"O.J. Simpson... not a Jew!
But guess who is... Hall of Famer Rod Carew!"

Who says we don't need another hero?

Who watches?

of personality.

Ow.

The sound of one hand slapping.

Testify

Question ball.

The colors that never run.

Made for lovin' you, baby.

He's a Complicated Man

Isaac Hayes -the baritone voice of "Chef" in South Park- recently said he was quitting the show after nine seasons, citing "inappropriate ridicule" of religion as the reason.

"There is a place in this world for satire, but there is a time when satire ends and intolerance and bigotry towards religious beliefs of others begins," the soul legend said. "Religious beliefs are sacred to people and at all times should be respected and honored. As a civil rights activist of the past 40 years, I cannot support a show that disrespects those beliefs and practices."

Evidently, the place for satire is when the show's talking about Christianity. Or Judaism. Or Buddhism. Or Islam. Or Hinduism. Or farting Canadians. Or, really, anything that's not Scientology, the religion Isaac so happens to belong to that South Park so happens to have recently ridiculed. Being the observant fellas they are, Matt Stone and Trey Parker commented on this coincidence:

Past episodes of South Park have skewered Catholics, Jews and Mormons, among others. However, according to Stone, he and Parker "never heard a peep out of Isaac in any way until we did Scientology. He wants a different standard for religions other than his own, and to me, that is where intolerance and bigotry begin," Stone told the Associated Press.

Can you dig it?

Verisimilitude

I'm no historian, but even I can't think of a time when the message of V for Vendetta didn't resonate with one society or another... and never moreso for this American than right here, right now. But don't take one citizen's word for it, take a look around. Just a few weeks ago, the British House of Commons passed a law banning the “glorification” of terrorism. Hard to disagree with on the face of it, but look closer... how chilling is that? Who defines "glorification?" The law is fantastically broad, so obviously this lack of clarity brings with it the potential for tremendous abuse of authority.

We saw V for Vendetta last night.

It's an incendiary film that constantly reminds us that the obliteration of freedom –both personal and broad– tends to start in simple, subtle, and often well-intended ways. V for Vendetta is amazing, and not just because it's a well-made, fast-paced adventure. It's greatest impact rises not from the story it’s actually telling, but in its relationship to the world we live in. Ironically, if we lived in the reality the filmmakers urge us to create, there wouldn't be a need for this film.

As long as we're mired in irony, it should be noted that -while we can argue the artistic merits of the film 'till we're alabaster in the face- arguing the message of the film effectively makes us the "them" the film warns us against.

V for Vendetta is a constantly chilling and sometimes humbling wake-up call. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, but we do have to accept that we are responsible for the actions of our government. “If you want to see who is responsible…” intones V, “Look no further than a mirror.”

I dare you.

Rube Goldburger to go.

Welcome to the bleeding edge.

Through a Glass, Darkly

"You know how much of our lives we’re alive, you and me? Nothing. Two minutes out of the year. When we meet someone new, when we get married, when, when, when, when we’re in difficulties... once in our life at the death of someone that we love. That’s it - in a car crash... and that’s it. You know, you know, we’re sheltered...."

Nancy's the best, isn't she?

My beloved wife got us tickets for the West Coast premiere of Edmond at Cinequest this almost-snowy weekend. Edmond is the latest David Mamet film... and we all know how I feel about David Mamet, right? I think it's safe to say I have an unhealthy interest in his work. In his work, I mean. I mean, his work? I have an unhealthy interest in it, yes. I mean... I dunno... he's really the Jackson Pollock of film, isn't he? He just... splashes words onto his canvas.

So... Edmond. What can I tell you? I can tell you that I think SuperMamet wrote a classic play about the dark dangerous impulses that exist in all of us, and that his adaptation of his play for the screen is nothing short of astounding.

As far as the plot goes... really, the play's the thing, but... okay. Edmond Burke (the ever-beleagured William H. Macy) visits a fortune teller who advises him, "You are not where you belong.... We all like to believe we are special. In your case this is true." This simple, cryptic statement sends Edmond down a dark, terrifying and sometimes hilarious rabbit hole. Carnal desire seems to be at the root of much of Edmond's dissatisfaction so he spends half of the film looking for love –okay, sex– in all the wrong places. Edmond's lusty quest leads him to street hustlers (No, Charlie! No!), whores and one very unfortunate pimp. Edmond is stultifyingly wary of being ripped-off or humiliated. Of course before the sun rises both befall him.

Edmond's racism erupts after a violent encounter with a pimp; this savage attack, however, makes Edmond feel more alive and powerful than ever. After failing to get lucky with any prostitutes (and losing most of his money), Edmond meets waitress/actress Glenna. She's won over by his philosophizing and agrees to take him back to her apartment. Glenna, it turns out, isn't offended by Edmond's bigotry; instead she finds the situation comfortable enough to air her own views. Eventually, and not surprisingly, Edmond commits murder and... well, I don't want to give it all away.... I can tell you this: he ultimately seeks redemption from a god he's not even sure exisits....

Edmond Burke, once an Everyman, ends up a convicted killer, thanks to his inner demons and the corruption of this modern urban life. If Arthur Miller had written Taxi Driver, it might have turned out like Edmond.

You know, David Mamet once said that his work is basically religious. I don't think I really bought that 'till we saw Edmond. Watch Edmond careen through the streets of Gotham, and gape as he searches for love, understanding and that sense of identity and belonging that the fortune teller invokes at the film’s opening... and finally cry, because for him, and for so many of us, they remain just out of reach.

