Ferguson Police Deportment

MUSIC:




In the interest of pure visceral response to a situation that makes all decent Americans feel sick with anger yet powerless, I wanted to gather a number of music videos that address our feelings about the situation.

You know, as powerless as we all feel about this, can you imagine how powerless these craven, paranoid, infantile and cowardly racist cops must feel to think it necessary to cover up their own wrongness with that much more wrongness?  Pathetic, it is.  Sorry guys, a gun will never be a penis, no matter how tightly you grip it at night.




Charley Patton
Tom Rushen Blues
1929





Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention
Trouble Every Day
1965






Kris Kristofferson
The Law is for Protection of the People
1970






Marvin Gaye
Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)
1971






Bob Marley & The Wailers
I Shot the Sheriff
1973






Fela Kuti & Afrika 70
Zombie
1976





The Clash
Police on My Back
1980






The Dicks
Hate the Police
1980






Dead Kennedys
Police Truck
1980






Peter Gabriel
Biko
1980






Rick James
Mr. Policeman
1981






Black Flag
Police Story
1981






NWA
Fuck Tha Police
1988






Public Enemy
Anti-Nigger Machine
1990

See also: most of the rest of PE's songs.  It's pretty much there in their name.






Ice Cube (featuring Chuck D)
Endangered Species
1990






Main Source
Just a Friendly Game of Baseball
1991






Body Count
Cop Killer
1992






Wally Pleasant
I Hate Cops
1993






KRS-ONE
Sound of da Police
1993






2pac
Holler If You Hear Me
1993






Sublime
April 29, 1992
1996






dead prez
Police State
2000





 
J. Dilla
Fuck the Police
2001






Le Tigre
Bang! Bang!
2001






Bruce Springsteen
American Skin (41 Shots)
2001






Rob Hustle (Featuring Liv)
Call the Cops
2014






Now that I look back at these songs in a historical context, the silence of today's biggest rappers is even more damning, but not any particular surprise.  After the explosion of hip-hop in the late 80s and early 90s, Big Music invested heavily in "Gangsta;" favoring rappers who put personal gain above the socially conscious issues affecting Black America.  Yes, there IS still socially and politically aware hip-hop out there, but they've been pushed to the thinnest margins of alternative hip-hop while mainstream America continues to pretend that Jay-Z matters.


Note: Neither this blogazine nor its writer endorse violence against the police.  I do, however, understand how people can get to feeling that way, given the current (police) state of "law enforcement" (accent on the "force") in America today.  We're all pretty fucking fortunate that poor and minority urban Americans don't react to genuine abuses the way NRA fanatics react to the slightest imagined sleights.


Here's one for you, racist gun-nuts and shit-bag cops...









Remembering Remembrances of Robin Williams

TV & FILM:




Robin Williams died, and that sucks.  I don't have much to say about that, but these people do, so I'd rather just let them do the talking.


David Letterman remembers the night the hurricane hit the Comedy Store...





Norm MacDonald tweeted a powerful memory of The Funniest Man in the World...


http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/norm-macdonald-met-robin-williams-funniest-man-world/story?id=24950575




Conan O'Brien remembers when Robin gave him a bicycle...







Jimmy Fallon remembers on behalf of the Tonight Show...







The USO remembers Robin's years of support...







Koko the Gorilla remembers making a friend...




I like that one because it's the least guarded I've ever seen him.  The shield of comedy is down, and he's just completely present to the experience.



It seems only right that the last word should belong to his daughter Zelda, sharing the most honest and universal of grief...

“My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.”



I, for one, promise to tell more penis jokes, to help pick up the slack.  Farewell, good sir.



Drawing the Derby

CULTURAL EVENT:

PDX Adult Soap Box Derby 2014
Saturday August 16, 2014
Mount Tabor Park

I couldn't find my preferred camera, so I decided to sketch my outing to the Derby.

The Breaking Bad Winnebago was a crowd-pleaser.

The Zardoz car was less ungainly than it looked, with that giant head on the back of it.
The winning race was much closer than any of the other heats I saw, and the cars were the most no-nonsense.





While I was there, I saw the person for whom I created this logo, based on the joke that her band name should be Grouch.  This seems as good an excuse as any to share it.


Unca Timo's Cartoon Cabana





Aloha from Summerland!

Don't you think it's about time we enjoyed another cavalcade of cartoons?  Well I do, and it's my blogazine, so here it is!

I'd like to say that there's some sort of theme at work here, but there really isn't, other than that I find them all interesting in at least one way of not more.  At first there was a musical thread, but that kind of fizzled, so just dig it.

Get gnarly on these tasty 'toons, brah!

SHAKA!











This Land Is Mine - 2012
by Nina Paley

Nina is a fabulous and versatile animator producing top-drawer work with a fiercely independent vision.  Her masterful 2008 feature film Sita Sings the Blues challenged both Hindu scholars and American copyright law.  This short, This Land Is Mine was conceived as the final scene to a forthcoming feature, Seder-Masochism. 






Accidents Will Happen - 1979
Song by Elvis Costello & The Attractions
Directed by  Rocky Morton & Annabel Jankel

Witness the birth of the 1980s.






