Just focus on the music, not the beating in my chest, I need a little help to beat my personal best.
Friday, July 31, 2020
Watermelon Man!, Sunny
I have no fantasies of my present environment getting better per se, but I do sometimes fantasize about it getting worse in a dramatic and fantastical fashion rather than the gradual, insidious, boring slide downwards of real life. Maybe get kidnapped under mistaken identity, smuggled to Cuba, caught in the middle of an altercation and escape, wander about lost in a foreign nation, discover purpose, either adapt to or escape the place, find redemption(?). As a movie it would be "okay"—enjoyable but largely forgettable with plot discrepancies. Years later someone may think "what was that 6/10 movie with the cool Latin jazz soundtrack that worked as foreground or background?" "I forget the movie's name, but the soundtrack was Watermelon Man! Pretty on the nose..." before realizing they were talking to themselves.
Watermelon Man!, Sam
Great background music to work to. Great background music at a dinner party. The YouTube playlist automatically transitioned to a Miles Davis album and I didn't notice. That speaks to my ignorance of instrumental music but as a critique to the genre as well. You can't listen to "Watermelon Man" without bopping your head a bit. But it's not really doing anything more than that for me.
Watermelon Man!, Joe
This is Joe K***, roving reporter for the newest addition of the K*** Family Newsletter, Vol. XXXI, Issue 34. Reporting from the field today. The biggest news to report is a drunken parlor-game-filled evening almost derailed by some poor music choices. Not to be outdone by Bob's decision to play an autotuned meme of a dumb pro-COVID preacher, I attempted to one-up him by playing a cha-cha album. Our game of Name Five grinded to a halt.
About ten seconds through the title track, Brianna made an ill-fated attempt at politeness, claiming that she "liked it so far." Bob, our lovable Shine Down fan of a brother-in-law, surprised everyone by saying that it was "weird" but that he "didn't hate it." He further compared it to a mariachi band. When pressed, Jenny said that she "didn't have a thought," which is meant, I'm sure, to be a takedown of this non-Cat-Heaven-sounding album, as opposed to being taken literally. Cousin AJ asked "where's the words?" which is rich coming from the cousin who is currently sitting in the corner fingerpicking away at a guitar as I write this, not a vocal in sight. Cousin Emily gave a succinct review: "It's alright." Pam said it was "like background music at a resort," possibly more a dig at the quality of our current Wildwood vacation than anything else. Willow was asleep.
As for your humble reporter, I probably agree with all of this. Watermelon Man! is background music. It's weird. It needs more words. It's alright. I could sleep to this.
Yes, this is the most important news to report, live on the scene. Family vacations are weird now that there are small children involved. Until next time, thanks for reading the K*** Family Newsletter.
GRADE: 2.5 pukes out of 5
This Is My Blood: Daylight Savings
We left Wildwood one day early. It was just too much with the kids. But despite the perhaps unethical nature of this vacation, and despite the fact that Willow was insane, we still had a great time with the family. That's what it's all about, right?
In anticipation of a fun week, I had asked everyone (parents, sisters, brother-in-law, Aunt Dee Dee) what their favorite beer was, and then tried to pick out a beer that I've already had this year that fit both their requests and their personalities. In lieu of discussing the 0.5 beers that I personally drank today, I will instead discuss which beers each of my family members received, and why.
- My dad said his favorite type of beer was a "classic lager." I got him a Luppolo, which is indeed a lager, but is a little lighter, with a bit more fruity hops. I know him, and I know the "classic lager" thing was a front. He was drinking white wine all week! The dude likes subtle fruity flavors in his drinks. Also—my parents were supposed to go to Italy this fall, but it was cancelled for obvious reasons, so I thought an Italian pilsner might ease the pain just a little bit.
- My mom said her favorite type of beer was a "wheat," possibly because I asked her when she was drinking a LightSky. But there are better beers out there than LightSkys. I bought her a classic hefeweizen, Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier, mainly because you can't get much better in the hefe arena than this specific beer, but also because I thought it would be funny to give the largest beer to the person who drinks the least.
- My sister Brianna said that her favorite type of beer was a hazy, juicy IPA. Since she told me this, I have discovered that I do not like hazy, juicy IPAs, so I gave her a West Coast IPA instead. "The Kragle" sounded like it would be an appropriately named beer for someone who was reading The Lord of the Rings on the beach all week.
- My sister Jenny said that her favorite type of beer was a white ale (my family definitely likes Blue Moon products). I got her an Icelandic White Ale, since her favorite type of beer is right there in the name, and also because the viking on the label reminded me of her strength.
- My brother-in-law Bob (who was also reading The Lord of the Rings this week, appropriately) said that his favorite type of beer was a wheat beer. But I ignored that and got him a PURE, because Bob is pure.
- My Aunt Dee Dee said that her favorite type of beer was "Coors Light." I gave her a Tucher Helles Lager because I could see convincing someone that it was a "fancy Coors Light." Aunt Dee Dee said that she was too tired to drink it, and promptly fell asleep on the chair in the corner.
NOTES
BEER: Daylight Savings
STYLE: American IPA
ABV: 4.9%
BREWED BY: Flying Fish Brewing Company
LOCATION: Somerdale, New Jersey
PURCHASED AT: Tioga Beer Distributors
PAIRED WITH: Primo's hoagies (gotta go food shopping tomorrow...)
GRADE: 3 pukes out of 5
BEER COUNT: 307
Thursday, July 30, 2020
Who Would Characters from The Office Vote For?
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Everyone wants to believe that every character on their favorite television show is kind and good-hearted, but the fact of the matter is that a lot of ostensibly good-hearted people are actually out there supporting a fucking fascist. We all love The Office, but let's seriously consider which of these characters would vote for trump. Let's say that an episode of The Office takes place on November 3, 2020. What would the voting situation look like?
Jan Levinson — trump
Her talking head would go something like: "I understand that there are concerns with his personal style, but you can't deny that a trump presidency is beneficial to companies like Dunder Mifflin. If we expect to survive in this competitive marketplace, we need the tax breaks that only a trump administration could provide."
Kelly Kapoor — Joe Biden
"Ew, trump? That man is disgusting. Where does he get his clothes, the Big & Tall children's section?"
Stanley Hudson — Joe Biden
When asked about who he is voting for, his eyes would look up from the crossword puzzle and ask in a deadpan manner: "Are you serious?" Then his eyes would move back to the puzzle.
Phyllis Lapin — trump
The whole joke is that she is this meek, grandmotherly-type person, but then says some pretty outrageous shit sometimes, right? So it would go something like: "Bob and I had many long discussions about who we should vote for, and we were leaning toward Joe Biden, because he just seems like such a nice man. But then the Mexican cashier shortchanged me at the supermarket, and trump seems to hate Mexicans as much as I do."
Toby Flenderson — Joe Biden
He would say something about wanting to do what's right for the environment, but the implication would be that he voted for Joe Biden because Pam said something bad about trump like three years ago.
Oscar Nunez — Joe Biden
"I'm gay, I'm Latino, I believe our leaders should be at least competent in international affairs... I mean, take your pick." Quick cut, and then: "No, it's not just because Senator Lipton was Republican. Even though he was a cheating, manipulative person who..." [getting flustered] "No, I can't vote for trump, it has nothing to do with the senator. The state senator."
Meredith Palmer — Joe Biden
"As a woman, of course I care that both of these candidates have sexual misconduct charges against them. I care! I care which jabroni is honking my boobs! Joe Biden can honk my boobs any day!"
Ryan Howard — trump
"I'm a member of some real cutting edge message boards online, and the information I'm getting from them is incredible. Did you know Biden is part of a secret sex ring underneath a pizza shop in Washington D.C.? It would be morally irresponsible to vote for him! I gotta tell my followers on WUPHF..."
Erin Hannon — trump
Someone asks her while she's sitting at the reception desk, and she smiles and says confidently: "I voted for Joe Biden." Quick cut to a confessional, where she says: "I accidentally voted for trump. How was I supposed to know how the buttons work?"
Kevin Malone — didn't vote
Kevin forgot that today was election day.
Angela Martin — trump
Something about her being attracted to rich white bootlickers.
Creed Bratton — Kanye West
"Have you seen his stance on vaccines? That's some radical stuff, man!"
Andy Bernard — trump
I guess it depends on which season this is, since Andy Bernard was a hero in some seasons and a straight-up villain in others. But overall, I'd imagine that he wanted to vote for Joe Biden but his daddy forced him to vote for trump so the Bernards wouldn't have to sell their third summer home.
Pam Beesly — Joe Biden
Jim Halpert — Joe Biden
I guess there are a few different ways the show could've handled this decision, either in a jokey "aren't Jim and Pam actually the worst?" sort of way (they obnoxiously assume that no one could possibly vote for trump and are shocked when they find out some of their workmates actually do support the fascist), or a serious way (something like they talk seriously about how the issues are going to affect Cici, before they are immediately undercut by something dumb another character says).
Dwight Schrute — trump
If you are at all surprised by this very obvious voting decision, then you were hoodwinked by the softening of Dwight's character in the later years of The Office. Remember, this is a man who was able to literally quote Mussolini and it played true to character. The dude idolizes fascists. Dwight is the type of guy who has a ton of Nazi memorabilia in his closet and says that it's "for research." (Plus, one time he expressed his hope for another human plague!) He is the perfect mix of someone who has jerk off fantasies about strong, able leaders, and someone who is out of touch with reality enough to actually believe that trump is that strong, able leader. Dwight is a fucking bootlicker, and if you think that he wouldn't vote for trump, then you are out of your fucking mind.
Michael Scott — ???
You know that Michael Scott is an amazingly deep and fully-shaded television character just based on the fact that I sincerely do not know which way he would fall on this issue.
Consider on the one hand that Michael Scott has a documented history of idolizing "the donald." They say that trump is a hobo's idea of what a rich man should be, but I say that trump is actually Michael Scott's idea of what a rich man should be. Michael is the type of person who could watch The Apprentice and actually believe that trump is a fantastic businessman and a suave individual in general. He would absolutely trust that trump really does get the hottest women and the coolest friends and the most money from smart business deals.
Consider on the other hand that Michael Scott has a palpable goodness in him. While he is very often a buffoon, he also has moments of clarity—a true idiot savant. And I know for a fact that Michael would be able to make the connection between trump's outwardly racist behavior and the fact that Michael considers people like Oscar and Stanley his true and chosen family. How he would deal with that struggle, the fact that someone he admired was acting so violently toward people he held close and dear.
Now consider the fact that the comedic tension would be bursting at the seams when Michael Scott has to make such a decision, because the funniest aspect to the Michael Scott character is that he would take each of the above considerations (one, that trump gets the adoration of big-breasted women, and two, that trump is a deranged racist), and he would consider them even. To every other person in America, trump's malicious behavior in the White House is either going to matter, or it won't. But to Michael Scott, it both matters and doesn't. This is the genius of his character.
Picture the scene. Michael is sitting at his desk, looking forlorn at the choice that he has to make. Jim and Dwight, Michael's proverbial angel and devil, respectively, sitting on each shoulder, advising him.
Jim, looking perplexed: "Michael, you can't be serious. Think about the future of the globe. Don't you want a president who is going to take climate change concerns seriously?"
Michael, covering his mouth and not looking convinced: "Well, yeah..."
Dwight, wide-eyed: "Michael. Michael. Listen to me, Michael. Picture this: Hooters waitresses will be required by law to have the biggest, most voluptuous, melon-sized breasts [Jim cutting in: "Dwight, c'mon"] if trump becomes president. Think about it! Don't you want big-breasted women to serve your food at Hooters?"
Michael, swallowing, and nodding: "I do. I do." And then he yells all of a sudden—"argghh!!!!"—in total frustration.
Cut to a scene when Michael exits his office, to utter silence from all the other workers, who are just staring at him. Jim told everyone that Michael is probably going to be voting for trump because Dwight convinced him to.
Breaking the silence, Pam starts: "Michael, can't you just—"
Michael, cutting her off: "No Pam, no. I've made my decision."
Pam looks quietly furious.
And the camera crew follows Michael out of the office, on the drive to the polls, into the voting booth (they wait outside the booth), and then finally home, all in a quick montage, while Michael does the voiceover, saying something like:
"Ya know, it's not fair that the rest of the office thinks that they know me. This country was founded on the constitutional right to privacy, and whatever decision I make is mine to know, and mine alone." And so on.
He's saying this as the quick montage is playing, and you're assuming that Michael is saying all this because he voted for trump, and he is more trying to justify it to himself than anyone else.
But the voiceover is playing as the camera crew captures Michael at home, sitting in the dark, watching TV (the cameras are shooting this through the window). Michael is watching the video of trump making fun of the physical challenged journalist. The look on Michael's face is inscrutable. It's possible that Michael is watching because he regrets a decision he made. It's possible he's watching to convince himself he made the right decision. The audience doesn't know, and never will.
