Showing posts with label this is it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label this is it. Show all posts

2.11.09

Law Abiding Citizen / This is It: Two Movie Reviews

I've been trying my muscle at more precise, thoughtful movie reviews. Someone, somewhere, may one day give a fuck.

This Is It starts with tears. It’s the story of Michael Jackson’s months of rehearsal planned for his last world-tour. Unfortunately, as we all know, Jackson died eight days before the tour launched. Here we have a tragic behind-the-scenes glance at what that concert may have looked like.

The final result melts the eyes. Jackson has never looked so bad, almost needing no make-up to play a “Thriller” zombie. Claiming he was doing the whole rehashed shtick “for the fans” (also the intended audience of the movie), Jackson reimagines his classic tunes alongside a line-up of break dancers, a cover band and bikini dancers. This Is It blends between live and rehearsed acts with jarring levity, stopping and going with unending schizophrenia.

Jackson’s new tracks, yelping for world peace and environmental justice are preachy, sappy and overshadowed by the violence, sex and glamour, perhaps as it should be.

But all this asks, is this really a proper tribute to the King of Pop? Will fans really enjoy the surrealist manufactured feel throughout this unending outtake reel? Something always feels missing here and it isn’t just the eerie feeling of watching a dead man prance about again. It plays more like a DVD featurette than a biopic.

This Is It really isn’t it. It comes off as a way to make money on a dead man’s ticket, not a reminder of how great that man was.

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Law Abiding Citizen at first bows to America's love of brilliant killers, the typical genius murderer one step ahead of the authorities, but it soon lends to the ridiculous and trite.

Gerald Butler plays Clyde Shelton, a victim of a home invasion that resulted in his family slaughtered by two thugs. When Shelton's power-hungry lawyer, Nick Rice (Jamie Foxx) refuses to take the case to court, our victim turns vigilante not only against his aggressors but the entire court system of Philadelphia.

He's got valid reasons, as the holes he pokes in America's justice system actually exist. Many guilty criminals are let off with lesser sentences through plea bargaining or the like, so the idea of taking law into his own hands is fresh and gripping.

Immediately, Citizen grabs viewers by the balls, playing out like a cross between Se7en and Fracture with the pacing to match, but the treads in the story wear out midway.

The first half is acceptable and there isn't a moment you don't feel caught in the grasp of Shelton's antics yourself. Shelton utilizes Saw-like torture to kill the thugs responsible for his family's death, setting off a cat-and-mouse game with the District Attorney's office. Shelton admits guilt (sort of) in return for some petty favors, but even within prison he's right where he wants to be. With chess-like precision, he manipulates and threatens the D.A.'s office and commits several more gruesome murders remotely from his prison cell.

Plot isn't weakened by pacing but by plausibility. By the second half, it's difficult to believe anyone can procure military grade missiles that can be launched at a carefully chosen cemetery just to threaten one lawyer. Some of Shelton's actions (such as mailing a DVD of a man being chainsawed in half to a ten-year old)

become so bizarre, brazen and out-of-line with his original intent that the concept is almost lost.

Citizen is finally toppled by an anti-climatic, clichéd ending. Justice (or Shelton's view of it) is served to a select few and everyone else gets off with a saturated warning. But it all goes back to Law Abiding Citizen's real intent -- to be a crowd pleaser.

The constant, building tension; the gut-wrenching violence; the ingenious killer whose stand is his downfall -- it all equals a formulaic story-line with few rewarding plot twists or meaningful character development. But if the popcorn is fresh and buttery, it'd be worth a sit through.

4.12.08

Picture Book - This is it!




My girlfriend and I are going to make a book together. It's going to be pictures of ours taken of decay in America. Gean is designing it, mostly. Sweet Urban Decay is the title.

It should be done by January or February. I want to be able to collect some more images during my time over winter break.

Cost will be about $30 per book. You may be able to buy it off the website we're using cheaper, but I don't know how to work that yet. We'll see.

Images will be like the pictured example, the fringes of society and the act of decomposition. It will be full color 7inches by 7 inches and nice and full of pretty pictures you can get for free on my flickr. Knowing that, who would be willing to buy a copy? FYI the cost is not to make tons of money, it's just to cover the cost of printing and developing film and stuff. Any extra cash would go towards making more art, not cigarettes or any of that. Honest.

So are you willing to buy this book that I am publishing myself? Self-publication runs the risk of not being able to sell the book, so I was going to only order ten books (about $300.00) but that would put me in a lot of debt. It would help if you would pre-order it. Especially in this economy.

So this is it. And that's it.

8.6.08

Day Fourteen: This is it


The first thing you need to know is what I was wearing. I bought these pants for work. They're like khakis but they don't suck. The pockets feel great. I feel great in them. Kick ass.

I'm wearing a blue t-shirt that's tucked in because Grandma says the restaurant we're going to is really fancy. But my cousins are wearing civilian clothes. It's okay. I like wearing nice clothes when I don't have a reason to. Prom, for example.

We're at this boring brunch buffet. Some cozy name. Stupid woodsy pictures on the wall. Two music school dropouts are playing jazz music in the corner. Some atmosphere attempt. We request that they play the "Farmer in the Dell" and they do, with their jazz twist.

Our waitress has a bad case of the 'muggies' which just means PMS or lack of sleep. So my cousins and I try to cheer her up. There's chocolate fondue and we start sticking sausage and shrimp in it. The shrimp must be really fancy, cause it's served to you on rocks. The sausage tastes store bought.

We dare each other to eat the chocolate covered cuisine. I nibble it and almost feel sick. Chug sour cranberry juice. What, on yer period? This brings the waitress a smile.

Earlier, I found this picture of Hawaii and all day I'm taking a screwdriver to it, trying to screw it up on purpose. I didn't think I would do any art here, but it found me.

We drive out to Laconia, where I lived when I was two and try to find a record store I saw once. It's closed of course. Everything is closed at four on Sunday, except an old antique shop. These places cover New Hampshire like a plague but I've never been inside. We're the only customers. Browsing through this elderly expensive collection. Browsing through the history no one wants.

Matthew gets a brilliant idea. He finds a box full of walking canes for a dollar each. We all buy canes and go strolling down the street like gentlemen. I love downtown Laconia. It's a city in the sense that downtown Flagstaff is a city. Small and crumbling and quaint.

There's an old joke. How many ADHD kids does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Let's go ride bikes! That isn't a joke. I'm caffeine high as hell, in my kickass clothes and we go for a three mile bike ride with our canes, eating cheese and whooping like Indians. (Of course, people don't whoop like Indians anymore. That's not politically correct.)

We fought with the canes while cruising and hit signs and all that. I was exhausted by the time we were done pedaling up a hill. I got my second wind just before we flew back down. No hands, I raised my cane in the air and screamed. I couldn't help thinking, this is it.

This is it.