Tuesday, November 10, 2026

Never Seen It #345: Fiddler on the Roof

Tradition! Watching 500 movies we've never seen before. It's tradition! And chatting about the same episode of TV over and over. Tradition!!!


Fiddler on the Roof
1971
Norman Jewison

Part I

Sunny and I got together a few weeks ago to discuss the connection between a movie on the Film Club list and an episode of Reba that we had each seen a couple times. The following is a transcript of our conversation. Come back tomorrow for Part II, in which we dive into the Grannies Gone Wild of it all in a little more depth. Today, the focus is on the movie.

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Joe: Did you like the movie?

Sunny: I'd say I liked it. I wouldn't say I loved it, but I liked it. There were some things it did that were pretty good.

Joe: Do you like musicals in movie adaptation form?

Sunny: In general, I think just seeing three-hour musicals from the '70s, that itself was a pause for me. And then, I didn't know anything about what this was about, really. It's been in the ether for a while. A lot of TV shows reference it, I think I recognized that it's theater kid bait. I was watching it I think on a Sunday, I watched it from like twelve to five, with breaks. During the last hour, Kelsey came home, and looked on the screen, and was like, "Oh, Tevye!"

Joe: She knew.

Sunny: If I walked into this movie that someone was watching, I would have been like, "What the fuck is this? What is this old-timey bullshit?" [laughter]

Joe: So she had seen the movie before?

Sunny: I don't even know if she had. But she knew the play, the musical. Like Barbara Jean, earlier in her life...

Joe: Let's put a pin in the Reba thing for now. [laughter] If we can hold it.

Sunny: We'll see.

Joe: I definitely saw a community theater version of this.

Sunny: Was it also three hours?

Joe: I... don't remember anything. Which is funny. Like I remember being in the theater. I remember the man being on the roof, like the stage scenery roof, playing the fiddle. And I don't remember anything else. That might have been the play where I was like, I've seen enough of my friends' community theater productions, I'm not doing this anymore. [laughter] Not to say that it was bad! I just don't remember anything.

Sunny: I get it.

Joe: I liked it this time around. I also watched it in chunks, over the course of like four days. But it was easy to break it up. I actually accidentally paused it right before the intermission at one point, so when I popped it up again, there were twenty seconds till the intermission started. So it worked out well.

Sunny: Sure.

Joe: I... don't like musicals. Well no, I don't want to say I don't like them. I definitely am frustrated with the idea of adapting this thing that works very well on stage, into a movie. Despite the fact of what happened for me for Fiddler on the Roof in person, and I don't remember it—in general, when I go to see musicals in person, in the theater, I very much enjoy it. I think it's impressive that people are doing this on stage.

Sunny: There's something about the presence, and being in the presence, that elevates it, for sure.

Joe: Movies just can't capture that theater magic.

Sunny: It's a screen! Even with the movie magic.

Joe: It is a different type of magic, I think. And maybe that's why I'm not doing a Theater Club.

Sunny: Not yet, anyway!

Joe: I don't have the money for it. You can't steal a musical. I can't sneak into every Broadway show.

Sunny: But they're just giving away opera tickets now.

Joe: That's true! Opera Club. Coming soon to the blog. What else you got? Anything specific you want to talk about with this movie?

Sunny: Yeah. So I didn't know anything about it. I mean, just for the reader's sake, since they can't see us right now—we are eating at Laser Wolf in Fishtown. [laughter] Joe is in full kippah and tzitzit, and I brought [Editor's note: Sunny is more hip with the lingo than I am, I don't know what words he's using here] from home. I'm wearing a [Editor's note: see above].

Joe: I guess I had heard that what Laser Wolf was named after.

Sunny: That was the most I knew about this musical before watching it. [laughter]

Joe: It's a good name. A good reference.

Sunny: A great name for a restaurant. An okay name for a man and butcher.

Joe: I was glad that the movie didn't lean into the idea of Lazar Wolf being spurned by Tevye. They fought about it, but it was comedic that they were fighting over it. I think in a worse movie, that would've been the driving conflict.

Sunny: I mean, it would've been nice to see him find love I guess. But whatever. It's tough for Lazar.

Joe: I think... well, two parts. One, I think the idea of arranged marriages is interesting in pop culture. I don't have any personal experience with that type of culture that participates in that. You may have, with your ancestors?

Sunny: For sure.

Joe: And I only feel confident enough in bringing this up because of Yaadein.

Sunny: [laughter] Of course! It's a major plot point!

Joe: Yeah! It's like, here's a more modern movie—comparatively so—that is dealing with arranged marriages in a kind of similar way.

Sunny: Now that you bring it up... Yaadein is definitely the Indian Fiddler on the Roof.

Joe: Was that designed to be that way?

Sunny: I have no fucking idea. [laughter] Well, I think every Bollywood film is like that. Like 60% of them. It's the Hallmark movie version of Indian film. Because these ideas are so ingrained. But yeah, I definitely had that feeling of—this movie takes place in 1905, right? So it's two to three generations past... it's funny, Kelsey came home and was like, yeah, one of my college professors put this on, he was Jewish and he really wanted to talk about these characters, and he was like, you know, from my analysis, I only think this one daughter would have survived, because they might have been caught up in the Holocaust, and this that and the other. And she was like, wow, that's so somber. Then, watching the movie, Tevye was like, "We're going to New York City!" And I was like, wait a fucking minute... What was that guy talking about? Was he watching the same movie I was watching? [laughter]

Joe: Interesting!

Sunny: So yeah, they go to New York in 1910, right before the Roaring '20s, and then the Depression. Assuming they made it through that, which they probably would, just kinda squeaked it out in New York City. The oldest daughter would've come up with her kids in the '30s. Those kids would be of age in like the '50s. And so those kids would be Boomers. So you're thinking like four or five generations to today. It scans to me that that level of tradition—it took me a while to get to the point that this movie is both positing tradition as good and as something that should be kept together, and also sending it up and being realistic that the center cannot hold or whatever.

Joe: A major theme, I would say. We can get into it.

Sunny: Over five generations, I know very few people Jewish people who directly relate to this. In college I had a couple friends who for whatever reason I integrated with in the Russian-Jewish community, and even of them, maybe one in ten were very traditional, like "don't do anything on Sabbath," or have arranged or semi-arranged marriages, or at least matchmakers. Which I find interesting. I feel like the Indians are only two or three generations removed from it, so it's a little refresher. Which is maybe why Yaadein's a '90s movies as opposed to a '70s movie.

Joe: I'll be honest, I don't know anything about the history of arranged marriages. Is it prevalent throughout the majority of history?

Sunny: Yeah, I mean even something like Game of Thrones, right? In Anglo-Saxon times, even more so, with arranged marriages and the interbreeding of cousins and stuff, the Habsburgs and things? I'm not a historical expert, but from a materialist point of speculating, that after a while, after the accumulation of wealth and power became a thing, that it made sense to collectivize and formalize that through marriages and bloodlines. So marriage became very much a tool for that. And then over time, that became less important, and I think this movie brings it up, that there needs to be some other reason to get married then. So they're playing around with the idea of love. The movie focuses on the idea of "Did God create that love that facilitates marriage," or at least like togetherness and mating, with the lack of wealth and money exchange. And at the very start of the movie, in one of their songs, it mentions, wow, I have five daughters and none of them have a dowery. This sucks! And that's an interesting perspective to come at it, but a real perspective.