This Is My Blood: XPA Citra Pale Ale / 107' / Shore Break / Five-Oh
We went out to eat tonight—me, Pam, two sisters, one brother-in-law, neither our kids nor our parents in attendance—but I'm not even sure if a "restaurant review" would be appropriate at this time.
If you're curious, we went to Salty Mermaid Bar and Grille in North Wildwood. It was a great time, mainly because we were OUT at a BAR without the KIDS. That's the thing. It's hard to judge an eatery under these strange circumstances. What, does a restaurant get an extra star because the waitstaff cared enough about our health to wear facemasks? What's more important, the quality of my entree or the distance between tables on the outside patio? Should it matter that the three different beers that I had during dinner had that subtle, distinct aftertaste of a tap system that hasn't been cleaned in a while, if I was able to take my mask off while I was drinking them?
It might be time to acknowledge publicly the fact that being down the shore with these family members whom I don't normally reside with was probably intensely irresponsible. There may even be a few of you following along with these numerous blog updates that allude to my shore vacation who have been clenching fists and rolling eyes at my ignorance. Understandable. Family gatherings are proving to be breeding grounds for COVID; if any one of my family members was positive for COVID at the beginning of the week, we definitely all have it now.
I don't feel good about it, in retrospect. Upon returning to Philadelphia, Pam and the kids and I will be quarantining for at least two weeks, but that doesn't change the fact that for one entire week we all lived together, sharing a multiplied risk. We stayed away from crowds and wore masks when appropriate, but the most responsible thing to do would've been to stay home instead of traveling, and we didn't do that.
I'm not sure what else to say besides that I'm praying it's a "no harm, no foul" situation, and otherwise, I'll see you sometime in September.
Shit, wasn't this supposed to be a restaurant review or something? I lost the thread completely. Salty Mermaid: good food, a little expensive, a good selection of Jersey Shore craft beers, responsibly masked, a really great opportunity to feel like an adult again, decent peanut butter and jelly wings.
NOTES (Beer #1)
BEER: XPA Citra Pale Ale (I actually had the first beer back at the house before we left; I'll have more to say about all these Flying Fish beers in a few days)
STYLE: American Pale Ale
ABV: 5.2%
BREWED BY: Flying Fish Brewing Company
LOCATION: Somerdale, New Jersey
PURCHASED AT: Tioga Beer Distributors
PAIRED WITH: crab dip
GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5
NOTES (Beer #2)
BEER: 107'
STYLE: American IPA
ABV: 6.0%
BREWED BY: Hidden Sands Brewing Company
LOCATION: Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey
PURCHASED AT: Salty Mermaid
PAIRED WITH: peanut butter and jelly wings
GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5
NOTES (Beer #3)
BEER: Shore Break
STYLE: Farmhouse Ale (Saison)
ABV: 6.3%
BREWED BY: Slack Tide Brewing Co.
LOCATION: Clermont, New Jersey
PURCHASED AT: Salty Mermaid
PAIRED WITH: fish and chips
GRADE: 2.5 pukes out of 5
NOTES (Beer #4)
BEER: Five-Oh
STYLE: American Blonde Ale
ABV: 5.8%
BREWED BY: COHO Brewing Co.
LOCATION: Cape May Court House, New Jersey
PURCHASED AT: Salty Mermaid
PAIRED WITH: splitting the check
GRADE: 2 pukes out of 5
BEER COUNT: 306.5 (I had seven drinks total today, including these four beers, two vodka/seltzers made with New Amsterdam vodka, and one blue rum drink at an outside bar that I will not name because it had a McNesby-sponsored "Support the Blue" sign out front, and I do not support the blue, so why give the bar free marketing? Even if that marketing is as little as naming them in the postscript of a backdated blog post about alcohol? "Five-Oh" indeed.)
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Whatever It Takes: Joe Reviews Degrassi Episode 3
Degrassi: The Next Generation
"Family Politics"
Season 1, Episode 3
Originally aired November 4, 2001
I totally got punked by making such a big deal last week about how Degrassi touches on all these taboo topics each week. Unless you are a Toby/Ashley incest shipper (oh my god please no), this is a very normal episode of Degrassi. It deals in both the A-story and the B-story with interpersonal conflicts we might find ourselves in as we bump up against family and friends and strangers on the first day of school, and the different ways that one can go about resolving issues just enough that you can make it to the end of that day.
There are no ripped-from-the-headlines teen issues this week, is my point. It's normal. And that's okay! We remember Degrassi for its outlandish abortions and school shootings, but it's important to remember that this show also functions as a middle-school soap opera, and the stakes aren't always that high.
In terms of "Family Politics"'s role in Season 1, this episode functions as a sort of re-pilot for Degrassi, filling in the various holes that "Mother and Child Reunion" left while it was focusing on the catfishing. Most importantly, it serves as an introduction to some of the main characters that got little or no time in the actual pilot.
Ashley, who made a cameo appearance last week, takes on the role of main character in this week's episode. Knowing how Ashley functions in Season 1 of this show, I can tell you that my personal opinion is that Ashley is the fucking WORST. I don't know if it's fair to categorize her as "the worst" based on this episode alone, but if not, it's awfully close. I mean, her opening lines are about her assumptions that she will be school president, and then she clunkily pivots to claiming that she will find her best friend a boyfriend this year, the implication being that she thinks it will be difficult for Terri to find a boyfriend, which is fucking insulting (but Terri is also the worst? I dunno, there's plenty of time in the next couple seasons to talk about Terri, who is basically a stock sidekick character like Manny at this point).
But so here is Ashley, who will be a major player this year as the quote unquote "popular girl," but of the "wholesome" variety. Alike but opposite to her, we are also introduced to Paige Michalchuk, the classic popular girls of the... unwholesome variety? I dunno. I'm avoiding using such words as "slutty," even though that's clearly what the show wants you to think right now, before they pull the rug out from under you later on. "She's not just a ditzy bimbo," Degrassi will argue, "all these characters are human with many shades." True soon enough, but for now, we're left with an impression that Paige glammed up over the summer, and now she's just a chick who shows her belly button and eats Twix bars on the sly even though she's fronting about a diet. #Paige4ever.
I'm gonna keep going through a couple more characters whom we are introduced to here, but I think it's important to stop and state that these characters are only outlines at this point, and that's not a slight against Degrassi. No drama ever introduces fully-formed characters at the very beginning. Shading in characters, revealing layers to these onions, that shit takes time. I can't wait to get to the Ashley that I can stand, the empathetic Paige, the Terri that... gets her head bashed in? But all those characters are coming later. These are the introductions. Maybe that says a lot about my own personal tendency to make snap-judgments when I meet people, especially people like Paige. If I was an eighth grader at Degrassi Community School, I would've hated Paige's fucking guts based on her dumb clear box purse alone. But there's more to her than that!!!
I wanted to preface with all that before introducing Gavin Mason, a.k.a. Spinner, a.k.a. maybe Degrassi's best character, because his introduction is not a pretty one. He is the star of this episode's B-plot, and comes off as the thinnest sketch of the most cliché bull character. His purpose in "Family Politics" is to bully (a temporarily sidelined) Emma and Manny so much that Manny has to fake cry to shake him. That's it. That's the plot. It's not much, and it's a terrible introduction to Spinner, but if you are watching this for the first time, please believe me when I tell you that it gets better.
Perhaps the most important introduction that this episode makes, at least in terms of our current pop culture society here in 2020, is that of Jimmy Brooks, who is played by Aubrey Graham, now known to us as Drake. To outsiders, this might be the one thing you know about Degrassi, the fact that perhaps the most famous rapper working today was once on a shitty Canadian teen soap opera. That may seem weird to you, the person who hasn't ever watched Degrassi before. But believe me when I tell you that, as a long-time Degrassi proponent, this is still fucking insane to ponder to even me. Still. I remember like it was yesterday, reading a Pitchfork article about how Drake was trying to make it as a rapper via a mentorship with Lil Wayne, and laughing and laughing and laughing (seriously, read that fucking article!), thinking that nothing would ever come of this. And then here we are, eleven years later, and the kid who played Jimmy fucking Brooks is one of the most famous people on the planet. This is insane, right? It's fucking insanity.
We will have MUCH more to say about Jimmy Brooks over the next 200 episodes or so, but suffice it to say that, based on what we now know about Drake's stature in pop culture, it's funny to think that his true introduction is basically a silent bully sidekick to Spinner, flanking the main bully and smirking at his verbal knockdown of a pair of 12-year-old girls. Nothing about this scene screams "I will be more successful than the Beatles one day," but there you go.
Thankfully, the character is immediately giving a modicum of depth when he puts his arm around Ashley, implying that he is the boyfriend of the most popular girl in school, thus further implying that he might just be the most popular boy in school. Again, as this is a de facto pilot episode, there's not too much there, but at least for Jimmy and for all these other characters, the groundwork is laid down for further development in the near future.
The crux of the episode quickly comes into focus when it's revealed that Toby, who almost stole the show last week, is actually Ashley's stepsibling. The next twenty minutes focus on that dynamic, the stepsibling rivalry. Toby decides that Ashley is annoying—I mean, she is, but that's not the point—and figures out that the best way to stick it to her is to have his best friend J.T. Yorke, the class clown, run against her. This infuriates Ashley—"but he's grade 7, kids from grade 7 don't win the presidency"—and it only gets worse when J.T. actually starts to win in the polls.
As simple as this plotline is, it's actually quite elegant how well the two sides are balanced here. Toby is right in his insinuation that Ashley is a vapid, pretentious dick who absolutely needs to be taken down a peg, but the way he goes about dealing with it (putting up a front by using his friend as a shield to parental criticism) is totally cowardly. Ashley is right when she breaks down and admits how vulnerable she is, and how afraid she is that her reputation as a star student is predicated on bullshit, but then again, it takes her a while to admit that point, and even then she only does so halfheartedly.
If I'm on Toby's side, it's only because I find Ashley especially aggravating in these early episodes, and maybe also because Jake Goldsbie can act circles around Melissa McIntyre (possibly the worst actor on the show). But even here, at the beginning, you can start to see Ashley come down to earth and start acting like a goddamn human being, and I will be the first to raise my hand and say when Ashley's had enough, when (not if) that time comes.
For now, though, we are happy that Toby and Ashley come to a tenuous understanding, and we hope that they are able to continue to survive under the same roof. At least until the next Degrassi-level crisis, anyway.
Can Degrassi operate on this level consistently? No. If every episode was like this, then Degrassi would not be nearly as memorable. This show is fun when the stakes are high, and "Family Politics" barely had any stakes at all. School president? Does anyone truly care? Ashley does, but that's about it. I totally understand the need for an episode like this at the beginning of a new series, but hopefully next week's episode can bring us back to the fireworks factory.
GRADE: 2 pukes out of 5.
Stray Observations
"Family Politics"
Season 1, Episode 3
Originally aired November 4, 2001
I totally got punked by making such a big deal last week about how Degrassi touches on all these taboo topics each week. Unless you are a Toby/Ashley incest shipper (oh my god please no), this is a very normal episode of Degrassi. It deals in both the A-story and the B-story with interpersonal conflicts we might find ourselves in as we bump up against family and friends and strangers on the first day of school, and the different ways that one can go about resolving issues just enough that you can make it to the end of that day.
There are no ripped-from-the-headlines teen issues this week, is my point. It's normal. And that's okay! We remember Degrassi for its outlandish abortions and school shootings, but it's important to remember that this show also functions as a middle-school soap opera, and the stakes aren't always that high.
In terms of "Family Politics"'s role in Season 1, this episode functions as a sort of re-pilot for Degrassi, filling in the various holes that "Mother and Child Reunion" left while it was focusing on the catfishing. Most importantly, it serves as an introduction to some of the main characters that got little or no time in the actual pilot.
Ashley, who made a cameo appearance last week, takes on the role of main character in this week's episode. Knowing how Ashley functions in Season 1 of this show, I can tell you that my personal opinion is that Ashley is the fucking WORST. I don't know if it's fair to categorize her as "the worst" based on this episode alone, but if not, it's awfully close. I mean, her opening lines are about her assumptions that she will be school president, and then she clunkily pivots to claiming that she will find her best friend a boyfriend this year, the implication being that she thinks it will be difficult for Terri to find a boyfriend, which is fucking insulting (but Terri is also the worst? I dunno, there's plenty of time in the next couple seasons to talk about Terri, who is basically a stock sidekick character like Manny at this point).
