scorsese and shine a light and rock films on wnyc

Soundcheck on WNYC. A good listen: (about ten minutes)

shine a light

Martin Scorsese’s performance doc on the Rolling Stones, Shine a Light, is coming out very soon. Here’s a short clip of the bones playin’ “Sympathy for the Devil”. Looks and sounds great, which is to be expected from the director of one of the greatest filmed concerts ever.

(Took the embeded video away because it auto played upon each load of my main blog page. Annoying. Autoplay should always be set to false…)

the future of social networking is in the past

Bill McKibben has written an interesting article in The Atlantic on how internet radio trumps satellite radio because internet radio makes local radio global. His point being that community is what people crave, and local community allows people to connect in a way that a disjointed, chaotic or simply programmed (24 hours of music but no talk.) does not.

The web will be the venue of the next media movement, but first it needs to iron out the kinks. It will be community based and the closer it can get to real time, the better. At first, like Facebook and Twitter, the social communities will be random and somewhat disjointed, the result of who is in your address book and using the application too, mixed with connecting via random interest in a plethora of searched words, links and web sites, all brought together by curiosity, the technological newness of the application and the desire to reach out and touch someone.

The process is similar to how AOL chats worked in the mid 90′s.- a new computer, new connection to “cyberspace”, and lots of people just like you, looking to talk. Both ICQ and AOL were great at bringing strangers and friends together, but the common elements that create a lasting and growing community were lacking. It was pretty chaotic. People coming and going, not really getting any farther than idle chit chat, which is pretty much the scene on Twitter and Facebook and My Space. IM’s function in a similar manner, as do text messages.

At first, the AOL chat rooms that were so popular began to morph into something else. The ability to create your own chat became the popular choice and established AOL created chat areas faded away. But, not all of them. Some of those prefab chat rooms on AOL began to coalesce into more specific communities, and you’d notice that the same 50 to 100 people were now regulars. Like a cyberspace bar.

The binding connection was like minded lives and interests. You could find anything from car talk to conspiracy talk to bondage in the AOL chat area. My hangout was a public chat called Hollywood Tonight, and once the membership became solid, it evolved and moved into the Hollywood Cafe, a place hidden away in a mostly forgotten area of AOL, which meant that it wasn’t really monitored by the AOL police and that you pretty much had to know where it was to find it. So, it was pretty exclusive.

The “HC” was a den of thieves and Cheers all at once- celebrities, producers, agents, writers, directors, crew and wannabes- all hanging out at the wee hours of the morning talking about pretty much everything under the sun, but most especially movies and the biz. And, when you entered (assuming you’d already gone through the ritual verbal hazing for a month or two), a bunch of people knew your name. (Or your screen name actually.) It was the flamiest place on the web and the most fun. But, you had to pay your dues. Everyone knew each other in either the cyber world or the real world or both. And, relationships were tight. The famous mingled with the infamous and the nobodies. The real action was in IM’s of course.

What linked everyone together was their love of the movie and tv industry and networking. People networked for everything- agents, scripts, connections, introductions, cyber sex and in a number of cases, real sex. And, there was even a real world meet up at an LA bar where everyone could actually meet the people they’ve known only through a bemusing screen name. They’d chat about work, and network. It was quite the hot spot. We affectionately referred to ourselves as “the dorks”.

In the end, it was destroyed by the elements that destroy most communities- a deadly combination of outside forces and inside acrimony. Whilst the members of our little community devolved into clique fighting and petty arguments, the little virtual bar we called the Cafe was under assault by the corporation that was AOL. The area that we inhabited was to be discontinued. (The chat room was part of the Hollywood Online area, and it was dismantled when AOL acquired Moviefone.) For awhile we moved into a private chat, but the member limit was too low, and only allowed 30 members at a time, when it wasn’t uncommon for a daily chat to flow to over 50 and the active members on “the dork list” numbered easily over 100. Plus, being a private chat meant that new members couldn’t join unless they were invited and sent a link to the chat by an existing member. So, new blood was cut off. All in all, a deadly combination that doomed the Hollywood Cafe to the dustbin as a place of legendary social interactive networking on the web years before anyone had thought to call it that.

It’s the great example of how AOL pretty much killed itself by eliminating one of the most popular features for a good number of users. They could not see the value in a community of people all congregating in large groups, at the same time, nearly every single night of the week, but especially on weekends and during big industry nights (the Oscar night chats were incredible, especially when it wasn’t uncommon for someone we knew to be there.). It would take another ten years before corporations like AOL would see the value (on their terms, which means collecting information on users) of social networking at its best.

Today, much of the social networking applications are weak substitutes for the intensity that was a good AOL chat room. From sex talk to philosophy, it was all there. But, more importantly, relationships were built and nurtured and destroyed and rebuilt and abandoned and kindled and ignored, new friends found, enemies were made, just like the real world.

The lesson is that in order to foster a strong social community, the sense of place – even a virtual one- has to be solidly established. It’s essential. Not just a location on the web, not just a web page with all of your likes and information on it. Facebook and Twitter are both lively and interesting communities, but that sense of place and of intimacy is not there yet. Information about what you are doing and thinking moves back and forth, but that sense of place isn’t. Even a virtual Cheers is better than the emptiness of open cyberspace. It’s about the people in the space, it’s about the ability to mimic what we do in person- congregate in groups together and talk and hook up. Simply knowing what someone is thinking or doing at any given moment isn’t enough. You have to be able to take it to the next level, to connect on an intimate level and make a friend or an enemy.

Otherwise, it’s all just chit chat, an endless loop of nothing. Like 24 hour all country radio on Sirius or XM satellite. No signposts in the road. Just fence post after fence post after fence post.

