Showing posts with label Film. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Film. Show all posts

Monday, April 23, 2018

PLAYLIST: Fear and Loathing in Milwaukee (04/20/18)

Here's the playlist for a special audio/visual mix made to accompany WMSE's Friday Night Freak Show screening of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, lovingly crafted by Milwaukee multimedia artist Sam LaStrapes and Mondo Radio. You can download or stream the piece here, and if you dig it, be sure to find Mondo Radio on Facebook, Tumblr and Twitter!

Artist - Song - Album
Elvis Presley - Viva Las Vegas - Elvis: Viva Las Vegas
Gram Parsons - Las Vegas - Grievous Angel
Buffalo Springfield - Burned - Buffalo Springfield
The Byrds - Medley: Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season)/Mr. Tambourine Man/Eight Miles High (Live) - Live At The Fillmore, February 1969
Bob Dylan With The Band - Highway 61 Revisited (Live, Isle Of Wight, 1969) - The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait (1969-1971)
Brewer And Shipley - All Along The Watchtower - Weeds
Norman Greenbaum - Spirit In The Sky - Spirit In The Sky: The Best Of Norman Greenbaum
Grateful Dead - New Speedway Boogie (Alternate Mix) - Workingman's Dead
Jefferson Airplane - 3/5 Of A Mile In 10 Seconds (Live At Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA) - The Roar Of Jefferson Airplane
George Benson - White Rabbit - Anthology
Oakenfold Feat. Hunter S. Thompson - Nixon's Spirit - Bunkka
Tomoyasu Hotei And Ray Cooper - A Drug Score - Part 3 (Flashbacks) - Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas (Music From The Motion Picture)

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

CONCERT REVIEW: John Carpenter (The Pabst Theatre, Milwaukee)

Legendary genre director John Carpenter makes his Milwaukee debut as a touring musician, much to the delight of his extremely passionate, soundtrack-loving fans.

Read my full review here.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

FILM REVIEW: The Dicks from Texas


When it comes to documentaries, a fascinating subject can often compensate for a lack of style or technique, and that goes double for music docs. It's a category built on outsized personalities, archival footage and killer soundtracks, all of which can go a long way toward covering up the cracks in an otherwise clumsily made film. And since the viewer is there for the musical content as much as the craft, if not more so, a bad movie about a good band can still be worth watching in a lot of ways, and that's certainly the case with The Dicks from Texas, just released on DVD courtesy of MVD Entertainment.

If having a good subject is half the battle, the film certainly has that aspect covered. Though one of the most interesting early purveyors or American hardcore, the Dicks have long been criminally under-examined in the seemingly endless march of punk-era chronicles. That's probably because the Austin provocateurs' unusual music set them apart from the wider scene almost as much as geography did. A roiling mix of seething anti-authoritarian politics, blunt LGBT themes and profane gallows humor, all bubbling up through an unhinged, beer-and-blues-drenched din that is at once smart and as subtle as a fist, it was menacingly alien compared to the taut sounds of Los Angeles or DC.

Featuring plenty of interviews with the original members, as well as punk-doc regulars like Ian MacKaye and Henry Rollins, the film does a decent job of recounting their tumultuous, short-lived anti-career, their lives thereafter and, of course, the inevitable reunion shows. Unfortunately though, while it boasts just enough interesting stories and vintage footage to keep you involved, the low-budget film, directed and produced by Cindy Marabito, is also rather amateurishly shot and put together, full of grainy, poorly lit talking heads and student film-style editing. As such, It's hardly the documentary the Dicks deserve, but ultimately the band itself is engaging enough to distract you from the film's many flaws.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

FILM REVIEW: The Color of Noise


From the outside, it often seems as if running a successful independent record label is an exercise in navigating contradictory impulses. You certainly don't want everything you release to sound the same but you need to establish a cohesive identity, you need to take risks to stand out but you also need a good head on your shoulders and so on and so forth. It's a schizophrenic mix of art and commerce, a tightrope act that Tom Hazelmyer pulled off with a certain dangerous flair during his time as czar of the sprawling noise-rock empire Amphetamine Reptile Records. That's probably because Hazelmyer himself is a bit of a split personality, a Midwestern punk kid turned US Marine whose outrageous story is brought loudly to life in the entertaining new documentary The Color of Noise.