But so here is Ashley, who will be a major player this year as the quote unquote "popular girl," but of the "wholesome" variety. Alike but opposite to her, we are also introduced to Paige Michalchuk, the classic popular girls of the... unwholesome variety? I dunno. I'm avoiding using such words as "slutty," even though that's clearly what the show wants you to think right now, before they pull the rug out from under you later on. "She's not just a ditzy bimbo," Degrassi will argue, "all these characters are human with many shades." True soon enough, but for now, we're left with an impression that Paige glammed up over the summer, and now she's just a chick who shows her belly button and eats Twix bars on the sly even though she's fronting about a diet. #Paige4ever.
I'm gonna keep going through a couple more characters whom we are introduced to here, but I think it's important to stop and state that these characters are only outlines at this point, and that's not a slight against Degrassi. No drama ever introduces fully-formed characters at the very beginning. Shading in characters, revealing layers to these onions, that shit takes time. I can't wait to get to the Ashley that I can stand, the empathetic Paige, the Terri that... gets her head bashed in? But all those characters are coming later. These are the introductions. Maybe that says a lot about my own personal tendency to make snap-judgments when I meet people, especially people like Paige. If I was an eighth grader at Degrassi Community School, I would've hated Paige's fucking guts based on her dumb clear box purse alone. But there's more to her than that!!!
I wanted to preface with all that before introducing Gavin Mason, a.k.a. Spinner, a.k.a. maybe Degrassi's best character, because his introduction is not a pretty one. He is the star of this episode's B-plot, and comes off as the thinnest sketch of the most cliché bull character. His purpose in "Family Politics" is to bully (a temporarily sidelined) Emma and Manny so much that Manny has to fake cry to shake him. That's it. That's the plot. It's not much, and it's a terrible introduction to Spinner, but if you are watching this for the first time, please believe me when I tell you that it gets better.
Perhaps the most important introduction that this episode makes, at least in terms of our current pop culture society here in 2020, is that of Jimmy Brooks, who is played by Aubrey Graham, now known to us as Drake. To outsiders, this might be the one thing you know about Degrassi, the fact that perhaps the most famous rapper working today was once on a shitty Canadian teen soap opera. That may seem weird to you, the person who hasn't ever watched Degrassi before. But believe me when I tell you that, as a long-time Degrassi proponent, this is still fucking insane to ponder to even me. Still. I remember like it was yesterday, reading a Pitchfork article about how Drake was trying to make it as a rapper via a mentorship with Lil Wayne, and laughing and laughing and laughing (seriously, read that fucking article!), thinking that nothing would ever come of this. And then here we are, eleven years later, and the kid who played Jimmy fucking Brooks is one of the most famous people on the planet. This is insane, right? It's fucking insanity.
We will have MUCH more to say about Jimmy Brooks over the next 200 episodes or so, but suffice it to say that, based on what we now know about Drake's stature in pop culture, it's funny to think that his true introduction is basically a silent bully sidekick to Spinner, flanking the main bully and smirking at his verbal knockdown of a pair of 12-year-old girls. Nothing about this scene screams "I will be more successful than the Beatles one day," but there you go.
Thankfully, the character is immediately giving a modicum of depth when he puts his arm around Ashley, implying that he is the boyfriend of the most popular girl in school, thus further implying that he might just be the most popular boy in school. Again, as this is a de facto pilot episode, there's not too much there, but at least for Jimmy and for all these other characters, the groundwork is laid down for further development in the near future.
The crux of the episode quickly comes into focus when it's revealed that Toby, who almost stole the show last week, is actually Ashley's stepsibling. The next twenty minutes focus on that dynamic, the stepsibling rivalry. Toby decides that Ashley is annoying—I mean, she is, but that's not the point—and figures out that the best way to stick it to her is to have his best friend J.T. Yorke, the class clown, run against her. This infuriates Ashley—"but he's grade 7, kids from grade 7 don't win the presidency"—and it only gets worse when J.T. actually starts to win in the polls.
As simple as this plotline is, it's actually quite elegant how well the two sides are balanced here. Toby is right in his insinuation that Ashley is a vapid, pretentious dick who absolutely needs to be taken down a peg, but the way he goes about dealing with it (putting up a front by using his friend as a shield to parental criticism) is totally cowardly. Ashley is right when she breaks down and admits how vulnerable she is, and how afraid she is that her reputation as a star student is predicated on bullshit, but then again, it takes her a while to admit that point, and even then she only does so halfheartedly.
If I'm on Toby's side, it's only because I find Ashley especially aggravating in these early episodes, and maybe also because Jake Goldsbie can act circles around Melissa McIntyre (possibly the worst actor on the show). But even here, at the beginning, you can start to see Ashley come down to earth and start acting like a goddamn human being, and I will be the first to raise my hand and say when Ashley's had enough, when (not if) that time comes.
For now, though, we are happy that Toby and Ashley come to a tenuous understanding, and we hope that they are able to continue to survive under the same roof. At least until the next Degrassi-level crisis, anyway.
Can Degrassi operate on this level consistently? No. If every episode was like this, then Degrassi would not be nearly as memorable. This show is fun when the stakes are high, and "Family Politics" barely had any stakes at all. School president? Does anyone truly care? Ashley does, but that's about it. I totally understand the need for an episode like this at the beginning of a new series, but hopefully next week's episode can bring us back to the fireworks factory.
GRADE: 2 pukes out of 5.
Stray Observations
- Here's something else I was wrong about last week: not every episode is named after an '80s song. There is no popular song called "Family Politics." How about let's say that when we get to an episode that is named after a song, we'll talk about the song, and otherwise, I'll shut up about music for once.
- Oh boy, there was one glaring admission from the "character introductions" that I may or may not have left out on purpose. Enter the true villain of the Degrassi Universe: Liberty Van Zandt. She doesn't serve much purpose in this episode other than to lay down a very basic character trait (overeagerness), but that'll change quickly. I want to give Liberty the benefit of the doubt through this run-through of the series. I know she's not meant to be half as annoying as I make her out to be. I think the main issue is that this is supposed to be a fun, heightened drama, and Liberty exists as the one consummately rational character in a sea of dumb exaggerated buffoons. That role is a thankless one, and it's not fun. I want to have fun. Liberty doesn't want me to have fun. We'll see a lot more of her.
- Though Snake was introduced in a "original Degrassi character" context last episode, we get our introduction to "Mr. Simpson the teacher" in "Family Politics." In his one scene, he managers to embarrass himself twice, once by showing up late to the very first day of class, and once by calling his homeroom "the coolest homeroom in school," something that an actual cool person would NEVER say. Is the implication supposed to be that Snake is a new teacher, and that's why he seems so unprepared? Or is Stefan Brogren just taking his acting cues from The Wire character Mr. Pryzbylewski, despite the fact that Degrassi Community School is lightyears away from Edward J. Tilghman Middle School?
- Ms. Kwan also makes her first appearance in this episode. She never plays a major role in any of the plots, as far as I can remember. I think she's usually just the go-to teacher when the plot calls for an academic classroom setting (seeing as how Snake is mostly dealing with computers, and there's a gym teacher at some point too).
- One more blink-and-you'll-miss-it introduction in "Family Politics" occurs when Paige mentions that she is thinking of starting Degrassi's "spirit squad," which is basically a cheerleading team. The Spirit Squad will be a constant well of stories over the next decade-plus, usually as a yardstick for which students are considered the most popular, and which students are on the outs.
- Here's some questions: How is it possible that Toby was able to use the copier machine, the one that allegedly costs ten cents per copy, without paying first? And are Canadian middle school politics so advanced that they would really have pre-election polling? These are legitimate questions, but sometimes, with Degrassi, it's best to just ignore these types of questions whenever they pop up. It's not worth it.
- Sincere question: Is Degrassi Community School really only two grades? Is that typically how Canadian schools function? I mean, I know they drop the pretense the very next year, when everyone moves up to the next grade, but still.
- Yan Moore does the writing for this episode again. This ties in with the fact that this episode acts as another pilot. The creator is going to set the tone.
- A man named Anthony Browne does the directing for this episode (he also directs Season 1's "The Mating Game," which is coming up shortly). He hasn't directed anything else notable. I will say that it was interesting that this episode also features a handheld-camcorder-as-episode's-actual-camera conceit like "Mother and Child Reunion" did. It doesn't make much sense in this episode (what student is taping this shit? and why? etc.); it only serves as a cheap device to introduce more sides to each new character. Basically, it's Degrassi's way of jerryrigging their version of the "confessional" stylistic device. I don't think this device shows up in any future episodes, so I'm thinking that maybe this was a Yan Moore choice, not a director choice.
- One thing that had to have been a director's choice: choosing the creepiest fucking freeze frame to end the episode. I know I said that Jake Goldsbie could act, but somebody had to have noticed that he looks like he just farted when they freeze on him. It's bad.
- Speaking of acting, it's just fucking bad acting by Dan Woods (Mr. Raditch) when J.T. quits the race. Nah, you're not going to have any sort of reaction when a dickwad 7th year student wastes everyone's time with a terrible chipmunk standup routine through faking a presidential candidacy? None at all? Okay...
- I mean, I could go on about acting in this show, but maybe I shouldn't.
- Knowing what eventually happens with Terri when she finally does get a boyfriend, I wonder if the writers knew at this point as well? I'm talking about when Ashley (obnoxiously) says "We're gonna make sure you have a boyfriend this year, Terri." Ashley could not have possibly known what that would entail, but did the writing room? I can't imagine they were plotting that far ahead, but ya never know.
- Oh shit, this has nothing to do with this episode, but I just saw the other day that Cassie Steele, a.k.a. Manny, is going to be starring as the voice of the main character in an upcoming Disney flick? I wonder if this is going to propel her to the #2 most famous former Degrassi actor? That bar is low, but still, man, she deserves it.
This Is My Blood: Rebirth of the Cool / Oberon Ale / Double Daisy Cutter / Veltins Pilsener / Simcoe Situation / Crosspath
The idea was to curate a six-pack based on a typical day in Wildwood, NJ. Take six moments that would probably happen on the same day, and choose six beer styles that would pair well with those specific moments. It didn't work out perfectly, but we did our best.
A Day in the Wildwood Life
1. Breakfast
Is porkroll a thing nationwide? It's a thing where I come from, and it's become a yearly tradition (there's a word I will try not to use too much) down the shore. I brought four packs of porkroll from home, and fried 'em up to put on sandwich rolls with ketchup and cheese. Though it's a great hangover food, I was surprisingly not too hungover.
The sandwiches were paired with two other essential breakfast items. The first was a dozen donuts from the new-ish local donut shop on the boardwalk, Fractured Prune. The best part about Fractured Prune is that you get to stand in the sun for 20 minutes while teenagers handcraft each and every donut to perfection, while you are dying just having to stand there, watching all the people who actually give a shit about their own bodies run or bike by. The second-best part about Fractured Prune is that their donuts are actually fucking great.
The other essential item is, of course, beer. What's a breakfast without coffee? The answer is "every breakfast I've ever had in my life," but that didn't stop me from wanting to pair my breakfast with a coffee stout this morning. I've had plenty of beers that had a roasty, coffee-like flavor, but Rebirth of the Cool was the first one I've had in a long time that legitimately tasted like straight-up coffee. As someone who does not like coffee, I did not like this beer, but YMMV.
NOTES (Beer #1)
BEER: Rebirth of the Cool
STYLE: American Stout (Coffee Stout)
ABV: 6.9%
BREWED BY: Round Guys Brewing Company
LOCATION: Lansdale, Pennsylvania
PURCHASED AT: IGA
PAIRED WITH: porkroll sandwiches and a donut
GRADE: 1 puke out of 5
2.
In my younger days, I probably could've included a 2A, when I drink a beer during the two hours it takes us to get ready to walk down to the beach, but some things had to be cut because I can't black out. So yeah, typically, I'm cracking a cold beer at the beach.
Here's something that didn't work out especially well for the "A Day in the Wildwood Life" conceit—today was a pool day. My grandparents decided that this year they would stay in a hotel room next door instead of cramming into the same house as us (smart move, as far as everyone was concerned), but so that means we had access to their pool, and I'm not gonna lie, walking next door to hop in a pool was a lot easier than lugging everything down to the beach (even if that meant wearing a mask in the pool).
Willow ended up loving the pool. Martha hated it. So it goes. We had a nice couple hours. The very best part about this wrinkle in the day's plans was that we could just walk next door for lunch, back to the house, lunchmeat sandwiches in air conditioning, no sand at all in between turkey and cheese. A wheat beer seemed appropriate for the occasion—wheat beers scream "summer weather," and I may or may not have picked Oberon Ale based on the summer sun on its label.
