KSR’s take on recent non sports related happenings
I have discovered that my routines and tastes are seldom dictated by season. My girlfriend asked me recently what my favorite summer food was, of course thinking in terms of bar and grille food that people love to make during summer cookouts. But burgers, hot dogs, wings, cheese sticks, and other greasy gastrointestinal nightmares are the bulk of my diet year round (and my rapid consumption of such food is the reason I will inevitably join the 27 Club).
Music is the exception to my season-ambivalent taste. My music interests skew toward pop in general, but the summer is when I find myself replaying the same ten or so records repeatedly, screaming along to them and dancing incessantly in my car – much to the chagrin of my neighbors and passengers. Summer is a time for unabashed joy, and listening to energetic music is the best way to achieve the bliss that summer requires. Narrowing my favorite summer records down to four was a painstaking task completed with the spillage of blood, sweat, and tears by the gallons. But injuries aside, below are my four favorite records to annoy my neighbors with as a blast them down the street with the windows down.
You Get What You Give – Zac Brown Band (2010)
Zac Brown Band shot to fame in 2008 by pandering to country music’s worst tendencies with their torpid single “Chicken Fried,” a glorified listicle of all the things mindless country songs must bow to: fried chicken, cold beer, jeans, pecan pie, what have you. I would normally take this song as a warning that ZBB was only interested in appeasing the mainstream country music fanbase but their first album The Foundation – from which “Chicken Fried” cursed the land – had astounding promise. Songs like “Where the Boat Leaves From” and “Jolene” showed that they had influences ranging from reggae to blues ballads. While The Foundation was more often cliche than not, it had some gems.
Thankfully, Zac Brown Band used their massive platform in 2010 to create a genuinely unique record that country radio was not prepared for. At its absolute worst, You Get What You Get What You Give is boring: “I Play the Road” and “Colder Weather” are fine songs, but fall too close to feigned schmaltz. The rest of the record, though, is Zac Brown Band doubling down on their love for beach bum reggae and stadium rock, almost eschewing their ties to country music. “Knee Deep,” one of the band’s many odes to the breezy ocean shore, opens with a deceptively complicated to play (but easy to listen to) lick that opens the doors for Brown’s sultry voice to remind us why sitting in a chair, mind still and effort nonexistent, is a good thing to do from time to time.
Just as easily as they uplift relaxation through soothing reggae, they show their rock chops in “Quiet Your Mind,” the band’s best song to date that would animate a packed-arena crowd like few other country acts would. “Quiet Your Mind,” despite its pounding electric slide guitar, is embedded with the same message that the whole album, musically and lyrically, carries: just take a breather. You Get What You Give is a testament to the power of rest. And even though the majority of the songs are remarkably bouncy, they make you calm and peaceful because the band is constantly reminding you to forget your stress. It is the perfect summer album because it is the embodiment of vacation: replenishment through activity.
Summerteeth – Wilco (1999)
In an interview promoting Summerteeth, Wilco frontman Jeff Tweedy said pop music could be “subversive in some ways,” because it allows one to embed dense ideas that may be off-putting to a listener on their own within happy-go-lucky tunes. Pop can be used as a massive bait-and-switch, because “people would be humming [the song] for a year or maybe a week… before they fully get what the lyrics are about.”
If Summerteeth was conceived as the Thinking Man’s Pop Record by Tweedy, the project deftly succeeds. Summerteeth, lyrically, is one of the more frightening records I have ever listened to. It is a contemplation on the aggression that romantic relationships, if kept off-guard, can easily drift towards. “She’s a Jar,” a song indebted to the easy listening styles of Bob Dylan, presents itself as a “Hey There Delilah” song written by and for wistful college lovers – that is until it takes a dark turn toward being a song on domestic violence. But the shift is so easy to miss once locked into the music’s trance. Such musical skill, though on subjects often less brutal, is used throughout the whole album. It demands multiple listens because it easily sneaks its poetic ruminations past you through its relentless sonic joy.
Of course, the album isn’t all masked gloom and doom. “Via Chicago,” the album’s darkest song, marks an important shift: if all the songs up to and including “Via Chicago” are about how relationships crumble, all the songs after “Via Chicago” are about picking the pieces back up. Summerteeth is a very hopeful album, even if it takes time to get to its optimistic side. But the road there is seamless, and the kineticism of songs like “A Shot in the Arm” and “I’m Always in Love” make for some of the most summertime driving songs out there. They are reminiscent of Wilco’s alt-rock contemporaries Weezer and Coldplay, except Wilco’s ambience is coded with enough technical skill to keep it from sounding like plodding anesthesia (sorry not sorry Coldplay fans). Summerteeth is a purposefully deceptive record, but even at its bleakest Wilco manages to make it an obvious album to turn on when the sun is out and the grills are on.
Malibu – Anderson .Paak (2016)
I doubt Anderson .Paak is a huge Wilco stan, but Malibu follows a very similar philosophy of putting unapologetically confrontational subjects in a blindingly sunny setting. .Paak is a bit more direct with his intent, using the mid-tempo opening track “The Bird,” to establish his character. He grew up in a fatherless house with a gambling addicted mother, with the only luxury of his poverty-stricken youth being love. The rest of the album tracks one relationship and the ways in which .Paak’s arrogance, sexism, and proclivity for cheating ruin his romance. Concept albums seldom work, but .Paak manages to make this single-story LP deeply impactful.
While it is the best written album on this list, the true reason to turn on Malibu is to be transported to the city itself. .Paak combines influences as diverse as The Beach Boys and Stevie Wonder to create an R&B album drenched in the sweat of a surfer. Several audio clips from various documentaries about the thrill of surfing punctuate songs, and the music itself carries listeners over waves with its endless breeziness. Malibu is always groovy but never pounding. “Parking Lot” almost makes you smell the salty Atlantic, overlaying a windy synthesizer over the funky pace of his drums. “Put Me Thru” and “Am I Wrong” are the most danceable tracks (and you certainly will dance), and both display the wave-like range of .Paak’s voice: he can shift effortlessly from pit-patter rapping to skillful harmonies that rival any church choir. If Zac Brown is sitting on the shore drinking a beer, Anderson .Paak is riding the ocean blue in front of him.
Recreational Love - The Bird and the Bee (2015)
I am an English major and a regular writer here at Funkhouser, so I generally have a relentless urge to read into everything I consume, from books to movies to music. Even in this list that is supposedly about the best albums to blast in your car mindlessly, I have dived deep into the waters of interpretation. It is an uncontrollable tendency.
With that said, I have no clue what The Bird and the Bee’s Recreational Love is about. And frankly, I don’t care on bit. For me to like a song, it only has to accomplish one of two things: make me feel something emotionally, or make me dance. Thankfully, given my criteria, Recreational Love’s one and only goal is to make people dance. And it succeeds with flying colors.
An unofficial genre of music exists in my mind called “Department Store Pop.” Department Store Pop is the music you hear in American Eagle or Aeropostle. Its electronic beats and simple melodies sound so pastel and bright that you think you will go insane from how hard it is trying to make you happy. Recreational Love is Department Store Pop as made by geniuses. “Young and Dumb” begins with the synthetic bops of the Nintendo Wii’s homepage music set against a typical bass-clap drumbeat. But where most Department Store Pop would take these components and maximize them to the brightest setting, Greg Kirsten (the man behind the beats, who has produced music for the biggest names in music, from Sia to Adele to Paul fucking McCartney) keeps “Young and Dumb” remarkably minimalist. Even Inara George, a relentlessly talent vocalist, keeps her performances smooth and low. It has just enough to compel involuntary dancing, and that’s all it needs. Recreational Love keeps this minimalism intact throughout its brief 35 minute runtime. Songs like “Los Angeles” and “Runaway” bring the cheeriness of 80s pop to a modern setting while shunning the overwhelming indulgence of 80s music. It is the happiest album I have heard, and to play it in the beaming sun of summer is to create the ideal marriage between sound and season.
Honorable Mentions (As Picked By Twitter)
I asked Twitter followers what albums they blasted in the summer. Recommendations by my very tasteful followers include:
– Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band by The Beatles (you may have heard of them)
– Coloring Book by Chance the Rapper
– Cosmos Factory by Creedence Clearwater Revival
– Life and Times by Jim Croce
– High as Hope by Florence and the Machine
For more of Adrian’s excited rambling on songs of the summer, follow his radiant Twitter feed @APBryant32.
In 1990, Terry Pratchett, acclaimed British satirist and creator of the Discworld fantasy series, and Neil Gaiman, a then-rising talent known for dark meditations on mythology like Sandman and American Gods, joined forces to find out what two demons were doing lurking in a graveyard. The result was the instant classic best-seller Good Omens. Never before or since has the apocalypse been so enjoyable, so heart-warming, or so very, very British. I am happy to say that the Amazon Prime TV adaptation of the same name, directed by Douglas Mackinnon, is every bit as wonderful as the source material, if a little less biting.
