A More Perfect Union April 23, 2010
Posted by monty in comedy, TV.Tags: comedy, Extras, Kate Winslet, Ricky Gervais, TV
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Despite my general disdain for James Cameron’s Titanic, I’ve always been a huge fan of Kate Winslet. In fact, she could star in a half dozen sequels to Titanic, and I’d still come down firmly on her side just for her portrayal of Clementine in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It’s to her immense credit that, post-Titanic, she didn’t snatch up every big paycheck that came down the line at the expense of her artistic integrity. Instead, she’s stuck mainly to her indie roots, with only the Nancy Meyers-directed comedy The Holiday her only true foray into Hollywood convention (and even that one’s a little perverse by trying to pass off Jack Black as a romantic leading man). Her other projects have all been stubbornly independent: Quills, Little Children, Holy Smoke – even movies like Finding Neverland and Revolutionary Road, despite their prestige and big-name casts, haven’t been terribly mainstream.
And then there’s her appearance on Ricky Gervais’ brilliant Office follow-up, Extras. For those who don’t know the plot, Extras focuses on a pair of the titular background actors, Andy Millman (played by Gervais) and Maggie Jacobs (Ashley Jensen). The show isn’t quite as uncomfortable as The Office, but it still explores some of the same territory, as the harmlessly self-centered Andy and the hapless Maggie try to get a line or two while on the set of their latest movie, usually to humiliating effect. The beauty of the show, however, is due to its celebrity cameos. David Bowie, Ben Stiller, Patrick Stewart, Ian McKellan, Daniel Radcliffe, and others show up in various episodes and poke vicious fun at their public personas.
And that’s where Kate Winslet comes in. In the series’ very first episode, Andy and Maggie are extras on the set of a Holocaust-themed movie. Andy plays a German soldier, Maggie plays a Jewish refugee, and Winslet plays herself playing a nun who hides the Jews in a church. In one of the episode’s subplots, Maggie reveals she has a new boyfriend who likes to talk dirty on the phone, but Maggie doesn’t know how to respond. In a feat of comic derring-do, Winslet shows up to give her lessons.
(The following video of the first ten minutes of the episode is very funny, but if you only want to watch the shorter clip in question, watch from 5:00 to 7:20.)
Then, toward the end of the episode, Winslet checks in with Andy and Maggie to see how the phone call went.
Winslet’s performance is great for a variety of reasons, but for me the pleasure comes from seeing an actress often known for playing straight-laced characters in period movies (Sense and Sensibility, Quills, Finding Neverland, Jude) give lessons on masturbatory dirty talk. And of course there’s an extra layer of subversion as she does it in a nun’s habit. Winslet has shown hints of comic flair before, but her work here is so terrific (some of which admittedly has to be credited to Gervais, who has a knack for making everyone shine) that I wish she’d take the plunge and do a full-fledged comedy. Stick her in Judd Apatow’s next movie, or let her star in something with, say, Zach Galifianakis or Paul Rudd or Steve Carell. I’d be first in line.
*****
Current listening:
Josh Ritter – So Runs the World Away (2010)
Last movie seen:
The Crow (1994; Alex Proyas, dir.)
Song of the Day (4/20/10) April 20, 2010
Posted by monty in music.Tags: Kitchens of Distinction, music, Song of the Day
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April 20 has to be the lamest day of celebration on the calendar. If anyone is celebrating anything today it’s either A) smoking pot (a celebration of which is totally redundant because anyone celebrating it will just be doing the exact same thing they do the other 364 days of the year), and B) Hitler’s birthday (and “Happy birthday, dear Adolf,” just isn’t very catchy.)
So, rather than recognize the date by posting either a shitty reggae song or something by neo-Nazi mooks Skrewdriver, I’m steadfastly ignoring the date altogether and giving you something by Kitchens of Distinction. One of the best bands of the ’80s and ’90s with one of the worst names of all time, KOD dealt in shimmery, hazy guitars and lovelorn, sad-sack lyrics. Their brilliance is due, in large part, to Julian Swales, one of rock’s unsung guitar heroes. My Bloody Valentine’s Kevin Shields gets all the credit for pioneering the warped, my-guitar-is-underwater sound of shoegaze, but Swales is, for my money, every bit Shields’ equal. The band released four albums before breaking up, but every single one of them is worth your time.
This song is “Quick as Rainbows,” and it comes from their amazing 1991 album, Strange Free World (and be sure to check out Swales’ spellbinding wall of sound during the song’s last 45 seconds).
