Episodes
Sunday Oct 21, 2012
Austin Film Festival 2012- On the Scene With the Film Thugs
Sunday Oct 21, 2012
Sunday Oct 21, 2012
Once again the Austin Film Festival is upon us and this year we decided to do something different. Instead of just hearing from us, we figured you might like to hear from some of the people who participated in this years fest. So, we camped out and did some interviews. Its a different kind of show, but we think you will enjoy it. So, check out our on the scene AFF 2012 show, complete with fabulous guest, and come back next week for the festival wrap up.
Monday Apr 02, 2012
King Kelly
Monday Apr 02, 2012
Monday Apr 02, 2012
King Kelly
“Gimmick” movies are nothing new. Split screen (Timecode), real time (Nick Of Time), found footage (The Blair Witch Project), different endings (Clue), and the quandary that is 3D (We pull this out every 10 years or so… but you’re right, this time it will last… oh, and that girl who cheated on you all those times? She totally won’t do it again.). Sometimes the gimmick is just that a gimmick. It’s there because the film needs something to set it apart. It adds nothing and is accepted for what it is, a throw away attempt to get people interested in something that is not that interesting. Other times it’s more than a gimmick and actually adds something to the themes and the narrative.
“King Kelly,” by Andrew Neel is shot entirely on cell phones held by the actors. It’s an interesting idea that takes the found footage movie into a new and interesting direction. In this case the gimmick is more than just a gimmick; it’s necessary from both a thematic and narrative viewpoint.
Today’s youth are oversexed, spoiled, hedonistic, entitled monsters filled with unearned confidence and who live in a consequence free world of instant gratification. Welcome to the YouTube generation! Fame whores to the left, star fuckers to the right, and boundless self esteem for all… or something like that.
It’s a growing caricature that is no more true today than any of the other sweeping generational characterizations.
The 60’s were a time of hippies, but it was also the time of young people who hated hippies.
The 70’s were a time of drugs and disco as well as The Ramones and death to disco.
The 80’s saw greed, materialism, selfishness, and charity in equal measures.
Hell, my generation produced as many well adjusted and productive members of society as we did angst filled, overeducated poets in shitty bands.
Sadly, generations are defined by whatever slogan ready group the media can prop up, so welcome to it kids. You are now known by the worst of you.
“King Kelly” is a movie about the worst of the worst. It is the story of Kelly, a young woman (I would have guessed mid teens by her behavior, but according to the director she is in her early 20’s) named Kelly, who is known as King Kelly on her live sex webcam show.
Right off the bat I cannot think of a more loathsome, selfish, annoying, and completely awful human being than Kelly.
The only think worse than her complete narcissism and self absorbed view of the world is her aggressive and restless immaturity.
She is a child who has grown accustomed to getting her way because she is pretty. She lives in a world of selfish hedonism inhabited by living props there for her amusement. Her every thought and action can be recorded an posted for the world to see and therefore it’s important.
The story follows her through one very dark night as she tries to get back a package that she was transporting for some dangerous people. Things go from bad to worse to unimaginable as she manipulates, betrays, and uses every person she can in a quest to cover her own ass.
I have a problem with protagonists like this. She is completely unlikable and seems completely OK with that. She always gets her way so she is oblivious to the fact that her actions have consequences, both for herself and for those around her.
That is my only problem with the film, but it’s a big one. It is an inventive film that looks good and has strong performances from a young cast and the story move at a good pace and it’s an interesting descent to some pretty dark places.
But God DAMN, I cannot stress how much I hated Kelly. At every step I was waiting for someone to punch her in the face. She was such an overwhelmingly annoying, dismissive, self absorbed imbecile that it was impossible for me to wish for anything but her to get knocked down.
In the end “King Kelly” is a well made, interesting, and inventive look at a generation that is being defined by its worst elements that would have been fantastic had the protagonist shown any sign of humanity, humility, respect, or redemption. She doesn’t.
Friday Mar 30, 2012
Eden
Friday Mar 30, 2012
Friday Mar 30, 2012
Eden
Human trafficking is such an antiseptic term. It intellectualizes and softens something that is absolutely horrific. It’s the type of term that lives in the world of academia and statistics. There’s no emotional impact, no default outrage, no real teeth to it. I prefer to call it what it is, slavery. At this moment it is estimated that up to 4 million people internationally and up to 50,000 people domestically are held by human trafficking rings.
