growing up in the 70s and wanting to tell visual stories, how could you not get enraptured by the style of these two gentlemen?… Lucas and Spielberg defined what being a filmmaker should be when I entered film school in the early 90s yet disappointingly failed to renew their ownership of the medium in the past decade or more. I have often theorized that they simply do not seem to care enough, what with all the success, accolades, bank accounts and yes men, about the stories they are telling, that it is very hard to be enraptured in the stories of others when no longer in congress with those “others.”
but that is when these two short-form programs fell on my lap this weekend and reminded me of the history, passion and intelligence that made them who they were. if only they would watch to remind themselves not what or why but of how curious they seemed to be, then perhaps they might take a break to again find the sparks on display here. sparks that flew a few days go, the unmistakable sign that a fire still burns and needs some harnessing.
of note in the Lucas video, Coppola’s “the kid has wasted his life attitude” and the wonderful dynamic between producers willard huyck and gloria katz.
robert glasper, taylor mcferrin and derrick hodge “tackle” radiohead and it is a wondrous sound…
i know i’m very late on this but on the other hand, i probably have perfect timing. also, you’re welcome.
you go, michael, you go…
of course, it is possible that the good people at warner bros are tricking us but the family angle of this trailer is making me tingly all over… this looks incredible to me.
There’s just no getting around the fact that the funk is good. however much you wish to fake it, the funk will follow you, hunt you down and make your neck muscles twitch back and forth so as to make you look like a moron to those around who can’t hear what going on in your Beats (tm.)
Music at any level, to my mind, is active, not something to idly sit by, enjoy, and leave when over. Whether songs are shuffled through on an iPod or enjoyed during a night at the opera, I am always amazed at how passive people are in front of such sublime expression of human intelligence. Whether it is sitting perfectly quiet, eyes toward the stage, listening while working on a proposal at the office, or plugged in while changing trains on the subway, we seem almost always uninvolved in the emotional journey that music invites us to take, dancing being the notable exception. Isn’t it incredible that, for thousands of years, a few notes and rhythms have pushed us out of our chairs to participate in what can only objectively be described as standing convulsions? When we dance, we are literally being moved by music! Is it overreaching to advance that music might have the power to move more than the shell? And I don’t simply mean “to provoke emotion,” we know it does that, I mean to be able to transform the inner parts of our minds and bodies in the same way that it distorts the outer parts. In some measure, to the people lucky enough to understand music beyond enjoyment, that is clearly true.
And the good (French) people of the Daft Punk have been working towards that goal on our behalf for the past decade, to mostly brilliantly funky result. A journey that will continue on may 21st with the release of their 4th album, Random Access Memories which, if judging by the way my elderly hips are reacting to the initially released groove, should be an outstanding one. With an incredible list of collaborators, 3 of which are profiled by Vice here, we are in for a treat… I especially cannot wait to hear Giorgio Moroder come back to the scene…
Anyway, I’m pretty excited. also, cannot just hide it. have a harder, faster, better week!
P.S. this is the first post i draft entirely from the iPad as i test a desktop-less life. and it was spectacular!
you can always ask whether a designer’s home is liveable in an attempt to diminish the effort but the answer is never as general as the question. the real question should be “could you live in it?” and when it comes to marc newson’s home in london, my answer is yes.
i have to say that, against my better instinct, i tend to shy away from wes anderson and roman coppola’s aesthetic. not for any holier-than-thou reasons but rather because it seems most often a compendium of post-it note ideas that reach the screen unfiltered, which i’m sure is their charm, but have yet, for me, to amount to much affecting storytelling. but that is precisely why i like this prada commercial series they just launched to promote a new perfume. perfectly aping the cinematic world of theaptFAVE jacques demy, they succeed in making the quirky work for them, for me and anyone for whom snippets of strangeness work better than long-winded ones.
hey, nerds, you’ve heard of that almost mythical french behind-the-scenes documentary about the making of the empire strikes back that only aired on dutch television, right? right. well, it’s finally on youtube and i figured that the day america goes to shit would be perfect timing to embed on here for your viewing pleasure as we feel our country burn outside our windows. stream while you still can! and then, RUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!!!!!
ps. they do have a nice life.
live your stories, every day, every minute, until the end… a more perfect message i cannot muster on this monday morning. have a creative week!
if only fabien baron had wanted to tell a story. if only alexander skarsgård had another gaze than blue steel. if only suvi koponen had been given something to do. if only there was meaning to be found in these nine minutes and fifty-five seconds. if only there was a begining, middle and end, even if not necessarily in that order. if only there was something a normal human being could, if not recognize, at least aspire to. if only the chapter headings indicated something, anything. if only all this sublime beauty hadn’t been wasted, this might have been a truly great film…