Movies I've watched recently:
The trailer for this film doesn't spoil anything: it tells almost everything about this film, which (surprise) doesn't pass the Bechdel test. Read my entire review here: http://niklasblog.com/?p=191110.3
This film is actually worse than the first one, leaving no care behind; actually, if "no care left behind" would be the title, I'd given it higher grade out from courtesy. There's just nothing in here, not even anything little that aids or progresses action, for the sake of action. Even tipping a jar of paint onto the street would be more actionable and less questionable, than anything that goes on in this film.0.3
What a heap of troubles. Sweden often combats crime; one may say it's "our" forté. Trouble is, the same actors adapt the same dour, sour stance when affronting the crimes perpetrated by other film-makers and actors, all from Sweden. It's a downward trajectory. Here, the biggest crime is courtesy of Jacob Eklund, who would not be able to act his way out of a paper bag; he's far too lackadaisical and apathetic to be a lead guy, and his character's simply not believable. This story is somewhat interesting as one specific criminal quickly proves to be an informant for the police. That's about it, really. The action is questionable as I kept looking at my wall behind the TV at times, for more exciting stuff; I'm not exaggerating when writing it. Fingers crossed for more excitement.0.3
I'm a sucker for Fey/Poehler, and this time they've managed to be as brash and simultaneously fun as they should always have been; I mean, they've obviously honed their craft. They play sisters who walk down memory lane, and what keeps this from being a regular haw-haw SNL showboat is how they keep their eyes on the prize, story-wise. It's a complete film, lavish with jokes that not only prey upon the remember-when-we-were-young? thing, but show-cases humor in its simplest forms. There are not that many gimmicks, really, but mostly humor. Things work because of the words, not the context, e.g. in comparison with films like almost everything Adam Sandler has made. All in all, fun and funny, they make it work.0.3
This is a pure action-and-vengeance film, from start to finish. There's really no logic to some things, e.g. why the main character does not visit his estranged and brutally hurt (physically and mentally speaking) daughter in hospital, but is on a mission. Apart from that, though, this film is a study in cinematography, vengeance, neat tricks and sheer love for the kind of drama that I think all vengeance-based films should carry. There's a lot of fun too. What Hallyday keeps back because of his limited performance - just imagine if Alain Delon would have played the main character, which is what the director originally wanted - the sidekicks and the beauty of the film gives back. It's a bit like "Blade Runner" meets "Memento" and some ancient John Ford/Akira Kurosawa thing going on. A must-see for all action/vengeance flick buffs.0.3
June 10th, 2016
This was remarked on about a year and a half ago:
Gas is under $2, Missy Elliott played the Super Bowl half time show and Suge Knight just killed somebody again. The 90's are BACK!!!
— Neave (@SirNeave) February 2, 2015
Yesterday I saw Suede live at Gröna Lund, which was…weird, considering they’re not quite a pub-rock version of themselves, but they were tired, ham-fisted and managed to rumble through “The Wild Ones” – a song that I’ve always loved – as though they were getting paid to shorten it, not to mention1 how the singer went down an octave as he couldn’t do the falsetto bit in “the wiiiiiild ooooooooooones”. It was all a bit hazy as all the tracks kind of melted together, but…I sang along to some tracks and was very happy to hear some of them. And yes, I’d love to be able to play guitar like Bernard Butler/the-newer-lead-guitarist-in-Suede… Here’s a bit from “The Wild Ones” that I shot (spoiler: it’s an awful vid):
Anyway, so this morning brought this:
I’ve written about all of the 1990s bands suddenly coming back, weirdly enough, it seems that the Euro soccer championship is making them come out of the woodworks. Anything that encourages Super Furry Animals to make new music is a great thing, but The Stone Roses? I’m happier to hear their new single, but it’s not new. It’s a page out of the 1990s. I’d prefer to hear them try something new and utterly fail than this re-hash of this southern-boogie stuff what they actually experimented in better ways on their second album.
Oh, did you see Black Grape are now Four Lions and have released their own euro track?
Yes, that’s Shaun Ryder. And Bez. And Kermit.
I fucking loved Black Grape. But this song’s a bit naff. And they actually made another euro track, in 1996.
Let’s all dream back to another time, before young feared of becoming dreary and old through this:
- Which Mia reminded me of.[back]
June 8th, 2016
This is a short extract from Jeff Alulis/NOFX’s memoirs of the hardcore band NOFX; the book is filled with funny anecdotes, but really, it’s one of the best books about bands that I’ve read (so far – I’ve only read a third).
An excerpt of the book is from below. What you need to know about the character Raymond, is that he is described as a psychopath who won’t say no to fighting 20 people, killing anyone and being extremely discomforting to everybody. In the passage before the below, Melvin describes having beaten Raymond in a game of pool, where he won his car, but Raymond wouldn’t give it to him, not that Melvin insisted, considering Raymond’s extremely volatile and scary nature.
The worst part about this dark era was that I dragged Iris into it. Long after we broke up she told me Raymond came over to the NOFX House one day while I was out. I don’t know if he knew I wouldn’t be home, but when Iris told him I wasn’t there he forced himself inside and tried to rape her. Thankfully, she was able to fight him off, struggling until Raymond got tired of her and left. Given that Raymond was later convicted of raping several other girls in town, I guess she got off lucky. It might be unfair for me to blame myself for putting Iris in that situation just because I brought her to Santa Barbara and into that circle of friends, but I was crushed to hear about what she had been through. And I will always have to wonder if Raymond’s attack might have been prevented if I had just taken his goddamned pink slip and the beating that came with it.
Iris wasn’t able to fight Raymond off. That’s just what she told Melvin. She told me the whole story, and you can imagine how horrible the reality was. She said she didn’t want to tell Melvin what really happened because he would confront Raymond, and Raymond would kill him. She was probably right. I promised I wouldn’t tell him, and I never did. Until now. Sorry, Mel. Sorry, Iris.
May 29th, 2016
Från inledningen till Thomas Bernhards “Källaren“.
Tack till Mia, för att du fick mig att se Bodil.
Bodils diktsamling finns att köpa. Jag skrev litet om den i morse.
Från början av Thomas Bernhards “Källaren“: