Movies

This evening, Caroline and I went to the Harkins Camelview Theatre to see the Korean film Oldboy.

We both enjoyed the movie, getting dragged into its twisted plot and creepiness. This was a movie you won’t see coming from America, and most Americans should probably avoid it as it would conflict with the majority of viewers’ sensibilities. Four out of five stars.

Last weekend, we were in Tempe to see the Bollywood movie Kaal, which was an absolute dud. Too bad as it was produced by Shah Rukh Khan and Karan Johar and starred Ajay Devgan, a favorite of ours, but the writing, the dialogue, and the acting were all third-rate. Boring.

Two weeks ago we went for Kung Fu Hustle from Stephen Chow. Stephen Chow is the Director/Actor who is definitely high on our list of favorites. From what we have seen from his previous efforts, such as Shaolin Soccer, God of Cookery, A Chinese Odyssey, and King of Beggars, it was a given that we would go see his newest release. Very interesting film, a sort of rock and roll spaghetti western opera of Shaolin Kung Fu meets Gangs of New York. I will probably watch it again when it is released on DVD.

Finally, a week before seeing Kung Fu Hustle, we watched Sin City. A gritty yet beautiful rendition of Frank Miller’s comic stories pulled together by Director Robert Rodrigues, whose films From Dusk Till Dawn, Desperado, and El Mariachi were great breeding grounds for his work on this film. Not a great movie, probably won’t watch it again, but it was well worth the cost of entry for a good night of entertainment.

May Day

Today is May Day, and more than 5.9 Billion other people on the planet know that, but here in America, May Day means nothing. May 1st is the day of the working class. American workers do not consider themselves working class; if, in fact, they are, they latch onto being middle class, even when poor, unemployed, or disaffected.

This day is celebrated as the day the working class won the struggle for the eight-hour day. While this day was born through labor disputes, the end of slavery, and the Civil War here in America when in 1872 workers won the right to work only eight hours, it is the empowerment of labor that smacks of Communism, and so May Day in the United States is more a Socialist event than a reason for any type of celebration.

Instead, America is waiting for the now more famous Cinco De Mayo or May 5th when it’s time to hit the Mexican restaurants to get drunk like on St Patrick’s Day. The day could just as well be referred to as Margarita Day. That this upcoming Mexican day of observance for the conquest of Mexican forces over the French in a battle on May 5th, 1862, is of no consequence to us party people.

Oh, and St Patrick’s Day, or “Get Smashed While Wearing Green Day,” is a Roman Catholic feast day celebrating Saint Patrick of Ireland who lived from 387 to 461 – what are we drinking for here?

What is it? – My Impression

From the film "What is it?" by Crispin Glover - Copyright Crispin Glover

The movie “What is it?” it and this is a big swing could be described briefly as an absurdist look at control, reality, good, evil, normal, and abnormal. My take on this surreal jaunt into dislocation is that this may very well be a synopsis of how Crispin Glover might see the media, its role, and its effect. You should stop reading here if you are going to see this film!

Simply put, the movie looks at layers of control, of who is really at the top and what is the ultimate outcome on those below. This begins with the “pearl” in the clamshell as our true earthly power; he is the majority shareholder of the corporation. Naked and twisted and without visible authority, others are acting on his behalf. Those others are weak, ineffectual monkey mask-wearing slaves crawling in and out of their holes, making offerings to the corporate benefactor; these are the producers, studio chiefs, and CEO. Next in line is the Director, played by Crispin Glover. The fur-clad dude who, when required, will bow down to the corporate chieftain but more typically surrounds himself with yes-men and women waiting for him to take an interest.

The succession of power continues to flow downstream as our Director, from afar, seems to control the actions of our main characters, an ensemble of Down Syndrome people Crispin has brought onto the silver screen. With the same voyeuristic intensity and curiosity, we stare at the details, guiltily we can’t help but study their disfigurement, and we hang on to their utterances, which, for the most part, are incoherent. The analogy here is I think Crispin is showing us our idols, our Hollywood stars, himself.

