Starfish (2018) Film Thoughts

There have been many times in recent years where a friend sees a piece of work, only to point it in my direction because of their impressions of my personal tastes. It’s one of those occasionally bumpy phenomenons where your expressions of interest engrave themselves upon others. It’s a fascinating opportunity for us to better understand the ways we perceive one another. So when an old pal recommended rookie filmmaker, A.T. White’s wildly original STARFISH, I went in with a combination of warmth, and trepidation. And now that I’ve come to the other side of the piece, it can readily be said that I’m happily still processing White’s singular accomplishment here. STARFISH, is a stirringly gorgeous and often confounding voyage through some truly personal wreckage. Like the terrific indie music that wallpapers the film, it is a colorful and strange analog exploration through some clearly difficult human vulnerability.

In the wake of the loss of her closest friend, Aubrey(Virginia Gardner of The Runaways) walks away from a post-funeral gathering, only to walk across her small Colorado-esque community where she breaks into said friend’s apartment where she decides to stay. That is until come morning, she awakens to see her entire mountain town covered in snow, bereft of humans, surrounded by deadly creatures all while seeking ways to stay alive on her own. As for what happened since she slept, the best clues she gets comes in the form of a radio transmission where a male voice informs her of a signal that caused the planet to snow over, ushering in these vicious looking beasts stalking the streets. Following enough clues seemingly left behind by her deceased friend, Grace who seemingly left personal messages for Aubrey via a cassette tape labeled, “THIS MIXTAPE WILL SAVE THE WORLD”, comes to the realization that by seeking out seven separate recordings, a completed signal could be amplified, thereby hopefully reversing this apocalypse. That is, if her feelings are correct.

And the further we explore Aubrey’s endlessly isolated journey, we are granted clues that this film is in no real way any science fiction horror film, but rather a hallucinatory vision of disassociation. Everything we are witnessing from the film’s fetishistic love for analog and pre-digital tech to the IT FOLLOWS-esque erasing of particular time period, helps paint White’s vision as purely internal space. Aubrey’s story seems to have stemmed from the kind of very real place that most films tend to merely simulate, which is what makes STARFISH such an unusual clear translation from script to screen. The indie cinema of today, is often the mid-tier programming of the large studio past. And yet this never feels less than millimeters from someone’s truth. Which is further punctuated by the use of numerous experimental effects, editing, music tinkering, and even animation (by Tezuka Pro no less!)

And even as Aubrey’s truth that she vehemently attempts to avoid on her adventure, it is via the handful of short exchanges she has with either herself, the voice on the other end of the radio, or her friend’s pet turtle, this is where her fight to continue avoiding the world or rejoin unfolds in ways unexpected, and refuses to hand over revelations in easy to grasp bites. As personal as the film is set up, it is equally so come the striking denouement where her mission may or may not have doomed everyone. It’s a pretty bold way to climax such an effects heavy piece that impresses me the longer I think about it.

And despite all the incredible audio visual on display here, the real special effect here is in the performance of Gardner, who gives Aubrey a quiet richness that delivers what it is to never properly say goodbye, or to right past wrongs. And since the film is largely dialogue free, it all has to be done with her eyes which must have been a welcome challenge. Even as she opts to finally leave the confines of the apartment and into the dangerous, snowy streets, her mission to recollect herself by way of shared memories is conveyed with significant weight. The movie lives or dies with a role like this, and she comes out the other end leaving a startling impression.

And cheers to White and his crew for giving us a film that successfully gives us a sense of place with every stop Aubrey makes. There is a dedication to the tactile that is consistently potent throughout that supports the larger concepts of memory, guilt, and grief. Everything on screen feels like we’ve touched these places and objects before. As psychological as this space is, these are real feelings, and we’re being invited to share in them. If anything, we are made witness to cinematic voices we are guaranteed to see again. And I for one am thrilled at the prospect.

The Lingering Promise Of Carole & Tuesday

At last, completed Motonobu Hori & Shinichiro Watanabe's musical anime series, Carole & Tuesday, and truly enjoyed most of it. Particularly its world, characters, and overall lighthearted tone regarding the role of the artist, even in the colonized space of Cowboy Bebop. The show's greatest strengths being its appealing leads, and the often incredible soundtrack spinning a tale of a pair of starcrossed musicians who create a unique analog musical bond in a world where pop music tends to be enhanced via technological means. It isn’t hard to see where this affection for popular music through the ages sits within the heart of Watanabe, who’s classic 1998 series was nothing if not in itself a gargantuan solar system spanning poem regarding art’s influence upon our often ephemeral relationships with one another.

Where the show does stumble, is of course toward the final stretch with too many overbearing plot threads introduced far too late, and a finale that feels far too pat for the show's length. In truncating the end, the show never figures out how to properly address some awkwardly inserted timely elements, taking the teeth out of what could have been an emotionally powerful closing. Come episode 21, it had become alarmingly clear that every subplot that had been introduced in the wake of C & T’s overnight success, was about to get the compression treatment, and it wasn’t more evident than in the pacing of their musical rival, the talented and feisty Angela. A choice that only further hurts the more political themes the show was bravely hewing close to as the story pits artists versus the changing, and often manipulated sentiment of a public on the brink of an anti-immigrant platform on the coming election. An election that features a candidate closely related to a member of our duo.

Another reminder of the importance of knowing that your producers have your back to make good on these themes before, and during production. Because from the looks of how the show plays out, it seems like something happened resulting in a season shortened from the classic 26 episode order to 24. What we get, is a sorely missed opportunity for anime to spin a potent allegory for the current moment, and more a sweet-intentioned , and occasionally rousing ode to music set amidst a compelling sci-fi backdrop.

