Happy Three Kings day! Now go do something you’re scared shitless of, and get the courage after you do it.
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I’m going to watch Weezer’s “Buddy Holly” video, and as I do I’m going to reminisce about how hard I marked out when my 13 year-old self first saw this video back in 1994; how it catapulted Weezer onto my list of favorite bands, and catapulted Spike Jonze onto my list of favorite directors; I’ll reminisce how this video captured just how much fun rock n’ roll was back then, even though Kurt Cobain was dead, because there was still so much great music bubbling up in his wake; I’ll reminisce how this video showed me just how magically joyous a simple pop-culture mash-up can be when it’s done right, because even if Weezer & Spike Jonze didn’t actually give a crap about Happy Days at least it feels like they’re totally in love with Happy Days the way Happy Days was totally in love with the 1950’s– there may be irony involved, but it’s irony with heart.
So as I watch “Buddy Holly” here in November of 2013, I’ll be experiencing 2010’s nostalgia for 90’s nostalgia for 70’s nostalgia for the 50’s.
Mort thought that history was thrashing around like a steel hawser with the tension off, twanging backwards and forwards across reality in great destructive sweeps.
History isn’t like that. History unravels gently, like an old sweater. It has been patched and darned many times, reknitted to suit different people, shoved in a box under the sink of censorship to be cut up for the dusters of propaganda, yet it always– eventually– manages to spring back into its old familiar shape. History has a habit of changing the people who think they are changing it. History always has a few tricks up its sleeve. It’s been around a long time.
Terry Pratchett, Mort
Posted in Movies, Sick Desperation, tagged 1999, 9/11, americana, Cliff Curtis, David O Russell, George Clooney, Ice Cube, iraq war, Mark Wahlberg, Politics, Said Taghmaoui, Spike Jonze, Three Kings on July 24, 2013| Leave a Comment »
(Part 32 of an ongoing series)
I heard about a lot of bad shit that happened in Kuwait.
Sgt. Troy Barlow (Mark Wahlberg)
Yeah, bad shit happened. I’m not proud of that… Maybe Saddam is very crazy. But then you are crazy for bombing all of Iraq.
Captain Said (Said Taghmaoui)
1999 was loaded with movies both of their time and ahead of their time, but few of those movies embodied the present and future as well as Three Kings. Hollywood-wise, it was a breakthrough for George Clooney and writer/director David O. Russell. Hard as it is to imagine, there was in fact a time when Clooney wasn’t yet the mega-star we knew he’d eventually be. Three Kings didn’t exactly catapult him to the A-List the way Ocean’s Eleven did, but it did definitively prove he could be a cool-yet-authoritative leading man, building on the momentum he gathered in 1998’s Out Of Sight, and clouding the memories of missteps like 1997’s Batman and Robin.
Three Kings was also a milestone for writer/director David O. Russell, who made great films before (Spanking The Monkey, Flirting With Disaster) and since (I Heart Huckabees, The Fighter, Silver Linings Playbook), yet nothing quite like this. It can’t be easy to make a thrilling action-adventure heist wrapped around laugh-out-loud war satire; Three Kings not only pulls off that feat, it might be the best action-adventure/war satire ever.
While Three Kings foreshadows the future success of Clooney and Russell, it’s even more prescient as a sociopolitical statement. It may not explicitly predict the post-9/11 world, but the implications are there, simmering in the subtext like a cluster-bomb baking under the desert sun. Even though we knew back then that there were plenty of Middle Easterners who hated America with violent passion, Three Kings puts a human face to that hatred, and reminds us how our government’s greed and apathy could come back to bite us in the ass.
Naturally, Three Kings was utterly ignored by the Academy when it was first released. If it came out today, however, you better believe it would be an Oscar juggernaut come winter.
Posted in Absurdity, Humor, Movies, Psych, Sick Desperation, tagged 1999, American Beauty, Being John Malkovich, Catherine Keener, Charlie Kaufman, Election, Fight Club, John Cusack, John Malkovich, Office Space, Spike Jonze, Talented Mr Ripley, The Matrix, Three Kings on August 26, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Part 2 Of An Ongoing Series
There is truth, and there are lies. And art always tells the truth. Even when it’s lying.
John Malkovich as John Cusack as Craig Schwartz as John Malkovich, Being John Malkovich
John Cusack’s Craig Schwartz has plenty of sick desperation in his laugh during the first act of Being John Malkovich. We hear it when he flirts with Catherine Keener’s Maxine, the out-of-his-league co-worker he wants to have an affair with. She’ll rip his pathetic ass down like it’s her favorite hobby, and he’ll often respond with that sick, desperate, 1999 laughter.
It’s not just because Craig’s intimidated by Maxine. It’s also because Craig’s a lot like so many other notable 1999 protagonists: dispirited, frustrated, adrift, unfulfilled. (See also Fight Club, American Beauty, Office Space, The Matrix, The Talented Mr. Ripley, Election, the ensemble of Magnolia.) Like his own puppet, he’s stuck in a “Dance of Despair and Disillusionment.”
Funny thing is, Craig’s the protagonist in the most humorous of all those other movies- maybe the most hilarious 1999 movie that isn’t South Park– and yet he suffers the most tragic fate. And that sums up why, if I were forced to choose the best 1999 movie, Being John Malkovich would barely edge out Three Kings and Fight Club. Being John Malkovich is so great it baffled me with its greatness the first time I saw it, and its greatness still baffles me to this day.
It’s the type of movie you’d think would spawn a decade’s worth of imitators, like Pulp Fiction or There’s Something About Mary. Only it didn’t, really. Its fine balance of surrealism and poignancy is so perfect, it’s like the world’s filmmakers simply stood back in awe of Being John Malkovich and were like, “We’re just gonna let Charlie Kaufman and Spike Jonze handle this shit from now on.”
If the movie has spearheaded one trend of the past few years, it’s the one where actors play comically unflattering caricatures of themselves. (Jean-Claude Van Damme, Kirstie Alley, Matt LeBlanc, James Van Der Beek, half the people who’ve appeared on Curb Your Enthusiasm.) Of course, none of those actors went nearly as far down the rabbit hole as John Horatio Malkovich.
Then again, maybe other filmmakers will eventually get around to imitating the rest of Malkovich once they’ve finally finished processing it. There’s a galaxy of ideas in this movie, all zipping by at madcap speed, and a lot of those ideas really started to mushroom in the new millennium. It’s not merely about “celebrity,” it’s about the desire to attain celebrity, the emptiness of celebrity, the misguided sense of entitlement we often feel we have over celebrities. It’s not merely about the quest for immortality, it’s about how the quest for immortality is not necessarily a bad thing- although it can definitely be a very bad thing. It’s not just about the search for identity, it’s about fucking identity until identity forgets what gender it used to be.
Most of all, though, Being John Malkovich is about Craig Schwartz, and how not to end up like him. That means doing your damnedest never to drive yourself crazy from unrequited love. It’s very bad for the skin.
On paper, this probably seems like little more than a sci-fi version of a famous Shel Silverstein story. But realized as a film, with the music and the tone and especially the character designs, “I’m Here” really gets to me, and stirs up all kinds of human-like feelings.