Stiller Saturday April 17, 2010
Posted by monty in comedy, TV.Tags: Andy Dick, Ben Stiller, Bob Odenkirk, comedy, David Cross, Janeane Garofalo, TV
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The Ben Stiller Show is one of the great lost TV shows of the 90′s. Not only did it feature, over the course of thirteen stellar episodes, razor-sharp parodies of popular culture, it launched the careers of a handful of our best comedians. Besides Stiller himself, Judd Apatow was a producer and writer, the three cast members consisted of Bob Odenkirk, Andy Dick, and Janeane Garofalo, and David Cross joined the writing staff late in the series’ run, and appeared as a cast member in a few episodes. Along with The State and The Kids in the Hall (and eventually Cross and Odenkirk’s own Mr. Show), The Ben Stiller Show was certainly one of the very best sketch shows of the last 25 years, and in its best moments, it’s top-notch television, bar none.
The two sketches below were written by Cross. The first is probably my favorite sketch in the series’ run, called “The Legend of T.J. O’Pootertoot,” and the second is a sly parody of Tom Cruise in A Few Good Men (featuring Andy Dick’s killer impersonation of Keifer Sutherland).
And, what the hell, here’s one more. It’s called “Legends of Springsteen.” Enjoy.
I Don’t Know if This Is Ignorance or Transcendence April 16, 2010
Posted by monty in news, politics.Tags: Bob Cesca, Fox News, Glenn Beck, politics, TV, waste of oxygen
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Bob Cesca is one of my favorite writers, and for my money he’s doing the best job of anyone at unveiling the drooling, gibbering, psycho ward lunacy and racist dumbfuckery of the contemporary Republican party.
Cesca’s currently busy tilting, Don Quixote-style, at the Glenn Beck windmill, hell-bent on revealing him for the huckster and charlatan that he is. I’ve long believed that Beck is engaged in a bit of quasi-Andy Kaufman performance art, and the only thing that keeps me from being completely in awe of him is the fact that so many of the people who watch him take him absolutely fucking seriously. And that is, in a word, frightening. Given a second word, it’s also irresponsible. It’s one thing to spew lies with a nod and a wink, when your listeners know you’re not serious and are in on the joke. But it’s another thing entirely to do what Beck does, which is purposely deceive his fans, who choose to remain willfully ignorant, and who tune in to Beck because he gleefully pours gasoline on even their most unintelligible conspiracy theories. Because, you know, fomenting anti-government violence and bigotry is fun.
Anyway, Cesca’s been writing some exceptional stuff about Beck recently. Here’s a link to his most recent piece for the Huffington Post, which is, as usual, spot-on.
Bob Cesca (Huffington, Post, 4/14/10): Exposing Glenn Beck as a Dangerous Fraud, Part 2
And, for those who haven’t clicked the link on the right, here’s Cesca’s blog, which is full of goodies.
*****
Current listening:
Gil Scott-Heron – I’m New Here (2010)
Gonna Get Along Without You Now April 15, 2010
Posted by monty in music.Tags: Band of Horses, Bob Mould, Cloud Cult, Coachella, Henry Rollins, Los Campesinos, Lykke Li, music, No Age, The Gaslight Anthem, White Lies, Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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I’m sort of surprised at how irritated I am not to be attending this year’s Coachella Festival. It’s been a yearly tradition of mine for the last decade, and I vividly remembering walking on the grass last year on the first day of the fest, just after the gates opened, passing a pretzel/churro/frozen lemonade stand near the Coachella Stage, and saying, “Ah, it doesn’t matter how far away I am next year. I’ll be here for sure.”
Then budget cuts in Georgia caused furlough days at my university, cutting into my income by a couple hundred dollars a month. Then my not insubstantial student loans kicked in in January. Then I was worried that the state’s budget crisis was going to cost me my job altogether. Then, even when my job appeared secure, there was (and still is) the chance that I’ll lose one or both of my summer classes due to low enrollment. And by the time I might have been able to eke out enough spare change for the trip, the festival was so close that flights were well over $500. Oh, and my students have a major project due on Monday, which I really can’t afford to miss.
A perfect storm of bullshit circumstances interrupted my yearly three-day respite from work and stress, but even so, I wasn’t expecting to take it so hard. Yeah, I was disappointed in January when I saw the lineup and first had the sinking feeling that the trip wouldn’t be possible. But I’ve been in a pissy mood all week, and it can be traced directly to my non-attendance this year.
But, because if there’s one thing I’m known for, it’s my relentless, creepy positivity, I’m not going to let it get me down. In the spirit of celebrating what the festival’s all about, here’s a small sample of the photos I took last year. Enjoy.
So, I’m not there this year. But I’ve already starting saving my pennies for next year. And, if all else fails, I could easily be talked into harvesting an organ.
