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Profile – Bill Hicks

June 24, 2010

“It’s always funny until someone gets hurt. Then it’s just hilarious.”

Our new, long overdue profile is one of those classic examples of an artist completely underrated in his time: Bill Hicks.

It looks like his time has come due; a new documentary called American: The Bill Hicks Story is playing to rave reviews over in the UK and the trailer (below) has me struggling to contain my excitement.

Bill Hicks is not so much a comedian as an orator. His act can be hard to swallow because so much of it, especially later in his career, is designed to upend the status quo regarding politics and media. He attacks these establishments with such precise doses of seething venom that bearing witness to it runs the risk of generating terror instead of laughs. In fact, he delivers very few jokes onstage, instead substituting observations on the evils hiding in plain sight which happen to be hilarious despite their tragic absurdity.

His was a life spent performing; he started in his teens in venues he wasn’t legally allowed to be in, then sharpened his act through experiments with drugs and alcohol. Later he struggled publicly with censorship and cigarettes, and just when it seemed he’d finally cross over to the mainstream audience he was desperate to reach, pancreatic cancer stopped him in his tracks at the painfully young age of 32.

16 years later, as the political/corporate machine rages out of control in large parts of the world and advertising is as ubiquitous as oxygen, Bill Hicks’ ideas stand the test of time and hopefully will be heard by a new generation that sorely needs exposure to them.

If you have a spare hour, this public access interview from his native Texas where Hicks answers caller’s questions and is given carte blanche to say on TV what no mainstream outlet would dare put on the airwaves is a prime example of who he was: abrasive, cynical and an unapologetic thinker.

(Note: David Letterman – who is referred to above by Hicks while recounting how we was excised from the Late Show after recording one of his last bits – did try to make amends five years later, apologizing to Hicks’ mom on the show and airing his full set.)

There is no North American release date for the documentary yet so I suggest you all cozy up with a copy of Rants in E-Minor or Sane Man. Or you could just scour YouTube for gems like the one below.

Enjoy!

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Coolest Thing Ever: Write the Future

June 5, 2010

Welcome to a new column making its debut on Filmpunk – Coolest Thing Ever.
With so much wonderful content out there, I often find myself thinking “well, that was the coolest thing ever” so I’ve decided to start posting them here…

And what better way to kick it off than with Alejandro González Iñárritu’s adrenaline-filled, sprawling, epic advertisement for Nike called Write the Future.

Check it out below:

The piece is a perfect synthesis of efficiency and energy. The sheer ambition of Iñárritu’s Write the Future captures the intensity of the game, the pop culture aspect of being a sports god (or martyr), and is a visual smorgasboard as captivating as your likely to see in a field defined by such distilled, perfectly rendered imagery. It also boasts some of soccer’s biggest stars, several awesome cameos and is packed with so much detail that it makes repeat viewings a delightful necessity.

But what it ultimately boils down to is a simple portrayal of the predictions we all make when faced with a defining moment.

Write the Future is bound to become the most influential piece of advertising since Ridley Scott’s 1984 Macintosh commercial and Iñárritu continues to prove that he is one of world’s most important filmmakers. Can’t wait for Biutiful!

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Double Feature: ‘The Pledge’ and ‘The Crossing Guard’

May 26, 2010

You know who’s a bad-ass, totally underrated director? Sean mother-effin‘ Penn, that’s who!

Like many, I took notice of Mr. Penn’s beautiful adaptation of Into the Wild, almost completely oblivious to his other directorial efforts. I remember taking a stab at watching The Pledge a few years ago and not being able to stick with it. And I remember why – too slow. When Cinematical recently called Jack Nicholson’s performance in The Pledge his best, I figured I’d try again, if only to re-evaluate the acting.

The result. Best cinematic experience I’ve had in 2010.

Nicholson and Penn’s first actor-director collaboration was The Crossing Guard which I watched the very next day.

Second best experience this year. So hang on tight and check out the reviews below.

