Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist (or: "I'm Getting too Old for this $#!&")

I'd read a good review or two for "Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist", and while some of the items the reviewer called out as genius didn't sound all that genius to me, I figured that when Jamie wanted to see a movie on Friday night, a comedy was a better bet than grim western "Appaloosa", which I still want to see.

Friday is the one night I dread for going to the movies. It's people getting off work and "going out", but NOT just going to a bar to talk. Instead, they tend to go to the movies to talk. And so it was that the couple next to us showed up, on what appeared to be a first date or a date early on in a relationship.

A minute into the movie, the gentleman explained to his date, at full volume, why he never takes a personal day (apparently, they're for wimps...), and that he doesn't need time off to deal with his personal problems, unlike Michael Cera.

I had to ask them to shut up. Which, I hope, somehow put the first negative spin on what I was hoping would be a cratering evening for the pair.

by the way: HEAVY SPOILERS

Here's the plot to "Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist":

High school senior Nick is dumped just before the movie begins by his girlfriend that none of his friends like. Norah doesn't know Nick, but goes to school with his ex. Nick and Norah meet at a bar where Nick's band is playing in a "only in a movie" meet-cute. Nick's pals realize that Norah is perfect for him (why, we are never told) and set them up, while they try to take Norah's drunk friend home to free their pal up to maneuver.

Nick and Norah kinda/ sorta travel around New York looking for a "secret" show by the impossibly hip sounding band "Fluffy Bunny". Drunk girl escapes and causes problems for all. To nobody's surprise, despite a handful of disagreements, Nick and Norah hook-up, which is movie-speak for "fall in love".

The End.

I wasn't a fan of the movie.

If I were between, maybe, 13 and 23, I think maybe I would have found it more entertaining, as the movie paints a very idealized version of teen-age love. And, honestly, in a world of post-Clueless, Mean Girls, American Pie, what-have you... at least this movie kinda-sorta felt at least a bit natural rather than frankensteined from pieces of a Hollywood screenplay morgue.

The acting of the young cast was naturalistic, the actors sort-of looked age appropriate, and it was mostly free of the gelled-LA-thing that permeates so much of teen-fare, no matter where the movie is to take place. This movie is very firmly entrenched in the world of kids from the suburbs of Manhattan who regularly come into the city on weekends to rock out. And one gets the feeling that this world is very real, but as foreign to me as a movie from Bollywood.

I think relate-ability is kind of where the movie started to fall apart for me. And then it all came back full circle with the feeling you were watching friends on a night out who are just being annoying (all too relate-able).

Neither titular character has much in the way of a spine, and is loosely defined as "the nice one" from their little gang. Which means both spend the first part of the movie going with whatever flow others impose upon them (not all bad for a high school "it happens in one night" flick). But when together, the two seemed sort of oddly passive-aggressive with one another, to the point where you don't necessarily see WHY the movie is insisting these two belong together.

Like the Peanuts gang, there's very little in the sense of any adult presence, and no parents are seen (which makes sense, in context), but as the movie is about kids, the lack of any 4:00 AM calls from parents wondering where the heck their angels were didn't make me necessarily feel the movie was disingenuous... but it also informed me that the movie was about those kids you meet in high school who are shocked (shocked!) to hear that your parents care where you are as their parents would never, ever ask.

It's also established early on that Norah and her friend are rich kids, who apparently go out to clubs that serve minors, and who kowtow to Norah because her father is some mysterious but important character (which, when its revealed who the guy is... doesn't really follow that Norah would be a 17-year old given access to any club in the tri-state area, etc... at least not in 2008).

I'm aware there is such a sub-culture, and perhaps things are different in Manhattan amongst the rich kids (that seems to be the case from Metropolitan to Gossip Girl. The movie "Kids" would inform you that a lack of parental oversight is simply commonplace in all five burroughs, cutting across class and race). It just, in no way, felt like a high school movie to me despite the grounding of the kids as high school seniors. Again, lack of relatability. Maybe if they'd been in the first year of college, but...

A large part of the plot revolves around all of the characters trying to track down Norah's pal, Caroline, who is the prototypical drunk high school girl (which is not as cute and funny as the film assumes). The movie makes little effort to make Caroline sympathetic, and so it's a bit odd that the audience gets dragged along for so much of the enabling B-plot.