Here’s the basic pitch: An angel, Aziraphale, and a demon, Crowley, have “gone native” and find themselves enjoying their time on Earth, as well as the humans that inhabit it. After decades of cautious friendship, the two join forces to try to avert Armageddon by preventing the Antichrist from activating his powers. Unfortunately, when their charge comes of age, they realize they’ve been keeping track of the wrong kid – they’ve mislaid the Antichrist. With less than a week until the end of the world, the pair is in a race against time to save the planet both Heaven and Hell want to destroy.
This novel is challenging to adapt for television in the best of circumstances, and I will admit to being nervous about it. Good Omens the book is a sprawling story in every sense of the word, stretching from quiet countryside gardens to Satanic convents to the deepest pits of Hell. It keeps multiple plates spinning in the air at all times, including a giant cast of characters, the looming threat of the end times, baffling prophecies, and a narrator who can’t seem to decide whether to praise humanity’s flaws or condemn them. Not all these plates stay afloat even in the novel (I’ll get back to this), so deciding which would make the final cut in an adaptation must have been a monumental task. Fortunately, the man doing the adapting was none other than the novel’s co-author Neil Gaiman.
Gaiman is massively successful in penning the screenplay, capturing the warm-hearted spirit of the apocalyptic satire. He has wisely eliminated some of those spinning plates and focused more exclusively on the two main characters, Aziraphale (played by Michael Sheen) and Crowley (David Tennant). Several memorable new sequences involving these two have been added, and they only serve to deepen your love for these characters, while also bringing the story to perhaps a more satisfying conclusion than what was presented in the original novel (in my opinion). Sheen and Tennant have excellent chemistry, and fully embody their roles in what are sure to be iconic performances. Sheen dithers along as the fussy, naïve angel, and Tennant’s arrogant swagger alone should be enough to earn him an Emmy. The scenes they share are easily some of the best in the series. You don’t just believe these two supernatural entities care for each other – you feel it deep within your bones in each and every one of their conversations as Aziraphale stares fondly into Crowley’s yellow snake-eyes.
As the world races on towards destruction and the cast balloons, we’re treated to even more talented British (and not-so-British) actors. Jack Whitehall shines an unlucky witchfinder, and Adria Arjona brings an air of no-nonsense girl power to Anathema Device, the witch he eventually finds. A plucky cast of newcomers plays the young, impressionable Antichrist Adam Young and his three loyal (human) friends, known collectively as “Them,” the best collection of child actors on television since Stranger Things. Ned Dennehy is particularly hilarious as Hastur, a demon who incompetently dogs Crowley throughout the miniseries, and Jon Hamm brings cheerful bureaucratic menace to the warmongering archangel Gabriel.
These characters are only a small portion of the overall cast, which brings me to the only real flaw in both the novel and the TV series – the cast becomes so sprawling that at times the narrative begins to feel a little bit uneven. The trimming of several non-essential characters and plots has greatly helped this in the adaptation, as has the renewed focus on the two main characters, but the plot can sometimes begin to feel unfocused and a mite confusing.
Part of this is intentional: Good Omens shares the same non sequitur pacing as classic British comedy shows like Monty Python, jumping from one unrelated scene to another. If you’re unsure whether you’ll like this style of storytelling, it makes itself very apparent in the opening minutes of the show, so you’ll be able to quickly judge whether it works for you. Even though Gaiman has somewhat streamlined the story, it’s still full of many of the wonderful asides that make the novel so memorable and its world so rich. And the genius of Good Omens is the final realization that none of these seemingly unconnected scraps were unconnected after all – each one was necessary to get us to our final destination.
Setting aside the few added scenes and the even fewer lost ones, Good Omens is a surprisingly faithful adaptation of the source material, right down to the wry, all-knowing narrator (Frances McDormand as an exuberantly ineffable God). I was personally both overjoyed and shocked by how closely the series clung to the novel, both in terms of plot and character. I’m so used to blockbusters not trusting a story enough to put butts in seats (looking at you, Hobbit), that a piece of media that is so trusting of the authors’ original vision is a breath of fresh air. Sometimes an added action set-piece isn’t necessary to build tension and raise stakes.
The TV-MA rating is probably necessary. Parents, there are a few dropped f-bombs (one very memorably by Aziraphale, one of Sheen’s best line deliveries), and some non-graphic nudity, as well as a troubling scene involving the crucifixion of Jesus that made me wince and think, “Wow, they really went there.” On the whole, however, the adaptation is missing some of the book’s sharper edges. The series touches on the book’s eviscerations of fast food, capitalism, and humanity’s environmental misdeeds, as well as the human tendency to overvalue one’s individual importance, but all of that feels a bit softer in the TV series. This isn’t entirely a bad thing, and I would argue that for this series the decision to move further away from satire and more towards a heart-warming tale about the power of human love made for a more accessible and pleasurable viewing experience. It gave me the warm and fuzzies.
More than anything else, Good Omens is simply a pleasure to watch. At its core, it is a story of people who are told not to love and care for each other daring to do it anyway. An angel and a demon who save each other throughout history. An Antichrist who comes to love the place and the people he was born to destroy. Witch-hunters who find belonging among witches. The list goes on. Good Omens posits that for all the flaws Heaven and Hell see in Earthlings, the human capacity to love when tradition and society insists one should hate is the greatest weapon at the end of the world. It’s an inspirational and optimistic idea that could, dare I say it, change the world. Or at least end it.
Go watch this series. I give it 9 out of 10 misplaced flaming swords.
May of 2019 saw HBO end two of it’s most famous shows. One of those endings was to the inescapable and ever infuriating Game of Thrones. To say that fan reaction to GoT’s conclusion was mixed would not only be an understatement, but an incredibly charitable one at that. While I personally feel that the ending itself is passable (as in some of the individual endings for several of the characters were fitting, but the whole thing falls apart as soon as you put any critical thought into the ending as a whole), most did not. In the wake of all the drastic heel turns and fan petitions brought about by the final season of GoT, HBO’s unfinished masterpiece quietly came to a satisfying conclusion in a feature length TV movie. For three glorious seasons, Ian McShane’s Al Swearengen taught us increasingly vulgar and poetic ways to tell someone to fuck off in the hypnotically entertaining Deadwood. In one of the most scrutinized and idiotic moves in television history, HBO pulled the plug on the western, with the condition that the series would be wrapped up in the form of a movie. It took 13 years, but Deadwood: The Movie finally arrived, and it was absolutely worth the wait.
Set in the real life South Dakota town in 1876, the series tells the story of its inhabitants and their quests for greed, purpose, or both. As much as I hate to keep on parroting the GoT comparisons, it’s only natural to do so. If Game of Thrones was low fantasy, than Deadwood was a low western. Gone are the clear cut white and black hats of the westerns of yore, the virtuous cowboys and submissive damsels in distress that have become tropes of the genre don’t exist here. That’s not to say they’re aren’t any good guys and bad guys on this show. Far from it, they’re just a little more unconventional. Of the most outwardly heroic characters on the show, one is conflicted and perpetually enraged, while the other is essentially an alcoholic version of Brienne of Tarth. And, yes, they’re both amazing. There’s a layer of grime that coats the entire town and the people who live in it. Theft, murder, gambling, betrayal, corruption, prostitution, and a shit ton of old time-y drugs like opium litter the nasty world that creator David Milch imagined. Deadwood exists in a grim and realistic reality (it should be pointed out that most of event on the show are inspired by real incidents and people) where the story rarely goes in the direction it’s supposed to. There are very rarely any shootouts that have become a western staple, and on the occasion when they do happen, it’s quick and brutal. Mud and shit cake every inch of the ground within the city limits; whilst prostitution and addiction are treated with the ugliness that the subjects warrant. And if you’re looking for that trademark HBO sexiness, you’ve come to the wrong place. To paint a clearer picture of this, one episode you’ll be treated to some full frontal nudity from a pre-Parks and Recreation Nick Offerman.
If you come to Deadwood for an unpredictable plot and the ol’ sex/drugs/violence trifecta, you’ll stay for the characters. The cast is led by Timothy Olyphant playing an angry lawman years before he was one in Justified. The series begins with Olyphant’s ice eyed Seth Bullock hanging a criminal before departing for Deadwood to make his fortune with his partner Sol Star. The two make a good pairing, with the happy go lucky Sol bouncing well off of the ridged and soft spoken Bullock. It’s that sense of rigidness, combined with a strong sense of justice and a simmering rage that make Bullock’s interactions within the town and its largely criminal populace so compelling. Countering the heroic Bullock is the aforementioned Al Swearengen, crime lord and owner of the Gem Saloon. Swearengen is iconic, a hyper intelligent cut throat and quite possibly the foulest mouthed character in the history of television. Despite his criminal activities and abrasive nature, most of the town looks to him for council, and he truly does care for its prosperity. Developing into a community leader of sorts over the shows run-time.
