March 27th, 2013 § Leave a Comment
I already have the wild/farm-raised salmon debate with the girlfriend every once in a while (I’m for either, farm-raised means sustainable), but now I got to feel guilty about tuna too?
“Sushi: The Global Catch,” the first world premiere I helped orchestrate for SIFF, starts off with a loving and glowing reverence for Tokyo’s fish market and its premier sushi grandmasters. Eventually we get around the world’s growing obsession with sushi, with China on the precipice of becoming the world’s next largest demander of fish. The film immediately segues into its activist heart: save the bluefin tuna!
Knowing that overfishing in general was happening, I did not know the specific plight of one of the oceans most important members of the food chain. I am myself a loud and vehement defender against killing the ocean’s sharks (I tried a shark fin dumpling once and still feel guilty about it), and now I have one more fish I have to lump into my plaintiffs. Actually, I kind of wish there was a straightforward oceanic court of law that I could argue against killing off the ocean’s largest creatures and we’d have done with it once and for all. I would of course be bringing a class action lawsuit against the world on behalf of giant octopus, whales, dolphins, et al.
Anyway, I love sushi but if bluefin tuna is the main thing I’ll have to cut I think I’ll survive. As long as tuna is doing ok in general that is, as I prefer ahi and yellowtail for my sushi and sashimi over regular tuna (which I assume is bluefin the way this documentary goes on).
And for the love of god, while we’re at it, please convince my girlfriend to leave tako alone!
—sushi, moshi moshi, dan
March 24th, 2013 § Leave a Comment
We’re on the precipice of the end. All good things must come to an end; if not, how would you ever know how good you had it? And I’ve got to say, it’s been pretty good.
Two more Bonds this week, both coming from the golden dawn of the blockbuster. Do you really think it a coincidence that new, fan-favorite villain Jaws arrives two years after the highest grossing summer film of 1975? And that two years later Bond goes to space in order to one-up the next highest grossing film of 1977? This is perfect film spectacle in a race to the top, and Bond is squared off against beautiful spies, a physically superior villain, and great set pieces. I liked the Connery Bond, but you can perfectly see in these two films how Bond was set up with nowhere else to go but an action hero scramble to the top. Brosnan’s dive for the plane at the beginning of “GoldenEye” is directly prophesied by Moore physically wrestling a parachute off a man in free fall out of a plane. Yeah, the bar was raised here.
At first I didn’t think I liked the Moore Bond, his quips started off a bit shaky in “The Spy Who Loved Me.” There were some good action scenes, but he seemed a little less suave and physically capable. In “Moonraker” nearly every one-liner had me laughing out loud and continued to surprise and delight me throughout, though you really do enjoy it more after seeing “The Spy Who Loved Me,” if only for the building of the character Jaws which has big payoffs in the next film.
You still have time to catch them both today! Albeit with “Moonraker” first, but hopefully you made prudent use of your Friday/Saturday and are set up for a fabulous matinee.
Was it good for you?
—Moore Bond, Roger that, dan
March 20th, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Coming at you better late than never. OHMSS, almost scientific, that. If you don’t get that, don’t bother. It’s not that funny.
What a unique treat this film is. Lazenby is a delight of a Bond, and why he only got one film I don’t know. He brought more humanity and kinetic physicality to the role than Connery did, IMHO and others with whom I have conversed. However, perhaps a too emotional and sensitive Bond for some (my girlfriend). Yes, there is wedding bells, but its Diana Goddman Rigg, so can you blame Bond for that one? It’s nice to have a Bond girl who can really carry her own in this film, with action and wit.
Yes, this is a very long Bond film, and almost seems at times to go out of its way to lose its energy and momentum. But in contrast to such Bond films as the previous entry, “You Only Live Twice,” the action sequences are better choreographed and, as they are not as frequent, they stand alone as more brilliant set pieces. While a bit more serious and capery, the film is not without its winking comedy and one-liners. At the end of the cold open, Lazenby looks straight at the camera and says “this never happened to the other guy.”