The other B-plot is the relationship we're supposed to believe Nick had with his ex, "Tris", which the movie maybe doesn't need to explain why Nick was so ga-ga for the girl (we're told she's really good looking), but it would have helped. Especially as the movie relishes so much in showing how she's an awful, awful person. But it would have been nice to see SOMETHING about her Nick was supposed to like. The actress playing Tris also seemed suited better for a "Mean Girls" style flick, and sort of stood out, but I thought that was kind of the point (even if I didn't really agree with it).

Tris is also really awful to Norah before Nick ever enters Norah's picture. This is never explained, and seems, kinda/ sorta unnecessary.

Really, motivation for pretty much anybody doing ANYTHING in the movie is sort of up in the air. We're never really sure why Nick's pals decide that Norah is the girl for him. And as the movie sets up a pretty great number of conflicting moments between its titular characters (all of which Nick must back down from), why these two are supposedly such a perfect pair is kind of left up to the imagination. Especially when both of the characters seem like doormats for everyone else in the movie, and both have someone else vying for their attention.

In fact, I walked out of the movie wondering how Nick hadn't just set himself up to be a doormat for yet another girl, this time with more to hang over his head than the girl who was merely good looking. He sort of backs down to everyone in the movie, and doesn't really stand up for himself to Norah when, really, they're both being bratty, but Norah has no particular moral high ground. One foresees the first-month-of-college phone call in Nick's future where his girlfriend dumps him for a barista named "Iggy" who isn't a total push-over and who introduces her to bands equally as obscure and cool as Fluffy Bunny.

Because the movie is in love with name-dropping of music as only high schoolers can do (and the editors at Pitchfork), there's a suggestion that their mutual love of Fluffy Bunny is some sort of cosmic sign. Your mileage on this may vary. It's not that I don't buy high schoolers buying into this sort of thing, but as an adult... it seemed a tenuous connection at best.

Those looking for the same sort of gin-induced banter and hi-jinks one might have found between Nick and Nora Charles of the "Thin Man" films, you're going to be disappointed. I'm not suggesting that Michael Cera and Kat Dennings don't have good on-screen chemistry as two crazy kids who fall for each other in the scenes where they're not squabbling. But their dialog and interaction is a far cry from whatever the title was suggesting we'd get out of the pair. Luckily, the chance that most of the audience has seen a Thin Man film is nearly next to zero. Crisis averted.

Aside from the building romance, there's just not much plot to hold onto, and part of me was more interested in what the story was with Nick's bandmates and the fellow they'd picked up. (By the way: It's 2008, the black magical friend for teen movies has been replaced by the gay magical friends.)

MAJOR SPOILER BELOW:

The movie decides its important that Nick and Norah actually consummate their newly acquired love. Perhaps not unrealistic for teens in any day or age, but I wasn't entirely on board with that particular decision by the filmmakers, either. Mostly, it told me more about the folks who made the movie than about the characters, and what they saw as a necessary and natural step at the end of the flick.

But one I saw as potentially messy for everyone involved. Nick had, after all, been brooding over a completely different girl about five hours before and learned Norah's last name about fifteen minutes before. Not to mention Norah's somewhat own tumultuous evening. So... I dunno. It just felt... weird. And kind of desperate. As an audience member, I sort of wondered if either Nick or Norah were going to feel sort of weird about things the next day.

I was equally confused as to whether we were to believe Nick and Norah had good sex because they were in love (I think that's what the movie was trying to say), or that being in love equates to good sex. It's minor, but it's a distinction nonetheless.

But it wasn't too hard to imagine Norah not picking up the phone to call Nick the next day and writing the whole thing off.

END MAJOR SPOILER

On the whole, the movie just made me feel old.

Maybe the movie was realistic enough that I just felt irritated with things which irritated me back in the day. And part of me wonders, when I see a movie like this, if I'm just that out of touch. Probably.

Hipster teens will love this movie. Its going to be the hot soundtrack, I'd guess, so full of the hip music of the generation that I am not a part of and which I don't keep up with.

I certainly felt like the old man wishing the darn kids would get off his lawn, wondering where their parents were, if kids in NYC have the carte blanche on public intoxication and getting into bars that the movie suggests, and generally not feeling sorry for attention-starved teenage drunk girls (a demographic for which I had no sympathy the first time around, and frequently abandoned, unlike the film. Which is probably why I resented that subplot to such a degree.).