*****
Current listening:
Sennen – Age of Denial (2010)
The Sea Is a Good Place to Think of the Future April 14, 2010
Posted by monty in education.Tags: education, GLBQT
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When I moved from Santa Barbara, California, to the metro Atlanta area nearly a year ago, I freely admit to having many preconceived notions about what I’d encounter there. Admittedly, these were mainly fueled by my childhood memories of The Dukes of Hazzard, and I fully expected to find myself surrounded by hayseeds and bumpkins whose family tree, to borrow a line from Bill Hicks, was a stump.
And I was really in the dark when I imagined what my students would be like. I had become accustomed to working with preservice teachers who were intelligent and motivated, and who were receptive to any ideas that they thought would make them better teachers. Most importantly of all, their students were their primary concern, and they wanted to make sure – even as student teachers – that they were doing right by them. I didn’t know what to expect from my students in Georgia. The popular perception – not entirely unearned – is that Southern education is a sham, and I could easily picture a classroom full of mouthbreathing troglodytes who were only getting into the teaching profession for the summers off so they could help their pappy run the family moonshine business.
What I found – because I’m always wrong – is that my students were much like those I had in California. Undergrads this time, true, but no less concerned with their future students’ well-being, and just as sponge-like in their hunger to soak up any ideas that sounded promising. It’s been a humbling experience to see my own prejudices so thoroughly shattered, and for a while I’ve been operating under the belief that the only substantial difference between preservice teachers in California and those in Georgia is their geographical location.
Until today, that is.
On the schedule for today was the understandably delicate issue of gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgender (GLBT) students in class. When you’re dealing with preservice teachers, it’s important for them to see that this isn’t an issue to avoid, and with preservice English teachers especially, it’s increasingly crucial that they be aware of the Young Adult literature available to help students who are out of the closet or questioning their sexual orientation come to grips with who they are. The statistics dealing with LGBT teens who commit suicide (or make an attempt) are staggering, and teachers should be equipped with the knowledge that these struggles are happening in their classrooms, and they need to be confident in strategies to ensure that those classrooms are a safe space for all students to learn.
In California – at least the part of it where I spent the last several years – the idea that LGBT students shouldn’t be accepted or treated respectfully in classrooms would be laughed at. It’s something I didn’t spend a lot of time formally talking about in class, simply because in the course of our discussions we explored the need for safe spaces and for ensuring that different perspectives and voices are honored, and above all, that no student in the classroom should feel harassed or intimidated. To spend time belaboring the point with these students would be like reminding someone of the importance of breathing. Their attitude of acceptance was a foregone conclusion.
(As a side note, notice that there’s a difference between acceptance of homosexuality and promotion of it. I’m not asking teachers to change their religious beliefs or prejudices. It’s not appropriate for me to foist my own beliefs on others, and while it would be nice to live in a world where religious mania and close-minded bigotry didn’t rule the day, I understand that that’s a battle too big for me to fight alone. All I’m asking is for teachers to treat all their students like human beings, which shouldn’t be a radical proposition.)
Today, however, I encountered the first substantive difference between the two states. My students read a series of articles about acceptance of LGBT teens in the English classroom, and how literature can be used to give those students a voice. One of the articles (quite reasonably, I thought) advocated teachers putting a rainbow sticker or maybe a small flag somewhere in their classroom to acknowledge it as a safe, harassment-free space. The derision this idea received is akin to those people who, when reminded of Black History Month, belligerently ask, “Why isn’t there a White History Month? Well?” Several of the students amazingly saw this as being discriminatory toward straight people – that by putting up a rainbow sticker, you’d also need to put up a “straight” sticker, and a sticker supporting interracial relationships, and, even though I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, a bestiality sticker. Making a public display, however modest, of GLBT acceptance was “going too far,” in one student’s words. By the end of their table discussion, this small group was practically rolling on the floor in delight at all the clever new “politically correct” stickers they were coming up with, all so that, heaven forbid, GLBQT teens could feel accepted and safe.
The thing that drives me absolutely insane about this line of (non)logic is the majority culture’s failure to realize how many things they take for granted. There isn’t a White History Month because every fucking month of the year is White History Month. Putting up a rainbow sticker doesn’t discriminate against straight people because straight people dominate every facet of our society and determine the rules that non-straight people have to live with. It’s a short-sighted view of the world that’s completely ignorant of just how good the majority culture has it. And as a member of that majority culture in just about every way (except for the atheism and the baldness), it’s something I try not to forget.
