Sunday, March 28, 2010

Inglourious Basterds and the Power of Movies


Since his career began in 1992, screenwriter and director Quentin Tarantino has developed a reputation as one of the most significant crusaders of the post-modernist movement in film.

Much in the same way that French New Wave film artists used citation as a means of expression, Tarantino’s films aren’t so much exercises in personal narrative as they are individual celebrations of the beauty and diversity of film. Tarantino’s undying obsession and passion for cinema is well-documented. Rare is the American filmmaker whose mere opinions on film nearly outweigh the very works that have brought him notoriety.

No matter the genre, Quentin Tarantino’s films all share an absorption and acknowledgment of cinematic tropes. And more importantly, they each offer a new viewpoint on the very nature of cinema as a whole. So it comes as no surprise that Tarantino’s most recent film, 2009‘s Inglourious Basterds, follows suit.

But what’s most striking about Basterds is that while the film stands as Tarantino’s most visually and narratively complex film to date, it may also be his most personal. This is because the film takes a much more literal approach to Tarantino’s brand of homage filmmaking, and ultimately speaks to the director’s unwavering devotion to the cinematic form.


One cannot begin a discussion of Inglourious Basterds without first addressing the film’s ending. Much has been made of the film’s revisionist approach to World War II, or more specifically, the circumstances of Hitler’s death and the deconstruction of the Third Reich. Basterds presents an alternative scenario in which the Jewish population (personified by the characters of Shosanna Dreyfus and the Basterds) successfully exacts revenge on Germany’s political leaders.

And unsurprisingly upon its release, this decision to essentially re-write history raised questions about the film’s intentions. Noted American film critic Jonathan Rosenbaum even went as far as say that the film “seems morally akin to Holocaust denial.”

But to decipher Tarantino’s thought process behind the decision, we need not look any further than the setting for the film’s climax. Why would Tarantino choose to set his climactic bloodbath in, of all places, a movie theater?

The answer is simple: Tarantino saught to champion the power of cinema.

Inglourious Basterds is a film built on the foundation of the magnetism of the movies. Cinema is a frequent topic of conversation amongst the film’s disparate characters, many of whom, including soldier-turned-actor Frederick Zoller and film critic-turned-operative Archie Hicox, are firmly entrenched in the world of the movies. Film is even used, literally, as a weapon, as Shosanna and lover/projectionist Marcel burn nitrate film to create a massive fire within the theater.

So much of the film revolves around the world of movies. However, Tarantino’s aim here is not simply fixated on referencing films for the sake of reference. It’s all about context. The film’s ending focuses on the premiere of a German propaganda movie, which features a German soldier massacring Allied troops. We as an audience watch as the Germans in attendance hoop and holler with glee. With the tide of the war turning and the Germans needing a sense of hope, this was a form of catharsis for them.

However, this moment is suddenly inverted as the film changes to a reel of Shosanna laughing maniacally, cueing a sea of flames that engulfs the theater. And unbeknownst to the Germans, the Basterds spring into action, brutally murdering Hitler and members of the Third Reich in an unrelenting sequence of violence.


The film’s ending is a blitzkrieg of catharsis. It’s cathartic for not only the Jewish characters within the movie, but also for the audience watching Inglourious Basterds who are attuned to the power of the moment (notice Tarantino’s fixation on Donny Donowitz’s visceral glare as he disposes of Hitler).

As Daniel Mendelsohn put it in his article “When Jews Attack”, Tarantino “invites his audiences to applaud this odd inversion - to take, as his films often invite them to take, a deep, emotional satisfaction in turning the tables on the bad guys."

Intrinsically, we recognize that this is not factual and Tarantino has essentially re-written history. But in the context of the moment and of the film, it makes perfect sense. What Tarantino has done has offered us, as an audience, catharsis through film. He has used the medium of cinema (and the very setting of cinema) to offer a hypothetical account of something we have always wanted to see: revenge for the acts of the Nazis. We know this didn’t happen, based on our own basic understanding of history. But Inglourious Basterds is a revenge fantasy, a point cleverly foreshadowed early in the film: the use of "Once Upon A Time.." in the heading of the first chapter is a dead giveaway of the film’s intentions.

