Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The Third Age Launches on November 17th

A long time ago, I mentioned that I was working on a magical realist webseries project called The Third Age, and now, after two long years in production, it's finally being released. The debut date is November 17th, new episodes will be released weekly after that. So, if you're wondering, what will I think about now that Mad Men is ending, well you're in luck because T3A will be dropping upon you.



Here's an excerpt from the press docs on the series to give you an idea of what it's about: "The Third Age is a magical realist webseries, a psychedelic remix of classic mythology, telling the story of ordinary people caught up in an eternal war between gods waged on the streets of New York City. The first season consists of thirteen seven minute episodes, distributed by Blip.TV, and will be released weekly, starting November 17th.

The series blends fantasy elements with a reality based setting to tell a story that is personal in focus, but epic in scope. The story crosses a wide range of characters and scenarios, and will unfold in its entirety over the course of two thirteen episode seasons."

You can see more info on the official site or check out the trailers here to get a taste of the visual experience. To keep tabs on the progress, check out the news blog or join the Facebook group.


Also, if you write for a blog or other media outlet, let me know, I'd be happy to set you up with a review screener. Thanks!

Saturday, October 10, 2009

TV Power Rankings

I’ve seen a couple of other people doing a ‘Power Ranking’ for TV shows, and I’m going to start doing that every couple of weeks, as the schedule allows. It’ll be a good chance for me to write up a bit about all the shows I’m watching without having to review every episode.

Right now, I’m watching a whole bunch of shows, mostly comedies. I think there’s a lot of good stuff on, but I would love to find a couple more great dramas out there. Hopefully next year’s return of Big Love and Lost will alleviate that, and I should be able to catch up on season two of Breaking Bad by then as well. I may sample Flash Forward, and try to catch up on that in the next couple of weeks, but it has the look of a show that I try and make it through a few episodes before losing interest in.

Anyway, here’s the shows I’m actually watched, ranked in order of enjoyment.

1. Mad Men - No question this is the top show on the air, and with each episode that airs, it strengthens its case to be one of the top shows of all time. This season has been the best yet, and each episode is a work of art. Last week’s wasn’t the series’ best episode, but did feature the wonderful role playing between Don and Betty in Rome, and all the glamour and atmosphere of a Fellini film.

2. Parks and Recreation - Unlike a lot of people, I really liked the abbreviated first season of the show that aired last Spring. I think the series built a really interesting world, and memorable characters in short order. The cast is really deep, with Aziz Ansari as a particular standout. And this season has just kept getting better. I think it has a grounding and emotional reality that the American office never had, and has managed to tell a wide variety of stories within what looks like a potentially narrow premise. The Dave/Leslie stuff this week was gold, as was Anne’s fake date persona. This show just keeps getting better and better.

3. Curb Your Enthusiasm - I’ve never loved Curb in the way that I loved Seinfeld. I think Curb is a lot more formulaic and predictable, but this season has been consistently solid. The second episode was the funniest, with the instantly classic “Fuck you Larry David, that’s some bullshit!” But, the third episode, with the Seinfeld cast reunited, was my favorite so far. Seeing Larry and Jerry interacting was amazing, and I’m eager to see how that arc develops over the course of the season.

4. How I Met Your Mother - I forgave the show a lot of its flaws when watching it in a binge viewing earlier this year. Watching the show week to week, the episodes can feel a bit slight. It’s always funny, but I don’t feel the emotional connection to the characters I had when watching it as a whole. This season has had some inconsistent character stuff with the Barney/Robin relationship, but has been generally sharp, and always leaves me wanting more. The only major misfire was the Ted dating the same girl storyline which felt like a retread of storylines from earlier seasons.

5. Bored to Death - This show may pander a bit to the hipster in me that loves all the local references and slacking Jason Schwartzman persona. In the same way that Entourage is, it’s a bit lax on drama and stakes, but the show is much more entertaining than Entourage and is building a nice little world. A lot of shows are just about people hanging out, so maybe that’s enough. I’m not sure how the show will develop long term, but for now, it’s got great mood and a strong cast carrying it.

6. The Office - This show is still frustrating for me because, even after six years, I still find the characters directly translated from the British Office annoying and problematic. The beauty of the British show was the relentless realism. That might be too much to sustain for six years, but the Michael Scott character all too often veers out of reality, sacrificing the emotional grounding of the series, and making the jokes less funny. You need this world to be believable to make most of the jokes work. Similarly, I find Pam and Jim annoyingly perfect, but the supporting cast is top notch. Ed Helms is great, and I’d love to see more screentime spent on him, Erin, Kelly and Ryan. The show’s still entertaining, but isn’t as sharp as the best comedies on TV.

7. Community - Another new comedy, this has been pretty sharp and funny, but still feels a bit like it’s finding its voice. Is it going to be a 30 Rock style absurdist comedy, or a more reality based romantic and sentimental show? Either could work, but the show needs to downplay the Britta/Jeff stuff a bit and just let the cast breathe and do their thing. The most recent episode was probably the best yet, and deepened the cast nicely, so I’ve got a good feeling about the show going forward.

8. Modern Family - I checked out the first two episodes of this show yesterday thanks to its great critical buzz. So far, I’d agree that it’s a solid show, definitely a bit of an Arrested Development meets The Office vibe, but not at the level of either of those series. The potential is definitely there, but I feel like comedies need to cut out talking heads for a while, it’s getting played out. And, this show, like a lot of comedies on now, would benefit from a slightly longer 40 minute running time, to give more room for the stories to breathe, and more opportunities for all the characters. But, it’s good so far, and seems like a solid mix of goofiness and solid character stuff.

9. Dollhouse - Clinging on here, Dollhouse had a slight uptick with its third episode, but remains frustratingly boring. I see a lot of people defending the show as the most intellectual on TV, to which I’d say Mad Men is still on people, and has much more to say about adopting and abandoning identity than this show ever has. Ultimately, it’s a decent hour, but any hope of it being truly great fades more and more with each episode.

10. Glee - I really liked the pilot for the show, but could feel the hand of Ryan Murphy in its cynicism and cartoonish characters. I hate his attitude towards the world, as evidenced by Nip/Tuck, and it seemed in particular contrast to the hopefulness in some elements of the show. The show since then has fluctuated wildly in quality, burning through plots without deepening the characters. I still think it’s a great premise, and like the musical numbers, but it feels like the real story, the growth and training of the glee club, is barely mentioned, and all the focus is on the same character beats. I’m giving this one a few more episodes, but it could easily slip off the radar.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

The Story of the 2000s: Music

To wrap up the decade, I’m going to do the standard top ten lists, but I also want to go a bit more in depth into the trends and changes that have happened in all the major art forms over the past ten years. Perhaps more than any ten year period in recent history prior, the 2000s were a time of major shifts in the way we consume and experience virtually every major art form. I’m going to start things off with a discussion of music, both from a consumption point of view and an artistic one.

The biggest obvious shift in music in the past ten years has been the change from a CD sales based model to one based almost entirely around downloading, both legal and illegal. I still remember running Napster for the first time on my 56K connection and being amazed at my ability to access all kinds of different music. Getting DSL in 2001 changed things radically, and from there out, I downloaded a huge variety of different music, crossing Napster, Kazaa, Audiogalaxy, Bit Torrent and others.

I’m not proud of illegal downloading, but it’s something that was just sort of there, and I think most people now see music not as something to be paid for, but something that you have a right to have. Considering the cost of producing an album, I don’t agree it should be that way, but as artists like Nine Inch Nails and Radiohead have acknowledged, that’s the way it is and you can’t really fight it.

But, that’s all on the business side, what about the music itself? I think the biggest story of the 00s is the breakdown of the walls between genres and subcultures, and the embrace of a wider variety of songs and artists across the typical cultural rifts. To me, the 90s were the worst decade for music in the modern era, largely because the popular rock, grunge and alternative, was just so heavy and oppressive, with no sense of fun, while the pop music was generally soulless boy band stuff. Hip hop had some moments, and you can obviously point to great albums, but on the whole, the ‘sound’ of the decade was no good.

Luckily the 00s were a vast improvement, as the ‘death’ of rock in the late 90s/early 00s opened the door for an infusion of dance energy into rock music that led to a much more fun and poppy sound than had been heard in a long time. A band like Phoenix that sounded out of place at the beginning of the decade hit the zeitgeist perfectly this year, as every major rock band seems to incorporate dance and electronic elements that were present in virtually none of the successful bands of the 90s. Notably the only 90s juggernaut still going strong is Nine Inch Nails, who always had a pop sensibility shining through the heaviness.

This occurred in conjunction with the embrace of pop artists by the cultural establishment. Britney Spears’ “Toxic” is a key song in the decade’s narrative, it started out as a guilty pleasure favorite and eventually just became a critically respected favorite. Justin Timberlake is probably the best example of this, a guy who at this point has both artistic respect and popular acclaim, and backed it up with fantastic songs. The stigma of liking pop music generally disappeared, as indie rock bands started to sound more and more like the pop charts.

I’d argue a big piece of this is the increasing prominence of the producer within the pop world. Three people had more of an impact on music in the 00s than anyone else out there, and shaped the sound of the decade, those three people being Timbaland and Chad Hugo and Pharrell as The Neptunes. The auteur producer provided an easy way to justify liking pop songs by ‘lesser’ artists. When you listen to “Cry Me a River,” it’s not about Justin, it’s about Timbaland’s production.

But, eventually it becomes clear that the songs themselves are good, regardless of who’s behind them. And, I love the sound that these guys created. I love the fact that a song as strange and compelling as “My Love” can be a massive hit, and I think in the future, people will look back on Timbaland’s work with Justin in the same way that they view Quincy Jones and Michael Jackson.

So, the fact that it was acceptable culturally to like pop music, either through the lens of irony or simply straight up, made it easier for alternative and indie bands to bring more dance and pop elements into their songs and still maintain artistic credibility.

