Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Best Movies of 2015

I of course could not see every film released in 2015.  I saw as many ones that I thought would be good as I can, and I have no problem updating this list if I see another one released in 2015 that I feel should belong.  But as of this date here are my thoughts on the year that was...


Overlooked Great Performance


Ian McKellan:    Mr. Holmes

A lot has been made of people not nominated for an Academy Award this year.  For me, this was maybe the most egregious.  A forgotten performance, when if Mr. Holmes had been released during awards season, he would have almost surely been nominated for an Oscar and other big awards.














Honorable Mentions:


The Big Short

Great performances (especially Christian Bale and Steve Carell ).  It drags just a bit, but Mckay does a commendable and comedic job of explaining and making the housing crisis far from a complete snore.

Crimson Peak

It's probably fair to say it is style over substance.  But it is at times a captivating to look at style.


It Follows

Suddenly I am seeing films some would put in the "horror" category and finding them darn captivating.   Last year it was The Babadook as well as A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night.  Two of the best films of that year.  Feel as if  It Follows is a notch below those two.  But I am willing to re-watch it and decide.


The Visit

It is not quite to the level of Shyamalan's best work.  But it is a strong comeback, and the low budget feel might actually be the perfect direction for the hit or miss filmmaker.


Biggest Disappointments


Black Mass

I actually mentioned how much I liked seeing Depp in something good finally.  So yes, it is a good film and he does a fine job.  And yet....I just could never shake the thought it should have somehow been more.  To paraphrase a filmmaker, "It is so good you are angry it's not great."  Even Depp's strong performance seemed slightly overshadowed by his makeup.

Sicario

Really like Emily Blunt.  I think she is supposed to be a strong female protagonist and yet she comes across as someone who never changes.  I suppose this is because she is the moral center, and yet











the director makes her appear victimized and even weak.  Her final moment is ridiculous.  Blunt deserved more.

Concussion

This director should get hit upside the head.  Yes Will Smith is good, but blame his lack of a nomination on a film few cared about or saw.  I wanted to scream at one point, when Smith and a complete stranger speak on the phone and hang up with "I'll meet you."  Meet where?  Who are you? What time?  Aren't we past these bad film-making cliches?  The film is full of similar decisions.


Mad Max:  Fury Road













I realize I just lost all credibility with many of you.  And I will admit the 3rd act is great.  Well the last 20 minutes or so.  Just fantastic action.  The rest of it, I found too odd for the sake of being odd. Yes, just about all of the action is impressive.  But I would much prefer to see a making of documentary about this film over the actual film.  Did not resonate emotionally to me like I know it was supposed to.



My Top 10

10.   Amy

The most depressing film I saw in 2015.  Not because, "Oh what a waste!  A talented person throws it all away!"  That is to an extent the truth.   I believe people should be held accountable for their actions.  But also, parents should be held accountable for their parenting skills.  Listening to the words of Winehouse's own parents, you can not help but think, "she never had a chance."

At 14, when your daughter tells you she came up with an effective diet for herself:  "I eat as much as I want and then throw it up."  Shouldn't the mother's reaction be something more than, "I did not take her seriously." 

Winehouse was surrounded by takers.  Of course the takers were the people she loved the most.  Especially her father and her husband.  Knowing your wife is an addict, maybe do not introduce her to crack on your honeymoon; as her former husband has no problem admitting here.  As someone points out, "he could not have her get sober.  Then he might lose the gravy train."

Winehouse goes to the Caribbean for 6 months to escape people, and is semi successful in getting herself together.  Except her father shows up with video cameras to shoot her every moment, for a tv show about himself (cough).  The scene where she is pleading for him to stop, but can not make him, is one of the most upsetting of all.

It is appropriate and telling that Winehouse died alone; her bodyguard being the one that finds her.  A bodyguard that seemed to love her better than her family members.

This story is not tragic because she was a known singer.  Fan or not, her talent was without question. It is tragic because she was a human being.  And the people in her life, without the talent, crave the fame she does not care about.  They take advantage and destroy the person they no longer look at as a person, just a commodity.

Yes, this is not a new.  I remember the story of Janis Joplin quitting the music business because she did not think she could be in it and stay sober.  It was her parents that convinced her to go back into the industry.  History repeats itself and will keep doing so.

The story here is that Amy Winehouse was not just another junkie who pissed away a life of opportunity.  Most junkies are probably not just that at all.  She was not undeserving.  The undeserving people were those she loved unconditionally, when their love back to her had nothing but conditions.

"Love is in some ways killing me."    -Amy Winehouse


9.   The Hateful Eight




















This seems to be Tarantino's first legit flop.  Least commercially.  There could be a host of reasons.  A three hour western, with no huge box office draw as a star, might be a tough sell for most people.  Then there was that police union led boycott against Tarantino, for the anti-police rally he showed up to.  While he never said anything as bad as was first reported, cops boycotted the film and encouraged others to do the same.  Did people do as told?  Might be hard to really know.

But ok, is it a good film?  The answer is yes, though once again Tarantino the filmmaker makes the moviegoer work for it.

Though much is made of Tarantino's use of 70mm, most of the film takes place in one room.  We get an Agatha Christie type story unfolding.  As a friend pointed out, it resembled The Thing, in how we get multiple characters together in a small space and wait for multiple shoes to drop.

While most people are armed, people win or lose often with their wits and words here.

While I was slightly annoyed by the obvious portrayal of the former Confederate soldiers at first; I felt Tarantino redeemed himself through one character in particular by the end of the movie.  I won't say more, other than one actor should have gotten more notice for his performance.  All 8 main characters are truly hateful.  Even though this is a Tarantino film, that is rarely the case in his work. Who is really the hero of this film?  What makes that decision more interesting is the idea that the 8 characters make up a representation of America taking form.

The ending is so well written and executed, I had to applaud Tarantino once again.

This is not Tarantino's best film and it will not sway people that dislike him.  It might well be his most divisive.  But it also is another top notch script with some of Tarantino's best directing.  It will increase in reputation over time.

For all the bluster, the film is elevated by his use of a simple letter.

Look real closely at the soldier
Coming at you through the haze
He might be the younger brother who ran away
And before you kill another
Listen to what I say
Oh, there will not be many coming home

      -Roy Orbison


8.  Far From The Madding Crowd













Critics have short memories.  This film came out in the Spring to strong reviews.  Carey Mulligan's strong performance is just one of many.  And do you remember anyone mentioning it during awards season? I barely remember it being mentioned at all, all year.

