Baseball Notes, 2007

As today is basically the end of the baseball regular season, I've been looking at some statistics.
  1. Have you ever heard of Paul Waner? (Hint: he didn't play this decade.) I'm kind of shocked that I haven't.
  2. Jorge Posada had never hit better than .287 before this season, but finished third in the AL with a .338 average. He's 36 years old.
  3. Here are the top four Rookie of the Year votegetters in both leagues for 2001: Ichiro, CC Sabathia, Alfonso Soriano, David Eckstein, Albert Pujols, Roy Oswalt, Jimmy Rollins, Adam Dunn.

    The same list for 2002: Eric Hinske, Rodrigo Lopez, Jorge Julio, Bobby Kielty, Jason Jennings, Brad Wilkerson, Austin Kearns, Kazuhisa Ishii.

    How does something like this happen?

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32nd Five Films, 2007

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Eastern Promises (David Cronenberg) at Lincoln Square. Having seen this immediately after Great World of Sound, I arrived during the first trailer and the place was utterly packed. I thought I was going to have to sit directly underneath the screen, but realized even standing at the back would be better. I eventually headed up to the balcony to sit pretty far to the right.

At least on first viewing, this was my favorite Cronenberg movie. I suppose some knowledge of what to expect helped during the gruesome violence, which was not out of place for a director so focused on the body--and its deformation. Appropriate then that the story centers around the infant child (viewed at a very early, gooey stage) of a dead mother and a graphically bloody birth.

I like how Cronenberg leaves so much unfinished here; it's makes for a very rich experience to walk away with so many mysteries unsolved, still running around in your head.
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Helvetica (Gary Hustwit) at the IFC Center. My melatonin levels must skyrocket at about 6:15 pm because invariably when I see a movie after work I'm tempted to catnap for about ten minutes at roughly that time, popping awake afterward and feeling wide awake until 1 am or whenever I fall asleep. I had a particularly acute case of this last Monday when I saw Helvetica, which is really too bad because I liked it quite a bit. Specifically I liked the feeling I had upon leaving the theater, of my senses being a little sharper for the time spent gaining insight into the design of the world around me.

Note: I've managed for some reason to see each of the three films Gary Hustwit has released theatrically as a producer or director, including as well the Wilco documentary, I Am Trying to Break Your Heart, and Moog. It just strikes me as an interesting coincidence.
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Brother, Can You Spare Some Time (Ernie Gehr) at MoMA. This was a collection of four silent pieces, collectively a sort of "city symphony," shot in the 1970s but not shown until recently, when Gehr transferred them from 16mm to digital video. The locations include Essex Street Market, a lunch counter, the subway, and a time-lapsed fire escape. The first three provided interesting glimpses into a different version of New York City, most strikingly for me the heavily graffiti'd (inside and out) subway cars.

Gehr also helped organize the Panoramas of the Moving Image exhibit, full of magic lantern images and kaleidoscopic projections, currently on display outside the MoMA theaters.

John Schott showed us Gehr's "Serene Velocity," a series of intercut static shots of hallway at various distances from the end, at the Walker Art Center for an avant-garde cinema class at Carleton. This was a more coherent experience, though perhaps not quite as memorable. MoMA is showing more of his stuff through next March.
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My Brother's Wedding (Charles Burnett) at the IFC Center. I'm not sure what to think. The performances seemed nowhere near the level of those in Killer of Sheep. I'm not sure what I'd think seeing these for the first time in reverse order.
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Adam's Rib (George Cukor) at MoMA. I think I'm just going to avoid Katharine Hepburn from now on. Maybe it's just the particular films I've seen, but the characters she plays (clueless about her elevated social standing and why people resent her for it) seem rather loathsome to me. There were a lot of funny moments, though absolutely none of them involved David Wayne, who plays the awful pianist/songwriter who lives next door.
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Garden State Soundtrack

Percy Sledge "When a Man Loves a Woman"
Aretha Franklin "Do Right Woman, Do Right Man"
Sam Cooke "You Send Me"
Stevie Wonder "I Believe (When I Fall in Love It Will Be Forever)"
Grovesnor "Nitemoves"
Hot Chip "Crap Kraft Dinner"
Hot Chip "(Just Like We) Breakdown (DFA Remix)"
Gorillaz "Dare (DFA Remix)"
LCD Soundsystem "45:33"

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That Grovesnor track is probably about my favorite right now. Actually, it's approximately the same kind of awesome as the theme song/opening credits for Clark & Michael, which I've mentioned previously.