NOTES (Beer #2)
BEER: Oberon Ale
STYLE: American Pale Wheat Ale
ABV: 5.8%
BREWED BY: Bell's Brewery
LOCATION: Kalamazoo, Michigan
PURCHASED AT: IGA
PAIRED WITH: (leftover) roast beef sandwich and chips
GRADE: 3 pukes out of 5
3. Back from the
There's a weird lull midday, where everyone is kinda just hanging out back at the house. There are only two showers in the house to be shared by nine people plus two babies, so there are some people sitting around with wet hair and other people are still a little sandy, sitting on a non-couch so as to not get sand on the couch. And we're all just hanging out, half-waiting, half-content to just be where we are. A beer is usually in order.
Since this is the time when the nighttime revelries truly begin (implied through all of this: babies tend to put a damper in any typical "revelry" that may have existed in some previous life), I thought it would be nice to start the evening with a heavy beer, ABV-wise, but not necessarily heavy malt-wise. So an imperial IPA would do the trick. I am already familiar with Daisy Cutter, which had a nice balance of hops, so a Double Daisy Cutter stood to be more of a good thing. "Double" might be a misnomer. It had 1.53x the alcohol in it, but probably about 3x the amount of hops. This shit was almost spicy, the hops were so prevalent. Not a bad way to kick off what was sure to be a wild and crazy night [/s].
NOTES (Beer #3)
BEER: Double Daisy Cutter
STYLE: Imperial IPA
ABV: 8.0%
BREWED BY: Half Acre Beer Company
LOCATION: Chicago, Illinois
PURCHASED AT: IGA
PAIRED WITH: "I Went to the Store..."
GRADE: 3 pukes out of 5
4. Dinner
As far as I'm concerned, there's only one classic Wildwood dinner—Sam's Pizza. "Boardwalk pizza" doesn't get any better. I picked up a few pies to share with the family today. (I was the only person in a very crowded line to be wearing a mask... no one said Wildwood was a town filled with reasonable people.)
Pizza doesn't require you to get fancy with your beer. An ice cold lager will do the trick. I dunno, something about the Veltins label made me know that this was going to be an uncomplicated beer. A beer-tasting beer. It does nothing to overshadow the majesty that is a twelve-inch pepperoni slice of Sam's.
NOTES (Beer #4)
BEER: Veltins Pilsener
STYLE: German Pilsner
ABV: 4.8%
BREWED BY: Brauerei C. & A. Veltins GmbH & Co.
LOCATION: Meschede-Grevenstein, Germany
PURCHASED AT: IGA
PAIRED WITH: Sam's pizza
GRADE: 2.5 pukes out of 5
5. Evening Hangout
Hanging out during a pandemic limits possibilities for shoretime fun. Hanging out with infant children limits possibilities for shoretime fun. Hanging out with infant children during a pandemic pretty much limits shoretime fun to playing a board game with your family. So that's what we did.
This was after a very painful family photo session, mind you. Every year, we get a picture with everyone at the beach, the picture more likely than not to be published on my parents' Christmas card a few months later. It took about 45 minutes to walk the one block to the beach, because the K*** family, like many families of this size, is not a well-oiled machine.
But you can't drink during that type of thing, so I save my beer for the board game. I guess this wasn't really a board game, per se. It's called THINGS, and it's basically a knock-off of Balderdash. Someone asks a question, and everyone has to answer it on a piece of paper. We then go around the table, trying to guess who gave which answer. The trick is to not write anything that would immediately make someone think that you wrote it. It was an interesting exercise in tampering my weirder creative tendencies, since if I went too weird with it, then everyone would immediately know it was me.
This was far from the most fun I've ever had in Wildwood, but in the context of a family gathering during a health crisis, we had a blast. A classic IPA felt right for this round of fun. The hops didn't murder your tongue, and there was still enough alcohol by volume to keep the engine running (and definitely enough to help me win the game).
NOTES (Beer #5)
BEER: Simcoe Situation
STYLE: American IPA
ABV: 7.0%
BREWED BY: The Hop Concept Brewing
LOCATION: San Marcos, California
PURCHASED AT: IGA
PAIRED WITH: THINGS®
GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5
6. End of the Night
There's a moment of calm at the end of every day down the shore. It's a calmness that allows for reflection, on the good day you just had, and the luckiness you feel, that you are even able to be here, in this moment, so close to sea and sand, not a worry in the world.
Oh, there are still worries. You may have a child who refuses to sleep at all. You may have some residual guilt from gathering with too many family members and risking infection from a disease that spreads in close contact. But somehow, those worries just seem a little bit more distant as you sit on the deck, sipping the final beer of the day.
Belgian beers signal to me a celebration. Though nothing about today was "typical Wildwood" since my children are insane and COVID looms menacingly, I still celebrate this town, and this life, and this day, for all its weird ups and downs.
NOTES (Beer #6)
BEER: Crosspath
STYLE: Belgian Pale Ale
ABV: 5.5%
BREWED BY: Allagash Brewing Company
LOCATION: Portland, Maine
PURCHASED AT: IGA
PAIRED WITH: nothing
GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5
Goodnight, all.
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
Sam's Top Long TV Shows — 2019-20
Sam tracks the best in movies, TV, and literature that he has consumed in the past year. Is one man's consumption habits worthy of your time?
1. Watchmen — S.1 (Limited?) (2019) HBO
Prior to the George Floyd-inspired protests in our country, I rated this show number one—it seems more relevant now. This graphic novel sequel imagines an alternate world where police wear masks and are unable to carry weapons and reparations (Robert Redfordations) exist, at least for the survivors of the Wall Street massacre in Tulsa, Okla. Guess what? Racism still pervades our country.
Watchmen perfectly blends comic book mythos with 21st century race issues to spin a yarn that layers a navigable plot, nuanced characters, gripping action, and stunning cinematography. What starts as a typical who-done-it plot morphs into world building and trauma exploration for those directly impacted by atrocities and how that affects all the generations that follow. Unlike with Lost and The Leftovers, showrunner Damon Lindeloff sticks the landing (assuming and hoping this masterpiece only has one season).
Every episode presents a different focus while effortlessly propelling the momentum forward. I like the term "steals every scene" but it's hard to employ when nearly every actor steals every scene. Each character feels lived in and the actors know who they are. It's not worth spotlighting one over another because they all excel in their roles, with Regina King masterfully steering the ship.
2. Chernobyl — Limited (2019) HBO
One of the two Jared Harris projects based on true events to make my list. I guess I wanted Lane from Mad Men to stick around longer. Chernobyl makes digestible the complicated and torrid outrage of the titular Soviet nuclear disaster. The mini-series offers a case study in bureaucratic finger-pointing and crisis management with the backdrop of a nation-state that will kill any of the scientists trying to solve the problem if they make the wrong move politically (also seems relevant now). Though the show presents numerous interwoven plots, the triumvirate of Harris, Emily Watson, and Stellan Skarsgård are what give the show juice. Harris and Watson play physicists trying to mitigate the disaster with
Skarsgård as the military official putting their theories into action. The show is replete with set pieces large and small, from the meltdown itself to an all-nude Ukrainian cold mining team to Harris' court demo of how a nuclear reactor works. In what could feel like homework, Chernobyl threads the needle between education and entertainment.
3. Fosse/Verdon — Limited (2019) FX
The top four of my favorite shows are all limited series (I hope). Is my attention span so limited or is my preference for the finite over the episodic a natural limitation on the ability to tell a good story season after season? In another generation, all of these shows would be movies. But movies are short, and it's tough to cram a meaningful story and character development into two hours. An excellent limited series offers the best combo of television and film: a complete story with an end told over several episodes.
Fosse/Verdon benefits from that blend: a nuanced character study that evolves eight episodes with great production value. The show revolves around legendary musical director/choreographer Bob Fosse (Sam Rockwell) and his lesser known (through time anyway) but vital on-again-off-again wife and starlet Gwen Verdon (Michelle Williams).
Ostensibly a biopic, the show is framed more as vignettes with backstory filled in than a soup-to-nuts life story. Instead of focusing on dates and awards, we live in the run-up to Cabaret or a weekend at a beach house in the Hamptons with Neil Simon. This focus allows for more breathability and longer scenes where Rockwell and Williams pace around each other, choreographing stellar dance numbers while simultaneously trashing furniture. The chemistry between these Oscar winners (both of them! on the same show!) seethes; their electricity demonstrates the complications of love and ambition. Although co-produced by the couple's daughter (who is heartbreakingly depicted), the show pulls no punches. I can't imagine two less redeeming but ultimately likable characters than the ones this show depicts.
4. The Last Dance — Limited (2020) ESPN
Sometimes, the timing of a show reigns supreme. Amid the darkest of times during the COVID-19 quarantine emerged this by-the-numbers documentary of Michael Jordan's last season with the Chicago Bulls that provided me with extraordinary joy and comfort. Without live sports or human interaction beyond my wife and daughter, The Last Dance offered a well of hope. This ten-part documentary aired for five straight Sundays and online conversation sprung around it. The many basketball podcasts I listen to suddenly had something new to talk about that wasn't the morality of professional athletes gobbling up all the tests.
The documentary itself was entertaining enough. It hit that sweet spot of nostalgia blended with new(ish) information. Normally, I'd complain about the length, but it was my salvation. Jordan himself was humanized; sure, we got to see his insane competitiveness and pettiness in full view. But we also witnessed how isolating his superstardom was. It's hard to imagine a richer sports subject matter that was light enough to be a reprieve but interesting enough to keep you tuning in despite knowing that the Bulls won (in kind of easy fashion).Thanks, ESPN, for rushing production. I needed it.
5. Succession — S.2 (2019) HBO
Generally, but not always, dramas run an hour; comedies run a half-hour. My two Top 10 lists will reflect that trend with a few exceptions, like Succession. Though it contains elements of a family drama, thriller, and political show, Succession ultimately exists to make us laugh. If you took the plight and backstabbing of the Roy family too seriously, you'd be super stressed out and question how shareholders could put up with this tomfoolery. Season Two continues to depict the excesses of the uber-rich who ultimately just want daddy to recognize them. You permit the viciousness of the characters if it results in Tom Wambsgans being impressed with Greg the Egg's attempt to blackmail him. You tolerate Kendall's flirt with sobriety in order to revel in his rap for Logan's birthday. Does it need to make sense that some corporate takeover solution appears at any time to generate drama? No, so long as someone is crawling around on the ground vying to be the boar on the floor.
6. The Terror — S.1 (2018) AMC
My friend Nate recommended this overlooked AMC show when it was active, and it sounded stale and boring. An 18th century English seafaring expedition gets stuck in the ice over the course of a winter in Northern Canada. This costumed period piece is indeed very British in its social hierarchy and cheeky amusements, but the show possesses universal themes that overcome the stodgy premise. It's a great tale of leadership, stubbornness, class struggle, and adventure. The acting is extraordinary—headlined by Jared Harris—and gives depth to a pompous commodore, the feuding lower officers, the mutinous rabble-rouser, and the earnest indigenous people they interact with. Plus, it's beautiful. Plus, it's scary. Although it's not a limited series, The Terror is an anthology, so like, same thing, right?
7. A Very English Scandal — Limited (2018) Amazon Prime
I've written before on this very blog about the show. But to briefly reiterate my point: this show is a breezy political thriller with good acting and enjoyable sets/costumes. Hugh Grant is fun, and it's a star-turning performance by Ben Whishaw, who won a Golden Globe.
8. Dark — S.2 (2019) Netflix
Okay. This one is a hard sell, but for a very specific genre audience, it's outstanding. German. Time travel. Murder mystery. Religious overtones. You certainly can't jump into season two cold, but the show unpacks, in very specific details, how all the rules and characters introduced in season one are intertwined. Sometimes, it seems there's as many timelines as characters. A convoluted plot often perturbs me (Westworld), but if character is at the heart of that plot (Lost), the show works. Dark works.
9. The Crown — S.3 (2019) Netflix
Another show I've discussed. Looking at my Top 10, I have a lot of British period pieces (and Chernobyl, which is mostly British actors ignoring that the show is Soviet). Season Three features the rebooted cast, with Olivia Coleman, Tobias Menzies, and Helena Bonham Carter picking up the mantle on Queen Elizabeth II, Prince Phillip, and Princess Margaret. The show settles into middle age with slightly less palace drama and focuses more how the world impacts the royals. Some memorable emotional scenes from these patient, mature actors. Just solid TV all around.
10. Ozark — S.3 (2020) Netflix
This drug cartel thriller set in Missouri shook off all the extraneous plot of Season Two and doubled-down (gambling pun intended) on the central conceit—Jason Bateman and Laura Linney's characters surviving by any means necessary. We focus more on the Byrds than on nebulous Show-Me-State politicians. Plus, there's a solid arc on a brother who struggles with bipolar disorder that makes for some tough choices.