The Pledge (2001)

“I made a promise, Eric. You’re old enough to remember when that meant something…”

After seeing this movie in the right frame of mind, I can understand why it left me cold the first time. This movie begins as a fairly standard police procedural, but defies convention to become an existential journey for Nicholson’s character Jerry Black, a newly retired cop who is haunted by his last case involving the rape and murder of a school-aged girl and the titular promise he made to her grief-stricken parents. It was this bucking of convention that originally led me astray and which I now admire as a braver, more realistic experience.

The murder is initially pinned on a mentally challenged Native with a history of sexual assault and Black is forced into retirement after the case is shut. It’s here the movie shifts from standard cop fare to a more contemplative focus on Nicholson’s character. He buys a gas station in the quiet wilderness of a fishing town, befriends a local bartender (Robin Wright, who does great work as always) and becomes a father figure to her young daughter, who bears more than a passing resemblance to the earlier victim.

Nicholson gives an incredibly subtle, yet deeply layered performance as a man obsessed with keeping his word to find the killer he believes was never caught and the film as a whole is supported by a wonderful cast including Aaron Eckhart, Benicio Del Toro, Sam Shepard, Mickey Rourke and Tom Noonan as the creepiest man of faith you’re likely to see on film.

Without spoiling the ending, I can say it is brave in what it brilliantly offers and denies the viewer as far as a resolution. Sean Penn shows a clear understanding of how to use the form to create a movie which will haunt you in much the same way Black is haunted.

The Crossing Guard (1995)

“Freedom is overrated.”

The perfect companion piece to The Pledge. This is Penn’s second effort as director and while this film is smaller in scope, it tackles equally huge internal conflicts. The Crossing Guard also flips convention on its head with a tale of revenge where the characters seem to be reversed.

Nicholson plays a Freddy Gale, a jeweller ruined by the death of his daughter at the hands of a drunk driver. His only remaining comforts are the alcohol and strippers he keeps on hand at all times. He can’t even forge a real friendship amongst the other sleazy middle-aged men who seem to idolize him. One day he shows up unannounced at his ex-wife’s home – where she raises Freddy’s two young sons with her new husband – to gleefully inform her that the man who ran down their daughter is out of jail and he intends on killing him.

Meanwhile, John Booth, the drunk driver, is released from prison into the custody of loving parents and welcomed back into his gang of hippie-ish friends. Despite all the support and efforts to get him back on his feet, Booth – as played by David Morse, is so racked with guilt he can barely function.

The film is about an unresolved issue that takes our two leads down a path which threatens to consume them both. Nicholson cleverly creates a character whose motivations should be understandable but are undermined by who he’s become to get his revenge; while Morse is genuinely likeable to all he encounters despite his inability to forgive himself for what happened. It’s this unusual, disconcerting dynamic that carries this un-showy revenge narrative. It’s the welcome opposite of the glut of Daddy’s Revenge films we’ve seen lately (Edge of Darkness, Death Sentence, Last House on the Left to name a few).

Once again, Penn gets great work from his supporting cast too. Anjelica Huston more than holds her own dealing with Nicholson’s hatred and desperation. And while Robin Wright has much less to do in this film, she makes for a tempting return to the world of the living for Booth.

The climax is drawn out over the course of a foot chase that takes our characters literally and figuratively to their unexpected conclusions. Remarkably, after wallowing in misery and anger for almost two hours, The Crossing Guard manages to end on a note of optimism and redemption. It’s incredibly beautiful, if only the slightest bit contrived.

Let’s hope Penn gets back behind the camera soon. I, for one, cannot wait to see where he takes me next!

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Attempted Facebook Suicide: Part Two

May 18, 2010

If you stare into the abyss long enough, teh abyzz stares bk @ u.

It is purely by accident that one of the books I began to read during my Facebook exile is the 20th anniversary edition of Amusing Ourselves to Death.