Several different parties come into play amidst Bullock and Swearengen’s head-butting. Among them are the legendary Wild Bill Hickock, the kind hearted and laudanum addicted Alma Garrett, the vicious brothel owner Cy Tolliver, resourceful prostitute Trixie, and the seemingly brutish “Calamity” Jane Canary. These are just a couple of the colorful, brilliantly written residents of Deadwood. The stories they find themselves in are incredibly easy to become invested in. Be they mundane or epic, you’ll find yourself glued to the screen. This includes everything from Sol and Trixie’s love story to Al dealing with a really bad case of kidney stones. I swear to god, this show is so well written it makes Ian McShane pissing out rocks into must see television.
Deadwood is at its best when it’s balancing extremes. Between the vulgar and the wholesome, hilarity and heartbreak, ugly and beautiful. You’ll gag when your eyes are subject to Ron Swanson’s dick, but find yourself a weeping mess later in the episode when Calamity Jane cares for an ill child. The sheer level of nastiness in Al’s famous monologues will make you wince, but not before you see the Shakespearean wordplay within them. It’s a show that straddles the line in almost every sense, but makes it work. For all of Deadwood’s tendency to bulk narrative conventions, it never does so at the sake of the characters. This never becomes more apparent than in the recent TV movie that wrapped up the series. Unlike Game of Thrones, the ending here was never about throwing in as many shocking twists as possible, but providing a fitting and emotional goodbye to the characters that fans have grew to love some 13 years ago when the show was unceremoniously axed. At three seasons and a movie, Deadwood isn’t a very long show. But it’s an unforgettable one, with some of the most beautiful character work and dialogue ever to grace television. And unlike most TV shows, this is of course considering the movie, it has one helluva ending too. As of this writing, it’s been almost a week since the film’s premiere and I’m still thinking about it. So crack open a bottle of some rotgut whiskey (Old Crow is a good choice for this) and start watching. In the words of the great sage Al Swearengen, “Welcome to fuckin’ Deadwood! Can be combative!”
By KSR on ©June 04th, 2019 @ 7:30pm
Lee Cruse is back in front of a microphone with Chris Tomlin in a new episode of The Funkhouser Situation. In his first public comments since his dismissal from WLEX, Lee explains what happened, where he went wrong and what he’s done since the events unfolded.
The rest of the show is what you’ve come to know and love from KSR’s pop culture podcast.
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By Hayden Adams on ©June 02nd, 2019 @ 9:00pm
Walker Carl Montgomery, son of John Michael Montgomery and nephew of Eddie Montgomery of Montgomery Gentry (no relation to Kentucky Basketball forward E.J. Montgomery) is a rising star in country music.
Walker was kind enough to agree to an interview with Kentucky Sports Radio and let people get to know him better as he continues to forge his path in the music world.
Q: Just to let people get to know you a little bit better, where are you from?
A: I’m from a little town called Nicholasville, Kentucky. It’s about 30 minutes south of Lexington in Jessamine County. But I’m currently living in Nashville, Tennessee.
Q: How old are you?
A: I’m 21 years— I mean, well, I’m 20 years old. It sucks, but…
Q: What’s your favorite thing about Kentucky?
A: It’s home. I was born and raised there and that’s who I am: I’m a straight up Kentuckian. So, just being able to go out and see the beauty of the countryside and the good times of downtown Lexington. I mean it just makes it home, really.
Q: What’s your favorite place to perform?
A: Manchester Music Hall in Lexington, without a doubt.
Q: Favorite UK or Kentucky sports moment in general?
A: My favorite Kentucky sports moment… aw hell, it’s gotta be the overtime [football] game in 2007 for LSU… LSU vs Kentucky when LSU was No. 1. That’s definitely my favorite moment.
Q: When did you first get into music and performing?
A: Well I was doing high school choir and stuff at Sayre [High School]. But you know I didn’t really start performing out until I was a sophomore in high school I guess. We were performing in the restaurants and honky tonks around Lexington and stuff. So, I started doing my thing probably sophomore year of high school.
Q: When did you know music is what you wanted to do for a career?
A: Well, I mean, the first time I got on stage I fell in love with it. I really did. And, you know, when “Simple Town” was written, that was when I was starting to get what I was wanting to do and, you know, really start to pursue it and start to make it down to Nashville.
Q: Is there a favorite performance of yours that really sticks out in your mind?
A: Man, every single one of ’em. Any time I get to play “Simple Town” or another song of mine and I see people singing back, singing my songs, that becomes the new highlight.
Q: Who’s your favorite singer?
A: My favorite singer of all time is Randy Travis.
Q: What’s your favorite music genre outside of country?
A: OK, this might come as a shock. Not a lot of people know this, but I strictly listen to these two genres: country and, like, 1930’s big band swing music… I love the Frank Sinatra’s and stuff, all that stuff. Those were the good ol’ days, man. That was the greatest generation.
Q: What’s your favorite song of your dad’s and your favorite song of your uncle’s?
A: Of my dad… well, hell, man that’s a hard question right there. My dad’s song is probably a song called “Even Then”. And then Eddie’s got a song called “Scarecrows”.
Q: What does it mean to you to be related to two country music stars?
A: Well, I mean, you know, it’s just who I am and obviously they’ve influenced who I am in country. But I think my songs will, uh… “separate” isn’t the right word, but kind of show that, you know, I’m not just John Michael’s son or Eddie Montgomery’s nephew, but that I’m a separate Walker Montgomery. I think my songs will show that. But they are great influences and I love them very much.
Q: What or who has been your biggest influence?
A: My biggest influence has definitely been my grandfather; I call him “Papa.” Just being a mentor and a friend and the greatest granddad that anybody could ever have, he’s definitely been my biggest influence. And in life, not just the musical realm, but, you know, going to Church and in music and everything, just in life in general.
Q: What has been the biggest challenge for you so far in the music industry?
A: Well, I mean, the biggest challenge [is] just trying to be creative all the time and trying to get the songs that I think people want to here and want to relate to down on paper, and putting the pen to paper. But, you know, a guy named Tracy Lawrence once told me, “if you’re not having fun in this profession, you’re in the wrong damn profession.” So, you know, if something hard pops up, my mentality is still that, you know? I still gotta have fun, and I get to go out and play music for a living. So that’s about the best a man can ask for.
Q: Do you have any advice for people who are trying to get into music?
A: Play whenever you can, write whenever you can. It doesn’t matter if there’s five-thousand people in the crowd or five people in the crowd. Give the same show you would to a five-person crowd as you would to a five-thousand-person crowd and let them know that you appreciate them coming out and supporting your music.
Q: When it’s all said and done, what do you want your legacy to be?
A: Well, you know, I mean, just… real life country music. I want my songs to be able to pull at people’s heartstrings whether it’s a happy song or a sad song or just, you know, a mid-tempo song. I think that if you can pull on someone’s heartstrings, you’ve got ’em hooked for a song. And I just want relatable songs to be out there for people to hear.
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Hey everybody, time for another one of Bill And Dan’s Excellent Reviews, where Bill Sheehy and I tag team a movie review. This time we are going to be reviewing Godzilla: King Of The Monsters. As always you can figure out who is writing what by whether or not the text is bold and also by our initials. DD = Daniel Dunston. BS = Bill Sheehy. Now let’s get going.
DD: Before we get into the review proper, I think it is important to give some context about each of our connections to Godzilla as a character and as a film franchise. We should establish that early on to call out any biases we might have towards the big guy. Personally, I love Godzilla. I have fond memories of coming home from church on Sundays, eating lunch, then sitting down with my dad in front of the TV as he put on a VHS tape of a Godzilla movie. We settled in for an afternoon of watching people in rubber monster costumes punching each other. It sounds silly, but there was a charm to those old movies. The plots were goofy and the special effects were practically nonexistent, but usually, everyone working on the movies seemed to be having fun. I have probably seen every Godzilla movie multiple times, even the spinoffs about Mothra and Rodan. I remember hearing the Jet Jaguar song and watching Godzilla’s son grow up to become the new King of Monsters. I have played multiple Godzilla video games and read many a comic book series about the creatures of Monster Island. I saw the 1998 Godzilla and 2014 Godzilla film in theaters multiple times. Basically, I am a huge fan.
BS: My connection to Godzilla isn’t nearly as strong as Daniel’s, and I think it would be a stretch to call myself a fan of the series. Hell, I don’t even think “casual observer” is a good title either. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against the movies at all: quite the opposite. I know a lot of people who love Godzilla, Daniel included, and I can respect their love for the franchise. Ive just never really connected with it. Honestly, the only Godzilla movie I saw all the way through was the God-awful Roland Emmerich one from 1998 and I only saw half of the 2014 Gareth Edwards film, and that was only after he did a Star Wars movie. I knew who and what Godzilla was and nothing beyond that, but King of Monsters really intrigued me. The trailers all looked really good, and the last one before the film came out really piqued my interest with probably the best use of “Over The Rainbow” since The Wizard of Oz. It looked cool, with big ugly monsters punching each other. Unlike in the 2014 Godzilla, it looked like Ken Watanabe would get his wish and we’d finally be able to “let them fight.” They certainly do in the film. With both of us giving that background, what’s clear is that while we both have different perspectives, we both really struggled to like this movie and are both really disappointed in the overall package.