To put a finer point on it… there are, at this moment, 50,000 people owned as slaves in the United States. Not historically, not descendants of freed slaves, but actual living breathing human beings living as slaves right now. This is not just a forced labor situation either; we are talking about forced prostitution.
Some are sold by their parents, some are recruited into domestic service jobs only to find out when they are in another country with no ability to leave what the job really is, and other are taken right off the streets in the US and forced into it.
A majority are women and almost all are under 18.
These numbers are jarring, alarming, and disgusting and nowhere near enough people are aware of them.
Eden is the true story of Chong Kim, a Korean American woman who, at the age of 19, went to a bar with a fake ID, had a drink with a very nice fireman who offered her a ride home. He pulled over to make a phone call and by the time she realized that something was wrong… it was too late. She oke up in the trunk of a car and began a harrowing two year long nightmare of isolation, forced prostitution, and every type of abuse and degradation you can imagine.
This is not an easy or comfortable film to watch, but it is about something so very important that I believe it needs to be seen. Much like Damian Harris’s “Gardens of the Night,” which follows the younger spectrum of this abhorrent practice, it sheds light on a world so blackly dark and hidden from view that most people don’t know that it exists.
Unlike “Gardens,” which shows a world so vile and reprehensible that it exists entirely behind the curtains and closed doors, “Eden,” shows a normalized and, in some ways, accepted trade. It’s in the shadows, yes, but it is still in the light. The people who trade in it are somewhat open about it. There are parties with men in suits, fraternity parties, and underground S&M clubs where this type of traffic is a normal part of business. It’s an entirely corrupt world where even the law cannot be trusted.
Director Megan Griffiths does an outstanding job of finding the small pieces of humanity in a dehumanized world and contrasts them with the inherent brutality of the situation. Her direction is unflinching but not exploitative, honest but never preachy, and powerful without being manipulative.
The performances are phenomenal across the board but the film is moored by two standouts. Jamie Chung creates a heartbreakingly real woman whose sweetness and innocence are stripped away. Matt O’Leary gives an amazingly nuanced performance as Eden’s crack smoking handler. He is hateful and repellent, but is also very real.
This is a rare film in that it has changed the way I look at certain things. You hear terms like “human trafficking,” and “forced prostitution,” and are justifiably horrified, but they are just abstract concepts. Seeing the reality of women forced to live in dark storage lockers, four to a room on bunk beds, and knowing that it is happening now, in my country both horrified and sickened me. Suddenly, these concepts were no longer concepts, but living breathing facts.
In a world where millionaire athletes and musicians throw the world slave around it is fairly sobering to have the reality of it shown so plainly.
I rarely use the term “important,” to describe films as even the most “important” films rarely are. Usually it really means “self important.” This film however deals with an issue most of us would rather pretend doesn’t exist, but that is far more important than can be expressed.
“Eden” shows evil in its truest form. The evil that allows people to profit from suffering, the evil that exists when good people don’t stand up for what is decent, the evil that exists in a world where girls (and let’s be clear they are GIRLS) can be treated as disposable property.
Related Films:
Very Young Girls- Documentary about teenage girls forced into prostitution.
Gardens of the Nigh- Fiction film about a girl kidnapped into the world of child sex trade.
Thursday Mar 29, 2012
Paul Williams: Still Alive
Thursday Mar 29, 2012
Thursday Mar 29, 2012
Paul Williams Still Alive
Celebrity is a bizarre thing. It’s fleeting, unpredictable, and fickle. To use an example from William Goldman’s “Adventures in the Screen Trade,” let’s look at the top 10 box office stars from the beginning and the end of the past few decades.(as voted by movie exhibitors).
1970
1- Paul Newman
2- Clint Eastwood
3- Steve McQueen
4- John Wayne
5- Elliot Gould
6- Dustin Hoffman
7- Lee Marvin
8- Jack Lemmon
9- Barbra Streisand
10- Walter Matthau
1979
1- Burt Reynolds
2- Clint Eastwood
3- Jane Fonda
4- Woody Allen
5- Barbra Streisand
6- Sylvester Stallone
7- John Travolta
8- Jill Clayburgh
9- Roger Moore
10- Mel Brooks
Only 2 people lasted the decade.