More difficult to handle was the student who actually suggested that, because public schools are funded by taxpayer money, we should segregate schools to protect the general public’s desires. That idea is so beyond the pale – that corralling all the gays into their own school would be a good idea, because goodness knows we haven’t learned anything about racial or religious discrimination in this country – that I was completely at a loss for words. I couldn’t begin to come up with an even-handed, rational response, so I just let it go. Would it have made me feel better to tell her she was crazy? Absolutely. Would it have done any good? Probably not.
(I should also mention, just for accuracy’s sake, that this wasn’t symptomatic of the entire class. There are, for instance, three students whose more enlightened views on this issue I already know, and while I wish they had spoken up so I didn’t have to, I understood their silence.)
The most difficult thing about today’s class was being reminded yet again how bigotry often exists where you least expect it. The conversation today doesn’t begin to change my mind about these students – I still maintain that they’re smart, dedicated, and well-intentioned. But they’re also clearly products of their environment: conservative and religious, and living in a state whose discriminatory practices are well-documented. And it’s clear that when it comes to equal rights and fairness for all, we still have a long way to go.
*****
Current listening:
Horse Feathers – Thistled Spring (2010)
Even Heroes Have to Die April 13, 2010
Posted by monty in movies.Tags: Avatar, James Cameron, Kathryn Bigelow, movies, Oscars, Sigourney Weaver, The Hurt Locker
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I love Sigourney Weaver. Always have, regardless of what she’s in. But if it’s possible for an actor to jump the shark, she just did it.
If Weaver is to be believed, Avatar director James Cameron lost the Best Director Oscar “because Jim didn’t have breasts.” And The Hurt Locker picked up Best Picture “because it’s fashionable to give the Oscar to a small movie that nobody saw.”
I understand sour grapes, Sigourney, and I get that you’re proud of your work on Avatar and that you want to defend your director. Your loyalty is commendable. Hell, I could even make a case defending Cameron as Best Director based solely on the tenacity it took to get Avatar to the screen.
But the simple truth about Avatar is this: remove the (admittedly beautiful) special effects from the equation, and you’re left with a movie that’s staggeringly mediocre. Horribly scripted, terribly acted by much of the cast, overlong, and, as many other people have pointed out, a veritable Frankenstein’s monster of other, better movies, Avatar is an entertaining trifle that absolutely no one would remember if it weren’t so technologically advanced.
As for the slam against Best Director winner Kathryn Bigelow, it’s depressing to see Weaver – a woman who’s made a career of playing strong female characters – employ a sort of reverse sexism charge in supporting Cameron. To me, Bigelow’s win had nothing to do with being a woman and everything to do with creating a tightly-wound, multi-layered look at the Iraq War that somehow managed to avoid being overtly political. That entire movie is a high-wire act, and to have done it on such a small budget with no name actors in leading roles is pretty remarkable.
So, c’mon Sigourney. Continue to defend your crappy movie. As a cast member, that’s to be expected. But if you’re going to fabricate reasons why Cameron lost the Oscar, try coming up with something that doesn’t also insult the person who, quite deservedly, won the award. Say Cameron lost because he’s a megalomaniacal asshole. Or because he already won for Titanic. But to claim it’s because he doesn’t have breasts is kind of catty, and seems beneath you. Make like your character Ellen Ripley and challenge Bigelow to a fight if you must. But press junket passive-agressiveness? That’s just not something Ripley would do.
*****
Current listening:
R.E.M. – New Adventures in Hi-Fi (1996)
Song of the Day (4/12/10) April 12, 2010
Posted by monty in music.Tags: Cloud Cult, music, Song of the Day
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Cloud Cult is easily one of the best kept secrets in music. They sort of remain willfully small-scale, recording their music on singer Craig Minowa’s organic farm in rural Minnesota, and releasing the subsequent albums on Minowa’s Earthology records, using only recycled materials in the process. Oh, and all profits are donated to environmental charities. Their music, however, is widescreen bliss – soaring, anthemic melodies shot through with a bittersweet undercurrent (due in no small part on their early songs to the 2002 death of Minowa’s two-year-old son). They’re great on record, but live they’re even better, performing their panoramic epics accompanied by two visual artists (one of whom is Minowa’s wife) who complete paintings during the band’s set, which are then auctioned off following the show. Simply put, Cloud Cult is everything that’s currently right with music.
The first video is a promotional clip for their song “Chemicals Collide.” The second is their song “No Said it Would Be Easy,” performed at 2009′s Coachella Festival (probably my favorite set of the weekend). Enjoy.
Song of the Day (4/10/10: The National Saturday Night Double Shot) April 10, 2010
Posted by monty in music.Tags: Jimmy Fallon, music, Song of the Day, The National
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There are some bands that I can’t help but think of as mine. It’s not that I’m the only one to like them, or that I like them more than anyone else, or that I was one of the first to discover them. These bands are mine in the sense that they resonate with me on a level that goes beyond merely humming their songs in the car. Right now, The National is one of two or three bands to hold this particular distinction.