That’s not to say it was all dance stuff. There was obviously a lot of different music made, but I think this was the primary narrative of the decade, the elevation of dance and pop sensibilities over traditional rock stuff, reflected in the increasing denigration of ‘rockist’ critics and their old canon.

Of course, it’s ironic to speak of a pop sensibility when the very definition of a crossover song was changing. With the decline of the radio as hit making force, what are the songs that everyone knows? There are some songs that crossed borders, but will any songs from the 00s connect us all in the way that something like “Don’t Stop Believing” does today? When I go out place, it often seems like the entire DJ set is a spin through 80s and 90s classics, barely touching on today. And, the death of Michael Jackson only reinforced that notion that no one will ever cross over the way he did.

But, some songs did make it, even if only in certain circles. Throw “D.A.N.C.E” on at a party and people will go nuts, same for “Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.” And, Kanye West made a continuous string of songs that crossed borders and united people. It’s not as easy to become ubiquitous, but it’s still possible.

So, ultimately the narrative of the 00s seemed to be the restoration of fun to music. What artist symbolizes the decade as a whole? For the 90s, it was Kurt Cobain, and his infinite troubles and inability to deal with fame. For the 00s, perhaps Daft Punk, a band that’s admired by everyone and avoids the pitfalls of fame by dressing up as robots and playing their concerts in a giant pyramid. Even as politics got worse, music grew more and more celebratory, so that even songs about stolen elections and crumbling societies could sound euphoric when filtered through the powerhouse voice of the Arcade Fire or the dance rhythms of !!!.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Dollhouse: 'Instinct' (2x02)

I was pretty forgiving of the weaknesses of the early episodes of Dollhouse, I made it through the Beyonce episode or the cult episode, trying to appreciate what worked, and sticking with it mainly because of the promise of something better. The behind the scenes narrative of the series was that the first five episodes were compromised by the needs of Fox, and starting with episode six, Joss would take control and the show would take off. The show did get better, but in some ways, that actually made it worse since it became clear that this is what the show was, and what it was was a not particularly good show.

I know it’s easy to blame Fox for creative interference on the show, and ascribe any bad choices to Fox and all the good stuff to Joss, but I think that’s a bit reductive, particularly after viewing the original pilot on the Blu-Ray set. I thought the actual first episode of the series was pretty weak, but it was probably better than the jumbled mess that was the original pilot. That episode was a mix of colossal amounts of exposition and a narrative that moved so quickly, it compressed the entire first season into one episode. If I was a network exec, I would never have picked up the show, that pilot felt like the first draft of a script, not something that should have been submitted to a studio, let alone go before the cameras. That’s not to say the aired pilot was much better, but at least it had something of a structure.

But, the narrative surrounding the show at the end of last year was that it was getting better, a sentiment that culminated with the release of “Epitaph One,” the allegedly brilliant unaired postapocalyptic episode. I’d agree that the episode was better than most of what happened on the actual show, but that’s not hard to do. The episode played as a mix of postapocalyptic clichés, while riffing on some interesting conceptual stuff surrounding the show’s premise. It would have been a good capper to the series, but like almost the entire series, it suffers from the fact that it’s conceptually interesting, but does nothing to engage on an emotional level.

The great problem with the show, one inherent in its premise, is that it’s all ideas, no heart. There’s no memorable characters on the series, and the only personality who really jumps out is the annoying enthusiasm of Topher. I have no problem with a show primarily about ideas. The idea is the building block of every Grant Morrison story, but he typically manages to wed those ideas to real emotion. Or, he’ll just throw out so many ideas, that it creates a mad pop swirl of craziness. It felt like that’s what “Epitaph One” was going for, that Final Crisis style overload of concepts and action, but it was too leisurely paced to become pure concept speed, and didn’t have the emotional engagement to anchor a deeper connection with the narrative.

The second season premiere had some really solid moments, notably the scene where Saunders tried to seduce Topher in a weird parent/child entanglement. But, the main story with Echo was pretty generic, and the backstory with Paul was pointlessly convoluted. I thought he agreed to become Echo’s handler at the end of last season, but here we see him hiring her out to forward his FBI investigation, except he’s not actually with the FBI, he’s just doing this for some reason. Then, he becomes her handler, despite the fact that he spent the whole first season trying to bring down the dollhouse. So, he becomes basically the same character as Boyd, Echo’s handler who has some moral qualms about the Dollhouse, but works for them anyway. And, Alexis Denisof becomes the new Ballard, off in his own subplot, trying to take down the Dollhouse.

Last night’s episode was perhaps a series low, simply because at this point, it’s become clear that this is what the show is. Watching something like Babylon 5 or Buffy’s first season, I put up with weak episodes because it had the reputation of greatness and I knew the show would get better. Since this show’s still airing, it’s hard to say where it will go, but there’s only so much leeway I can give a series. The show has been on a while now, and they should be able to figure out what they want to do. And, if this is it, the show is just not particularly good. There’s virtually none of what makes Joss’s previous work so special here, and there’s little connection to any of sort of relatable emotional reality. It’s just interesting ideas thrown out there with no story or characters to support them.

I’m probably going to stick out to the end of the show, since it looks like that’s in sight. But, I think this show’s going to go down as a footnote in Joss’s career, and not a cancelled too soon, or flawed masterpiece, but if anything, a show that had too long a leash and should probably be put out of its misery.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Mad Men: 'Seven Twenty Three' (3x07)

I’m watching a bunch of shows in the new TV season, almost all of them half hour comedies for whatever reason. There’s some good stuff, I’m liking Bored to Death and Community, but nothing else on TV currently comes even close to what Mad Men is doing with its third season, easily the show’s best to date. The show is going deeper and deeper every episode, imbuing everyday events with deep existential meanings, in a long term exploration of the nature of self and identity.

The central metaphor of this week’s episode is the eclipse, a cosmic event that you can’t look straight at without damaging your eyes. What does the eclipse represent? Perhaps it’s the truth about self that all these characters so meticulously avoid. Don chooses not to look into the eclipse, preferring instead to converse in the dark with Sally’s teacher, Miss Farrell.

The scene with the eclipse itself was a great example of the kind of casual surrealism the show frequently engages in. Don and Miss Farrell are at once alone in the dark, and in a crowd in the day. Don is wearing the same exact clothes as all the other dads, and with their faces obscured by the camera obscura boxes, they become indistinguishable mannequins in front of indistinguishable children. As Don speaks the other dads, his chance for an affair with Miss Farrell based on happenstance, on just happening to run into her at the track become more real. This has been in development since her very first appearance, as an incarnation of the Earth Mother, dancing around the may pole, a symbol of masculine fertility reborn in the spring.

She is an exact incarnation of Don’s “type,” strong, smart beautiful brunettes who have their own jobs and lives, Don’s equals, not his dependents. One of my favorite things from the Bobbi Barrett arc in season two was the realization that she was using Don as her own beautiful boy toy, and that Don had acquired something of a reputation as a manwhore. Farrell views him through this lens, she doesn’t do the dance that society would demand of their relationship, she goes right up to him and says that all the father are drunks and philanderers. The question then is, why would she call him earlier, and flirt with him now? Does she know that and still want him for her own reasons?

In the episode, we see Don’s fear of attachment and commitment. The contract ties him down to Sterling Cooper for three years, but Cooper makes it clear that it’s ‘Don Draper’ signing the contact, not necessarily Dick Whitman. Don could still walk off and abandon the company, but to do so would mean abandoning his identity as well. He flirted with doing that last year, but realized that he could only run so far before being pulled back.

The hinted at relationship with Farrell is a way to potentially avoid the shackles of commitment at home, but at the same time, it locks him deeper into the Don Draper persona. He’s done this before, he falls into cycles of behavior, and one could argue that’s all that identity is. What ultimately makes us who we are? It’s the things we can’t stop doing. The pieces of ourselves that are far from the core are easy to change, but there are base things, deep down, that are impossible to alter, and Don is beginning to realize that it may not be so easy to alter his personality as he thought.

That’s where the incident with the hitchhikers comes in. Tripping on whatever drug they gave him, he sees a fractured reflection of the kind of identity he could have once had. These kids likely came out of the same world that Dick Whitman did, and his father’s joking is a stark contrast to the kids’ view of Don as an old man. Don views Sterling as one of the old guard, but that’s how these kids see him, a square with a house and family and all the things tying him down that they don’t have. They can run away and hitchhike and leave without any consequence, but Don is tied down by his car and his possessions. Just having those things makes him a target for someone with nothing.

So, the question of the episode becomes what can you leave behind in pursuit of a new identity? That’s paralleled with Peggy, who is growing increasingly frustrated with her lack of continued mobility at Sterling Cooper. We previously saw her talking about how she was in a really good place right now while smoking pot with Kinsey. Since then, she’s been scheming to move up as best she can within the company. She does seem much more competent than most of the employees there, but she may also be pushing her luck by expecting the pace of her rise from secretary to copy writer to continue.

But, that ascension has become part of her identity. She defines herself as a career girl, and has rejected both the love of her family and the world they came from, as well as the immediate hope for a husband or family in favor of her work. That’s what defines her, so stagnation at the office, to just put her nose down and work feels like giving up on making herself better.

Because her sense of self worth is so wrapped up in her job, Duck’s pass at her becomes a total validation. Not only is he interested in her as an employee, he also desires her on a personal level. There’s also clearly a revenge element involved, with her using Duck both as a way to get back at Don, and as a vicarious way to act out her desire for Don, who functions as both a father figure and someone she wants to be an equal. She was Don’s secretary, she knows he sleeps around, and I’d assume that on some level, she is attracted to him, perhaps best evidenced from her comment to him when he had the baby gifts, that he has everything.

