Music Video of the Day: Don’t Mean Nothin’ by Richard Marx (1988, directed by Dominic Sena)


Today’s music video of the day is Richard Marx’s Don’t Mean Nothin’.  This video was directed by Dominic Sena, who later directed films like Kalifornia, Gone in 60 Seconds, and Swordfish.  Let’s break it down and see if this video really don’t mean nothin’.

0:03 — I’m not sure but I think we may be in Hollywood.

0:04 — These scenes of Los Angeles street life will be familiar to anyone who has ever seen a movie about a small town girl moving to the big city to pursue her dreams.

0:18 — Welcome to Shangri-La!

0:26 — Cynthia Rhodes plays the small town girl.  You may recognize her from Flashdance, Staying Alive, and Dirty Dancing.  At the time this video was shot, she was dating Richard Marx.  She would marry him a year later.  They divorced in 2014.

0:38 — The sleazy apartment manager is played by the one and only G.W. Bailey.  Bailey has been in a ton of television shows and movies.  If you don’t know him from M*A*S*H, you probably know him from the Police Academy films.

0:48 — Cynthia knows what ol’ G.W. was doing back there.

0:55 — Richard Marx’s father was in advertising and Richard Marx started his singing career when he was five years old and he performed a jingle that his father had written.  When Marx was 17, he moved to Los Angeles.  This song was based on his experiences.

1:14 — Cynthia’s barely been in Hollywood for a week and she’s already got an audition!  That’s better that most small town girls do in the big city.

1:38 — Another great moment from G.W. Bailey.

1:53 — Cynthia is shocked! to discover what goes on in Hollywood.

2:09 — Richard says, “Drink up and enjoy the show!”  Cynthia is not amused.

2:24 — More Hollywood stock footage.

2:44 — That’s Joe Walsh of the Eagles on guitar.

2:59 — Proof that this video was made in 1988: Richard hands over a cassette of his music.

3:24 — Disgusted to see that Cynthia’s become either a maid or a waitress, Richard stops the music and throws away his future.

3:27 — There’s a lot of hockey hair in this video.

3:38 — Ol’ G.W.’s in trouble now.

3:42 — Are they taking pictures of G.W. getting beaten up?  Or does G.W. own a strobe light?

4:08 — Cynthia finally feels comfortable enough to wear an ugly sweater in L.A. and Richard has switched to decaf.

4:20 — A new small town girl arrives.  Cynthia tells her where she can find Ol’ G.W.

4:24 — Cynthia and Richard shares a smile and a private laugh as the new girl naively plunges into the moral abyss that is Hollywood.

4:32 — Don’t worry.  It don’t mean nothin’ at all.

Weekly Reading Round-Up : 07/15/2018 – 07/21/2018, Elijah Brubaker’s “Reich,” Issues 1-4


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Every comics fan has “holes” in his or her reading history — books that you know you should have read, books that everyone goes on and on about but that you, for whatever reason(s), simply haven’t gotten around to yet. This past week, I finally got around to addressing one of those.

Seriously, though, who are we kidding? For a guy with both feet in the comics scene and at least one foot (does that give me three?) in the world of parapolitics/parascience/”conspiracy culture,” the fact that I hadn’t read Elijah Brubaker’s celebrated Reich, a 12-part chronicle of the life, times, tribulations, and travails of (in?)famous psychoanalyst/inventor/philosopher/shit-disturber Wilhelm Reich is more than a “hole,” its a yawning chasm, and frankly pretty well inexcusable, yet my excuses were plentiful : my LCS didn’t stock it while it was running (for nearly a decade at that, from 2007-2014), its publisher, Sparkplug…

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Film Review: My Friend Dahmer (dir by Marc Meyers)


The 2017 film, My Friend Dahmer, opens in a suburban high school in the 1970s.  It’s a school like any other, with the usual collection of jocks, nerds, geeks, and outcasts.  Jeff (Ross Lynch) is the token weird kid.  Every school has one.  He’s obviously intelligent but there’s something off about him.  He shuffles around the school with his eyes down.  When he speaks, he rarely shows any emotion, leaving you to wonder if he’s just shy or if he’s lost in a world of his own.  There are rumors, of course, about all the strange things that Jeff has done.  Some people say that they’ve seen him collecting dead animals.  Jeff has told people that he has a shack where he uses acid to dissolve carcasses.  Jeff frequently comes to school drunk, reeking of alcohol.  And then there’s his parents!  His father (Dallas Roberts) tries to be strict but usually just comes across as befuddled.  Meanwhile, his mother (Anne Heche) alternates between doting on her oldest son and making paranoid accusations.

