Connie and Zack: the conspiracy of two

Just a forum where my wife and I can ramble together

Monday, August 16, 2004

Garden State is stately indeed

Zach Braff's impressive Garden State is certainly a tale of that time in adulthood when you realize that you have truly changed, and perhaps the accompanying feeling that your friends have not. On this level alone, I would recommend the film. What is nice about this film is that it is a more complicated tale of mental health, past mistakes, the birth of love, and ultimately, the ability of people to take charge of their own life. Connie liked it very much, and I was a bit misty-eyed by the end.

The film drew me in with its externalization of the state of being overmedicated. Braff's protagonist Andrew Largeman is doped out of his mind on an anti-depressant cocktail that leaves him numb to the world. The camera shows the world around him zooming by while he languishes in the center of the frame, frozen in his drug haze. He decides upon the occasion of his mother's death to return to New Jersey from California unmedicated. In a scene that is also a study in feeling left behind by the world because of drugs, Largeman smokes a joint and takes a extasy pill while visiting a friend. The camera rolls the world by Largeman, sitting on a couch unable to follow a game of Spin the Bottle, at hyper-speed. Largeman thus trades one drugged state for another, with no change in the overall disassociation of his experience from the world. The removal of this disassociation through actively deciding to love and live life differently is a beautiful message of hope.

The soundtrack, including songs from The Postal Service (and covers), The Shins, and Thievery Corporation, feels like Braff raided my iPod and placed the music perfectly in the film world to accentuate the moods portrayed visually. When sound and image work together so nicely, you have the makings of a great film.

I should also say that Natalie Portman decided to act in her role as Sam, the epileptic pathological liar that wins Largeman's heart. Con and I are both glad to see her play a role that has a little less wooden dialogue than the Star War II crap.

I'm sure Connie has more thoughts on the film. I will just end by saying that I don't think the message is that a depressed person shouldn't take their medication. The story suggests that each person should participate in their own mental health, and that there is no time like the present to do so.

What a timely message for me!

Saturday, August 14, 2004

Culture Clash

There are a lot of people out there who respond to Connie and I like we're crazy when we rave about the iPod.

Folks sometimes don't get it. Occasionally, a product is so ahead of its time that people don't see how transforming it is. They nay-say, denying their unconscious desire to be caught up in the enthusiasm of the moment, afraid to somehow get burned.

Let me assure you out there still thinking about purchasing a music device of any kind: the iPod really is all that, and a bag of chips. Here are just a few reasons why:

-It's $100 cheaper to get in to the game than it was just a little bit ago, and the 4th generation is a whole lot better than even the very nice 3rd generation iPods. Now is the time!

- People talk about competitors catching up, but every single one of the competition's products has serious flaws. Take for example Sony's New Walkman, which is $100 dollars more for a 20GB starter machine with a knock-off control (look at that tiny wheel) and software with a poor interface.

-the iTunes interface is clean and transparent. There are those who value complexity for complexity's sake, and many of these type gravitate towards computing. I am NOT one of those types. I like being able to learn a piece of software on my own, almost instantly. If an application is too arcane, it makes the learning curve steep enough to drive me away, particularly if there is a simple alternative. I don't think you could make a digital music application much simpler than iTunes.

-The iPods, and in particular the Minis, are cute. I have to keep coming back to this point because it really makes a difference. If a device looks like a 80's cell phone, I have to admit it loses cool points with me.

In conclusion, I must say this: both my wife and I are listening to music more since we got iPods. I think that fact speaks volumes to the value of these little musical miracles.

Sunday, August 08, 2004

Let not the bad movie be seen. It encourages others

This afternoon, Zack, Anne, Ryan and I decided on a whim to go see The Village. Now, I admit to having quite a bit of skepticism before seeing it. The Sixth Sense was a really well-crafted, intelligent, tightly executed and suspenseful, yet deeply emotional film with compelling and sympathetic. Although Unbreakable got unfavorable reviews, I actually enjoyed it, despite the shitty ending. Even Signs had some truly scary moments. (Don't get me started on the pantry, though). But there's been a definite downhill slide in M. Night Shyamalan's films since The Sixth Sense, which I am rapidly coming to believe is Shyamalan's zenith. Now at first, the early trailers for this movie looked promising, and Shyamalan managed to corral some A-list stars that I liked - Adrien Brody, Sigourney Weaver and Joaquin Phoenix. However, I began to think about the rather precipitous drop in the quality of Shyamalan's films. By the time we tried to see it for the first time, on opening night, let's just say I wasn't particularly disappointed, although I was surprised, to learn that it had sold out, over an hour before showtime. There were plenty of other movies I wanted to see, and I could easily wait another week before seeing the Village.

