![]() ![]() You do get a cookie for not being a clueless bigot. ![]() This is not to say that no one can ever make a work of art about people outside their own peer group, more that that increases the importance of knowing what you’re talking about if you do so, and not doing it to make yourself look good. Which is to say, no more films by straight people patting themselves on the back for noticing that LGBT people exist, no more white auto-fellatio at the spiritual awakenings granted white protagonists by proximity to people of color, no more First World cooing over how utterly homo sapiens-like Third World people are revealed to be, and so on. On second thought, go right ahead! This would be hilarious.Īpologies for cheating slightly on this question (most of the cultural movements and/or milestones I’ve dreaded seeing filmed already have been, because dreams may sometimes come true but nightmares always do, to coin a potential song lyric), but the thing I’d like to see go away forever is fiction written by “allies” of a given oppressed group made primarily for the moral self-gratification of the ally. Nothing can improve on Gimme Shelter, and I don’t think I could handle a dramatization where Russell Brand plays Mick Jagger, Zac Efron does Keith Richards and Justin Bieber plays the Hells Angel who angrily glares at Jagger all through the show. I hope nobody ever tries to make a Parkland-style docudrama about the disastrous Rolling Stones concert at Altamont in December, 1969, where a guy was stabbed during the show. Probably just as Debbie Harry and the rest feel about that movie (not that I’d have a character based on me or anything). Gimme a movie called Coney Island High or The Wetlands about that era and I’ll cringe - but also secretly be amused. That’s what I thought of first via the CBGBs thing. I’m both amazed and glad that the ska craze of the ’90s, of which I was way too immersed in, never really caused a stir this far into mainstream media. I just… can’t.Ĭhristopher Campbell, Nonfics, So many of my aesthetic inclinations and sensibilities come from hearing Sebadoh III 27,835 times and trying to convince everyone that Alien Lanes is the greatest musical experience of our lifetime. Mascis feuding with Ryan Reynolds as Lou Barlow, especially not a scene of Reynolds/Barlow drunkenly scribbling the words to “The Freed Pig.” Or that moment when Bob Nastanovich yelled at Gary Young in a hotel room. I pray to the movie heavens weekly that we never see a film about 90’s indie rock because I don’t want to watch Judah Friedlander as J. Robert Greene, Sight & Sound, Hammer to Nail Oscars 2023: Best Adapted Screenplay Predictions 'Piggy' Review: Carlota Pereda's Searing Feminist Horror Turns Body Shame to Bloody Games And then we’d get Dane DeHaan or somebody as Boy George and do they really want to hurt me? Yes, apparently they do.ĭavid Gordon Green Explains How the Horror of 'Halloween Kills' Led to Its 'Very Romantic' Sequel Sure, it would be hilarious to watch the architects of the music-video revolution observe - to a contemporary audience’s ironic amusement - how they’ve saved the recording industry, and everyone can go about the business of printing money with no potential problems in sight. Mostly, I have visions of second-tier actors trying to do impersonations of Simon Le Bon, Billy Idol, Michael Jackson and Madonna, with all the horrifying hairstyles and garish costumes that would entail. I have this bone-deep dread that, at some point, someone will try to adapt Rob Tannenbaum and Craig Marks’ oral history “I Want my MTV.” It’s not so much because I’m so desperately nostalgic for the era that I fear they just won’t get the music, man.
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