Joe: And I appreciate how they went to the other end of it, Tevye did anyway, where he starts realizing the role of love in marriage. And then he asks his wife, through song, do you love me?

Sunny: That was a tender scene.

Joe: I appreciated thinking about arranged marriages in that way. In that it's like any other relationship, friendship, anything that you would have with someone else. The circumstances in which it starts are less important than what happens when you keep going. So, we talk about, in our current culture, love at first sight. That's not necessarily the case in the vast majority of relationships, even with people who eventually fall in love and get married. You might have a spark, you might be coworkers for years, and that relationship blossoms into something. I thought that was interesting, thinking about relationships in general. How arranged marriages could work in that context.

Sunny: I agree completely. When you think about the Greeks—they're big and gay, right? They had, I don't know how many, six or eight or ten different words for "love," to characterize that there are all these different things. There's infatuation, versus whatever comes from marriage, versus friendship, versus the love of a father to a child, whatever. And I think that nuance is talked about a little bit in this movie, I think that nuance is lost in your Hallmark movies in the West. In the same way that every Indian movie is about arranged marriage, whether that's interesting or not, every Hallmark movie is the same, in that it's about them "coming home" or whatever. Me, Sam, and Pat saw the History of Concrete movie, [and in it, John Wilson] goes and watches a seminar about those Hallmark movies, and they're like "Yeah, these are cookie-cutter! This are how it works." Even the lady says, "This is not art. This is for money, this is to deliver a certain product."

Joe: But Fiddler on the Roof is not.

Sunny: Right, I think it's playing with some different ideas! It's not a Hallmark cookie-cutter movie. To me, I was worried that it was going to be an overly chastising nod to conservative values and how that's better. But actually, I don't think it was. It played both sides pretty fairly, and did a send-up of a lot of things.

Joe: It starts with talking about tradition, you mentioned that. They set that up as the theme, because maybe Tevye spends the whole movie starting to question tradition. Not explicitly, but the tradition of marriage, he's questioned in a bunch of different ways, to the point where it kind of breaks him with the third child. I would also argue that the conclusion of it, where they have to leave their home, is technically breaking tradition too. Against their will, obviously. But it's something that they have to accept, that they can't continue this tradition, with the Rabbi crying in the synagogue because they can't continue. The community is going to continue their tradition of religion as they see it, but a piece of that tradition is ruined. Overall, I think that the film is making the case that tradition is made to be questioned. And just that. Not that it's meant to be broken, because there are traditions that—

Sunny: That they are useful in ways, yeah. But I think "question" is exactly the right word. As opposed to dogmatically following them.

Joe: I would have assumed that Tevye would be that person, so I was surprised that he was eventually willing to consider other points of view.

Sunny: Yeah, the movie did a good setup of, what's his name, Perchik, the Communist rabblerouser from the big city, and the rest of the villagers are the foil to him, doing the conservative thing. And then you're right, Tevye is a surprising person who was able to see around. I guess partly because his daughters, and his love for his daughters.

Joe: Which in itself is a tradition. An important one, that families are supposed to love each other, and look out for each other. That's a tradition that he's able to hold onto. I dunno, all that stuff, thinking about that, and ignoring the whole "oh now we have ten minutes of people dancing..." It's the story itself that was worth watching.

Sunny: Agreed!

Joe: I put words to this recently, that I'm driven in my opinion on movies because of the story. The movies we watch in Film Club, I'm focused on the story, as opposed to the filmmaking itself. I'm still so weak in that, because I don't focus on it. Was there anything in the filmmaking that stood out to you, maybe a particular shot, this scene, or whatever, as opposed to the story?

Sunny: I mean, it did set a sense of place. This did feel like a turn-of-last-century tiny Jewish village. As it went through the seasons and customs, those felt well-recreated. Without a lot of special effects or extras. Closer to the fashion of theater, but it did work well on screen.

Joe: It's definitely being shot on... what do you call that, when it's not on a set...

Sunny: On location?

Joe: Yes! At the time it was made—I forget when this movie was made, early '70s?—the time period was just ending of movies like... Ben-Hur, what was that, the late '50s? A big, sweeping epic that was clearly on a soundstage. I feel like it was nice that a musical, which is originally on a stage, that it felt very natural to be outside. In a natural location.

Sunny: Agree completely. Just because it's not in my wheelhouse, I can't comment on costumes, choreography, singing and dancing. Good enough? But am I going to say it's amazing? I wouldn't be able to. I liked some of the bits and some of the songs. Some were totally, totally overdone. Like, "here's an easy thing to cut out." But I had no idea that the Gwen Stefani song, that it was ripping off Tevye?!

Joe: [laughter] I guess I did recognize that song from this. What was the name of that song?

Sunny: "Rich Girl"? I think she's covering another song from someone else, which is heavily sampling this song, "If I Were a Rich Man."

Joe: The songwriters of this song here, I wonder if they got credits.

Sunny: They to had to have. [Editor's note: Okay, so "Rich Man" by Gwen Stefani is a remake of the 1993 song "Rich Girl" by Louchie Lou & Michie One, which in turn interpolates "If I Were a Rich Man." Jerry Bock and Sheldon Harnick wrote the Tevye version, and they indeed gets a songwriting credits on Stefani's song.]

Joe: I don't like that. One of my least favorite songs in the past ten years is "7 Rings" by Ariana Grande, because they, ya know, with the Rodgers and Hammerstein whatever. The Sound of Music!

Sunny: The carnivalization of America.

Joe: I don't like it. I don't like it in pop music.

Sunny: Not one of my favorite things, no.

Joe: Do you think it's easy to sympathize with the characters in this movie?

Sunny: I think I can sympathize with Tevye pretty quickly, despite... yeah, not empathize though, I can't imagine being a poor, Jewish milkman with five daughters, right? But his situation felt real. And his constant bargaining with god felt earned, and real. Just from a play-development standpoint, I appreciated that in the start, he was very explicit, like, "Yeah, I'm talking to you, God. I'm complaining." And by the middle of the movie, he's sort of staring into the distance, no vocal track, nothing. And you know what he's doing!

Joe: It's definitely a good way to... fuck, what's the phrase, when you provide information directly to the audience? What's that called? I'll look it up. I'll pretend I knew it.

Sunny: We'll get it in post.

Joe: It was a good way to do... that. Fuck! What is that called? You're not supposed to do it, in good storytelling.

Sunny: Show, not tell? Not sure if there's an actual name for it.

Joe: I'm just blanking under the pressure. But, it was a good way to do it, talking to god. As opposed to, like, just talking out loud on the stage for artistic reasons. [Editor's note: I think the word I was looking for was "exposition"?] With the sympathy stuff, I think it's very easy to sympathize with oppressed people.

Sunny: Yeah, for sure.

Joe: In art, entertainment. I don't think you have to empathize with the specifics of Tevye's life. That to know what that community is going through. That there is an oppressive force that is giving them no choice but to leave their home, or die. I... won't dig too deep into it, but I was thinking about it within the framework of the Jewish faith, and how this movie would also play very well to a Palestinian audience too. It's not that they can empathize with the details of the faith, because they have a different faith. But they can sympathize with being told by a government agency, I guess, that they have to do things they don't want to do. That they have to leave their home. So I don't know! It might be interesting to get certain takes from people on it, and whether some people has different takes on it, on being able to empathize with Jewish characters. I'll leave it there.

Sunny: Alright!

Joe: That's what was on my mind.

Sunny: It's hard to avoid it. It's hard not to think about it.