The rest (ordered by preference):
The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel — S.3 (2019) Amazon Prime
Crazy Ex-Girlfriend — S.2 (2016) Netflix
My Brilliant Friend — S.1 (2018) HBO
Veronica Mars — S.1 (2004-05) Hulu
Unorthodox — Limited (2020) Netflix
Stranger Things — S.3 (2019) Netflix
Big Little Lies — S.2 (2019) HBO
Tiger King — Limited (2020) Netflix
Killing Eve — S.2 (2019) BBC America
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Album Review: folklore
If "indie rock" is a marketing term, then here's your motherfucking market. I can't imagine there's many other reasonable decisions Taylor Swift could've made to pique my interest than reach out to the National's Aaron Dessner and get him to co-write/produce eleven of the sixteen songs. I've never hotly anticipated a Taylor Swift album, but there I was, intrigued about whether this was going to sound like a Swift-fronted Big Red Machine, and there I was, downloading and listening to this album before the kids even woke up.
I can't say I'm "disappointed"—to actually think that this was going to be Taylor Swift singing her version of "Mr. November" would be too much to hope for in any reality—but this is definitely a Taylor Swift album, not an Aaron Dessner album. Dessner leaves his mark indelibly, for sure, but Swift is the captain of this ship. I think it would've been helpful if Dessner didn't mention Bryan Devendorf's involvement before the release. The best drummer in the business today! On a Taylor Swift album?! Wild! But it ended up being just a slight programmed drum track on one song. "Mistaken for Strangers" this is not.
First, a clarification: I like Taylor Swift, and I like a lot of her music, and I think she is a wonderful songwriter, and if I say something like "nevermind, this is a Taylor Swift album," I mean that as a compliment, as backhanded as it may seem at first. Next, a folklore-specific take: the best song isn't even a Dessner contribution, so that should prove even further that Swift is in command. She is credited on every song. She is NOT a vehicle for male pop song producers to use for their own visions; she is a conqueror, and whom she uses to flesh out her own vision ultimately doesn't matter.
That's not to say that folklore finds Swift in some kind of No-Miss Zone. There are a few clunkers scattered around the album, mainly the ones that get too slow on an already really slow album (e.g. "epiphany," or maybe "exile"—don't let the Justin Vernon credit fool you). But the overwhelming majority of the songs do just enough to attach their claws into me. It might be a clever turn of phrase, an extra orchestral flourish, an F-bomb (yes, really!), a heart-wrenching Swiftian vocal performance that only she could pull off in this context with such ease.
The best song on folklore rockets to the top of my short list of best Taylor Swift songs of all time: "betty." This is probably just because I'm writing this fucking review only five days after folklore came out, but at this point I really can't imagine liking any other song in 2020 more than I like "betty." For real. It manages to capture the widescreen emotional payoffs of the best romantic comedies, while also sounding like high-grade Americana that the Decemberists traffic in at their best. That shift from "What if I showed up" to "I showed up"! That harmonica! The reveal that it's a companion piece to "cardigan"! That "I know I miss you" chorus that's just begging for a singalong! Ugh, ugh, ugh, I can't listen to this song too much; I want it to last forever.
As noted above, "betty" didn't pass through Aaron Dessner's hands, which possibly means that all the breathless "Who Is Taylor's New Producer: Explained" People Magazine pieces may have been a bit overstated. Let Jack Antonoff has his deserved praise: "betty" is an all-timer. "august" is almost as good, if we're talking Antonoff now. I really like "mirrorball" too.
Of course, there are some fucking excellent Swift/Dessner tracks on this thing too. As one of the internet's few defenders of Sleep Well Beast as the National's best album, I can tell you that Dessner uses the weird, choppy, piano-forward style he cemented on that album to great effect on folklore. The very first song, "the 1," immediately announces itself as a Dessner production with that low-key piano chord / computerized handclap combo. Following that is "cardigan," which layers on the whispery, ghostly synths that were all over the last two National albums (and might as well actually be from those albums, as far as I know).
By the time you get all the way down to "peace," though, maybe Dessner overstayed his welcome. I dunno. It's got a tiny little sliding guitar part that is so Big Red Machine it hurts, and by then it's like, alright, we get it, you've made your mark. I will think of "peace" when Swift is on the stage at next year's empty-arena Grammys, flanked on either side by Dessner and Antonoff as she holds aloft her third Album of the Year trophy, about how something that doesn't sound like Taylor Swift at all ended up sounding like Taylor Swift anyway, how she could take what is to me a commonplace musical motif from an artist whom 99% of Swifties had no previous knowledge of, and bizarrely brought it to the masses.
Here's the bottom line: there is some great shit on this album, and if it doesn't quite live up to the hype, then that's only because I was hyped up from the wrong direction. This isn't "Bloodbuzz Central Pennsylvania." This is Taylor Swift. She is reinvented, but it is still her. In that way, folklore is incredibly successful.
But if the point was to market to "sad dad indie rock fans" like myself, then folklore remains more intriguing than incredible.
GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5
This Is My Blood: Salt and Sea / Dank Hill
I can do it.
The plan was to drink a single beer today. There's obviously never been a day at the shore where I've had a single beer. It's either all or nothing here in Wildwood. Either I'm too young / too hungover to drink, or I'm hitting a twelve-pack. That's just how vacation goes. I thought it would be interesting, then, to do something different, something I'd never done. Choose to drink one beer.
The beer: a gose with a fitting name for such an occasion. Salt and Sea is a Flying Fish beer (from that mix-pack I bought last week), and it was... okay. I'm not a big fan of goses, whose calling card is salt, and it's weird to taste a salty beer. I guess if you are a fan of, like, margaritas, maybe you'd like a gose too? Definitely this one, which had a surprisingly strong strawberry flavor to it, in addition to the salt. I liked it only because it was beer and because I was on the beach doing it.
Here's another new beer culture thing I did while drinking this beer: I finally used my YETI® metal koozie. I received it as a gift at a wedding in 2016, and for three summers in a row, I forgot to bring it down the shore. 2020 was my year! I remembered to bring it! And I drank one single beer on the beach the entire week! Here was that beer! In this YETI® koozie!
The product acts as advertised—it keeps your beer cold, even a beach day as hot as this. The top of it screws off, you see, and the can of beer is placed in the container, so when the top screws back on, the beer is trapped inside, and the heat is trapped outside. Plus, it acts as the proverbial "paper bag" for the pesky Wildwood Police, who will cite you if they see an open container, but won't bother you if they technically can't see it because there is another metal cylinder around your illegal metal cylinder. (The police were honestly a non-presence this year, possibly because the city wanted people to come to the beach instead of going to the bars, and so they were told to lay off the peaceful folk just drinking a goddamn beer on the beach. The dogs were leashed.)
That's it. I spent the rest of the day completely sober, able to enjoy vacation with a clear mind.
I can't do it.
Yeah right.
You should've known from the beginning of this blog post that I couldn't do it, because I have a problem (not to mention that the title of this post has more than one beer's name in it). I went a few hours without drinking, back from the beach, the kids napping, all showered, everyone relaxing, and... I just felt this fucking darkness inside of me.
I don't think it's necessarily that I feel that way every single sober moment of my life. There have been plenty of times this year when I chose not to drink and it was fine. But there are other moments, moments when I could be drinking and during which I'm normally drinking, it's those types of moments when I feel like a ship lost at sea. The prospect of drinking a seltzer during a happy hour when everyone else is relaxing and boozing at a shore house makes that hour feel like an eternity in front of me. It's like I'm on the edge the Grand Canyon and I can only look down and hope I don't fall.
So mental gymnastics leads me to this thought: I'm not really standing on top of the Grand Canyon; there's a 99% chance I can take the plunge and not get hurt, or hurt anyone else; five more drinks won't hurt me.
I know I'm on vacation, and I know that maybe I'm putting too much pressure on myself. But also, I've had a lifetime of reasons to prove to me that maybe I should put some pressure on myself, and that if I can't go one single fucking day of any family or friend gathering without drinking less than two beers, then maybe there's a fucking problem here.
The beer wasn't the problem. The beer—Dank Hill, a play on the cartoon character's name—was pretty good. It was a double IPA, with a plethora of "dank" hops (i.e. strong, earthy hops that remind one of marijuana). I had a four-pack because I was planning on drinking it later in the week, but Dank Hill got moved up in the schedule because I can't control myself.
And no, I didn't get hurt, or hurt anyone else. I didn't black out. I didn't fight with my wife, or drop a baby, or anything else like that (i.e. the type of stuff that happens in my nightmares and makes me wake up in a cold sweat at least once a week). Everything was fine. It was a fun night. We all just kinda hung out at the house and spent time together, shooting the shit and playing parlor games. And drinking.
Drinking because I know now that I am very broken in this specific way. I can't be truly happy in these types of environments unless I have a cold beer in my hand. It's kinda scary to be so dependent on something.
NOTES (Beer #1)
BEER: Salt and Sea
STYLE: Sour Gose
ABV: 4.3%
BREWED BY: Flying Fish Brewing Company
LOCATION: Somerdale, New Jersey
PURCHASED AT: Tioga Beer Distributors
PAIRED WITH: turkey and cheese sandwich out of the beach cooler
GRADE: 2 pukes out of 5
NOTES (Beer #2)
BEER: Dank Hill
STYLE: Imperial IPA
ABV: 8.8%
BREWED BY: Neshaminy Creek Brewing Company
LOCATION: Croydon, Pennsylvania
PURCHASED AT: ABV Port Richmond
PAIRED WITH: sloppy joes / Name Five
GRADE: 3 pukes out of 5
BEER COUNT: 293 (had another paloma too)
The plan was to drink a single beer today. There's obviously never been a day at the shore where I've had a single beer. It's either all or nothing here in Wildwood. Either I'm too young / too hungover to drink, or I'm hitting a twelve-pack. That's just how vacation goes. I thought it would be interesting, then, to do something different, something I'd never done. Choose to drink one beer.
The beer: a gose with a fitting name for such an occasion. Salt and Sea is a Flying Fish beer (from that mix-pack I bought last week), and it was... okay. I'm not a big fan of goses, whose calling card is salt, and it's weird to taste a salty beer. I guess if you are a fan of, like, margaritas, maybe you'd like a gose too? Definitely this one, which had a surprisingly strong strawberry flavor to it, in addition to the salt. I liked it only because it was beer and because I was on the beach doing it.
Here's another new beer culture thing I did while drinking this beer: I finally used my YETI® metal koozie. I received it as a gift at a wedding in 2016, and for three summers in a row, I forgot to bring it down the shore. 2020 was my year! I remembered to bring it! And I drank one single beer on the beach the entire week! Here was that beer! In this YETI® koozie!
The product acts as advertised—it keeps your beer cold, even a beach day as hot as this. The top of it screws off, you see, and the can of beer is placed in the container, so when the top screws back on, the beer is trapped inside, and the heat is trapped outside. Plus, it acts as the proverbial "paper bag" for the pesky Wildwood Police, who will cite you if they see an open container, but won't bother you if they technically can't see it because there is another metal cylinder around your illegal metal cylinder. (The police were honestly a non-presence this year, possibly because the city wanted people to come to the beach instead of going to the bars, and so they were told to lay off the peaceful folk just drinking a goddamn beer on the beach. The dogs were leashed.)
That's it. I spent the rest of the day completely sober, able to enjoy vacation with a clear mind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yeah right.
You should've known from the beginning of this blog post that I couldn't do it, because I have a problem (not to mention that the title of this post has more than one beer's name in it). I went a few hours without drinking, back from the beach, the kids napping, all showered, everyone relaxing, and... I just felt this fucking darkness inside of me.
I don't think it's necessarily that I feel that way every single sober moment of my life. There have been plenty of times this year when I chose not to drink and it was fine. But there are other moments, moments when I could be drinking and during which I'm normally drinking, it's those types of moments when I feel like a ship lost at sea. The prospect of drinking a seltzer during a happy hour when everyone else is relaxing and boozing at a shore house makes that hour feel like an eternity in front of me. It's like I'm on the edge the Grand Canyon and I can only look down and hope I don't fall.
So mental gymnastics leads me to this thought: I'm not really standing on top of the Grand Canyon; there's a 99% chance I can take the plunge and not get hurt, or hurt anyone else; five more drinks won't hurt me.
I know I'm on vacation, and I know that maybe I'm putting too much pressure on myself. But also, I've had a lifetime of reasons to prove to me that maybe I should put some pressure on myself, and that if I can't go one single fucking day of any family or friend gathering without drinking less than two beers, then maybe there's a fucking problem here.
The beer wasn't the problem. The beer—Dank Hill, a play on the cartoon character's name—was pretty good. It was a double IPA, with a plethora of "dank" hops (i.e. strong, earthy hops that remind one of marijuana). I had a four-pack because I was planning on drinking it later in the week, but Dank Hill got moved up in the schedule because I can't control myself.