While the film functions as a thorough chronicle of the talent Amphetamine Reptile managed to recruit, a roster that at one time or another included the Melvins, Mudhoney, Helios Creed and Cosmic Psychos in addition to a host of others, the focus here is on the man behind it all. As ambitious as he is uncompromising, Hazelmyer originally founded the label in 1986 as a vehicle for his own band, Halo of Flies, but quickly transformed it into an alternative powerhouse, largely thanks to his tireless work ethic and uncanny ability to form connections with like-minded weirdos from around the world. And with over 50 interviews, plenty of those weirdos, from musicians to visual artists to record store employees, are on hand to recount their often unpredictable interactions with AmRep's prickly but lovable leader.

At two hours, The Color of Noise might go into a little too much detail concerning the imprint's ups and downs, but with so much archival footage, particularly from label staples like Unsane and Helmet, it rarely feels long. It's also lent an unexpected third act by the fact that this look at his life nearly coincided with its end, since Hazelmyer fell into a meningitis-induced coma during production, remaining unconscious for nearly a month. His miraculous recovery, during which he discovered a new passion for printmaking, brings some poignancy to the film but, true to its subject, it never veers into sentimentality. Instead it embraces Hazelmyer's rough edges, showing him to be simultaneously a loyal friend and an unapologetic asshole, both traits which have served him well in his chosen field.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

ALBUM REVIEW: Film - Eclipse


While it still retains an air of futurism after all these years, there's nevertheless a strong element of nostalgia in electronic music, be it in the form of vintage synthesizer fetishism or retro styles that seem to get resuscitated every so often. There's nothing wrong with that really, there's room enough for throwbacks in such an eclectic genre, but it only has merit when it goes beyond mimicry and actually recontextualizes its inspirations for a new era, something Eclipse, the 80s-inflected new album from Greek trio Film, manages rather well.

Recalling the cinematic side of Giorgio Moroder or Vangelis, Eclipse, out now on the reliable Inner Ear Records (by way of Rough Trade Distribution), compresses those dramatic arpeggios and sweeping synth textures into concise doses of dark, bouncy pop. The Athens-based group, who've been largely inactive since 2009's well-received Persona, makes no bones about their fondness for the days of analog and generally approaches the whole project with a sense of fun, which adds extra charm to standout cuts such as the urgent "Produkt" or the dreamily wistful title track.

Film puts a sufficiently modern spin on things though, preventing Eclipse from feeling like little more than a collection of winking reference points, but, as enjoyable as the release is, the main flaw is that its soundtrack-esque aesthetic makes it a bit forgettable. Yet, while it doesn't leave much of an impact, Eclipse is a pleasant listen right on through to the delicate closer "Waltz (Telescope)" and is more than deserving of a few spins, even if it's not the most forward-thinking or original example of electronic music out there.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

FEATURE: The Best Norwegian Horror Movie Ever (Maybe): Lake of the Dead

Nowadays it's not at all uncommon to come across a new horror movie from Norway, but for decades that wasn't the case, making 1958's Lake of the Dead a rare gem.


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

FEATURE: Not from Where You Think: Ninos Du Brasil

Despite hailing from halfway around the world, eclectic percussion duo Ninos Du Brasil enthusiastically embrace the exciting batucada sound of their conceptual homeland. 


Thursday, August 14, 2014

FEATURE: Smash!: H.B. Halicki's Junkman

Moviegoers love a luridly shot car crash, so much so that director H.B. Halicki was able to build a successful career based solely on cinematic automotive destruction.


Wednesday, June 18, 2014

FEATURE: The Largest Life in Hollywood: John Huston

Through his celebrated, eclectic career, John Huston left behind an unimpeachable legacy, but it was his infamous off-screen antics that made him a Hollywood legend.


