Review: Star Trek Into Darkness

Sorry for the absence, other things have taken focus lately but we’re back (or at least I am)! Enjoy!

Star Trek Into Darkness

As you may know, especially if you haven’t been living under a rock or if you know at least one nerd, Star Trek Into Darkness is the sequel to 2009′s Star Trek, which in turn is a reboot of the Star Trek franchise that consisted of ten movies and approximately 500 different television series. In this latest film, the young crew of the Enterprise continue to traverse the galaxy, partaking in dangerous adventures and facing exactly zero consequences when their half-cocked plans inevitably fall apart. That is, until a dangerous man (who’s literally the best because he’s played by Benedict Cumberbatch) arrives and shows them what a real adventure is! Best summer ever!

With that boilerplate out of the way, lets discuss the good and the bad. First off: the title. Maybe if Park Chan-wook or Christopher Nolan were directing this film it could be called Into Darkness and actually mean something but, as far as I know, J.J. Abrams doesn’t have a dark bone in his body. He doesn’t do dark. This movie is not dark. So forget the title.

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Movie of the Week: Fish Tank

Fish Tank documents a few weeks in the life of a rebellious, combative teenager named Mia. She lives in working-class East London with her troubled family: a single mother who acts like a teenager herself and a younger sister who is only slightly less combative than the other two. Mia has a few adventures early on, but the film really picks up steam (in more ways than one) when Mia’s mother gets a new boyfriend: Michael Fassbender. He’s an enigmatic character and Mia struggles to adapt to his presence. From there on the situation spirals out of control, as we’ll see when we watch this gritty film for our weekly (duh) Movie of the Week!

P.S. I’m not going to add the trailer here because, to be honest, I probably wouldn’t have watched the film (much less voted it Movie of the Week) if I had seen the trailer first.

Correspondence: On Urban Cycling and Psychopaths

Dear friends,

I have a new hobby.

You see, I fixed up my bicycle over the weekend and have been taking it on voyages around the neighborhood. It was in a sad condition last year when I discovered it in storage — though by ‘in storage’ I really mean ‘outside, mostly unprotected from the elements’ — where it had been for around 3 years. I found it at the perfect time, though, as I have recently become determined to do more, you know? And bicycling definitely involves a lot of doing.

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Pointless Slaughter and Mayhem in God Bless America

God Bless America PosterFrank is a sad, sad sack. His constant monologues against the rude, vulgar and narcissistic nature of modern popular culture has detached him from his community, coworkers, spouse and child. His insomnia and migraines are making him literally psychotic. Then he discovers he has brain cancer and, on the same day, is fired from his job as an insurance salesman.

He prepares to end it all, but at the last minute he has a wake-up call and decides to combat the rudeness in the world around him by killing the spoiled 16-year-old reality star on his TV. You read that correctly: the movies, television and news around him have become too “cruel and vicious” and only reward the “meanest and the loudest,” so he’s going to go out and kill strangers. Appropriate solution, dude.

Meanwhile, Roxy is a foul-mouthed teenager who feels alienated from the world around her. She’s different, you know? She has strong opinions on high-fives and Diablo Cody (negative) and France and Alice Cooper (positive). Also, don’t fucking call her Juno. On top of that she’s rather morbid, so when Frank pops into the neighborhood and murders Chloe the reality TV star she gets all chipper and excited and convinces Frank to continue righting the world, one bullet at a time.

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You’re a Bad Man, Charlie Bartlett

“I’m screwed up,” you say. “I have to take care of all the adults in my life,” you whine. “My daddy left us,” you moan. Whatever, Charlie Bartlett, your excuses ain’t gonna count for nothin’ in the big house.

Yeah, that’s right, you’re going to jail Charlie Bartlett. You think you could sell a full pharmacy-equivalent of illegally obtained prescription medication to minors and have a happy ending? No chance! Perhaps you’ve heard of this little thing called the War on Drugs? Yeah, well, you’re just a statistic now.

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“You Just Perfectly Described How I Feel Sometimes” — A Few Words About Seeing the Mountain Goats Live

The Mountain Goats live in concert There is one thing you’ll definitely notice when you see The Mountain Goats live in concert.

No, it’s not the quality of the musicianship or the way the band takes on many different forms throughout the night, changing size and composition and moving to John Darnielle solo and back again. That is certainly something to notice, but it’s not what I’m talking about.

It’s not the intense fans, either (the quote in the title above was actually shouted at the band by a fan in the audience on Tuesday). Many bands have a deeply interested core fan base, though other band’s fans are not shouting along to lines such as “Hail Satan” or “I hope we both die!”

It’s also not the wonderfully expressive lyrics — alternatively poetic and forceful — or the devious way in which the dark tales about people facing raw, difficult situations and emotions are commonly paired with upbeat, buoyant rhythms. These are other things that are very important and unique, but they’re not the ultimate takeaway.

The detail I now present as key is that the band is positively giddy while performing on stage every single night. I’ve seen them several times and it’s unvarying. John Darnielle’s enthusiasm while delivering his musical narratives (and associated hilarious witticisms in-between) is wonderfully invigorating. Whether he’s playing a half-empty concert hall or a packed festival main stage, his passion for performing and the force of his personality is contagious.

And that, friends, is the one thing I’m sure you’ll notice when you see the Mountain Goats live. Check them out when you get the chance — you won’t regret it.

Only An Idiot Would Want to Be President

Image credit: Matt H. Wade

A run for president has all of the same problems as being a celebrity (including a lack of privacy and everybody trying to backseat-drive your life) plus a smaller paycheck, required pandering and much, much more responsibility. The vetting process for the highest office in the land should certainly be difficult, but these days anyone who plots a run for President is an idiot — and doubly so if he expects to win!