So, it’s a messy situation, but ultimately I think she’s still looking out for her career. She knows this gives her leverage over Duck, and as long as she holds out on committing to him, she can get a better and better contract. Will sleeping her way to the top work out in the end? I’m not sure, but I think it’s a clear example of her sublimating her hope for deep personal commitments into her attempt to get ahead at her job.

Elsewhere, Betty continues her flirtation with Henry Francis. I’d argue that is Betty’s attempt to prove that she is both still desirable to men, and has her own identity and skills, qualities that would seem to be of diminishing importance after having her third child. Involvement with the Junior League ties her down to the life in Ossining that even she admits she didn’t initially find appealing. The quest to save scenic land feels so unimportant on some level, but it provides the excuse Betty needs to flirt with Francis, and prove her power over men. It’s the same thing she did to the horseback riding guy last season.

Because she has so little control over Don, it gives her pleasure to control other men. His speech to her about not wanting to be tied down by a contract, because the contract strips you of all power, also refers to her marriage to Don. The men who can’t have her give her affection and raw desire that she doesn’t get from Don anymore, and sticking a Victorian fainting couch in the middle of her living room is a way to show that there’s still a part of her that exists beyond the confines of the wife/mother role.

So, it was a wealth of material to delve into this week. As you might notice by the things I choose to write about, the actual goings on at the ad agency aren’t typically of as much interest to me as the personal stuff. I don’t think the show’s ever had a bad episode, but I found this week’s much more affecting than the much buzzed upon lawnmower blowup last week.

I think the show at its best explores the construction of identity within a society where the notion of what is and isn’t socially acceptable is undergoing a vast shift. We’re being reminded more and more of the impending Vietnam conflict, which promises to destroy the lives of the young and underprivileged, but is a potential goldmine for people like Pete and the old order military-industrial complex. It’s a relevant message for the 60s, but is perhaps even more so now. Wars are now sold by people like Don, framed with slogans and pitches designed to make them palatable to the masses. And, we remain haunted by the image of a mythical American dream, a time when people were happier and everything was easy, one which was created by men like Don. We change this mythologized man, and use it as an excuse to commit atrocities in the present.

As I said, the show has been absolutely on its game this season. I don’t have that total need to see the next episode that I had when something like The Sopranos or The Wire was on, but perhaps that’s because each episode here is so satisfying, a full meal unto itself that I like having a week to think about and process. I want to see what happens next, but I’m more interested in enjoying the moment.

Friday, September 25, 2009

My So Called Life

I’d argue, and have multiple times, that the biggest story in cinema this decade is the change in production standards and quality on TV. The buzz word is always “it’s more like a movie than a TV show,” which raises the question, what is a TV show anyway? Well, if you go back and watch shows from before shows like The Sopranos and 24 redefined what a TV show looked and felt like, you can find out what that criticism refers to. And, that can make it hard to appreciate shows that are as little as ten or fifteen years old.

My So Called Life is one of those shows I’ve always heard was great, and recently I decided it was time to check it out. Watching it, the first thing that strikes you is the fact that the early 90s were a nadir for fashion. Strange looking baggy flannel clothes cover everyone, and if it’s not those ugly looking muted colors, it’s popping neon day-glo, the holdover influence of the 80s merging with the low key aesthetic of the grunge years. But, the production style also feels like TV used to, recalling early episodes of Buffy, a show that depicted high school life at a similar time, though obviously with a different tone.

That’s not to say that there aren’t things that are timeless about the show. I think part of the reason that shows set at high school are so compelling, even to people who graduated a long time ago, is that high school is one of the few universal experiences. Colleges vary widely, jobs vary widely, but every high school has commonalities, and because the archetypal roles that people play are so culturally prominent, I think people use those archetypes to define themselves. So, you perceive yourself in the context of being either the ‘popular’ kid or the ‘geek’ or whatever other role. They’re identities that you can draw from in figuring out who you are.

Angela is set up in the same kind of identity crisis we see Lindsay Weir going through at the beginning of Freaks and Geeks, torn between her old friends, who were good, smart girls, and her edgier new friends. It’s a good place to start a show, but I think it can be hard to appreciate MSCL now, after seeing a show like Freaks and Geeks, which very much expands on the basic themes we see here.

My biggest issue with the show is the fact that the really compelling part of the show is Angela, and the relationships between her and her friends. But, partially due to the challenge of working with underage actors, huge amounts of screentime each episode are spent with Angela’s parents. Graham is an interesting character, but ultimately they’re just not as interesting as the kids, and it feels like a chore to sit through story after story where they go through the same conflicts and resolve them in the same manner. I don’t think it would have been better to have false drama, as in the teased at affair subplot in the first couple of episodes, but for the amount of screentime devoted to those characters, they don’t bring that much to the show.

And, because we spend so much time with them, it sometimes feels like Angela isn’t really that developed. I love the voiceovers she has, how they’re so dramatic, but true at the same time, casting her small-scale personal struggles as Earth shaking drama. But, because we didn’t spend as much time with her as I think we should have, she didn’t have the depth that the best TV characters do, and I felt some distance from her, when the whole point of the show seemed to be to draw you into her world. It feels almost disingenuous to have her voiceover guide the show, and then spend so much time away from her.

I think Claire Danes was amazing in the role, probably part of the reason that it’s been tough for her to transition to being an adult actress, but I do feel like Angela remained something of an absent center. Take Brian Krakow’s crush on her, I feel like I knew more about him and his motivations than I did about Angela. I totally understand why he had feelings for her, but at the same time, he thought she was pretty and somewhat accessible to him being his neighbor. But, shouldn’t we understand her on a deeper level than that? Maybe the idea was that her identity was in question and she doesn’t know who she is, so we don’t either, but I wanted more time with the character throughout.

I think the great success of Freaks and Geeks was the way it built a fully realized world within the school, and cast its net wide over a deep ensemble cast. The characters here are developed to some extent, but generally feel defined by one characteristic. They evolve in some ways, but don’t feel as deep or developed as the best TV characters. But, I think that part of that is attributable to the climate in which the show was produced, TV just didn’t go as deep back then, and it took shows like The Sopranos and Freaks and Geeks to break ground.

That’s not to say the show wasn’t successful. The things that linger are well realized moments that capture very real emotion. The stereotypical mindset of the teenager is to turn small scale personal events into earth shaking crises, and that’s what a TV show has to do as well. It can be done through metaphor, like Buffy did, or simply by building up your affection for certain characters. Angela’s crush on Jordan becomes her primary focus in life, so having him make a pass at her in his car, spinning her dream into harsh reality is essentially a collapse of this entire fantasy life she’s built up in her head. It’s a devastating collision of imagination and reality that works really well in the moment.

“Life of Brian” features a similarly effective conundrum, where we see Angela subconsciously sabotage Brian’s potential relationship with Delia, because she always wants to have Brian there as a backup potential relationship. If Brian gets together with someone, shortly after Sharon did, both people she considers below her on the social food chain, what does it say about her? So, she exploits the hold she has over Brian to make him do something stupid, even as he realizes that he’s doing Angela’s bidding and making a mistake. The episode ends with the two of them talking about how dances are always stupid, connected only by their negativity while Delia and Ricky have a great time.

Ultimately, I enjoyed the show. I had some issues with it, but on the whole, it felt real and emotionally relatable. I think it’s the kind of show that had more of an impact at the time because it aired at a time when TV just wasn’t doing stuff like this. Now, it’s more common, so it’s still a good show, but more recognizable as groundbreaking than as perhaps a truly standout series.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

My Emmy Nominations 2009

Actor (Comedy):
Alec Baldwin – Jack on “30 Rock”
Stephen Colbert – Stephen Colbert on “The Colbert Report”
Rhys Darby – Murray on “Flight of the Conchords”
Neil Patrick Harris – Barney on “How I Met Your Mother”
Tracy Morgan – Tracy on “30 Rock”


Neil Patrick Harris did a great job of pushing Barney into more emotional situations without compromising the inherent appeal of the character. He and the writers managed the near impossible task of giving him real emotional pathos without neutering the character. He’s the standout on the show, and was the standout comedy performance of the year.

Actress (Comedy):
Tina Fey – Liz on “30 Rock”
Rashida Jones – Anne on “Parks and Recreation”
Jane Krakowski – Jenna on “30 Rock”
Amy Ryan – Holly on “The Office”
Cobie Smulders – Robin on “How I Met Your Mother”


Tina Fey continues to be the likable, hilarious center of one of the strangest, funniest shows on TV. The short way to say it would be that she’s like Jerry Seinfeld if Seinfeld could actually act.

Supporting Actor Drama:
Nelsan Ellis – Lafayette on “True Blood”
Michael Emerson – Ben on “Lost”
Josh Holloway – Sawyer on “Lost”
John Slattery – Roger on “Mad Men”
Dean Stockwell – Cavill on “Battlestar Galactica”


I didn’t think too much of the character during the first few years of the show, but sometime around the fourth season, Sawyer and Holloway’s work with the character became one of the standout elements of Lost. As the other original characters grew exhausted, Sawyer continued to show new depths, and the relationship with Juliet was the perfect showcase for this. This year was the show’s best, and Sawyer owned its emotional component.

Supporting Actress Drama:
Ginnifer Goodwin – Margene on “Big Love”
Christine Hendricks – Joan on “Mad Men”
Elizabeth Mitchell – Juliet on “Lost”
Adrienne Palicki – Tyra on “Friday Night Lights”
Katee Sackhoff – Kara on “Battlestar Galactica”


There’s only been one successfully realized female character in the whole run of Lost, and that’s Mitchell’s Juliet. Rising above the plot machinations of an endless love quadrangle, she’s always found the emotional anchor to even the wackiest stories. This year, she matched wits with Josh Holloway’s Sawyer and killed it every episode. Hopefully she’ll be back in a meaningful way next year, she’s too good a character to lose.