After a heavenly brunch at Scharffen Berger's new chocolate-themed (of course) restaurant, Cafe Cacao (which followed a pretty fun and informative lecture/tour at the factory) we decided to kill time at the movies in order to avoid the parking sitch back home at the Crap and Wine fair. There were no Oompa-Loompas to be seen on the tour, by the way. The cafe's interpretation (spinich instead of frisée) of frisée lardon, although seemingly sparse, was absolutely heavenly with an out-of-this world shallot bacon vinaigrette. Oh, and the chocolate desserts were, of course, sybaritic.

On to the review. Caution: for those who haven't seen this, or don't want to be spoiled, I've turned on spoiler text (highlight with your cursor). But be forewarned, 'cause I'm gonna give away the entire damn thing. I don't normally do this, but it was just so bad, I had to bitch.

As you probably know, this movie is about an isolated village surrounded by a wood. The wood is inhabited by creatures that the villagers fear, but have struck some sort of agreement in which neither intrudes on the other. The creatures are monstrous enough that very few of the villagers even dare speak of entering the wood. And unexplicably, red is the color that attracts them. [begin spoiler text]

Now, after I watched the second round of trailers back in May, I thought to myself, "Gosh, it would be really lame if it turns out that this village is actually conceived by a bunch of people disillusioned with violence in modern society [a common theme in Shyamalan movies] who want to create some sort of agrarian commune/utopia. Huh. I doubt that Shyamalan would insult his audience so." But that's all it is, in a nutshell. The monsters are basically the village elders who dress up in rubber suits (that are quite possibly sillier than the ones in Signs, although they're actually red cloaks) in order the scare the other villagers into staying out of the woods. They never explain the reasoning behind designating red as the color to fear (why not purple? why not some other sign?). The characters' complete disregard for the benefits of modern medicine and their supposed loved ones were rather appalling, even before the movie starts. The protagonist, Ivy, has gone blind due to an undisclosed disease, yet her father, an elder, relies solely on the advice of what boils down to a simple country doctor. I mean, if my daughter were going blind, and I knew that there lay a possibility out there to save her vision, or at least find out that if my possibilities were truly limited, I would do all that I could. So much for sympathetic and compelling characters. But once Ivy's fiance gets mortally wounded (by her jealous and mentally disabled companion - so much for an escape from violence), her father, at her request, allows her to go into the woods and get medicine from the other towns for her beloved. He sends her with two escorts who are supposed to take her to a road and wait there for her return, the idea being that since she is blind, she can't report on the sorts of modern stuff might "see". But her escorts bail on her at the earliest opportunity in fear of the monsters, and she is left alone to fend for herself. Dude, even if the monsters are fake, there are plenty of hazards that could befall a lone blind woman traipsing about in the woods. She could fall into a sinkhole (which she does), she could freeze to death from overexposure, she could trip on a branch and break her leg, with no one to help her, so she'd probably die a slow and agonizing death... the list goes on and on. So much for chivalry and a return to civility. Now, at the beginning of the movie, some of the children discover a skinned animal. It's quickly blamed on the monsters, and then one night, they appear in the village, and leave red slashes on the doors. Of course, it's the elders, and it is brought on by one of the villagers' request to search for medicine in other towns. Now, at some point, one of the elders says he doesn't know who left the skinned animals - he thinks it's one of the other elders who just hasn't come clean about it to the other elders (confused yet?). But it turns out that it's supposed to be the mentally disabled guy, who has discovered one of the cloaks after being locked in a room (because he stabbed Ivy's fiance) where it was hidden and ran off with it. However, the skinned animals appeared before he discovered the cloak. Hmmm. Are we supposed to believe that he was skinning the animals (since I guess all mentally disabled people have homicidal tendencies) before he found the cloak? Or did he discover the cloak and figure out the secret, then somehow find a time machine so he could plant skinned animals about the village? It's never clarified. So much for tight execution. And puh-leeze, you're gonna lock a guy up in a room where one of your secret cloaks is hidden for more than a day (it's pretty much assumed that he's in there for more than a day)... Retarded or not, the guy is going to get restless, then get curious or try to get out. So much for Shyamalan's tight storytelling. Oh, and one of the dead giveaways was the use of completely proper English. I'm not saying they have to use a modern vocabulary, but there were no idioms, no colloquialisms, nothing. Even the most rural village, especially as highly developed and sophisticated as much as this one (not technologically, but socially), is going to have some sort of slang. So much for a well-crafted film. More like a bad sociology experiment gone wrong.

