Just got back from the new Jim Sheridan opus starring Mr. Mumbles (I have to write about it for work, don't worry). Random thoughts...
-- First off, that trailer for the new Josh Lucas movie, GLORY ROAD, is the most ridiculous thing I've seen since Edward Norton's incomprehensibly ludicrous display of basketball prowess in AMERICAN HISTORY X. Don't get me wrong, I understand the concept of suspending one's disbelief, especially when the name Jerry Bruckheimer is even somewhat distantly involved in the proceedings, but you have got to be fucking KIDDING me. I don't think dunking was even allowed back when Texas Western shocked the world and won the National Championship in 1966, but even if it was, there certainly weren't half-court alley-oops and backboard set-ups for tomahawk jams. But let's just say I'm wrong about that. Fine. One thing I'm absolutely positive of is that ghetto playgrounds didn't have fucking BREAKAWAY RIMS in the goddamn NINETEEN SIXTIES. Does this not bother anyone? Is it just me? I guess I just wasn't made for these times...
-- As for the movie itself, it was like NEW JACK CITY meets 8 MILE with a splash of IN AMERICA, but not nearly as good as any of them (yes, even NEW JACK CITY). Once 50 got shot and Sheridan and Declan Quinn started getting romantic with the atmosphere, I actually felt a little something. But other than that, it was just a decently-executed by-the-numbers affair, and it was wayyy toooo longggg. HUSTLE AND FLOW remains my favorite "right-now-i'm-a-thug/pimp-but-i-really-want-to-be-a-rapper" movie of 2005.
-- For those of you who do see it (God knows why), watch for 50's moustache in the hospital scene just after he and his honey seal the copulatory deal. Before I even realized what was going on, the girl behind me said to her friend, "What up wit his moustache?" Seriously, it was like the thing had grown several years in the course of one sexual episode! I burst into laughter at her comment, at which point we three strangers proceeded to giggle our way through the next few minutes of the film. One of those minor moments that makes you think the world is okay after all.
-- Hearing LL Cool J's "Radio" and Boogie Down Productions' "9mm Goes Bang" only has me more excited to shoot PING-PONG SUMMER. Seriously--and I don't know why I've fought so hard against this--but my true calling is to film images and set them to hip-hop from 1984-1988. I don't care if it's my dad mowing the lawn or Edward James Olmos combing his hair or Saffron Burrows playing field hockey, the thought of sitting in a theatre and hearing Nice & Smooth blasting out of the speakers is enough to justify taking the directorial plunge. It's what I'm gonna be remembered for!
Today's Painting Playlist:
David Pajo "Pajo"
Arvo Part "Alina"
Max Richter "The Blue Notebooks"
Max Richter "memoryhouse"
Johann Johannson "Viroulegu Forsetar"
Johann Johannson "Englaborn"
Michael Nyman "Wonderland"
David Wingo "Okay Corralles" (you won't be hearing this for a while, but get ready for some good, good shit, kids!)
Oh yeah, thanks for all of those comments regarding Eric's beautiful poem. I guess I was right, after all. Sorry, Eric. I still think you're great. See ya at work tomorrow, buddy...