His father demands that Jeffrey make some friends.  That’s why Jeff ends up in such unlikely places as both the school band and the school’s tennis team.  Still feeling out-of-place, Jeff starts to act out in school.  Walking through the hallway, he’ll suddenly start shouting and twitching.  Jeff becomes known as the kid who will do anything.  One his classmates, an artist named John “Derf” Backderf (Alex Wolff), even starts to draw pictures based on Jeffrey’s antics.  Derf and his friends describe themselves as being Jeffrey’s fan club.  For the rest of the school year, they encourage Jeff to act stranger and stranger.  It would be incorrect to say that Derf and Jeff are really friends.  In fact, towards the end of the school year, Derf starts to realize that he’s basically been exploiting Jeff for his own amusement.  And yet, Derf and his friends provide perhaps the closest thing to “normal” human interaction that Jeff will ever experience.

As you’ve probably already guessed from the film’s title, Jeff is Jeffrey Dahmer, the infamous Milwaukee-based serial killer and cannibal who is estimated to have killed 17 young men before he was arrested in 1991.  (In 1994, Dahmer was murdered in prison by an inmate who claimed to have been motivated by Dahmer’s lack of remorse.)  Dahmer committed his first murder when he was 18, a fact alluded to towards the end of the film when we see Dahmer picking up a hitchhiker.  (Disturbingly, the only time in the film in which Dahmer smiles and sounds like a “normal” person is when he’s trying to convince that hitchhiker to get in his car.)  With the exception of that one scene, My Friend Dahmer deals with the year before Dahmer started his killing spree, when Dahmer was just the token weird kid.

The fact that we know what Jeffrey Dahmer is ultimately going to becomes add an ominous subtext to every scene in the film.  Throughout, there are signs that something is wrong with Dahmer and yet neither his classmates nor his teachers ever seem to take those signs seriously.  When Dahmer brutally cuts open a fish because he wants to see what’s inside of it, his friends are disgusted but they assume that’s just Dahmer being weird again.  When he shows up drunk for class and his grades start to go downhill, his teachers just ignore him.  No matter what he says (and he does say some truly disturbing things), everyone just shrugs it off.  Their attitude is that Jeff’s the weird kid so, of course, he’s going to say weird things.

To its credit, My Friend Dahmer resists the temptation to sensationalize or make excuses for the monster that Jeffrey Dahmer became.  Ross Lynch plays Dahmer as a hulking, inarticulate time bomb.  It’s not so much that Dahmer can’t control his dark thoughts as he really has no desire to do so.  The film contrasts Dahmer’s darkness with the light-hearted and, quite frankly, dorky guys who briefly became his clique.  (Again, despite the film’s title, it would probably be a bit of a stretch to say that Dahmer had any real friends.)  One practical joke, in which Derf sneaks Dahmer into every club’s yearbook picture, is so likable in its dorkiness that you almost forget that Derf’s scheme centers around a guy who will grow up to murder 17 people.  In the end, both Dahmer’s crimes and his fate feels as inevitable as the fact that Derf will ultimately write and draw graphic novel about their relationship.

By any stretch of the imagination, it’s not a happy or pleasant film.  I watched the film last night and I doubt I’ll ever watch it again.  And yet, it’s an effective film, one that left me wondering what happened to some of the “weird kids” that I went to school with.  Do we ever really know what’s going on inside someone’s head?  Ross Lynch turns Dahmer into a disturbingly familiar monster while Alex Wolff is sympathetic in the role of Derf.  Anne Heche goes a bit overboard as Dahmer’s unstable mother but Dallas Roberts has a few good scenes as the father who can only watch helplessly as his son grows more and more disturbed.  The film is a disturbing trip into the heart of darkness, one that will haunt you after it ends.