Joe: You got anything else about this movie?

Sunny: Yeah, so what's the deal with the fiddler?

Joe: Hmm. Okay. I... don't know.

Sunny: [laughter]

Joe: That's one. Two, anything I can speculate about it would be me doing the whole bullshitting thing based on something saying something already.

Sunny: At least you'd be saying something.

Joe: Okay, I don't remember the exact opening, when the fiddler was introduced, but I believe it was something like—maybe Tevye was talking to god?—and he was like, our lives are like the fiddler, where we try to stay optimistic, basically. This is a symbol of our resilience, in our poor, humble lives. So that when there are difficult situations, like being told that the Russian czar is gonna be cracking down, or he's already cracked down and now you're leaving town, the fiddler is gonna be there to remind you, in a symbolic, emotional sense, that life goes on, and there are still good things, that the fiddler will be playing there in New York, when you go to live with the uncle.

Sunny: Yeah, but they'll have a naked fiddler there.

Joe: [laughter] Exactly. So that's, gun to my head... that's not an original thought, I know.

Sunny: It's as good as anything I got.

Joe: You're right, though, that that's important about, if that's the name of the movie.

Sunny: I guess I just thought that, based on the name of the movie, it would be a more important character. But he's sort of hanging out.

Joe: Did he exist?

Sunny: Right! Is he real? Maybe that's my real question. Does anyone else see him, or just Tevye?

Joe: I would assume no. I tried to make that argument in the Candyman Zoom, and no one was into it. [laughter] So I don't want to lean to hard on that again. But, like, he doesn't talk, right?

Sunny: Nope. He's just fiddling. No one else even looks at him or addresses him. Even though he's fiddlin' when they're all fiddlin' away. Fiddlin' to America.

Joe: He doesn't exist.

Sunny: Put it there.

Joe: Completely symbolic.

Sunny: And the roof is symbolic too...

Joe: Oh, and what would you grade this?

Sunny: Ehhh... 3.5.

Joe: I buy that. I'll stick with 3.5 pukes out of 5 too. That's usually the "I enjoyed watching this, enjoyed pulling some themes out of it, but didn't feel any of the elation that the true movie magic."

Sunny: Yeah, it didn't feel too deep. Not trying to cue it up again.

Joe: Okay, so.... Barbara Jean.

Sunny: Yeah.

Joe: Let's tap in.

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Please come back tomorrow for the second half of our conversation, which is centered around a sitcom character from Reba, but also continuously ties in additional thoughts about Fiddler on the Roof. I'll update this sentence with a hyperlink once Part II is published!

NEXT TIME: Excited for another Linklater film, this time A Scanner Darkly, coming to you in only a couple days.

In My Place 313

November 9, 2026. 39.95461, -75.16623. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


I think if you find yourself blaming handicapped people for an inconvenience you feel, then you should take a step back and consider what inconveniences they are feeling every day. And then take another step back and consider how stupid the layout of the Christmas Village is already, and wonder whether it's even worth it whether you can go into the stalls or not. And then take one final step back, into the street, and get run over by the car that the mayor's valet driver uses to get her to work every day on the city's dime will you're schlepping it on the goddamn train that's late again.

Monday, November 9, 2026

A Year of Blind Spots: Closer

Joe is working through a list of albums that he considers "blind spots," i.e. albums that he's never heard but feels like he should.


1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die:

After 25 years, it is almost impossible to separate the unsettling atmosphere of Joy Division's music from the disintegration of its singer's personality and sudden death. While their 1979 debut Unknown Pleasures peered into a terrifying abyss, it was still just music.

Not so with Closer. Compared to its violent, more conventional predecessor, Closer is a quantum leap. The songs stray far from the punk-inspired template of the band's early years. Where much of the dank atmosphere of Unknown Pleasures came from producer Martin Hannett's revolutionary use of digital effects, here the music itself is alien—from the strange, militaristic rhythms of "Colony" to the hysterical twisted guitars on "Atrocity Exhibition." The addition of synthesizers—notably on "Isolation" and "Heart and Soul"—hints that had the band continued with Curtis, they may still have ended up sounding like New Order.

The ambience that Hannett creates here is practically an instrument in itself. While it once provided a dark background for the band's assault, his trademark reverb and delay treatments are now part of the skeletal songs, somehow rendering them all the more stark.

But it is on the final three songs—the desperate "Twenty Four Hours" and the defeated "The Eternal" and "Decades"—where, with hindsight, one can clearly see that the boundary between Curtis' personal torment and his bleak lyrical themes no longer existed. The cover's gravestone design may have been an unfortunate coincidence, as it was decided upon long before Curtis' death, but it is hard not to interpret this grim full stop of an album as anything other than a suicide note.

Joe:

I'm not well-read on this band so I don't know if this is an original thought (most likely not), but the name "Joy Division" is an excellent choice for such a band as this. There is no joy within these songs, which makes the name morbidly ironic. That's a good thing, artistically, even though it's not a good thing emotionally or mentally or spiritually for the band. I usually have mild quibbles about the 1001 Albums blurbs, but they nailed this one: the music is dark as shit, and it is totally indicative of the well-being of its lead singer (or lack thereof).

That's always interesting, isn't it? The issue of death comes up again and again in writing about music, and it fascinates me, how death always elevates the art. It's like, obviously the tragic suicide of this (way too young) musician is a horrible, horrible thing, but technically speaking, does this not make the music more interesting? Does it not make the morbid themes hit harder? I'm fascinated just as much with our reaction to such art as I am of the art itself. I do not think that we'd be talking about Joy Division with such reverent tones if Ian Curtis had lived a long and happy life and Closer was the second of eight studio albums including a mediocre reunion album from 2013 or whatever.

That's speculation but it's based on evidence from plenty of other artists who have passed away under all kinds of circumstances. David Bowie released an album about death and died a couple days later. Drive-by Truckers found poignance in the airplane crash of Lynyrd Skynyrd. Cult '90s psych band the Olivia Tremor Control just released a fantastic album years after both frontmen died because their circle of friends were able to piece together their left-behind work. A thousand examples, Joy Division being just one of them. I think it was a bit histrionic for 1001 Albums to call this album a "suicide note," but I can't knock 'em for finding that thematic relevance within the art. That's just what we do. We look for meaning. Often times, we find the greatest meaning of all when the artist stares down death.

If you want to put all that aside, then that's fine too. Yes, the synths really do point toward the band's reincarnation as New Order. And if you're gonna insist on pointing that gun in my face, I'll reluctantly tell you that I like New Order's sounds a lot more than Joy Division's. But that's because New Order was doing new wave and synthpop, genres I'm way more amenable to than gothic post-punk. That has nothing to do with the depth of the art. Joy Division finds plenty of depth, traveling down at least six feet deep.

There was speculation in my New Order piece from this column that their first album after Curtis' death (and ever, since they renamed themselves New Order after his death), Movement, probably found some meaning in their rebirth after death (I'm still not familiar with that one, I'll get to it eventually). No speculation needed here. Joy Division was dark and deadly and that directly or at least indirectly led to the dark death of its frontman. It's all here, in the songs. Plenty of value to be found in the songcraft ("Combat" is the best), but that's not why we're here. Let's not pretend otherwise.