I don't know if it would have won a bunch of awards, but I'm not so sure it would not have gotten a few nominations if it had been released in late December.

A good story.  Beautiful cinematography.  Great acting.  If you are the type that likes Jane Austen type stories, this should be right up your alley.  Deserves to be discovered.

7.  Creed

In 1976, Sylvester Stallone created an iconic movie character.  What made that underdog story so strong, is that Rocky Balboa is a man over his head that knows he can not win.  The victory is in simply finishing the fight.

That beautiful sentiment evolved into Rocky becoming some amazing all time great fighter, who can take down roided up Communists, and end the Cold War.

While no longer a critical darling, the Rocky films were loved by many, made a ton of money, and helped make Stallone one of the world's biggest movie stars.

Nuance was a thing of the past.  And any notion of Stallone as a strong actor was long gone.

But that might not have been completely fair. Stallone would show flashes.  And in 1997 he gave a performance in Cop Land that is effective and moving.

He to some extent reminded us why we liked Rocky in the first place, with Rocky Balboa.  That film seemed like a proper and worthy end to the series.

Then director Ryan Coogler decided he wanted to make another Rocky film; sort of.  Except it is really the story of Apollo Creed's son and living in a father's shadow.  The Balboa character would now be a supporting one.  And under Coogler's direction and writing, Stallone has given at least the second best performance of the character.  If not the best.  It is not "good for Rocky."  It is flat out good.  Excellent even.  Yes, even Oscar worthy.

As is the whole cast.  Michael B. Jordan has been poised to be the next best thing ever since the last episode of "Friday Night Lights."  It has seemed to get off to a slower start than expected.  But with Creed, we have not only his usual strong acting, but a movie people wanted to see.

The potential Coogler showed with the oh so nearly great, (infuriatingly so) Fruitvale Station, is now fulfilled.  Similar to Star Wars:  The Force Awakens, a story continues in a way we care about again, as it feels for now to be in very capable hands.

This is not a career highlight for Stallone alone.  It is for everyone involved.  And while people might be upset his performance is the only thing acknowledged by the Academy, he did after all, create the character himself.  That's one thing no other actor in the Best Supporting Actor category can claim.

6.     Spotlight












In his previous film, director Thomas McCarthy helmed The Cobbler. Starring Adam Sandler, people were hopeful this would be Sandler doing something different and succeeding.  Like Paul Thomas Anderson accomplished with Punch Drunk Love.  Instead we got a film that made most people's 10 worst list of the year.  Critic's were baffled how nearly every single choice McCarthy made, seemed to be the wrong one.

So it is quite a quick turnaround when his very next film, Spotlight, has him almost pitching a perfect game.  A great ensemble cast gives us multiple great performances.  My favorites being Michael Keaton and Stanley Tucci.  Who did not even get Oscar nominations: those went to Rachel McAdams and the more showy (but excellent as always) Mark Ruffalo.

How the Boston Globe uncovers the Catholic Church protecting and covering up for child molesting priests, is not the pitch one makes for the feel good movie of the year.  But instead of making it too depressing to view or overly self congratulatory to our heroes, McCarthy finds just the right balance.

The reporters (who would win the Pulitzer Prize) do their jobs well, and how they do it is shown in a brisk and captivating way.  But Spotlight is not as self congratulatory to the newspaper as it could be. They admit fault in not moving on the story earlier.  And that helps elevate the film.  We also see the drive of these reporters, destroying their personal relationships, because we see almost no evidence of any.
  

5.  Brooklyn













My vote for the best lead actress Oscar,  (if I had a vote) would be for Saoirse Ronan.  While I love every performance, I keep going back and forth in my mind between Larson and Ronan.  "Larson's role was more difficult, right?" I kept telling myself.  And maybe it was.  But Ronan's performance had that quality of making it look easy.  She does not appear to be acting, and I think that is what makes her so special.  The entire movie is on her shoulders.  And she carries it, like falling off a log.


4.  Room



So yes, I obviously liked Brie Larson as well.  She is fantastic as is her co-star Jacob Tremblay, who was about as deserving of an Oscar nomination as anyone.  Room is the clear winner as far as number of tears shed from me while watching a movie last year.

The first act ends so beautifully and emotionally, that the rest of the film lags just a bit.  It is difficult to maintain the ramped up emotions of all that came before.  That does not make the rest of the film weak, actually I respect what is done here.  The happy ending of many stories would not be the happy ending in real life.  The makers of Room acknowledge this and go for something more.

"And they lived happily ever after," can be a cop out.




3.  The Revenant




Alejandro González Iñárritu would like you to know you just watched a movie.  In case there could be any doubt.  

While not as close to flawless as last year's Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue Of Ignorance), once again we get a movie that feels a bit like no other.

If Mel Gibson and Terrence Malick ever got together and decided to co-direct a film together, I think the result would be very close to The Revanant.

The Malick influence was a bit surprising, but he does once again use The Tree of Life, cinematographer, Emmanuel Lubezki.  A couple shots look like they came straight out of Malick's storyboards.

Some of the more artsy ideas work and some don't.  But most things do.

Before its release, the movie was already making headlines for its difficult shooting conditions.  Shot chronologically over 80 days, and only able to shoot for a few hours at a time so they could always use natural light.

Tom Hardy butted heads often with Iñárritu, as he felt the stunt work he was asked to do was too risky.  Multiple crew members would leave the production.  Hardy would make t-shirts of himself choking Iñárritu.  This was his gift to the entire production after shooting.

Interviewed for Birdman, Michael Keaton stated it was easily the hardest shoot he had ever done. Leonardo Dicaprio is now saying the very same thing for this film.  I suppose when you are a vegetarian, being made to eat raw bison liver is not preferred.

Could Iñárritu win the Best Picture Oscar two years in a row?  It is possible.  And before he kills an actor or crew member, we should appreciate his craziness for how it translates on screen.

This is a filmmaker in the zone.



2.  Inside Out













One of the best Pixar movies.  It might actually be the very best. Which at this point is saying something.  So much critical love for this film when it came out, but again, critics seem to forget if anything was not released by late November.

Evidence of a great movie, is in what kind of smart ways people are talking about it.  Inside Out instigated some of the very best film analysis of the year.

"There's something very lonely about Inside Out if you compare its external structure and Riley's journey through her physcial world to traditional kids' movies.  There's no Donkey from Shrek or Abu from Aladdin or Timon and Pumbaa from The Lion King cheering her up with "Hakuna Matata."