"For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then I shall know even as I am known." ~I Corinthians 13:11-12

Waits 'till the Midnight Hour

Tom -“I’ll sue the funbags off anything that uses my songs to shill shit”- Waits did a television commercial?

Why, yes. Yes he did. A 1981 ditty for Purina’s Butcher’s Blend dog food entitled (ironically if you squint) “Billboard," to be precise.

Turns out the late 70s/early 80s Hell of his relationship with both Rickie Lee Jones and his manager Herb Cohen going south combined with a little ennui over his not huge success both financially and commercially may have spun the poor man’s head a little, resulting in the (real weird if you’re into his music) bone-chilling sound of Tom’s voice growling with desire “beef… liver… bacon.”

Blue pill! Blue pill! Blue pill!

Loompanics in the Street

It's a sad day indeed.

Legendary counter-culture book pushing house Loompanics is going the way of common decency, and they’ve slashed prices to 50% for a goodbye bonanza. Check it out! You may as well go on and read all about the cool stuff you could be doing to pass the time before your inevitable trip to Gitmo.

The Year of Living Dangerously

Faster than a speeding bullet.
More powerful than a locomotive.
Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Look! Up in the sky!
It's a bird.
It's a plane.
It's Superman!

Yes, it's Superman - strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Superman - who can change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel with his bare hands, and who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights the never ending battle for Truth, Justice and the American Way.

Ain't no hypin' high enough, you axe me.

Get Your Glob On.

Save Ferris

If you read this blog regularly, you know two things:

1) Strangers are scary
2) I hate Sarah Jessica Parker

Well, Matthew McConaughey and Sarah Jessica Parker starred recently as sweethearts in Failure To Launch, but Matty reportedly couldn't stand Sarah off-screen. Although they were acting in a breezy (I wish I had more excuses to say "breezy") romantic comedy, sources on the set say filming was anything but fun. One insider says, "Matthew gets along with pretty much everyone, but he basically couldn't bear Sarah."

Poor Matt recently made an appearance on Oprah, and when asked by the great one to sum-up working with Sarah, Matt struggled, and eventually came up with "Great comedic timing." He then blurted, "Very peculiar, too. Man, she's a very interesting woman. Yeah."

Matthew McConaughey is about as easy-going as it's humanly possible to be without banging the local pharmacist. So, yeah... this doesn't make Sarah sound too good. You know what does make her sound good? Sticking her nose in a wind-tunnel.

God I hate her.

But I'd Rather Get a Baldy

A mere three hours 'till the Oscars!

I know you're wondering, so here are my picks. Enjoy, and remember: no wagering!

BEST PICTURE
Brokeback Mountain

DIRECTOR
Ang Lee, Brokeback Mountain

ACTOR
Philip Seymour Hoffman, Capote

ACTRESS
Reese Witherspoon, Walk the Line

SUPPORTING ACTOR
George Clooney, Syriana (for the record, I hope George wins in each of his categories)

SUPPORTING ACTRESS
Amy Adams, Junebug

FOREIGN FILM
Tsotsi, South Africa

ADAPTED SCREENPLAY
Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana, Brokeback Mountain

ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY
Paul Haggis and Bobby Moresco, Crash (Sorry Woody)

ANIMATED FEATURE FILM
Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

ART DIRECTION
Memoirs of a Geisha

CINEMATOGRAPHY
Batman Begins (A guy can dream, can't he?)

SOUND MIXING
King Kong

SOUND EDITING
King Kong

ORIGINAL SCORE
Munich, John Williams

ORIGINAL SONG
In the Deep, Kathleen "Bird" York and Michael Becker, "Crash"

COSTUME DESIGN
Memoirs of a Geisha

DOCUMENTARY FEATURE
March of the Penguins

DOCUMENTARY SHORT SUBJECT
The Death of Kevin Carter: Casualty of the Bang Bang Club

FILM EDITING
Crash

MAKEUP
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (Sorry Mr. Lucas)

ANIMATED SHORT FILM
The Moon and the Son: An Imagined Conversation

LIVE ACTION SHORT FILM
Ausreisser (The Runaway)

VISUAL EFFECTS
King Kong

I'll report back after the show, either to gloat or make excuses.

UPDATE 3/05, later that same day:

Time to gloat!

17 out of 24! That put me 6 ahead of James (who is some sorta' award-predicting savant as long as he's predicting off the cuff at the 11th-hour) and 7 ahead of Nancy (who normally kicks my ass in these ballot races... I'm sure she'll snap out of this funk by next year's Golden Globes, and I'll be singing a different tune then)!

I've highlighted those I guessed right. As you can see, I guessed... what was it? Oh yeah! 17 out of 24 right!

As far as my misses go, okay, I knew Batman Begins had no chance, and though I'd never bet against John Williams in the "Original Score" category, I feared I chose the less Oscar-worthy of his two noms to win (turns out Brokeback Mountain's score won... go figure), and that thing that won "Best Song?" Come on, that was shit. There are plenty of, y'know, good hip-hop songs out there today, and that one we saw interpretatively danced tonight? Not one of them. The short films? Who cares. You want me to care? Make a long film... the bigger the better. But speaking of big, the biggest upset? Honestly, who really thought Crash would take home the Oscar for "Best Picture?" That one? Not my fault. My prediction (Brokeback Mountain) was fine... the winner was wrong. So really, I got 18 out of 24.

Someone owes me a light saber.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

What would you do?

Family Values: Now More Than Ever

So fine!

"Assassins and presidents invite the same basic question: Just who do you think you are?"
~Sarah Vowell