Tarantino’s films are a clear indication of how much he values cinema, and nowhere is his passion more obvious than in Inglourious Basterds. One can even argue that Shosanna, a girl who flees Nazi persecution and finds refuge in, of all places, a movie theater, may be the closest thing we’ve seen to Tarantino himself characterized on the screen. The idea of escaping to the movies is embedded in our post-9/11 culture, and in Basterds this concept is illustrated aptly.

Film has the power to anger us, sadden us, and motivate us. Film can give us hope in the most difficult of situations. And as proven through Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds, in the movie theater (both literally and figuratively) we can achieve what we’ve always desired.

Monday, July 27, 2009

*NSYNC's Celebrity: The 21st Century Sgt. Peppers


I hope you're sitting down when you read this, America. Because I'm about to blow your fucking mind.

Everyone knows the story of The Beatles 1967 masterwork Sgt. Peppers. It's the album that "officially" marked the beginning of the concept album. The record's unified themes and organization, structured around a fake concert performance, are legendary. Many a band since have tried to duplicate this formula to mixed results. Nine times out of ten, they usually half-ass the conceptual design and vaguely hint at the idea of sonic and/or lyrical unity.

But in 2001, everything changed.

Hardcore music purists dismissed the boy band *NSYNC as trite, disposable garbage served up to the masses on an overproduced, over-sterilized pop platter. But we just call those people fucking retarded.

The truth is, *NSYNC was as gifted and as talented as any pop entity that had ever been crafted. Their first two albums boasted a slew of memorable singles, and their proper sophomore album No Strings Attached shattered Billboard records.

But it wasn't until their third and final album that the band would discover the fountain of pure and undeniable genius. 2001's Celebrity was seen by most reasonable critics as a mature and sophisticated *NSYNC record. The kind of pop album that could be genuinely respected on many platforms, including the world of hip hop and R&B. The singles "Girlfriend" and "Gone" were staples on urban radio stations, making *NSYNC the only boy band to earn genuine cred from black people worldwide.

Of course, everyone knows the story that followed Celebrity's success. Justin Timberlake pursued a solo career, and he subsequently exploded. JC Chasez would also release a solo record, but the album was met with far less enthusiasm and success (though, to be fair, it's a solid record). Lance Bass would come out of the closet. Joey Fatone would parade around on reality shows. And Chris Kirkpatrick would go back to doing whatever the fuck Chris Kirkpatrick does.

But it's times like these that compel me go back and analyze these moments. Celebrity was seen as the album that established the group (or more specifically Timberlake and Chasez) as credible songwriters. But what was it about the album that clicked?

So I decided to dive into Celebrity a little deeper to get to the bottom of this mystery. And I came to a shocking and earth-shattering conclusion:

*NSYNC's Celebrity is a concept album.

Now, look, I know what you're thinking: "But Anonymous Blogger, that can't be right. It's fucking *NSYNC."

And I understand where you're coming from. But before you jump all over me and call me delusional, let's take a look at the album track-by-track and see just what I'm talking about. Prepare to be floored:

1. "Pop"

This is the album's prologue. It establishes the current state of the character of "the celebrity". In the context of the band itself, the song is a defiant defense of pop as a genre. It's music crafted for the masses.

Here, *NSYNC, under the guise of the celebrity, stand up to defend what they do and how they do it. This is the pressure and criticism that the celebrity is under.

2. "Celebrity"

The album's true beginning. We're introduced to the celebrity's love life. He is in the middle of a parasitic relationship. In the song, he asks the simple question, "Would you be so into me, if I wasn't a celebrity?" It's a rhetorical question, though. He knows the answer.

So he makes the decision that it's time to move on:

So now, I'm, leaving you behind
I've found somebody
Who can love me for me
And that's all I need


But before he can leave her.....

3. "The Game Is Over"

The celebrity discovers that this chick has been cheating on him the whole time. He's infuriated. He finally slams the door shut on her declaring, "the game is over".

So, now, going back to a line from Track 2, in which the celebrity stated "I've found somebody [else]", we transition into.....

4. "Girlfriend"

The celebrity discovers a new girl and straight up tells her "you should be my girlfriend". The song's hook contains the line "I'll be your shining star", which has a double meaning. On one hand, the line can be interpreted along with the succeeding line "the one to show you where you are" as the speaker saying he'll always be there to help this girl. It can also be seen as an obvious nod to the fact that yes, the speaker is actually a star.