"The structural decision to do without a villain, and ultimately to do without one of the easiest elements to make entertaining and marketable, means that the process Riley is undergoing-adolescence-is visualized as...normal.  Her mind is not a space that's been invaded by something that must be driven out, but a new environment to be mastered.  And if other kids' stories are there to teach kids how to be brave when they see witches and giants, Inside Out is there, maybe, to teach them how to be brave when there's no witch and no giant, but things can feel broken anyway."

-Linda Holmes        June 19, 2015  

Such a clever and unique script.  Sadness is a positive thing?  In a kid's movie?  That makes me very happy.



1.  Ex Machina













More than any film I saw in 2015, after finishing Ex Machina, I was tempted to watch it all again right away.

Not only am I choosing Inside Out and Ex Machina as the best films of 2015, I believe they are the best scripts.  Both are nominated for the Academy Award, in a move they got correct.

I am often reminded how there are only a limited number of stories. All are retold in an endless loop, in different ways.

Ex Machina's story is familiar, (few parts Frankenstein, maybe a dash of Under The Skin) and yet it feels completely new and original.

Writer and first time director Alex Garland's script is smart and makes you hang on dialogue.  Oscar Issac is fantastic as usual.  Domhnall Gleeson is convincing as an awed programmer that might well be getting manipulated; if not also underestimated.

And Alicia Vikander as Ava is a gem.  If her representatives had attempted to get her a best leading performance Oscar nomination for The Danish Girl, instead of a supporting one, she might have very well scored a dual nomination.

But doesn't she just play a robot?  Yes, essentially.  But the trick is Garland must convince us, through his direction and elements he adds to the script, that Domnhall's Caleb could develop feelings for Ava. None of that matters without a convincing portrayal by a skilled actress.

This is the movie everyone tells me Blade Runner is, but I never found it to be.





Performer of the Year:

Domhnall Gleeson

His 2015

Ex Machina
Brooklyn
Star Wars:  The Force Awakens
The Revanant

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

All Dogs Go To Heaven















Dean Koontz is my favorite writer.

That is my stock answer if you were to ask me.   I have never read one of his novels.

When I was engaged to be married  to my wife, she lived in a home out in the middle of nowhere. You had to drive alongside a large piece of farm land to get there.  She had two dogs, Darius and O'Riley.

Darius was actually a female, despite the male sounding name.  O'Riley was the male, but Darius was the tough one.  A half pit mix that got the pugilist build of that breed while also making the argument that dogs are not born dangerous, just made that way.  She was a loving and sweet dog.

O'Riley was all heart.  A wiry haired mix, He was the size of a black lab but with a beard that made him distinguished.  Both were rescues.

On January 3rd, 2009 myself and Christy Ann (then my fiance) were out with friends in Salisbury, MD.  We attempted to go bowling but could not get a lane, so we journeyed on back home.

I did not live with Christy Ann, so we parted ways at my house.  A few minutes later I got a frantic call from her.  Her house was on fire.

Darius would make it out after taking in a lot of smoke.  O'Riley would not.  Though the firefighters would find him and attempt CPR, it was too late.

A week or so later, Darius would pass as well.

Many friends know this story or were there with us.  Robert and Jen let us stay at their house in the immediate aftermath.  Friends from our bible study group at church stepped up with support.

I should back up.  You know those people that treat their pets like they are family?  Like their own children?  They are annoying aren't they?  We are those people.  I have decided to no longer be apologetic about it.














Right before we got married in April, my mother would give us our wedding gift.  We would go with her and my sister and all pick out golden retriever puppies.  Both Christy Ann and I agreed rather quickly on the one we liked the most.  We hoped my sister or mother would not notice we got the best one.  My sister got a sweet light furred girl she named Grace.  My mother got an attached to her and handsome boy she named Wally.  We got our girl, that we successfully had not let out of our sight.  We named her Rory.


Rory was the sweetest, most caring and loving and special dog we could have ever hoped for.  I know you think you had that same dog, but you are mistaken.
















There were not many days where Rory was not the happiest creature around.  If you came by our house, whether it be to visit us, or to do some yard work or plumbing, Rory knew the real reason you were there was to see her.  She would wiggle her butt with such fury, her tail could take out anything in the area.

She had many stuffed animals that she loved, and there is a chance if you came to visit she got one out to bring to you as a greeting.  Like people might bring wine to a party, she thought you should have a giant stuffed pig.  It was only polite.

With my family in Virginia before we moved to NC, my young nephew Nathan had a stuffed Saint Bernard.  Rory immediately assumed it was a gift to her and would grab it and snuggle.  As we were in our car about to leave on our move away, Nathan said Rory could have his stuffed dog.  Rory accepted with a giant wiggle.  It would be her favorite toy.  We referred to it as "Baron," after my mother and father's Saint Bernard they had when first married.

After some time of living the life of luxury only a completely spoiled dog can have.  (Sleeping in our bed, getting every waking bit of our attention) Christy Ann felt compelled to get a rescue dog.  A greyhound.

Most all of the dogs I have ever had have been a rescue of some variety.  But I picked up Everett, a little hesitant of how our girl would react to another member of the family.

People do not seem to realize that if you own a greyhound, it is almost for sure a rescue dog.  Puppies are nearly impossible to get.  They are a breed that is bred solely to run in races and if they are not good enough at this, they are put down.  This happens by the thousands.  A lucky few get adopted by greyhound rescue groups.  And then hopefully, get adopted out of there.

The rescue groups do good work of course.  But they have limited space.  Greyhounds are used to being in their crates for hours and hours on end.  Even at these rescue centers.  Only getting out a few times a day to eat and go to the bathroom.

When we brought Everett home, he had never been up stairs before, had never seen or walked on hardwood floors.  Just getting him in my car was a chore as he was not sure how to jump in.  I picked him up like a lamb for quite some time before he got used to it.

Rory greeted Everett like a happy sister meeting her brother for the first time.  She would often put her mouth around his nose as a way to play and greet him, while shaking her butt back and forth as if she was auditioning for a Sir Mix a Lot video.  Everett would seem slightly annoyed by her enthusiasm.  But would tolerate it.  Over time I think he got closer to Rory.  Once they were separated for a length of time and when they got back together, he greeted Rory like a long lost friend.  And long before greeting us.  Slightly offended at first, I was touched how far Everett's feelings for Rory had come.

I would talk like Rory for her.  (I mentioned we are those people)  She would speak in a Southern Belle slipping into an English Lady type accent.  Everett's voice was a little...simpler.  But however they communicated for real, I believe they became very good friends.