In addition to this awesome playlist I have a few things to note:
  1. Chris Berman claimed offhandedly the other night on ESPN that Don Henley's "The Boys of Summer" is one of the greatest songs of all-time. I just felt this should be reported somewhere.
  2. Driving in Pennsylvania this weekend I saw fair number of signs in Clearview, replacing older signs in Highway Gothic, as reported by the New York Times last month. The new signs were, as expected, extremely legible.
  3. Lastly, I was thinking the other day that Junior Boys ought to cover Def Leppard's "Photograph." This could be huge.

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More Than Just Gym Buddies

I've progressed to episode five in the third season of Arrested Development, by far the zaniest show up to this point and, as I noticed about halfway through, the only one I actually saw broadcast on television. I recall being completely befuddled and assumed at the time that I was watching some kind of live-action Aqua Teen Hunger Force or something. Only now does it make perfect, or at least pretty good, sense.

31st Five Films, 2007

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The Testament of Dr. Mabuse (Fritz Lang) at Museum of the Moving Image. See M.
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Duck Season (Fernando Eimbcke) at Walter Reade Theater. Black and white; long, artfully composed shots; restricted setting; small, young cast; subtle but terrific soundtrack (mostly effects rather than the score); a touch of stoner hallucination as magic realism; comedy that's not so much deadpan as just read innocently and blankly, but in a good way. I read about this about two-and-a-half years ago in Film Comment, then missed its week-long run in Seattle last year. Very glad I finally caught it. Hopefully by now Eimbcke's got a second project close to completion.
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Fargo (Coen Bros.) at MoMA. At first I was reminded of the complete and utter nihilism/cynicism of The Ladykillers, among other of their films, which put me off the Coen Bros. for some time, but the final shot reminds you that all the jerks, losers, and brutal morons are just background for the portrait of Frances McDormand's straight-shootin', smalltown, upper-midwestern police chief. It's kind of funny how thin the line between what you might call their comedies and tragedies is. Generally the "tragedies" are completely populated by the brutal morons who wind up destroying each other, while the "comedies" include an innocent who survives by not becoming fully ensnared int he morons' schemes; see also the dude in The Big Lebowski, Tim Robbins' character in The Hudsucker Proxy, etc. One wonders how suggestive this might be either of their worldview.
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3:10 to Yuma (James Mangold) at the Regal Union Square with Charles. A strong western that brings out a lot of what I like about the genre: attention to scenery; reluctant, conflicted characters; a well-choreographed shootout. Mangold avoids getting bogged down in a lot of detail about "what the West was really like," choosing a straightforward story over one that sets about debunking the classic myths. Still waiting for someone to make a light-hearted western, but who knows if/when that'll happen?

Russell Crowe plays his role well, though I'm not still not much of a fan. I generally enjoy Christian Bale more, but even so, I could envision a possibly better movie, or at least one specifically tailored toward me, with other stars.
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The Great World of Sound (Craig Zobel) at Lincoln Plaza. Scott Foundas can synopsize this one for you at Variety. He mentions similarities to Robert Altman as far as the overlapping dialogue and prevalent use of a zooming camera, but I also think this has a similar tone to films about America in the 1970's, e.g. Altman's California Split. Small, slightly selfish hopes for a better life dashed by exploitation.

The one magical moment of the film for me was probably when the camera was flitting back and forth between Pat Healy, as he fully realizes what sort of scummy operation he's involved with, and Tricia Paoluccio, who's earnestly auditioning by singing an a cappella version of Joanna Newsom's "Clam, Cockle, Cowrie." In an interview at The Reeler, Zobel discusses the process of procuring people to audition for what they thought was something like a shot at stardom.
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30th Five Films, 2007

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Quietly on By (Frank V. Ross) at the IFC Center. Ross directs Anthony Baker in another awesomely physical role. Baker plays Aaron, a twentysomething guy who lives at home, working hard and saving up money until there is a nervous breakdown (the point at which the film begins) and he just starts sitting around the house. Aaron is that guy who you hang out with but nobody really likes. He never has anything else to do, and as such always overstays his welcome, pushing people to the limit, even though he can't always see that's what he's doing. I was squirming in my seat much of the time, as it can be grueling to watch a mostly harmless guy constantly condescended to, and filled with so much self-loathing.