Still, I would have loved to have followed these characters through more adventures, making new friends and allies between planets alike. They are a charming, cheerworthy pair that the show almost forgets to explore further. In a way, C & T, for all their charms fall into the background as the meaty complications around them begin to pile up. Their spirit and music shine for sure, but we really deserved that beautiful seven minute miracle, and everything it purportedly changed.

But in order for that to happen, we probably needed those last two episodes.

The Long & Short of It

New Graftedpunch Playlist: 攻殻機動隊 - Legacy

Just this morning, I stumbled upon Spotify doing something unexpected.

In celebration of the release of Ghost In The Shell: SAC_2045, they have added most of Yoko Kanno’s absolutely classic soundtracks for the original Stand Alone Complex TV series and feature. So I went ahead and compiled a number of favorites from over the years, as well as the two themes from the new series that is now playing on Netflix!

Originally serialized in 1989 through Kodansha Comics, the multimedia cyberpunk franchise, Ghost In The Shell, continues to fascinate and enthrall fans the world over. A mix celebrating several incarnations to date, particularly the work of one Yoko Kanno & her incredible crew of artists.

Enjoy!

Flattening The Curve PRESENTS: Ghost In The Shell SAC_2045

Now, as some friends have known that after completing the impressively mounted-if overlong fantasy prequel, The Dark Crystal: Age Of Resistance, the goal for me was to cut off the Netflix behemonth completely, as the service had become less and less a home for interesting cinema, and more a receptacle for mid-level long form stories with an often samey visual sheen. And despite my best efforts to cut that cord for myself, since friends and loved ones continue to subscribe, the months long announcement that my personal favorite anime and manga franchise would indeed be returning in a twelve episode event, well the current Stay At Home situation, felt like a stage was set for a brief return. Original Ghost In The Shell Stand Alone Complex television series director and his team collaborating with mecha design legend, and prolific mocap CG fest director, Shinji Aramaki stoked me with both curiosity and nervousness. It’s a high wire risk that could surely sink a series beloved for its unusual levels of visual grit. So my coming back to the streaming service could be seen as a morbid move, especially sporting more youthful designs via longtime Behance and DeviantArt icon-turned character designer, Ilya Kuvshinov. This unique combination of elements reeked of risk for a multimedia franchise that has seen a number of them over the last decade.

Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, Ghost In The Shell SAC_2045 is at best an interesting experiment featuring the further adventures of the Japan’s once legendary/notorious anti-cybercrime unit, Public Security Section 9; a team of heavily augmented and skilled agents tasked with the detective and military prowess to save the nation numerous times over, led by the fully prosthetic, Motoko Kusanagi, whom the team has long dubbed, The Major. Where the risks emerge on the story front, is in the opening crawl which describes the world falling into chaos mere years after the events of the 2006 SAC film, Solid State Society. Everything from governments collapsing, creating what is known as Sustainable War, or rather a global scavenger campaign for whatever remains as economies have all but completely dissolved. Our once very busy heroes, now unmoored by government oversight, is working overseas as a group of mercenaries, taking on patches of raiders throughout the Americas. Currently, their trip to my childhood background of PALM SPRINGS (jarring) pits them against teams of amateurs claiming to be fighting malevolent one-percenters. It is in these first five minutes that despite the sunny, clear skied backdrop reminiscent of Aramaki’s APPLESEED films, that my worry collided with a genuine curiosity at the series’ dramatic break from SAC’s twilight landscape often complimented by hard greys, and intense LEDs. It’d almost seem like a poor fit if this scenario didn’t feel like an inevitable consequence of the previous installments’ overload of unmanaged interconnectedness. It’s all been blown to hell, and Section 9 is still out there torn between attempting to pick up the pieces, and simple nostalgia for the wartime life.

While the team finds itself stalled in a barricaded part of the city, former member and still the mostly human detective, Togusa in Japan receives a call from the still kicking and now working for the Minister of the Interior, Daisuke Aramaki, who’s work with a new and very caucasian prime minister, seeks to locate and get the old band back together in the name of a new potential alliance with the American Empire. Togusa, since last we saw him is now divorced, the casualty of his workaholic ways as he attempts to find out what has happened to his former colleagues. All of this while The Major, Batou, Saito, and newly joined member, the appropriately named, Standard find themselves tumbling into a plot involving PMCs, fabled “good one percenters”, and a suited man in dark shades that feels like a far too late nod to Aramaki’s past. I say Aramaki’s past, and not the Wachowskis since this shady man-in-black character is much closer to the shadowy B.D. of Megazone 23 than to a certain Agent Smith., so it’s more of a cycle back..to the beginni- YEAH YOU GET IT.

And this is pretty much the deal throughout this initial season. I say initial since the ink has dried on a planned two-parter, with Aramaki taking over fully next time. Which still leaves me mildly nervous. Saying this as a longtime fan who is more than happy with the material that has come before. Particularly prior to Kazuchika Kise’s ARISE, which felt like a muddled overture to a mainstream viewership. SAC_2045, feels more authentic to the classic Stand Alone Complex experience, while wearing this occasionally awkward outfit that makes every character not a think tank doll-like and lifeless. Oh, and did we mention the return of the irrepressible, and hopelessly cool tachikomas? The cute cadre of badass tanks make a splash here as the medium change suits them perfectly, which was probably one of the biggest reasons for the transition. It’s just too bad they don’t really find much to do here except provide backup and comic relief from time to time.

