Monsieur Ferguson

I find that the interview, as a format, is absurd. This absurdity becomes highly visible when watching late night. There are only two hosts that have actually made me laugh, Conan O’Brien and Craig Ferguson. The former makes me laugh only when he does his absurd goofball/slapstick physical comedy by swinging his head around in violent motions. But the later, made me laugh for the entire duration of his show. Unfortunately, the only way to see the marvel, that was the Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson, is through YouTube now (because he stepped down from the show earlier this year). I will not talk about James Corden because I cannot, because I haven’t seen the show since Craig left.

But what made the show so special for me is just how absurd it was, to the point where it didn’t feel like a show per say. But rather, it felt like I was tuning in to someone just messing around in front of a camera. The way he did his opening monologue, the existence of Geoff and Secretariat, and the way he did his e-mails and tweets – it was all so ridiculous. One small moment of absurdity that I could never get enough of, was when he threw a log into the fake fire.

During his time as the host of the show, he deconstructed each element of the late night format, from discarding pre-interviews and the need to fill the conversation with forced laughter or needless plugs about projects. Oh, he also swore the most out of all the late night hosts, but probably the best thing about that was the way he censored swears (you will see in the video).

But although first time viewers may think that this show is absurd and only absurd, upon further viewing they may be pleasantly surprised to see just how smooth of a talker Craig is – a personality that exudes the rat pack confidence (Like actually, watch any of his interviews with female guests. I’m straight and even I’m turned on.).

Sorry for the lackluster tribute, but I need to get back to my classwork. So I will just…

 

Weekend Watch – “The Color Wheel”

Movies don’t really hit me very hard typically, which might sound weird coming from a person who adores movies. It’s not that I don’t feel emotions while watching them; I tear up pretty frequently when I’m in the middle of a movie, or watching an emotional episode of a TV show. But usually, once a movie ends, it drifts from my mind. Even the movies that I love.

It’s only been half an hour since I watched “The Color Wheel,” but the fact that I can’t stop thinking about it is unusual. The last time I experienced it, in fact, was watching “Listen Up Philip,” one of Alex Ross Perry’s other two movies (I’m not counting “Impolex,” which is relatively unseen, the one movie I’m not super interested in watching of his). But as I stood up after “The Color Wheel” ended, I felt like I was leaving my bedroom in a daze. I went downstairs and talked to my roommates, but whenever we were talking, there was this nagging in the back of my mind, this background rumination about the movie.

It’s really hard to ignore what happens at the end of “The Color Wheel.” Really, really hard. Writing this shortly after it ended, it’s pretty much the only thing I can think about. And, I mean, you can’t really blame someone for that. It’s an unusual ending, to say the least. But what’s most brilliant about the ending is that it’s not out of nowhere. The rest of the movie foreshadows it pretty heavily. I knew the twist beforehand, which is maybe why I picked up so much on the weird foreshadowing, but I don’t think that really diminished from the effect (though I do wonder how I would’ve reacted going into this cold).

Let’s start at the beginning, though. Colin (Perry himself) and JR (co-writer Carlen Altman) play a brother and sister in a very stereotypical-sounding indie comedy plot. They don’t get along very well, but Colin is the only one JR has left; she’s failed in her professional life, neglecting to find a job in broadcasting, and she’s failed in her personal life, breaking up with her pretentious professor boyfriend. So they have a fun sibling road trip where they bond and get over their differences.

Summing up the plot (prior to the ‘twist’ at the end, at least) tells next to nothing about the movie, though, because it’s so filtered through Alex Ross Perry’s uniquely strange style. I don’t even know how to describe it. It doesn’t have the same weird narrator as “Listen Up Philip,” but maybe it’s the beautifully grainy black-and-white cinematography. Maybe it’s the acting styles; Perry and Altman have kind of weird and unnatural line readings, and in any mainstream movie (like “Trainwreck” or something) it would come across as extremely stilted, but it just works here. And, like, it’s not genuinely terrible acting; they each have some flat readings, but they’re capable of doing really specific things well, like Altman’s mumbling imitations of Colin that are so perfectly sisterly. And their dynamic is so genuine and recognizable that they’re doing something right. Despite all of that, though, I’m not sure what makes this feel so specifically like an Alex Ross Perry movie (and how I’m able to conclude that after having only seen one of his). All I know is that he makes every other indie auteur seem unimaginative by comparison.