How about the 80’s?
1980
1- Burt Reynolds
2- Robert Redford
3- Clint Eastwood
4- Jane Fonda
5- Dustin Hoffman
6- John Travolta
7- Sally Field
8- Sissy Spacek
9- Barbra Streisand
10- Steve Martin
Ok, one year later and half the list has changed. How did the decade end?
1989
1- Jack Nicholson
2- Tom Cruise
3- Robin Williams
4- Michael Douglas
5- Tom Hanks
6- Michael J. Fox
7- Eddie Murphy
8- Mel Gibson
9- Sean Connery
10- Kathleen Turner
Wait… that is a totally different list. What’s going on?
1990
1- Arnold Schwarzenegger
2- Julia Roberts
3- Bruce Willis
4- Tom Cruise
5- Mel Gibson
6- Kevin Costner
7- Patrick Swayze
8-Sean Connery
9- Harrison Ford
10- Richard Gere
In one year… 7 people dropped off the list completely?
Well, these have to have staying power, don’t they?
1999
1- Julia Roberts
2- Tom Hanks
3- Adam Sandler
4- Bruce Willis
5- Mike Myers
6- Tom Cruise
7- Will Smith
8- Mel Gibson
9- Meg Ryan
10- Sandra Bullock
In one year half the list changed.
Last one, I promise.
2000
1- Tom Cruise
2- Julia Roberts
3- George Clooney
4- Eddie Murphy
5- Russell Crowe
6- Mel Gibson
7- Martin Lawrence
8- Tom Hanks
9- Jim Carrey
10- Harrison Ford
Four… not bad.
Finally…
2009
1- Sandra Bullock
2- Johnny Depp
3- Matt Damon
4- George Clooney
5- Robert Downey Jr.
6- Tom Hanks
7- Meryl Streep
8- Brad Pitt
9- Shia LaBeouf
10- Denzel Washington
Only 2.
So, what is the point of this long drawn out example?
Unknowns rise quickly, and established names fall even faster. You could be the biggest box office star in the world one day and within five years you’re struggling to self finance a direct to DVD piece of crap.
Fame is like the stock market, some people make tons of money and never lose a dime, some get rich and lose it all in a moment.
Some people vainly rage against the dying of the light, whereas others are more graceful and distinguished about it. Paul Williams falls into the later category.
Don’t get me wrong; Paul Williams is still a known quantity. You know the words to at least one of his songs and have seen him in at least one movie, you might just not know it. Hell, his own daughter was a fan of the Monkees song “Someday Man,” and had no idea her father wrote it. I’ve always known him as Little Enos from “Smokey and the Bandit,” but he’s been in many, many more.
Pail Williams was everywhere. This diminutive, deep voiced, incredibly charismatic guy was part of our cultural landscape. He was a favorite of Johnny Carson at a time when America loved who Johnny loved.
Paul was on game shows, talk shows, specials, movies; he was nominated for six Oscars and won one. He should have won two, but “It Goes Like It Goes” from “Norma Rae” beat out “Rainbow Connection.” You know, the classic “It Goes Like It Goes.”
Then one day, he was gone.
Not “gone,” but his omnipresence faded some, and when such massive exposure fades even a little it is tantamount to disappearance.
“Paul Williams: Still Alive,” is a very intimate look at a man who transitioned from personality to person.
Also, a close personal friend of mine for about a minute.
In the past I have been very critical of documentarians who inject themselves into the subject too much. That there are too many (Moore, Spurlock) who are so present that the film becomes the story of the filmmaker rather than the subject. This film comes dangerously close to that, but manages to avoid falling into that trap. It strikes a balance, the filmmaker is present and vital, but he never overtakes the subject.
Yes, the filmmaker is a big part of this film, but it is because his relationship with Williams. It becomes a part, but never overshadows the whole. Honestly, what better way to examine the relationship between performer and audience than to form a relationship between the performer and a member of the audience?