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

FEATURE: Second-Hand Giallo: Amer

There's no denying that the gorgeous, giallo-derived imagery of 2009's Amer is a pleasure to watch, but ultimately the film has little to offer beyond its good looks.

Read the full piece here.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

FEATURE: Satire Isn't Always Smart: Prime Time

It's tempting to say the 1977 television send-up Prime Time was shelved by Warner Brothers for being too uncompromising but, in reality, it's simply an absurd disaster.

Read the full piece here.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

FEATURE: Not the One You're Thinking of: Dark Side of the Moon (The Movie)

Somewhat surprisingly, 1990's The Dark Side of the Moon has absolutely nothing to do with Pink Floyd's iconic album and everything to do with Satan (yes, that Satan).  


Thursday, February 20, 2014

FEATURE: A Minor Hero of a Big Thai Poem: Sudsakorn

A relative bit player in the sprawling Thai literature staple Phra Aphai Mani captures the imagination of generations of filmmakers, with decidedly mixed results.


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

FEATURE: Woody Allen Moves Toward the Serious: Love and Death

Woody Allen envisioned 1975's Love and Death as a simple and fun stopgap project, but the production quickly turned into a costly, frustrating mess. In the long run though, the difficult experience pushed Allen's career toward bigger and better things.

Read the full piece here.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

FILM REVIEW: Medora


Like many American small towns, Medora, Indiana was hard hit by the recent economic downturn, which was in itself but a cruel exclamation point to decades of dwindling manufacturing jobs. Once the town boasted two big employers, a brick plant and an auto parts factory, that provided well-paying positions for a booming middle class, but with them out of business, Medora's population has dropped sharply, as have incomes and property values. Mirroring the town's seemingly unwinnable battle against changing economic forces is the plight of the local high school basketball team, the Medora Hornets, formerly one of the most competitive in the area, now a ragtag squad of underprivileged kids locked in a seemingly unbreakable losing streak.

Following the lives of these teenage athletes as they struggle to turn things around is the engrossing new documentary Medora, directed by Davy Rothbart, longtime publisher of Found Magazine, and Andrew Cohn. As hard as the team practices however, the deck is stacked against them, not only because their opponents come from incorporated high schools with more students and bigger budgets, but because the problems of a community caught in the grip of poverty, from alcoholic and absentee parents to run-ins with the law, provide a constant distraction, and compound the apparent hopelessness of their demoralizing cycle of defeat. Nobody in town is hoping for a Hoosiers-style championship run, just one much-needed win, no matter how symbolic. 

In a variety of ways, Rothbart and Cohn's film, which was produced in part by Steve Buscemi and Stanley Tucci, recalls 1994's Hoop Dreams, only inverted (and not as good, though it's probably unfair to compare it to a bona fide documentary masterpiece). While Medora takes place in a rural, predominantly white setting, not the slums of inner-city Chicago, and profiles perpetual losers instead of talented players with an embattled shot at pro-ball stardom, the issues that motivate them are very much the same. Both are about America failing its marginalized youth, consigning them to crumbling housing, substance abuse and a failing educational system, and how lessons learned on the court can help undo some of that damage. 

Filmed over the course of two years, Medora is revealing but compassionate when it comes to its adolescent subjects, none of whom have had any easy go of it, grappling with learning disabilities, homelessness and other adversity, and is effective at drawing you into rooting for these epic underdogs, but feels somewhat short on drama considering the competition and precarious situations involved. Yet, while it's not as gripping as it maybe could be, there's a wistful, earnest sense of melancholy pervading every lingering shot of dilapidated buildings, every desperate locker room pep talk and even the nail-biting finale, that proves subtly, quietly affective, largely because, in the end, a Hornet's victory isn't the game-changer Medora really needs.

FEATURE: Another Kind of Adaptation: A Boy and His Dog

L.Q. Jones' 1975 adaptation of Harlan Ellison's twisted short story "A Boy and His Dog" introduced the author's pair of post-apocalyptic wanderers to a whole new audience, but also had the unforeseen effect of keeping readers from seeing more of them.