All of that said... it's a step in a better direction for teen-romance movies. This movie at least had one foot in some kind of reality, even if its not suburban whitebread. And I certainly can't lay claim to any knowledge of what the kids are up to (but if Newsweek is any indication... its all about prescription drugs with the kids), but it also wasn't as embarrassing as other movies.

In the tradition of "all in one night movies", its still a light year behind American Graffiti, and not as interesting or funny as Dazed and Confused. It's nowhere near as schmaltzy as "Before Sunrise". And has less explosions than "Die Hard" parts 1 and 2.

I Work in A Sci-Fi Landscape

Today I woke up early, so I just showered and headed into work, arriving around 7:30, rather than 8:00. Apparently traffic flow at 7:00 on a Friday is completely different from 7:20 on a Thursday, which took, I might add, a lot longer (I made up the time yesterday. Shut up.).

UT alum will recall that the entryway to the PCL opens into a high and wide area, befitting UT's main library (the UGL no longer folds books and is now, actually, the Flawn Center). I was surprised to see that, apparently while most UT staff is off-site, the library is given over to janitors from THE FUTURE.

It was impressive enough to see two dudes walking around with huge Ghostbuster-style contraptions on their backs, that I realized were vacuums. They looked a bit like this, or this, I guess.

But I also saw a device so magnificent... it defied description... It's called the Chariot Vac.

The Chariot Vac is a sort of riding vacuum, with a superior turning radius. I sort of had this vision of getting on one of those while wearing a helmet and carrying a mace to see if you could even get the grad students to look up from their books.

But, mostly, it was seeing the Chariot Vac in motion beneath the twinkle and hum of the flourescents in the lobby of the PCL and its dream of what a huge university library of the future would look like as designed in the 70's projecting to the year 2000.

update, B&B, Changeling, Watchmen

Rudy Ray Moore RIP

This is pretty much for Shoemaker, but...

Yeah, dude. Dolemite is dead. Sorry about that.

Long live the Dolemite.


Update

Hey, Leaguers. Not much to report. With the new job in hand, I've been taking it easy of late. Ran by Austin Books yesterday and picked up a mess of stuff (I recommend picking up the latest Superman books, including the New Krypton Special.

It's official. The Superman books are the best they've been in recent memory.

I' m getting to know people at work, and while the Austin branch of my team is small, at least I really like everyone. If it were a small team full of jerks... well... It'd be bad news.

I'm digging my office space (it's quiet, so ADD boy here can focus!). It's just a weird shade of green.

The weekend will be good. I'm going to the UT/ OSU game, and then hitting "Hops Fest II: The Hoppening" at Shoemaker's on Saturday. Sunday will be more of the bringing crap downstairs stuff we've come to know and love. I also need to take a look at my Supersuit for proper Halloween candy distribution.

I do find it odd that, aside from 1999, I don't know if I've ever been involved in anyone else's Halloween activities. Somehow that's the one holiday where my pals seem to wind up hanging out with friends where I don't fit on their Buddy Venn Diagram.

No worries. We like handing out the candy. Speaking of... I need to get:

a) candy
b) apples
c) caramel

Batman: Brave and the Bold

Here's the show's website (with audio... so turn down speakers if at work). The show premiers in November, I think. I saw images from ComicCon, and, yeah... Jamie, I'm buying the Blue Beetle toy they're going to make.

Here's Beetle fighting space pirate Kanjar-Ro.


Changeling

That new Clint Eastwood movie with Angelina Jolie? It seems to have been written by J. Michael Straczynski. JMS is probably most famous for 90's era sci-fi show "Babylon 5" (which hasn't really done much on DVD or re-runs). JMS is also now a pretty popular comic writer, and had what I thought to be a good run on Spider-Man.

Anyway, good for JMS. Glad he's got movie work going on as well as the comics.


Watchmen Stuff

I recommend Television Without Pity's new feature "Trailers without Pity". Their Watchmen discussion is your perfect breakdown of what both fanboy and non-nerd alike may wish to know about the upcoming movie.