DD: I went into the theater wanting to love this. I actually enjoyed parts of the 2014 Godzilla and thought that if they gave more time to the monsters and less time to the boring humans (or if they made the human characters more interesting) then it would have been a lot of fun. I wasn’t expecting Shakespeare, but at least an enjoyable monster-fighting-monster movie. If only they had learned from 2014. They expanded the size of the human cast but barely have enough combined characterization for two of them. Ken Watanabe returns as Dr. Ishiro Serizawa, the only really notable character brought over from the first movie and, honestly, the only really notable character in this one. His previous connection to Godzilla helps flesh out a pretty standard scientist-type character. A lot of the other actors try to shine through as well, especially Kyle Chandler, Millie Bobby Brown, and Vera Farmiga, but there is pretty much no point to them. Other actors like Bradley Whitford and Thomas Middleditch try to bring fun and life to the film but it takes itself so seriously they are more distractions than characters who are part of the world. That is arguably my biggest flaw with the movie: It takes itself so seriously that it strips the charm from the very concept that has been perfected over the past 60 years of Godzilla movies.
BS: For as many characters there are in the movie, the only really believable or interesting one throughout the whole film is Godzilla, which is really disappointing for a couple of reasons. First, that really is an impressive cast when you break it down, with actors who I know can do a lot better. I’m more inclined to think that it’s 100% a writing problem but man, just about every single actor, with the exception of Watanabe, is wasted. There’s just nothing particularly compelling or interesting about these characters either, and they often make decisions that lack any kind of reasoning and are just plain stupid. Granted, I wasn’t expecting Oscar-worthy performances, but when you make me dislike the acting of Millie Bobby Brown and Coach Taylor (Kyle Chandler), you know you’ve done something very, very wrong.
DD: The monsters have the most personality of any of the characters in the movie, which is why it’s a shame they don’t get much in the way of screentime. The movie actually makes Ghidorah incredibly formidable and intimidating, and he is a much better villain than Charles Dance. The other monsters each get at least one cool scene that tends to highlight why they are cool, but overall the movie strangely doesn’t seem that interested in them. They really only ever show up to fight and then mysteriously disappear for no reason other than the plot needs them to drag this out for a full 2 hours. When they are allowed to fight on screen without constant cutaways to less interesting (human) characters, it actually can look really good. At least, it can when the cinematography allows it. Often the editing and cinematography work together to create a chaotic scene that is hard to follow and I am sure is an artistic choice. I am reminded of something I have said with other movies in the past, even if bad filmmaking is an artistic choice, it is still bad filmmaking. They took time and effort to make realistic and terrifying monsters but are scared to let you look at them for too long. This movie should have been a love letter to the old-school grandfather of all monster films and instead, it just became a mess. It feels like the movie they had to get out of the way so they could make Godzilla Vs. Kong, which is hitting theaters next year. They certainly wanted to make sure you knew that King Kong was in their universe. The movie barely shuts up about him.
BS: Now Daniel, I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but did you know that Kong is another monster and that he’s going to fight Godzilla next year in Godzilla Vs Kong, because the makers of this film want you to know that. Now I don’t mind subtle nods to future movies. Marvel has been doing that for over a decade, but dear God it felt like anytime they could stick a reference in, even if it didn’t make sense, they would do it. It’s so bad that if you played a drinking game where you took a shot every time a character said “Kong” or “Skull Island” you might find yourself stealing Alex Legion’s girlfriend or naked in the pool at the Merrick Inn. They beat you over the head with it and honestly, it makes me not want to see Godzilla and Kong duke it out next year. While we’re on that topic, how in the world is Kong even a match for Godzilla? Especially with how this movie ends and how much bigger he is than Kong. Kong has certainly grown since the last time we saw him on Skull Island (Take a shot – I said Kong and Skull Island in the same sentence!) but it still doesn’t feel like a fair fight. In short, find more subtle ways to nod to the future. These references never feel earned; they feel given.
DD: The movie isn’t clueless about how to stealthily insert easter eggs though, and I will give them credit for it. There are a lot of little moments that brought back my Godzilla nostalgia. There is a nice easter egg nodding to some important characters in Mothra’s movie history. The music especially shines in the dull film surrounding it. Pretty much all the music comes from the monsters’ original themes from the Japanese films, slightly modernized, but not so much as to make them unrecognizable. It’s a nice throwback to the old-school movies but also only highlights what this one does wrong. If they wanted to make a movie about humans trying to figure out how to survive in a world with these titans, they should have made the characters more well-rounded and given them clear goals and ways of thinking. Countless Godzilla media have managed to pull that off, from comics like Godzilla: The Half-Century War and Godzilla: Kingdom of Monsters to other movies like Shin Godzilla and the original 1954 Gojira. If they wanted to make a fun monster melee movie, then they should have focused it on the monsters and had the human characters and plot, for the most part, stay out of the action. Trying to do both just left the movie a failure on both fronts. The plot feels like nothing more than a series of coincidences and contrivances that ultimately go nowhere. The villains’ plan is just plain stupid and the heroes mostly luck their way into their successes. Nothing is earned. No one develops as characters. Things just happen for 2 hours and then credits roll. The movie feels like any other generic action set-piece-based movie, which is shameful for one of the most recognized creatures in cinema history.
BS: I generally go into a movie with an open mind, and I usually lean towards wanting to like a film. I find myself being more lenient if I find some type of enjoyment in the movie, and usually let plot holes and annoyances go. Unfortunately, I’m really trying to find something that I genuinely enjoyed about the film. Gun to my head, the fights that we see are legitimately fun and entertaining, with a couple of stand-out moments at the end, but on the whole, the movie is just boring and not the fun monster-punching movie I was expecting. They gave me something that gives me little incentive to want to continue with the franchise, which is a real shame. There are definitely some cool ideas here, but the film is just so poorly done. Unfortunately, I don’t think they should . . . let them fight . . . again.
[Spoilers for The Twilight Zone’s season finale “Blurryman” follow.]
I have largely stayed away from online discourse concerning The Twilight Zone. While I normally read reviews for movies before I watch them, I wanted to go into this show relatively blind as to what other critics and viewers were saying. Today I went back through some articles at various and found that my frustrations with this show – that it is too unsubtly preachy and not nearly sci-fi enough – are frustrations that many other writers have had. But with the show’s meta season finale “Blurryman,” the creative team behind The Twilight Zone retort the collective criticism against it by screaming “We made this season bad on purpose! We are actually smart, trust us!”
“Blurryman” opens with Seth Rogen writing the outline of a movie, kicking himself for being an imposter and a hack. His movie is a nuclear apocalypse piece where only midway through do mushroom clouds end society. Once Rogen’s character thinks to move the nuclear war to the beginning, he feels more at ease and accomplished with his work. He looks outside in joy, thinking about how cooped up he has been and wanting to get some fresh air. But when he opens the window he finds that his story has become reality and the world has become a desolate nuclear wasteland. Peele enters the screen espousing narration about how Rogen will soon learn the social responsibility of a writer, and that he needs to create more than simply “entertainment,” but rather he needs to create “art.” It is incredibly tacky and cringey, directly in line with the rest of this season’s episodes.
But midway through narration, Peele breaks character and says the narration needs to be written. “Blurryman” takes place on the production of The Twilight Zone, with Peele and Rogen playing themselves as they create a new Twilight Zone episode. Peele goes to his makeup room and talks to the episode’s writer and showrunner Sophie Gelson (a fictional character, played by Zazie Beetz) about the opening narration. Peele is turned off by the distinction between art and entertainment; they should not be separated because they are not mutually exclusive. Sophie thinks that the sci-fi story that Rogen’s character in the episode is “genre trash” and cannot be art. Genre fiction at all is just pulp nonsense. Art cannot be silly nonsense. It needs to say something, she believes, and the “slippery slope from superhero movies and sci-fi crap to idiocracy” is what episode being produced in “Blurryman” is all about. Peele replies “Our show is sci-fi, right?”
Sophie retreats to her office to rewrite the narration. When she submits it and watches the shooting of it on set, the cue cards have been replace with narration about “writer Sophie Gelson’s” refusal to “confront her fears.” She is convinced it is a prank and tries to track down the person who messed with the narration. In this process she finds out that in the background of every episode of season one there has been a blurry figure ominously standing (the blurry man is truly in every episode, and TV Guide found all of his appearances and put them in this list). On the crew’s lunch she wonders around the set and stumbles upon the Blurry Man. The episode turns into a cat-and-mouse chase with Sophie running across the production lot to ward of the Blurry Man, but she is never able to fully do so.
Sophie somehow knows the Blurry Man’s presence is connected to her hatred of genre fiction. “Jordan’s putting you up to this, isn’t he?” she screams at the figure. “Because horror is real? Because the genre stuff isn’t just bullshit.” There is a tension in Sophie’s mind between the fantastic and the intelligent. For her, sci-fi itself is not quite able to reach a profound level. What she believes Serling did was not give profound stories, but rather gave profound narration at the beginning and end of trashy sci-fi episodes because that was the only way to reach the masses. We know in this alternate reality that Sophie is one of the chief creative minds behind the new Twilight Zone, and her idea that the new show needs to shrug away its genre tendencies to deliver message is very much in-play in almost all of The Twilight Zone’s actual episodes. Very few of this new season resides in the supernatural, and “Blurryman” gives us a reason for that: Sophie hates the supernatural. The soapbox messaging of “Point of Origin” and “The Wunderkind” are a result of her reluctance to dive into genre storytelling and insistence that the show needs to bluntly say something insightful.
