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Year-End Dump: On The Subject of Music

I don’t know about music anymore. THERE’S TOO MUCH MUSIC. Too many bands, too many blogs, too many videos, TOO MANY STUPID TEENAGERS.

The Hot Water Music album was great. The Gaslight Anthem album was so-so. The Beach House record was … neat. Honestly, I listened to, like, nine new albums this year. And it doesn’t matter, because I doubt many releases could approach the slinky, sultry awesomeness of A Thing Called The Divine Fits. Britt from Spoon, Dan from Wolf Parade, Sam from New Bomb Turks. BOOM.

Also, Bob Mould and Redd Kross owned it. TA DOW and TA DING. Beyond that, find your own music. I don’t get it anymore. Skrillex is, like, Corey Feldman’s idiot Floridian half-son. It takes a certain special something to look dumber in glasses, that’s what we’re saying.

Year-End Dump: On The Subject Of Movies

 I don’t get to see a lot of movies. I’m driven to work like a mad beast, and that’s not boast–if I spent half the time working on projects I was passionate about that I do on the ol’ fashioned day gig, I would’ve published two Ravis stories and my first “proper” novel this year.

(Plus, going to the movies makes me stabby, because a lot of people are, well … let’s just say, inconsiderate.)

So instead of a Top 10, here are my thoughts on some of the films I was fortunate enough to see this year.

The Dark Knight Rises. Saw it once. Need to see it again, but at first pass, it seemed to neglect story in favor of buoying some BIG IDEAS that were really rather obvious to begin with. And it pains me to say that, because I love both Christopher Nolan (did a bit of a Nolanapalooza recently, and I’m sorry, Insomnia still reigns supreme) and BIG IDEAS. But, well … heavy-handed. Oh, and Joseph Gordon-Levitt stole the show.

Found-Footage Ghost Movies. Ugh. Stahp. It’s over.

The Avengers. Loved it the first time, watched it again, loved it the second time. I won’t join the fray about continuity / real-world / comic timeline errors, because I just don’t care. It was awesome. I want a superhero mythology with a human heart, and that comes naturally to Joss Whedon. Speaking of Whedon …

The Cabin In The Woods. Un-fucking-touchable. At least as much credit is due to Drew Goddard as Whedon, as well as the actors that played this sublimely crafted fan letter to the horror genre with straight faces. I watch it once a month, minimum. Why? It’s a master class in screencraft, and it’s also entertaining as hell.

The Girl with The Dragon Tattoo. The American version. Came out last year. Fincher directed it. Didn’t do a whole hell of a lot of business, in today’s terms. And yeah, it came out last year, but THIS WAS THE BEST FILM I SAW IN 2012. Just freaking perfect, hit all the notes. I loved it. Larsson’s books came off as a bit austere to me, and I wrote it off as lost in translation, but holy crap, what a good, human story.

Prometheus. I could be wrong, but this might’ve been the only film I saw in a theater this year. Here are my initial thoughts, and they still sound about right.

Really, those are about the only flicks on which I feel qualified to comment. In my defense, I will say these things: 1) The overwhelming majority of movies that come out look frankly terrible; 2) Movies are timeless, and the march of technology renders them ever more so; and 3) I’ve stopped caring about seeing new movies right away because most people simply do not know how to watch a movie in a theater without ruining the experience for other theatergoers. I won’t make it about age, or race, or emergent technology, or anything else–I’ll make it about people, and a lot of the people with whom I’ve shared a theater in the last five or six years were assholes. IF YOU USE YOUR PHONE AT ALL, OR TALK LOUDLY, OR BRING A BABY TO A MOVIE MADE FOR ADULTS, YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE.

That’s it, really. I look forward to auditing the best of 2012’s movies in my home, later, because it’s not a goddamn race.