A lot of SAC_2045, finds itself so mired in plot mechanics that it often neglects the more personal sides to our heroes, making this a more detached affair than is usual for the franchise. And even as the GiTS world is suddenly paying off almost two decades of story implying that human evolution has taken a dramatic turn, which is causing the strife at the center of things, the new series has a hard time pausing long enough to let us take it in. Perhaps where the Aramaki stuff hinders matters. His action is fantastic, but a huge part of what made the original Stand Alone Complex and 2nd Gig so powerful to me, was its ability to humanize the stakes of such technological advancement. Where upon the original manga by the one and only Masamune Shirow, presented a world that was at once overwhelming to the point of humorous, the Oshii helmed feature films rendered the world haunted and contemplative, while SAC television series fashioned the mythological landscape into one that is at once enthralling, thought-provoking, and ultimately wholly relatable.

With SAC_2045, the best we get is an action gamer’s playground version, which might work better as a one-off feature. But like most Netflix projects, continuously threatens to wear itself thin. so while it isn’t ARISE levels of flat, there is a lack of humanity on display that renders this incarnation a little lacking. And as giddy as I am to hear the old voice cast from the best incarnations back in fighting shape, the mask only leaves me longing for something more literate and thoughtful.

And as a finale note, while I still lament the loss of one Yoko Kanno as music composer powerhouse, the current Soundtrack via Nobuko Toda, is pretty engaging and is as musically diverse. Again, the problem being that the direction here despite the return of master scribes like Kamiyama and Dai Sato, there is a decided lack of depth to the proceedings, which is ironic considering the whole affair is attempting a three-dimensional approach. Again, as an experiment it’s an occasionally fun diversion, albeit a wildly unnecessary one.

It really is summer isn’t it?

Blockbuster it up, I guess.

And yes, despite all this I prefer it to the 2017 Hollywood film.

Lastly; If Purin Ezaki is what the future of Koukaku Kidotai holds, check please. .

Flattening The Curve PRESENTS: Starstruck (1982)

Yes, you know why we are all here. And why I’m doing this. Turns out we require a functioning government in order to keep the public safe from potential disaster. And since we currently don’t have one of those, the days ahead will be rife with long-neglected viewings covering a broad spectrum of backed up material.

Some great, others bizarre beyond belief.

Welcome to the Quarantine..

Speaking of hard lefts, let’s get into something incredibly long in the putting off. A film that has been so neglected, that a part of me wonders if it was just me assuming that this was some kind of well-earned austrailan musical detritus—A thought that should send me bolting toward the corner of shame because if I had seen Gillian Armstrong’s unexpected follow-up to My Brilliant Career, i’d have long known this to be a painfully underseen and under appreciated time capsule. Looking into the US release history, and all I can see here is injustice as STARSTRUCK, ranks among the more charming post-Rocky Horror musicals wrapped in quirk ever made.

Now, the story shape is a familiar one to those who grew up on sitcoms; a working class kid with a unique voice and big dreams makes it to the big time only to realize what made their work so special was their low-rent, no frills nature. The film features Jo Kennedy who’s local appearances in local rock clubs have gathered some momentum despite her pub-running family’s antipathy toward her art. With the backing of her sweet-natured, and energetic teen cousin, Angus (Ross O’ Donovan) who happens to write her songs, they scheme to gain the attention of a beloved Sydney pop music show host in hopes of making it into the big time. Armstrong, again not the kind of filmmaker one imagines working well with such a particular format, gives it an earnest shot that in its own way, feels so much like the cultural record scratch Kennedy’s Jackie Mullen exudes.

And what we get, is a colorful, and delightfully odd snippet of Sydney life in the early 1980s.

A great deal of STARSTRUCK’s juice ultimately comes from the super easy chemistry between Kennedy and O’Donovan, who ricochet off each other like comedy naturals. Couple this with a spirited go at making a musical at the dawn of MTV, with several genuinely fun songs, one of which made the Top Five in Australia upon release (Written by Split Enz’s Tim Flynn, no less!) And even when it is occasionally clear Armstrong, isn’t as adept at composing a more cinematic musical experience, she more than makes up for it by way of sheer chutzpah.

Oh, and there’s a tightrope walking scene here that must be seen to be believed.

It’s not out to reinvent the combustion engine, let alone the superball, but it certainly chugs and bounces where it should making STARSTRUCK something of a buried treasure for those eager to see more from the dawn of the early 80s aussie film boom.

Yeah. I put this off waaaaay too long.

Just Because We Are Indoors..

Is no reason not to express body movement, freedom or emotion!

A first wandercreature dance mix made especially for you all.

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Self-Quaratining Shaun

Shaun, knows far better than to bolt for Liz’s place.

Or The Winchester..

PERFECT.

INCEPTION: Ten Years Later

It’s so incredibly hard to grasp just how rapidly time blows by.

For me, it feels like less than five when Christopher Nolan, took the financial and critical success from his second Batman feature to ostensibly concoct his own megabudget Fellini film. I vividly remember the overcast July morning when my roomie and I ventured out to the Edwards Long Beach for our first viewing. More than merely a fun new take on the heist picture, INCEPTiON is very much Nolan’s love letter to both his wife (Producer, Emma Thomas), and cinema itself. It’s pretty much as personal as his films are capable of being,

(And still, that incredible Zimmer score. Among my personal favorites)

Even more astonishing, is just how well executed and emotionally effective it remains.

Master editor, Steven Thomas shares my enthusiasm with this lovely tribute.

Flattening The Curve PRESENTS: MACABRE (1980)

Yes, you know why we are all here. And why I’m doing this. Turns out we require a functioning government in order to keep the public safe from potential disaster. And since we currently don’t have one of those, the days ahead will be rife with long-neglected viewings covering a broad spectrum of backed up material.

Some great, others bizarre beyond belief.

Welcome to the Quarantine..

