by David Zucker, and his old writing buddy Jim Abrahams wrote Scary Movie 4. Leslie Nielsen was in Scary Movie 3. D. Zucker produced Superhero Movie, which featured Robert Hayes. (As far as I can tell, there are no connections between Airplane! and Meet the Spartans. Remember Meet the Spartans?!)

I'm sincerely shocked that there are no current plans to remake Airplane!

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Does It Hold Up?

I guess there are two running gags that we should discuss, though I'll admit right now that I don't think either one make Airplane! deserve to be cancelled (at least, nothing close to Ace Ventura's transphobia).

First, there's a bit in which two black men converse in "jive," and the movie gives "proper English" subtitles while they are speaking. Second, a running gag is that the head pilot is sexually harassing a child (I guess that's what you would call it?).

When we ask "Does this hold up?" what we're really asking is "Who is this harming?" With Ace Ventura, it was simple—Hollywood's over-the-top negative portrayal of a transgender character could be correlated to transgender suicide rates. With Airplane!, are the iffy jokes hurting anyone? Probably not.

I don't want it to seem like I wouldn't take this seriously, but I honestly don't think there is anything to be concerned about here. With the jive, I don't think the joke is designed to degrade a minority population. I think the joke is more linguistic, the humor deriving from the fact that they are, in fact, speaking English, but the movie felt the need to subtitle it anyway. There wasn't any sense of anything like "this dialect is incorrect/ignorant" or whatever. It was just different. Plus, the actors in the bit, Al White and Norman Alexander Gibbs, were the ones improvising what was said during those scenes, so they were in on the joke, and I don't think they would want to be if they had any misgivings.

As far as the pilot/child interactions are concerned, I'm probably just a little too sensitive about that shit because of my job, despite the fact that the inappropriate questions are being asked in a fictional airplane, not in a home in North Philly. But I think they get away with it because the questions are so absurd. Again, the joke isn't that the child is hearing inappropriate sexual language (which would be a child protective services crime under PA law), but instead the fact that the language is so off-the-wall and nonsensical. "Have you ever been in a Turkish prison?" is weird, which is what makes it funny.

I do not consider myself any sort of moral arbiter, so if I'm wrong on any of this, let me know. And if it's the opposite, and these two examples were so innocuous that I shouldn't have even mentioned them, well then... sorry?

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Final Words

I hate that the first two movies I've watched for the Never Seen It project were classic (or, in the case of Ace Ventura, "classic") comedies, which has forced me to make a judgment as to whether each movie is "funny." That shit is subjective. It's tough, but I could see a scenario in which one does not find Airplane! funny. It would be unlikely, because there are just so many different types of jokes here, but it's possible. Maybe you've watched too many TikTok videos recently, I dunno.

But the only way to know for sure is to watch the damn movie. For Aiplane!, that's something I can definitely recommend.

GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5

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UP NEXT: We finally watch a non-comedy—Alien.