Finally, at the bottom of this ladder are the snails. Those things move too slowly to escape even the slow reactions of these Down Syndrome characters who have ultimate control over and exercise that control over the snails through acts of childish, innocent cruelty. Not really aware of how cruel but damaging to the point of killing that thing which they hold close momentarily.

The message ends up being that the twisted corporate grotesque figure who emerges from luxury plays back a repeating message of ignorance, which he himself helped create but is now forced to repeat again and again. The Director pushes his actors to be the spectacle so that the audience is under its grip while, through their own innocence, poisoning and thus killing those who have no voice below them – the masses, the spineless audience.

Thus, the film is a mirror of corporate control pushing an agenda of stupidity via its studio, who use its Directors to create the spectacle where we are forced to watch these celebrities even as they unwittingly destroy us (our intellect) with their banality and apparent innocence.

As for some of the Nazi symbolism, my take here is that symbology used for control we construe as good or bad, and as the swastika is typically a negative, Crispin short circuits us by throwing a symbol we immediately identify as evil. I believe the intent here is to make the audience think about how they see these symbols. The swastika behind the image of Shirley Temple is a perfect juxtaposition where we can annoy ourselves with the merging of the ugly and the cute, but what he really shows us is that if we replace the swastika with a dollar sign, then the image and symbology is acceptable. While Hollywood doesn’t overtly use the dollar sign, it effectively does so in its use of designer clothing, expensive cars, well-furnished homes, and the gratuitous display of a wealthy lifestyle that smacks of dollars. Hence, our image of wholesomeness isn’t questioned when we look at the brute force induction of our senses into consumerism, but in the dark world of Crispin’s view, you see the naked aggressiveness of symbolic manipulation for what it is – ugly manipulation meant to make you squirm.

The Johnny Rebel song is another bone in the film that rattled a few cages. For me, this is a brilliant use of song to demonstrate institutionalized hatred. Crispin has the guts or luck to have stumbled upon using this to tell his audience that yes, we use stereotypes, ones that are meant to infuriate, but that we can package it into parody or use it in such a way that you won’t understand precisely what and why it was used, but there is this undercurrent of hatred that can and is used for the sake of manipulation, but do you really care enough to speak up?

The role of god is played by Shirley Temple. God floats in the form of a doll on clouds aloft to calm the artist as conflicts with the desires of the corporate vision interfere with the Director. If, as you watch this film, you replace the images on the chair of Shirley Temple and swastikas with that of Jesus and dollar signs, you may better understand the context of the idol, symbol, meaning, emotional suspense, and intellectual manipulation, both here for shock value and as used subliminally by mainstream media.

The man in blackface is the ego of our audience. Vulgar in his appearance not only due to the blackface, which is sure to offend, but because he wants to look like everyone else, and if urbanized invertebrate is what is ‘in’ at the moment, so shall he become it. He is reducing himself to be as insignificant as the snail – using makeup, injections, desire, and possibly other means to become the idealized version of what he thinks he should be instead of coming to be and knowing one’s real or true self.

The movie does not come over this cleanly; it is rough, raw, in a sense violent, pornographic, and quite disturbing, I’m sure, to many people who may stomach its entire 90 minutes. Oh, and this is part one of a trilogy.

I liked the movie; it is engaging, and it may even possess elements of genius. This first impression and attempt at interpretation might very well be way off, no matter though, as, at a minimum, I believe Crispin presents this film for the sake of his audience to ask the question represented by its title, “What is it?”. No doubt, this film is a genuine peek into the imagination of a thinking artist who definitely has more to say than the scripted silliness that has been piped through him in big studio roles that are less than what an artist may earnestly want to portray.

Thanks to the management of the Loft Cinema in Tucson for taking this on, and thanks to Crispin Glover for taking the time to visit Arizona and show us his new film. Good luck watching it; better luck figuring out what it is.