Rory was maybe the smartest dog I ever had.  We did that "intelligence test" one afternoon where you put a towel over your dogs head.  If they shake it off within so many seconds they are smart as a "border collie."  So many more seconds later, smart as a ..."whatever."  Rory shook the towel off her head immediately.  Everett would still have that towel on his head today if we did not eventually take it off.

Rory would surprise us with the things she would notice.  I could point and she would more times than not, actually look in the direction I was telling her to look.  Think about it.  That is not an easy concept to grasp.  The first time I remember doing this, I was driving down a country back road with her in the front seat.  I pulled the car over, as very close to us in a field, stood ten deer.  I said, "look Rory," and pointed.  She followed the direction of my finger and got the most excited expression (she had an expression.  I was there) on her face.  She just stared enthralled with the creatures in front of her.  I am convinced that this is why she knew to follow where I was pointing if I ever did it again.  There was the off chance she just might see something as exciting.  Not sure if squirrels or birds or rabbits or friends coming to the door ever quite matched those deer.  But Rory loved every living thing.

The happiest I have ever seen an animal was one day when Rory was outside in our backyard and saw a squirrel.  Squirrels were always a source of happiness, but of course most of them are too fast for Rory to catch.  She would run, they would jump on top of the fence or up a tree and that would be that.  But one day Rory saw a squirrel that did not pass the physical fitness test.  And the question to, "what would she ever do if she caught one," was answered.

The squirrel was too fat to climb the fence properly, and Rory caught right up to the out of shape and probably terrified little animal.  Rory could have easily grabbed the squirrel right up.  Instead, as the scared little creature missed its escape leap time and again, Rory jumped in complete 360 degree spins of pure ejubilation.  I mean complete 360 degree spins in the air before touching back down.  I had no idea she was capable of such agility.

Stuffed animals she would sneak out were often strewn across our yard.  One being a squirrel.  We laughed that in Rory's mind, her stuffed squirrel had suddenly sprung to life right before her eyes.  Elation is not quite the word that captures this moment.  Every animal, human or other, should experience such a moment of complete happiness.

Christy Ann one day decided we needed fish.  I have just about no opinion on fish as pets, but Christy Ann bought a large fish tank and filled it up after a trip to Petsmart.

Having no room in our home for this fish tank, I informed my wife the only place it would fit was our bathroom.  Our bathroom is one of the bigger rooms in our home.  So, odd as it may sound, it was the only option.  The bathroom is right off of our bedroom.  Rory would most nights sleep at the foot of our bed.  And some nights, she would wake up maybe unable to sleep, thinking of stuffed animals coming to life or something, and I would wake up to find her quietly staring at the fish.  At times, it felt like the fish were more Rory's than anyone else.  We witnessed her barking at them one day, while wagging that tail and then going into a play bow, as if to say, "come on guys!  Let's run around!"                

Rory's best friends were Bruiser, my sister-in-law Leigh's and her husband Mark's boxer, (who we called her boyfriend), and her brother Wally.  Wally lived with my mother six hours away so we would only see them once or twice a year.  Every trip home after a year away, as soon as we would get to the stop light by El Maguey Mexican Restaurant, Rory would pop her head up out of a dead sleep.  She knew exactly where she was.

She would pant and wag her tail in excitement to see her brother.  Then when we got to my parents driveway, her excitement level went up even more until we just had to open the door to the car as soon as we stopped.  She would barrel inside my parents house, nearly knocking over people and valuables on her way until she reached Wally and they would play and wrestle.














My sister's dog Grace would join in these visits and seeing three golden dogs playing together is something Michelangelo should have painted.  Pure joy.

Grace would pass away at a young age and I know Nathan took it very hard.  He would always give Rory a lot of attention when we were all together.

On January 9th, Christy Ann and I had to go away for the afternoon, but we noticed Rory did not seem herself.  Just not as bubbly happy as usual.  I always remarked how she always acted the same. She never lost that puppy like enthusiasm, even now at age 7.  But that day she seemed like she ate something that disagreed with her maybe.  So we called our friend Kathryn and asked her to stop by and check on the dogs while we were gone.  Kathryn is also one of Rory's friends.

Kathryn confirmed she did not seem her peppy usual self.  A bit worried, the next day she seemed slightly better,  Then two or three days later she seemed to be over whatever it had been.  She even played fetch with me outside briefly,  Fetch was not something Rory generally did.  We forgot to explain to her she was a retriever early on.  So when we would throw something she generally seemed to wonder why you would keep doing this more than twice.

Then Friday night, Rory did not want to eat her food.  Anyone that knows the breed knows how weird that is.  For any dog, but maybe especially a Golden.













01/16/2016

 I called the vet and they were closing.  I said can I bring her in when they opened Saturday morning and they said they were full.  I pleaded and they let me take her in first thing.

They told us Rory had cancer of the spleen.  They would do surgery Monday.  A stressful weekend of worrying about every sound and movement she made, we got her into the vet first thing Monday. The veterinarian operated on her sometime around 11:30am.    It appeared the cancer spread to her liver.  If she made it through the night, we were told, that would be a good sign and then we could figure out chemo.  By 3:30pm we could see her.  She was sleeping, all medicated while getting a blood transfusion.

We both spoke to her and pet her and told her we loved her.  I don't know if she knew we were there or not.  I'd like to think so.  She opened her eyes and looked at Christy Ann at one point.  I thought maybe she opened her eyes slightly for me, but it might have been in my mind.  I told her I loved her and kissed her and to be strong.

We both prayed over her and asked for more time.  But if it was not God's will for more, that above all she have no pain.

At 10:30pm that night, (January 18th) Dr. Crawford called us to say he went by to check on Rory.  She had passed away in her sleep.  She was curled up with her favorite stuffed animal, Baron.

After the fire on January 3rd 2009, I read a book by Dean Koontz.  It had been passed along to me from my mother.  It was not a novel but a piece of non-fiction.  The book was about his golden retriever.  The first dog he ever owned, and not until later in life. After finishing it, Christy Ann read it as well.  We discussed it and then I did something I have never done to an author or anyone famous ever. I wrote Koontz a letter.














I still have a copy of it somewhere but the gist was that we appreciated his book.  I mentioned the fire and Christy Ann losing her dogs and that his book was a sort of comfort for us.

Then I forgot to mail it.

A couple months later, Christy Ann handed me a letter.  It was addressed from the office of Dean Koontz.  She had found my letter and mailed it without telling me.

The letter from Koontz was a kind of form letter.  It was probably typed by his assistant and essentially said, "Dean Koontz gets thousands of fan letters and he can not possibly respond to them all.  But we thank you for your letter very much."  I was appreciative for the response.















