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12/22/2004
EAR PLUGS
Sheesh, there were some great shows to chose from last weekend – and we didn’t
get to a single one of ‘em. It’s impossible to cram in all the holiday parties
themselves, much less them and a sampling of the abundance of live music the
weekend offered. So if you’ve got a report, send it in. We’re busily preparing
for the hurdle between us and New Years that is the holiday some folks call
Christmas, so you probably won’t get much of the usual reporting out of us for a
bit. Once we’ve cleared Consumass off the To Do list, we’re headed south for two
New Year’s countdowns in a single night in the Redneck Riviera of the Florida
panhandle. Hopefully some of our subscribers (yes, that means you) will send us
reviews of what we miss here in town while we’re gallivanting across the time
zones so we can kick the New Year off with some swell tales of debauchery and
degeneration.
FILM FLAM
We caught a screening of The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou last week. It’s a
cute film with Bill Murray’s deadpan humor taking center stage. The special
effects are particularly special, avoiding the efforts at computer generated
reality in favor of hokey exaggeration and cartoonish fantasy, something lacking
in most films. There are several portions of the film where you wonder if the
cinematography is supposed to imply that all the documentaries the characters
star in are faked, or if the filmmakers have opted to abandon the traditional
film reality in favor of something slightly more subjective. It’s interesting
while being funny at the same time. Worth seeing if you like something a little
on the quirky side, but not the quirky everyman stories that have become all the
rage with Gen X/Y slackers lately. Instead, you get Bill Murray as a washed up
Jaques Cousteau wannabee, roaming the oceans like a neurotic playboy. It’s
pretty much how I imagine I’d spend my time were I rich and bored. And this is
probably the film that would result from it – nothing too spectacular, but just
imaginative and funny enough to be watchable.
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