Listen to the entire album here:

In My Place 312

November 8, 2026. 40.07704, -75.07677. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


Let's see... July 10th was when I took a picture on this corner, before the building was demolished. That whole thing is gone. The greenhouses remain, though. Speculation abound in my family regarding why it's taking them months longer to tear down this building than the other one. My kids are spreading the conspiracy theory that they are keeping the greenhouses up because "they are simply building a better greenhouse on top of it." Which is very sweet, but can't possibly be right. No one is building greenhouses these days. Just tearing them down. A little longer than expected, but tearing them down nonetheless. It's probably because it's easier to knock down brick and then pick up the bricks and put them in a dumpster than it is to shatter glass and pick up the tiny shards of glass and put them in a dumpster. Maybe there are specialists for that sort of thing. They probably don't wanna pay glass removal people a fair wage, and that's why the greenhouses are still standing. Always comes down to capitalism, don't it? Easier to build condos and charge unfair rent than grow flowers to sell. But the kids don't know that yet. Their whole world is flowers.

Sunday, November 8, 2026

Album of the Week: II

With Record Club ending in fourteen weeks (and restarting, yes, but you don't have to worry about that if you don't want to), it's giving me a lot of time to think about loose ends that need to be tied up before we blow it all up. One of those is ALBUM REVIEWS STILL DUE. Earlier this year, Pat wrote his II review that he owed us after choosing another album named II the same week. This week, I'm having Dranders do the same. Expect two II reviews from our pal this week. After this week, we'll be down to three albums owed from friends and family, and I'm going to do my best to get those completed in time for Ralph Malph Week 420.

Record Club:

WEEK 406 — November 8-14, 2026


II
by the Presidents of the United States of America

LISTEN:
Spotify | YouTube | Bandcamp | Apple

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PICKED BY DRANDERS

DRANDERS' PITCH: "Since we're coming up on the 30th anniversary of that album!"

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ALBUM DETAILS

GENRE: Alternative rock, power pop, pop punk, geek rock, post-grunge, power pop

RELEASED: November 5, 1996

LENGTH: 39:47

TRACKLIST:
  1. Ladies and Gentlemen, Part 1
  2. Lunatic to Love
  3. Volcano
  4. Mach 5
  5. Twig
  6. Bug City
  7. Bath of Fire
  8. Tiki God
  9. L.I.P.
  10. Froggie
  11. Toob Amplifier
  12. Supermodel
  13. Puffy Little Shoes
  14. Ladies and Gentlemen, Part 2
  15. Basketball Dreams
LYRICS: Genius.com

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ARTIST DETAILS

PRONOUNS: Ballew prefers he/him/his

ABOUT: The Presidents of the United States of America formed in 1993 in Seattle, Washington. The original members were Chris Ballew (vocals and bass), Jason Finn (drums), and Dave Dederer (guitar). After finding commercial success on the back of well-known singles "Lump" and "Peaches," the band broke up. Kind of? Wikipedia lists a bunch of activity during the 1998-2000 breakup period, including a collaboration with Sir Mix-a-Lot as the band Subset (music never released, unfortunately). They got back together in 2000, released a few more albums, replaced Dederer at guitar with Andrew McKeag in 2007, and then privately called it quits as a band in 2015. Chris Ballew has remained prolific, releasing at least two solo albums in 2026 already.

DISCOGRAPHY: This is their second (duh) of six studio albums. The first was 1995's self-titled, which contains the hits. The most recent is the crowdfunded Kudos to You! from 2014.

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ADDITIONAL INFO

READING SOME SHIT: a 2022 interview in Razorcake with Ballew; this retrospective appeared on my reddit right after I got done typing up this blog post

WATCHING SOME SHIT: live in 2005, with at least a couple of tracks from this album

RECORD CLUB CONNECTIONS: This is the third RC album to be named II, after II by Boyz II Men and II by Maylene and the Sons of Disaster (not including the other album with II in its title, Train Does Led Zeppelin II).

Does anyone remember what two songs were included in the Microsoft Windows 95 startup CD-ROM? "Lump" by PotUSA, and "Buddy Holly" by Weezer. I don't know how these were selected, but I watched those things so many times they are burned into my brain.

Ballew was in a side project with Beck called Caspar and Mollusk (no relationship to The Mollusk, I don't think). Ballew also recorded with the Minus 5, which is a R.E.M. side project but also a loose rock collective that also at one point included Jeff Tweedy and Ben Gibbard of Death Cab. The PotUSA song "Mixed Up S.O.B." has a video directed by Weird Al. PotUSA sang a song called "Can't Stop (Catchin' 'Em All)" to celebrate the release of Pokémon Black and White, and this was after Weird Al also had a Pokémon song called "Polkamon" (and also after Sunny's Pokémon reference in his Meat Wave review).

This album ties for the second-shortest title, with the aforementioned IIs, as well as LP and 30 and BE (the shortest remains ÷ by Ed "Not Complicit" Sheeran). The artist name is the second-longest we've had in RC so far (46 characters, including spaces), besting the previous second-place artist, Big Brother and the Holding Company (35 characters) (the longest remains the World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die, 61 characters).

Almost forgot—I had a theory earlier this year that a new song from RC alumna Snail Mail, "Tractor Beam," had the same guitar riff as "Peaches."

MENTIONS ON THE BLOG: "Lump" has made multiple appearances on this blog, including a Top Five list, a Monthly Playlist last year, and a SSC Day 23 pick from Pam. "Peaches" was a YSC Day 108 pick from Zach, and a cover of "Video Killed the Radio Star" was a SSC Day 23 pick from Fisher.

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RECORD CLUB ALUMNI ASSOCIATION

This week's discography dive album: The Beautiful Game by Vulfpeck

This week's follow-up album: Little Miss Twain by Shania Twain and Podium by Cheekface and Hazel Eyes by Sam Smith

This week's keeping up album (probably): nothing this week, but new Spanish Love Songs is coming up next week

Listen with us! Keep your favorite Record Club artists in the rotation!

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COUNTDOWN:
69 Weeks Until Week 420

II ralph malphs

We are tracking and counting down every week from here on out till Record Club Week 420. We started this countdown 69 weeks out. During Record Club Week 420, we will be covering Donny Most by the esteemed Happy Days virgin Donny Most. The goal for Week 420 of Record Club is that it will feature 69 reviews from 69 different people. 

THIS WEEK: We are 14 weeks away from Week 420.

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Happy listening, RC family!
Have a great week!

In My Place 311

November 7, 2026. 40.07297, -75.0695. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


The most crushing feeling is getting home at the end of a busy and well-traveled day and realizing that I didn't take a photo. I could've told you about the quickest 90 minutes of my life at the head spa. I could've told you about winning a chili cookoff. Instead, I struggle to tell you about my dishwasher, which is a "place" under only the loosest of definitions. 50 more days until I wrap this thing up, until I can stop pretending I'm on Instagram, until I can go back to documenting my life in my memory and not on the glowing screen. Who's got a good daily blog project idea for 2027?

Saturday, November 7, 2026

Record Club Alumni Association — Minutes from Meeting #22: Baroness, DJ Arana, Future, Surfaces

The Record Club Alumni Association meets every week to discuss the larger body of work that our RC alumni have put together, outside of the specific albums that were covered in the main section of our club. You can follow along with everything that the RCAA has covered so far HERE.