Then the same day a package arrived.  This time a book.  With the same return address.  I opened it and inside was a hand written note from Dean Koontz.  It began, "Thank you Matt for your wonderful letter."  Inside was his latest book, again about his dog.  (I think he was now one of "those people" too)

Inside the book he wrote "In memory of Darius and O'Riley.  All Dogs Go To Heaven."  -Dean Koontz

The fire that would take these two sweet animals was January 3rd, 2009.  A day I never thought I could view in a good way.  After getting Rory, we would find that she was born on January 3rd, 2009.

When loved ones were leaving us, Rory was coming along that very day to come and help heal us.















Our last night together.  Sleeping on the floor with her.  
(01/17/2016)

Creatures like her are a reason I believe in a Creator.  Yes, we are those kind of people.  I know we did not deserve her, but I am so thankful for her.  I hope she knows how much

We did not get enough time with her.  If she had lived to 16 or 20, it would not have been either.  But I thank God for the time we had with her.  I truly believe she was sent to us from Heaven.  And now she has returned.  And we will see her again.  Wagging her tail and shaking her butt to greet us.

















Rory is survived by two parents that could not love her more, her brothers Wally and Everett, a bunny named Mr. Darcy, her fish, her sometimes care takers Jermaine, Kathryn, Jim and Trish.  Every piece of clothing or furniture she ever got near that forever have "Rory fur." Her human grandparents, Bruiser, Leigh, Mark, friends Laura and Jason and others too numerous to mention.

If she met you, she saw only the very best version of you.



Monday, January 11, 2016

An Awakening


 "At the end of the day, it is about you, and how much you are willing to be a kid."

       -Filmmaker Oscar Boyson

I recently came across a film critic that refuses to see animated movies, much less review them.  As a person who has so many peoples dream job, I find this unfathomable.  Why?  How can anyone feel so superior to a genre, that they miss out on such great works?  And is animation even really a genre?

I understand not generally preferring one genre as much as another.  But to shut out an entire type of film, seems to make for an unworthy critic. 

I can still remember the ride home, as an eight year old, after seeing The Return of the Jedi.  My grandfather had taken myself and my ten year old sister, upon our pleading.  While we whispered our joys to each other in the back seat, the front seat was completely quiet.  Finally, as we got back to my grandparents home and we got out of the car, he broke the silence with, "That was the strangest thing I've ever seen!"

"They are children's movies," George Lucas always has been willing to remind us all.  But if our grandparents were one generation away from "getting it," our parents were not.   I mean someone was driving all those kids to the theater multiple times.  

Then we grew up and the prequels came out.  And I suppose, despite their low quality, some children did enjoy them.

My generation would sound even older than our years, as we said things like, "In my day, Star Wars films were good!"

Most depressingly, the celebrated genius George Lucas lost his touch.  Heck even C-3PO admits he did.   (In one of his 6 Million languages)

“George has changed a lot over the years but I think he finds it slightly hard to collaborate.  He made decisions that I believe might have been better discussed with other people." 
-Anthony Daniels

The magic of the franchise seemed lost.  Until Lucas decided he was willing to give it up, to as he put it, "white slavers."  White slavers being people at Disney willing to pay him merely four billion dollars.

Poor bastard.

Fans have seemed to understand these characters more than the man himself.  Just look at how Lucas famously changed a scene in the first Star Wars.  The entire "did Han shoot first" controversy is a prime example of Lucas being clueless about his own creations.

But what if a talented fan got hold of Star Wars?  Could it be great again?

A little film called Star Wars: The Force Awakens, came out in late 2015.  The movie is everything you might have heard.  From almost anyone.  That is much of its strength and much of its weakness.  Such is how J.J. Abrams revives film franchises.

In his reboot of Star Trek, Abrams started well and then by his second attempt, essentially remade Star Trek II, The Wrath of Khan.  While I found it entertaining enough at the time, it also made me want to re-watch The Wrath of Khan, more than anything.

Even Abrams admitted he went too far in making it nearly a remake of that earlier film; the best of all Star Trek movies.

So what did he do with The Force Awakens?  Well, he nearly did the same thing again, but holds back a bit better here.

The result?  Well you can not satisfy everyone.  Abrams necessity to remake parts of the original Star Wars, is both cool and a bit annoying.

That the rebels must blow up a base, seems downright lazy.  Three movies with the same essential plot?  Out of seven?
 










But in other ways, Abrams and company are pitch perfect.

Daisy Ridley is a revelation.  You feel you are watching the beginning of a true movie star.  It would take a strong female lead to pull off Rey's badassness, while not feeling forced and overly PC.  She handles it like a seasoned pro.  One of the joys of watching the film is the thought it is in such good hands with the new characters.  John Boyega as Finn is both heroic and comedic.  Adam Driver is as good as I expected as a bad guy.  And we get Oscar Isaac, one of the very best actors working today, and in his prime.

Heck even the new droid is worthy of screen time with R2-D2 and C-3PO.

But none of that would mean anything if the script stinks.

If you were to rank all the actors in the original trilogy versus the prequels, you would likely say the prequels cast the most talent.  And yet only Ewan McGregor seemed to get out of those films mostly unscathed.

But here the clunky Lucas dialogue is largely gone.  A few nods are made to remind us Abrams has seen the previous films.  But mostly the script avoids, "Hold me, like you did by the lake on Naboo," type dialogue.

And yes we do get Han Solo and others to connect the stories and feel nostalgic for how it all began.  Mostly, Abrams finds a good balance.  












A three film story with these characters gets me excited.  But is that the plan?  Being they paid Lucas all that money, probably not.  We know they plan to make way more than three films in total.  Fact is, like The Avengers, there is probably no end in sight.  A Han Solo origin story is already nearly cast.  But instead of getting excited about all the new Star Wars coming our way, I kind of wish they wouldn't.

The original story had a beginning, a middle, and an end.  (least until now)

I enjoyed the first Avengers film I saw.  One of my favorite actors (Robert Downey Jr.) plays my favorite childhood superhero (Iron Man).  Now I do not watch them.  Why?  Because they lack that John Williams score?  That opening scroll?  Or are there now so many stories and characters, I just can no longer keep up?  

Of course Disney is not making an indefinite amount of films and selling an indefinite amount of toys and other products just for me.  As a business, they are rather obligated to do all of it.


But will saturating the market with no break in sight make it less special?  Almost assuredly.