Having a really strong script also helps ameliorate the sketchy acting. I mean, I was laughing almost constantly, and this isn’t the kind of movie that I would expect that from (though I laughed pretty consistently at “Listen Up Philip,” too). The jokes often feel improvised, though the movie was 0% improvised; the dynamic between Perry and Altman is just so strong and the scenes have clearly been meticulously rehearsed, so everything feels natural, despite the unnatural delivery.

I expect the polarizing aspect of the movie comes from that undeniably weird ending. It’s no use hiding it any longer: the movie ends with Colin and JR, the biological brother and sister, having sex.

I honestly didn’t know how to feel while watching it. It was uncomfortable, and shocking, of course, especially the way the kiss/sex itself is shot, with the camera extremely tight on their faces, so that’s all you can see. You’re forced to experience it with them.

But it’s also weirdly natural. There have been so many scenes of strange sexual tension throughout the movie, something that undoubtedly would’ve puzzled me if I went in without knowing where it was all heading. There’s the scene when Colin buttons up JR’s shirt, mimicking “zip up my dress” scenes from countless rom-coms. There’s the fact that the motel owner makes them kiss to prove that they’re not faking being brother and sister. There’s JR walking in on Colin making out with his old childhood crush and freely interrupting it without apologizing or stepping out to leave them be. There’s the overall dynamic of playful antagonism that fits with the brother-sister relationship but which also feels oddly at home in a budding romantic relationship.

Even aside from the apparent sexual tension that has been simmering throughout the movie, though, there’s the emotional weight of it. It feels genuinely cathartic, in a way, because each of them has discovered that the other is the only person who will truly understand them. I doubt that in real life JR would find no one who’d actually be sympathetic to her lack of professional and personal success, but still, in the context of the movie, it’s fair that JR would feel like Colin is the only one who’s there for her.

To be honest, I wasn’t grossed out by Colin and JR having sex. That’s probably at least partly because incest is such an abstract concept for me, something that is so unusual and distanced from my reality that I can’t even imagine it and comprehend the inherent creepiness of it. You know how sometimes the most disgusting, gratuitous violence doesn’t have the most impact because it’s so far from your reality, whereas seeing someone stub their toe or get a paper cut can immediately trigger a visceral reaction? That’s kind of how I feel about incest.

Watching two siblings having sex didn’t gross me out, but that’s also because of how the scene progresses. If, after the party, Colin and JR simply got a hotel room and immediately started kissing and stripping each other’s clothes off, I’d be pretty perplexed, because even though there was sexual tension throughout the film, it would just feel wrong there. The reason it works is because of that glorious single-take shot where they lie down on the couch and just talk. It’s so natural. It’s so well-written. And you can feel it building towards this inevitable conclusion, equal parts horrifying and beautiful. You can feel it when the camera gets closer, zeroing in on their faces, only briefly panning to show her hand resting near his. You can feel it as her story goes on too long—her fantasy about Colin as a professor having a student with a crush on him drags out to almost ridiculous length, and it’s clear there is something else going on here than a woman happily imagining her brother having a successful life. There’s no way to describe the emotional impact of the scene without seeing it for yourself, but as I watched it, my heart started speeding up, then, oddly, it slowed down. The movie made me feel like this was how it was supposed to be.

Alex Ross Perry is the kind of writer-director who I absolutely love to find, because I can unconditionally say that I adore everything I’ve seen from him. I’ve only seen two movies, and he only has three notable movies overall, but just from those two, I think I’ve found an artist whose work embodies all the cinematic traits that I love and challenges me to discover new ones. I’m just glad he’s only 31 years old. I hope I’ll be watching him for years to come.

