Sunday

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The insane accessibility of guns + hateful assholes is such a terrible, toxic equation -- and its sum will always be the same. Both of these (seemingly, increasingly ubiquitous) variables have to change, or else yet more Charlestons, San Bernadinos, and now Orlandos will follow like grim clockwork. Where is the voice of sense and reason? Obama's remarks were poignant and on-point but - like déja vu all over again - the 2nd Amendment sociopaths and their political representatives will continue to tie his hands. At times like this especially I really miss the great Christopher Hitchens.

All our thoughts and sympathies should be with the resilient LGBTQ2S community, but our words and efforts must go toward effecting real, substantial change in these areas where they are most imperatively needed.

Friday

This Year's Model
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For those of us who have dearly missed Grantland, The Ringer is now here to fill that void, and they've already published top-shelf pieces on The Warriors as the perfect bandwagon team (so true), Joe Buck, Obama's last act, and the hotly contested 2016 AOTY 'election,' which evinces the year's surfeit of musical riches without even considering the viable candidacies of The Hope Six Demolition Project, Hopelessness, and This Is Acting.

Monday

Sing a Song of Sixpence That Goes...
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I like A Moon Shaped Pool more than I've liked a Radiohead record since Amnesiac, or maybe Kid A. As was the case with that turn-of-the-millennium pair, the new album works really well on multiple levels of listening: it justifies and rewards close attention (which the last two didn't--there was no "there" there, to borrow a line from the band), but it's also great, melodic sonic wallpaper if that's what you want it to do (unlike the more stubbornly intrusive Hail to the Thief, which seemed to signal something or other of some import in 2003 but hasn't held up particularly well 13 years on). At present A Moon Shaped Pool is serving splendidly as background music while I grade some four dozen final exams--but it keeps reminding me, politely yet insistently, to give it my full attention again when I can spare the time. Will do.

Wednesday

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As busy as I am these days I just couldn't resist getting out to the Museum of the Moving Image's Terence Davies retrospective. When I noticed that Davies himself (one of my favorite filmmakers) would be in town and appearing for Q&As at some screenings, it became an absolute must-attend. In person, Davies was as eloquent and thoughtful as any longtime fan could hope. But he was funnier than I expected, gushing effusively about his love of the Hollywood musical and American songbook, emphatically asserting that no actor (regardless of their fame) deserves to be paid inordinate sums of money, and musing that he is so close with his therapist that even he now hates Davies' long-deceased, abusive father. And while Davies said that he has been celibate since 1980, he coyly described The Long Day Closes's striking image of Christ on the cross as a "very sexy" scene.

That film (one of two screenings that I attended, along with the local premiere of Davies' latest, Sunset Song) looked and sounded incredible in the museum's handsome theatre. It'd been years since I'd seen it, and watching it again I was struck by how well it would play alongside great recent coming-of-age films like Boyhood, Girlhood, and Blue is the Warmest Color. Hearing Davies speak about this deeply personal work -- capturing, despite the film's melancholic notes, the happiest period of his youth, between the death of his father and his entry into secondary school, and, crucially, the period when his long romance with "the pictures" took root -- only contributed to my admiration of it.

Nevertheless, the masterful, extraordinarily beautiful Sunset Song (also a coming-of-age story) confirmed conclusively that I prefer Davies' later adaptations to his earlier, autobiographical films, a preference that probably puts me in a small minority among Davies devotees. As in The House of Mirth (still Davies' best in my view, though a second or third viewing of Sunset Song could well change that), the rhythm and pacing of his adaptation of Lewis Grassic Gibbon's revered Scottish novel are so perfectly calibrated. The result is completely cinematic, with its eye-popping exteriors shot in 65mm and its digitally-shot interior scenes no less gorgeous, while also capturing the distinctively immersive quality of reading, and living with, a great novel. It is Davies' uncommon skill as a narrative storyteller that isn't really present in his looser, dreamier early work, but is showcased to expert effect in his later films, not least the utterly engrossing Sunset Song. While this shift would typically be ascribed to "maturation," it is more likely connected to Davies' twice-repeated conviction that "content dictates form, every time."