Ross, who's in Joe Swanberg's Young American Bodies, says he'll be starring in his next film, though he didn't reveal any details beyond that.
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Frownland (Ronald Bronstein) at the IFC Center. This would have made for an awesome double bill with Quietly on By. Perhaps that's what they were thinking when programming these on consecutive nights. Not part of The New Talkies, this was nonetheless another intimate, low budget film about awkward young people. I found the characters to be a bit less sympathetic than in Ross's film, and thus it was easier to watch them get belittled. The humor all has a dark, mean edge to it, and no one wins.

Bronstein said this was based on the negative experiences and feelings he remembers from being new to the city and very lonely. Keith (Dore Mann) is obviously something of a caricature, but his misadventures still resonate. He lives somewhere around Greenwich Village or maybe the Lower East Side and sells coupons door to door in Staten Island. He has a ferocious stuttering problem and minimal social skills. His roommate is a complete and total jerk. The film ends on a sour note, but no more sour than the constant tenor of the rest of the picture.

Unlike most screenings I attend, this felt like THE PLACE TO BE. Even though the theater was small, it was jammed, with a number of the mumblecore directors and some others standing in the aisles. There is no DVD available and no future screenings planned. Hopefully that'll change.
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I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With (Jeff Garlin) at the IFC Center for a Stylus review.
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M (Fritz Lang) at Museum of the Moving Image. Like a lot of early sound films, I think, Lang tries to use dialogue and physical acting separately, which makes the movie longer and slower than it ought to be. For example, if a character hears a piece of bad news, she'll contort her face and maybe gesture to show that she's in pain, then she'll say a line or two about it, and maybe finish off with another physical action, whereas eventually directors would get the idea that acting could probably be a lot more economical and communication to the audience speeded up. I'm sure part of this is the acting tradition in expressionism, but it just doesn't feel effective.
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Fury (Fritz Lang) at Museum of the Moving Image. I prefer Lang working in the classic Hollywood style, where his taste for dark themes and devious schemes matches nicely with swifter pacing rather than getting dragged down by lack of momentum, at least in my opinion. I'm pretty sure this is the first Spencer Tracy movie I've seen, hard as that is to believe.
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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Yes, the leaves (due to a dry spell) are prematurely changing color, and exciting movie releases are about to start coming in droves. I remember being a bit underwhelmed last year when so many of the titles I was expecting opened slowly or not at all in Seattle, but being in New York City this fall, I hope to catch most of the good stuff.

This week for example, 3:10 to Yuma and Helvetica have just recently opened. Eastern Promises, Great World of Sound, and My Brother's Wedding all open on Friday, and I admit to harboring secret hopes for Mr. Woodcock, though I'm ready to be dissuaded by a dearth of good reviews. Before the month is out, the Jesse James movie, Lust, Caution, and The Darjeeling Limited will also arrive.

And we're less than two months away from the advent of year-end list season!

Long Ride Home

01 The Velvet Underground "I'm Waiting for the Man"
02 Wire "Feeling Called Love"
03 Yo La Tengo "Little Honda"
04 The Strokes "Last Nite"
05 The Strokes "Barely Legal"
06 The Thermals "Out of the Old and Thin"
07 Band of Horses "The Funeral"
08 My Morning Jacket "I Will Sing You Songs"
09 The Mobius Band "The Loving Sounds of Static (Junior Boys Remix)"

CODA

Galaxie 500 "Isn't It a Pity/Blue Thunder/Ceremony"