And so we make our second entry by further delving into the deepest, darkest recesses of the fabled Amazon Prime library, with the debut feature by Lamberto Bava. Son of legendary italian filmmaker, Mario Bava, his name had particular presence to younger me by way of his associations with Dario Argento. 1985’s Demons, being a particularly strong personal influence upon my interest in foreign horror. Looking back, his credits go further back toward his work with fellow helmer, Ruggero Deodato and others. But his real hat toss was his strange southern fried nightmare machine, MACABRE which had long eluded me despite having a reputation as “the head in the refrigerator” movie.

Wait, what?

Yes, set in New Orleans MACABRE tells the tale of a well-to-do wife and mother of two, after experiencing what could possibly be the most horrific day of one’s life, (Seriously, if there was ever an argument against spousal infidelity, this is it) is forced to rebuild what remains of it by moving into her once lovenest, only to exhibit increasingly unsettling behavior one year after double tragedy. Most notably the nightly moaning heard by the blind son of her building’s recently deceased landlady. Is our central character sneaking in a new lover every night? Or is something far more sinister at play? And what of her estranged daughter, and husband who wants nothing to do with her? Considering the film’s reputation, a lot of gas is leaked out once you know the secret. But it is a hoot to see just how far Bava and cast go to take this scenario to its absolute worst case scenario.

Now, please pardon the secrecy as so much of this film requires a cold viewing to fully digest its often sluggish 90 minutes. But what I can add here is that the film as a whole seems to imply that a certain apple doesn’t fall terribly far from the tree, and that the story as a whole is played like a ticking timebomb to a nasty reveal complete with one of the more outrageous punchline scares ever attempted. It is sincerely daffy on every front, the finale to this one.

Better still? The role of Jane Baker, is played by THE MOM FROM XTRO, Bernice Stegers! (No, seriously. I had no idea this was the case upon starting it.) Making her the early 1980s queen of crazy horror. I’d definitely suggest a Bernice Stegers double feature for the truly daring. And while MACABRE, isn’t half the committed mad that is XTRO, i’d still consider it for a group screening if only for the chuckles and conversations that would follow.

Still can’t get that final gag out of my head.

it’s like my child self came up with it, and somehow noone on set stopped me.

Flattening The Curve PRESENTS: XTRO (1982)

Yes, you know why we are all here. And why I’m doing this. Turns out we require a functioning government in order to keep the public safe from potential disaster. And since we currently don’t have one of those, the days ahead will be rife with long-neglected viewings covering a broad spectrum of backed up material.

Some great, others bizarre beyond belief.

Welcome to the Quarantine..

After DECADES of obscurity, and a childhood actively frightened by and yet strangely intrigued by the poster, what this week’s beginning of a curve flattening self-quarantine has at last unleashed upon my eyes cannot be overstated. Harry Bromley Davenport’s nihilistic anti-E.T., truly does live up to its infamous reputation as not merely a nasty subversion, but a genuinely broken-minded vision of a fractured family.

Bernice Stegers, plays a single mom three years after the sudden disappearance of her husband who’s life has since begun to mend with the presence of a photographer boyfriend. A scenario that soon finds itself hemorrhaging after the sudden reappearance of the husband, who seemingly was abducted by aliens, and is now not even half the human he once was. After cleaning himself off, and headed back into the city, his core objective is to return home, possibly rekindle his relationship with his family, most particularly with his son, Tony(Simon Nash) who now seemingly shares something of a psychic bond.

With the estranged father angle well in place, one might assume XTRO would be something of a pulpier take on the early eighties’ divorce drama ala Kramer Vs. Kramer. But what it really is, not only offers some of the most underappreciated horror images of the decade, but some of the more gut wrenchingly insane takes on familial reconciliation ever put to film.

Which isn’t to say the film is “good” in any pleasant way. In fact, a good deal of XTRO’s running time often feels like a window into a psyche one might stay far away from in public, let alone a darkened alley. This film is what some horror fans have over the years remarked about regarding our relationship to filmmakers. That the purveyor of the tale being spun, may indeed be dangerous, and probably shouldn’t be trusted by anyone.

Yes. I know there are sequels. But where the hell does one go after this?

XTRO, is an act of genre malice with intent to scar.

XTRO, is not a film you enjoy with friends.

XTRO, is a film you INFLICT upon friends.

Dude, kid me knew. Just by the poster. BEWARE.

Seriously. It’s good I waited. This would have wrecked 7 year old me.

CineBasement February POLL! "It's Capitalism.."

With everything that 2020 is already throwing at us, there’s still assurance in the current cultural climate that so much of what stands between people and their ability to improve quality of life boils down to one persnickety problem..

And here are our nominees for February’s CB event!

#1: It’s High Noon in OUTER SPACE. The one and only Sean Connery, is a new sheriff in a bent mining town in a remote Jupiter outpost in Peter Hyams’ OUTLAND.

#2: I’ll just let the trailer do all the talking. So proud of Director Bong, and company.

#3: Akira Kurosawa’s suspenseful, unforgettable examination of what constitutes a criminal, and how it’s often hard to tell when the chances for a stable life find themselves against a stacked deck.

Life Post Netflix

It’s almost like a long delayed breakup..

And yet, this was a choice that has probably been on the block since 2017. My only excuses being the piling on of originally produced content ( that reached almost crushing pressures come 2018 ), the will to cut the red cord has been a dear friend for some time. So when I was finally out from beneath the thumb of not only the streaming debut of Neon Genesis Evangelion, as well as The Irishman, and yes, even The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance, coupled with the reality that with such a ubiquitous service in the hands of loved ones, there was a diminished passion on my part to continue. Especially in a Disney +, Amazon, Hulu, etc. landscape. (As for my latest leap back into the D pool, we can discuss soon, promise.)