Actor Drama:
Kyle Chandler – Eric Taylor on “Friday Night Lights”
Jon Hamm – Don on “Mad Men”
Edward James Olmos – Adama on “Battlestar Galactica”
Bill Paxton – Bill on “Big Love”
David Tennant – The Doctor on “Doctor Who”


The second season saw Hamm deepen Don’s internal turmoil and grow the character in new and fascinating ways. The relationship with Bobbi Barrett put Don in a new light, and he was able to skillfully show the stages of Don’s transformation into the man he is now. He’s already crafted one of the iconic TV performances of all time.

Actress Drama:
Connie Britton – Tami on “Friday Night Lights”
January Jones – Betty on “Mad Men”
Mary McDonnell – Laura Roslin on “Battlestar Galactica”
Elisabeth Moss – Peggy on “Mad Men”
Chloe Sevigny – Nikki on “Big Love”


There’s a lot of great performances on this list, but Sevigny surprised me the most, taking a character who was rather one not during the series’ first two seasons and giving her an unprecedented depth and longing. Her story captivated me this year, and helped make it the show’s best to date.

Best Writing:
Big Love - “On Trial” by Mark V. Olsen and Will Scheffer
Lost - “The Incident” by Carlton Cuse and Damon Lindelof
Lost “La Fleur” by Elizabeth Sarnoff and Kyle Pennington
Mad Men - “Jet Set” by Matthew Weiner
Mad Men - “The Mountain King” by Matthew Weiner and Robin Veith


I first watched Jet Set while home from work sick, turning an already crazy episode into a full on trip. Shot in the style of a 60s European art film, the episode draws you into a strange world and strands you there, gradually letting the world of the series to date drift away. It’s the series’ riskiest hour yet, and to date, its masterpiece.

Best Directing:
Battlestar Galactica “Sometimes a Great Notion” by Michael Nankin
Friday Night Lights - “Hello, Goodbye” by Michael Waxman
Lost “The Incident” by Jack Bender
Mad Men - “Jet Set” by Phil Abraham
Mad Men “The Mountain King” by Alan Taylor


The best written episode of the year was matched with the best direction, as Abraham builds a surreal landscape for Don to get lost in during Jet Set. Lacing ordinary moments with significance, the episode takes on the feel of a dream, and still lingers in my head, nearly a year after its initial broadcast.

Series Comedy:
30 Rock
Flight of the Conchords
How I Met Your Mother
The Office
Parks and Recreation


30 Rock had some ups and downs this year, but after the guest star heavy first part of the season was over, it was back to being as reliably hilarious as ever. The high school reunion episode was a classic, as was Generalissimo. It’s crazy and funny, the best comedy for several years running.

Series Drama:
Battlestar Galactica
Big Love
Friday Night Lights
Lost
Mad Men


One of the most artistically ambitious and stylish TV shows ever to air, Mad Men functions simultaneously as an exploration of a nation in turmoil and individual identities in crisis. The second season was more ambitious and more successful than the first, particularly during the California arc at the end of the year. The true successor to The Sopranos, Mad Men is already one of the greatest TV shows of all time, and was definitely the best of the ’08-’09 season.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Batman and Robin #4: "Revenge of the Red Hood: Part One: Red Right Hand"

The new issue of Batman and Robin features the predicted drop off in art quality, as Philip Tan’s murky, sketchy pencils replace the pop dynamism of Quitely. The story generally works though, the series remains very straight ahead and accessible, without the convoluted psychological insanity of Batman RIP, which most people seem to like, but I’m finding a bit frustrating on some levels.

I’m guessing, and hoping, that this new Batman series will follow a similar arc as the first part of his run, starting with just straight forward fun stories showing Batman on the top of his game, then gradually layer in new problems and issues until it becomes a complex psychological web. I think Morrison’s first couple of arcs on Batman are among the most generic comics he’s ever written. I love Damien, so he spices things up whenever he appears, but apart from that it’s pretty light ninja manbat adventures. It’s not until the JH Williams arc, and particularly the “Space Medicine” arc that the series takes off, and pretty much everything after that is among the best work Morrison’s ever done.

The new series has gone back to the original mode, focusing more on fun and light stories, with occasional moments of character introspection and thematic development. I found the psychological stuff a lot more interesting. I know that Batman RIP got some negative response, but I think it was an ambitious, hallucinatory experience. Reading those issues was like spinning down the insane rabbit hole that was Bruce’s collapsing psyche. It’s also some of the most avant garde content in any of Morrison’s big superhero titles, going further than anything he did in JLA or New X-Men.

But, I respect the direction he’s taking the reinvention and am able to enjoy the journey. It’s just a bit frustrating that it seems like the majority of these issues is action scenes that don’t really go anywhere, and the more intense character stuff is minimized to smaller interludes, very effective interludes, but if every page of this issue was as strong as the scene with Sasha talking about taking off her face or Dick and Damien on the roof, it’d be a much more emotionally engaging experience.

The Red Hood and Scarlet function on one level as another riff on the intrusion of grim and gritty supeheroics in the day-glo world of Silver Age comics. They represent the worst excesses of early 90s heroes, like The Punisher, killing villains that Batman and Robin would bring to justice, and doing so in a very modern way, publicizing their exploits on Twitter.

The Red Hood is very media conscious and sees Sasha’s mask as just another element of their image. In the same way that we wonder who’s under his hood, he claims that people will “imagine the beauty beneath that creepy mask.” That scene is the highlight of the issue, as Sasha’s inner humanity is contrasted with the Hood’s assurance that she’s doing the right thing. These two characters are clearly meant to be a mirror of Batman and Robin, and Sasha’s murders in response to her father’s death echo both Bruce and Dick’s origin. This is what Dick could have become if he was trained by the wrong man, and it’s what Dick is fighting to keep Damien from becoming.

One of the things I like about this issue is the way that Grant continues to expand the Batman universe and bring in new characters and concepts. In addition to the Red Hood and Scarlet, we get the introduction of a mysterious English author, another masked man. The Black Glove mystery in RIP was a lot of fun, and these two characters bring back the detective element to the comic, while also giving Batman some new villains.

The end of the issue builds to a flourish with Batman and Robin brought into contact with their counterparts and raising the question of who is the Red Hood. Jason Todd would definitely make sense, but I feel like Morrison wouldn’t go with such an obvious choice. Perhaps either the Hood or this English author is going to the Joker, he’s still out there, and I’m sure will return before the end of the run.

I’ve got to comment on Tan’s art, which is not a good match for the pop fun the book’s supposed to be going for. Cameron Stewart and Frazer Irving will both be a great match for the tone, but Tan stuff is murky and ugly. I think even the much maligned Tony Daniel was a better fit for the book. I actually liked Daniel, this, not so much.

As a side note, some of my waxing nostalgic for RIP was prompted by reading through Batman: The Black Casebook this week, the TPB collection of the 50s stories that inspired the early parts of Morrison’s Batman run. Why that book wasn’t out when RIP was running I have no idea, but it’s still worth a look. The thing that’s most striking about all those stories is how it’s not actually that far a leap from the strange psychological short stories in this book to what Morrison did in RIP. Many of the stories are about Batman being forced to question elements of himself and his identity, spinning into nightmarish scenarios of identity displacement and loneliness before everything is restored to the status quo on the last page.

My favorite story to date is a surreal one in which Batman wakes up in jail and is told that he’s a crazy man impersonating Batman. He goes to Wayne Manor and talks to Robin, revealing himself as Bruce Wayne. But then another Bruce comes down the stairs and our Bruce runs away. Eventually it’s revealed that Alfred was posing as Bruce, and he and Dick had set up this scheme to stop the real Bruce was dying due to a poison gas he’d been exposed to. It’s totally surreal and like a raw piece of psychological terror. He doesn’t face villains, he faces his own psychological demons. It’s a lot like the Superman stories of the era, just raw drug trip deconstructions of self in comic book form.

I’m sure there were a lot of less successful or ambitious stories from the era as well, but this book is a great compilation of ones that are fun to read and illuminate more of what Morrison was doing with RIP. Morrison has always embraced the absurdity of comics, and managed to find a way to make a story like RIP totally surreal, but still emotionally relevant in a way that more ‘realistic’ superhero comics aren’t.

And, I hope he gets back to that mode on Batman and Robin eventually. Doctor Hurt was teased to return at the end of issue one, and I can’t wait to see him back in action. After this Red Hood arc, at least we’ll have the awesome prospect of Cameron Stewart drawing a story with the Squire, one of Grant’s most entertaining pet characters in the DCU.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Our Sentence is Up Pre-Order

I haven’t had too much time to post here in a while, things have been a bit crazy on many fronts. But, I should mention that my book about The Invisibles, Our Sentence is Up, is going to be coming out in November and is available for pre-order now through Diamond. Check out the Sequart site for more info on how to order.



If you already read all the blog posts I did here, there’s still plenty worth checking out. The text is revised and expanded, with the most in depth look at the series that I think has ever been conducted. It’s also got a 50+page interview with Morrison himself, that covers all aspects of the series, and its place in both the world of the time and our contemporary world. If you’re wondering how Morrison’s world has changed, and how he feels about The Invisibles in the context of his present life and work, this is the interview for you.

I did an interview with Tim Callahan about the book on Comic Book Resources, which I would highly recommend checking out. It covers the background of the book, but also features a lot of interesting discussion about the series itself.

So, if you liked The Invisibles, check out this book, and please pre-order it from your retailers to support it and get it on shelves. And, if any media people out there are interested in doing an interview, just let me know, I’d be glad to talk to you and answer whatever questions you’ve got.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Mad Men - "My Old Kentucky Home" (3x03)

I didn’t have a chance to write about the first two episodes of Mad Men’s third season, but I’ve been watching and enjoying so far. I don’t think the show has matched any of the sublime stuff from the end of season two, but this week’s episode takes a big step forward, decentralizing the narrative and lending huge gravity to small moments and actions that transpire between the characters. Little explicit narrative progress is made, but so much happens.