Another key aspect that characterizes Davies' later, non-autobiographical films is the stunning performances of their lead actresses, from Gena Rowlands to Gillian Anderson to Rachel Weisz (and I expect great things from Cynthia Nixon as Emily Dickinson in Davies' forthcoming A Quiet Passion!). Agyness Deyn, though less famous (for now) than the others aforementioned, is certainly no less remarkable; her performance here is as powerful and nuanced as any on film in recent memory. Deyn, who was also present at last night's screening (wearing a baggy grey hoodie that contrasted sharply with the film's rustic WWI-era costumes), displayed real, palpable affection for her director. Davies', and DP Michael McDonough's, affection for her is expressed in every exquisite frame of Sunset Song. Before the screening started, Davies asked of the audience, "Watch it with your hearts, we made it with ours." So I did, and it made for a moviegoing experience I won't soon forget.
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2016's top five albums:

05. This Is Acting
04. The Life of Pablo
03. The Hope Six Demolition Project
02. Lemonade
01. The legendary bounty of unreleased Prince material that might finally see the light of day, perhaps (???) by year's end

ESSENTIAL NOTE: Numbers 2 and 4 would absolutely, positively not have been possible without the creative precedent(s) established by Prince. Their creators are, in fact, our two most substantially Prince-like contemporary artists, by which I mean, in the first place, superstars who couldn't possibly ever not be; and more specifically, self-involved visionaries obsessed with love/sex, black culture/their place within it, 'royal' iconography, the provocative potential of fashion and self-presentation, and - esp. in Kanye's case - religion.

Thursday

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This one really hurts.

Monday

My thoughts exactly:

Every time Sanders is challenged on how he plans to get his agenda through Congress and past the special interests, he responds that the "political revolution" that sweeps him into office will somehow be the magical instrument of the monumental changes he describes. This is a vague, deeply disingenuous idea that ignores the reality of modern America. With the narrow power base and limited political alliances that Sanders had built in his years as the democratic socialist senator from Vermont, how does he possibly have a chance of fighting such entrenched power?
I have been to the revolution before. It ain't happening.
On the other hand, Hillary Clinton is one of the most qualified candidates for the presidency in modern times, as was Al Gore. We cannot forget what happened when Gore lost and George W. Bush was elected and became arguably one of the worst presidents in American history. The votes cast for the fantasy of Ralph Nader were enough to cost Gore the presidency. Imagine what a similar calculation would do to this country if a "protest vote" were to put the presidency, Congress and the Supreme Court all in the hands of the extreme right wing that now controls the Republican Party.
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Rolling Stone has championed the "youth vote" since 1972, when 18-year-olds were first given the right to vote. The Vietnam War was a fact of daily life then, and Sen. George McGovern, the liberal anti-war activist from South Dakota, became the first vessel of young Americans, and Hunter S. Thompson wrote our first presidential-campaign coverage. We worked furiously for McGovern. We failed; Nixon was re-elected in a landslide. But those of us there learned a very clear lesson: America chooses its presidents from the middle, not from the ideological wings. We are faced with that decision again.
In 2016, what does the "youth vote" want? As always, I think it has to do with idealism, integrity and authenticity, a candidate who will tell it like it is. It is intoxicating to be a part of great hopes and dreams — in 2016 it's called "feeling the Bern." You get a sense of "authenticity" when you hear Sanders talking truth to power, but there is another kind of authenticity, which may not feel as good but is vitally important, when Clinton speaks honestly about what change really requires, about incremental progress, about building on what Obama has achieved in the arenas of health care, clean energy, the economy, the expansion of civil rights. There is an inauthenticity in appeals to anger rather than to reason, for simplified solutions rather than ones that stand a chance of working. This is true about Donald Trump, and lamentably also true about Sanders.

Tuesday

Addenda
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The ten best films I've seen since compiling this top 100 of the half-decade list:

01. The Witch (Eggers)
02. The Assassin (Hou)
03. Sunset Song (Davies)
04. Knight of Cups (Malick)
05. Inside Out (Docter)
06. Magic Mike XXL (Jacobs)
07. Girlhood (Sciamma)
08. Bridge of Spies (Spielberg)
09. Spotlight (McCarthy)
10. Carol (Haynes)

Monday

Unknown Pleasures
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Come for The Life of Pablo (didn't we all?), stay for the great, hitherto unheard Shakira live record (her "Nothing Else Matters" cover rivals Bif Naked's) and easily overlooked gems like Colleen Green's I Want to Grow Up.

Saturday

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within this execrable discursive climate. And here in his hometown, no less!

Monday

You just haven't earned it yet, baby


Just because.

Saturday

This Globe and Mail article is excellent, harrowing, and deeply important. Everyone should read it.

Monday

Movie of the Year
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I have not seen nearly as many new films this year as I do most years--being the parent of a seven year-old kid, I think I've seen more animated features than not--but even if I had, I strongly suspect that Hou Hsiao-hsien's astonishing The Assassin would still, by a formidable margin, be my movie-of-the-year pick. Even by Hou's superlative standards, his latest work is exquisite and thoroughly entrancing, so strange and enigmatic, yet elegant, in its rhythms. It also provides more compelling evidence for why Hou is our greatest narrative filmmaker: that is, specifically, because he manages, at once, to work within the basic, essential constraints of narrative stoytelling and to subtly subvert every pro forma rule of plot and character. This is particularly pertinent given that Hou is operating within a genre, the wuxia drama, with such distinct rules and tropes. There is a story here, and a fascinating one, with a beginning, a middle, and an end. But the relationships between characters, and the connections betweens events, are as ethereal and shifting as the streaks of light and shadow that Hou, as ever, employs to masterful effect. The causes and meanings underlying the events of the narrative--the political and familial feuds, obscure details of history or legend--are purposefully dwarfed by the majestic enormity of the natural landscape, which Hou and DP Mark Li Ping-bin capture in stunning, painterly compositions that are formally classical but never remotely obvious. The fight sequences, occurring in fits and starts and often abruptly abbreviated or de-emphasized within the frame, further underscore the small-scale quality of human relations against the longue durée history of a natural environment that still, in the ninth century, wholly overwhelmed all human societies--even purportedly powerful empires. This fundamental aspect of the distant (premodern, pre-industrial) past has rarely been captured so purely or expressively on film.