To be completely honest, this feels right. Feels a solid ten pounds lighter. Especially true when my weekly Netflix diet largely consisted in background noise choices rather than actual sit down and watches. I’ve since joked that a large portion of the service’s content now sports a specific aesthetic, and almost lackadaisical attitude for works initially meant to function like your classic serialized material. It’s to the point that the riches often undercut a certain dramatic effectiveness. Much like the Marvel model, “just good enough” is baseline, rendering much of it disposable. It feels like qualitative purgatory.

And yet, Louis Leterrier’s long-awaited collaboration with the Hensons could not be a better sendoff.

Worth the wait in every respect, The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance, is the streaming service’s equivalent to legacy sequels/prequels that stand alone as shining examples of merging the familiar with the urgent. And grandeur to boot. Throughout, I have been repeatedly kicking myself for putting it off for so long. It’s also that rare prequel where despite what we know is to become of these characters, it remains impossible to wander away from. Nothing short of a visual and thematic feast that loses none of the strange charm of Jim Henson’s hopelessly radical 1982 piece. (My memories of seeing for the first time that opening weekend remain vital ones to this day.)

So sure, there’s a part of me that will miss being able to finish Carole & Tuesday’s second half at home. But the possibilities that have opened up in its stead remain hopeful. There’s still a ton of material to explore with my remaining options, including oodles in my years-old queue. There’s just something liberating about knowing what lies ahead, without the additional baggage of what remains online, and what could just as easily be removed tomorrow.

And then there’s my ever lingering physical media watch list that never seems to end.

See? We should be fine.

That said, oh my goddess this rules.

CineBasement 01.2020! Blurred Grooves - WINNER

You asked for it, you’ve got it.

2020;

Both barrels. I get it.

And I’ll be honest in saying that I’m actually wildly surprised at it being unanimous!

On the evening of Saturday, January 25th, CB presents Penelope Spheeris’s unforgettable,

THE DECLINE OF WESTERN CIVILIZATION (1981)

Memory: My first viewing of this was around 1988-1989, and I remember being pretty taken aback by it. There’s just something we have completely neglected in regards to the gulf in spirit that was left in the wake of the 1970s that had to give somewhere. Turns out a good amount of it took place here in L.A. From early Rollins to the harrowing garbage fire that was Darby Crash..

Decline, is one hell of a visceral snapshot.

Convene, and munch begins at 6pm.

Film begins at 7ish!

CineBasement 2020 Begins!!

Welcome, everyone.

Hope winter break was one to remember, because CB is back and with a vengeance.

2020, compelled me to ask aloud, just what kind of films leave the most indelible marks? And as it turns out, the marriage between sight and sound is burned hard into my personal DNA. Which is why it felt right to celebrate pieces that helped redefine what could be done with the medium. This is especially resonant when thinking of the rock documentary, and asking one’s self what makes for a truly unique experience that transcends merely attending a show. This month’s trio of pics remain powerful arguments for the subgenre as each breaks the barriers between musician and spectator, and offers an experience a mere ticket cannot provide. Prepare to be inspired. Prepare to move. Prepare for the unexpected.

Candidate 1!

Candidate #2!

Candidate #3!

The poll will stay up and will close on Monday, January 13th.

Screening, Saturday January 24th!

Happy Voting, everyone!

Tales from the CineBasement! Podcast: Prototype Episode- The Host (2006)

We’ve gone audio at last!

Join Ev and I as we rap happily over Bong Joon-ho’s monster classic from 2006, from the superhero team origin story, to the director’s often breakneck satire regarding South Korea and its potential break from historic slumber.

We have a pre-film discussion with a break for viewings, followed by a spoiler-specific post-screening chat.

#SEEPARASITE

Back & Forth: Land of Fallen Legend

Originally posted on Anime Diet September 10, 2010. Typos, and errors persist. Enjoy!

The initial plan was to share a review or two of recent shows, detailing certain feelings on the directions the anime medium have been moving into as of late, but this just feels too important not to post up, and inquire of readers. As the news came about regarding the sudden, and tragic passing of one Satoshi Kon, much has been shared regarding this one man’s profound body of work, and the loss that the anime/film community has clocked. But has it really been gauged in a way that the average admirer of the filmed arts could best understand? I cannot pretend to have the vernacular dexterity to pull off such a feat. In only four films,and one television series as a director, as several jobs as a writer, background artist, and assistant animator, there is no real way for me to best encompass such a thing in anything resembling a blog post. But I can at least attempt to illustrate what it is that hurts the most about this particular blow to the film world, and the burning questions it proposes.

To even better visualize my own personal feelings on the matter (which I’ve also commented on my own pages), place yourself in a time where anime itself had its own cadre of dependable director names granting the art form an reasonable amount of respectability. Say what some will about names such as Osamu Dezaki, Yoshiaki Kawajiri, Rin Taro, Isao Takahata, Hayao Miyazaki, Katsuhiro Otomo, Mamoru Oshii, there were at least several personalities that could easily be run off to anime neophites as a means toward giving anime cinema such credibility. Through such diverse visions, and concentration toward idiosyncracy, it was a great means of allowing new fans into the fold easily, and with a minimum of trouble. Whether folks opened up to these works or not was beside the point, these works were clearly well expressed pieces that gave gravity to a hobby that many would otherwise have written off as merely a carnival of big eyes, and big guns. And even as most were working within the guidelines brought forth by their commercial investors, it was easy to see that many of these directors were allowed to explore their creative limits with risible amounts of freedom, and vigor. One could easily see some of these works in an art house showing, opening up great wells of possibility, not merely for the animated method itself, but for the filmmaking as well.