No Other Art Forum Does What Video Games Do

Video Games, unlike all other art forms, deny you access to the art form when you are bad at it. The below sketch certainly made me stop and think about it for a second.  (Warning! There are some crass terms/imagery in the video.)

I like video games but I am generally very bad at them unless it’s something like Simms where you just live the life of a person and the goals of the game are what the player decides.  Art does not deny the viewer in the same way video games do. Games in general produce this frustration for many. Dancing adequately for an album to continue or understanding a books metaphors is not necessary to finish or enjoy the content.

To me there is no doubting video games as art. I do wonder if the idea that gaming is the only art form that blocks certain people from joining it is true. People often talk about easter eggs and homages in content that others might not understand or notice. While a book may not spontaneously shut down on someone who can’t list the main themes, a particular reader might not fully appreciating a work because they lack the skill to think deeply about the content.

Perhaps this exclusion might be something that helps define art in comparison to crafty endeavors. Art not only needs a particular amount of skill to create it also needs a particular amount of skill to be understood. There are so many people who scoff at various modernist pieces and say that they could have made a piece or that it isn’t art. In a way there scorn might be something that helps define what art is.

This is not to say that all art is of the same quality and needs deep thinking to be understood but that many art styles may exclude viewers in the same way that video games do in a less obvious way.

Caroling, Caroling…

When I told my co-workers that my Friday night plans included dressing up like a robot and singing Christmas carols to Midnight Madness shoppers, I got a lot of blank stares. Nevertheless, there I went a-roboting.

#botchoir #onwardrobots

Botchoir – a night I look forward to every year – is what we call the holiday occasion when volunteers of 826michigan and the Liberty Street Robot Supply and Repair Shop come together, don festive handmade droidal costumes, and sing robotic versions of holiday carols outside the store to drum up traffic during downtown Ann Arbor’s Midnight Madness. Robots in attendance included: Muffin Tin Robot, Jingle Bot, Bat Bot, Scoutbot, Eye-Robot, and Boom Bot. Favorite tunes of the night? Binary Carol of the Bells, Silent Byte, We Wish You a Merry Botmas, I Have a Little Robot (*Dreidel Dreidel*), Rudolph the Red-Nosed Robot, and Frosty the Robot.

Here’s how it works: On the hour, every hour from 7-10, we bundled up in coats and tin foil boxes and stepped outside with our song books. The BotChoir Master called out a song, and we searched our file memory for the song, calling out “loading,” “buffering,” to signal DON’T START YET, “network connectivity problems” or “error” if we really were struggling to find the page, and “upload complete” when we were all ready. This was true performance art! A crowd had gathered in front of the shop. 101, the Master calls out. And we began. The crowd enlarged as curious people were entranced by the silver shimmer of singing robot heads, and crossed the street to get a better look.

Other than a brief stint of choir in sixth grade, most of my singing comes in the form of private solos, in the car, in the shower, in my room, or in my head. But there’s something so joyful about getting together with a group of people and giving the gift of song to others. I sincerely think that singing with other people enhances your own voice. Maybe “goodness” of voice comes from a certain amount of confidence within. Maybe it was the cold that disguised the true sounds of our voice. But, in that moment, it wasn’t about how “good” the singing was. The songs were purely a vessel for happiness. We danced about, our cheeks sore from smiling, our throats scratchy from singing so loudly. Packs of young teenagers roaming the downtown scene danced by, high-fiving the volunteer wearing the Darth Vader helmet. Couples sang along to familiar tunes. In this little sidewalk spot, we made a pocket of peace and togetherness. A place where humans and robots from all walks of earth could stand together, and experience joy and comfort.