Read the full piece here.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

ALBUM REVIEW: Calibro 35 - Traditori Di Tutti


When Italian record producer Tommaso Colliva invited a handful of musicians into his studio to pay tribute to some of his favorite Italian crime film soundtracks, it was only meant to be a one-off side project, a self-contained expression of admiration to the beguiling funk and jazz that throbbed behind the non-stop action of the colorful poliziotteschi and giallo b-movies prominent in the 1970s and 80s, but the sessions, which resulted in their 2008 self-titled debut, were too fun to give up on. They've since traded in covers for their own compositions and released a handful of albums, but as their new full-length, Traditori Di Tutti, proves, that original cinematic-throwback appeal is still very much intact. 

Beginning with the ominous "Prologue", a moody guitar and organ workout, the album charges through 12 tracks of sinewy rock, funk and jazz, which by and large capture that somewhat indefinable soundtrack music feel so well that you can practically see the nonexistent film unfolding in your mind's eye. There are a few missteps here and there, like the clunky "Stainless Steel", which sounds uncomfortably like Rage Against the Machine attempting to invoke the Kashmere Stage Band, but for the most part it's a credible translation of influences like Ennio Morricone, Goblin and others into an accessible modern pop format. It doesn't live up to those greats, but thankfully it doesn't feel like they're trying to. 

There's of course an air of conceptual cheesiness to Traditori  Di Tutti, which takes its name from a mystery novel by lauded Italian crime writer Giorgio Scerbanenco, yet between tracks like the wah-wah drenched "You Filthy Bastards!" and the swinging, orgasmic "The Butcher's Bride", it's the perfect thing to throw on should you find yourself in a protracted car chase or need to kill a vampire in a particularly funky manner, though it's also fit for a dull morning commute or sitting around playing video games. By this point, it should be obvious that Calibro 35 is extremely derivative, unabashedly so, but while it's admittedly nothing new, Traditori Di Tutti remains a charming exploitation homage.

Friday, October 25, 2013

FILM REVIEW: She Said Boom: The Story of Fifth Column


It's always a treat when an obscure but important band gets the feature-length music doc treatment instead of some overexposed, already-iconic rock star, and Toronto post-punk outfit Fifth Column certainly fit the bill as underappreciated trailblazers, having had a huge impact on the direction of queercore, riot grrrl and other scenes, only to end up more or less overlooked. Giving them some welcome big-screen recognition is Kevin Hegge's entertaining documentary portrait, She Said Boom: The Story of Fifth Column, which makes a compelling case for why their music needs more reevaluation and attention, even if the film itself could stand to dig a little bit deeper.

Formed at the dawn of the 1980s, the arty, all-female Fifth Column, along with a loose collective of like-minded musicians, experimental filmmakers and zine publishers, took its inspiration from their utter alienation from mainstream culture, especially its strict sexual norms and the sense of endless conflict it fostered; even their name comes from military terminology for a group of agents who secretively destabilize an entrenched regime. Hegge does a good job of coherently unpacking their many complaints with their patriarchal North American surroundings, as well as the battles between band members themselves, whose dramatic quarrels over differing artistic visions actually proved good for their creativity.

The soundtrack is what really sells She Said Boom, but the documentary is visually engaging as well, kinetically splicing together live footage, clips from film projects and original interviews, memorably with founding member G.B. Jones and director Bruce La Bruce, a frequent collaborator. The film does have flaws, mainly a distinct lack of context, particularly surrounding their time with K Records and their place in the broader 1980s underground, which makes it seem deceptively as if the band's adventures were unfolding in a bubble, and at a mere 64 minutes, there's certainly room for more background. Still, while not that thorough, it's an enticing introduction

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

FEATURE: It's Not Just You, Balinese Witches Are Crazy: Mystics in Bali

In the West, the Indonesian occult is a pretty exotic, esoteric topic, but, thankfully, no prior knowledge of Southeast Asian witchcraft is required to enjoy Mystics in Bali, the blood-soaked 1981 cult classic from exploitation filmmaker H. Tjut Djalil.

Read the full piece here.

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