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January 25, 2005

Oscar Grouch

Speaking of Drezner (though he is far from alone, just the one I'm picking on): Can we have a moratorium on the inane debates over who was "screwed" out of an Oscar nomination?  At least until someone has the integrity also to explain who ought to have been left off the list.

Anyway, it's hard to see what all the fuss is about, unless you really like hearing Joan Rivers dish on the fashion.  Since when were the Academy Awards ever taken seriously as a measure of film quality?  Shakespeare in Love?  The Greatest Show on Earth?  The Gladiator?  Forrest-fricking-Gump?

OK, maybe a little more seriously than the Grammies are for music (Jethro Tull for best metal album anyone?).  Even so, once the Oscars are over you hear almost no one talk about who was nominated, unless it's in an obituary.  And even the winners fade with time so that, a decade from now, all anyone will care about is which films were any good, not who won.  Raging Bull; case closed.  Can you remember the last time you went to a video store and thought, "Hmmm, this one got best supporting actor -- a must-rent!"

The only thing more annoying than that are the people who, once they stop talking, have named 87 teams which must be in their March Madness bracket (Dick Vitale, I'm looking at you!).  Can't wait.

Come to think about it, sounds a lot like the Bush budget.

November 29, 2004

Film Review: Sideways

I finally got a chance to see Sideways last night, and it was well worth the wait.  Alexander Payne is one of the finest writer-directors we have, and this film complements well his earlier ones Citizen Ruth, Election and About Schmidt.  As with the others, it is very funny and even at its most outrageous still feels real.  As with the others, it is an adaptation from a book, and I have to confess that I have not read the original.  I can comment on only the film and not the quality of the adaptation.

The plot outline sounds like a number of other cheesy films of the last twenty years: Guy is getting married soon, and best friend takes him out for a good time; hijinks ensue.  There is a twist -- the guy that is in more need of a good time is the best friend, who has yet to get over his divorce.  But there are two qualities which set Payne apart from all the other hacks.  First, the focus is not on the hijinks but on the characters.  This is a story about the journey of two men, Jack and his buddy Miles, and two women, Maya and Stephanie, they meet on their week touring the wine country around Santa Barbara.  It is not a story about the crazy, nutty stuff they do.

Second, he creates empathy for the each of the four main characters, even the cad Jack who wants to have one last fling -- no, make that a series of flings -- before he ties the knot.  One way Payne does this is by creating characters who are not ripped out of the latest O.C. episode, but who have been around the block once or twice or seven times and have some depth to them.  Jack, the washed up actor, is played by an actual washed up actor, Thomas Haden Church, once a costar of did-it-really-last-8-years Wings and later had an uncredited role in Monkeybones.  Miles, his best friend, is played by Paul Giametti, best known for starring in American Splendor.  While we never learn much about Jack's betrothed, there are two strong female characters we do meet, played pitch-perfectly by Virginia Madsen and Sandra Oh (wife of Payne).

Miles is an oenophile and in a pivotal scene in the movie, a late night conversation with Maya (Madsen), the way he talks about the fragility and complexity of Pinot Noir makes clear that he is really talking about himself, trying to connect with Maya in the only way he knows how.  She replies with an explanation for her love of wine that almost made me an oenophile, too.

George Clooney very much wanted to play the role of Jack, and we can be thankful that he didn't, not because he would have ruined the role -- I think he is a fine actor -- but because we need to believe that all these characters are a bit world-weary in their way, each finding a way to connect with varying success.  Thomas Haden Church gets this character.

Without giving away the key plot points, let me say that the ending is obvious well ahead of time.  Payne, however, handles it with the same restraint and wit that he uses throughout.  Rather than feeling cheated by the predictability as I would with shallower movies, instead it feels comfortable and appropriate for the journey these characters have taken.

Finally, let me add that the film also confirms once again that there is no funnier sight in the pantheon of comedy than a flopping flaccid penis.