I’m only halfways through and it has already tied together many of Marshall McLuhan and Noam Chomsky’s ideas together for me, as though part of a missing triptych required to comprehend these counter-intuitive notions about media consumption. Written in 1985 it makes most of its arguments about the decline of informative, necessary public discourse being due to the advent of television. It’s remarkably eerie how prescient these ideas are in the Age of Internet.

To have these ideas bouncing around my mind while waiting for the clock to run down on my Facebook account for good is becoming a bizarre self-exploration to say the least.

What does this have to do with Facebook? Well, for one, I’m currently grappling with the admittedly trivial disconnect of not seeing familiar faces and trading witty one-liners on a daily basis. In a certain respect, Facebook has transcended being a social network and become the method by which we communicate, pushing other formats to the side. It has annexed email, photo sharing, online gaming and chat from the Internet; introduced a new platform for targeted advertising and helped organize partygoers and activists. Facebook is also in most pockets now that the smart phone revolution is in full swing. Data plans are quietly overtaking voice plans. Facebook wants to encompass everything and in many ways, it’s succeeding.

In a sense, this is what people without an account turn their backs on.

Tamagotchi Takeover

I remember when the Tamagotchis took over my summer camp. I was 11. To this day I can’t believe how many kids had one. For anyone who successfully repressed this bit of pop culture, Tamagotchis are little handheld sized, electronic pets that were huge in early 90s. The idea was you pressed a button to feed it a certain times throughout the day and it would smile; or you’d forget and it would die. The way I remember it, more tears were shed over these dead keychains than because of fights, heartbreak, camp-related injuries and homesickness combined. Even at 11, I thought it was absurd. (That didn’t stop me from trying to kill as many of them as I could by keeping their owners distracted).

This is the metaphor I’ve chosen for the Facebook profile page. Looking at mine for the last time, I couldn’t help but reflect on all the efforts I’d put into it over three years. I maintained it; put only the best pictures up, only the wittiest updates, de-tagged myself when necessary, posted only the funniest or most informative links, and joined only the best causes or trendiest groups. I put forward the best digital avatar I could and what kind of return did I get for all the Dennis Ryan personality-advertising?

Very, very little.

As a result of signing up for Twitter to fill the void, I’ve realized just how much narcissism drives me to use social media (I suspect must of us are driven similarly). I’m usually much more interested in seeing how many reactions my posts, pictures and updates are getting than in most things posted or expressed by my friends. I thrive on the little red notification icons at the top of the page. That’s not to say I’m above anything my friends’ put out there; only that Facebook has become my Tamagotchi. It exists primarily for me to post and get a reaction.

Post a picture. Tag friends. Wait for comments.

Update status. Wait for comments.

Post a link. Count how many likes.

See new comments. Start trolling to get more.

Even worse is now when I travel, I’m Facebook-conscious. That is, I plan and look forward to the comments I’ll generate. I either update-on-the-go or daydream about the day I get home and can post.  I should add that the nature of the reactions is almost always secondary, at best. Why is this? Because Facebook is not a venue for discussing anything of even remote substance. It’s a place for high fives. Who remembers high fives? I don’t, but I am addicted to them. Thanks Facebook!

What’s even more interesting is how many of my friendships seem to hinge on this scintilla of interaction. And yet, it may be this very form of connection to certain people that makes me log in and negate my suicide. I do like people after all.

To strengthen my resolve, I look to friends who have never signed up for Facebook. For three years I couldn’t imagine how they got by without it. The surprising part was whenever I confronted one of them about it; they always seemed completely unfazed, as if I’d been chiding them for not seeing a movie. Now I know it’s because they’re pure; untainted by Facebook’s promises of connectedness. They make it look easy because they don’t know otherwise. The new media hasn’t reformed their lifestyle…yet.

Odds of beating Facebook: Gonna give myself a solid 70% today. Miss the high fives. Like having extra time to cook and read and think. Oh, and there’s still the privacy issues that have gone unanswered despite some “emergency meetings.”

Speaking of which, anyone who wants to learn more about their privacy or just jump on the bandwagon, here’s a few sites:

See ya in a few days…



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