I can think of nothing so boring.

cinema on the mind…

The indie film Darkon, which I saw about a year ago at a screening prior to the Tornoto Film Festival, is now being released here in NYC. A doc that examines the lives of fantasy game players, it’s a fascinating study of how peoples role playing – both imaginary and reality – can overlap and become confused when one becomes so involved in the minutiae rather than the larger picture. Go see it, and bring someone to talk about it later.

Film Review: The Brave One

Expectations are high when you’re the writer and director behind two classic crime films of the 80′s – Angel and Mona Lisa – so, it’s not surprising that Neil Jordan’s latest, The Brave One, starring Jodie Foster and Terence Howard, makes every effort to evoke the glory of the past but doesn’t quite seem to ever really find the moral and plot focus that made those early films so great. His latest is hamstrung by a series of unbelievable coincidences and a moral perspective that is naive at best and offensive at worst.

Jodie Foster plays Erica Bain, a radio host with an amazingly idyllic life. She’s engaged to David (Naveen Andrews), and they love each other so deeply that walking the dog in Central Park at night doesn’t seem to strike either of them as dangerous, nor does allowing their German Shepherd to roam around off leash seem to be anything but normal. This sense of heightened idealistic and romantic living is required in order to insure that when it is stripped away, the pain and shock will be greater.

Unsurprisingly, they are confronted by a group of tattooed, drunk thugs who beat Erica close to death, kill her fiancé and take her dog. Erica awakens from her injuries weeks later to find that the person she once was is gone, replaced by a different person. One who is paranoid, and wants revenge, but conveniently, isn’t consciously seeking it. It just sort of happens. She decides to buy a gun on a whim, but those nasty gun laws are in the way, so she pays a cool grand for a black market pistola, which is conveniently provided by a man who happens to overhear her being turned away from the gun shop for not having a permit.

The next thing we know, Erica is in a sleazy bodega at the exact moment a pissed off husband decides to pop four bullets into his ex-wife who’s the clerk at the bodega. The guy goes after Erica who is hiding in the back, but she blows him away with her brand new 9mm. Killing people gets good to her, so when she finds herself on a deserted train and two thugs decide to come at her with a knife, she blows them away too. It’s a lot of coincidental crime to happen to one individual in so short a time frame. And, it’s just the beginning. Erica pops off two more murders before finally going after the bad guys who killed her beloved fiancé.

The script needs this great leap of coincidence and her admission that her old self is gone, replaced by a new persona, to shield Erica from the brutal reality that she is essentially a serial killer stalking the streets of NYC. Conveniently, all the people she happens to kill are guilty, and no stray bullets kill any innocent bystanders, so what’s the big deal?

Although a drug addicted abducted street walker Erica tries to rescue is nearly killed by her actions, there is nothing in the movie that even hints at any real world ramifications for murdering a total of eight people before the movie is over. Even Son of Sam killed only six people, and the city experienced a media frenzy and police dragnet of the highest magnitude. The world of The Brave One though is devoid of any such problematic realities, Terence Howard being the sole detective on the case apparently. The final moral premise that is driven home is that the justice system is broken, so killing people is a morally correct action to take. As long as the people you kill are really guilty, and they really deserve it, and you can get away with it. More fantasy than reality.

The lensing by Philippe Rousselot is top notch, and there are moments of cinematic brilliance within the uneven and unremarkable whole that will engage those seeking a little thrill. If you like fantasy movies where the law of the land is flouted, the bad guy gets blown away, (the audience claps blood lustily at this point) the hero gets away with with it, and gets the dog back, then you’ll dig The Brave One.

Rating from 1 to 10: 2

past is prolugue… fail safe and the classic neo-con

Via Media Channel, a scene from the seminal film “Fail Safe” that has eerily come to fruition:

Consider that the idea of “first strike” was considered the evil perspective during the Cold War.

Iraq for Sale Banned Excerpts

If you haven’t seen Iraq for Sale yet, you should. Here are some banned excerpts to get you going…

Portrait of Saori

What I see in NYC. Saori, star of The Gnldberg Variations (Portrait of Saori) directed by John Moran.

The Goldberg Variations

Sorry for the radio silence. I’ve been producing a trailer for a feature film entitled “The Goldberg Variations (Portrait of Saori)”. It’s being directed by John Moran. The trailer will be used to complete the fund raising process for the full film. It’s a pretty amazing project. A dramatic, tragic love story set to original music, but done in a way we haven’t really seen. I’ll blog more about it very soon.

what to watch, what to think

  • Who’s going to take home the Oscar for Best Picture this year? Tough choice. All good films. My guess is it will be The Departed, although Babel seems to be building steam. I really liked The Queen though, Haven’t seen Letters from Iwo Jima yet, but plan to soon. Little Miss Sunshine was a nice film, but I thought as far as the “dysfunctional” family genre goes, it wasn’t as good as The Squid and the Whale or TransAmerica. Put your money on The Departed.
  • Got millions of dollars? Launch a media empire. While I like the idea that Richard Branson feels compelled to go head to head with Rupert Murdoch, I’m ever cognisant of the idea, as addressed by Douglas Rushkoff, that…
    …we’re fast moving towards a mediaspace with little or no human intervention. And while that might be seen as a good thing on a certain level, the problem is that the mediaspace itself is still biased towards the corporations it serves.

    The Internet offers a bit of an antedate to humanless media, but the effort to control information and limit the role of humans in the equation is well underway. It’s important to watch our government and our corporations. It’s our duty as citizens.

  • Speaking of watching the government… Is the effort by AG Gonzalez to stuff the US attorney rolls with party loyalists a “coup d’ etat”? Joe Conason thinks so. I have to concur.

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