blackouts fade into fresh lemonade and late night serenades

birth of cool

I once took a class called "The Concept of Cool and Its Circulation." It was an anthropology class in which we read lofty theorists' views of "cool." Their ideas rather muddled the already elusive notion and gave no conclusive definition of what it takes or means to be cool. I suppose that makes sense because the idea is completely subjective, but as someone who has always been obsessed with the concept (or rather the concept of not being cool) the class wholly bothered me. I am still on my search of cool and I recently stumbled upon this rad site, which I fell for. It's called "the impossible cool." I'm not sure if that refers to it being impossible to be as cool as the men photographed on the site or if being cool is altogether impossible. (I lean toward the latter.) Either way, this blog somewhat poses that to be cool you must be iconic-ly gorgeous and wear a mean pout. I'll work on that asap.

But the impossible cool's newest site presents a more diplomatic approach: "A Conversation on Cool." This idea of cool is offered, along with some others:

Cool is effortless. Cool is soulful, an inner peace and calm within that’s radiated outward. Cool isn’t afraid to say or do anything. The uncool is. Cool is magnetic.

JHU FILM FESTIVAL

JHU FILM FESTIVAL

APRIL 16-18th, 2010

BALTIMORE, MD

Johns Hopkins Film Fest 2010 from Carlos Valdes-Lora on Vimeo.

APRIL 25, 2010 - EARTH DAY

CELEBRATE THE 40TH ANNIVERSARY OF EARTH DAY

APRIL 25TH, 11AM-7PM

THE NATIONAL MALL

WASHINGTON D.C.

Join the climate rally in D.C. with the billions of people around the globe in celebrating Earth Day. It is time to stop protecting polluters and enact comprehensive climate legislation that will create American jobs, cap carbon emissions, and secure our nation's future. Passion Pit, Sting, John Legend, The Roots, and more will be performing on Sunday too. What could be better than supporting a worthy cause while seeing a free concert? There will also be speakers, including director James Cameron and author Margaret Atwood. Oh, and did I mention free transportation?

Climate Rally

Sign the Petition

Help Make a Difference

flash delirium

The music video for Flash Delirium, off of MGMT's newest album Congratulations, has high production quality and, at times, a bizarre Royal Tenenbaums-esque quality to it. If only the song actually had the same energy that the video does. There seems to be a discrepancy between the vibrance of the video's actions and the disinterested sound MGMT gives the song. But unsurprisingly, the clean look of the music video explodes into a messy mash up of images and even sounds that seem to be there simply for shock value.

swimming by florence + the machine

bonus track on florence + the machine's debut album lungs. phenomenal.

shelter with an english fry up

The English company London Undercover created this umbrella. An unusual print for a "brolly," but there's nothing like a full English breakfast to keep your spirits up when dodging raindrops. They also make a line of more subdued umbrellas here: www.londonundercover.co.uk

17

To risk harping on one artist, Sky Ferreira's music video of 17 was released Tuesday. Quite the saucy vixen for a minor. The music video itself is nothing groundbreaking, but the song is infectious. I can't and don't get enough of that voice - still waiting for her album to drop...

watch here.

bumpin to

© Julie Blackmon

Downtight - Stevie Wonder vs. Jay Sean ft. Lil' Wayne

Keep the Lights On - Wave Machine

Under the Sheets - Ellie Goulding

Up Up and Away - Kid Cudi

Rome - Phoenix ft. Devendra Banhart

I Want You Back - Discovery

watch out

In July 2009 I wrote about this 17-year old siren. In August I worked with her on Putty Hill. Today she is rising up, starting to shoot up through the LA pop music sidewalk cracks. When her album drops, be one of the few who already knows her. I recommend her cover of Stevie Nicks' "Stand Back."

She's here here and even here.

Sky Ferreira Fuck Yeah

short and extremely satisfying.

largehearted boy

Maybe we don't buy CDs anymore because we're unsure of what we're getting. Why pay for crap we don't want to listen to? Largehearted Boy has a solution. Listen (stream) a CD before buying it. This way I now know not to waste my money or space on my hard-drive with the "Almost Alice" soundtrack. Maybe the Alice in Wonderland score by Danny Elfman will prove to be better.

thanks to AL.

