Saturday, October 19, 2002
it was a rock-n-roll day yesterday (saturday). firstly, after bowling three games, I took in a double-feature with my pal chas.
first up was the much-maligned box-office stiff the rules of attraction. don't believe the (bad) hype. this film is very, very impressive. the script is about 80% verbatim from bret easton ellis' novel of the same name; it was written (and the film directed) by roger avery, who won an oscar for co-writing a certain pulp fiction. the techniques used to tell the stories in the film are visually gorgeous: a little memento here, a dash of go there. and as opposed to most films - especially ones with as wb-tastic a cast as this - the film's soundtrack is prominent, and not just selling songs. tomandandy did the score (marvelous collage work), and the pre-exisiting songs used augment and give texture to the film (the cure's "six different ways," milla jovovich's "gentlemen who fell," and a lot more). this is, simply, one of the best films of the year, ebert and company be damned.
after a fine dinner of sushi (how's that, gaz? two-in-one!), it was on to the naro (support your local arthouse!) for 24 hour party people, the story of tony wilson, factory records, the hacienda, joy division, and happy mondays. what more do you fookin' need to know?! a fascinating thrillride of a story, complete with a very well-used framing device, that of steve coogan (as tony wilson) speaking directly to the audience to fill in gaps and make clarifications. great acting, great direction (though be prepared for a lot of hand-held shots), and of course, a stunning soundtrack, encompassing everything from the pistols to 808 state.
then to top the day off, we ventured to a very sleazy rock-and-roll kind of divebar, cruzers (yes, that's how they spell it), for vapourtrail, a club night promising everything from '60s garage bands to '90s shoegazers. it didn't disappoint. dancing to rock music - what a concept. marvelous. if you're in the norfolk, va area, check it out (all the info's at their website).
I seriously doubt that tomorrow will be as entertaining, but one never knows.
first up was the much-maligned box-office stiff the rules of attraction. don't believe the (bad) hype. this film is very, very impressive. the script is about 80% verbatim from bret easton ellis' novel of the same name; it was written (and the film directed) by roger avery, who won an oscar for co-writing a certain pulp fiction. the techniques used to tell the stories in the film are visually gorgeous: a little memento here, a dash of go there. and as opposed to most films - especially ones with as wb-tastic a cast as this - the film's soundtrack is prominent, and not just selling songs. tomandandy did the score (marvelous collage work), and the pre-exisiting songs used augment and give texture to the film (the cure's "six different ways," milla jovovich's "gentlemen who fell," and a lot more). this is, simply, one of the best films of the year, ebert and company be damned.
after a fine dinner of sushi (how's that, gaz? two-in-one!), it was on to the naro (support your local arthouse!) for 24 hour party people, the story of tony wilson, factory records, the hacienda, joy division, and happy mondays. what more do you fookin' need to know?! a fascinating thrillride of a story, complete with a very well-used framing device, that of steve coogan (as tony wilson) speaking directly to the audience to fill in gaps and make clarifications. great acting, great direction (though be prepared for a lot of hand-held shots), and of course, a stunning soundtrack, encompassing everything from the pistols to 808 state.
then to top the day off, we ventured to a very sleazy rock-and-roll kind of divebar, cruzers (yes, that's how they spell it), for vapourtrail, a club night promising everything from '60s garage bands to '90s shoegazers. it didn't disappoint. dancing to rock music - what a concept. marvelous. if you're in the norfolk, va area, check it out (all the info's at their website).
I seriously doubt that tomorrow will be as entertaining, but one never knows.