Which is why in the post-AKIRA age, the future felt brighter than ever for international anime & art house fans that so many names were being heard of in fanzines, and genre publications. For several decades, a storm had been brewing in the east, and it felt as if world recognition was at long last within grasp. As Otomo’s influence gained ground through the 90s, and still no new film from the man had surfaced outside of his acclaimed omnibus, MEMORIES, the promise shown by collaborating Hiroyuki Okiura, surreal anime auteur Koji Morimoto, and the scribic stylings of Kon himself, Magnetic Rose felt like a gleaming ball of light, just waiting on the precipice. In merely 30-plus minutes of screentime, the future seemed bright. And when Perfect Blue allowed Kon to shine through on the promise of that short, it was akin to a revelation. The merging of Japanese Anime, Global Cinema, and a unique voice that is unquestionably Kon’s helped usher in what could have been a singular artistic coup.(and in some ways, still was)

Flash forward to today…

We can say what we will regarding a worldwide economic recession, and a glut of material congesting the bitways. It just stands to reason that there are no real remaining guiding lights in the world of anime currently. As much as some may wish to believe it, there simply hasn’t been much forward movement in regards to encouraging fresh new perspectives when one speaks of anime filmmaking. In fact, not only is it less likely to see any major animated feature films on japanese screens, there are also a dying few willing to (let alone allowed to) risk tinkering with the form in any evolutionary manner. With a failure here, a ratings or financial setback there, even noted directors are unable to get a project off the ground. In an era most resembling the limp-addled Hollywood system, we are very lucky to even have some work from our most prestigious elders. But what of the future?

Where are the auteurs of today? No one is really willing to take the risk. In many ways, the anime world has experienced its US cinema in the 1970s era where we had a multitude of names to depend on for strength of vision, and compelling storytelling. One would have thought that the beginning of the US anime bubble would have fueled more fervor toward giving more visionaries the free reign to explore. In a move that seems more comical than ever, many of these companies were happier in producing visually impressive, yet spiritually rote, stale works based on current TV series, rather than allowing the sparks to fly. And now we have warehouses filled with unsold videos. While it is true, nothing could compare to the sheer amount of stupid money wasted on inferior product in the bubble heyday, but at least there was room to experiment.

The enmity between artists, and the commercial interests that fund them has always been strong, but it has never been this restrictive, paranoid, and utterly empty.

So who to turn to now? Hosoda? As much as I love his works, I still find he has quite a ways to go, and still feels very much like a commercially pressured workman rather than an auteur. Shinkai? If he decides to play around a little more with genre, and gets away from tropes, he could be decent if given a budget, but this still feels too questionable. And as big a fan as I am of Anno & Tsurumaki, I still feel like they are under as much pressure as everyone else. Imaishi? Who knows? (Even Ishii & Koike’s REDLINE looks to be the last of a dying breed-it certainly has the feel of it all going down guns blazing–literally.) The shadow of commercial tinkering feels ever more present than ever, adding to the feeling that despite the hidden talents lurking within the key animation staff, few to none will ever get the chances allowed to the directors of the past. So perhaps within the worlds of independent animation (where the staff & budget are near nonexistent) is where we need to be looking. I recently reviewed Yasuhiro Yoshiura’s Eve No Jikan, and while far from perfect, is a promising means to seek out what can likely be a solution. We certainly cannot expect many more works from Miyazaki (Whom I feel has gone beyond caring), and Oshii(whom despite all of the Japanese media industry’s hopes will only cater to a very specific audience-especially now). Even Hiroyuki Kitakubo(Blood, Roujin Z), and Shinichiro Watanabe(Cowboy Bebop, Samurai Champloo) are having trouble getting dependable work that isn’t under a terrified corporate stanglehold.

There was something utterly free about the world Kon helped illuminate the world to. Very counter to even mainstream Japanese film, his works had an empathic streak that was truly heartfelt for visions so seemingly cold on the surface. There was something alive, vital, immediate in his characters & even environments that embraced a nations dreams, nightmares & wishes in ways few contemporary visual storytellers are able to accomplish. Burning twice as bright, and living half as long. Upon receiving the news of his death via Twitter as word began to spread, this quickly caused my innards to twist, and then sink…as a very familiar feeling began to take hold.

My early college days where when rock began to experience a bizarre contraction between the retro & the personal, and fewer well known rock bands drove that home better, and with more sheer abandon than Nirvana. So upon the morning of April 8th, 1994, the news popped on that Kurt Cobain had indeed vanished, only to be found dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound, a part of me purely refused to accept it. And then the words came from inside, and the infamous note was read on the air by his wife, Courtney…and it all came crumbling down. Whatever one may feel about the event, it was clear that an artistic voice had indeed been silenced, and that the world would have to find its own way. I wasn’t able to stave off this feeling for months. It was as if a part of myself had been shed off without my permission. A feeling of violation of all that was honest in popular rock. The only other time I felt this type of loss where upon the death of my grandmother to cancer, and perhaps my mother’s feeling years before when John Lennon passed on. The gaps left behind by those dearly departed can be huge, and at times immeasurable. And in an art form in such a state of flux, it is almost impossible to foresee where all of this is going to go.

But what we can do is by looking back, and embracing forward, boundless motion. Animation is about illumination, examining the unknown within ourselves, to see that which can only be seen in the mind. Limits can be liberating, just ask the many who have come before the animators of today. Learning the best out of those who have inspired us, to usher in new methods beyond the quick sale. To see the possibility, and to never accept what is as the final end-all-be-all. Kon showed us this realm of unending possibility with an unmatched eye, and great sensitivity. It is his promise to us should we be willing grasp it. The question is, what are you to do about it?