Tuesday


I was honestly just going to post some observation about how Donald Trump has, rather shockingly, evolved from a mere idiot and asshole into nothing less than the American Marine Le Pen--if not, perhaps, Jean-Marie Le Pen--but the New Yorker beat me (and no doubt many others) very precisely to the punch. (They even sort of look alike, no?) As John Oliver reminded us, the European far right is quite a different animal from the North American far right. Now, the only thing distinguishing the hateful rhetoric here from there is the language in which it's delivered. What is more horrifying still, both Trump and Le Pen have at least a semi-realistic chance of getting themselves elected, thanks entirely to the lowest common denominator of humanity in their respective countries. Good on the politicians who've expressed disgust at Trump's insane proposals. Martin O'Malley put it best.

Monday

If pressed...
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At this precise moment, I would say this is a pretty fair accounting of the 25 films and albums that I like the most (with zero effort made to diversify w/r/t directors/artists):

01. Days of Heaven (Malick)
02. Au hasard Balthazar (Bresson)
03. The Passion of Joan of Arc (Dreyer)
04. Citizen Kane (Welles)
05. The Magnificent Ambersons (Welles)
06. Sunrise (Murnau)
07. Before Sunrise/Before Sunset/Before Midnight (Linklater)
08. The Night of the Hunter (Laughton)
09. Flowers of Shanghai (Hou)
10. Barry Lyndon (Kubrick)
11. Vertigo (Hitchcock)
12. The Tree of Life (Malick)
13. Taste of Cherry (Kiarostami)
14. Histoire(s) du Cinema (Godard)
15. Boyhood (Linklater)
16. Chimes at Midnight (Welles)
17. Tokyo Story (Ozu)
18. The New World (Malick)
19. Nosferatu (Murnau)
20. Sátántangó (Tarr)
21. Diary of a Country Priest (Bresson)
22. Eyes Wide Shut (Kubrick)
23. City Lights (Chaplin)
24. Touch of Evil (Welles)
25. The Thin Red Line (Malick)

01. The Smiths, The Queen Is Dead
02. PJ Harvey, 4-Track Demos
03. PJ Harvey, To Bring You My Love
04. Van Morrison, Astral Weeks
05. The Smiths, Rank
06. Dusty Springfield, Dusty in Memphis
07. Kathleen Edwards, Asking for Flowers
08. X, Wild Gift
09. Jay-Z, The Blueprint
10. Sleater-Kinney, Call the Doctor
11. Love, Forever Changes
12. Prince, Sign 'o' the Times
13. John Lennon, Plastic Ono Band
14. Bruce Springsteen, Nebraska
15. The Beatles, Rubber Soul
16. Sleater-Kinney, Dig Me Out
17. The Smiths, Hatful of Hollow
18. James Brown, Live at the Apollo
19. Prince and the Revolution, Purple Rain
20. Radiohead, Kid A
21. Nirvana, MTV Unplugged in New York
22. The Beatles, Revolver
23. Talking Heads, Remain in Light
24. Morrissey, Vauxhall and I
25. PJ Harvey, Let England Shake

Friday

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Perhaps Thomas Jefferson didn't exactly write, "Every man has two countries - his own and France"--but he should have.

Nous sommes tous Français.

Nous sommes tous Parisiens.

Wednesday

Holy shit!


This track off the new Grimes record is amazing and addictive. I can't stop listening to it.

Monday

Reasons to be Thankful
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Situated between the Canadian and American Thanksgivings:

01. Family
02. Friends
03. The Dawn of the Justin Trudeau Era
04. The End of the Stephen Harper Era
05. Carly Rae Jepsen
06. John Oliver
07. Donald Trump's (finally) faltering poll numbers (though isn't Carson in some respects just the kinder, gentler, less-racist-only-by-default Trump?)
08. Despite Grantland's sad demise, FiveThirtyEight is still with us (for now anyway).
09. It is 18ºC/65ºF on Nov. 2nd in NYC.
10. See above re. family/friends. Also: Trudeau/Harper. (I miss Canada :()