January: Second Half

PRO:

The Tree, the Mayor and the Mediatheque (Eric Rohmer, 1993)
Maybe Rohmer’s most formally laid-back movie, with the possible exception of his documentaries: no way in hell such awkward zooms would have made their way into, for example, My Night at Maud’s. Typically, Rohmer builds the dispute over the mediatheque, clearly resolves it—the winner is Fabrice Luchini, pissed-off environmentalist schoolteacher—but hands the baton of cool satisfaction over to Pascal Greggory’s mayor, to whom it just really doesn’t matter all that much. Bonus points for making Greggory two-faced, forming sinister hypotheses with his girlfriend and presenting himself as open to discussion with the teacher’s daughter, and yet so stupefied he’s impossible to dislike.

Boogie (Radu Muntean, 2008)
“Couldn’t be farther from Lazarescu, 12:08 and 4 Months,” multiple reviews note, referring to this film’s fairly breezy account of a night on the town with some high school buds, and its vaguely insidious effect on one’s marriage. But Muntean’s latest is, no doubt, a stylistic cousin to those forebearers, with takes verging on 10 minutes and subtle insinuations of a creeping class and physical divide between the eponymous hero and his pals. Muntean ingeniously tricks us, I think, into precisely sharing Boogie’s virtues and vices: the hangout sessions, although mired in condescension and wasted dreams, are dynamic and enjoyable, and the wife, although smart and loving, seems dreary. Here we have both a searing critique of the basic principles on which friendship is often founded, and the devastating conclusion that those dubious friendships still give more pleasure than traditional ego-boosters like fatherhood.

pro:

Crashing (Gary Walkow, 2007)
Finally: a writer’s movie that revels in complex, accurate self-criticisms rather than crass distinctions. Few works of art so cunningly mirror the artistic process. The downward spiral of self-loathing and fantasizing gets a bit heavy, but the film is sustained by funny, deconstructive energy.

Ask Any Girl (Charles Walters, 1959)
Unlike, say, Sturges, who flirts with crudity but always slaps his own signature on the execution thereof, Walters lapses into rather anonymous schtick. But again and again, he lends the ridiculous story serious consideration: I’m thinking of the chubby woman’s melancholy attitude of resignation towards marriage, or Niven’s reserved, cynical detachment that masks attraction.

mixed:

How to Become Myself (Jun Ichikawa, 2007)
Ichikawa’s stylistic excesses—using split-screen with the same perverse casualness with which Ashby used dissolves in The Last Detail; bold, “cinematic” means of portraying technological communication—are actually kind of interesting and expressive, if distracting. Few directors would dare to emphasize such blah, insignificant details with such sentimental bravura. I like the contrast, but the sentimentality gets a bit much to bear as the film goes on: the film more or less lets the protagonist give herself an hour-long hug.

DNF:

State Legislature (Frederick Wiseman, 2007)
Alas, there’s only so much inner life simmering beneath a meeting on branding cattle to identify diseased cows. No doubt state legislators themselves would share my fidgety idleness.

Sparrow (Johnnie To, 2008)
Slick is the word: this exudes overdeliberate coolness that smothers any meaningful tension. I sort of enjoyed the Election movies, but I don’t think I know what to do with To anymore.

Afternoon (Angela Schanelec, 2007)
Sort of like if Lucretia Martel did a Bergman script. Too languorously shot and behaviorally blunt to do much of anything for me.

Literature:

PRO:

Tess of the D’Urbervilles (Thomas Hardy, 1891)
Wrote something I liked about this for class but won’t post it here for fear of dubious self-plagiarism charges. Basically, as in Jude, seemingly worthwhile intellectual development is crushed by its inapplicability to relationships. I don’t quite know what to do with Alec D’Urberville, doubtless an agent of evil by the book’s end. Quite good, but my least favorite Hardy novel so far.

“Barn Burning” (William Faulkner, 1938)
Faulkner, to me, exemplifies holding oneself to a standard of intense emotional subjectivity while resisting the lugubriousness that can often imply, and this story is no exception. Sometimes I wish the dense thickets of language weren’t so forbidding.

“A&P” (John Updike, 1961)
Wasn’t sure if I was going for this at first, but I ended up really liking it: the honor and disgrace brought upon the naïve, horny protag are perfectly balanced.

More short stories from my fiction writing class: I liked something by Joyce Carol Oates, mildly appreciated Charlotte Perkins Gilman, met Rick Moody with groaning indifference, and loathed Kate Chopin and Katherine Anne Porter.

pro:

Motherless Brooklyn (Jonathan Lethem, 1999)
Given Lethem’s liking for Dostoevsky and Rohmer I’d expected something a little more austere, but this is fun for all of its jazzy aloofness. The convoluted plot mechanics do little the unsentimental interplay between the protag’s OCD and awareness that, for better and worse, others are functioning in a profoundly different way.

mixed:

The Taming of the Shrew (William Shakespeare, 1594)
The extreme, comic transformation of Katherine seems to me hard to put to good artistic use, and it’s no wonder that the Zeffirelli film, which a bit of was screened in class, is so head-scratchingly awful, Zeffirelli’s obviousness highlighting everything crass and nothing subtle about the play. That’s not to say a good version couldn’t be done, my idea of which would probably try to account for the misery and embarrassment of the personality change. In the text itself, this seems like a relatively marginal goal.

Music:

The Beckies – The Beckies (1976)
Left Banke, Montage and Stories material accounted for, this is Michael Brown’s best work: there’s not a bad song to be found. Download it here.

Times New Viking – “Drop-Out” (Rip It Off, 2008)
Most of this album is bland Indie 101 to me, but this is a nice imitation of a good GBV throwaway.

Plush – “I’ve Changed My Number” (Fed, 2002)
There’s a spirit of innovative craftsmanship coursing through this album, but to my liking it only really comes together on this track.

The Beautiful South – “Don’t Marry Her” (Blue Is the Color, 1996)
How the hell did it take me 13 years to hear this?

The Beat – “Different Kind of Girl” (The Beat, 1979)
This is a masterpiece; “You Won’t Be Happy” is very good, and very Flamin' Groovies-esque; “I Don’t Fit In” is interesting.

Sloan – “Coax Me”
The version off the A-Sides Win compilation from 2005: it lives and dies by a brilliantly tense riff, and the performances I found on YouTube killed the magic by subtly altering it. The Wrens c. Secaucus would be proud.

Bleu – “Snow Day” (1999)
I feel very dorky for loving this song, but I do. The chords in the verses course along with a lot of pleasurable variation, skirting and triumphing over archetypal pop-punk.

Theater:

Uncle Vanya (Austin Pendleton, 2009)
My first encounter with Chekhov, staged with expressive use of the Classic Stage Company’s theater-in-the-round: emphasis is distributed evenly throughout the space. Aside from occasionally delving into complex use of simultaneous action, Pendleton’s major motif seems to be giving most every actor (with the notable exception of Mamie Gummer’s Sonya) an ironic, nervous laugh to accompany despairing monologues. This isn’t a bad device, really, but Denis O’Hare overuses it. Extra-artistic Pleasures Dept.: I’d never really been on the Maggie-Gyllenhaal-is-hot bandwagon prior to this, but having sat a few feet away from her, I change my story.