Mad Men’s entire narrative structure draws heavily on the work that Weiner was doing with David Chase on the last few seasons of The Sopranos, with its intense exploration of personal angst and the characters’ struggle to maintain and carve out their identities in an ever shifting world. Mad Men has always teased our knowledge of impending social change, right from Don’s confrontation with Midge’s beatnik group in the first season. We know that they will ascend in the culture, while Don’s colleagues will fall, but this season intensifies that impending shift, bringing in more elements of the 60s counterculture, and showing people like Roger for the dinosaurs that they are.

That’s made most explicit in this episode’s black face musical number, where Roger looks like someone out of the 1800s, and most of his guests look on admiringly. They’re performing the same ritual their parents performed, and the disdain shown for anyone outside of their social circle disturbs Don, who spends the entire party drifting through pointless social ritual, except for his conversation with Connie.

The scene with Connie is interesting, it begins with Don seeking an “old fashioned,” the perfect drink for these people. I got the impression he thought Connie was the bartender, so he’s performing the expected ritual, talking to a servant like Roger would. But, he soon finds out that Connie is playing a role as much as him, both of them have risen in society, but neither feels like they really belong inside the party. Don’s story about his days as a valet is one of the rare times we’ve seen him open up about his past, because this is one of the rare times he’s encountered someone in the same kind of situation as him. Roger, Pete and Betty are naturals in this environment, but the others are all performing an adopted persona and hoping that nothing will give away their past.

Peggy has consistently been equated with Don, never more so than this year where we see her asserting her power to get what she wants, without regard to the social expectation for how women are supposed to behave. The highlight of last week’s episode was her acting out the role of the 14 year old in a 25 year old’s body that the guys so loved in Ann Margaret’s “Bye Bye Birdie” performance. Everyone has a certain role they’re supposed to play in the social contract. So, Sal plays the role of the heterosexual man, desiring Ann Margaret because that what he’s supposed to do. Men must assert their power and dominance over women by having exclusive control of the glance, something that the staging of the Bye Bye Birdie scene emphasizes. There’s nothing else to look at there, just her, so we’re forced to gaze at her. At this point, the office is constructed with the women in the role of visual object for the men to enjoy while doing their work.

Peggy sees this, but she also sees that there’s power in female sexuality. Joan can control the men through her flirty demeanor better than Peggy can in her de-sexualized persona. So, she uses Joan’s jokes and goes out to the bar to play the role of the helpless secretary, looking for a man who wants her. She jokes about hating her boss, drawing on aspects of her own life to build the “character.” She’s essentially playing a cross of Joan and herself. But, she can’t help but slip in her accomplishments, she’s proud of working in Manhattan and shows up the guy by talking about working while he’s still a student. When they do go back to his apartment, she uses him for what she wants, then walks out, just like Don would.

This week, she finds herself again at the forefront of things. Paul and Smitty decide to get high to “help their work,” but of course, wind up just sitting around eating and talking about pointless stuff. Peggy actually is inspired, and winds up reaching the same kind of zen higher state that Don reached during his time in California.

I think that drug scenes, like this one, are really interesting in a reality based context, where there are actual consequences to what they do. Anything that puts your characters in a different state of mind, and reveals new facets of them is interesting as a writer, and in this case, we see Peggy first pass through the classic pot stage of sitting there doing nothing, then ascend to a state where everyone around her seems to be a representation of her psychological demons. Paul and Smitty are the co-workers who have no respect for her, and look down on her from their ivory tower, the key moment being the juxtaposition of their attempts to impress her with their college degrees, while she considers it even more impressive to have the same job despite graduating from a secretarial school.

She tells them, in the episode’s most sublimely chilling moment that she’s in a really good place right now, then walks out to confront Olive, a secretary stand in for the family that’s trying to hold her back. Olive doesn’t want her doing anything crazy, anything un lady like, but Peggy tells her that she’s in control, she’s living the life she wants and is going down the exact path she wants. Having confronted the two major forces trying to hold her down, she gets lost in her thoughts and, like Don, sets out to channel a perfect ad campaign down onto her Dictaphone.

And, elsewhere we get a great spotlight storyline for one of the show’s most interesting characters, Sally Draper. Don’s daughter, who was likely the victim of some in utero drug and alcohol abuse, already has a lot of issues, and clearly fears being abandoned by her father. Last season, we saw how Don sculpted her into a submissive echo of Bobby Barrett, and this year she’s becoming a “little lesbian,” breaking Don’s luggage to stop him from leaving home.

In this episode, she steals her grandfather’s five dollars, for no apparent reason, then spends the rest of the episode in absolute fear of being discovered for her crime. It’s a really intense set of scenes because Gene is such a wild card. His dementia means that he could do anything, and left alone with Don and Betty, he’s very dangerous. Sally pulls a scam to give the money back, and in the end, it seems clear that Gene knows what happened, but decides to forgive her and let it go.

But, what is it that drives Sally to the theft? Perhaps she has already been so damaged that she wants to test her boundaries even more. She couldn’t get away with this theft, but maybe the next thing she tries will go unnoticed. She’s a really complex character, and it’s one of the most surprising things the writers have pulled off, giving her all these layers.

So, this episode was great, and brings together a lot of the disparate elements from the season so far. Though the show is ostensibly about an ad agency, it’s the internal politics of the agency that interest me least. But, seeing Don or Peggy in these unfamiliar situations is extremely interesting. And, as always, the cinematography was gorgeous, be it the way Betty is framed in the shadows at the end to suggest that she may actually be embracing her crush, or the epic shot of Peggy walking down the empty Sterling Cooper office, passing in and out of harsh overhead lights.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Batman and Robin #3: "Batman Reborn: Part Three: Mommy Made of Nails"

The first Batman and Robin arc wrapped up with another great issue, that again spotlights Frank Quitely as the best visual storyteller in comics history. The overall Morrison Batman story makes some progress, and some great groundwork is laid for future storylines, but this whole arc feels kind of like Morrison and Quitely cutting loose after the very structured, for the ages perfection of All Star Superman and just jamming on various crazy Batman ideas.

As with the other issues in the arc, the majority of the issue is a fight scene, in this case the intercut Batman and Damian fights to open things, then a triumphant reunion of “Robin and Batman” to bring Pyg to justice and firmly establish themselves as the Batman and the Robin, no matter what else happened in the interim.

As with a lot of recent Morrison work, there’s decentralization of the narrative, and an emphasis on singular moments. The threat has already escalated when we get there, and we go right to Pyg ranting at the height of his insanity and Batman mid-interrogation. This style works with Morrison for a number of reasons. One is that it allows him to give you all the pleasures you’d want from a Batman story, but still allow for Quitely to do his astonishing work on the extended fight scenes. The entire issue seems written to allow Quitely to draw something amazing on every page.

But, it also works that way because Morrison has just gotten better and better at summing up a concept or emotion in a single page, or even a single panel. There’s not that much explicit character work done with Damian over the course of these three issues, but by the end here, we can tell that he’s changed. We’re never told that he’s changed, we can see it in what he says and the way he responds to things.

The most haunting moment in the issue is after Damian promises to save Sasha, when he decides to go after Pyg instead of saving her. It’s a choice that may make sense in the moment, and is certainly where Damian’s instincts would lead him. He’s been raised by assassins, trained to kill, and he’s not going to fail in his mission. But, as he jumps on to a roller coaster car in pursuit of Pyg, he sees Sasha left behind, terribly deformed by Pyg’s process, being consumed by the Dolls, yelling “Don’t leave me! You promised!” The most haunting panel here is Damian’s hand reaching back towards her, unable to reach her as the car rolls down the tracks. That visual tells you the emotion of the moment perfectly, we know how much Damian wants to save her, but he can’t. It’s only a three panel sequence, but it’s a pivotal moment in Damian’s arc.

Sasha has lost her father in the same kind of traumatic event that Bruce Wayne or Dick Grayson lost theirs, and in the issue’s final moments, we see that she has become the Robin to Red Hood, scourge of the underworld, who seems to be a more violent version of Batman, gunning down the cops who threaten Sasha. So, because Damian failed to save her, she’s gone to work with someone on the darker side of things, and when Red Hood and Sasha invariably come into conflict with Batman and Robin, Damian’s guilt about failing to save her will come to the surface. We only hear Damian mention Sasha once after he fails to save her, but you can still tell that it phases him.

As I mentioned earlier, Quitely’s work in the fight sequence is just astonishing. I think he sometimes goes too far in drawing grotesques, but the doll people work pretty well, and the choreography is just on another level from anyone else out there. Quitely also manages to make both the Batman and Robin costumes look like the coolest outfits out there, something you wouldn’t mind being caught wearing on the street. His Damian looks like an actual ten year old, and that adds a lot of weight to the action. I love the look of his hood at the end of the issue, and the “Bang!” sound effects written in blood at the end are the capper on the issue.

The entire viral drug thing feels kind of tacked on, but I don’t really mind. That’s not what the story is about, Morrison and Quitely chose to focus on the parts they found most interesting, and then you can piece the rest together with the exposition here. The sequence with Batman and Gordon isn’t really about resolving the Pyg story, it’s about establishing the new Batman and Robin’s relationship with Gotham PD, and confirming that no matter what the earlier suspicions were, these guys are Batman and Robin.

And, with this new fresh start wrapped up, we return at last to a loose end from Batman RIP. It’s been a while since I read those issues, but I’m assuming that between the approach to Bossu’s place and Batman and Robin’s entrance through the ceiling is where the iconic “Batman and Robin will never die!” splash takes place. Either way, it’s great to see that stuff come back, and to get a really badass moment with Dick and Damian enjoying their success.