By far, the best part of the night was workshopping Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas is You” so it read as an ode to Star Wars instead, “All I Want For Christmas is r2d2.” Those robots will cease at nothing to take over all of Christmas. 🙂

Here’s a brief sample of our editing work:

I don’t want a Hutt for Christmas/There is just one thing I need, and I/Don’t care about the presents/on the planet Tattooine/I don’t need to lose my power/Way out there in hyperspace/Obi Wan won’t make me happy/With the Force on Christmas Day/I just want you for my own/More than you could ever know/Make my wish come true/All I want for Christmas is R2. 

Want to learn Binary of the Bells? (Sing to the tune of Carol of the Bells)

101 101 101 101

101 101 101 101

100 100 100 101

000 11 000 11

101 101 101 101

I hope you all get a chance to sing your heart out with friends/families/fellow robots and help spread some cheer. You never know whose day you’ll make just a little bit better.

 

Pushing Daisies S01 E02: Dummy

Sorry for the missed week, but final projects and exams for the semester have taken up all of my time. But here is the review of the second episode.

Summary:

This episode gives us the first real mystery where Ned, Emerson, and Chuck work together as partners, but it takes some time to get to the action.

We first start with a flashback to Ned’s childhood during his time in boarding school after his mother dies. After being annoyed with the bullying against him, he decides to help with that day’s science project, frog dissections, This obviously ends in disaster as he revives all the frogs, leading to chaos. This inspires him to keep his ability a secret.

We then flash-forward to the present where we learn of the living dynamics and inner feeling of Ned and Chuck. While the two wake and up and cautiously prepare breakfast, we learn that Chuck desperately misses her aunts and Ned has difficulty keeping the secret that he accidentally killed her father.

After this, we jump right to the mystery, as Emerson gets a call to investigate the murder of a hit-and-run victim, Bernard. The three head to the morgue with Emerson annoyed at Chuck’s presence and Ned nervous about accidentally touching her. After Ned revives Bernard, Chuck decides it would be better to ask the victim if they had any last wishes. Bernard requests, that they tell his coworker, Jeanine, that he loved her. Chuck agrees and the group learns that he believes he was killed by a crash test dummy, not being able to get any more information as the minute is used up.

Following a group discussion and some heartbreaking news to Olive, the three head to Bernard’s work, Dandy Lion Industries. While trying to deliver their message, Jeanine pretends that she doesn’t know Bernard. The three then follow the CEO to the crash test facility. Here, Chuck finds a dummy without a face or clothes and comes to the realization that the murder was using them as a disguise. This then leads us to another group meeting at the Pie Hole and a wonderful performance of “Hopelessly Devoted to You” by Olive after Ned and the group leaves to check out the company after-hours.

During this trip, Emerson finds dead bodies, which the company had been using as replacements for real crash test dummies. They also come across Jeanine again. They head back to the Pie Hole and Jeanine share the story of her love affair with Bernard. In the flashback, after Bernard becomes more distant with Jeanine, she decides to follow him after work. Jeanine agrees to take the group to see Bernard’s secret after she barters for some pie, but on the way, Jeanine’s Dandy Lion SX explodes, leaving her alive but incapacitated. While in the hospital, Jeanine tells them that there is a mass of bodies in a ditch, which she was going to show them. Once they arrive there, they learn that the bodies are crash test dummies and Emerson realizes that they made the switch to real people because the company was trying to hide data on the tests. Immediately after, a man disguised as a crash test dummy tasers them.

The trio comes to and they find themselves tied up and in body bags in a Dandy Lion SX in the crash test facility. We come to find that the dummy killer is the CEO and he starts to monologue, but group can’t hear him through the body bags and the car. During this monologue we learn that the Dandy Lion SX explodes under a specific, but not improbable set of circumstances. The CEO killed Bernard and used real bodies to hide the truth. The CEO tries to send the car on a collision course, but Emerson frees everyone and they drive off with the car. This leads to a chase, but the CEO gets captured by the police while the group narrowly escapes their own explosion.