 

Rockin’ in the Film World #17: Frank Zappa’s 200 MOTELS (United Artists 1971)


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Frank Zappa is definitely an acquired taste, one I acquired as a young kid listening to albums like “Absolutely Free”, “Weasels Ripped My Flesh”,  and “Apostrophe”, which goes a long way in helping to explain my warped world view. Zappa’s avant garde rock’n’roll, a mélange of jazz, classical, doo-wop, psychedelica, and anything else he could think of, combined with his nonsensical, sexual, and scatological lyrics, skewered convention, the plastic world of suburban America, and hippie culture as well (Zappa was an equal opportunity offender). 200 MOTELS was his first attempt at making a movie, co-directing and co-writing with British documentarian Tony Palmer, and to call it bizarre would be a gross understatement.

Visually, the film is as close to Zappa’s avant garde compositions as you can get. 200 MOTELS was shot on videotape and transferred to 35mm film, using techniques like double and triple exposure, color filters, flash-cut editing, and…

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Music Video of the Day: The Heat Is On by Glenn Frey (1984, dir by ????)


I picked this video for one reason.

Check out my weather forecast for the next few days:

That’s right!  Today and tomorrow, the temperature is supposed to get up to 109 degrees!  Then on Monday, it’ll only get up to 108 and we’ll finally get some relief on Tuesday when the high plunges down to 101!

Indeed, the heat is on.

(It could be worse.  Yesterday, they were saying that the high would hit 110 on Saturday.  We’ve gone down a degree!  Yay!)

Seriously, the heat in Texas is so bad that, on Thursday, I could barely even drive home.  I had to steer with my finger tips because it was literally impossible for me to grip the steering while without burning my hands!  If I have to spend this summer driving with oven mitts on my hands, I’m not going to be in a good mood…

As for the song, it was written for the 1984 film, Beverly Hills Cop.  The video features clips from that film, mixed in with footage of an editor working in the heat and the band bringing the heat.

Anyway, on a serious note, be careful out there everyone.  Keep your pets inside.  It might be a good idea to keep yourself inside too.  Usually I hate the idea of wasting a weekend but, when it’s this hot, you really don’t have much choice but to spend a few days being lethargic.

Enjoy the video!

How Do You Fancy “A Walk Among The Tombstones”?


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Sometimes. you’re just in the mood for a private eye flick — am I right?

I know that I certainly was the other night and so, after a bit of browsing, I decided to scratch the particular celluloid itch I was feeling by streaming writer-director Scott Frank’s 2014 cinematic adaptation of legendary hard-boiled crime fiction author Lawrence Block’s popular novel A Walk Among The Tombstones via our local cable service (it’s also available on Blu-ray and DVD should you choose to go that route), and whaddya know? What I found underneath the typically slick, borderline-“artsy” modern direction and cinematography, and decidedly lurid subject matter, was actually an old-school PI drama, anchored by some very strong performances, that would more than likely make the likes of Raymond Chandler, Mickey Spillane, and even Humphrey Bogart proud.

That means it comes with one fairly big downside, though — for all attempted twists and…

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Some thoughts on James Gunn, the Twitter Lynch Mob, and the New Cultural Revolution


When I checked into twitter today, the first thing that I saw was that James Gunn had been fired as director of Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3.

Specifically, he was fired because of tweets.  That seems to be the reason that everyone is fired nowadays.  It just takes one bad tweet to basically end your career.  One offensive tweet and suddenly, you’re a nonperson.  One tweet that strays from what’s been judged acceptable that week and suddenly, people who have praised and worked with you in the past will suddenly declare that they never really liked you.  They always knew something was off.

It’s become a contests of sorts.  People of differing ideologies compete to see who from the opposing side they can take down.  Usually, the Left seems to have more success when it comes to destroying people online but Gunn was targeted by the Right.  (Apparently, Mike Cernovich was one of the instigators of the outrage that led not only to Gunn getting fired from not just GoTG3 but also kicked out of the MCU.)

