When
I first heard that Darren Arronovsky was putting this
film together I got flashbacks to 'Requiem for a Dream'...
which I'm still getting over. While his craft is undeniable,
Requiem for a Dream affected me deeply and negatively with
images I'll never shake. I knew he had the skill and ability
to touch me as a viewer, I just didn't like what he put me through.
The
Fountain
was produced with a tie-in of sorts in the form of a graphic
novel by Kent Williams.
When I knew Williams was involved, it became clear that this
was a movie I should see. The film is the purest example of
a graphic novel. Emotive, moving and expressive... the film
states its purpose in a way that could very easily miss you
by a mile. With breathtaking visuals and brilliant performances,
the movie takes the audience on a journey that, like Requiem
for a Dream, we are reluctant to take. Yet unlike the former
film, I was overjoyed that it asked me to come along.
From
the trailers, I was expecting a time travelling love story mixed
with some kind of Aztec Highlander thing. While there is the
search for a Mayan temple, there is no time travel or a love
that spans time in the Highlander sense. Instead, the film concerns
Tomas (Hugh Jackman) a scientist experimenting on primates
to discover a cure for cancer as his wife Izzi (played by the
fantastic Rachel Weisz) slowly succumbs to her inevitable
death from the same disease. Throughout the film she tries to
pull him away from his work and enjoy her company, limited though
it is. She also shares her novel, a work in progress about the
search for the Tree of Life. As she comes closer to demise,
she discovers that she has made her peace with death and views
it much as the subjects in her fiction do, part of life. Without
an ending to her work, she makes on request of her husband,
to finish it for her.
Much
as I was frustrated with the trailer's lack of involvement with
the actual film, I sympathize. I have no idea what a relevant
teaser for the movie would look like.
With
a jarring juxtaposition of scenes ranging from a Conquistador
expedition, a frustrated scientist's efforts to cure his wife's
cancer alongside mysterious instances of a very nervous Hugh
Jackman practicing Tai Chi in a transparent spaceship while
begging phantoms to leave him alone... it will probably lose
many of its viewers.
The
story is seemingly complex yet if you look at it as a meditation,
its message becomes clear. If you allow the images and the stunning
soundtrack by Clint Mansell and the Kronos Quartet
to flow through you... the message about life and death and
the intertwined roles that they play will get through.
Frank Robinson,
one of the foremost collectors of pulp art, has been generous
enough to share his recollections here. From the familiar peering
images of the Shadow to the strange and absurd threats of science
fiction monsters, this book belongs on your shelf.
The
book follows the evolution of the pulps from gumshoes to rayguns.
And Robinson should know better than most! As a veteran of the
pulps as a writer and collector, including his time at Rogue
Magazine (a contemporary of Playboy in sophisticated editorial
content with the likes of columnists such as Robert Bloch, Alfred
Bester, and Lenny Bruce), Frank Robinson has no shortage of
material.
Finally
in paperback for the budget shopper, the collection is easily
found online or even in a physical bookstore. Next lunchbreak
you have, take some time to flip through this tome and enjoy.
With over 300 full-color plates to look at, you'll be late to
your desk but glad you took the look.
I
fully admit that I am still investigating the phenomenon that
IS Bobby Conn. All I'm sure of so far is that Bobby
Conn is the son my mother always wanted.
Like
an alien born of the planet Showtune and posessing lyrical
skills unlike those of mortal men, Bobby Conn is an
entertainer unlike any other and yet hauntingly familiar.
Look here and you see David Bowie, there's Tom Jones
and even a bit of Peter Allen or Jerry Jerry and
the Sons of Rhythm Orchestra.
Yet
it was while Bobby was in a Maryland prison for mail fraud
that he discovered the "Continuous Ca$h Flow System."
Through this system of freely emptying his wallet to fill
up his soul, he would pass on his message, reaching the young
people through the music they love so much. Fearing that he
was born to be the anti-Christ, he decided to play against
the odds. Even as an avid Bowie fan, I say forget Ziggy
Stardust, this is the real deal... God help us.
I'm
a lucky man. In moving to North Carolina this year, not only
did I escape the winter storm season but I also got closer to
some very good music. Last time I was here I visited Schoolkids
Records and picked up the excellent self-titled Cities
album put out by YepRoc. This time by I spotted the employee
recommended 'Schooner.'
Part
Strokes vocals, part Pixies guitar licks, the
album rocks with a raw and fresh vibe that is hard to find nowadays.
With songs like 'My Friend's Band' the album is a really fun
listen. Don't let it pass you by... The Pixies were once
a 'local band,' afterall.
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