The argument over whether Star Wars ruined the movie business will probably be back loudly before too long.  Is this all that is wrong with Hollywood, or are good movies (4 to 5 of 7 is still a good percentage) that kids and adults both like, much of what is right with the movie business?  It's actually not as simple a conversation as all that.   

Star Wars has been both great and awful for the movie industry. That is a fair argument and one we could have for days.

But Star Wars is also something at its most pure.  A story that began as an homage to movies.  From Kurosawa and Samurai films and to Flash Gordan, Errol Flynn, and Westerns.  Basic "good versus evil," temptation and even romance.  Star Wars celebrates all that we grow up loving about movies and storytelling.  That it would become a problem, and be accused of hurting the industry, is an ironic result of it doing what it intended to do so effectively.


So where does this one rank?

The Force Awakens is a good film.  A legit good film.  And that in itself is worth celebrating.  It is easily the fourth best film in the series.  But then again, it is also only the fourth best movie in the series. So while people are going crazy for it, and I get that completely, let us not forget the original trilogy that started this all, and how genuinely special those films are.

I have great hope for the direction of Star Wars after seeing The Force Awakens.  As a friend said after seeing it, "It is what the prequels should have been."

So I will try not to lament what The Force Awakens is not.  Or Star Wars as a whole for that matter.  And instead celebrate everything that it is.  And once again feel excited for a series of films I loved as a child.

Right up until they make me no longer care, and remind me I am now an adult.

Hopefully that is still far, far away.  


Star Wars:  The Force Awakens

3 out of 4 stars  

Friday, September 11, 2015

The Under-appreciated: The Frames "Fitzcarraldo"















Great bands have that epic song.  I guess I don't know how many bands have an epic song based on a movie the main songwriter liked.  But such is the case with The Frames and "Fitzcarraldo."

Glenn Hansard's career has taken a huge leap in the last few years.  But before he won an Oscar as one half of The Swell Season and the main actor in the hit movie, Once, he was mostly known only in his native Ireland.

Hansard dropped out of high school to busk on the streets of Dublin.  One of his teachers actually suggested he should.  He soon founded The Frames and would have huge regional success with them.  Success based mostly on touring.  For all The Frames good songs, they have never seemed to capture in a studio, what magic they can produce on stage.

"Fitzcarraldo" was and still is that special live song for The Frames.  That one that the fans usually consider the highlight of the show.  Hansard wrote it after watching the Werner Herzog film of the same name.  The film is about a man who loves opera.  And long story short, to fulfill his dream of opening an opera house, he must pull a boat over a mountain.

It is a wonderful image and metaphor.  As Hansard said once introducing the song, "I think a lot of us are pulling stuff over mountains."

And in approximately 6 to 9 minutes time, (depending on solos) The Frames accomplish more emotion, and capture the heart of that image, better than the actual movie itself.

Violinist Colm Mac Con Iomaire is the song's secret weapon.  Building and building until Hansard sings quietly, "I shall eclipse you," the song then belongs to Iomaire.  And he takes it to places maybe no spoken word ever could.

Using loops to sound like 2 or 3 people at once, Iomare becomes the violinist version of David Gilmour at the end of "Comfortably Numb," or Jimi Hendrix at the end of "All Along The Watchtower."

It is something every fan of live music should be allowed to experience.


The Under-appreciated: Gillian Welch "Hard Times"




















Back when Norah Jones was touring with her second album, her opening act for a few shows was Gillian Welch.  Gillian Welch is really the "band" name of Gillian and guitarist/co-writer and all around partner, Dave Rawlings.  During the show I saw, Norah herself came out to introduce the two of them, and ask the audience to be respectful and pay attention to them.

Most of the crowd did not listen to Norah's request.  But I was mesmerized by them.  A fan before, I became a much bigger fan after their performance.

There is not one single guitarist I enjoy watching perform more than Rawlings.  He must be a virtuoso, because he generally plays with his eyes closed.  And the chemistry between he and Welch is something others never obtain, no matter how many years together.

Their harmonies are as good as it gets in their genre.  As even Welch's own mother once pointed out, sometimes she can not distinguish between their two voices when they harmonize.  "So wholly of one voice," as critic Colin Maloy pointed out. 

Together since college, Welch and Rawlings make in my opinion, the best Folk/Bluegrass/Americana music in the business.  Hugely respected among their peers, they often watch the less talented win awards and sell far more albums.

Allison Krauss wins a Grammy every time she opens her mouth.  But she is not on their level as a songwriter.  Krauss has recorded songs written by Welch/Rawlings.

One song that stood out to me a couple years ago was "Hard Times."  "Hard Times," is a bit of a second or third cousin to "Hard Times Come Again No More,"  by Stephen Foster.

Brilliant in its simplicity and beautiful in its execution; "Hard Times" is a song that should have gotten Grammy nominations.  Instead, it got ignored by the mainstream music listeners and critics, as too much of their music does.

In my alternate universe, this song would have been battling it out all night for awards against Adele's, "Rolling In The Deep."  Instead, Adele battled it out against songs like Katy Perry's "Fireworks."

That is not a knock on Perry, who does what she does well enough; but the talent in the songwriting is miles apart.

"Hard Times," is for me one of those songs that is rewarded by repeated listens.  Not in the sense of studio produced elements.  There is no "Wall Of Sound" here.  But sometimes when I listen to it, I am moved by the sadness of it.  Other times I hear it and am uplifted by it.  Is it a happy or sad song?  I think it depends on the mood of the listener. 

Steve Martin once said that you can not write a sad song on banjo.  It is too happy an instrument.  I believe Gillian Welch might be the exception to the rule.

But also, I enjoy the writing and performance of this song so much, maybe Martin has a point after all. 




Thursday, July 30, 2015

Your Outrage Is A Lie. (Or you would be outraged every moment)

Bill Cosby is the greatest stand-up comedian of all-time.

I have believed that for a number of years.  I still do.

Judd Apatow would not like me saying this.  Because he can no longer admit any joke Cosby might have once made was, or is now, funny.  Because how can anyone laugh at what has been said by an evil man?

I say this is nonsense.

But let me explain.

The closet of skeletons opening up about this man, has felt like the death of an old friend to me.

Now before you drop your monocle with outrage:  I do not compare my feelings to those people he allegedly victimized.  Not even close.

But I do feel a loss.  It's undeniable.  When one of your heroes turns out to be quite possibly, a serial rapist, well, that's a lot to take in.