Simple enough. Moving right along.

5. "The Two of Us"

The celebrity's feelings for this new girl are cemented. He really really likes her. The song's carousel, child-like sound enhances the purity and beauty of the romance:

Nothing in this world could ever bring us down
Baby I'll be there, telling you I care, this I swear
Girl it's just the two of us, the two of us


But like any good story, things take a turn for the worst.....

6. "Gone"

The girl leaves him. Tears abound. But the celebrity can't explain why:

And I know in my heart, you can't say that you don't love me too

The song's bare, minimalist sound serves to heighten the sense of sudden lonliness the celebrity finds himself in. He can't justify why the girl of his dreams just left him. This feeling of desperation is carried into....

7. "Tell Me, Tell Me...Baby"

In a frenetic manner the celebrity pleads with the girl, asking her to explain why she's done this to him. He was sure she was the one:

It couldn't be more right
We are what they call
A perfect match


How come you don't want to love me?

At this point, the celebrity doesn't know what do. So, like any guy with a bunch of money and cred, he does the next best thing: he goes to the club.....

8. "Up Against the Wall"

The celebrity moves on and decides to go clubbing, in hopes of finding a new chick. And lo and behold, he does:

The smoke cleared
And I saw a beautiful lady
The lights, went, low
And the disco ball came down
She walked up to, me, slow
And you know what happens now
The girl was fine
And she knew she had game
What more do I have to say?

Ingeniously, since the celebrity has just gone through a horrible breakup, he doesn't seem to be in the mood for a serious relationship. He just wants casual fun with this new chick:

Ask me about tomorrow
You know that
I don't care at all
I just got caught up

During the song, the celebrity refers to the girl in the third person using the word "she". But during the song's closing moments, a quick riff comes in and briefly changes the perspective. He suddenly refers to her as "you":

You had me up against the wall

This is completely contradictory to the previous lines of "she had me up against the wall". It's almost as if instead of this girl just being an object to him, he realizes she can be more. This is the beginning of a new relationship.

But the celebrity, being the guy that he is, wakes up....

9. "See Right Through You"

Now, here's where things get interesting. The celebrity and this new chick are kicking it, but he discovers that this chick isn't much different than the other chicks. She cheats on him, too:

Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
I see a man who thought you loved me
You played me like a fool


The celebrity is pissed. He's tired of all the bullshit. The song's surprisingly aggressive nature displays this to the tee:

Tell me girl what's his name?
What'd he do to take you?
Does he freak you the way that I do?


This is the sign of a guy whose heart has been broken so many times, he's getting fed up with it.

So the celebrity realizes that this club chick was useless to him, and decides to leave her behind. But the catch is, he never actually declares it. He simply says:

I'll be moving on you'll see
And you'll be just a memory


He's speaking in the future tense. The break-up hasn't happened yet. Keep this in mind for Track 11.

So with another breakup on the horizon, the celebrity begins to think about the one that got away....

10. "Selfish"

The celebrity returns to the girl from "Girlfriend" and asks, again, why she didn't want him anymore:

I just don't understand
Why you're running from a good man, baby
Why you wanna turn your back on love
Why you've already given up
See, I know you've been hurt before
But I swear I'll give you so much more
I swear I'll never let you down
Cause I swear it's you that I adore
And I can't help myself babe
Cause I think about you constantly
And my heart gets no rest over you


What's brilliant about this verse is just how desperate it is. Look how many times the celebrity uses the phrase "I swear". He's pleading with her, on his knees, "I swear, girl, I swear."

Those are the cries of a man who is, as the song states, "hopelessly in love".

So now that he's re-established the line of communication with this girl, he returns to close up shop on the current girl.....

11. "Just Don't Tell Me That"

The celebrity returns to the current girlfriend, to tell her that it's over. Unlike the girl of his dreams, this chick is vapid:

You like to be seen
At every party at the Playboy Mansion


You like to drive in my Jag
And spend, every dollar of my credit


It makes perfect sense. He met this chick at a club. So of course she's nothing more than a gold digging whore.

He officially dumps her. So now, with everything behind him, he returns to the girl of his dreams one last time....