(Deeper Dive)

Baroness

Purple — RC Week 85 — 3.5 pukes out of 5
Stone — RC f/u #20 — 3.5 pukes out of 5

Blue Record
October 13, 2009

I have grown to appreciate, even more so than I did when listening to Baroness for the first time six years ago, how accessible this band is. Music discovery is a journey, with lots of twists and turns, sure, but mostly one step and then another step and then another. You try to leap into the dankest, darkest sludge metal, and you're gonna get hurt. You need a steppingstone to get from the genres you know to the genres you don't. I don't think that Baroness intentionally set out to do this for anyone, but from my POV, it remains their greatest strength anyway. They immediately make that clear in the first couple songs, first with an intro song (not my favorite thing in the world but definitely serves well to delineate this band from their peers), and then "The Sweetest Curse," in which the vocals come in very strong but then mellow out, almost as if they are pulling back a bit to show that they can do it all. And for the length of this album, they really do do it all. You liking those towering guitar riffs on "A Horse Called Golgotha"? Me too. I'm feeling good about this one. I needed this (again).

GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5


(Follow-up)

DJ Arana

M.B.D.T EP — RC Week 347 — 3 pukes out of 5

O último anjo
November 27, 2025

The thing that was memorable—new, fresh, fascinating, however you wanna describe it—about DJ Arana's RC album was how abrasive it was. There were very few sounds, but those sounds were loud and clear and in your face. I liked it. It was way outside of my wheelhouse, but it was interesting stuff, and it was cool checking it out. DJ Arana manages to keep my interest on O último anjo by shifting the gameplan just a little bit. He's still working with very few sounds, and he's still yelling his head off. But the songs on here don't sound abrasive. They sound... haunted? There's no other word to describe it. It's like someone is playing M.B.D.T at the end of a very long, empty hallway. And it's extremely funny to hear the catchphrase (I think we figured out last time that it's "o mais brabo da tropa," or, "the wildest in the troop") repeated here but in ghostly form, all echo-y and distant and sad. DJ Arano continues to succeed under minimal circumstances. And he's pushing himself to be creative under those restrictions. He's like a chef that is limiting himself to three key ingredients. He's like the Meg White of beat bruxaria.

GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5

Mobile
July 22, 2026

The (translated) first comment on the first song on YouTube says: "I wanted to thank the person who took this guy to a rave and converted him." There's not really a more accurate way to put it. This is club music. The bass drum was important on M.B.D.T, but here it's even more so. The thumping beat is forward in the mix to a comical degree. Sometimes it feels like Squarepusher or something. There's a random-ass saxophone break toward the end. And yet it still feels like certifiably DJ Arana. Listening to his two newest albums has been an illuminating experience. Like, all of three DJ Arana experiences so far have sounds very much from the same artist, but he manages to find three distinct variations on that already unique sound as well. As our youngest RC alumnus (so far!), it's extra impressive. I'm still not convinced that this is "for me," but I can unequivocally say that being even a little bit familiar with this far-off corner of a niche music genre has made me a better music critic. What's this dude gonna think of next?

GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5


Future

Honest — RC Week 213 — 3 pukes out of 5
WE DON'T TRUST YOU — Epimemeology #20 — grade n/a
WE STILL DON'T TRUST YOU — Epimemeology #20 — grade n/a

The Real Me
July 10, 2026

The thing I struggle with—in general, but also very much specifically in this follow-up series for RC artists—is the idea of musicians that don't change over time. It's not a fair critique to say something like "this sounds like the last one." Even if that is subjectively true, then the intent behind such a statement changes depending on how you thought about the original stuff. If you like trap music, then this is gonna be a great album for you! If you're like me and grow quickly tired of trap music every time you try, then The Real Me is going to be exhausting. I do appreciate the intent of the artist here though, that this is supposed to be a clear, honest (whoops) portrait of Future as he really is, or at least really sees himself. There's value in an artist attempting to strip away layers and present the truth. The problem, for me, is that the "real Future" sounds just like the Future I was already bored with. But that's just me. Some genres aren't for everyone. I'm trying here! Like: okay, there were a few cuts on the back half of this thing that drew my attention. The vocals on "2018" sounded like a parody, and I thought it was funny in a bad way. HOWEVER, it certainly stood out. On the other end of the spectrum, you have "Hollywood," for my money the best song on this album, and that's because there's no trap beat, it's instead some futuristic (whoops) thing that you might hear from an electronic artist or video game OST. But is that the real Future? If not, then does it belong here? This could be a problem if this artist was important to you. Me? I'm just asking questions.

GRADE: 2.5 pukes out of 5


Surfaces

Horizons — RC Week 193 — 0.5 pukes out of 5
Good Morning — RC f/u #50 — 2 pukes out of 5

All the Space Between
July 17, 2026

Awww shit, let the Jack Johnson-ification of Surfaces commence! My sparse interactions with this band, concentrated in two extremely brief bursts over the past four years, have forced me to admit now that I can't really remember too much about what were contained in those previous albums I forced down like poison, beyond a general tone and feel. I simply do not remember Surfaces sounding like Sing-A-Longs and Lullabies for the Film Curious George. But I could be wrong. It's not that far of a leap from whatever keyboard-inflected grade-F bro-pop they had previously and whatever this acoustic-guitar faux-singer-songwriter bro-pop is. This move is perhaps a symptom of the endemic of young broccoli-haired boys attempting to be more "sensitive" because they have found that women, being a lot smarter and cooler than them on average, aren't taking men's bullshit anymore, and have higher standards, and that ignorant misogynistic pop just ain't cuttin' it anymore, ya need to be ATTENTIVE TO THEIR NEEDS, and who better to emulate in this quest than monkey-fucker Jack Johnson?! A note to Surfaces: you can't just double-track the vocals to emulate the summer concert series singalong vibes, that's a cheat and you know it.

GRADE: 1 puke out of 5


(Random RCAA News)
  • People who are way more online than I am seem to have things to say about whatever a "spirit tunnel" is. I don't care to know about it or have an opinion on it. But I saw a video of Emmy Rossum dancing so I'm obligated to report it here.
  • Tame Impala covered Seal's "Kiss from a Rose."
  • I kinda forgot he was a Record Club alumnus so I'm like five weeks late on this, but Lane Johnson of the Philly Specials retired from football, wanting to relax instead of play on the NFL's worst team this year. Jalen Hurts, who made a cameo appearance on that RC album, is out for the season with blood clots. Philly Specials full-time member Jason Kelce, on the other hand, remains one of the most annoying people on earth.
  • For Record Club members who care about headliners at annual festivals: at Coachella next year, Tame Impala and Dua Lipa and SZA are in, BTS and Miley Cyrus are out, and Radiohead seems unlikely.
  • Apparently Animal Collective used AI visuals at recent shows? Apparently the sister of a band member has been scamming fans for years? I don't have the energy to investigate Reddit claims, but there they are.

Let us know if you'd like to join RCAA and write about any of these albums! There's a lot to discover!

In My Place 310

November 6, 2026. 39.95411, -75.17222. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


I had an incident ("incident" is way too strong of a word) this morning at the gym. I had to do seated dumbbell presses and there's a particular type of seat that I like to use, and those are aligned down a row, alternating with another type of seat that doesn't have a back so you gotta lie down on those. Every other one. It's like a urinal situation where you want to spread out as much as possible but every once in a while, depending on which ones are already occupied, you gotta pee right next to a stranger. The every-other nature of the seats I needed complicates things, e.g. this morning at approximately 5:20 AM I need to pick a seat and the only one with a back that's left is in between two lie-down benches that are already occupied. To make matters worse, the 60-something-year-old woman I've been mildly crushing on at the gym was on the bench next to it, but she had her weights spread out next to the bench so that it might appear, to any dumb hairy moron approaching, that she was using both the bench and the seat that I was walking toward. So when I got there I asked her, ya know, "are you using this?" and she hesitated before saying no, and the hesitation plus the fact that she didn't look very happy made me think that she might just be being polite, that she really was using it but I was already sitting and being vaguely annoyed is no reason to pick a fight with someone but nevertheless still vaguely annoyed, I could tell, so I asked again, "are you sure?" to which she replied, "no, I'm over here." My muscles are pretty tiny so it wasn't like I was using the chair for that long, just 3x12x20lb, takes like five minutes, but I was self-conscious the whole time, like I was breaking gym etiquette, like I was somewhere where I wasn't supposed to be.