And no, I didn't get hurt, or hurt anyone else. I didn't black out. I didn't fight with my wife, or drop a baby, or anything else like that (i.e. the type of stuff that happens in my nightmares and makes me wake up in a cold sweat at least once a week). Everything was fine. It was a fun night. We all just kinda hung out at the house and spent time together, shooting the shit and playing parlor games. And drinking.
Drinking because I know now that I am very broken in this specific way. I can't be truly happy in these types of environments unless I have a cold beer in my hand. It's kinda scary to be so dependent on something.
NOTES (Beer #1)
BEER: Salt and Sea
STYLE: Sour Gose
ABV: 4.3%
BREWED BY: Flying Fish Brewing Company
LOCATION: Somerdale, New Jersey
PURCHASED AT: Tioga Beer Distributors
PAIRED WITH: turkey and cheese sandwich out of the beach cooler
GRADE: 2 pukes out of 5
NOTES (Beer #2)
BEER: Dank Hill
STYLE: Imperial IPA
ABV: 8.8%
BREWED BY: Neshaminy Creek Brewing Company
LOCATION: Croydon, Pennsylvania
PURCHASED AT: ABV Port Richmond
PAIRED WITH: sloppy joes / Name Five
GRADE: 3 pukes out of 5
BEER COUNT: 293 (had another paloma too)
Monday, July 27, 2020
Never Seen It, #13 of 200: Being John Malkovich
I'm slowly working my way through a list of 200 movies I've never seen, and doing so in alphabetical order. Find the list HERE.
When I started taking movies seriously—I guess you can consider this moment around the 2018 Academy Awards (yes, I know, it wasn't that long ago)—I decided that I would consider a movie to be "great" if 1) it stayed interesting through its entire run (this one is obvious), and 2) it served some higher purpose, making me think about it even after the credits rolled. I'm starting to find that maybe there are too many exceptions for this two-part rule to be considered a good way of going about thinking about films in a critical manner.
Enter Being John Malkovich, a batshit crazy movie that absolutely kept me interested during every moment, but doesn't seem to exist for any purpose other than to be weird. If we're asking "What's the point?" then I think the answer truly is "to be weird." That's it! And the best part about it is that I really, really enjoyed Being John Malkovich, even though it does not serve any higher purpose. This makes me think that maybe great movies don't need to do that. They can just exist for your enjoyment/bafflement, and that can be it. That's okay!
Let's talk about what happens in this movie, and you can tell me if I'm missing something. There's a guy—played by John Cusack—who is a fantastic puppeteer, but, ya know, needs to pay his bills, so he gets a job filing papers in a bizarre office where the ceiling is five feet high. Behind a filing cabinet, our protagonist finds a portal that leads directly into John Malkovich's mind. That's John Malkovich, the actor, playing himself in this movie (or at least a fictional version of himself).
It only gets more bizarre from there, to be honest, but I don't want to spoil anything. Not that there could be anything to spoil; there's not a "twist ending" or anything like that. It's just that the movie is so whimsical, with so many little touches of dreamlike quirkiness, that to describe it in hard blog prose would be to suck the joy out of it. It's like going through a haunted house—of course there's a dude dressed like a werewolf hiding behind that coffin, this is a haunted house for christ's sake, but who wants to be warned about it beforehand? Let's just let you enjoy the ride.
So that's it though, right? That's how I would've tried to justify the "greatness" of this film according to my strict (arbitrary) guidelines. "I don't know what this movie is 'about,' but because it's so weird, I've been thinking about it anyway." The higher purpose is that there is no higher purpose, and so on. I guess that makes sense? But I think I'd rather just accept the fact that there are great movies that don't adhere to your stinkin' rules. I shouldn't have to use pretzel logic to justify the quality of a film.
Maybe you could also try to make something up about the purpose of this film. Who's going to question you? Especially here on Puke on Your Birthday? I read somewhere that Being John Malkovich "symbolizes Hollywood." Maybe I could say that in order to justify BJM's greatness. "You see, it's a commentary on the way we use actors as puppets for our own amusement." There might even be something to this theory! And who the fuck am I to dismiss the theory? If it helps you sleep at night, then feel free to see Being John Malkovich as some fable about the Screen Actors Guild.
I would only argue that it's not really necessary to stretch the movie beyond where it's already been stretched. I'm comfortable in admitting that this is just a wild ride and it was thrilling to be able to hold on tight as we hit those drops. At least, I'm comfortable now. No need to make this anything more than it is: simply great.
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"And for the color, uh... periwinkle?"
I can't possibly let a blog post end like this. And I almost did. Like, I almost literally ended it by saying that Being John Malkovich (of all fucking movies!) had no further questions, and certainly no answers, and that it wasn't worth thinking about too deeply. I wasn't even going to write the "Who's Involved" section or anything like that. Guys, these Never Seen It posts take so much out of me. It's overwhelming to think that I have to write 187 more of these. And I'm currently (as of this writing) busting my ass to catch up before I go on a Wildwood vacation that I am currently on (as of this/your reading), and it was so tempting to just say fuck it and leave my write-up for Being John Malkovich in a ditch by the New Jersey Turnpike.
But I can't. I just can't. I can't be like Charlie Sheen in this movie, who is told by his friend John Malkovich that someone is inside his brain and that the girl he is seeing is only seeing him because of that person controlling his brain, and Sheen simply responds "that's hot." The fact that this is Charlie Sheen must be significant. I can't possibly want to follow Charlie fucking Sheen's lead on this one.
No. I have to follow Craig Schwartz (Cusack). When asked what it all means, he responds: "The existence of the soul. Am I me? Is Malkovich Malkovich? Do you see what a metaphysical can of worms this portal is?" And even though the script undercuts the importance of this by letting a somewhat pathetic, flopsweat-drenched ne'er-do-well express this heightened philosophy, I still, at my core, believe it to be the right response. Being John Malkovich isn't just a "wild ride." There's more to it. It's about the motherfucking soul. It's about EVERYTHING.
For what it's worth, Charlie Kaufman has never really said "Being John Malkovich is about ___" as far as I can tell. He never talks about what he wrote, but more so how he wrote it. This tracks: as a screenwriter, you are a storyteller, and what is the creation of Being John Malkovich but just another story? He talks about what it was like writing for TV shows and using someone else's voice, and then finally finding his own voice by writing a script that he didn't think anyone would ever make. He calls storytelling "dangerous" while implying that he is courageous enough to take his storytelling to the big screen. He acknowledges that story within Being John Malkovich is bold and varied. But he never really digs into what he meant to really say when he was telling that story.
But maybe the point of telling the story of making Being John Malkovich is that it is a story that runs parallel to the story within the film Being John Malkovich. This is a story of a group of people whose lives, they feel, are so mundane that they'd rather be inside the head of a famous actor as he orders bath towels for fifteen minutes than be stuck inside their own heads at all. Maybe the point is that Charlie Kaufman was one of the mundane, and that he too found some mysterious purpose by entering the mind of John Malkovich, not through a literal portal, but a script that acts like one anyway.
Maybe I am one of the mundane as well. Say that we, audience, don't really have to know how the portal works, just like we don't really have to know what the film "means" or "is trying to say." We just know that such a portal, and such a film, are a means to escape, for a little bit of time (either fifteen minutes or just under two hours), away from who you are, and into the head of an actor or director or writer, a way to explore the weird interiors of their brain and turn off your own at the same time.
You could extend that explanation to all great movies. Maybe those original two points are one in the same. A movie has to make you feel something, sure, but isn't that feeling itself the part that matters after the movie ends? That you were able to feel something means that you were changed in some indescribable way, forever. A great movie does that. Being John Malkovich is great.
Okay, I guess that'll do for now.
Who's Involved
It's tough not to immediately mention the titular character/actor, but it's probably more important to mention the screenwriter and director team in this section first, and then continue to the actors.
Obviously, this is a Charlie Kaufman enterprise. As mentioned above, it was his first. And it's really not that large of a filmography in the past 20 years! He has seven writing credits on major motion pictures (with two more soon to be released). But among them are some very heavy hitters—Adaptation. (already covered on this blog in a roundabout way), Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (was at one point going to do a Your Favorite Movie interview for this one, COVID kinda put the kibosh in that), and Synecdoche, New York (I've seen this one before, so it's not on Never Seen It, but man, I could do with a rewatch, since I was definitely too young and stupid to get even 1% of what the movie was trying to say).
The point being that, to those familiar with film, you can say "this movie was Kaufmanesque" and they'd know what you mean. His scripts usually question life within a metaphysical framework, and often take absurd ideas as far as logic will allow (and sometimes past that too). I found it really interesting to hear Kaufman himself comment on this legacy: "I’ve seen critics say 'This is a Charlie Kaufman–type movie, and so-and-so made it,'...and it’s like, why do they get to make Charlie Kaufman movies and I don’t? I think about that all the time." It must be weird to be too weird for Hollywood.
Director Spike Jonze seems to have escaped being branded as "too weird" by doing a lot of other shit before Being John Malkovich. This dude cut his teeth on MTV, directing music videos that were cool enough that not even Being John Malkovich's worst detractors could take away the built-up cred. Jonze directed "Buddy Holly"! This was the first music video that I ever saw. I mean, I saw other music videos prior, I'm sure, but this was the first one I was ever intimately familiar with (it's possible that, since the video was included on the CD that arrived with Microsoft Windows 95, a lot of people have a similar story).
I mean, shit man, what a fascinating resume. Grammys for music videos, Oscars for films, director for dozens of skateboard videos and commercials. CO-CREATOR of motherfucking Jackass. There's a jack of all trades and there's a master of one, and then there's Spike Jonze.
This is just me praising him just based on reading his Wikipedia page, don't mistake me for some Spike Jonze superfan. Until I was told he had a cameo role in The Wolf of Wall Street during my preparation for that film, I used to think that he and Spike Lee were the same person. Out of the thousands of ways I am proving to you in this column that I am not a movie buff, that should be the most outlandish example.
The man has a pretty fascinating romantic history as well—again, this is just according to Wikipedia, I'm not presenting myself as a gossip column expert—but the only one that applies to our discussion of Being John Malkovich is his marriage to Sofia Coppola, another film director, whose father is Francis Ford Coppola, who you may remember from Apocalypse Now. (I swear I'm not doing this to build a "six degrees" type thing, there's a point to this.)
They were together from 1992 to 2003 (they met on set while Jonze was directing Sonic Youth's "100%"), and I suppose in 1996 or so, Jonze's girlfriend's dad read a script about a portal in John Malkovich's mind after some crazy unknown scriptwriter sent it to him. FFC passed it along to his daughter's boyfriend, who was looking to get into major motion picture filmmaking at the time.
So is this an act of nepotism? Or is this just genuinely how Hollywood has always operated, and I shouldn't think too much about it just because a famous director was helping his son-in-law get his foot in the door? I think I'm just gonna throw these questions out there and not worry about them too much at the moment. We will definitely get back to this subject in a year or so, when we get to The Godfather III, a film that apparently stars Sofia in a somewhat more brazen example of nepotism. (We won't see S. Coppola again in a directorial role, and I don't really feel bad about it, because she directed the total shitshow that was the Bill Murray Christmas Special a few years ago, fuck 'em all.)
Hey, let's write about some actors. One of the stars of this movie is someone I had never heard of before... what was his name? John something.
I was surprised to learn that the titular role of "Being ____" was always John Malkovich, according to Charlie Kaufman. There was never anyone else seriously considered, even before Malkovich himself was aware of the script's existence. Apparently, Kaufman just liked the sound of his name, and considered it an integral part of the joke. John Malkovich had some understandable concerns with the role—if it was uber-successful, then he might forever be associated with this movie, and if it bombed, then his name was right there in the marquee.
I don't think that I am as attached to the joke as Kaufman is (for example, Malkovich suggested that maybe Kaufman should change it to "Being Tom Cruise," which I think would've been equally fascinating, but Kaufman was insistent), but I was definitely more interested in finally watching this movie due to the fact that it was about an actor I was not familiar with at all (i.e. it's why this movie ended up on Never Seen It). I didn't even know if John Malkovich was a real person.
He is, and he has a very extensive filmography, one that I am not familiar with AT ALL. He has had an acting role in over 70 films, and I've seen a grand total of two—Con Air, and Adaptation. (the latter being a cameo role, as it features a scene where Nicholas Cage, playing Charlie Kaufman, is filming Being John Malkovich). Had I not been completely baffled by The Young Pope, I might've made an effort to watch him in as the titular role in the sequel series, The New Pope, but it hasn't been high on my priority list (though next Sunday's Record Club selection was inspired by The New Pope apparently, so we'll see what comes of that).
Malkovich is only fourth-billed in this movie. John Cusack gets top billing with a pretty great performance. What's so good about his role here is that he gets to play it with that same awkward charm that he perfected in movies like Say Anything..., but here it's dirtied up and soured to a degree that the awkwardness is actually uncomfortable, instead of just cute. This dude is a loser, and you don't want him to win.