This issue wraps up Quitely’s run on the title. His art is masterful as always, but this is definitely a more low key Morrison/Quitely collaboration than most of their previous work together. I’m really excited to see what they work on next, be it the wrap up to this Batman stuff or something else, to see them incorporate the more experimental freeform style here into a new project. I can’t say I’m thrilled to have Philip Tan coming on board. I didn’t think much of his art in X-Men, and his aesthetic doesn’t seem a great match for Quitely’s or Frazer Irving’s down the line. But, we’ll see. The series has established its new status quo, now it’s time to play around in that world.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Inglorious Basterds

When history looks back on the history of film in the 2000s, the defining narrative is going to be the ascension of TV as the primary visual artistic medium, and mainstream film’s increasing polarization between micro-budget indies and creative dead end rehashed blockbusters. But, even as TV has become a better medium for conveying narrative, cinema maintains its unparalleled ability to create singular moments and cast a spell on the viewer that lasts as long as the movie rolls. Quentin Tarantino, for all his annoyingness in interviews, knows that cinema is about moments, and packs his film full of the sublime collisions of visual, audio and narrative content that make movies so special. Basterds is full of transcendent, singular moments that so perfectly use the medium, he makes everyone else look like they’re not even trying to make movies that resonate and matter.

One of the interesting things about Tarantino movies is that in many ways, they’re written as a collision of theater and cinema. The film features a couple of lengthy setpiece conversations that are literally just people sitting at a table talking, but through the editing and performance, they build incredible tension. The opening scene of the film is a perfect example of that. You start off with the inherent tension in Landa, a Nazi officer, coming to visit this family. His total confidence contrasted LaPadite nerves. Throughout the film, until the very end, Landa is always in a position of total control, there’s a surface calm, but also the potential to explode into violence at any minute.

By revealing to us the family beneath the floor boards, the whole scene takes on a new tension. We know that LaPedite is trying to trick Landa, and the question becomes, can he do so? So, the tension mounts until the fantastic section in which Landa decides to keep up the charade until the last minute, and the quiet conversation of the film’s opening is broken up by an onslaught of weapon fire, and a bursting haze of dust bits floating in the air.

One of the interesting things about Tarantino’s approach is that he focuses almost exclusively on character in constructing his films. The overall narrative, the ostensible quest by the Basterds and Shosanna to kill the Nazis, develops in a very leisurely way, and the vast majority of the film is these things that would be considered digressions in other movies. The typical screenwriting approach is to just give the audience enough to get the information they need then move on, anything not essential to the story should be cut. What is the ostensible ‘point’ of the first scene? It’s to establish Landa as a menacing force. That can be done much quicker, and still get you the same narrative information. But, the extra time spent is both enjoyable on its own terms, and gives you an even better sense of the character.

And, by keeping the scene so slow and conversational, the mounting tension at the end is even more powerful. As the film’s first music cue rises up on the soundtrack, Landa’s true intent becomes apparent, and leads to the act that sets up the film’s primarily emotional motivation, Shosanna’s revenge.

The film’s chapter structure, as well as its fonts and credits, recall the format of Kill Bill. I like the chapter structure because I think it gives you an implicit explanation of why certain characters are absent from the narrative for so long. You’re not wondering where Aldo is, or where Shosanna is during the sections they’re off screen, you know they’ll likely be back in the next chapter.

So, chapter two picks up the ostensible primary story of the film, that of the Nazi-hunting basterds. This is easily the film’s weakest chapter, Pitt as Aldo Raine is a lot of fun, but lacks the more nuanced character of the other, European characters, and the other Basterds, apart from Stiglitz don’t make too much of an impression. As the film wound down to its climax, I didn’t want to see any of these guys succeed in taking out the German high command, I wanted that to be Shosanna’s victory. There’s a level of sadism in what they do that’s a bit unpleasant, even if it is being done to Nazis. The clever punishment given to survivors is more satisfying to watch than simply seeing someone’s head beaten with a bat.

And, if the film has one misstep, it’s in the casting of the Basterds, particularly giving Eli Roth such a prominent role. Where a great actor could make even a small role like that really come alive, Roth doesn’t do much more than say the words. He doesn’t do anything glaringly wrong, but I feel like the role could have been much more. Similarly, I’m not sure if BJ Novak and Samm Levine were cast deliberately for their non-menacing qualities, but they generally came off as doofier, comic relief, particularly during the funny “Little Man” conversation at the end of the film.

But, looking at the film as a whole, all the American characters do seem designed primarily as comic relief. I was thinking that the film might be stronger if it just focused on Shosanna and Landa, with no stuff about the Basterds, but without the humorous counterpoint of the Basterds, the stuff with Shosanna could wind up feeling a bit self serious and the film as a whole would be less unique. Pitt isn’t the lead of the film, he’s the comic relief, conspicuously off camera for most of the film’s real emotional moments, like the sequence in the basement tavern, or the climactic shootout.

Shosanna was easily my favorite character in the film, and her emotional arc was the most fully realized. Considering the episodic nature of the script, I’d hesitate to call it “her film,” but it’s her story that I kept wanting to see more of. The sequence set in occupied France once again brings in that element of casual menace. Shosanna is continually forced to play nice with the people who killed her family, for fear that any sign of resistance would prompt an investigation and the discovery of her true identity.

Much of the chapter’s significance lies in what Shosanna tells Zoller in the projection booth, that he’s gotten so used to being hailed as a hero, he doesn’t know when someone means no anymore. The Nazis, thanks to their military power, are so used to getting everything they want that they see people simply as objects in their path to be conquered. Zoller has mixed feelings about this, he claims to not like being hailed as a war hero, and has issue watching his own “exploits” dramatized on screen. He ostensibly wants Shosanna to like him not for what he did in the war, but for the person underneath.

The problem is, he isn’t going to take no for an answer, she’s going to like him no matter what. And, the more prickly she is to him, the more he wants her. He’s being hailed by people in this café, but he only wants her to like him. So, he arranges the premiere at her cinema as a way getting even closer to her, which puts her closer and closer to both her worst nightmare and her ultimate goal, the chance to get revenge against the people who killed her family, to show them who they really are on screen.

The sequence in the café is another masterpiece of subtle tension, as Landa draws out the eating of the Strudel, leaving us uncertain whether he knows who she is, or is just messing with her because she can. It’s also interesting to see the juxtaposition of Shosanna’s concealed hatred for these people with her struggle to put up a public face that won’t offend them. She’s bound to them now and has to play along until she gets the chance to get back at them.

So, she hatches the idea of using her aunt’s old films as a bomb, to burn down the theater and destroy them all in the process. More on that shortly, but I’ll note how effective the transition from her request for filmmaking equipment is in jumping us over to Operation Kino. We know that she’s doing her own Operation Kino while the Basterds and their new British ally are working on the official Op Kino in France.

The Mike Myers sequence is another one that would be much shorter in most films. The goal is just to establish this guy is an expert on cinema, and will be going undercover to blow up the premiere. You can do that in a voiceover, a letter, whatever, but the scene as it plays works because Myers is fun to watch, and it starts laying in the key themes about the way that the German national cinema, and by extension, the German national mind, was co-opted by Nazi themes at the expense of the more ambitious 1920s impressionist cinema.

Hollywood of the 1930s and 40s shaped the American national image, and during World War II, its propadanda films were key to creating the narrative of the war. Goebbels was trying to do the same thing with his films, and in the process, he tried to rewrite history, eliminating the moral ambiguity of post Weimar work and replacing it with the overt heroes and villains of the Nazi propaganda cinema, specifically “Nation’s Pride.” On the one hand, this scene, like the exploration of nitrous film earlier, is an insidery film reference that could be seen as self indulgent. But, it also works without any outside knowledge of history, setting up the thematic significance of Shosanna using the old films as a means of destroying the German elite.

That leads into the basement tavern scene, another great work of mounting tension. Tarantino establishes multiple areas of drama, including Hickox’s questionable German skills, Stiglitz’s mounting rage and the uncertain motivations of the German officer, who may or may not know about Hammersmark’s deception. Again, the way the scene is played out lets this tension build to a huge crescendo before exploding suddenly in the seemingly inevitable result of a Mexican standoff, a room filled with gunfire, leaving nearly everyone dead.

It’s difficult to comment on morality in a film like this, where we’re seemingly led to support the cartoonish scalping of Nazis, but at the same time confronted with a much more real vision of the war on the European side. It could be a comment on perceptions of the war in America vs. Europe. In America, it’s a fun excursion, where the inherent evil of the Nazis makes it easy to indulge in an over the top us vs. them exercise killing German soldiers who’ve sold their souls. But, for Shosanna, the violence is real, and simply killing individual soldiers isn’t enough, it’s the ideology that has to be destroyed.

That’s what the end of the film, the most audacious chapter, is all about. The German high command has created an ideology of hate, one that is symbolized by the films that Goebbels creates. As they all gather around the screen to watch a film that seems to consist solely of Zoller mowing down American soldiers, she has the chance to explode that ideology in their face and confront them with the real cost of that violence.

In Kill Bill, the cinematic high point of the film was the preparing for the battle sequence in Volume I. Scored to the now iconic “Battle Without Honor or Humanity,” the tension is built to a huge level as we watch all the pieces moves into place in the most visual, cinematic way conceivable.

The instantly iconic “Cat People” sequence in the film does the same thing, as we watch Shosanna arm herself for the battle to come. I love films that don’t adhere to the expectations we have for period drama. In that sense, Basterds has much in common with Marie Antoinette or Public Enemies, both films that deliberately played with our expectations for a costume drama or a gangster movie. “Cat People” works perfectly in the moment, no matter what time period it comes from. And, I love the way that we get the badass hero suits up montage for a woman putting on makeup and a dress, not the soldiers getting their guns. The sequence is full of memorable images, like the way that the rouge on her cheeks is spread to evoke Indian war paint, or the slow dissolves, rather than a push in, that go from wide shot to closeup as she stands at the window and looks out.