At the end of the episode, Ned and Chuck enter Ned’s car and we see that he has built a plexiglass barrier between the two front seats so that Chuck can sit in the front with him.

Pros:

-The love story between Bernard and Jeanine is cute and feels genuine.

-We learn so much more about the characters. It’s unnecessary, but really makes the characters feel alive and unique.

-The performance of “Hopelessly Devoted to You” is great.

-We get to see impressive detective work by both Emerson and Chuck. This allows to better understand why they would work so well on the same team.

Cons:

-The villain and mystery aren’t really engaging. They’re not creative like we will come to see in future episodes.

-The story tries to focus both on the mystery and on character development, but suffers in both respects.

-The fun colors of this world aren’t as prevalent as they are in other episodes.

Overall:

This episode is good, but suffers from lack of focus and a sense that the story doesn’t take place in the same, bright, weird universe that we were previously introduced to. The mystery is a bit underwhelming when compared to other episodes, but is helped by the adorable relationships between Jeanine and Bernard, as well as Ned and Chuck.

By far, the best part of this episode is the introduction of the unique traits of the main characters, such as Emerson’s knitting, Chucks “cheese box” fridge and polyglotism, and Olive’s breaking out into song. This makes the characters interesting and fun to interact with.

At this part, the series is still trying to find its niche, which will be made apparent in later episodes. It’s a good start, but disappointing when one compares it to later episodes.

Rating:

7/10 Daisies

From the Heart of Chicago: Twin Peaks

Do you enjoy getting sloppy drunk and moshing to indie music? If so, then Twin Peaks are the dudes you’re looking for. This local Chicago band is bringing back rock ‘n’ roll with a vengeance. Their sound is raw, their live shows are raucous, and they have fangirls like you wouldn’t believe. Since the release of their latest album Wild Onion in the summer of 2014, they’ve toured with Wavves, released some sweet new singles, and are recording their upcoming album in the wilderness of Massachusetts. Cadien Lake James, the group’s charismatic frontman, describes the recording experience as “camping without food or shelter for weeks and recording with the sounds of jungle cats and dragons overhead.” Make of this what you will.

Twin Peaks have been major players in the Chicago music scene for years, dominating DIY venues such as Feel Trip and Animal Kingdom, tons of house parties, and legit venues around the city. Their early sound was gritty and low-fi, lending itself well to out-of-control parties and singlehandedly chugging a fifth of Jack Daniels. Recent singles have reflected a transition to more melodic grooves while Wild Onion serves as a timeless example of .

Wild Onion is a must-listen for anyone who needs a dose of good old-fashioned rock music. Though the songs resemble garage-rock legends such as The Strokes in length and sound quality, they are deceptively complex and intimate. ‘Mirror of Time,’ my personal favorite track on the record, is melancholic in all the right ways, intellectual, and catchy as hell. ‘Mind Frame’ was used on the set-in-Chicago TV show Shameless, and ‘Making Breakfast’ is just a damn good time. You’ll see what I mean.

Though they’ve quickly risen out of the Chicago music scene’s enclave and into international stardom through sold-out European and US tours, they’ve stayed true to their hometown and continue to play underground shows with bands such as The Orwells, The Boxers and The Lemons when they can. Having spent last New Year’s Eve at a Twin Peaks show in an abandoned church, sweaty, drenched in champagne inside and out and bearing a fresh cigarette burn on my arm unbeknownst to me at the time, I have served as living proof of Twin Peaks’ debauchery.

These dudes know how to get down and have a good time while also cranking out some serious tunes and focusing on their art between bouts of partying and touring. They’ve been friends of mine since high school I can vouch for the sincerity of their musicianship and talent. In today’s cutthroat music industry, it’s refreshing to see people with such raw talent getting the recognition they deserve. They’ve worked hard to get where they are, and I don’t see them going anywhere soon. Don’t miss out the Twin Peaks train, because it’s a fuckin’ party.