November 18, 2004

Jumping the Snark

This blog will not all be snarky commentary on politics.  I plan to do the occasional music and film reviews as well.  Don't care about the latest release from the Criterion Collection or Thrill Jockey Records?  Then scroll down or use the links on the left to find more rants about the latest way the Bush Administration will be the end of us all.  Sick of all that and want to learn what to listen to as the world collapses around you?  Then click on the music or film links and jump the snark.

But don't get your hopes up -- I won't be reviewing all the new releases.  From time to time, I may not review any new releases.  It will be whatever strikes my fancy, whether a disc from a few months ago or a forgotten gem from decades ago.  No reviewing of downloads from iTunes or Bit Torrent, though; these will be actual, physical discs that I bought in a store.  Perhaps I'll even review the cover art and liner notes.

Now on deck: The latest from Tortoise.

November 17, 2004

Macedonia Rises Again

My neighbor was an election monitor with the OSCE for the recent referendum in Macedonia, and he told me that the Macedonians had an interesting take on our election: It was really all about Balkan politics.  Now, that seems absurd on its face, but the Macedonians aren't simply feeling their oats because of the imminent Oliver Stone biopic of Alexander the Great.  Before we get to that, let's first return to the Bush administration's decision on November 4th to recognize the country as the Republic of Macedonia.

It had been known as the "Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia" ever since Yugoslavia was, well, former.  This is how the CIA's World Factbook still has it listed in fact; clearly, they have other things on their minds at the moment.  Under Macedonia's constitution it had declared the name R of M, but no one recognized it as such due to strenuous objections from Greece, which has some clout on matters diplomatic as a member of NATO and the EU. Greece has a Macedonia of its own, a northern province as well as the home of Colin Farrell's next role.  It seemed the FYRoM was stuck with its rather awkward name.

To make matters even more convoluted, the referendum in Macedonia would have overturned a law respecting the rights of the Albanian minority to a semblance of home rule.  For the vote to be valid, at least half of the eligible voters would have to turn out.  The government and the OSCE, therefore, were in the unusual position of asking people not to vote so as to defeat the nationalist proposal.  (The government knew that if it had any chance of getting into the EU, the referendum would have to lose.)  Yes, my neighbor was there to be a poll watcher in the hopes that no one would show up to the polls.

The name change had always been in the back pocket of the U.S. and the Europeans in order to exert leverage over the Macedonians.  The problem, however, was this is a reward that could be given only once.  One might expect that a sensible administration would wait until after the referendum to make sure the nationalists lost and the rights of the Albanian minority were respected before unfurling the Republic of Macedonia banner.  As we have seen on many an occasion, this is not a sensible administration.  Instead, the announcement was made three days before Macedonians (non-)voted.

The Greeks were furious, as were Greek-Americans.  According to Agence France Presse, the Greek president said that the R of M had "historically unsubstantiated, irredentist claims on our country."  Hyperbole, yes, but you see the problem.  So why would Bush do such a thing, and why would he make it his first big post-election foreign policy move?

This is where things get even more interesting.  In the eyes of Macedonian-Macedonians, Macedonian-Americans tipped the election to Bush.  What, you ask?  But I thought the religious right had mobilized their way to victory!  Oh, they did, but this strange little story of Balkan diplomacy can be traced to good ole 'merican horsetrading.

John Kerry had received ringing endorsements from the Greek-American community, in part due to his assurances that he wouldn't fiddle with the name of the FYRoM.  George Bush, on the other hand, received support from the Macedonian-Americans.  It just so happens that Ohio has a large (for Macedonians) and well-organized population, including four of the 18 Macedonian Orthodox Church dioceses in the U.S.  The Macedonian American Friendship Association is based in Columbus, though another group called the Macedonian American National Organization is in Chicago.  (The latter group's campaign is "Call Me By My Name."  No word on whether it's sponsored by Destiny's Child.)  Bush, you see, was just fulfilling a quiet campaign promise, though one with potentially strong implications for Balkan politics.  Ah, details.