But after she figures out that the Blurry Man is in fact real and not some prank Peele has orchestrated, she decides to open herself up to him. He clouds her in smoke and she sees a vision of a young Sophie, eyes locked onto an old Twilight Zone episode. “These are make-believe stories,” her dad protests to her mother. “She needs to get out in the real world with real world.” “She could do both? Right, Soph?” her mom replies. Sophie sees in this vision not only her fear to reckon with the unknown, but also that the supernatural and the natural need not be dichotomized. Genre fiction can be art. Serling’s work on the original Twilight Zone proved this to be the case.
The episode ends with the Blurry Man revealing himself to be Ron Serling, CGI recreated like Peter Cushing in Rogue One. He takes Sophie’s hand, claiming “we have a lot of work to do,” and walks her through a black-and-white door that presumably leads to… The Twilight Zone. It is a note that looks forward to the season two, a promise that the future episodes will be more in-line with the original series. “Blurryman” retroactively turns the new Twilight Zone into an essay that argues that sci-fi metaphors of the original series were necessary for its success, and by removing the sci-fi “entertainment” from the new episodes in favor of “artistic” messaging a new Twilight Zone can’t work. But of course what the original did, and what “Blurryman” realizes, is that the genre entertainment heightens the importance of the artistic marriage. Entertainment and art are married, not separated. The supernatural aspects of the original Twilight Zone are just as real and weighty as its themes.
Season one is an interesting exercise then, an ambitious effort to see if a bad season of television can still have a satisfying payoff. I appreciate the goal and the sentiment – it is a true celebration of Serling’s original series and displays a knowledge of why that show was so incredible – but I don’t think it quite works. “Blurryman” is a fascinating course-correction, but it doesn’t make watching nine episodes of bad television worth it just to find out in the tenth that the first nine were bad on purpose. In fact it may wind up being a damaging experiment. While “Blurryman” indicates a more adventurous second season will come, I don’t think that I will bother watching it because so much of season one – even though it was meant to – left such a sour taste in my mouth. I can’t imagine I am alone.
Creating an actively unentertaining reboot as a way to celebrate the genius of the original property is in its own way genius and subversive, but it works much better as an intellectual thought than it does as a legitimate show. While “Blurryman” is a terrific individual episode and makes me admire season one so much more, the test of The Twilight Zone’s first season doesn’t quite work for me. At the end of the day, no matter the intention and cleverness, if most of the episodes of a TV show is bad, then the show is bad. The Twilight Zone reboot, though it tried, could not overcome that truth.
Episodes of “The Twilight Zone” are available exclusively on CBS All Access. For more of Adrian’s rants concerning bad reboots (looking at you “The Lion King,” probably), follow him on Twitter @APBryant32.
Cinema was perfected when the party comedy was conceived. With the right talent behind them, party comedies like Neighbors and Blockers can transcend our common understanding of art and elevate us to a higher plane of cinematic enjoyment we never thought possible before. And even bad movies like Sisters and The Hangover trilogy are watchable at the very worst, because it is always a pleasure to see people chuggin’ booze and munchin’ shrooms. Although I am being slightly facetious about the importance of party comedies, if any pitch involves the phrases “high school party” or “middle aged people partying in an effort to be young again,” I am automatically and earnestly hooked.
Olivia Wilde’s directorial debut Booksmart is right up my alley. Molly (Beanie Feldstein) and Amy (Kaitlyn Dever) are their high school’s best two students. They have slaved away all of their K-12 career acing tests and swimming through endless extracurriculars so that they can glide into the nation’s Ivy League schools. Their efforts have worked, but once Molly finds out that many of her classmates who spend their days chuggin’ booze and munchin’ shrooms are also getting into top-notch colleges, Molly convinces herself that her and Amy’s efforts were all for naught. They decide that they will go to their classmate Nick’s (Mason Gooding) party on the night before graduation so they can say they didn’t spend all of high school not having any fun.
Their biggest stumbling block is the fact that, since they have mostly had their heads in the scholastic realm, they do not know Nick’s address nor do they know anyone with Nick’s address. The first 40 or so minutes of the film follow Molly and Amy’s efforts to get to Nick’s house, and these minutes are where Booksmart shine because it conveys the true oddity of high school. Eighties high school movies like The Breakfast Club or Pretty in Pink have their merits, but their depiction of all high schoolers as fitting into a very specific stereotype have always kept me at arm’s length from them emotionally. But Booksmart (and many other recent high school pieces like Netflix series American Vandal and young adult novel Me and Earl and The Dying Girl) refute that tendency by giving its supporting characters their own flavor of weirdness that is unique to them – something I saw much more often in high school than I saw people who were super stereotypically jock-ish or preppy.
Highlights from the supporting cast include Gigi (Billie Lourde), who pops up in every destination that Amy and Molly find themselves in on the way to Nick’s as if some kind of drugged out North star. Gig knows how to get to Nick’s house, but rather than giving our duo the address she gives out cryptic fortune-cookie clues that push them slightly farther to Nick’s right before she mysteriously backs into the shadows. Jared (Skylar Gisondo) is also a stand-out of the film as an awkward loner who tricks out his race-car and rents party yachts with his dad’s money in an effort to attract friends who are unwilling to hang out with him because they see him as (and granted, this is his literal license plate ID) a “fuk boi.” Even Nick, who is portrayed in the film’s opening moments as an ignorant ape, is quite charming and deceptively smart. All of the high school characters – jock, nerd, rich, prep, whatever labels we’re tempted to use – have complicated lives that aren’t waiting to be discovered, as a movie like The Breakfast Club would argue, but they are already presented openly in their day-to-day interactions with each other. And most of them are aware of each other’s complexities. It is Molly and Amy who have spent so much of their time doing homework and looking down upon their “dumber” cohort who need to open their eyes and catch-up to their classmates’ awareness.
The success of the supporting cast is only heightened by the seamless performances of Feldstein and Dever. Booksmart is a movie about their eyes opening to the high school they missed out on, but it is also a movie about their relationship. Molly is a more commanding force, and often seems to drag Amy into situations (like going to Nick’s party at all) that she does not want to be in. But Amy levels Molly at points by giving her heaps of uplifting encouragement that warms up her sometimes cold heart a bit. They both give and take quite a bit in their friendship and Dever and Feldstein sell that friendship effortlessly. In scenes where Amy and Molly are separated, their classmates make remarks like “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without Amy/Molly,” and audiences have that seem feeling every time they are apart; the bond is so strong that it is hard to process them as individuals rather than a unit, which eventually becomes a conflict in their friendship in the movie’s third act. It takes a lot for two actors to create such a dense unity between characters, but Feldstein and Dever are incredibly successful in doing it.
The main reason I am incredibly susceptible to party comedies is that parties have a positive and wholesome undercurrent to them. Everyone is gathering just to have a good time. Things go awry at many, to be sure, but they are created simply for people to unify and have fun. The party setting bonds groups of people who often seem like they can’t have a bond. Booksmart uses that setting to show that people’s tendency to heap ill-informed perceptions and roles onto others is foolish, because at their core high schoolers are all scared but well-meaning people who are trying to find their identity. Molly and Amy have spent so much time assuming that their classmates are below them when in fact they are all on the same playing field, and without having gone to Nick’s party the duo would likely have never learned that. But at the same time Molly and Amy’s friendship, while very insular, is a remarkable one that is worth celebration and the party setting of Booksmart does exactly that. Olivia Wilde told NPR that she hoped Booksmart makes teens “celebrate being young,” and its love for its characters and their weirdness certainly shows that being young is a treasure rather than a burden.
“Booksmart” opened in theaters May 25th. See your local theater for showtimes and watch the trailer here. You can follow Adrian on Twitter @APBryant32 to hear more of his never-ending love for boozey party comedies.
Game of Thrones has ended. More than a week after the show’s conclusion, Nick Roush and T.J. Walker put a bow on the greatest series that ever was. Don’t think of it as a good-bye; more like, see ya later. Highlights:
— How “The Last Watch” gave us new insight into the show.
— The series’ ultimate Targaryen misdirection.
— How the show runners could have used Euron better.
— Did The Ringer’s Ranking of Every Game of Thrones Episode get it right?
— What we would’ve added from the books, or taken away from the show.
— The show’s greatest ‘what ifs.’
You can easily listen on the KSR App, available on iTunes and Google Play. Streaming online is simple through Pod Paradise. You can also get it directly to your phone by subscribing to “Kentucky Sports Radio” on iTunes or via Android’s Podcast Addict app.