What Omar and Pedro either missed or oversimplified was their comparison of the Watchmen characters to DC characters (Dr. Manhattan to Superman). The fanboy in me must point out: this is wrong.

Moore had initially intended to use characters owned by Charlton comics, which DC had purchased in the 1980's. However, DC decided to fold those characters into the DCU rather than let Moore do his thing, so Moore just changed who was who. But if you know those characters, it kinda makes more sense than Dr. Manhattan equals Superman.

Night Owl = Blue Beetle (including the generational aspect)
Dr. Manhattan = Captain Atom
Rorschach = The Question (which, in turn, informed how the JLU Question was portrayed)
Comedian - Peacemaker (now in Blue Beetle at DC)
Ozymandias = Thunderbolt
Silk Spectre = Most likely "Phantom Lady"

May I get my nerd-card stamped and get my free sandwich? Thanks.


Also, Zach Snyder cut together another Watchmen trailer, which is pretty much the first trailer all over again.

Problems with Flashbacks

Mike Sterling at Progressive Ruin posted this clip, which triggered a memory left untapped since... God, I have no idea.




This fits somewhere in the swirl of memory from my formative years of:

The Letter Men
Sigmund the Sea Monster (recently optioned for a feature film, btw)
Banana Splits
Gigglesnort Hotel
The Great Space Coaster
The New Zoo Revue (which they were still airing in Houston on Sunday mornings as recently as last year)

and all the other forgotten children's programming of the 1970's that was being generated by counter-culture deadbeats with a budget.

Seeing this clip, which I had completely forgotten about, caused such a rush of memory that I got a bit nauseous, and not just because of the liberal use of color and frames rate in the video.

It's all still trapped up there. Sometimes something jars it free when you least expect it.

Austin Books, Terminator, Job, Werewolves, Superman and Batman

Special Thanks to Brad @ Austin Books

Service, Leaguers.

It's not something you expect in this day and age of dead-end call centers and box-store "it's against our policy" wage-slave assistant managers (screw you, Target).

Anyway, a while back I mentioned to Brad at Austin Books that I'd like a copy of the Middleman collection, as Jamie and I were both fans of the TV show. Brad knew it was sold out in the store, and double-checked to find that it was also out at the distributor. Alas. What's a comic geek to do?

I should mention, I looked elsewhere online afterward, and it was sold out. Everywhere.

Today I got an e-mail from Brad. I don't know how he did it, but he landed a copy for me and Jamie.

Once again, the hat is off to Austin Books.


Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

I'm still watching the Terminator TV show. It's still one of the better things on TV.

As per other shows like "Battlestar Galactica", mixing the episodic with the serial and an adult's perspective has led to a far more engaging, character driven show than, say, the original Knight Rider.

Shirley Manson (the singer from Garbage) is now on the show as a Terminator, and she's increasingly creepy. For someone without an extensive acting resume, she's impressing me.

In general, the whole show feels very well thought out. They haven't perfected the issues with time travel (which would drive JimD mad), and its occasionally a somewhat hopeless experience as, unlike T2, they're not trying to stop the future from happening, they've sort of accepted its an inevitability, so its much more about just surviving until they pass some certain point in the timeline when the Terminators won't be coming for John Connor.


The Job

A few people have asked what I'm doing for a living. I'm working for these guys as a program coordinator. It's not exactly too technical to explain, but I won't bore you with details.

It's a pretty cool project, and I feel lucky to have found something like this. Still getting my head around all the moving parts, and I have a LOT of people to meet and get to know across the great state of Texas, so the ramp-up is going to be interesting.

The Howling

Jason already mentioned we watched this movie over at his blog, but I also dug it. Sure, the FX are about what you'd expect for a 70's horror flick, but the story was surprisingly engaging and the movie well directed (story by John Sayles and directed by Joe Dante, so go figure).

It's always interesting to see a movie that you can point to as a start of a trend in genre, no matter how niche that genre might be, and even if modern creators aren't aware that's where the trend began. But... anyway...


Some Superman and Batman Stuff

Batsignal humor

A nice cartoon about why Superman is a bad fit for a Batman movie

Thanks to Randy for both.

With the Morrison/ Quitely All Star Superman wrapped, Grant Morrison does a multipart interview with Newsarama.