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29th Five Films, 2007

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Quiet City (Aaron Katz) at the IFC Center for a Stylus review. In the near future I'll be contributing blurbs for a couple of collaborative features and hopefully reviewing a slew of things for the New York Film Festival, pending press accreditation.
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The Artist and the Computer at MoMA.
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Automatic Updates: Shorts at MoMA. The Miranda July piece ("Nest of Tens") had some interesting moments but was not ultimately any sort of revelation.
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LOL (Joe Swanberg) at the IFC Center. There was some good discussion afterward, particularly from the guys who had seemingly come in with almost no experience watching these kinds of films. It's at once knowing and pretty depressing about guys unable to relate in a human(e) way to the women in their lives due to an obsession with technology and mediated experiences. Hannah Takes the Stairs is probably my favorite of his movies, though Young American Bodies has its charms.
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The French Connection (William Friedkin) at Film Forum. I was disappointed Roy Scheider didn't have more of a role, but Gene Hackman was great, particularly in the subway hopping scene with Fernando Del Rey. The print shown had sound levels that fluctuated from reel to reel, but it looked decent. I loved the car/train chase and the scene in which the hunted car is disassembled, reassembled, then returned. Maybe not totally first-rate but still a lot of fun.
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Asia Extreme

I've been revising my top ten films of our current decade and, lo and behold, each of the top five is Asian. I'm pretty sure this mostly stems from my viewing habits over the last few years, although taste could factor in as well.
  • Joint Security Area (Park Chan-wook, 2000)
  • Memories of Murder (Bong Joon-ho, 2003)
  • 2046 (Wong Kar-wai, 2004)
  • Cruel Winter Blues (Lee Jeong-beom, 2006)
  • Exiled (Johnnie To, 2006)
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  • Funny Ha-Ha (Andrew Bujalski, 2002)
  • L'enfant (Luc & Jean-Pierre Dardenne, 2006)
  • Woman on the Beach (Hong Sang-soo, 2006)
  • The Old Garden (Im Sang-soo, 2007)
  • The Boss of It All (Lars von Trier, 2007)
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  • Werckmeister Harmonies (Bela Tarr, 2000)
  • Kill Bill (Quentin Tarantino, 2003)
  • The Death of Mr. Lazarescu (Cristi Puiu, 2005)
  • Hannah Takes the Stairs (Joe Swanberg, 2007)
  • Syndromes and a Century (Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2007)

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Upcoming Events, Sep 2007

  • The French Connection is showing at Film Forum through Thursday.
  • The Mets vs. Astros game Friday night has some cheap tickets, so hopefully I'll be checking out Shea Stadium this upcoming weekend.
  • Museum of the Moving Image is holding a Fritz Lang retrospective, and if the MTA system gets me there, I hope to see M, Fury, The Testament of Dr. Mabuse, Ministry of Fear, The Woman in the Window, You Only Live Once, and possibly Human Desire. They're also showing Dynamite Warrior, a crazy Thai action film.
  • Prior to the mostly October-oriented New York Film Festival, Lincoln Center is showing some Latin American films, of which I will certainly try to see Duck Season and may make it to Japón.
  • Highlights at MoMA: Fargo, Grapes of Wrath, The Red Desert, films by Stan Brakhage and Ernie Gehr, and Adam's Rib.
  • The IFC Center is showing I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With, Helvetica, and Charles Burnett's My Brother's Wedding.
  • The last two weekends of the month I'll be traveling, first to a wedding in Pennsylvania and then to Myrtle Beach.

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Confrontational Art

From an interview in Filmmaker Magazine with director Ronald Bronstein about his movie, Frownland, which I'm hoping to see next Wednesday:
Bronstein: Well, yikes, a fight nearly broke out after this one screening in Las Vegas. Some guy in the back of the theatre was booing throughout the closing credits. When they ended, this other guy stood up, turned to face the booer, and screamed, “You! You’re a fucking asshole!” I mean he really screamed. He was absolutely enraged. Red as a beet. Shaking. That’s when a third guy stood up and started defending the booer. The second guy turned on the third. Everyone was arguing. It was sort of a melee. Turns out that last guy was the attending critic for Variety and he wound up writing us a killer review. Which leads me to think that that kind of raw caustic energy is real good for the project. It forces people to quickly choose a position and defend it. I should probably start hiring shills to run up and punch me in the face after each screening.

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