I am a cis-het white male and that comes with privilege. I was raised in a society that is founded on white supremacy and patriarchy and rape culture. This cute sexagenarian had no reason to be comfortable around me. She doesn't know me, so she probably shouldn't be comfortable around me, as a rule. Which is fucked up. I acknowledge this. I acknowledge the world we live in. I know that no one owes me anything, and the fact that people exactly like me have shaped the world by thinking that everyone owes them everything, which is why we as a society and culture are absolutely fucked in the way that we currently are.

I know all this. I have surrounded myself with strong women and progressive friends for a long time now, and have willingly engaged in the general conversation about how we're fucked up and why, through my career and education as a social worker, through my social life, through the media I consume, it's all contributed to pulling the wool from my eyes, so that I can see clearly. I also know what I look like, large and tall and hairy and growing more muscles every goddamn day. So I know, based on all this, why my gym compadre acted the way she did in that situation. I begrudge her nothing.

But the cost of knowing is that I am uncomfortable too. I am occasionally uncomfortable being in spaces with people who are not cisgender or heterosexual or white or male, because I know what my presence means. It means danger, historically. This particular person, as well as the vast majority of people on this planet earth, do not know me at all, know nothing about me, and so the only evidence they have is what I look like, and that snap judgment causes discomfort in many situations for the other party. Knowing that, I mirror the discomfort. The incident at the gym was extremely minor but it's been weighing on me all day. I feel uneasy about it. I wish I would've just skipped seated dumbbell presses. I probably will next time, if there's only one seat left and it's anywhere near anyone besides the bald bulging retired cops and firemen that make up the rest of the gym's 5 AM clientele.

(I could try to tie this thematically to the picture of this random side street in Center City that I took as I walked back from the pharmacy for the third time this week holding medications that I've never heard of and aren't for me, but I won't insult your intelligence.)

The place I'm going tonight, which will not be mentioned here in this space on the blog but you might be able to piece it together through context clues, is actually helpful in this way. Not that I deserve to feel good or comfortable anywhere, but I am actually really comfortable in this unnamed space. It's one of those rare places where I know I belong, and will be made to feel like I belong. I'm not owed this, and I didn't earn it, but it feels nice anyway, to be comfortable in a space, because other people are comfortable with your presence. If that makes sense.

Friday, November 6, 2026

Discussion — Week 405: Panic Shack by Panic Shack


Let's chat about the album! Let's chat about the reviews! Let's chat about life! Let's chat about weekend plans! Let's chat about thongs! I'm gonna wear a thong tonight in honor of Panic Shack, who's joining me?

Panic Shack, Sunny


Cool UK pop punk that's presenting itself as-is, mostly. This is hot girl music by them and for them. Think Beaches, but instead of California (I mean Canada?), think UK outer Islands. The album flies while providing a fair density of riffs and catchy phrases/rhymes/hooks. What more does one need? I can't tell exactly where on the ironic/sincere slider they're playing, and the more I squint the less I see.  I'm fine taking a step back and enjoying an album that's just high energy fun, mostly.

Panic Shack, Kait


Wowowow. Panic Shack fucking rocks. I love their sound and their energy. I super duper love their lyrics. Talk about relatable!

Track 1 "Girl Band Starter Pack" is so fun and catchy. I recommend watching the music video, too. V good. I imagine if I saw this band live, I'd be smiling from ear to ear the entiiiirrree show. Also would love an opportunity to order "four double voddies" sometime. 

Track 2 "Gok Wan" might be my favorite song on the album. I'm obsessed with the lyrics especially "who needs brains when you've got hip bones like these."

Let's now skip forward to the real hard hitting issues addressed in "Pockets." I cannot tell you how frustrating it is that women's clothes either don't have pockets or they're too shallow to put anything in. Carrying a purse everywhere, all the time, is such a pain in the ass. Thank you Panic Shack for bringing attention to this bullshit! Rage on! 

Finally, "Unhinged" is 100 percent what it's like navigating dating apps these days.

What a good-ass album.

Panic Shack, Joe


Okay, so I'm not jealous. I'm just looking at the definitions now, ya know. Seems like we use the words "jealousy" and "envy" and "covetousness" interchangeably sometimes, but they are all distinct words, and I'm trying to figure out which is the best emotion that I'm feeling when I listen to Panic Shack. It's not jealousy, because jealousy involves already having something and being afraid that you're going to lose it due to some challenger threatening that thing. E.g. when you're in a monogamous relationship and your boyfriend is flirting with his coworker, that's jealousy. I don't have that feeling at all, in any context, let alone with a fun little pop punk album like this. It's either covetousness or envy. The former means that you want something that someone else has. The latter means that you want something that someone else has and you hate that person for having it. Panic Shack, the band, has something that I want, but I don't hate them for it. So I guess its covetousness. My affliction is covetousness. Breaking one of the Ten Commandments while listening to good music.

I'm talking thematically. Panic Shack make it clear, over and over, who they are and what they want out of life and how they operate in their day-to-day (and night-to-night) and what kind of people they are and what they value. They are young, and fun, and funny, and wild, and they live life to the fullest, and they go out with their friends and act like idiots and laugh about it later, and they love, and they love to talk shit, and they laugh about that later too, and they get together with friends and one day one of 'em is like "yo we should start a band," and they do, they start a band, and while they don't necessarily reach "commercial success," comparatively, they also made a good enough album and seem to be having fun doing it and are at the very, very least well-known just enough that a bunch of jabronis across the sea listen to their album as part of a weekly music club. I remember what it was like, to be that age, to feel the way they feel, to feel free and uninhibited and to have the space to make mistakes and take the opportunity to make those mistakes and learn from them, and laugh about them all the while. I want it again. I cannot have it. Too old. No hard feelings though. No envy. Just covetousness. Not a big deal.

So what they are presenting is the thing that makes me covet. The way that they present it involves a whole different line of thinking. Bringing up previous Record Club artists is probably not helpful for 99.9% of the possible audience of this album review, but this is how my mind works now so just bear with me.

The first artist I'm thinking about is Cheekface. I have grown to despise this band over the years, and the reason I hate them is sort of the opposite of the reason I like Panic Shack. Panic Shack has pretty decent music and themes that are presented plainly and boldly. Cheekface, on the other hand, makes tight and catchy music but the way they present their themes through their lyrics is wildly annoying. I don't need to rehash this whole thing (since Cheekface release like one album a year and I'm forced to write about each new album because I'm a self-masochist). You can basically sum up their whole thing with this word: "memes." Their whole shtick consists of arch irony using the most basic cliché internetspeak of the terminally online. I hate it.

