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The Down and Out of D.C. Metro Vs. Proper

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It’s easy to say you grew up in Washington, D.C. It connotes you served time in a city that used to be rough, despite being the central hub of power for the United States. Maybe you lived in the posh Northwest, venturing every so often into Adams Morgan for a night of drunken debauchery and running from panhandlers to catch the last train at midnight. Maybe you were from Northeast, not as nice but filled with charm and proof you were probably working for the government. Or maybe you lived in Southeast/Southwest You probably didn’t, but let’s move on.

If you want to be sure the person you’re talking to grew up inside the 4×4 confines of actual D.C., there’s a simple thing to ask: “Proper or Metro?”

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January 16, 2012 at 12:02 pm

Long Live The Old Flesh: A Dangerous Method

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Michael Fassbender feeling shame--an all too common issue this year.

The exact point when “body horror” became one of the defining critical tropes around David Cronenberg’s work is hard to place. Ok, it isn’t (Stereo, Crimes of the Future, Shivers etc) but it’s a welcome shift in A Dangerous Method that the horror is kept in a subdued tone compared to, say, if Carl Jung’s dreams were brought to life on screen.

Ok, maybe it isn’t that subdued. Paralleled by carriage rides, Method opens on a hysteric Sabina Spielrein (Keira Knightley) being signed into  Burghölzli hospital where she picques the interest of Dr. Carl Jung (Michael Fassbender) into trying out the fabled “talking cure” of Sigmund Freud (Viggo Mortensen). Jung struggles between his dislike of the military (“I just look at cocks all day!”) to analyzing his dreams as he takes Sabina under his wing as an assistant while coaxing out the nature of her “humiliation.”

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It Came From My Archives…Small Film Production to Osoyoos: Droop Dead, Eh.

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I’m re-collecting most of my old blog posts here. It’s an attempt to gather most of what I like in one space. This merely amused me.From the Current_Movies Blog.

There are times in every newspaper’s existence that failure simply happens. No matter how valiantly you struggle, hard you push the subject or attempt to get the scoop; you will inevitably fail.

Or if you’re a small-town paper where an uninteresting/Canadian film is shooting and you’re denied access on set, you let your readers know that you’ve failed them. In an editorial titled: DEAR READERS: WE’RE VERY, VERY SORRY

Because we’re only a small, community newspaper without as much clout as large daily newspapers run by big corporations or nightly entertainment shows, we weren’t able to bring you the full story on the movie shoot taking place west of town.
For that, we’re sorry.

It gets better.

…or that, when cameras began to roll last week, we were given a watered down media release and a photograph of Paul Gross while a provincial daily newspaper received access to the set, interviews with the director and producer and a chat with the film’s star.
Now, it’s wonderful this film is being produced on our doorstep.
Cast and crew members are giving a boost to our hospitality industry, local trades people are being employed for the production and Osoyoos is getting some well-deserved attention.
This was a good news story that the Osoyoos Times was ravenous about sharing with curious readers who now know about as much about the production as we do.
Some might say that this argument is coming across as whining in that we didn’t get the same treatment and attention from the production as other media sources.
But this is something happening in our backyard and we played by the rules to keep good relations with the people making this film.

So, this leads me to a very important question: how in the fuck do you pronounce Osoyoos?

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September 8, 2010 at 12:38 pm

It Came From My Archives…We’re Divided About Tetsuo Project

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I’ve recently decided to get all my old clips together as I suffered the loss of all my old posts on the original Spout Blog. These are reposts of the original posts on my personal blog so there’ll be a properly formatted version. Turns out I was right–also I totally did a quick spell check. It’s been a while since I looked at these. From Current_Movies Blog.

It became official in press release form today that a third Tetsuo: The Iron Man would be joining the hallowed hall of fame meant to horror franchises and straight-to-video cash-ins: namely, there’d be a third one.

Premiering at the 2009 Cannes Film Festival out of competition and for distributors only, Asmik Ace distributed the press release–reprinted by ScreenDaily and Bloody Disguisting--and Todd Brown at Twitch enlightens us to Tsukamoto’s The Bullet Man bait and switch.
In a weird way, it is an oddly fitting release for Tetsuo Project to come out now. Body Horror has been prominent as of late–despite it being a term David Cronenberg objects to–when considering the forced cult popularity for recent “splatter horror” films with a sci-fi bent like The Machine Girl and Tokyo Gore Police.
What Tsukamoto made in 1989 was a visual response to his fascination with the character of Tetsuo from Katsuhiro Otomo’s Akira, but also as Tom Mes points out, “[t]he culmination of a decade’s worth of short filmmaking and the crowning achievement on the activities of a private, experimental theatre group, Tetsuo had all the characteristics of unbridled zeal and amateur enthusiasm, and all the signs of true filmmaking talent.”


The two films proceed Tsukamoto’s take on physicality that would later emerge in Tokyo Fist; a display of the raw urge to physically dominate that would make even the most vigorous victim of body dysmorphic disorder consider putting a halt on their practices. Instead, much like Videodrome, the body is  a means for modification and transcending the tired old flesh. The first Tetsuo is a testament to forced evolution into something that is purely sexual–the infamous “drill dick” that Man (Tomorowo Taguchi) inadvertently uses to kill his girlfriend.  Its’ seque, four years later,l involves father (again, Taguchi) to forcefully and painfully transcend his office drone banality to become a killing machine whose familial piety destroys an entire city to keep him “safe.”

Maybe this is why, in the press release, “Tsukamoto wasn’t sure the concept would translate to America, and he decided to take the story back to Tokyo instead.” Apparently Quentin Tarantino had asked for a third film, tentatively titled Tetsuo America, which seems to have endless possibilities to remark upon: American gun culture, American modification culture, America in general! A huge part of Tetsuo II comes from the main character’s transformation from having one gun in his chest to several to finally becoming a rolling tank of weapons as he rumbles through the street protecting his family.

Why Tarantino and Tsukamoto parted ways is anyone’s guess, aside from pointless conjecture to be spurned by Miramax fumbling the releases of Nightmare Detective so badly that, according to fun stories, Tsukamoto almost quit directing and shouted he would never work with an American company again. Then again, he cast Eric Bossick as an unknown role and the film is entirely in English.
Most reactions won’t come until the festival, when writers and bloggers interested in Tsukamoto’s return to cyber-punk form actively look out for the film. But this seems like a director pandering his best known and most lauded series back out in an attempt to cash back in, or maybe it came entirely from Asmik Ace who want to take a “Christopher Nolan” approach to financing Tsukamoto’s work (i.e. produce one hit, then do whatever indie film you want.)
There’s so much that can go right for a third–and hopefully final–notice in Tetsuo, especially with an American live-action adaptation of Akira on the horizon. But there’s also the mixing of stop-motion animation, cheesy computer graphics and art-student tenacity that the old Tsukamoto put into this cyber-punk thriller that made it unwatchable unless you were into watching someone’s cheaply made stance on technology.

EDIT: I guess to explain the hesitation further, it’d help to include the Synopsis from the Press Release:

The life of an ordinary American businessman living in Tokyo with his Japanese wife and a three-year-old son, changes forever after a sudden tragedy. His extreme anger turns his body metallic to fight at a ultrafast speed against a mysterious evil in the dynamically-changing city of Tokyo.

For those of you keeping track at home, this effectively combines the plot of 8-Man After, Tetsuo II and countless anime about fighting with real ultimate power and friendship. It also could say countless things about the fact that this is an American who transforms into a super-fast metal monster once his son is stolen by a Japanese male. But maybe that’s just us.

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September 1, 2010 at 3:55 pm