We see all sides of Williams from small personal moments at home to speaking engagements (Paul is a recovering addict, a licensed substance abuse counselor, and regularly speaks to groups about recovery.), to small concerts in the US to massive, sold out arena concerts around the world. It is also a film that doesn’t shy away from the very personal, going so far as to show Paul reacting in disgust at some of his past TV behavior. You get the picture of a real person who can learn and grow. This is a man who never really went away, he just shifted his priorities.
This is a very warm and personal film about a very warm and personal man. It’s about fame, celebrity, addiction, recovery, loss, and ultimately what you find through that loss. “Paul Williams: Still Alive,” succeeds where many other documentaries fail. It creates a moving and entertaining picture of a man who has gained and lost more than many of us ever will.
Wednesday Mar 28, 2012
Jim Went to South By Southwest. Here is what he thought of it.
Wednesday Mar 28, 2012
Wednesday Mar 28, 2012
My South By Southwest Year
Back in 1993 I was a incoming high school senior and, like most self important 18 year olds, I knew music. I had subscriptions to “Rolling Stone,” “Spin,” “Guitar Player,” “Guitar World,” and “Guitar for the Practicing Musician,” (yes, all three were necessary). Every Tuesday I was at CD Warehouse buying damned near everything that came out that week. I had even been allowed to come to Austin by myself to see a show at the much-lamented Liberty Lunch with my older sister.
Yes, my focus was narrow, but my knowledge was vast within that narrow focus.
Around this time my sister told me about this decent sized music festival that showcased bands from all over the US. It was called South By Southwest and it was gaining some ground nationally. It sounded amazing. The best unknown bands from all over converge on a town that lived and breathed live music. For a pretentious young man who fancied himself a poet… it sounded like heaven.
South By Southwest (or as people in Austin call it “South By”) has grown in staggering leaps and bounds over the past 20 years. What was once a local music festival that occupied much of downtown for one week every year slowly became an all consuming behemoth. It all actually started about the time I moved to Austin. It became incredibly crowded, expensive, and difficult to get into shows.
It’s no longer just a music fest. It’s now three festivals: music, film, and interactive technology. All in, if it’s not the largest festival in the world… it is damned close. The film portion alone is second only to Sundance, and the music and interactive are two of the largest of their kind.
I always complain about South By buy I’ve never been before so my comments are ignorant to the core. All I know is that my town is overrun every spring break. The estimate for this year was 250,000 people, and from being there I think that might be an underestimate. Hell, last year the interactive festival alone crashed AT&T’s network.
Even though it’s not my scene I do appreciate how important it is for local businesses. There are clubs in town that are able to stay open for the year thanks to the money SX brings in.
But for all the good I’ve always seen it as a week when hipsters and industry douche bags make everything in my city suck for a week. It always hits during St. Patrick’s Day, which is one of the few days that I always go out on and I have had bad experiences several times due to South by people, so that has colored my view of it to a great extent.
I’ve always been curious about it, but I’ve never gone because
1) It’s crowded
2) There are lines (This is a real killer when the festival is held in your hometown. A visitor might not mind standing in line for an hour to get into The Red Eyed Fly, but when you know the place that makes it a bit harder to swallow).
3) It’s expensive and hard to get into shows unless you have a badge (and badges are expensive as hell).
But this year, however, fortune smiled on me and I was able to swing a film badge.
Up to this point my experience with festivals has been limited to The Austin Film Festival, which is one of the most amazing events I have ever attended. It is a week of writer centric panels and screenings that is user friendly, welcoming, and incredible informative. I honestly cannot speak highly enough of AFF. I expected South By to be a slightly larger version of this…
Dear God was I wrong.
Turns out that South By is indeed awash with hipsters and industry douchebags. It is a crassly commercial, bloated corporate promotional event that is miles away from the indie music scene that birthed it.. It’s also a great place to get free food and booze, check out some amazing films and bands you wouldn’t have gotten a chance to see otherwise, and meet some really cool and like minded film fans.
My first impression of SX came at registration. I showed up late in the evening of the second day and was greeted by this…
This was a “short” line.
I was also greeted by
And
I was worried.