Panic Shack doesn't do this. There's no attempts at irony. The humor and poignancy comes from their observations and witticisms about the real life that they're living. The girls are going out, and remembering to pack their vape phone keys lipgloss. They're dealing with some shitty guy. They get too drunk and they're trying to stay thin. I'm not saying there isn't figurative language, that there isn't hyperbole. I'm saying that the language feels real and true, feels pointed, lacks winking of any kind. I'm saying that this is a good thing. (To be honest, this makes me feel like the members of Panic Shack are too busy being in a kick-ass rock 'n' roll band to spend much time online, to their benefit.)

The second artist I'm thinking about is Olivia Rodrigo. I have grown to love this artist over the years, to the point that she's probably my favorite pop star (well, okay, tied with Charli XCX, but that comparison does not belong in a Panic Shack review). The contrast here has to do with a thing I've traditionally called "found drama," defined as "artists who exaggerate their own flaws for the sake of pop music and empathy." Maybe a more efficient way to say it is: weaponized self-deprecation. I actually think the whole phenomenon is pretty cool, how it manages to upend expectations. Like, this isn't a Betty Boop thing, where the female artist is presenting themselves as incompetent so a big strong man can help them and fall in love or whatever. It's more like the artist is taking ownership of their flaws and finding empowerment through that. Olivia Rodrigo and her friendly rival Sabrina Carpenter are some of the best to ever do it.

Panic Shack doesn't do this either. Not too much, anyway. They go with the classic version of empowerment, i.e. "I am powerful because I'm cool as fuck." They're the coolest people at the party, their friendship is rock-solid, and when they are decimating some fucking guy they give no quarter. Plus, great tits (their words, not mine, I didn't even look because I quiver and shrink when it the presence of cool powerful women). There's no wrong answer here, I'm just pointing out the difference. I think that maybe Olivia Rodrigo is pushing boundaries with the way she's presenting her self-characterization and what that means for womanhood, whereas Panic Shack are more content to fall back on the classic braggadocio that was already perfected by their riot grrrl forebearers and basically any hip hop artists worth their salt.

All this to say that I like what Panic Shack is doing. This was an incredibly listenable album, one that clearly achieved everything that the band wanted to achieve with it. We get a clear sense of who these women are, and what they want. We get catchy songs that don't fuck around, that are right up there in your face, presenting how it is for the band writing those songs. There is nothing new to be found here, just an immensely fun reiteration of everything that has ever worked in my favorite music and everything that has ever worked in the smart presentation of gender politics in punk music.

I'm glad that Panic Shack found themselves in a position to document life as they see it now. I don't begrudge them for one second for presenting life as an easy, carefree, never-ending party. Even though I don't have that kind of life anymore, and can't actually relate to any of it. I covet this kind of thing. But there's no going back, of course. And I'm happy to hear that people are still experiencing such joys in those particular ways, and even happier that some talented musicians were able to sing about it. Count me in, despite my covetous ways.

GRADE: 3.5 pukes out of 5

In My Place 309

November 5, 2026. 40.07325, -75.07011. See the updated map here. See all the blog posts here.


When you think of how many things
had to come together to make this photo happen,
an infinite number of occurrences
that have happened because of me, or to me, or around me—
living here
working there
leaving my car at the train station yesterday
and needing to walk
and being able to walk
and being able to work
and living
here
in the now
on this day
in this light
this beautiful light
pink sky against
red and orange and yellow leaves
—all of this
combined,
how could you look
at this photo
and not think life is worth it.

Thursday, November 5, 2026

Never Seen It #344: House Party

Yeah, I did it, I watched 500 movies I've never seen before, I might cry two tears in a bucket. Fuck it. Let's take it to the blog.


House Party
1990
Reginald Hudlin

Thanks to all those who watched House Party and shared their thoughts! Check them out below, and meet us in the comments to discuss some more.

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Sunny

How much more can one say about a movie wherein the climactic scene has the hero freestyle rapping to avoid being anally raped in a county jail holding cell by some big big guys? Riveting, groundbreaking, and fiercely unapologetic (except about a handful of things, like drugs, alcohol, and teenage pregnancy, that it's pretty apologetic about), House Party captures a real youth moment and the greater culture surrounding it. This is a culture I have never been a part of, and I leave this tale really with as many questions as answers. That said, I also yukked it up at several scenes and gags, some of the character bits are good (Martin Lawrence is here! Tisha Campbell is here! The late great John Witherspoon is here!), and we clock in at 100 min. What a strange ride 2.5/5

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Sam

We've watched several African American boys coming-of-age stories in this project (Juice, Cooley High, Love & Basketball), and this is playing in the same sandbox. But the calibration on seriousness v. fun here tips way in the favor of fun and results in an iconic romp.

That's not to say that House Party fails to grapple with real problems. Race-based policing, red-lining in housing, cyclical neighborhood violence, and general economic inequality are dealt with. As are combating stereotypes—note the (cranky) but positive male Black father figures, the booksmart Christopher, and the apparent chastity and social responsibility around sex. But that's against a backdrop to jokes about bad breath, whacky haircuts, and cranky neighbors. 

The "one crazy night" set-up works well just to get everyone moving. And that's a vehicle for Kid and Play (credited as an entity!) to have a pretty OK rap battle as well as a very awesome dance battle with Tisha Campbell and A.J. Johnson. That dance scene was the highlight of the movie for me and really captures a moment in time.

It was also funny to see Martin Lawrence and Campbell in the same movie but not as a couple. We'd have to wait a few years for Bilal to find his Gina.

My critique is that the film is a little too basic—not a lot really happens. And the actual actors are way better than Kid 'n Play. But I like fun. So I'll give it 4 eraserheads out of 5.

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Allison

House Party is one of those films that was on Comedy Central all the time in the '90s and '00s, but I never stopped to watch it. I was expecting something in the vein of Porky's or Revenge of the Nerds—a raunchy, heavy-handed comedy aimed at boys that made me roll my eyes. Instead, House Party was surprisingly chaste for a rated-R teen (and we're using that term incredibly loosely) comedy. No nudity, no sexual hijinks, no explicit drug use, and only one person at the titular house party gets drunk. And it's a guy. And they take care of him and make sure he gets home alright. Wholesome! Another notably touching moment is Kid's exchange at the end with Play and Bilal about consent and contraception. Unexpected but oddly poignant. And incredibly timely and relevant, as the AIDS crisis disproportionately affected the black community. Message!

Other things I enjoyed:
  • The dancing! Kid 'n Play may not be exactly strong leading men, but they put on a good show.
  • Tisha Campbell. No further comment.
  • The very beefy bullies played by the hip-hop group Full Force. They swung wildly between silly hapless goons and would-be arsonists, but that was fun. You couldn't tell if they were going to give you a wedgie or full-on murder you. I loved the look of the cut-off sweatshirt.
  • The way Sydney's dad called the cops "fascists." A brief thought on the police presence in the film. They didn't wield much control in the community despite being ever-present. They were mostly a nuisance.  
What I could have done without:
  • The homophobic anti-gang-rape rap scene that I don't care to write about.
In the end, I was mostly entertained, but it wasn't really that funny, and it struggled to hold my attention. I think I needed more hijinks.

2.5 servings of Dick Gregory

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Chelsea

Something to know about me: the only thing I love more than a dance-off is a rap battle. Needless to say, I was utterly charmed by this film. 

This movie is So. Much. Fun. The pace and plot are kind of loose and feel almost improvisational, and the film manages to balance about a dozen supporting characters so deftly that it has a little bit of a Diet Altman vibe. For me, it's an instant classic (if such a thing can be said about a 36-year-old movie) of the teen party genre, movies which tend to be excellent time capsules in a way few other genres are, for better and worse. (There are some R-bombs and F-slurs, but also my god, THE OUTFITS. Sharane is an icon.) There are so many absolutely bonkers quotable lines; I wrote down about twelve in the first 20 minutes before I gave up, but suffice to say from now on I will be using "Aw man, my rhymes!" any time I lose or forget something.