View the trailer or visit Crispin Glover’s website at www.crispinglover.com

Above image Copyright Crispin Glover

Mother-in-law Comes to Town!

Jutta Engelhardt standing in front of Memory Lane near Gleeson, Arizona

This is my mother-in-law; her name is Jutta Engelhardt. She lives in Frankfurt, Germany. In the middle of May, if all goes well, Caroline and I will pick her up at the Phoenix Airport. This will be her longest visit yet with us, about six weeks.

Soon after her arrival, we are scheduled to leave on a cross-country road trip. On previous visits, we have visited Yosemite National Park, Monterey, and Carmel, California; Las Vegas; the Grand Canyon twice; Chaco Culture in New Mexico, Monument Valley, and Tombstone, Arizona; hiked in Zion National Park; and made snow angels at White Sands National Monument. More recently, we visited Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks, New Orleans, and the Everglades, snorkeling in the Florida Keys, drove the Blue Ridge Parkway, visited the Great Smokey Mountains National Park, where we hiked a short distance of the Appalachian Trail, been to Graceland, and Hot Springs National Park which is also the childhood home of President Bill Clinton.

This road trip has had more than 100 hours of planning go into the itinerary and looks like this: Drive hard and fast from Phoenix to Albuquerque, New Mexico, next day drive 825 miles to about 100 miles outside of St. Louis, Missouri. On the third day, we drive 846 miles to Ashtabula, Ohio, visiting Hermann, Missouri on the Missouri River, and the St. Louis Arch before passing over old highway 40 through Indianapolis and Cleveland.

On the third day of the trip, our sightseeing really begins as we slow down for the next two weeks. The first stop is Niagara Falls and a night in Buffalo, New York, followed by a visit to Ithaca along the Finger Lakes, then onto Vermont, New Hampshire, and then New Bedford, Massachusetts to visit the Whaling Village. Down the coast to Mystic Seaport before entering New Jersey for a visit to New York City to see Central Park and the Empire State Building.

Next, we take an early morning tour of the Statue of Liberty and visit the Amish area of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, followed by Washington, D.C., over Deleware and the Chesapeake Bay to Chincoteague and south to Nags Head, Kitty Hawk, and Cape Hatteras. We begin our trip back west with tours of the area south of the Great Smokey Mountains, continuing onwards towards Nashville to catch the Natchez Trace Parkway. After a couple of hundred miles on the Trace, we again drive west across Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas, into New Mexico, and finally back to Arizona.

Over the remaining weeks, we tentatively plan on visiting Santa Barbara and the Channel Islands, a train ride on the old Cumbres & Toltec steam train from New Mexico into Colorado, and finally, a possible return visit to Las Vegas.

Time for Reflection

Spring approaches sending wildflowers peaking out of the earth next to a cypress rung pond on a back road in Louisiana

After my two-week road trip to Florida, the purchase of our new Canon DSLR, building a new PC for Caroline, and trying to finish writing my travel journal detailing the cross-country drive, it seems as though I have had little time to dedicate to doing much more than posting my POTD here on my site. – (The photo above is from a back road in Lousiana on the way to Mississippi near the banks of the Atchafalaya River)

Maybe it’s aging, but making my way from the West to the East Coast on a slow crawl over farm roads, country roads, and minor highways, the recovery is similar to finishing a demanding book read to fast.

I thought we were having a problem with the new camera last night, which required me to return to Foto Forum for more of Joe’s excellent help. Turns out my lens is not as defective as I thought, nor does the clean sensor work simply by selecting it. Joe showed me that a piece of dust had penetrated the inner sanctum of the body and had lodged itself on the image sensor, normal, I am told. A puff from a Hakuba Super Blower bulb from Joe’s expert hand and the camera is back to perfection.

For my $9 purchase, Joe invested more than a couple of hours walking me through various lens configurations familiarizing me with the why and why not of particular choices in choosing our next lens.