It was raining and there wasn’t much I wanted to see, and it had been a long day so I decided to wander the convention center for a while and take it all in. It was insanely overwhelming. To give you an idea, there was a temporary Barnes and Noble set up. This was next level.
So, what did I learn at SXSW?
1) Hipsterism is alive and well… and it LOVES Austin.
I don’t care what the posters say, SXSW is sponsored by fedoras, cutoff skinny jeans, DEEP V-neck shirts, and mustache wax.
The number of people who don’t adhere to “mainstream fashion conventions” and who don’t care what you think about them and are DESPERATE to prove it by dressing the same and showing you how little they care what you think is staggering. South By is like a bare light bulb in the middle of a dark country field to these people. They flock to it and are welcomed by the warm arms of their artificially enlightened brethren.
2) Doug Loves Restraining Orders
I ran into Doug Benson no fewer than 4 times: twice in the streets, twice at screenings. At first I didn’t think anything more than,” Oh, cool! I keep running into a very funny comedian.”
But then I got scared because I know he “does the pot” and I was afraid he might be a dangerous stalker biding his time to rob me, or steal my identity so that he could buy more of the pot.
3) No second chances.
At my screening of “Paul Williams: Still Alive,” I passed comedian and America’s Sweetheart Todd Barry on the way to my seat. I expressed my appreciation of his work and took my seat. Then I noticed Doug Benson sitting behind him. This was pretty exciting because he hadn’t begun stalking me yet, so I gave him a card and told him I was a fellow podcaster and returned to my seat.
I then noticed Scott Aukerman sitting in front of him. This is the man behind Comedy Death Ray, Comedy Bang Bang, and co-founder of The Earwolf Podcasting Network (home of my current favorite podcast “How Did This Get Made?”). I didn’t want to be a nuisance so I decided to do a “bump into” on the way out. He left just as the movie ended so I didn’t have a chance to “casually” bump into him. So, now I am damned to a life of obscurity. But on the plus side, I did meet Paul Williams.
4) Branding is a science.
There is branding, putting your name or logo on a sticker or a pair of cheap sunglasses…
There is Branding, putting your name on something as part of a promotion…
Then there is BRANDING, altering the structure of a building to incorperate your logo.
CNNset the bar, but there were some other fairly massive ones, like The Spotify House. Spotify rented, repainted, and renovated a house for the week and gave away booze and empanadas to get people to sign up for their service. There are more examples, but I have no idea where to start, so I’ll get to the good side of heavy branding.
5) Free is better.
You know what is more satisfying than top of the line food and booze? Mid level food and booze that you don’t have to pay for. It might not taste as good, but it is infinitely more satisfying,
I learned this at no fewer than five heavily branded outlets courtesy of Spotify, Nokia, IFC Crossroads House, Red Cameras, and a countless number of vendors on the convention floor.
I was pleasantly buzzed most of the time and it was wonderful.
6) Austin trains are very nice, but the schedule sucks.
This is of little interest to anyone not from Austin, but what the hell? Austin has a train!!!
Granted, it only services Northwest Austin to downtown, but that’s what I needed so it specifically worked for me quite well.
Here’s the problem, you have a commuter train that lets off directly in front of the convention center and two blocks away from the biggest entertainment district in the city… and it stops running before 7 pm. So, my ride home every day left at 6:45, which killed the possibility of any and all night time activities. I know I could have gotten a ride, but getting cars to and around downtown during South By is a dicey proposition at best. Basically, the Capital Metro train service is a wonderful lesson on what the half assed version of a poorly thought out plan looks like.
7) Film fans are a pretty accepting group.
This was pretty cool to find out. No matter if you were waiting in line, waiting for a movie to start, or at one of the many events there were always lots of really interesting people to talk with and learn from. At their hearts festivals like this are social events and people at South By were by and large friendly and eager to engage other film fans/makers. Meeting new people and networking is always fun.
8) Festivals this size aren’t really my thing.
I had a good time at South By, I really did, but in the end it was just too much. Massive crowds, insane lines, badge scanners and no reentry at panels… it was all just a bit too much and it made me appreciate AFF so much more.
Keep an eye out in the coming days for my SXSW film reviews.