Robin Harris (who unforgettably played Sweet Dick Willy in Do the Right Thing the year prior) is a stone cold delight as Kid's dad. Sometimes the whole movie would kind of halt just to cut to him doing something unrelated (like fixing a fan) because everything out of his mouth was ridiculous. (Sad trivia fact: this movie came out nine days before he passed away. R.I.P. to a legend.) There are some real charismatic standouts here in Martin Lawrence, Tisha Campbell (they would later be reunited on Martin!), and Daryl "Chill" Miller (who would go on to play the English teacher in 10 Things I Hate About You, arguably a teen party classic in its own right). And George Clinton's cameo as a DJ is absolute perfection. 

All that said, it's not a perfect movie by any means. There are some pretty unusual editing choices, and Kid's performance vacillates between awkward/charming and awkward/very strange (although his rhymes are indeed excellent). And of course, there is the incredibly weird rap interlude during which Kid uses his rhymes to... distract a group of hardened criminals from gang raping him in a local jail's holding cell? Such a bizarre tonal misstep and also very very silly ("we're gonna tie your fade into a ponytail" raps one of the criminals during the number). Fortunately, the power of rap prevails and Kid escapes unharmed, leaving us all to collectively wonder what the hell we just watched. 

However, in spite of that absolutely unhinged moment, I was completely won over by the end. It has a scrappy, good-natured, freestyle energy (befitting a movie about aspiring rappers) that I found pretty irresistible. I'll say 3.5 out of 5 stars (an extra half star for dousing Reagan's portrait in Jell-O in the opening food fight scene) and leave you with one of my favorite zingers from the film: "Go home and bring me two bean pies and a pork chop sandwich, you little trout-mouthed heathen!" 

Thanks again for introducing me to this one! Such a blast!

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Joe

I know the Linklater film isn't until next week, but I did feel that some of his best films (Dazed and Confused, Everybody Wants Some!!) shared a kinship with House Party in one specific way. Yes, the plot involved kids and parties and young love and all that stuff, but the crucial similarity I saw was the way that the stakes were purposefully lowered to create realism. In the same way that the keg at the Moontower ended simply because there was no more beer, the titular party of House Party ended because the home's upstairs toilet wasn't working anymore. A lesser movie would've allowed the bullies to burn down the house. (In fact, it can probably be seen as a meta-commentary on the "teen party" subgenre, that the other bullies didn't like the fire plan and were like "yo, that's going way too far.")

The realism worked in both directions. The drama felt very grounded and real, but the potential heartfelt moments were held at bay as well, because they similarly would've felt too exaggerated. Like, okay, I have been primed to expect, after so many other movies of this ilk, that Kid was going to get home and have a genuine heart-to-heart with his father, about growing up and responsibilities and the love they share despite their differences. Instead, his dad has a belt, and the ending credits roll as Kid gets corporally punished. That felt was more realistic! No teen is breaking that many household rules and then sneaking back home in the middle of the night to be met with a heartfelt moment. That only happens in the movies!

If we are making the argument that this was a great movie because of how real it felt, then we need to acknowledge how discomforting the racial tension and violence was throughout. I felt it particularly in two scenes. The first was when Kid and the bullies were being held by the white cops at gunpoint, and the victims of Kid's hijinks refused to press charges, because they knew exactly what that would entail for the youngsters ("they need discipline, not solitary confinement!"). The second was when those same white cops caught the bullies trying to start a fire, and... took them down to the docks to beat the shit out of them? I felt like the party guests in the aftermath of that. They need discipline, not illegal assaults by a bunch of fucking cops!

But my point here is that it's been noted by many people who were young and Black in the late '80s and early '90s that House Party was an accurate representation of their lived experience at that time (for example, Philadelphia 76er Lebron James, who produced the 2023 remake based on how much he and his friends loved the original back in the day), and if that's true, then there are some pretty heinous societal injustices that are being noted as accurate. I don't think anyone watching the film has a responsibility to take action based on what you see here. It's not that kind of movie. The responsibility is only to acknowledge that this movie is the truth, in incredible ways and horrific ways.

Mostly incredible ways, though. As someone who used to throw house parties all the time, I saw so much of my former self in Play. House parties were not how they are portrayed in teen comedies. The house is never destroyed. You're not grappling over the fact that your mother's precious heirloom was shattered on the ground and you're gonna be "so dead" when they get home. Teens, by and large, are not assholes. They're just trying to have a nice time at a party. No one is malicious, and if they are, you just don't let them in, simple as that. Play had the trust in his friends needed to throw this house party successfully. One friend got a little too drunk, but he got home safely. Kid's dad showed up and stopped the party briefly with some quips, but then he left and the party continued. The toilet broke, and Play was upset, but let's be real, it was most likely an accident, and he's easily gonna fix that thing before his parents return.

I loved the way that the movie refused to kowtow to the hyperbole that this genre of film typically calls for. It was more relatable, and it was certainly more enjoyable. I just think it's rare when a movie upends expectations by underplaying it. By portraying the type of shit I used to see all the time back in the day, the film ends up showing the type of shit that I very rarely see accurately portrayed in movies. Even the interpersonal drama felt so fucking low-key and thus accurate. There was mild drama between Sydney and Sharane, over who was going to hook up with Kid. Sharane said that Sydney could have him if she was able to hook up with him on the walk home. When Sydney does just that, and tells Sharane, Sydney gives her this perfect look that says "you said you weren't gonna start shit, so are you gonna start shit or what?" And then Sharane sighs and admits defeat and solidifies the friendship and avoids all the maudlin eyeroll-worthy teen drama that would typically spawn from here in a much worse movie.

Two moments broke this rule of groundedness. I understand why both of them exist—because this movie is starring the '80s rap duo Kid 'n Play, of course you're gonna have them perform in the movie. Only one of the two in-movie performances was successful though. The rap and dance sequence at the party itself was joyful, and, though less believable than the rest of the occurrences at the teen house party, it still maintained the air of innocence that pervades the entire film. Just two friends having fun and goofing off! The other one was the song about prison rape. Much less enjoyable, and probably the only part of the film that has aged poorly. I'm coping by pretending that this is a fantasy sequence in the warped mind of a dumbass teenager.

Oh, and I wasn't a huge fan of the mid-credits sequence with the racist cops meeting their demise. Not that they didn't deserve it, and not that contemporaneous audiences didn't earn some payoff with that real and ugly strain of racism they had to endure from these white cops. It still felt out of place. It was very purposefully not real (the roof that is blown off the house in the opening credits is the thing that lands on them), which goes against everything that makes House Party an amazingly real film in the first place.

I'm not too concerned. I'm walking away from this movie knowing full well why it's considered a classic. I consider it a classic now too. House parties happen all the time, and it's so rare that they are shown with any sort of accuracy in a movie. House Party nailed it.

GRADE: 4 pukes out of 5

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Sean G.

I watched House Party and had a LOT of fun with it. Not gonna get you a proper review, I had to leave town. But I’ll give you a score. Make it 4 pukes. I really enjoyed it. Worth linking to this Criterion write-up in the comments or along with my score.

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GROUP AVERAGE GRADE: 3.417 pukes out of 5

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