12. "Something like You"

Poetically, the celebrity declares his undying devotion for the girl. And apparently, it finally works:

Something happens when you look at me I forget to speak
Something happens when you kiss my mouth my knees get so weak
Could it be true, is this what God has meant for me?
'Cause baby I can't believe, that something like you could happen to me


The song ends with the line:

Can't believe that you happened to me

He's speaking in the past tense. The girl is his. The celebrity is content. He has all the fame and the fortune, and now he has the girl he always wanted. With all of that finally resolved, we reach the end....

13. "Do Your Thing"

In light of all his experiences, this is the epilogue in which the celebrity encourages those who follow him to just "do your thing". The song directly ties back to the album's prologue, in which the celebrity defended what he does. "Pop" is HIS thing.

There ain't no excuse for losing your feet
Drowning in your defeat, on this road of life
There ain't no excuse for coming up short, the ball is in your court
So reach up and touch the sky


It's an inspirational song, and closes the book on the story of the celebrity.


And there you have it.

I have to give the band their props. Not many people could come up with something as subtlety brilliant as this. For all their detractors, *NSYNC was as ambitious as any musical act the world has ever seen. It's sad to think that Justin Timberlake's booming solo success will inevitably deny us from ever hearing another record from the collective five, but that's just how the cookie crumbles.

All we can do is sit back and enjoy an album like Celebrity for what it is: a pop opera in the grandest of terms.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

GUEST BLOGGER: An Ode to Jim Davis


I have always been a fan of comics, as in the funny papers, and have always read them whenever I have had the good fortune to have a newspaper in hand. I usually read the entire funny papers but tend to consistently read my favorites, Dilbert and Pearls Before Swine, which have the most consistent good humor. Sometimes there are others that have some funny spots but one of the comics in the funnies has hardly ever had a single punch line I could laugh at.

That comic is Garfield.

I always read Garfield hoping for something, I don’t know if it is because I like the character design or possibly the fact that it features a cat that loves lasagna (the best non-sequitur of the entire comic). Within the past year though, Garfield has given me some of the most hysterical laughing fits I have ever had. It all started with one of the greatest parodies I have ever seen: Lasagna Cat. Lasagna Cat simply consists of making a live action version of the comic, using timing and the comic’s lack of humor to bring about its humor, and then a music video made up of the clips and closing with a weird picture of Jim Davis.



After this, Garfield became a parody of itself and the comics became extremely funny because of its unfunniness (if that is even a word). While flipping channels one night I stumbled upon a CGI Garfield movie. The plot of which was so ironic, I had a hard time believing it. The movie consisted of Garfield going on a quest with Odie to figure out the secret to being funny.

A little while passed and I discovered Garfield Minus Garfield, revealed to me via Facebook through the always informative Mr. Barnhart. Garfield Minus Garfield is simply a website dedicated to removing Garfield from the Garfield comic strips. This in turn reveals the existential angst of Jon Arbunkle. Some of them end up being quite creepy due to the fact that in the conversations in the comic Jon is talking to a cat.


After this I discovered a news article about Garfield Minus Garfield, and Jim Davis himself has actually read Garfield Minus Garfield. Here are some interesting things from the article:

“Jim Davis, the cartoonist who created ‘Garfield,’ calls himself an occasional reader of the site, which he calls ‘fascinating.’ He says he is flattered rather than peeved by the imitation.

Mr. Davis, who has been drawing Garfield for 30 years, said that ‘Garfield Minus Garfield’ has actually prompted him to take a different look at his own work. He compared Mr. Walsh’s efforts to the cerebral approach of Pogo, the comic strip by Walt Kelly.

"I think it’s the body of work that makes me laugh — the more you read of these strips, the funnier it gets," Mr. Davis said. As for Garfield himself, "this makes a compelling argument that maybe he doesn’t need to be there. Less is more.”

This made me in turn gain a bit more respect for Jim Davis, who up until this point I simply thought was a bumbling old man who thought punch lines were in essence the same as Italian food. I have actually come to like the man and his work now.

But wait! There is more. I recently discovered Garkov, a website based on Markov Chains, which is a probabilistic math model which can synthesize semi-coherent text, and Garfield comics. The result is a random, very random, yet somewhat coherent funny comic strip usually just as good as the original.