I remember seeing "Bill Cosby: Himself" the first time and being in awe of the man's talent.  As a child I recognized it.  I would purchase every Cosby comedy album (ok cassette tape) that I could find from that point on.  My younger brother and I would listen to them so often, we would have entire routines memorized, down to the beats and rhythms.

I can still recall them.  For someone who is constantly mocked for his horrible long term memory, these routines I can recall with no trouble at all.

"And I went out.  Lookin'... for Junior Barnes.  Junior  Barrrrrness.  You gunky.  Ohhh  Junior Barnes.  And I couldn't find him.  It was 7:30.  I have to get home before the monsters come out."  

"What was that?  A piece of paper?  Somebody threw a piece of paper on me!"

"Dad is great!  Gives us chocolate cake!"

My wife and I were able to go with my parents and see Cosby do stand-up a few years ago.  It was a family highlight.  All of us fans for years, we went hoping he still "had it."

It turned out to be one of the most rewarding shows of any kind I have ever seen.  One I wrote about on this site. One I am determined to still look at as a wonderful family moment.

And now here we are a few years later, and as Apatow and others have decided, even admitting you still consider Cosby a great entertainer can be met with great judgement. 

I've noticed a curious thing during all of this self righteous condemnation.

We only care, sometimes.

About certain people.

Which makes me think this concern for all of these women is frankly, all a big lie.

Where was that New York Magazine cover of Bill Clinton's alleged victims?

If you are saying, "who?"  Well that's partly my point.  Clinton was very credibly accused of rape by Juanita Broaddrick.  And less you claim I have political motivations for saying this; only someone with political motivations could excuse it.

What about the liberal minded Christopher Hitchens?  He laid out the case against Clinton very well, and years ago. And few noticed or cared.

It has been credibly reported that Hillary Clinton intimidated Broaddrick to stay quiet about it.

How's that for a feminist?

"But come on, an entertainer likely drugged someone and then raped her!"

Yes, and Roman Polanski still works and wins awards, in spite of it..  Still gets standing ovations. Though he hides from the law overseas, so he must witness them from a screen I suppose.  And people think either what he did was not a big deal.  (He drugged a 13 yr old and sodomized her) or say, "Hey, hiding out over there means he has suffered enough."

We like who we like.  And though I can still appreciate the brilliance of Cosby's "Noah" routine, or Polanski's Chinatown, those we condemn and those we do not, does not feel consistent.    

It is a dangerous thing to truly look at everyone closely.  I do not suggest it.

Gandhi was a racist.

He slept naked with very young girls.  He corresponded frequently with Hitler, and referred to him as a friend.

Martin Luther King was a philanderer and plagiarist.  Not great attributes in a minister.

Well, least we have Lincoln.  Oh dang.  About Lincoln.

"A separation of the races is the only perfect preventive of amalgamation, but as an immediate separation is impossible, the next best thing is to keep them apart where they are not already together.  If white and black people never go together in Kansas, they will never mix blood in Kansas."
 -Abraham  Lincoln

I surmise you can find things you don't want to know about any of us.  If you can't find them, they are still out there, just better hidden,

This is not me excusing behavior.  Far from that.  I just think it is a heck of a slippery slope.  And yes, quite often, very disingenuous.

To me, I can not listen to your argument that you are a voice for the victims, when you were never a voice, or gave a damn about other victims.

If you are being completely honest, you might have to admit an agenda.  Hey we all have agendas. But rape is rape.  And if your argument is one or two victims versus many, well, that's kind of a messed up argument.

Recently we learned a dentist from Minnesota killed a popular lion in Africa.  Cecil the Lion was lured out of his habitat and shot with an arrow.  He then suffered for some time until they found him again and shot him.  This has rightly outraged many.

Jimmy Kimmel recently went on a self righteous rant about the man who killed Cecil.  Named him. Showed pictures of him and called him a scum bag and an asshole.

The dentist has received death threats and people hope not just himself, but his entire family "lose everything."  He has closed his business and gone into hiding

Mia Farrow tweeted out the hunter's business address.  I doubt so people would go send him copies of Hannah and her Sisters.

Is it too obvious where I'm going with this?

We care more about animals than humans.  Kimmel was in tears about Cecil.

Is he in tears about the actions of Planned Parenthood?  Does abortion make him weep?

Even for people that claim to be "pro-choice," I think the amount of life taken as a form of birth control should be upsetting.  Right?

What about other people in Zimbabwe?   How do they feel about this whole killed lion outrage?

"Why are the Americans more concerned than us?" said Joseph Mabuwa, a 33-year-old father-of-two cleaning his car in the center of the capital. "We never hear them speak out when villagers are killed by lions and elephants in Hwange."

Does Kimmel weep about Zimbabwe's 80% unemployment?


Now but WHY was this animal killed, someone may ask?

"Sport" and "Fun" seem to be words used as to why people do this kind of hunting of majestic, endangered animals.  Those words for killing seem unacceptable.

Yet we are far more efficient at killing human life, and justify it by "convenience."

Not caring about Cecil would be cruel.  Caring more about Cecil than human life; killed and limbs removed for sale; that is hard to fathom or comprehend.

So go ahead and tell me I can no longer laugh at the words said by a brilliant and probably awful man.

Who would want to think of a seemingly more innocent time, anyway?

Go deface a Confederate grave, when a few weeks ago you never would have given that a second thought.  And tell yourself what you just did, is not a hate crime.

Pretend by changing your Facebook picture to a rainbow background, that you have actually accomplished something.

Let us try our best, not to break our arms patting ourselves on the back, for the very least amount of caring or effort.

If you did a good deed and you did not let people know, did it count?



As I took a break from writing this article, I watched an episode of Seinfeld.  Most would say, probably accurately, that Jerry Seinfeld is one of the true "good guys," of Hollywood.

And he did date a 17 year old high school student, when he was just shy of 40.  Which most people would consider, at least, creepy.

After that I put on Lost in Translation.  Maybe my favorite Bill Murray movie.  Bill Murray is unquestionably the coolest, most chill guy on Earth.

Then I remembered his ex-wife accused him of infidelity, drug and alcohol abuse, as well as physically striking her.

Damn it.

But you see.  I'm gonna still enjoy Bill Murray the actor and Bill Murray that goofy guy that crashes random parties.

We are ALL pretty horrible people.

At least there's plenty of company here.





Listen to Cosby's comedy.  Go see a Polanski movie.

Or don't.

Either do it all or do none of it.  Because how do you decide in an honest moment, which sinner is ok?

We are all more or less the same.

Yes, I will never make the perfect comedy album or make a masterpiece of a movie or be the hero to an entire people or have books written about me.