Saint John of Las Vegas

Saint John of Las Vegas is a somewhat amusing attempt by first time director and screenwriter Hue Rhodes. The movie has its definite moments as an indie journey film, studded with bizarre characters and droll situations. But it leaves the audience relatively unsatisfied, especially if they are unfamiliar with Dante.

Saint John hooks its viewers with the film’s casting. One of its few redeeming qualities are the movie’s actors. Famed Steve Buscemi plays the movie’s namesake (John Alighieri), a man who has moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico to escape his gambling addiction and past. Saint John satirizes the “ideal” life of living in a gated community and working in a cubicle at an insurance claims office. Buscemi captures the idiosyncrasies of a semi-reformed gambler who is struggling to cope with his newly mundane life. He adds most of the much needed and desired entertainment to the film.

Likewise, the supporting characters undertake such comedic tasks as well. Sarah Silverman, best known for her stand-up comedy, plays Buscemi’s love interest. And while the two have virtually no chemistry and don’t mesh further than the exchange of witty dialogue, Silverman immerses herself in her character, Jill. Jill is the office cutie. She teeters between blatant sexuality and innocence with her cleavage revealing outfits and her complete obsession with smiley faces.

John’s boss (Peter Dinklage) has a small role but he too adds some fleeting humor. Tim Blake Nelson’s appearance as a nudist and John Cho as a man on fire also serve similar purposes. They are there to be funny, but add little to Saint John’s meaning or narrative.

When John goes to ask his boss for a raise, he is instead sent to investigate an insurance fraud case with his coworker, Virgil (Romany Malco, from 40 Year Old Virgin and “Weeds”). This is where things begin to unravel. The two set out on a road trip to inspect the story of a stripper involved in a car crash that their company believes is fraudulent. Enter (now) handicapped stripper Tasty D Lite (Emmanuelle Chriqui, “Entourage”) and watch her try and give John a lap dance…from her wheelchair.

Their journey continues, made up of such ridiculous scenes one after another, as they persist in their mission. But the pair ends up in Las Vegas, John’s foible. He believes that he was once a lucky man but he continually proves that he ran out of any supposed luck a long time ago with his continuous losing and failures.

These segments may be humorous and work standing alone but they are oddly disjointed. The most poignant, and funniest, scene surrounds a carnival sideshow act. John Cho plays the masked “Flaming Man” and is stuck in his fire suit. The suit has malfunctioned and spontaneously lights on fire every twenty seconds. No one will fix the gas tank because they’re too afraid of getting close to him, so he sits on a chair and waits out the fire. His predicament is that he wildly craves a cigarette – a clear problem when you are on fire. His interaction with John is short but sweet, and so satisfying.

At the crux of the movie though is Dante’s epic poem, Inferno. Saint John is actually an adaptation of this literary masterpiece. Rhodes’ protagonist has Dante’s last name (Alighieri); John’s companion is Virgil, the name of Dante’s tour guide through Hell; there is a character named Lou Cypher; and the film (if inspected carefully) moves through the nine circles of Hell. Oh, and Hell is Las Vegas. Naturally.

These allusions and comparisons are not obvious though. To the untrained or unknowledgeable they can be completely overlooked. This, of course, would be missing the whole basis of the film. Yet, even to those who cannot decipher the allusions, Saint John remains hard to swallow.

There is no conclusive resolution to the movie. The film asks if someone can be lucky. Seemingly the answer is no, but John is unable to lose his faith the luck gods. Perhaps that’s just his inner gambler. Yet another frustrating aspect of the Saint John is that the protagonist never fully develops. He learns, but does not exactly grow or change. John is not completely static but his journey brings him almost right back where he started.

Steve Buscemi fans will relish Saint John the most. There is no doubt that he carries the film. But moviegoers looking for a good laugh or an enjoyable film (most likely those intrigued by the trailer) will be more than disappointed.

Originally printed in the Johns Hopkins News-Letter.

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