Every four years an array of driven, accomplished people (well, usually) trip over each other in their race to Iowa and New Hampshire on a quest to the White House. This always results in one winner and a dazzling amount of shameful, humiliating pandering. The candidates pander to voters in places far removed from the power centers in the major cities in peculiar ways: eating lots of corndogs, kissing many a baby, acting folksy and otherwise doing their best to stroke the egos of normally inconsequential flyover states. As a nation we’ve decided that in these ways we must knock each successful suitor down a peg or two before we give them their piece of cheese at the end of the rat maze.

At the same time us voters demand silly, scripted actions from those we might entrust with the nuclear football, the donors who power a candidate’s campaign are even worse. Having amassed enough wealth that they can literally throw millions toward a particular candidate or issue, these individuals feel even more entitled and knowledgable than the average voter. They ask silly questions and are unrelenting with their advice and scorn. If a candidate doesn’t allow these life-giving donors to backseat drive the campaign or if they sense that their contender is losing they will jump with their bags of money to another horse, figuratively speaking, leaving behind the burning wreckage of a campaign. Voters may choose the office-holder, but the elite among us appear to have veto power over a candidacy.

Meanwhile, the media also has a hunger for information and, more importantly, a narrative (they do need to fill 24-hours of coverage for Pete’s sake). This means they can quickly become fickle and edgy if deprived of action and movement in the race. They’re going to find a story one way or another — it doesn’t matter whether said story is perceived or material, partisan or objective, gossip- or policy-based. This means privacy cannot be taken for granted, a sad state of affairs for someone who is constantly forced to pander to disparate groups across the nation for both votes and money. A camera in the right place can really ruin a campaign’s vibe or even cripple an otherwise powerful candidate.

But the most important component of the pain and humiliation that is the modern campaign for the presidency is the very real possibility of winning. The winner does get his very own airplane and has a theme song played every time he enters a room, but imagine the campaign state of affairs protracted over not a few months but 4-8 years! Add in a Congress that is vying for attention and needs its massive ego rubbed in order to pass a bill, an opposition party that will say or do anything to tear down the winner, and the fact that the office of Presidency is a magnet for the violence of mentally unstable individuals and you can sense the magnitude of what a candidate is sacrificing to have all that power. Plus, we totally stopped adding faces to Mt. Rushmore decades ago.

So we may call the President the most powerful person in the free world, but I think we should perhaps be calling him the idiot-in-chief.

Dollar Movie Theater: 21 Jump Street

Dollar Movie Theater

A Jonah Hill-fronted comedy comes with a large set of expectations. There’s going to be lots of low-brow sex jokes, profanity, drug humor and self-deprecation. 21 Jump Street embodies this, but manages to build higher expectations early on with some solid pacing and unusually self-aware prodding at its roots in 80s TV (think: Hot Fuzz). These expectations, once built, are hard to live up to.

The movie focuses on Morton Schmidt (Jonah Hill) and Greg Jenko (Channing Tatum), who are both graduates of the same high school and find themselves at the same police academy after graduation. Embracing the most basic trope of a buddy-cop-comedy, these two become best pals despite — and because! — they are total opposites: Schmidt is a nerdy do-gooder while Jenko is a blockhead jock. Even working together they very quickly prove to be over their heads simply patrolling a suburban park and are reassigned to an undercover unit. As undercover cops they are sent back to high school in order to infiltrate an active drug ring. As you would expect, absurdity ensues.

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No Strings Attached Pulls My Strings

HEY YOU. Do you want to watch a movie about Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman doing it?! …STOP LAUGHING I AM SERIOUS. Okay, okay I get it. Okay. GONNA REVIEW IT ANYWAY.

No Strings Attached movie posterSO, Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher are acquaintances that keep bumping into each other all the time (It’s a modern day When Harry Met Sally!). She’s a totally legitimate doctor that lives with her fav doctor roommates, played by Mindy Kaling and Greta Gerwig (OMG GRETA GERWIG MARRY ME, PLEASE), and they are living the sweet life just hanging around and syncing their periods (Natalie Portman’s is on shuffle!), and making homemade potpourri while talking about how they never get laid. (HIGH FIVE, GIRLFRIEND!!)

Ashton Kutcher has an “industry” job, meaning he works as a production assistant on a TV show that is NOT High School Musical. (JK it totally is.) Kutcher has big dreams of… wanting to be a writer on High School Musical 8 (or the equivalent), but his boss is a very mean lady who says he can’t write an episode because that’s not his job, and then she disrobes and lights him on fire while dancing around his charred, screeching body. (FACTUAL.)
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Movie of the Week: They Live

They Live movie poster

Every ten to twenty years They Live‘s blunt message about the failures of self-interested capitalism becomes widely fashionable, and there’s no denying that hating on greedy executives with golden parachutes is in vogue right now. That said, imagining your terrible boss as a ghoulish alien from the planet Rand is powerfully cathartic whether during a boom or a bust, and in this regard They Live delivers. It’s a populist manifesto full of action and shootouts and light on poignant messaging. We are talking about John Carpenter, after all.

Alternating between bizarre hobo utopia and violent sci-fi dystopia, with a major filling of conspiracy theory theater as well, They Live offers up epic one-liners [spoiler] and is a fantastically absurd adventure full of half-baked characters and plot holes by the bucketful, but also wit and sass and imagination. Also, the longest and most pointless fight [spoiler] ever presented on screen — all fought over a pair of sunglasses. So, just know what you’re getting into: in the end, we’re shooting less for the list of best movies than for the list of best bad movies with this one.

Definitely watch this meme-tastic adventure — it’s even on YouTube. Just do it.