There are even more parodies which I will let you discover for yourself. The main reason I wrote this post was to hopefully get people who have not discovered the wonderful world of Garfield parodies to gain some similar joy I have gained from it. A list of links below will lead you to all your Garfield needs. I hope you enjoy, my friends.

http://www.garfieldminusgarfield.net/
http://www.joshmillard.com/garkov
http://permanent-monday.blogspot.com
http://www.tailsteak.com/arbuckle

- A.J. Young

Our props to A.J. for this insightful and deliriously amusing post!

Monday, July 20, 2009

Kid-Core: More Evidence That Evolution is Bullshit


Man, oh man. What will they think of next?

So unbeknownst to me, there is an actual movement in music going on right now involving kids in rock bands that is apparently sweeping the nation. Or, at least part of the nation.

I point you in the direction of this article from Spin Magazine's November 2007 issue, in which they highlight the growing trend of tween bands developing throughout the country, more specifically out of New York. To sum up the article: kids are discovering rock.

So I took the time to seek out some of these bands to see just exactly what these cute little punkers were putting out. And to my surprise.....I was decidedly indifferent.

See, here's the thing. A part of me wants to hate this shit because....god damn, it sounds so horrible. But at the same time, I find myself morbidly amused. The idea of pre-teen rock bands sounds about as ludicrous as the actual music these kids are putting out. And yet, at the end day, I have a smidget of respect for these midgets because they're kids playing instruments and writing songs. Granted, the songs are generic and repetitious. But it still requires an ounce of talent and musical understanding to write annoyingly hooky pop/rock.

The way I see it, it's still an artistic expression. Some kids paint. Some kids write crappy poetry. And some kids start bands. This isn't to say that if you're in a band that automatically makes you respectable and/or good. But I tip my hat to these kids for getting up on a stage and rocking their little hearts out. Maybe all the work they put in now honing their craft will translate into a solid career down the road. And maybe, just maybe, they'll actually start putting out music you wouldn't be ashamed to play in front of your friends.

Oh, and FYI: Care Bears on Fire is a retarded fucking name, girls. Seriously.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Box Office on 'Roids


(Note: The following post was compiled from statistics courtesy of my good friends over at The Numbers)

A couple of interesting numbers I want to throw out there to give you guys an idea of the significant role that inflation and the increase in theaters have played in the dramatic rise in box office grosses:

Take for example The Dark Knight's opening weekend record. Many box office analysts cite the first Spider-Man's opening weekend to be the single most impressive of all-time, even though it has since been bested by several movies. The reason for this is all in the numbers.

Spider-Man's 2002 total US gross of $403.7 million would actually represent $498.9 million if it had been released today. That's a difference of $95 million in ticket price inflation just in the past 6 years. This, of course, is compared to The Dark Knight's staggering $533 million in total US gross.

An interesting note, if The Dark Knight's gross were taken in 2002 dollars, it's total would be around $431 million.

Now, look at the opening weekend numbers. Spider-Man's $114 million opening weekend gross would adjust to over $140 million in 2008 numbers. Obviously impressive, but it still wouldn't be record-breaking by 2009 standards.

But here's where things get interesting. Take a look at the theater counts for the opening weekends of both films. The Dark Knight played in over 4,300 theaters. Spider-Man? In only 3,600. When you adjust the "per theater average" to reflect the gross both films averaged per theater, the number is striking.

By its own 2008 numbers, The Dark Knight averaged over $36,000 per theater. But Spider-Man, if its numbers reflected 2008's ticket prices, would actually have a per theater average of over $39,000. That 700+ difference in theater counts is significant.

So hypothetically speaking (as if any of this is anything but), if you were to apply Spider-Man's 2008 per theater average to The Dark Knight's theater count, you would wind up with an opening weekend total of around $171 million. And that, of course, would be the record.

All in all, I just think it's pretty amazing how the movie industry has just continued to explode year in and year out when compared to other entertainment industries. The considerable expansion of theater chains and the obvious increase in ticket prices have changed the way studios interpret and respond to record-setting feats.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

A Criminological Reaction to Boyz n the Hood


Director John Singleton’s feature film debut Boyz n the Hood works not only as an engaging and kinetically entertaining coming of age story, but as a piercing sociological, and more importantly, criminological study.