But I am as great a sinner as just about anyone that's ever lived.  I'm one of the all time best.

I need salvation as much as anyone.  As much as Bill Cosby.

What would the New York Magazine cover look like of people I have hurt, throughout my life?


Saturday, June 27, 2015

The Under-appreciated: Jackie Brown


In 1997 Tarantino released the follow up to what many still consider his greatest work, Pulp Fiction. Pulp Fiction felt like something new and original, while of course acknowledging things that came before.  It is usually considered the most influential American film of the 90s.

So when Tarantino released its follow up, an Elmore Leonard novel adaptation, Jackie Brown; there was a lot of high anticipation. But anticipation for another Tarantino film.  What they got instead was as un-Tarantino as any film he has made, despite the obvious Tarantino trademarks.

We got the dialogue.  "My ass may be dumb.  But I ain't no dumb ass."

We got the great soundtrack.

We got multiple perspectives of the same moment.

We even got a scene with a car trunk and a firearm.

What we also got is maybe the last thing people expected; or wanted.  A paced (not all that violent) movie that lets us get to know two star crossed (would be) lovers. Jackie Brown actually contains a tragic, not to be love story.  Something no other film of his had to that point.  And its done pretty darn brilliantly.  

Max Cherry (an outstanding Robert Forster) is smitten immediately by Pam Grier's, Jackie Brown.

By the end of the movie, Cherry has helped Brown procure a large sum of money and only taken 10% as his fee.  Brown not only offers him more, but asks if he will come away with her.  Everything to this point tells us this is exactly what Cherry wants to do.  He told Brown he is going to sell his business.  He is in love with her.  So why doesn't he go with her?

There are two scenes that stood out the most to me, as to why Cherry stays in a job (and possibly a life) he does not enjoy, and lets Brown exit his life.

The first is when, late in the film, Ordell (Samuel L. Jackson) comes to get his money from her, and Brown kills Ordell.  Now, no she never actually pulls a trigger.  She lets ATF agent, Ray Nicolette do that, after yelling "he's got a gun!"

It was not pointed at Brown and by all rationale, she was not in any immediate danger.

But if Ordell lived, he would talk.  And for Brown to be truly free, Ordell needed to never talk.  And you see a look from Brown, as she deals in her mind the decision she just made.














Then you see a look from Cherry.  And after being in the dark, the lights were literally just turned on.













 Cherry is not a helpless type.  He is a bail bondsman.  A man who explains how he stuns people to take them in to jail.  "That's the job."

But is there something else that keeps him from making that decision we want him to make?

Cherry holds his own with everyone he encounters in the film.  He never really seems scared of anything.  Ordell and he have various back and forths.  But one line now stands out that the first time I saw it, probably seemed like a throw away.  It is used as a verbal volley at Ordell, and it does connect in the moment.

"Is white guilt supposed to make me forget that I run a business?"

The fact Cherry is white and Jackie is black, seems to have no bearing on the movie.  It's never mentioned.  But of course its a fact.

With that line, Cherry shows he sees and acknowledges the difference in himself and almost everyone he deals with in the movie.

It's understated.

But is it possible this is another small reason for Cherry's decision?

The most subtle of racism on Max Cherry's part?

Tarantino might be the last person anyone would expect to make a well thought out, restrained but powerful look at race.

And definitely the last person who would get any credit for doing so.

Yes Max Cherry is a white man that helps a black woman.  But they are played as equals completely in the film.  Actually, Jackie Brown is intellectually superior to anyone else in the movie.  The Blind Side this is not.

This is about class systems and Jackie trying to do whatever she must do.

For a man known for his brilliant use of music, Tarantino's choices here might well be his best.

In the last scene we hear Bobby Womack's, "Across 110th Street," and see Brown sum up the entire movie by her look into the camera, and singing along with the words.

"Doing whatever I had to do to survive/ I'm not saying what I did was alright/Trying to break out of the ghetto was a day to day fight."

We hear the Delfonics a few times throughout the film.  Max heard them first from Jackie, and now can't seem to get enough.

It's also played for laughs during a tense moment right before a pivotal scene.




As for the supporting characters in the film.

No one has ever understood how to use Samuel L. Jackson, as effectively as Tarantino does time and again.

Deniro gives one of his most underrated performances. (Maybe the best putting down of a phone in film history)  His ex-con, Louis, goes from cuddly to scary, in slow convincing ways.

Whats gets him to the breaking point is Bridget Fonda's, Melanie. (Watching this movie again made me sad that Fonda quit acting so long ago)  She says his name with such drawn out contempt and mockery that well, you can nearly understand Louis's reaction.  Fonda is Deniro's equal in this film.



"I gotta start all over again, but I got nothing to start over with.  I'll be stuck with whatever I can get."  -Jackie

If this film was released today, this line, and even the casting of Grier, might be called "meta," a la Michael Keaton in Birdman.

Grier did not have too much of a career any more, when Quentin gave her this lead role without even asking her to audition.

Robert Forster was in even more dire straits.  He says in an interview that he had previously auditioned for Reservoir Dogs, felt he nailed the audition, but did not get a part.  He was sitting in a little cafe considering quitting acting, and trying to decide what else he could do for a living when Tarantino walked in and Forster invited him over.  Soon after he had a part in a movie that would keep him a working actor for as long as he wanted.      

One wonders if also the line above did not refer to Tarantino himself.  Once you are the toast of Hollywood, there is only one way you can go.  And its interesting that he at least seemed, for all its Tarantino-isms, to make a movie unlike the others.  Was this a new direction? What might we have seen from him if it had been more of a success?

Critic Nick Votto had a similar thought.

"In his attempt to kill the creature he created, this new narrative for this Tarantino-esque film culture was dismissed and probably is the reason Quentin Tarantino fell back on the crutch of using old genres as his sole purpose for creating a film."

I am not as critical as Votto on what he would do after Jackie Brown.  The Kill Bill movies are for me, about as re-watchable as anything I've ever seen. And different genres could as easily be viewed as a challenge.  Jackie Brown could more easily be referred to as his "blaxploitation film," as it could a crime thriller.  Outside the casting of Grier, no one seemed to realize what he was doing at the time.

But it is fair to wonder what movies Tarantino is directing somewhere in an alternate universe. One where Titanic, with its awful dialogue, did not win Best Picture that year; but Tarantino won multiple Oscars, for this wonderful and criminally underappreciated film.


Jackie Brown:  "The milk went bad when I was in jail."

Max Cherry:  "Black's fine"