She emerges from her personal space to the theater and we witness the premiere already in full swing. She stares down at them, her face behind a veil that evokes Fassbinder’s Maria Braun. The whole sequence builds such incredible momentum, I wasn’t sure that the film would be able to sustain it for the climax, and Tarantino’s choices frequently seem anathema to keeping that tension going. After we build this crescendo of Shosanna’s rage, we jump over to a lengthy comic scene with Aldo and crew trying to present convincing Italian accents for Landa.

It’s a testament to Tarantino’s skill that he consistently stops the film when it should be rushing forward to do that sort of comedy stuff, but is able to recapture the momentum whenever needed. The lobby scene, or the later scene with Landa and Raine negotiating about ending the war both are entertaining on their own merits, but feel decidedly besides the point next to the action in the theater.

But, he can easily jump from the goofiness of the Italian name stuff to the incredibly tense scene with Bridget Von Hammersmark in Shosanna’s office. That scene is great on its own merits, riffing again on Tarantino’s love of feet, but also ties in to the overall narrative, through staging it into Shosanna’s office. Landa has taken her family, he’s taken her theater and he’s even taken over his office and is using it to kill people. But, she has a plan to get back at him.

At this point in the film, I was annoyed that Landa hadn’t captured Omar and Donny, since I didn’t want to see these two not particularly developed characters succeed in their plan and not give Shosanna the satisfaction of her vengeance. So, there was great tension during the Landa and Raine scene, as we’re left in uncertainty about what was going to happen in the theater.

But, we eventually get back there, where every action is juxtaposed against the much celebrated action on the screen, Zoller’s wholesale massacre of other soldiers. This is the German mythos, the German ideology played large on the big screen, and it brings great delight to everyone in the audience. Hitler and Goebbels see this film as something that can inspire the people and keep the war alive, even as the Americans crash onto French shores. They understand that war is ultimately about ideas, it’s whose mythos is stronger, who wants it more. Zoller becomes an aspirational figure, someone who could inspire the people to fight harder, even as things become more of a lost cause. If he can singlehandedly defeat three hundred soldiers, then no obstacle is insurmountable.

The film lulls the German audience into an easy connection with the death on screen, it casts a spell on them that subtly influences their morality. Shosanna intercuts her own message in to the film, one that subverts the moral intention of everything that the Germans are doing. Instead of one hero and a hundred faceless victims, it’s the victim speaking to them, the murdered extra becomes the star and destroys the illusion that Goebbels worked so hard to create. Zoller isn’t a hero, he’s only perpetuated the conflict.

The projection booth is Shosanna’s inner sanctuary, the beating heart of the theater that is her weapon. She sets it in motion, and when the reels shift, the deed is done, she has sealed her own fate, and will go down with the blaze. But, before that, there’s Zoller threatening to upend the plan. As I said before, Zoller’s approach to her in the projection booth is a moment that sums up the entire German ethos, this belief that they can take whatever they want because they are entitled to it. He will have her by any means because he’s the hero on that screen, he’s the person they’re all there to see, and she will love him for that.

But, Shosanna gets to do what those three hundred faceless soldiers couldn’t, she guns Zoller down. It ties in to both a meta cinema comment and a very real idea. Three hundred deaths is a statistic, it loses meaning or perspective. As we see more and more people gunned down on the screen, the audience laughs, but it becomes increasingly meaningless, a spectacle. They are the extras, but Shosanna is the star. A random soldier can’t kill Zoller, but Shosanna’s story has led her here and given her the spotlight to take him down. One death is a tragedy, three hundred deaths is a statistic.

That’s also why Shosanna’s quest means more than the Basterds’. She has real motivation, and her desire for vengeance exists on an emotional, real world level, not a spectacle level. It’s a tricky thing to weld the two narratives together, because the joy we get from watching Nazis get scalped earlier in the film would seem to be the same joy that Hitler gets from watching Zoller on screen. Is Tarantino equating us to Hitler? I think he’s more pointing out the inherent joy of watching violence portrayed on screen. I just read an interview where he mentioned that a woman getting bashed into a table out of nowhere in a romantic drama would be horrifying, but Steven Seagal killing seven people is fun. Movie violence exists in a different reality than real world violence, the Basterds’ quest takes place in movie reality while Shosanna’s takes place in a more reality based context.

So, the death of Shosanna is a shocking, tragic moment. As she’s shot up, the screen explodes with a flurry of colors and dust in the air, in death, she transcends reality and becomes pure cinema. It’s a moment that would be shocking simply for its content, but the music choice and slo-motion cinematography turns it into so much more. Shosanna is dead, but like a ghost, we see her rise up on screen and taunt the German people with what they’ve been complicit in.

The goal of “Pride of a Nation” is to refine the perception of the German nation by ignoring the past and focusing only on the heroism of one soldier. They want to erase all other narratives and preserve only that one. That’s why it’s so significant that Shosanna and Marcel should use the old films that her aunt held on to as the fuel for the fire that will consume the Nazis. This is literally her family history, the prized possession of her aunt and uncle, but it’s also the symbolic stand in for everything the Nazis want to destroy. In the scene with General Fenech, we hear that Goebbels seeks to supercede the Jewish cinema of 1920s Germany, and the Jewish controlled cinema of Hollywood. The history of film is a Jewish history, and that history is what interrupts the new history Goebbels seeks to write, then literally burns it down.

The most powerful image in the film, and its most effective summation, is unquestionably the screen catching fire as Shosanna laughs, turning her into an angel of vengeance, descending into hell to cast her wrath down on the German high command. That moment is chilling, and it builds as Donny and Omar break into the opera boxes and gun down Hitler, and the other Nazi personnel. Those scenes, shot like Scarface, see the Germans becoming victims of the very cinematic violence they were just enjoying.

The theater burns and with it, the symbols of Nazi iconography. Over the flames we hear Shosanna laugh, and in the smoke, we can see glimpses of her face, hanging in the air like a ghost. And then the whole thing blows up, the dynamite a satisfying cap to the climax.

The film ends with Landa negotiating the terms of his deal. It strains credibility a bit to think that Landa would abandon the Nazis, but in the context of the film, they’re already on a downward slope, and he’s just looking out for himself. Why does he kill von Hammersmark when he himself will soon be a traitor? Perhaps he’s taking out his rage at his own betrayal on a surrogate version of himself, or maybe he’s just sadistic, it’s hard to say.

Raine ends the film with a satisfying callback to the earlier chapter, as we see that Landa may be able to make a deal, but he can never escape the legacy of what he’s done. Raine claims it just might be his masterpiece, which is of course, a meta comment by Tarantino on the film we’ve just watched.

Is it Tarantino’s masterpiece? I’d have to see it again to say for sure, but I don’t know that anything can match the raw energy and excitement, the experience that is Kill Bill Volume I. But, I think this is definitely a stronger film than Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs or Pulp Fiction, and it’s in many ways Tarantino’s most ambitious film. Shosanna is one of his most compelling characters, and there’s a confidence to the film’s construction that few can match.

Most of all, it’s a cinematic experience, full of memorable visuals and enduring moments, all designed to build tension and create a deep immersion in the world of the film. Calling a film “cinematic” is usually just a short hand for having good visuals, but there’s a huge difference between simply shooting pretty pictures and making a compelling film experience. This is an experience at every level, a masterclass in how to use music in films, and how to build tension through subtle means. It’s about suspense, about the buildup to the action, not just the action itself, and it’s just incredibly fun. You get caught up in the world and the characters, and the stylistic flourishes just immerse that. So, it may not be his best film, but it’s certainly a masterpiece, and likely to find a spot on my best of the decade list at the end of the year.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

And Now What?: Funny People

The “And What Now?” series continues with the film that inspired it, a look at Judd Apatow’s Funny People. I think there’s a wide gap in the media discourse about the film and the film itself. The big story about the film was the idea that this was Apatow’s most serious project yet, a film that brought him to a crossroads between the goofy comedies of the past, and a serious meditation on life and death, with the implicit implication that the film would prove too difficult or dramatic for audiences to deal with. Has that happened? Perhaps, the film certainly hasn’t performed as well as some other Apatow films, but I think that’s largely a function of the media presentation of the movie rather than the movie itself.

I don’t think that Funny People is that much more dramatic than Knocked Up. Both films featured a blend of lowbrow raunchy comedy with some moments of real emotional soul searching by the protagonist when he’s given some unexpected news that breaks up his comfortable, but empty life. Sure, the hook of Funny People is darker, but the film is still pretty funny. And, it’s troubling to me that the studio will likely blame the film’s ‘failure’ on its ambitious blend of comedy and drama, and ambling narrative approach, meaning they’re less likely to greenlight another comedy that doesn’t have an obvious high concept hook. I’ve been trying to support mostly original films this summer, and it’s not good to see this and Public Enemies presented as ‘failures’ when in reality they’ll make more money back down the line than a film like Wolverine or G.I. Joe that opens huge, but quickly plummets. But, the opening weekend gives those films the allure of success, an allure that alludes Enemies and People.

But, business stuff aside, I think the film does represent a more mature Apatow in the sense that the dual protagonist structure allows him to explore both the person he was, in the form of Seth Rogen’s Ira, and the person he might become, Sandler’s George. It’s clearly a personal film, but I think it represents one of the central problems that successful directors face, the growing distance from normal life that comes with success. Apatow makes movies all day, that’s the world he’s in, and if he’s going to write authentically, it’s going to be about that world.