Gunn was fired for tweets that weren’t even recent.  Ten years ago, before Gunn had even joined the MCU, he was best known as the most talented filmmaker to ever graduate from Troma’s House of Horrors.  I followed Gunn on twitter long before he found mainsteam popularity as a part of the MCU.  And yes, in those days, James Gunn’s humor often was dark and twisted and, when taken out of context, often deliberately offensive.  So what?  That was Gunn’s way of pointing out that we live in a world that is often dark and twisted and deliberately offensive.  If you watch Gunn’s early films — like Super, for instance — you’ll find an artist who, in the style of Wes Craven, John Waters, and Paul Morrissey, was determined to shock audiences out of their complacency.  When Gunn made a joke about something terrible, the jokes wasn’t meant to be celebratory.  Instead, it was an expression of anger that we live in a world where such things exist in the first place.

(There’s an old expression about laughing so you don’t cry.  Apparently, in our new irony-free world, that’s no longer an option.)

What’s particularly fucked up is that Gunn apologized for those tweets when the first Guardians of the Galaxy came out.  At the time, Disney accepted the apology and Gunn’s explanation that he was a different person than he was today.  Is this the way the world’s going to work now?  Is it now acceptable for us to accept someone’s apology until we change our mind?

There’s a lot of celebration on twitter right now over Gunn being fired.  The Breitbart crowed is happy to have taken down a famous critic of Donald Trump’s.  The Woke crowd is happy because they feel they’ve claimed another scalp.  The twitter lynch mob is out in full force and it’s a bit sickening to watch.  Even those who are defending Gunn feel the need to say, “I found his tweets to be offensive…”

Here’s my thing:

I don’t give a fuck whether his tweets were offensive.  The tweets don’t matter.  They’re not the issue.  What is an issue is that the spirit of Mao Zedong’s Cultural Revolution — in which centuries of Chinese history and culture were destroyed and erased while millions were murdered by a bunch of activists determined to prove how ideologically pure they were — is alive and well on twitter.

For the sake of argument, let’s say that you do find Gunn’s 10 year-old tweets to be offensive.  Are we saying that people can’t change?  If people are only willing to support artists who were “woke” from the minute they were born, it’s going to be a sad and boring world.

Eventually, there’s going to be a backlash against all of this stuff that’s going on right now. That’s just the way history works.  And the more smug and fanatical people are in the present, the bigger the backlash is going to be in the future.  Many of the people who are currently celebrating the downfall of James Gunn will probably be among the next ones to fall.

UPDATE: In the comments, Chuck Lantz points out that I didn’t include any of Gunn’s “controversial” tweets.  As I told him, I didn’t necessarily feel that I needed to because my entire argument is that Gunn’s six year-old tweets didn’t matter.  Perhaps if Gunn had tweeted some of this stuff yesterday or even a year ago, I would feel differently but Gunn has already apologized for these tweets and, as I argued above, most of them are being taken out of context.  All of them were obviously meant to be sarcastic.  Whether anyone finds them funny or not is beyond the point and not particularly important.

But, I also see Chuck’s point.  So, here are three of the tweets that have been specifically highlighted on twitter by many of the people demanding that James Gunn be fired:

One Hit Wonders #18: “Lies” by The Knickerbockers (Challenge Records 1965)


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“Hey, did you hear the new Beatles song?”, screamed virtually every teenybopper in 1965, only it wasn’t The Beatles , but New Jersey’s own The Knickerbockers singing the Top Twenty smash “Lies”:

The Knickerbockers consisted of brothers Beau (vocals, guitars) and John Charles (vocals, bass), Jimmy Walker (vocals, drums), and ex-Royal Teen Bobby Randell (vocals, sax), who scored a hit in 1958 with “Short Shorts” (also featuring future Four Season Bob Gaudio and future Blues Project/Blood, Sweat, & Tears/solo artist Al Kooper):

The tight-knit harmonies and John Lennon-sounding lead vocals had many people fooled into thinking The Beatles had recorded “Lies” under an alias, but the world soon found out it was just a bunch of Jersey kids doing an incredible facsimile. The Knickerbockers became featured regulars on Dick Clark’s five-days-a-week ABC-TV teen dance show WHERE THE ACTION IS (1965-67), along with Paul Revere & The Raiders, Keith Allison, and…

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