While Joe and I go through the motions, a gentleman on my right excuses himself and enters our conversation; he is Hal Byron Becker. Mr. Becker was a programmer before what he claims is retirement; he is now a professional photographer although I think he may not agree with this title, he calls it a hobby. Mr. Becker not only has a tremendous eye for photographing people he has a sharp mind for the intricacies of the dynamics and methodologies of digital photography and raw image manipulation.

If I can continue with my run of good luck, Mr. Becker will share some of his knowledge with me as he has offered to. Along with Joe’s help and the support of his employer, I am more certain today why I have continued to buy photography equipment from Foto Forum for the past six years. Thanks, Joe, Foto Forum, and now Mr. Becker too.

Caroline’s new PC is quietly humming along, so next week, I should be able to finish reconfiguring her old 2.8 GHz P4 with 1GB RAM for myself. After a week of shooting 8MP jpg and the odd raw file, we will, I am certain, be looking at building a 1TB image storage computer within a year.

As for the Florida travelogue, I am on my 33rd unedited page with a little more than three days of the trip left to write about. Over the 15 days and 5,988 miles, I shot 1,546 photos, which I will begin posting as soon as the story is finished being edited.

From last year, I am going to make another pass over the text of a trip Caroline and I took with our friend Jay Patel from Phoenix to the Tetons, Yellowstone, Theodore Roosevelt National Park in North Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Iowa, Nebraska, Kansas, and New Mexico. We shot almost 1,900 photos, and I hope to glean two to three hundred of the best for the story.

In a bit more than a week, I will turn 42 years old; I don’t know that I could be any happier. It is a great time of life right now – wow!

As for blog direction, if you have stumbled across this hodgepodge site, it is not necessarily for you; it is for me, it is for my wife, it is for my friends and family who might have more of an interest in my mundane life than someone looking for great blog journalism.

Last note, this photo of the day is getting much more difficult as the days go on. How many restaurants, cat photos, Caroline and John photos can I shoot?

Throbbing Gristle Live at Camber Sands

TG Live Camber Sands

I received Throbbing Gristle’s Live at Camber Sands this afternoon in the mail from Mute UK. After hearing TG Now studio recording from earlier this year I was impressed with the effort put into the recording from a band who hadn’t worked together in 23 years. Upon completing this last live gig, the band released a recording of the show 10 minutes after the end of the show; that is the CD that arrived today.

It was great to hear the chemistry of the Genesis P-Orridge, Cosey Fanni Tutti, Peter Christopherson, and Chris Carter meld after so many years of acrimony between them. Their feeling for the time is right on the mark; after hearing the new CD, I felt that they had taken the 70’s style of Industrial Music and brought it forward to 21st-century Industrial music. Instead of the manufacturing and grime of the ’70s, the soundtrack was transformed as an accompaniment to the service sector Kinko’s and Starbucks’s landscape of today.

Unfortunately, the group revisited old grounds when they performed a few songs from the old days; I suppose to keep the fans who attended the show feeling they got their money’s worth. For me, I would love to hear more of their interpretations of the current moment. From TG Now, the songs Splitting Sky, Almost Like This, and How Do You Deal are three of the best soundtracks I’ve heard this century; only X-Ray leaves me flat. On Live at Camber Sands, the band delivers a sobering show which, knowing that their good friend Geoff Rushton (Jhonn Balance of Coil) had recently died, is understandable. The mood of the performance was heavier than and not as focused as the TG Now studio or the live recording that was made immediately after TG Now was recorded. I still have a profound interest and great respect for the new recording as it is an absolute snapshot of our times via TG’s view of things but TG Now is more precise and far more prescient.

Camber Sands setlist is as follows as it is not printed on the CD and is not the easiest list to find: P-A D, What A Day, Greasy Spoon, Live-Ray, Hamburger Lady, Almost Like This, Splitting Sky, Convincing People, Fed Up, Wall of Sound.

My only wish is that this not be the last ever recording of Throbbing Gristle.