By Nick Roush on ©May 28th, 2019 @ 6:00pm
The dust has settled in King’s Landing. Even though Samwell Tarly’s democracy went nowhere fast, at Kentucky Sports Radio we still count the votes.
Entering the final season of Game of Thrones, the KSR crew submitted a ballot, picking who would live, who would die, who would come back to life and who would ultimately win the Game of Thrones.
After tallying the votes, it is a great pleasure that I introduce to you the next Three-Eyed Raven, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, the Prince that was Promised…Drew Franklin.
Maester Drew was the only person who correctly picked Bran the Broken to ultimately sit the Iron Throne (although, it kind of does not exist anymore). The three bonus points gave him an advantage over Tyler Thompson, who finished four spots behind Drew with nine correct answers. Three people — Luckett, Walker and myself — finished tied for third with eight points.
While many believed Jon Snow would live, too many put too much faith in Aegon Targaryen. We also put too much faith in the Undead. You’ll find the entire ballot below, with the correct answers highlighted in green.
Even though the series is over and Drew is the king of the KSR kingdom, we still have another episode of Kentucky Thrones Radio ready for you tomorrow afternoon. Have questions? Send them in @RoushKSR or @TJWalkerRadio.
[Spoilers for “The Blue Scorpion” follow.]
At midnight this past Thursday, the comedy music troupe The Lonely Island dropped a visual rap album (think Beyonce’s Lemonade) called The Unauthorized Bash Brothers Experience. The “visual poem,” as they refer to it, centers on the eponymous Bash Brothers Mark McGuire (Akiva Schaffer) and Jose Canseco (Andy Samberg) and their use of steroids to propel their skill as Major League Baseball players. In the song “Focused AF,” Canseco engages in a question-and-answer breakdown with McGuire that reveals their true motivations for ‘roiding out: “Where is the limit? / There are no limits. / And what is the goal? / To make dad love me. / To make dad love me. / [In unison:] To make dad finally love me!” One of the album’s latter songs “Daddy” is directed to both of the athlete’s dads: “Got much bigger, faster, stronger, Dad / Hit so long / But you always want it longer, Dad / ‘But therapy’s for losers, little boy / therapy’s for losers.'”
Oddly, the incredibly hilarious Bash Brothers is a much more successful portrait of obsession and daddy issues than The Twilight Zone’s newest episode “The Blue Scorpion.” But instead of focusing on steroids as a coping mechanism, the addiction that controls Jeff Storck’s (Chris O’Dowd) life is a gun. Jeff is at the lowest point in his life, staying with his dad while he goes through a divorce that he can barely afford. When he returns home one night, though, Jeff finds that his father has committed suicide. During the police investigation Jeff is presented with a gun and asked to confirm whether or not it was his dad’s gun. Jeff is confused at the sight, as his dad was a “hippie” that loathed guns his entire life.
The gun, gold-plated and stamped with rose-pedal imprints with an ivory grip featuring a blue scorpion, soon entrances Jeff. Once he sees the gun, he grows more paranoid and distrusting of the world. Every man he runs into is named Jeff, and even one of his students reports a feeling that the objects in her dorm are communicating with her. The gun itself (named The Blue Scorpion), Jeff finds out from a gun shop owner named Bob Jeff, was once owned by Che Guevara and has only been owned by six people before Jeff. “The legend is,” Bob says, “you don’t find [The Blue Scorpion], it finds you.” Any bullet that Jeff loads into The Blue Scorpion’s cartridge is engraved with his name. As the gun radiates some sort of mystic energy, Jeff begins to believe that he cannot trust anyone. All he can trust is The Blue Scorpion which came for him.
“The Blue Scorpion” seems to be leading its viewers to see Jeff’s sanity as crumbling due to the gun. Given the leftist politics of the show so far, it’s expected that the episode is going to condemn guns and advocate for either a ban on guns or further restrictions. And I think the episode believes it is doing that. Peele’s closing narration bemoans human tendency to treasure objects more than human life, which is a not so subtle message that the U.S. is more caring about the rights of guns than people who die from them. But the ending of the episode’s plot shows Jeff using the gun to kill a neighborhood house-invader after the invader tries to break into Jeff’s car. Once the invader is killed, Jeff is praised in the newspapers as a hero and is granted a position as the Chair of his university’s Anthropology Department. Everything works out perfectly for him thanks to the gun, but Peele’s narration claims that the gun has led to great tragedy.
But where is this tragedy? My best guess is that “The Blue Scorpion” is saying that instead of everybody focusing on the death of the invader and mourning the loss of life, they are celebrating his demise at the hand of a gun. I could buy that if the show treated the invader with any amount of sympathy. He dies and the cops are like, “Oh, great job killing this dude,” and that is as much time as is spent on him. There is a large incongruity between Jeff’s ending as a character and Peele’s narration that I cannot square. Even though the episode claims to be anti-gun its plot delivers an oddly pro-gun story.
The Lonely Island’s Bash Brothers toes a similar line as it consistently refers to the players’ use of performance enhancing drugs. But McGuire and Canseco are portrayed as broken buffoons who retreat to baseball as a way to, albeit unhealthily, deal with their fathers’ rejection of them. While the piece ends with the Oakland Athletics winning the World Series, we know that their use of steroids is not being promoted as a means for success. “The Blue Scorpion” tries to do the same thing – showing Jeff’s rise and success because his obsession with the gun but not endorsing the gun as a path to success – but it fails tremendously.
If anything distinguishes “The Blue Scorpion” from the other political episodes of The Twilight Zone, it is that it drops the ball so hard in its messaging that it ends up romanticizing the very thing it means to attack. Its embellishment of the gun with mystical properties makes the gun come off like a well-meaning genie rather than the deceptive demon it is meant to be depicted as. It is hard to tackle to the anti-gun argument of the episode because it fails so hard at making that argument. The previous episodes of this show have been bad, but they have at least had a clear message; “The Blue Scorpion” cannot even make it to that low-bar.
Episodes of “The Twilight Zone” are available exclusively on CBS All Access. For more of Adrian’s piping hot-takes and foolish opinions on pop culture, follow him on Twitter @APBryant32.
Without dating myself (I’m totally about to date myself), my childhood was a blur of Star Wars and the Disney Renaissance of the 90’s and with all of the recent Disney remakes of classic films from that period it’s given me rose tinted glasses towards basically all those movies. The 2017 remake of Beauty and The Beast in particular I thought did a great job of paying tribute to that film while also adding enough new to make it feel different while also having that original spirit that made me love it as a kid. God help me when The Lion King comes out later this year, I might have to push a few kids out of the way to be the first one in the theater to see it. I say this because I honestly was a bit worried I couldn’t remain objective when it comes to these movies, however I didn’t think that would be a problem with Aladdin. The trailers made it look like a god-awful cringey mess, with an unsettling looking Genie and I sincerely believed it was destined to fail, even with an impressive cast. I went in expecting a disaster, and I walked out with a pretty big smile on my face, although not without some caveats.
When this decade began, American action films were in a dark place. The superhero had already cemented his iron clad grip on the box office by 2010, so the days of the MCU and its many imitators were already coming out of the depths to deliver clean, family and CGI heavy action fare. The Fast and Furious franchise (Fast Five is the only good F&F movie and I will pretentiously scold anyone who says otherwise) and Liam Neeson’s cadre of choppily edited sexagenarians were seemingly the only avenues of action entertainment outside comic book characters. Even Sylvester Stallone’s mindlessly stupid and violent Expendables series had gone the bloodless and boring route of the previously mentioned Muscular Car Bros and died fairly early on in the decade. Unless you were watching masterfully done foreign films like The Raid and its face melting sequel or The Man From Nowhere, it was a very sad time to be a fan of action films. When all hope seemed lost, a savior returned from exile to save us all. He’s an ageless mystic. The One. That guy who rode on a fast bus. His name literally translates into “Cool Breeze”. In 2014, Keanu Reeves came back to us, and he brought with him an icon for a new generation of cinema. The Baba Yaga himself, John Wick. The guy you send to kill the Boogey Man. 5 years later, the 3 piece suit wearing assassin and master of gun fu has slaughtered his way into a third film, John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum. And like the previous two entries in the franchise, it is well worth your time.
The third entry in the Wickverse picks up immediately where its predecessor left off; Wick is on the run after being declared excommunicado, and in this world of shadowy super assassins and mysterious crime syndicates, that designation is a death sentence. He’s got a 14 million dollar bounty on his head and every assassin in New York City hot on his trail. Even odds, as proclaimed by Ian McShane’s droll series mainstay Winston. The first 30 or 40 minutes of the film fly by in a mesmerizing blur as John battles his way out of the city. Library books, old timey revolvers, horses, and more are ingeniously put to use by our master assassin. Chapter 3 has some of the most creative kills in the franchise, whether that’s in the form of that library book being used to pulverize a face or John using a feckless henchman as a pin cushion, you’ll be cheering and wincing in equal measure.