Granted, we're still talking only a few thousand votes, but it was Ohio.  The ease with which Bush caved on the name, and the very odd timing -- almost immediately after the U.S. election but prior to the Macedonian referedum -- makes it smell less like smart foreign policy and more like a post-election payoff.  Maybe those Macedonians were onto something.

And it makes me dread even more the payoff for the religious right...

November 16, 2004

Home Slice

My poor hometown of Modesto, California, its days in the national spotlight are quickly growing dim.  Of course, not many there are sorry to see that happen: For the last five years it has been the Tabloid Murder Capital of America.  First it was the Yosemite beheading case in early 1999, then two years later the Chandra Levy-Gary Condit saga, and then since Christmas Eve 2002 the murder of Laci Peterson.

The Chamber of Commerce wants to remind everyone that Modesto is a great place to do business.   Of course, it doesn't help when all of the links under "Progress News" on their website say "Coming soon."

Consider our prominent citizens:

  • George Lucas, graduate of my high school, who wrote and directed the very fine film American Graffiti about coming of age in Modesto.  Of course, he was a poor student, didn't like the place much, and didn't even come back when the town dedicated a statue to honor  him.  Not to mention that the film was actually made in Santa Rosa and not Modesto.  Then there's the whole Jar Jar Binks fiasco, which I'm sure brings back ugly memories for all of us.
  • Ann Veneman, the soon-to-be-former Secretary of Agriculture under President Bush.  But it seems the thing most people are going to remember about her tenure is blocking black farmers from collecting on a lawsuit settled with the department for years of racist policy.
  • James Marsters, who starred as Spike on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, one of the best television programs in recent years.  (Really, I'm not kidding.)  No word yet on a second role...
  • Er, that's it.

Writers covering the various murders described Modesto as "sleepy," "dusty," "gloomy," or -- my favorite backhanded compliment -- "increasingly sophisticated."  Compared with San Francisco, yes, but then so is nearly every city in the country.  The town is quiet (at least when there aren't any tabloid murders), but it's hardly sleepy.  According to the 2000 census, almost half a million people live in the metropolitan area (and yes, the Census Bureau does call it a metropolitan area).  That would make it the second largest in Illinois, but for California seems small.

That's the same sort of mistake many writers make whenever they venture out from the big cities, and yes it may have a small impact on why some red staters sound so defensive and resentful.  I recall one horrendous story about the mass poisonings in New Sweden, Maine, written by David Montgomery for the Washington Post Style section last year.  The poisonings were horrendous, but the story was as well.  Condescending through and through.

Modesto isn't all that interesting, but it's no one-horse town, either.  It's just  another big town that grew up from a small town, with not much else around for dozens of miles in any direction, and a few distinctive charms.  Now the place has to get used to life outside the tabloids.

November 14, 2004

Did it start without me?

Sometimes I am ahead of the curve, but not by very far.  Oh sure, I spotted Bill Clinton as a hot prospect for president in '92 long before the primaries, despite his gawd-awful speech at the '88 convention.  And it was clear to me that Dean would flame out way back when everyone was going meetup-nuts over him.  I'm hardly alone on either count.  I've been a Pixar fan since Luxor Jr. and Tin Toy, but I never bought any stock.  Anyone who attended animation festivals in the late '80s would say the same, with the possible exception of the stock part.

My record is mixed.   I really thought Ted Knowles would pull out the Alaska Senate race against Lisa "Frank is my dad" Murkowski, and I didn't see the mobilization of the conservative evangelicals until after it was over.  I knew Wilco was a great band several years before Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, but somehow their predecessor Uncle Tupelo was never on my radar.  I caught Freaks and Geeks at its very start, but that show -- one of the finest ever to grace American televisions -- didn't last even a full season (though it lives on as an equally remarkable DVD collection).

Now I find out that blogs are becoming just another journalistic enterprise, though one without editors, training, or -- frankly -- scruples.  Glad I'm getting in now.  Heck, I'm not even the first person I know with a blog, and I don't hang out in that tech-hip a crowd.

Well, better late than never, right?