Here's part 1

I'm going to quote liberally here, so go to Newsarama and click on a bunch of ads so they don't sue me.

But, anyway, I see a lot of why my vision of Superman jives so well with Morrison's (and keep in mind, we both love Batman, too). There's also a bit of a spoiler, but... oh, well...

I immersed myself in Superman and I tried to find in all of these very diverse approaches the essential “Superman–ness” that powered the engine. I then extracted, purified and refined that essence and drained it into All Star’s tank, recreating characters as my own dream versions, without the baggage of strict continuity.

In the end, I saw Superman not as a superhero or even a science fiction character, but as a story of Everyman. We’re all Superman in our own adventures. We have our own Fortresses of Solitude we retreat to, with our own special collections of valued stuff, our own super–pets, our own “Bottle Cities” that we feel guilty for neglecting. We have our own peers and rivals and bizarre emotional or moral tangles to deal with.

I felt I’d really grasped the concept when I saw him as Everyman, or rather as the dreamself of Everyman. That “S” is the radiant emblem of divinity we reveal when we rip off our stuffy shirts, our social masks, our neuroses, our constructed selves, and become who we truly are.

Batman is obviously much cooler, but that’s because he’s a very energetic and adolescent fantasy character: a handsome billionaire playboy in black leather with a butler at this beck and call, better cars and gadgetry than James Bond, a horde of fetish femme fatales baying around his heels and no boss. That guy’s Superman day and night.

Superman grew up baling hay on a farm. He goes to work, for a boss, in an office. He pines after a hard–working gal. Only when he tears off his shirt does that heroic, ideal inner self come to life. That’s actually a much more adult fantasy than the one Batman’s peddling but it also makes Superman a little harder to sell. He’s much more of a working class superhero, which is why we ended the whole book with the image of a laboring Superman.

He’s Everyman operating on a sci–fi Paul Bunyan scale. His worries and emotional problems are the same as ours... except that when he falls out with his girlfriend, the world trembles.

New Trek

Lock Phasers

So, before I forget again, here are photos of the new Trek movie coming our way soon (at Warp 10! snort snort)

EW pics here.

I think Kirk looks a lot young to be a Star Fleet captain, but that's ignoring the legend of the Kobayashi Maru, which probably will be ignored by the new films.

I was never a full-on Trekker, or even a Trekkie. And I sort of lost interest in Trek except enough to know who the Captains were of the various ships/ shows. And, honestly, the Next Generation movies just weren't very awesome. So... Yeah, I'm down with new Trek.

I can only hope they bring on The Gorn.

Started, Merchandising, Baby Bug

Started

New job started today. Looks like its going to be really interesting. Anyway, expect short posts this week until I get my feet under me and am no longer adjusting to getting up a bit earlier.

My office is a curious shade of green. It's sort of like the same green as Jamie's home office, but a smidge brighter. I also have huge windows that open onto... a long, white hallway. Luckily, I also have mini-blinds which I will never open. My office is in the basement level of a huge, windowless building (UT people will remember the PCL as a large, cement block).

I have need of going up two flights (long flights, if you recall PCL) ona frequent basis, so I will try to use the stairs and see if I cannot become slightly more healthy.

Also, my bosses seem cool. Smart, smart guys and they've got a plan I can get behind. The guys I'm sharing space with in the basement are both pretty cool so far, too.

Help Me Update the LoM Store

I haven't really updated the League of Melbotis shop at Cafe Press in a long, long time. Mostly because I don't remember anyone actually buying anything from the shop.

But I'm going to mess with the store again here fairly soon. After all, who doesn't want to think of League of Melbotis as a lifestyle product?

When you think "League of Melbotis", what is the first thing that pops into your head? What might look good on the side of a coffee cup? What might be good on a t-shirt?

In short... help me make a mint off your ideas.

Erica (Bug) Foster has a kid

KOHS alumni and the Trinity crew will be interested to know Erica Sevigny (formerly Foster) and her husband, Scott, have welcomed a new lil' gangsta into the world.

From the e-mail: Isaac arrived October 20th at 12:08 p.m. weighing in at 6 pounds and 13 oz. and 20 3/4 inches long

I hope Erica still found time for a good lunch.

Bug will make a good mom. Plus, next week is her birthday. So happy B-day to 2/3rds of the Sevigny's.