The same can be said of the rest of the films action sequences. Fans of the previous two films and watching bad guys being punched or shot or stabbed to death in general will have a lot to love here. Jon’s shootouts are just as fluid and visceral as they’ve ever been, that’s if he’s in a crowd pleasing team up with Halle Berry’s Sofia and her pair of German Shepherds or on his own going Baba Yaga on some vaguely Eastern European henchman’s ass. Oh, and sword fights. There are sword fights in these movies now.
While John fights for his life, the ever foreboding High Table finally rears its head into the series. Due to John’s actions at the end of the previous film, the Table sends enforcers in the form of the steely eyed Adjudicator and a group of sushi chef ninjas out to clean house. This leads to Winston, Charon, and Laurence Fishburne’s Bowery King being given a subplot of their own that breaks up the more intense passages of the film. It makes a nice reprieve from the action that gives us more world building and helps establish the High Table as a truly powerful force within the world of the film.
While Chapter 3 is an absolute blast, it isn’t without its faults. For starters, the action sequences are self-indulgent as hell. Self-indulgent can be good at times. But at some point, when you’ve seen John Judo throw the same opponent for the 13th time or hold some poor bastard down and headshot him for the 2,000th time, you’ll begin to ask yourself if things are beginning to get repetitive. The middle section of the film drags on at times too, but how could it not? As it is largely about John going on a hackneyed walk through the desert to meet a guy named “The Elder” or “The One Above”. I can’t really remember, but it was one of the two. It’s a well-worn trope to take protagonists on the Christ like desert walk, but just because it’s well-worn doesn’t mean that it’s a good trope. Unsurprisingly, that’s the case here too.
Fans of the almost minimalistic tone of the first film who were frustrated with the more over the top nature and world building of the second will likely have the same issues with Chapter 3. It’s big, cartoonish, and utterly self-indulgent. But if that puts you off, than you shouldn’t be reading this in the first place. There’s a reverence for the genre here that is truly something to behold; with familiar faces, Easter eggs, and enough homages to the classics of the past to keep any fan of action movies in a state of gleeful bliss for the duration of the film’s runtime. John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum is an action packed and satisfying entry to the series that not only sheds more light on the motive and backstory of its title character, but leaves him in an incredibly exciting place for the next installment in the series.
We reached the end of Game of Thrones. After eight years of excellent television, Nick Roush and T.J. Walker talk about the series finale on Kentucky Thrones Radio. Highlights:
— How themes manifested in the finale played throughout the show.
— Uncertainty between Tyrion, Jon and Daenerys that defined the finale.
— Jon Snow is essentially Aemon Targaryen II.
— Sit the hell down Edmure Tully.
— Is Bran actually the most evil person in all of Westeros?
— Why this show meant so much to so many people (including us) for so long.
You can easily listen on the KSR App, available on iTunes and Google Play. Streaming online is simple through Pod Paradise. You can also get it directly to your phone by subscribing to “Kentucky Sports Radio” on iTunes or via Android’s Podcast Addict app.
The majority of The Twilight Zone’s episodes have dealt with hot-button political topics in 2019 – police brutality, Donald Trump’s presidency, toxic masculinity, etc. – and have made taken very clear stances on them. Which is fine. Great, even. All art is political and is a response to its cultural environment, sometimes as a direct allegory or sometimes a subtle allusion. I want television that is about 2019, especially since 2019 is a trainwreck and I could use all of the help I can get making sense of the world.
But The Twilight Zone isn’t cutting it. Even the strongest episodes lie “Replay” and “Not All Men” boil down to annoyingly simple theses: “Police brutality is bad,” in the case of “Replay”; and “toxic masculinity is bad and men should fight against it” in the case of “Not All Men.” I concur. I even concur with the messages of the bad episodes. Yes, “The Wunderkind,” I agree that Donald Trump is a petulant child. Yes, “A Traveler,” I think fake news is a problem. I am down with all of these sentiments, but they aren’t teaching me anything. I haven’t learned anything from any of the series’ episodes so far.
On the most recent episode of The Funkhouser Situation, Chris and Lee discussed who the best late-night hosts currently working are. Chris praised John Oliver for a few reasons, but the chief among them is that Chris always learns something after an episode of Oliver’s show “Last Week Tonight.” Oliver spend twenty minutes of the show’s thirty minute run-time doing a deep-dive into some current issue of national debate (the first season’s episode on standardized testing stands out as one of the show’s highlights for me) and comes down to some conclusion, usually calling his audience to action by having them troll whatever government organization he is covering. As a liberal, he takes generally leftist stances on the topics at hand; as a liberal, I am inclined to agree with what he says. But by presenting his stances using incredibly strong journalism and research, Oliver ensures that his audience – those who side with him and those who don’t – have a more holistic, nuanced understanding of the episode’s subject.
The Twilight Zone is not an informative comedy show, sure. But fiction has just as much, if not more, potential to shed light on the complexities of an issue. The Twilight Zone has flubbed so hard on providing any insight into any of its political issues because it opts to take the most milquetoast stance it can. It feels so safe to simply say X thing is bad without delving into any underlying aspects of X thing.
The show’s eighth episode “Point of Origin” is perhaps the most vanilla of this season. It follows Eve Martin (Gennifer Goodwin), a rich white lady who is detained by the U.S. government alongside her Guatemalan maid Anna Fuentes (Zabryna Guevera). Eve is treated just like many the undocumented immigrants she is kept with: she is separated from her children, given inadequate food and living arrangements, and the only explanation she receives as to why she is being held is that her presence in the U.S. is a “matter of national security.”
In the most Twilight Zone 2019 plot development yet – because every episode of this damn show has to involve some lame space shit – Eve learns that she is suspected of being a (gasp) alien from another dimension. When she was a child, the people of her dimension immigrated to her current dimension in hope of finding a better life. By coming in, Eve and her alien-cohort have spoiled the once great genetic pool of this dimension. Therefore she must be detained.
Does that sound familiar? Does it sound rhetoric you have heard before, say, from advocates for stronger border control? Does it sound like points you have heard made by someone with extreme governmental authority? Huh? Does it? Of course it does, because we’re not the fucking morons the show thinks we are. We get it. The U.S. government is treating undocumented immigrants like trash, and those with racial and financial privilege like Eve are complicit by being willfully unaware of immigrants’ experiences. We have heard it all before in more succinct and intelligent ways.
The heavy-handedness not only makes for poor storytelling, but it makes the episode’s audience unclear. If “Point of Origin” is trying to make border-hawk conservatives change their attitudes toward immigration, they are failing. Eve, her family, and friends are treated with active disdain by the episode. Anna has been with the Eve’s family for over ten years, but Eve cannot name any of Anna’s children, nor does she know that Anna is from Guatemala and not Mexico (likely, Eve doesn’t know the difference between the two). Eve and her friends remark about how illegal immigrants should know the risks of crossing the border; they are, after all, breaking the law, so they argue. If the show wants to connect conservative audiences to Eve, making Eve one of the more repulsive characters the show has dealt with will not accomplish that. Viewers can point to Eve’s repeated self-centeredness and say “She’s nothing like me!” because her behavior is so extreme that no one would be willing to identify themselves with her. Even fucking Green Book, for all of the massive racial issues it had, was more deliberate in targeting its older white audience to teach them a lesson on race.
And maybe she shouldn’t be sympathetic. People who hold such disdain for illegal immigrants based on their race probably aren’t deserving of loving depictions onscreen. However, if The Twilight Zone wants to make a case to conservatives that they are perpetuating the torture of thousands of humans, making the lead of the character a snooty aristocrat may not be the best approach. Showing how a middle-class person, who seemingly does good for their community through school programs or whatever, is capable of great evil through their oppression of immigrants would do much more to swing the tides. As “Point of Origin” stands, though, it seems the writers are more interested in appeasing their liberal viewership by feeding safe and unsubtle truths to them.
Stories like “Point of Origin” should be told. We should have more fictional shows with the massive platform of The Twilight Zone highlighting the incredible harm that the U.S. is causing immigrants who are simply looking for a better life. And perhaps I am being cynical. Maybe a white middle-class mother watched this episode and was genuinely moved by it. I hope that is the case. But this episode and many others in the series seem so thin in their depiction of progressive causes; they highlight the issue but give very little in the way of cause or solution. We don’t walk away from “Point of Origin” knowing how racial and nationalist bias forms, or how we can combat. We simply learn it is bad. I suppose for some people that is a step, but for a show as politically self-serious as The Twilight Zone, we should expect more than an already well-trodden diagnosis of social ills.
One week before The Funkhouser Situation hits the road for a live show at Jake’s Cigar Bar on May 20 at 8:30 p.m., Chris Tomlin and Lee Cruse talk about the latest in the world of pop culture, including the end of two popular HBO shows, Veep and Game of Thrones. Highlights:
— A look back at the careers of Doris Day and Tim Conway.
— Do we need another Maleficent? How many people have actually seen Sleeping Beauty?
— The Nanny is going to Broadway.
— Josh Gad is rebooting Honey I Shrunk the Kids; are Chris and Lee interested?
— Conan O’Brien’s must-listen podcast with Bill Hader.
— Ranking the current late night TV hosts.