Back & Forth: Jikan no Eve ONA - The Life Positronic (2008)

The following post originally featured in Anime Diet. Bad grammar, and ensuing typos persist. Enjoy.

1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
2. A robot must obey any orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

-Isaac Asimov, Runaround (from I.Robot 1942)

Having missed Yasuhiro Yoshiura’s indie production, Pale Cocoon upon its release in 2004, it was possibly intentional on my part to ignore the man’s works until I had a full on chance to see where he began. And to see that he had also been involved in numerous support roles in recent shows including Rebuild Of Evangelion, it only felt right to finally dive in, and see where he stood amongst other indie luminaries such as Makoto Shinkai. How little I knew how much I wold actually grow to admire his potential after finally seeing Pale Cocoon for myself. Even if it is a pretty scrappy piece of work, and offers little to grasp onto writing-wise, I was impressed by his visual style, and wish to tackle some heady science-fiction regarding human neglect and its will to better grasp the hows and whys. So finally, the chance came to explore his first full-blown series experiment in the form of a six episodes that were released as online only.(streaming for the series began with episode one in October of 2008, and streamed the finale in September of 2009)  Unsure of such a proposition, there indeed was a little worry on my part going in, but it can now be safely said that Yoshiura has himself a compelling creature in the form of Even No Jikan. And as of this writing, the series has not only completed its brief run, but has also experienced a theatrical version run earlier this year. And there are few shows today, so willing to merge the shell of anime & the thoughtfulness of good science fiction that this comes as a grand exhale of minty cool in an era bereft of anything but disparate gimmicks.

Rikuo Kikuhara is a high schooler, living with his often away from home parents, an older sister seemingly residing in the family living room, and with Sammy, dutiful home servant. Only it seems that her daily activities aside from the requisite cooking, cleaning, and shopping expected of androids of her type, has been found unaccountable over several instances of time outside the house. Shopping and errands are taking an unrealistic amount of time. No explanation forthcoming, and troubled by a bizarre message in the Sammy’s data logs, Rikuo takes it upon himself, along with mechanically prejudiced classmate Masaki to trace the servant’s steps to discover the truth behind her mysterious disappearances. No sooner do they come across a doorway in an undisclosed alley, leading the duo to Eve No Jikan (Time Of Eve) a hidden cafe especially designed for both robots and humans to co-exist calmly, welcoming new customers with a sign signifying the cafe’s singular rule: “There is to be no discrimination between robots and humans”

It is here that Rikuo & Masaki begin to meet the cafe’s few patrons, and within six brief episodes, explore their own feelings on a world populated by machines from those created by man, and those self-made by a society afraid of its own shadow. The social implications of a populace surrounded by subservient creations has been a staple of not merely anime, but of literate science fiction for well over several decades now, and Yoshiura’s short series is definitely another in this pantheon, but has an interesting distinction in how it treats the subject matter with an unexpected reverence for Asimov’s concerns, and places them in a more intimate setting. Watching the complete series, there are only five settings throughout the entire project, the majority of which takes place in Eve No Jikan as the undisclosed nation outside brims with a growing miasma of prejudice against the mechanical whom have comfortably nestled into every part of the societal body. Many stories have covered this material before, but to take the quiet , kuuki-kei approach is a novel one closer in tone to an episode of The Outer Limits than Blade Runner, that is, if TOL had an episode comfortable with a cup of coffee and good conversation.

Each episode centers on Rikuo’s reaction upon getting to know each patron on a new level, as the publicly mandated “haloes” are removed, and the machines take on a more relaxed, almost human form in the safety of the cafe. Among the unique visitors to the establishment are chatty Akiko, enigmatic couple Koji & Rina, playful child Chie and her elder guardian Shimei whom each bear a tale placing pre-established beliefs into question. All the while, a world less understanding in the form of the little known, but media strongarm movement known as The Ethics Committee is making moves against robot-safe regions known as Grey Zones in greater metropolitan areas. The contrast between Rikuo’s growing understanding of a changing world, as well as the building tension within the less-than receptive Masaki (who’s background makes for an interesting, albeit simplistic counterpoint) make for a quietly escalating war of notions on what it means to integrate our mecha brethren into our daily lives.

And even as these oft-told stories have indeed been a part of anime & manga for quite some time, Yoshiura’s take is a much more a thinly-veiled look at the modern japanese experience, than another robot parable for the ages. As Rikuo begins to peel past the layers of what he had once understood about his world, it is clear that he himself has long put away vital feelings in order to better align with the group dynamic. From seeing how Sammy regards her so-called owners with respect, and maybe even adoration, Rikuo starts to see the blurring of any lines that had once been placed there by a young public, unsure exactly why it felt so compelled to create simulacra capable of expressing what they themselves cannot. In the ideal eyes of cafe hostess Nagi,  empathy akin to hers  is something often placed aside in the outside world, and has helped fashion an environment where dependence on the indirect nature of the masses has no application. From the glowing haloes hovering over the heads of programmed servants outdoors in a grand means to delineate human from machine makes for an interesting look at aesthetic dependence in hopes of maintaining an image of order in a time where so many are in fact not on any grid whatsoever. The self-imposed denial of externalized feelings has been relegated to prime status, as progress marches on with a public trapped in an eternal adolescence, completely unsure of what to make of the new world they have created.