I’ve written about this in regard to other bands, but one of the things that appeals to me most about The National is their gravitas. I still love young, hungry, up and coming bands, but as I get older (and it is probably a symptom of growing old), I find myself increasingly drawn to bands that sound like they’ve been around the block a time or two. Elbow, Nick Cave, Doves, Tindersticks, The Frames – there’s a world-weariness, a heaviness, to their music, and it makes them sound like they know what they’re singing (and playing) about. It’s no coincidence that the members of these bands are older, and The National is no exception. Singer Matt Berninger is in his early 40′s, and there’s a weight to the way he sings that seems born of experience and knowledge. For whatever reason, I find that easier to latch onto these days than the hedonistic party-heartyisms of many younger bands.
The National releases its new album, High Violet, one month from tomorrow. The first video below is from their recent appearance on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon, performing one of the songs from that forthcoming album, “Terrible Love.” The second video is “Mistaken for Strangers,” one of my favorite tracks from their 2007 album, Boxer. And, as a special added bonus, click the link beneath the videos to hear the audio of another song from High Violet. It’s called “Bloodbuzz Ohio,” and, to put it bluntly, it’s really fucking amazing.
Audio of “Bloodbuzz Ohio” (courtesy of Pitchfork)
Last movie seen:
Crazy Eights (2006; James K. Jones, dir.)
Each Time Is a New Time April 10, 2010
Posted by monty in Uncategorized.Tags: cats, my life
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I didn’t really intend to shutter the blog. As I usually do, I just sort of lost interest for a bit. A new semester started with a new class that I’d never taught before, I increased my daily running mileage (and, as a result, my daily time commitment), and I generally got tired of the sound of my own voice. It happens.
It’s funny to look back on some of my posts from late 2009 and early 2010 and consider how much and how little things have changed in the last four months. On the one hand, health care reform passed, the Jay Leno/Conan O’Brien dustup is just a memory, and I’ve watched nine more movie adaptations of Stephen King’s books. On the other hand, the right wing is still losing its collective shit over every single thing Obama says or does, Fox News still resembles a bunch of lobotomized monkeys poking a deflated volleyball with a stick, and Sarah Palin’s speeches still sound like they were composed after she spent ten seconds playing with one of those magnetic poetry kits.
This was tough. He was always sort of a lazy cat, but in early February he appeared even more listless than usual, not even appearing interested in his daily snacks. When I listened to his breathing, it sounded like he wheezing, so I took him to the vet. She immediately noticed that his ear flaps were tinged yellow, a sure sign of liver problems. She said they’d keep him for a couple days, run some tests, pump him full of fluids and medicine, and take it from there.
The next morning I got a call that he had died during the night. Turns out he was even sicker than he thought. Feline leukemia, which the vet suspects he had when I got him five years ago, caused liver damage that didn’t show up until it was too late. Nigel was easily the most affectionate, even-tempered cat I’ve ever seen, and it still bothers me that he died among strangers. Yeah, yeah, I know he was just a cat, and he didn’t really know what was going on, but still. It’s not right.
The upshot (although I probably shouldn’t call it that) is that I now have Toby. Named after David Cross’ character in Arrested Development, Toby is, to put it in clinical terms, insane. He’s now about six months old, and I’m waiting desperately for the day when he grows out of his “I’m a kitten and I’m going to destroy everything in your home” phase. I believe this is also the same phase that allows him to decide, at 4:00 every morning, that it’s time to play. It’s also the phase that includes him climbing into the refrigerator whenever I open it, severing the pull-cords on my window blinds with his teeth, and tormenting Maggie, my other cat, to the point of a nervous breakdown.
The two of them are almost – almost – friends.
Also, as evidenced in the previous photo, I bought a new pair of pajama pants in the last four months. Fun times in the big city.
That’s it for now. I won’t promise daily updates – the semester is winding down, after all, which means an increase in reading and responding to student work – but I’ll give it a shot. I also intend to continue the usual features I’d started in my last go-round: Cinema Sunday, Song of the Day, reviews of Stephen King movies, and the fledgling Perfect Movie Moment.
Much hilarity will certainly ensue.
Current listening:
The Delgados – The Great Eastern (2000)
Current reading:
Norman Mailer – The Naked and the Dead (1948)
Last movie seen:
Date Night (2010; Shawn Levy, dir.)




