But, I think that ‘normal’ people always find it difficult to sympathize with the troubles of someone like George who, on the surface, seems to have everything he could ever want. The scene where he gets the news he has cancer, then has to pose for a photo with a fan makes clear that there’s a huge downside to being a celebrity. You always have to be on, no matter what, and it’s even tougher for someone who’s supposed to be funny. But, it still feels a bit like whining when nearly everyone in the audience would gladly trade places with George, or by proxy, Sandler or Apatow.

So, the question arises, what are the stories you can tell once you’ve got everything? You can wind up with a film like this, or Fosse’s All that Jazz, an exploration/critique of what fame has done to you. But, where do you go from there? When you’ve told your showbiz story, what do you do next?

I think the thing that makes Funny People or All That Jazz work so well where other films set in the world of film fail is that it’s not assuming that this world is inherently interesting, it’s just using it as a way to explore character.

But, the question still arises, where does Apatow go from here? He’s created such a defined aesthetic, a brand, that at this point even films he’s not involved with, like I Love You Man, make it seem like he’s ubiquitous. I like a lot of Apatow produced stuff, but at the same time, I’m more interested in seeing him develop his own voice than in getting more watchable but unexceptional films like Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Can Apatow keep walking the line between comedy and drama as well as he has in his past two films, or will he retreat into the easier world of straight up comedy? And, where will he draw on for his material?

I hope that Apatow isn’t scared off by the mixed reaction to Funny People and keeps going deeper and more character centric with his films. I know the film was criticized for its two and a half hour running time, but it’s precisely that lengthy running time that allows the film to build a world, and give you a sense of these characters’ lives. You could tell this story in 90 minutes, but in doing so, you’d cut out the moments that make it great. The more built up the world is, the less you notice the gears of a three act screenplay grinding under the surface. I get no satisfaction from just “watching a story unfold,” I want to get immersed in a world and characters’ lives, and that’s what this film did.

I don’t think Funny People was a flawless film by any means, but I love the way it built on the rambling narrative style and mix of comedy and drama in his previous films, and I hope he can continue to find the way forward and doesn’t become like the George Simmons character in the film.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Comics and The Con

It’s time for one last post on San Diego Comicon. I’ve read a bunch of great coverage about the con, a lot of which centers on the idea of what places do comics actually have at the event. With the big Hollywood presentations drawing all the press attention, and everyone talking about Twilight fans ‘ruining’ the con, where’s the discussion of comics themselves? People seem indignant that ‘their’ con has been stolen away by all this Hollywood stuff.

Having actually been there, I think they paint a kind of fatalist picture of the situation. Now, maybe it was really different in previous years, but the way I saw it, there’s essentially two cons. There’s the con that draws all the media attention, the Hall H stuff, the movie studio presentations, all of that is out there, but so is what was likely the same con from the 80s, the comics publishers and creators, still out there selling their wares and meeting with fans.

I think the central flaw in most peoples’ writing is the notion that the media would be covering comics stuff, and people would be going to the comics booth if only that Hollywood stuff wasn’t sapping the attention, that you’d have 100,000 fans buying comics if Johnny Depp hadn’t shown up. But, the reality is, without those Hollywood stars, you wouldn’t have nearly as many people in attendance, nor would you have anywhere near the media presence. The Hollywood section of the con has latched itself on to the existing comics con, and become its own promotional event.

So, it’s illogical to criticize the media for not focusing on comics when they’re not really there to cover the con, they’re there to cover Twilight, or Lost or whatever it is. Comics, despite being a key source for film concepts, still don’t have the cultural cachet that most people would be particularly engaged in whatever news comes out of comicon. The biggest comics story, Marvel’s acquisition of the Marvelman trademark, centers on an influential, but obscure comic that hasn’t even been published in fifteen years, and a character who even most comics readers don’t know. So, if you’re saying the media should cover the comics end of things, what should they report? I suppose there’s always the general check in with various creators, but that’s not news, there’s no urgency to report that someone just showed up to the con, and I don’t think there’s really a mainstream audience out there interested in it.

Back when I first seriously got in to comics, about ten years ago, there was a constant dialogue about trying to “save” comics, to get them cultural respect and mainstream acceptance. The strange thing is that it’s happened to a large extent, every movie seems to be based on a comic, superheroes are cool, and “graphic novels” definitely draw respect from people. I saw people all over reading Watchmen before the movie came out, and Alan Moore has become almost a household name.

The problem is, that apart from reading Watchmen, more people seem to respect comics than actually read them. And, even the people who read Watchmen don’t generally seem to branch out much further beyond the obvious classics like Maus or Dark Knight Returns. Those are nearly twenty-five year old books, surely people should be reading something more current.
So, even if people don’t support comics that much directly, isn’t it good that all these people are cool with going to an event called comicon? I’ve never read Twilight the book or seen the movie, but I love the fact that it’s cultivating the kind of fervor in young female fans that something like Star Wars did for me as a kid. If you’re going to comicon, on some level you’re still that kid who’s just an unabashed fan of something, and it’s great to see properties reaching girls on that level. And, the relative quality of the property doesn’t matter, it’s seeing people engage with something so strongly. Why are the same people who’d camp out for a Star Wars movie criticizing people for doing the same thing for Twilight?

After all, what comics, or any genre work, really need is that gateway work, the one that hooks you and makes you a fan for life. Get someone hooked young and they’ll keep coming back, and if Twilight leads to someone checking out Buffy, or if the Twilight comic leads to someone checking out more comics, that’s great. Isn’t that what ‘we’ always wanted, to see women and girls reading comics and engaging with genre material? To the fifteen year old boy carrying a “Twilight Ruined Comicon” sign, I can only say, where is your own self interest? Are you going to be more likely to get a girl who loved Twilight and thus accepts your comics or anime or sci-fi habit, or a girl who just looks down on that stuff. Twilight is the perfect gateway drug, be happy it’s out there.

I guess the problem is, people want others to engage with comics or genre stuff, but only in one specific way. So, superhero fans wouldn’t want to see someone go and snap up a bunch of Fantagraphics books, any less than someone would want to try to push Jimmy Corrigan on someone and see them go over and read a Geoff Johns comic. I definitely evangelize Morrison’s work and the TV shows I like, but on some level, you’ve got to realize, not everyone is going to engage the same way you are.

The problem for comics is that, particularly on the monthly level, readership levels are so low, and with rising prices, the question becomes, can the medium as we know it sustain itself? When an issue of Seaguy, a comic by the biggest writer in comics, sells 9,000 copies, it raises some questions. Comics may have to die and be reborn in a cheaper, more efficient format.

In the end, the comicon I went to was an amazing experience. Sure, the Hollywood parties may be out there, but the comics parties were there too, and it did still feel like a community. There’s a million things going on, but the con that was is still going strong in its shadow.

Monday, August 03, 2009

The Films of Kenneth Anger: Vol. II

Over the past two days, I watched all the films of Kenneth Anger Volume II. I got the DVD from Netflix, and I’ll admit it sat on the sidelines for a few weeks, but after checking it out I was shocked by just how good all these films were. I’d previously been familiar with Anger’s work from seeing “Scorpio Rising” in Intro to Film Part II in my days at Wesleyan, and I really liked it, but it turned out to be only the start of Anger’s work.

The thing that makes me like Anger’s work so much is the fusion of pop iconography and mystical imagery in an avant garde structure. Anger is one of the all too rare artists out there who manages to skillfully jump between low culture and high culture styles, making things that could seem pretentious, like Scorpio’s cuts to Jesus, work because they’re mashed up with the over the top sounds of an early 60s pop song.

Bringing in the magical component makes him even more like Grant Morrison, another artist who incorporates the style of low culture into avant garde narrative structures. The distillation of narrative to a series of iconic images and pop moments in Final Crisis feels like comics’ answer to the sort of jump cutty visual language Anger employs here. One of the major problems with most avant garde films is that they forget that on some level every piece of art is meant to entertain. It can be thought provoking and challenging, but there should be that visceral spark of fun, and all of Anger’s work has that.

The first couple of films in the collection are scored with the same sort of 50s and early 60s pop songs that David Lynch used to such wonderful effect in many of his films. Even after hearing it a bunch of times, a song like “Blue Velvet” feels utterly alien, I really like the song, but it feels like a transmission from another world. These pop songs are caught at the crossroads of a changing culture, moving from the crooner era of the 40s into the rock era of the 50s. Pop music essentially coalesced into the film it now inhabits with the arrival of The Beatles, who laid the groundwork for basically everything that’s followed. So, the more prog sounds of the later films feel more comfortable and familiar than the songs in “Scorpio.”

“Lucifer Rising” is the other long work in the set, and it’s a really fascinating film, a more concise and effective version of a lot of the themes that Jodorowsky explored in The Holy Mountain. I have a soft spot for the sort of mystical imagery that I’m sure a lot of people would call pretentious wank. I think film does have a legitimately mystical component, and the best filmmakers are the ones who manage to turn cinema into a kind of religious experience. Telling a story is fine, but casting a spell is much more challenging and ambitious. Malick is a filmmaker who does this, as are more recently Gaspar Noe and Wong Kar-Wai.

Anger draws on religious imagery as a way of building a cosmology within “Lucifer.” I’m not sure exactly what the film is saying, but watching it, the combination of images and music succeeded in drawing me into the world of the film. I love the visuals, particularly the astounding on location shots at the Sphinx and pyramids, as well as the arrival of the UFO at the end.

Grant Morrison has talked a lot about how his comics aren’t about magic, they are the magic, and that’s how I feel it is with these films too. In neglecting traditional narrative, Anger targets the subconscious directly and is able to draw you in. It’s the kind of filmmaking I love to see. Film can do so many things, it’s tragic that it’s been trapped in this prison of the three act narrative, composing the work on a page not on screen. I think that’s one of the things that makes filmmakers like Wong Kar-Wai and Malick so significant, the fact that they work off script so often, and actually build their films out of images not just translating the words on a page, and Anger does the same thing here, creating works that are distinctly cinematic and enthralling.