It is also telling in the series how machines are often treated with the stressful disdain of meaningless objects, while those closer with their mechanical counterparts are being seen as a social anomaly. Rikuo’s growing respect for the folks of Eve No Jikan runs counter to popular belief, and thus brings some burning dilemmas to light in what could easily have been another CG-laden blob of nonsense. Much like the id-pressure valves video games can offer us, it is easy to succumb toward objects with the same kind of general disregard, but as Eve No Jikan displays (as did sections of The Animatrix-most notably Mahiro Maeda’s The Second Renaissance), the treatment of those who share a resemblance toward their creators gives us a stark look into our disconnected natures. So just as the show helps us better see the robots as potentially sympathetic creatures with personalities & frailties of their own, it gives us a more contextural view of this dilemma than merely fiery violence, and robogore. More interested in the subtle, Yoshiura’s theme playfully shows us more than tells. Something that is also refreshing in anime series of this kind. There is even room for sly humor when an outdated pre-humanoid model shows up, demanding the treatment given to any patron, nasty glitches and all.

Despite the budget upgrade from Cocoon, the series is clearly done with limited means, and takes full advantage with some often lovely production savvy that can compete with some of tv’s strongest works over the last decade. At times it’s a lovely mix between 3D and 2D, and offers some lush images rife with a muted coffee color that invites a more relaxed atmo, perfect for the stories inherent. Also worth nothing are fine performances by Rie Tanaka, Kenji Nojima, & even Ritsuko Akagi herself, Yuriko Yamaguchi who bring an almost retro-feel to the proceedings. There are also weaknesses as the pacing at times feels a little unsure of itself early in the series, but soon after, it begins to pick up once the writing becomes a lot more comfortable with the setting. It becomes clear later on that there were characters they were much more interested in exploring come later episodes.

So all in all, the world of Eve No Jikan seems ready to expand into other areas as it all ends on an incomplete note. Whether or not this comes to pass, I personally am fine with brevity. But the series does offer enchantments few shows can with such a limited budget. There is truly a large scope outside the walls of this place, but perhaps it is up to us to fill in those gaps with what it is we intend to bring to the discussion.

Curious? Eve No Jikan can be caught on Crunchyroll!

Stranger

“Life Everlasting--based on a misprint!
I mused as I drove homeward: take the hint,
And stop investigating my abyss?
But all at once it dawned on me that this
Was the real point, the contrapuntal theme;
Just this: not text, but texture; not the dream
But topsy-turvical coincidence,
Not flimsy nonsense, but a web of sense.”

CineBasement Primer: Bong Joon-ho & The Host (2006)

Born September 14th, 1969, Bong Joon-ho, the son of a graphic designer and grandchild of noted South Korean author, Park Taewon knew as early as middle school that he wanted nothing more than to become a filmmaker. The disagreement of his parents led to a compromise of sorts when he oped to major in sociology while attending Yonsei University, where he continued to be enamored with the medium. It didn’t take terribly long before passion won over the approval of family, and his entry into the Korean Academy of film arts where he completed a two-year program. where immediately following led to his work on a series of shorts that garnered screenings as far as Vancouver to acclaim.

But it was his feature debut of Barking Dogs Never Bite, where viewers and insiders found his unique, off kilter, yet refreshingly honest voice resonating just as South Korean cinema was aggressively becoming home to a slew of soon to be globally beloved storytellers. With the financial reputation of a studio hanging in the balance, Bong was then slated to helm an adaptation of a just recently popular stage play centered on the country’s first (and to that point unsolved) serial killer case in an era where law enforcement was without the now expected forensics infrastructure, often driving already overburdened offers over the edge with each ensuing crime. Memories of Murder(2003) became not only a box office success, it instantly became emblematic of the wave of films that seemed neverending during the first half of the 00s. A film that not only elevated the name of Bong to the big time, but further cemented the place of quirky lead, Song Kang-ho as an iconic face to the director’s surprisingly borderline radical worldview.

Needless to say, that before the PARASITES, OKJAS, and even SNOWPIERCERS of the world, director Bong, had one more thing to prove before becoming known as that rare carte blanc voice, that he could take the kernel of the Japanese kaiju, and give it a nasty spin with all the assured vision of JAWS. What the world got, was a blockbuster unlike any other.

Gwoemul, aka The Host, tells the tale of South Korea’s often dismissed and underseen as it is forced to confront something bigger (and scarier) than a mere elephant in the room; decades of colonial neglect, not to mention environmental neglect at the hands of the United States military, as borne from their pride and sloth, comes a monster that has not only wreaked havoc upon numerous Han River residents and onlookers, but has taken the youngest of the often frazzled Park family. Legacies of a South Korea one generation removed from a hellish development period, their comic dysfunctionality often countered by their obvious closeness even as the children have grown in uniquely separate directions.

Being forced to face the the foggy mire and immediacy of their plight, as their fellow countrypeople find themselves scrambling to uphold the western military’s narrative of what haunts the river that divides north from south, the Parks find themselves at the center of something far beyond their knowledge or control.

One part spin on the Japanese Kaiju genre, another part acidic satire of the SARS generation, not to mention a pointed examination of a nation’s relationship with its occupiers, The Host is also a window into generations of South Koreans as passionate pro-democracy activists, as well as adherents to a life under the boot heel, often relegated to survival via acts of thievery known as Seo-ri

Along for Bong’s monster magnum opus are Byun-hee bong as the dad, Park Hae-il as the once radical activist, now jobless son, Wachowski darling, Doona- bae, as the expert archer yet hopelessly slow sister, Kang-ho who’s central lead is as unorthodox a hero as one might imagine, and Go Ah-sung, who for the first time would play his daughter (The pair also feature prominently as family in Snowpiercer as well).

With or without taking in the film’s often furious political text, its wholly unconventional take on a beloved genre is unmistakably Bong Joon-ho.

So leave your expectations at the door, The Host will undoubtedly have its way with them.

Saturday, November 23rd 2019

Gathering: 6pm

Film: 7pm

Discussion: Roughly 9pm. (Podcast recording: Optional)

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