The film is an accurate and unrelenting snapshot of a community and a people struggling to break out of a cycle of poverty and lawlessness. As many criminologists argue, crime is a manifestation of the desire of the poor to escape poverty. Those that have not, want. In the case of the characters in Boyz n the Hood, living in South Central is the social equivalent of being trapped in a cage. Everyone wants to break out of his or her imprisonment, but with no hope of escape in sight, they turn to the only outlet they have left: crime.

Characters such as Tre Styles (Cuba Gooding Jr.) and Ricky Baker (Morris Chestnut) represent the small few who attempt to pursue legitimate futures through education. Yet in the end, even they are sucked into the vortex of violence and destruction that consumes their community, simply through their association with criminals. Characters like Doughboy (Ice Cube), on the other hand, represent the type of individuals who value pride, power, and prestige over following social norms and adhering to the law. These individuals have no fear of the repercussions of the law, and commit crimes with no hesitation. Without any apprehension to hold them back, they freely engage in violence as a means of solving their problems and thus institute a cycle of crime that never seems to end.

A poignant scene early in the film highlights one of the contributing factors to this sense of lawlessness in the community. When a burglar breaks into the Styles home and escapes, Furious Styles (Laurence Fishbourne) naturally calls the police. The cops, however, do not arrive until over an hour later, and when they do, they’re unhelpful and seemingly unwilling to even aid in the investigation. Here, the law has shown itself to be completely useless in handling a common neighborhood problem. So when these situations arise, what are the citizens to do if the law will do nothing for them?

From a criminological perspective, it’s easy to look at a film like Boyz n the Hood as a signature example of the sociological reasons behind criminal activity. The actions of the characters in the film are tied directly to the social circumstances they are forced to live in.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Whatever Happened to Dangerous Thoughts?


A few years ago, when I first discovered The Grey Album, I made it a mission to find everything Danger Mouse had ever created. Needless to say, I was obsessed.

Everyone knows the story of The Grey Album by now, so I will spare you the details. But if you really aren't aware of the record, I suggest you Wiki that shit.

Anywho, I came upon another slept on gem in the Danger Mouse catalog, Ghetto Pop Life, a full-length collaboration with emcee Jemini the Gifted One. That album became one of my all-time hip hop favorites, only furthering my love and admiration for DM's output. The production was lavish, yet old school. Slick sonic backdrops for Jemini to do his thing on.

Around this same time, I started becoming more of a fan of hip hop stalwarts The Roots. I dropped by my local record store one day and picked up a copy of Illadelph Halflife, and it promptly changed my fucking life. To this day, as great as The Roots's most recent albums have been, Illadelph remains the album I spin most. It's just complete and utter perfection from beginning to end, most of this greatness coming in the form of lead emcee Black Thought's undeniably sick skills on the mic. Dude instantly became one of my favorite emcees ever.

Then one day, I'm scrolling the internet looking for something new to jerk off to, when suddenly I came across a story that seemed to have fallen from the cosmos: Danger Mouse and Black Thought were working on an album.

Per XXL Magazine:
He [Black Thought] and Danger Mouse are midway through a collaboration they’re calling Dangerous Thoughts.


I couldn't believe it. This was literally the greatest fucking news I had ever heard in my life at that time. It would promptly be surpassed by the announcement that Burger King was going to start selling apple fries.

But then.....nothing happened. 2007 came and went. 2008 came and went. Where was the album?

Black Thought would be interviewed in 2007 by The Formula in which he'd state:

It's going well. Like we are still working on it but I just got other shit to do and he has other shit to do but we are still doing the album. It don't really have a direction and shit though. I do albums that have direction when I'm doing different projects. This shit with Danger Mouse is just he and I getting together and seeing what comes out of it.

Translation: This shit is never going to happen.

And now my soul is effectively crushed. Danger Mouse has since blown up with his Gnarls Barkley collaboration with Cee-Lo, and Black Thought and The Roots have pumped out three albums, including the forthcoming How I Got Over, due in October. The Roots have also taken up a new gig as they now serve as the house band on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon.

So this proposed collaboration made in heaven may never come to fruition. And to quote many a good man before me, that's a damn shame.