[end spoiler text]

There's quite a few more plot holes, but I think I've rambled enough. The only thing I did appreciate was the ending, which was abrupt and did not linger on the details. All in all, I found this movie to be completely predictable, with characters whose motivations and rationalizations quite simply did not make sense. Think I'm being harsh? Especially when I gave Dodgeball a rather glowing (in comparison) review? I used to go into Shyamalan's movies with a certain caliber of expectation. They're billed and marketed as "intelligent" movies. Dodgeball, on the other hand, doesn't try to be high-minded or anything other than what it is. Now I know to lower the bar when it comes to Shyamalan movies.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

We are now a two iPod household.

There is a quiet revolution around you. My wife and I are two of its soldiers.

Now, I can kind of describe how the little device, all stark white and chrome, has won an important spot in my life, just as Connie's cute pink Mini has found a place in her heart. It takes a while to get a grip on the full impact of this device.

In a nutshell, the iPod is the fulfillment of the promise of digital music. There was a great article by Newsweek all about the revolution that is this device; Here ( http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5457434/site/Newsweek/) is the follow up piece on the new iPod. To summarize my thoughts: wow!

I can now have every song I own (and Con and I have a pretty large music collection) ready to hand. Since my new 4th generation iPod has a 12 hour battery life, I need to charge it at night, then go.

It is a $300 dollar toy, and normally I am reluctant to buy such a spendy gadget. I kind of try to justify it in this way: I am listening to a novel on audiobook as I write this piece. See the educational potential? I'm twice as efficient now!

And, of course, there is the cuteness factor. The fact that you have to wait a month to get an iPod Mini like the pink one my wife loves speaks to the power of cute.


Sunday, August 01, 2004

Go Balls Deep!

We've been watching quite a few movies lately - Spiderman 2, Before Sunset, The Bourne Supremacy, Shrek 2, Fahrenheit 9/11. And there's a great deal more that we want to see - Garden State, Anchorman, The Hunting of the President, Harold and Kumar, Napolean Dynamite. But last night, we headed out to the Parkway and watched Dodgeball. Yes, I know the movie looks terrible. Yes, I know it's very lowbrow. And I absolutely detest dodgeball. I mean, why on earth would you play a "sport" that involves having high velocity projectiles launched at you in order to hit and or possibly maim you? But I love Ben Stiller, and I enjoy a good "bad" flick as much as any other 12 year old. You know what kind of movie I'm talking about. Movies that make absolutely no pretensions about the sort of entertainment level they're shooting for. Happy Gilmore, Deuce Bigalow Male Gigolo, Kingpin, Zoolander, hell, just about all Adam Sandler movies. Wes Anderson they're not, but admit it, you love them. Anyways, I had zero expectations about the movie, and I laughed my ass off. The "you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball" scene that's been broadcast a million times in the trailer is even funnier onscreen and hey, there's even a pirate. But the reason I'm writing about this and not 9/11 or Spiderman 2 is because when we got home, there was a rather bizarre turn of events. We flipped on the telly, and in a case of life imitating art (or was is art imitating life?), the Game Show Network was showing... Extreme Dodgball. I shit you not. The rules were only slightly different than those on film, but the teams on the show were just as big losers as they were in the fictional movie. Yeah, I know I sound harsh, but there was a team of mimes! Seriously! And when they were showing individual player profiles, their personal bylines were (in addition to age, height, weight, ball velocity) blurbs like "does not own a bed" (???), "thinks she looks like Daryl Dannah" (Daryl Hall is more like it). And the commentators were actually said something about being left with only a rash after "getting inside" one of the players during spring break. I actually had to prod Zack awake this morning, asking, "Was that real? What the hell was that?"