Had I known I could’ve voted in Sight and Sound’s poll of the greatest films of all time, I would’ve submitted the ballot below. From films like Le Bonheur, Before Sunrise, Summer Hours, and On a Beach Alone At Night it looks like I lean toward films of a deceptive lightness: a surface on whichContinue reading “My best films of all time.”
(NB: Every year I add an autobiographical crinkle that I find the courage to share. Thanks for reading) The boy spent hours bouncing a rubber ball against a wall. The boy had problems.
Like Bernard Sumner taking over for New Order after an iconic singer, well, disappears, Midge Ure took Ultravox into a new direction emphasizing the virtues of uplift.
[/caption] Assembling a home movie as a favor to his dad, Sammy (Gabriel LaBelle) matures into adulthood in minutes. While his sisters clown during a camping vacation, he catches his mom Mitzi (Michelle Williams) and family friend Bennie (Seth Rogen) in the background as they unsuccessfully try to avoid physical contact: a hand brushed asideContinue reading “‘The Fabelmans’ is the rare complicated film about filmmaking”
There isn’t a single James Gang album of my acquaintance which hasn’t made a comparable Eagles effort sound like Cat Stevens. It confirms why Frey ‘n’ Henley wanted Joe Walsh; it confirms why Joe Walsh wanted part of the increasingly multi-platinum act; it does not confirm why Walsh stuck around, although his weaknesses for theContinue reading “Ranking #54 singles, U.S. edition: 1971-1976”
After the most frantic Thanksgiving weekend in years, after my five-mile morning walk (the novel Hamnet in hand), after coffee and breakfast, I dwell on the difference between introspection and shyness, then change my mind because The New York Times published a story as bothersome as a fly buzzing in a kitchen:
Why Boney M didn’t cross over in America when all kinds of schlock from Alicia Bridges to David Naughton did mystifies me, especially when Frank Farian’s project had grooves as deep as Bellotte-Moroder-Summer; but if “Daddy Cool” leaves you stone-cold the Edgar Winter Band and the Allmans grooved.
Slick Rick’s fey, prissy tone and matter-of-factness about matters sexual were his own; he owed nothing to no one, especially in the mid ’90s when rappers aped shit-hot guitarists in their run of notes. With its tinkling electric keyboard, “Behind Bars” doesn’t celebrate the carceral state but unlike Public Enemy’s “Black Steel in the HourContinue reading “Ranking #87 singles, U.S. edition: 1987-1995”
Taylor Russell and Timothée Chalamet are a dish, and the rest of the characters in Bones and All their meal. Self-described “eaters,” they amble through the Upper Midwest of the 1980s, at first sullenly and then idly accepting their destinies as consumers of human flesh. The material requires a David Cronenberg, an Ana Lily Amirpour,Continue reading “‘Bones and All’ needs vitamins in its blood”
The stink from today’s Hague candidates is worse than last week’s turkey. Hung with rank fruit, “Secret Garden” is Springsteen in his least erotic mode: the whispery-hoary loverboy whose idea of come-ons is to recite the sewn-together of a hundred Old Testament-inspired songs. Fans will remember how more than a year later “Secret Garden” enjoyedContinue reading “Ranking #63 singles, U.S. edition: 1990-1995”
To comment on the Club Q massacre is to lapse into the clichés of our troubled century. I dwell in a demilitarized zone where grief and even despair are declared offside.
To listen to “Belle” on Thanksgiving is just and necessary. Over a yearning synth line and a guitar plucked as cautiously as if he were starting a dangerous conversation, Al Green commits a sin while purportedly separating himself from temptation: he’s proud about abandoning his lover for the Almighty. That confidence, adduced by the undulationsContinue reading “Ranking #83 singles, U.S. edition: 1977-1981”