Cameron Diaz plays his (bisexual? transgender?) girlfriend (whom he locks in a cage, jeez this movie gets a little dark). Now this is an actress who is ubiquitous in pop culture, no? You don't have to be a movie buff to know who Cameron Diaz is. Which is why I was surprised to see that she hasn't acted in anything since 2014. I guess I had missed her 2018 announcement that she was retiring from acting. On the one hand, good for her, I can't imagine any part of Hollywood is good for one's soul. On the other hand, what's the over/under for when she returns to acting. 2022? Or is COVID fucking up the betting line?
Catherine Keener is so good in this movie at playing the inscrutable minx. You know how there are certain actors and actresses whom you will always think of as the first role you saw them in? For me, Catherine Keener will always be the romantic partner in The 40-Year-Old Virgin, for better or worse. But so I'm familiar with her as quirky and optimistic from that role, and it was fascinating to see her play someone who was still quirky, but in a dark, pessimistic, sexy way. Looking at her filmography, she definitely seems to have a loyalty to Spike Jonze. She's even in Jackass Presents: Bad Grandpa! (Because Jackass Presents: Bad Grandpa is not on the Never Seen It list, we won't be seeing her again in this column.)
Not much to say about anyone else. We already mentioned Charlie Sheen's great performance as himself (I guess this is technically the second movie during Never Seen It featuring Charlie Sheen, if we're counting cut scenes). Orson Bean does a decent job as the strange profane boss and eventual hivemind leader (took me a minute to find out that I recognized him from the "Slapsgiving" episode of How I Met Your Mother). You might recognize Mary Kay Place from The Big Chill. I did not recognize "First J.M. Inc. Customer" as W. Early Brown until I saw his name in the credits—that's Dan Dority!
IMDB Trivia
The best and the worst and the worster of Being John Malkovich's IMDB trivia page.
BEST: "Cameron Diaz's makeup artist Gucci Westman described styling her in her role as 'a challenge, to make her look homely.' The script included minimal physical descriptions of characters, and when Diaz took the role she did not know that 'people weren't going to recognize me.'" I like how this piece of trivia leaves it open whether Diaz was upset about the makeup. I also like how everyone is clearly padding Diaz's ego by saying shit like this; yes, Cameron Diaz is very attractive, but c'mon, you could totally tell it was her.
WORST: "Willie Garson (Guy in Restaurant) improvised the scene where he encounters John Malkovich and says, 'You were really great in that movie where you play that retard.' According to Garson, director Spike Jonze had instructed Garson to use the word 'retard' as many times as he could." Besides the fact that it's not okay to use that word anymore, let's talk about the fact that it wasn't truly improvisational if Jonze was giving him direction?
ALMOST CASTED (WHO THE FUCK CARES): "The original script has Kevin Bacon in place of Charlie Sheen, as Malkovich's actor friend. John Malkovich recommended Sheen for the part." Who the fuck cares? (Okay, maybe we would've had an extra card in our pockets while playing Six Degrees to Kevin Bacon if that happened, but for real, who cares?)
The Rest of the Other Bullshit I Usually Talk About Here
Clearly I'm not very invested in this blog post. I'm sorry. I'm down the shore, it's tough to care about anything here. But out of a sense of obligation, let's type another 500 words and call it a day, alright? We can talk awards if you want. Here ya go.
Being John Malkovich did not earn a nomination for Best Picture (despite Roger Ebert threatening suicide if it didn't happen). This was the year of American Beauty, a film I've never seen, and have no immediate plans to because of the whole Kevin Spacey thing (maybe I'll watch it eventually). The Sixth Sense was nominated that year too, which seems like it should've won the award, based on how much I marvel that movie even a full 20 years later. The Green Mile was nominated too—we'll be watching that film in this column eventually.
BJM did get a couple nominations though! Jonze, Kaufman, and Keener all were nominated. The first two lost to American Beauty, the third to Angelina Jolie. Kaufman, to me, feels especially robbed, but don't worry, he eventually won for Eternal Sunshine.
Spike Jonze's nomination was strange to begin with—rare is it that a director gets dominated when the film itself does not. He was nominated for a bunch of other awards that year, and won some of them, but I'm most interested in the MTV Movie Award he won for "Best New Filmmaker." This reads to me the same as when an artist who's been around for ten years wins "Best New Artist" at the Grammys. Didn't Jonze make a ton of music videos for MTV in the '90s? Was this award more of a legacy award for all this work in the music industry? Am I asking way too many questions about the fucking MTV Movie Awards?
As always, we examine the Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Awards. Being John Malkovich was not nominated for anything. Not even Favorite Animal Star! This movie has a monkey! C'mon! Fuck you Salem from Sabrina the Teenage Witch!!! Goddamn, I fucking love this awards show. Big Daddy won Best Picture! Beating the Pokémon movie!! "Wild Wild West" by Will Smith won TWO awards! Donkey Kong 64 was nominated for Best Video Game (that game has not aged well at all)!! I could go on, but I'll stop short because the Yankees baseball team won an award, and I want to be happy, not sad. Thankfully, Being John Malkovich did have a large presence at the ceremony, as John Cusack showed up to put on a puppet performance, and then was told that there was a portal to the side of the stage that he could enter, so he did... but it was a joke, he just got slimed.
Haha, yeah, that bit is always funny to me. I'm never gonna stop. What else do I usually type about? Oh, how about sequels? There's never going to be a sequel to Being John Malkovich. Well... not officially, anyway. Depending on who you ask, there already is a sequel to Being John Malkovich. There is an internet theory that Jordan Peele's Get Out is a secret sequel. Let's examine the evidence compiled on The Ringer. Plausible? Sure, in the "barely" sense that all internet movie theories are. Also kind of annoying in the same sense that all internet movie theories are. I do enjoy picturing Catherine Keener getting bamboozled by a random journalist who believes this theory.
Don't I usually do a "Does This Movie Hold Up?" section? I guess sometimes I do. There's nothing about this movie that doesn't hold up, unless you are counting the R-word bit (I guess I should count that). I guess Lotte's sexuality is treated more as a joke than it might today? Though it's also not the butt of the joke either. I.e. it's not like Craig is "disgusted" by the fact that Lotte is in love with Maxine or whatever. But also maybe that whole idea not fleshed out to the degree such a subject deserves? It's probable that I'm grasping at straws here and that I should just put this fucking blog post out of its misery as soon as possible.
FINAL THOUGHTS
Wikipedia has a section this movie's page, toward the bottom, titled "Analysis." If you are looking for answers, you'd think this would be a good place to start. Here's the gist of the analysis: "The film has been described as quite strange and confusing with many unexpected turns being presented." When fucking Wikipedia doesn't even know what this movie is about, then you're probably not going to find many answers elsewhere. But that doesn't matter, right? A movie can just be a great movie, right? Probably. Maybe. We'll see. Let's see what else the Never Seen It list has in store.
GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5.
NEXT TIME: We're watching Ben-Hur, which is apparently not what I thought it was (I got it mixed up with the rat movie Ben, shit!).
Being John Malkovich
1999
When I started taking movies seriously—I guess you can consider this moment around the 2018 Academy Awards (yes, I know, it wasn't that long ago)—I decided that I would consider a movie to be "great" if 1) it stayed interesting through its entire run (this one is obvious), and 2) it served some higher purpose, making me think about it even after the credits rolled. I'm starting to find that maybe there are too many exceptions for this two-part rule to be considered a good way of going about thinking about films in a critical manner.
Enter Being John Malkovich, a batshit crazy movie that absolutely kept me interested during every moment, but doesn't seem to exist for any purpose other than to be weird. If we're asking "What's the point?" then I think the answer truly is "to be weird." That's it! And the best part about it is that I really, really enjoyed Being John Malkovich, even though it does not serve any higher purpose. This makes me think that maybe great movies don't need to do that. They can just exist for your enjoyment/bafflement, and that can be it. That's okay!
Let's talk about what happens in this movie, and you can tell me if I'm missing something. There's a guy—played by John Cusack—who is a fantastic puppeteer, but, ya know, needs to pay his bills, so he gets a job filing papers in a bizarre office where the ceiling is five feet high. Behind a filing cabinet, our protagonist finds a portal that leads directly into John Malkovich's mind. That's John Malkovich, the actor, playing himself in this movie (or at least a fictional version of himself).
It only gets more bizarre from there, to be honest, but I don't want to spoil anything. Not that there could be anything to spoil; there's not a "twist ending" or anything like that. It's just that the movie is so whimsical, with so many little touches of dreamlike quirkiness, that to describe it in hard blog prose would be to suck the joy out of it. It's like going through a haunted house—of course there's a dude dressed like a werewolf hiding behind that coffin, this is a haunted house for christ's sake, but who wants to be warned about it beforehand? Let's just let you enjoy the ride.
So that's it though, right? That's how I would've tried to justify the "greatness" of this film according to my strict (arbitrary) guidelines. "I don't know what this movie is 'about,' but because it's so weird, I've been thinking about it anyway." The higher purpose is that there is no higher purpose, and so on. I guess that makes sense? But I think I'd rather just accept the fact that there are great movies that don't adhere to your stinkin' rules. I shouldn't have to use pretzel logic to justify the quality of a film.
Maybe you could also try to make something up about the purpose of this film. Who's going to question you? Especially here on Puke on Your Birthday? I read somewhere that Being John Malkovich "symbolizes Hollywood." Maybe I could say that in order to justify BJM's greatness. "You see, it's a commentary on the way we use actors as puppets for our own amusement." There might even be something to this theory! And who the fuck am I to dismiss the theory? If it helps you sleep at night, then feel free to see Being John Malkovich as some fable about the Screen Actors Guild.
I would only argue that it's not really necessary to stretch the movie beyond where it's already been stretched. I'm comfortable in admitting that this is just a wild ride and it was thrilling to be able to hold on tight as we hit those drops. At least, I'm comfortable now. No need to make this anything more than it is: simply great.
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"And for the color, uh... periwinkle?"
I can't possibly let a blog post end like this. And I almost did. Like, I almost literally ended it by saying that Being John Malkovich (of all fucking movies!) had no further questions, and certainly no answers, and that it wasn't worth thinking about too deeply. I wasn't even going to write the "Who's Involved" section or anything like that. Guys, these Never Seen It posts take so much out of me. It's overwhelming to think that I have to write 187 more of these. And I'm currently (as of this writing) busting my ass to catch up before I go on a Wildwood vacation that I am currently on (as of this/your reading), and it was so tempting to just say fuck it and leave my write-up for Being John Malkovich in a ditch by the New Jersey Turnpike.
But I can't. I just can't. I can't be like Charlie Sheen in this movie, who is told by his friend John Malkovich that someone is inside his brain and that the girl he is seeing is only seeing him because of that person controlling his brain, and Sheen simply responds "that's hot." The fact that this is Charlie Sheen must be significant. I can't possibly want to follow Charlie fucking Sheen's lead on this one.
No. I have to follow Craig Schwartz (Cusack). When asked what it all means, he responds: "The existence of the soul. Am I me? Is Malkovich Malkovich? Do you see what a metaphysical can of worms this portal is?" And even though the script undercuts the importance of this by letting a somewhat pathetic, flopsweat-drenched ne'er-do-well express this heightened philosophy, I still, at my core, believe it to be the right response. Being John Malkovich isn't just a "wild ride." There's more to it. It's about the motherfucking soul. It's about EVERYTHING.
For what it's worth, Charlie Kaufman has never really said "Being John Malkovich is about ___" as far as I can tell. He never talks about what he wrote, but more so how he wrote it. This tracks: as a screenwriter, you are a storyteller, and what is the creation of Being John Malkovich but just another story? He talks about what it was like writing for TV shows and using someone else's voice, and then finally finding his own voice by writing a script that he didn't think anyone would ever make. He calls storytelling "dangerous" while implying that he is courageous enough to take his storytelling to the big screen. He acknowledges that story within Being John Malkovich is bold and varied. But he never really digs into what he meant to really say when he was telling that story.
But maybe the point of telling the story of making Being John Malkovich is that it is a story that runs parallel to the story within the film Being John Malkovich. This is a story of a group of people whose lives, they feel, are so mundane that they'd rather be inside the head of a famous actor as he orders bath towels for fifteen minutes than be stuck inside their own heads at all. Maybe the point is that Charlie Kaufman was one of the mundane, and that he too found some mysterious purpose by entering the mind of John Malkovich, not through a literal portal, but a script that acts like one anyway.
Maybe I am one of the mundane as well. Say that we, audience, don't really have to know how the portal works, just like we don't really have to know what the film "means" or "is trying to say." We just know that such a portal, and such a film, are a means to escape, for a little bit of time (either fifteen minutes or just under two hours), away from who you are, and into the head of an actor or director or writer, a way to explore the weird interiors of their brain and turn off your own at the same time.