The opening credits then roll with a montage of events from the previous Bond films. This is a series that knows where it came from when it makes a departure. The villain, whom we’ve seen before, is also played by a new actor. The film both acknowledges its previous continuity yet completely eschews it (apart from recurring characters “M.” “Q” and Moneypenny). It’s a fascinating film in that regard in that in still works so well. The Bond series is not the first or only to change actors and keep going, but it is the longest running and most numerous. As this film is the first to do so (if you don’t count non-canon and seriously un-funny “Casino Royale,” which I don’t), Bond fans should not miss this undersung film and praise it for allowing the series to continue and not fall flat on its face. This is before the time of rebooting franchises left and right! Remember those days? Sequel or nothing!
Here’s looking forward to some Moore Bond. Ha.
—Australia, give us more hunky heroes, dan
March 15th, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Well I watched “Goldfinger,” but I didn’t have the chance to blog about it. It was a fun film, with a visible villain and higher stakes. Less Hitchcock and more superspy.
By “You Only Live Twice” Bond is in full-form and full-swing. Nifty gadgets are setup only to be used in the very next scene. Scenes get written into the movie purely for Bond to make spectacular escapes. This film has action sequences and undercover disguises in spades. Connery even turns into a barely passable Japanese man (really not passable at all, no faking that exquisitely lined face)!
And later here in the 60s we’re in full camp mode: Japan’s secret service is composed of ninjas and our mysterious, cat-stroking evil mastermind tosses those who earn his irk into a bubbling green pond (piranhas!). And the movie possesses moments of laugh-out-loud sexism! “In Japan, men always come first, women come second.” Bond’s reply? “I may just return to here.” Not even a smoothly worded sentence! Come on James…
I feel a lot of exclamation points are creeping into this blog, but this third Bond film in our series is a lot bigger and the film feels a lot more, well, exclamatory. I mean, Flash Gordon rocket ships and secret volcano bases! We’ll see how/if “On Her Majesty’s Secret Service” tops this one. No Connery though, so we’ll see.
—Bond but not forgotten, dan
March 9th, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Coming at you biweekly for the next little bit, just like our friend Mr. Bond.
First up in our three-week-six-movie-Bondanza is a little old movie called “From Russia With Love,” Bond film #2 and directly in line before our next film, Bond film #3 “Goldfinger.”
“From Russia” is a pretty straight played spy film, with a slice of noiresque thriller a la “The Lady Vanishes.” That mostly because the last third of the movie or so takes place on a train and there are mysterious figures lurking about. If you haven’t dipped into the old school, classic Bond, don’t expect the highly polished, near supernatural action star abilities of the Brosnan Bond or the psychologically developed and emotionally viable Craig Bond, this is straight playboy Bond by the coolest Connery imaginable.
And speaking of playboy Bond, that’s one aspect that has never wavered. Daniela Bianchi is a smoking hot blonde, again making me think of Hitchcock with a Novak or Hedren or Leigh. I don’t much go in for Bond girls in the last couple of decades, so these oldies are just what I need.
Check back soon and I’ll recommend “Goldfinger,” you bet your bottom dollar.
Oh, and that Hitchcock stuff. “North by Northwest.” Yeah. This film owes a lot.
—Blonde for Bond, dan
March 1st, 2013 § Leave a Comment
My father knows who Ginger Baker is, he saw Cream perform back in the day.
“Hey dad, I’m watching a documentary about Ginger Baker we’re showing at the GI.”
“Ah, when he played the White Room he set up two bass drums and two pedals.”
So yeah, I guess he was pretty influential. Double kicking bass before metal existed. Jazz and world beat influenced. Ginger Baker plays a mean kit.
I dabbled with drums back in the day, had my own Pearl kit with Zildjian cymbals. Matching hardware. Man, I miss those guys, but I was never really that good. I could play The Strokes, The White Stripes, Arcade Fire (basically everything that was big in 2004 had fairly simple drum parts), but no way Jose could I have played any of that Creamy drum goodness (which was a shame, because my friend Peter could play guitar Clapton style).
You don’t want to hear about my brief flirtation with drums, sold off for space reasons post college (like my dignity, thanks financial collapse). This documentary is yet another music documentary at the Grand Illusion, but Ginger Baker is such a powerful personality and has had such a tumultuous career that the drama of his life is worth the price of admission alone. The superlative drumming pretty much comes second.
Comes second but not by much.
—I love me some gingers, though this Ginger is tough to love, dan