— America’s favorite segment, HOT GOSS!
You can easily listen on the KSR App, available on iTunes and Google Play. Streaming online is simple through Pod Paradise. You can also get it directly to your phone by subscribing to The Funkhouser Situation podcast feed on iTunes or via Android’s Podcast Addict app.
Today’s episode is brought to you by Jake’s Cigar Bar.
Alright, lets talk about it. And by “it” I of course mean how what was arguably the greatest show ever made turned into a mere CGI spectacle without any real substance.
First off, since Season 8 is literally the most divisive thing in pop culture since “The Last Jedi”, so let me make my opinion on the entire series very clear. For its first four seasons, GOT was as about as close to perfect as it could be. Amazing character development fueled by pitch-perfect writing? Check. Political intrigue that was fascinating to watch? Check. Plus, the fact entertaining spectacle that we have never seen on TV before? Absolutely!
Then season 5 happened. It was still great television, but this was mostly a meandering season where nothing all that great happened, a “filler” season if you will. “Hardhome” was great, but then it was ruined by a hilariously forced season finale of “killing” Jon Snow when everyone knew it was a ploy just to have a shocking cliffhanger.
Season 6 was a comeback story for the ages. After Jon’s return, 5 was an entire season where each episode built upon itself with great writing until we got to the last two episodes of the season – “The Battle of the Bastards” and “The Winds of Winter.” I’ll be honest, outside of a couple of episodes of Breaking Bad, these were the two best episodes of TV I’ve ever witnessed.
Season 7, my friends, is where things started to be….different. For some reason the two last two seasons of probably the best show ever were squeezed down into just 13 episodes instead of 20. I’m sure the makers and everyone at HBO had their reasons, but they just aren’t good ones considering what we got has been a letdown after the peak of season 6.
Let me explain.
By Nick Roush on ©May 13th, 2019 @ 9:30pm
Before the Big Bang Theory takes its final bow, one of the sitcom’s biggest stars spent time in Lexington.
This afternoon Kaley Cuoco, the actress who portrays Big Bang’s Penny and stars in Priceline commercials alongside Kentucky resident William Schattner, visited the Kentucky Children’s Hospital with her husband Karl Cook. The duo brought plenty of laughs to patients and their families during their trip.
We do not know why Cuoco was in Lexington. One can only assume she was inspired by “Tuesdays with C.J.”
After 12 seasons, Big Bang Theory will air its final episode Thursday at 8:00 p.m. ET on CBS.
The penultimate episode of Game of Thrones left many loyal viewers angry, including Nick Roush. On the other microphone, T.J. Walker thought ‘The Bells’ was an all-time great Game of Thrones episode. Can they find a way to meet in the middle, or will Drogon’s flames burn down the podcast? Highlights:
— Who’s to blame for Dany’s heel turn?
— We should have seen the Mad Queen red flags from a mile away.
— Cleganebowl lived up to the hype.
— Did Cersei get the death she deserved?
— Two of the most powerful Tyrion scenes ever.
— A necessary Jon Snow short joke.
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The Pokémon franchise, which was birthed in the late nineties as a card game with supplemental video games, has remained incredibly ubiquitous in pop-culture. Pokémon are creatures that can be captured and trained for battle against other Pokémon as sport, with large championships being held regularly across the Poké-globe. Essentially, it is cock fighting but with cuter creatures who are somehow complicit in this system of slavery. The late-nineties and early aughts were riddled with an absurd amount of monster-battle properties, such as Yuh-Gi-Oh, Beyblade, and Digimon, but only Pokémon – likely due to all of its 800+ creatures being absolutely adorable – has held attention in the consciousness of the American youth.
The 1997 Pokémon anime series placed certain characters on the expansive Mount Rushmore of iconic Pokémon creatures (Bulbasaur, Charizard, and Squirtle come to mind). But the breakout star of the series was certainly Pikachu, an adorable yellow rat-like Pokémon with the ability to conjure electricity and use it for attack. Pikachu’s cuteness and his placement as the central Pokémon of the series made him the face of the franchise, in a way. All Pokémon have some level of iconography, but Pikachu is certainly the most recognizable among the general public.
What the general public does not recognize is the Pikachu we are given in the first live-action feature of the franchise, Detective Pikachu. Pikachu (voiced by Ryan Reynolds) is a manic, caffeine-addicted, wisecracking fur-ball who is dead-set on finding his former partner Harry Goodman – whose death, Pikachu believes, has been faked. Pikachu teams up with Harry’s reluctant son Tim (Justice Smith) to crack the case after learning that Tim can understand him; all other Pokémon can say only their names, but Harry alone can understand in English what Pikachu is trying to say. Files are opened, coffee is guzzled, and conspiratorial yarn boards are built by our duo as they delve through the seedy underbelly of Ryme City to uncover the whereabouts of Harry.
Detective Pikachu‘s central mystery is quite compelling, and could serve as a strong introduction to noir film tropes for many of the children watching it. Pikachu and Tim uncover mass corruption in Ryme City’s government by picking up clues from leads in locations common to noir films, such as seaport docks, underground fighting clubs (involving Pokémon in this case), and scientific testing labs. They are aided in their effort by news intern Lucy Stevens (Katherine Newton), who has picked up the case work the Harry left in the wake of his death and is anxious to use the story to springboard into a career as a hardboiled journalist.
Placing the generally melancholy elements of noir film stories in a children’s film should not work, but director Rob Letterman treats the story beats with such levity that it hardly ever seems incongruous. He blends noir-storytelling with light-hearted children’s fare not only through the character of Pikachu, who is essentially a PG-rated Deadpool, but through the production design and cinematography. The night scenes in Ryme City are dark and foggy, but the light sources present in the city are largely neon pinks and blues, making for a city that looks like a beautifully elaborate laser tag arena. No film in 2019 so far has been as gorgeously composed as Detective Pikachu¸ and its visual design serves as a means through which younger audiences can digest the contrast of mystery and merriment.
Given the noir-ish nature of the story’s premise, Detective Pikachu shoves aside much of what we understand about the Pokémon world. Ryme City’s mayor Howard Clifford (Bill Nighy) has created a Zootopia-esque city where Pokémon and humans cohabitate as friends and neighbors. There are no Pokémon arenas, no Pokémon trainers, and no Pokéballs to catch the creatures with. Many Ryme City residents still own Pokémon, but they are more pets than prized fighters.
The civility of Ryme City allows the film to fit in even more Pokémon cameos than a standard battle film might. Many Pokémon are seen working civilian jobs: a Ludicolo bartends, a Machamp directs traffic, a Loudred DJs, a Pikachu detects. Director Rob Letterman furnishes Detective Pikachu with an incredible amount of creatures to show how integrated they are in society. They are still pets, technically, but pets who can pour Pikachu a cup of Joe if he needs to relieve stress.
It is a shame that the world building and story beats in the film are so strong given that the film’s biggest weak point is Detective Pikachu himself. Ryan Reynolds is a fantastic actor, but his post-Deadpool success has funneled him into a 2010s career of only being Deadpool. Pikachu’s quips feel a little bit too self-aware, and in some cases a bit too mature for a an adorable figure like Pikachu. Not that Pikachu has to be snuggly the whole movie – he is Ryme City’s greatest detective, after all – but Ryan Reynolds doing kid-friendly Deadpool does not mesh with the uncynical tone that the rest of the movie bathes in.
The character is further crippled by a truly bizarre twist in the final twenty minutes that explains why he and Tim have been able to understand each other. The twist undercuts what is so fun about the idea of a Detective Pikachu; I want to see a cuddly Pikachu acting like a hard-shelled investigator, similar to how I want to watch three stacked-up boys in a trench coat try to sneak into a R-rated movie. It is adorable to see children playing tough, and Pikachu should be doing the same. But Pikachu in the movie is so adult-like that he ends up being a distraction from the rest of the film’s more compelling Pokémon world.
The other characters’ stories more or less work. Tim wrestles with the idea of finding his father, as the two have not spoken since Tim’s mother died when he was a child. He is suffering hard from What-Could’ve-Been Syndrome. As a child he wanted to become a Pokémon trainer (the film is unclear on this, but it seems that Pokémon battles are legal in places outside of Ryme City), but he has resigned to working as an insurance agent. Pikachu brings him out of his disappointing cubicle lifestyle and makes him reconsider whether the things he used to think were impossible – training Pokémon and connecting emotionally with his father – ever actually were impossible. By the end of the film he is given hope that he can be whoever he wants to be, which is a common but strong message to distill in a film for children.
Even though its eponymous hero is a bit of a misfire, Detective Pikachu is a strong introduction to Pokémon-as-citizens world that promises much potential for future installments. If every blockbuster was made with as much attention as care for its source material as Detective Pikachu is, then perhaps the prospect of endless franchise blockbusters in Hollywood wouldn’t be so troublesome. In 2019, the year of our franchises, Detective Pikachu will likely stand out among similar features like The Lion King and Sonic The Hedgehog (ugh) as not just another soulless cash-grab, but a film that imbues its IP with a lot of heart.