You could extend that explanation to all great movies. Maybe those original two points are one in the same. A movie has to make you feel something, sure, but isn't that feeling itself the part that matters after the movie ends? That you were able to feel something means that you were changed in some indescribable way, forever. A great movie does that. Being John Malkovich is great.
Okay, I guess that'll do for now.
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Who's Involved
It's tough not to immediately mention the titular character/actor, but it's probably more important to mention the screenwriter and director team in this section first, and then continue to the actors.
Obviously, this is a Charlie Kaufman enterprise. As mentioned above, it was his first. And it's really not that large of a filmography in the past 20 years! He has seven writing credits on major motion pictures (with two more soon to be released). But among them are some very heavy hitters—Adaptation. (already covered on this blog in a roundabout way), Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (was at one point going to do a Your Favorite Movie interview for this one, COVID kinda put the kibosh in that), and Synecdoche, New York (I've seen this one before, so it's not on Never Seen It, but man, I could do with a rewatch, since I was definitely too young and stupid to get even 1% of what the movie was trying to say).
The point being that, to those familiar with film, you can say "this movie was Kaufmanesque" and they'd know what you mean. His scripts usually question life within a metaphysical framework, and often take absurd ideas as far as logic will allow (and sometimes past that too). I found it really interesting to hear Kaufman himself comment on this legacy: "I’ve seen critics say 'This is a Charlie Kaufman–type movie, and so-and-so made it,'...and it’s like, why do they get to make Charlie Kaufman movies and I don’t? I think about that all the time." It must be weird to be too weird for Hollywood.
Director Spike Jonze seems to have escaped being branded as "too weird" by doing a lot of other shit before Being John Malkovich. This dude cut his teeth on MTV, directing music videos that were cool enough that not even Being John Malkovich's worst detractors could take away the built-up cred. Jonze directed "Buddy Holly"! This was the first music video that I ever saw. I mean, I saw other music videos prior, I'm sure, but this was the first one I was ever intimately familiar with (it's possible that, since the video was included on the CD that arrived with Microsoft Windows 95, a lot of people have a similar story).
I mean, shit man, what a fascinating resume. Grammys for music videos, Oscars for films, director for dozens of skateboard videos and commercials. CO-CREATOR of motherfucking Jackass. There's a jack of all trades and there's a master of one, and then there's Spike Jonze.
This is just me praising him just based on reading his Wikipedia page, don't mistake me for some Spike Jonze superfan. Until I was told he had a cameo role in The Wolf of Wall Street during my preparation for that film, I used to think that he and Spike Lee were the same person. Out of the thousands of ways I am proving to you in this column that I am not a movie buff, that should be the most outlandish example.
The man has a pretty fascinating romantic history as well—again, this is just according to Wikipedia, I'm not presenting myself as a gossip column expert—but the only one that applies to our discussion of Being John Malkovich is his marriage to Sofia Coppola, another film director, whose father is Francis Ford Coppola, who you may remember from Apocalypse Now. (I swear I'm not doing this to build a "six degrees" type thing, there's a point to this.)
They were together from 1992 to 2003 (they met on set while Jonze was directing Sonic Youth's "100%"), and I suppose in 1996 or so, Jonze's girlfriend's dad read a script about a portal in John Malkovich's mind after some crazy unknown scriptwriter sent it to him. FFC passed it along to his daughter's boyfriend, who was looking to get into major motion picture filmmaking at the time.
So is this an act of nepotism? Or is this just genuinely how Hollywood has always operated, and I shouldn't think too much about it just because a famous director was helping his son-in-law get his foot in the door? I think I'm just gonna throw these questions out there and not worry about them too much at the moment. We will definitely get back to this subject in a year or so, when we get to The Godfather III, a film that apparently stars Sofia in a somewhat more brazen example of nepotism. (We won't see S. Coppola again in a directorial role, and I don't really feel bad about it, because she directed the total shitshow that was the Bill Murray Christmas Special a few years ago, fuck 'em all.)
Hey, let's write about some actors. One of the stars of this movie is someone I had never heard of before... what was his name? John something.
I was surprised to learn that the titular role of "Being ____" was always John Malkovich, according to Charlie Kaufman. There was never anyone else seriously considered, even before Malkovich himself was aware of the script's existence. Apparently, Kaufman just liked the sound of his name, and considered it an integral part of the joke. John Malkovich had some understandable concerns with the role—if it was uber-successful, then he might forever be associated with this movie, and if it bombed, then his name was right there in the marquee.
I don't think that I am as attached to the joke as Kaufman is (for example, Malkovich suggested that maybe Kaufman should change it to "Being Tom Cruise," which I think would've been equally fascinating, but Kaufman was insistent), but I was definitely more interested in finally watching this movie due to the fact that it was about an actor I was not familiar with at all (i.e. it's why this movie ended up on Never Seen It). I didn't even know if John Malkovich was a real person.
He is, and he has a very extensive filmography, one that I am not familiar with AT ALL. He has had an acting role in over 70 films, and I've seen a grand total of two—Con Air, and Adaptation. (the latter being a cameo role, as it features a scene where Nicholas Cage, playing Charlie Kaufman, is filming Being John Malkovich). Had I not been completely baffled by The Young Pope, I might've made an effort to watch him in as the titular role in the sequel series, The New Pope, but it hasn't been high on my priority list (though next Sunday's Record Club selection was inspired by The New Pope apparently, so we'll see what comes of that).
Malkovich is only fourth-billed in this movie. John Cusack gets top billing with a pretty great performance. What's so good about his role here is that he gets to play it with that same awkward charm that he perfected in movies like Say Anything..., but here it's dirtied up and soured to a degree that the awkwardness is actually uncomfortable, instead of just cute. This dude is a loser, and you don't want him to win.
Cameron Diaz plays his (bisexual? transgender?) girlfriend (whom he locks in a cage, jeez this movie gets a little dark). Now this is an actress who is ubiquitous in pop culture, no? You don't have to be a movie buff to know who Cameron Diaz is. Which is why I was surprised to see that she hasn't acted in anything since 2014. I guess I had missed her 2018 announcement that she was retiring from acting. On the one hand, good for her, I can't imagine any part of Hollywood is good for one's soul. On the other hand, what's the over/under for when she returns to acting. 2022? Or is COVID fucking up the betting line?
Catherine Keener is so good in this movie at playing the inscrutable minx. You know how there are certain actors and actresses whom you will always think of as the first role you saw them in? For me, Catherine Keener will always be the romantic partner in The 40-Year-Old Virgin, for better or worse. But so I'm familiar with her as quirky and optimistic from that role, and it was fascinating to see her play someone who was still quirky, but in a dark, pessimistic, sexy way. Looking at her filmography, she definitely seems to have a loyalty to Spike Jonze. She's even in Jackass Presents: Bad Grandpa! (Because Jackass Presents: Bad Grandpa is not on the Never Seen It list, we won't be seeing her again in this column.)
Not much to say about anyone else. We already mentioned Charlie Sheen's great performance as himself (I guess this is technically the second movie during Never Seen It featuring Charlie Sheen, if we're counting cut scenes). Orson Bean does a decent job as the strange profane boss and eventual hivemind leader (took me a minute to find out that I recognized him from the "Slapsgiving" episode of How I Met Your Mother). You might recognize Mary Kay Place from The Big Chill. I did not recognize "First J.M. Inc. Customer" as W. Early Brown until I saw his name in the credits—that's Dan Dority!
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IMDB Trivia
The best and the worst and the worster of Being John Malkovich's IMDB trivia page.
BEST: "Cameron Diaz's makeup artist Gucci Westman described styling her in her role as 'a challenge, to make her look homely.' The script included minimal physical descriptions of characters, and when Diaz took the role she did not know that 'people weren't going to recognize me.'" I like how this piece of trivia leaves it open whether Diaz was upset about the makeup. I also like how everyone is clearly padding Diaz's ego by saying shit like this; yes, Cameron Diaz is very attractive, but c'mon, you could totally tell it was her.
WORST: "Willie Garson (Guy in Restaurant) improvised the scene where he encounters John Malkovich and says, 'You were really great in that movie where you play that retard.' According to Garson, director Spike Jonze had instructed Garson to use the word 'retard' as many times as he could." Besides the fact that it's not okay to use that word anymore, let's talk about the fact that it wasn't truly improvisational if Jonze was giving him direction?
ALMOST CASTED (WHO THE FUCK CARES): "The original script has Kevin Bacon in place of Charlie Sheen, as Malkovich's actor friend. John Malkovich recommended Sheen for the part." Who the fuck cares? (Okay, maybe we would've had an extra card in our pockets while playing Six Degrees to Kevin Bacon if that happened, but for real, who cares?)
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The Rest of the Other Bullshit I Usually Talk About Here
Clearly I'm not very invested in this blog post. I'm sorry. I'm down the shore, it's tough to care about anything here. But out of a sense of obligation, let's type another 500 words and call it a day, alright? We can talk awards if you want. Here ya go.
Being John Malkovich did not earn a nomination for Best Picture (despite Roger Ebert threatening suicide if it didn't happen). This was the year of American Beauty, a film I've never seen, and have no immediate plans to because of the whole Kevin Spacey thing (maybe I'll watch it eventually). The Sixth Sense was nominated that year too, which seems like it should've won the award, based on how much I marvel that movie even a full 20 years later. The Green Mile was nominated too—we'll be watching that film in this column eventually.
BJM did get a couple nominations though! Jonze, Kaufman, and Keener all were nominated. The first two lost to American Beauty, the third to Angelina Jolie. Kaufman, to me, feels especially robbed, but don't worry, he eventually won for Eternal Sunshine.
Spike Jonze's nomination was strange to begin with—rare is it that a director gets dominated when the film itself does not. He was nominated for a bunch of other awards that year, and won some of them, but I'm most interested in the MTV Movie Award he won for "Best New Filmmaker." This reads to me the same as when an artist who's been around for ten years wins "Best New Artist" at the Grammys. Didn't Jonze make a ton of music videos for MTV in the '90s? Was this award more of a legacy award for all this work in the music industry? Am I asking way too many questions about the fucking MTV Movie Awards?
As always, we examine the Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Awards. Being John Malkovich was not nominated for anything. Not even Favorite Animal Star! This movie has a monkey! C'mon! Fuck you Salem from Sabrina the Teenage Witch!!! Goddamn, I fucking love this awards show. Big Daddy won Best Picture! Beating the Pokémon movie!! "Wild Wild West" by Will Smith won TWO awards! Donkey Kong 64 was nominated for Best Video Game (that game has not aged well at all)!! I could go on, but I'll stop short because the Yankees baseball team won an award, and I want to be happy, not sad. Thankfully, Being John Malkovich did have a large presence at the ceremony, as John Cusack showed up to put on a puppet performance, and then was told that there was a portal to the side of the stage that he could enter, so he did... but it was a joke, he just got slimed.
Haha, yeah, that bit is always funny to me. I'm never gonna stop. What else do I usually type about? Oh, how about sequels? There's never going to be a sequel to Being John Malkovich. Well... not officially, anyway. Depending on who you ask, there already is a sequel to Being John Malkovich. There is an internet theory that Jordan Peele's Get Out is a secret sequel. Let's examine the evidence compiled on The Ringer. Plausible? Sure, in the "barely" sense that all internet movie theories are. Also kind of annoying in the same sense that all internet movie theories are. I do enjoy picturing Catherine Keener getting bamboozled by a random journalist who believes this theory.
Don't I usually do a "Does This Movie Hold Up?" section? I guess sometimes I do. There's nothing about this movie that doesn't hold up, unless you are counting the R-word bit (I guess I should count that). I guess Lotte's sexuality is treated more as a joke than it might today? Though it's also not the butt of the joke either. I.e. it's not like Craig is "disgusted" by the fact that Lotte is in love with Maxine or whatever. But also maybe that whole idea not fleshed out to the degree such a subject deserves? It's probable that I'm grasping at straws here and that I should just put this fucking blog post out of its misery as soon as possible.
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FINAL THOUGHTS
Wikipedia has a section this movie's page, toward the bottom, titled "Analysis." If you are looking for answers, you'd think this would be a good place to start. Here's the gist of the analysis: "The film has been described as quite strange and confusing with many unexpected turns being presented." When fucking Wikipedia doesn't even know what this movie is about, then you're probably not going to find many answers elsewhere. But that doesn't matter, right? A movie can just be a great movie, right? Probably. Maybe. We'll see. Let's see what else the Never Seen It list has in store.
GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5.
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NEXT TIME: We're watching Ben-Hur, which is apparently not what I thought it was (I got it mixed up with the rat movie Ben, shit!).
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