Sesame Street: Capital I - 1972
Song by Steve Zuckerman

I was watching Sesame Street with my actual nephew (hence the "Unca" in "Unca Timo") yesterday and this came on.  Like many of the cartoons on Sesame Street, I instantly recalled this with startling clarity.  The prog-folk neo-minstrel tune always seemed to be telling a bigger story than "Hey, here's the capital letter 'I'."  Notice how they spend all day at hard labor, simply to keep the CAPITAL letter "I" polished?  They live "in the middle of the desert" because global warming and deforestation have left us in a bleak netherscape?  Could it be a parable about the human servitude inherent in self-centered Capitalism?  This one's on me, Fox News.






Arrow to the Sun - 1973
Designed & Directed by Gerald McDermott

Adapted from a classic Native American legend.  I'm pretty sure it tells the story of graphic designers going to the desert to do peyote.  I think it foretells the coming of Burning Man.






Mowgli's Brothers - 1976
From the Book by Rudyard Kipling
Adapted & Directed by Chuck Jones

A shorter but more faithful adaptation of Kipling's Jungle Book from master animator Chuck Jones.  You will notice a distinct familiarity about the "jackal" herein.






The Stork - 2002
by Nina Paley

And just because I still wanted to share this one, and just couldn't wait until the next time I post 'toons, here is another great cartoon from Nina Paley.  She is a mad genius, and I totally dig that about her.






A Bad Day Down Mexico Way

FILM:



This is a grouping that could, just as easily include the Tarantino/Rodriguez joint, From Dusk 'til Dawn.  It has monsters in Mexico, Americans in trouble over their heads, and what the hell, an ancient pyramid.  So do these films, except unlike From Dusk 'Til Dawn, which I now consider a modern classic, you're much less likely to have heard of either of these, and that's where I step in.  I am, after all, here to help.


The Ruins - 2008
Written by Scott B Smith
Directed by Carter Smith


The Ruins is, in many ways, a fairly typical horror movie.  Take a group of not-particularly-likeable college students on vacation and kill them off in an isolated location.  What makes it a little scarier and a little more interesting than that formula usually is are a few little twists and variations along the way.

Things start out not-very-promisingly, with two college couples vacationing in a fairly secure and homogenized Mexican resort.  I've never been able to figure out whether horror movies deliberately make these characters unpleasant so that we won't care when they start getting killed off, or if they're simply trying to present members of their target viewing demographic in an identifiable way, and it's merely high school and college-aged human beings that suck in a more general sense.  Nevertheless, we get to meet them and learn that they're spoiled and arrogant.  They meet Matthias, a German traveler who's less frivolous, but no more charismatic.  He's planning to join his brother at an archaeological dig at a previously unknown pyramid in the jungle and invites them to get away from the resort and see something real.  And thus our stage is set, although, frankly, not very intriguingly so far.

The next day (after some interpersonal drama), their little group has to overpay a driver to take them anywhere near the site, then hike the rest of the way in.  They find a pyramid covered with vines, and no apparent sign of Matthias' brother and associates.  The moment they approach the pyramid, they're surrounded by a group of natives, waving guns and arrows, and shouting at them in their tribal tongue, so their intentions are difficult to ascertain under the circumstances, but clearly all is not what it appears.  Misunderstandings go from bad to worse, and someone ends up getting shot.  The vacationers retreat up the pyramid, where the natives are unable, or unwilling to follow.

So, obviously there is something about the pyramid that scares the natives, and we have a group of young people who are destined to get killed off one by one.  We, as film-goers, have been here before.  But it's in the how that things get interesting, but that's also where the secrets are.  It's ordinarily my practice to spoil movies as little as possible.  Unfortunately, with The Ruins, to explain what's good about it requires me to spoil that a little bit, so this is your fair warning; skip the rest of the article if you don't want spoilers.

Atop the pyramid, our group of imperiled white kids find signs that Matthias' brother and team have been there, but disappeared, and probably in a hurry.  Deep inside a shaft in the pyramid, they can hear the occasional ringing of a cell phone, despite the fact that none of the rest of them have been able to get service.  What becomes evident to us long before it becomes obvious to the characters is what kind of threat the pyramid contains.

Going into the movie, I had no idea what the menace was, and I feared that it might be a giant snake.  It's not a giant snake.  It's not an alligator.  It's not a cult or a mummy or a ghost, although up until their descent into the pyramid, it could have been almost anything.  What it is, instead, is the vines themselves.  They're aggressive, but most terrifyingly, they act as a contagion, getting into human bodies and growing rapidly beneath the skin.  This gives The Ruins its most disturbing element, because it's not a matter of vines jumping out and simply strangling their victims, but infecting them, and leaving the humans living in terror and desperately struggling to find a way out of their grisly fate.  It's far more gruesome to try to extract a vine growing under your friend's skin -- or your own -- than to merely be strangled by one.  That's where The Ruins becomes something cleverer than it initially represented itself to be.  If the writer had actually bothered to flesh out his plot and characters more deeply, this could have been a truly great horror movie rather than merely a surprisingly decent one.

There now, I didn't spoil as much as I thought I'd have to.  So, The Ruins doesn't have good characters.  That may not matter in ways, because you get to look forward to them dying.  However, if they had been better characters, the horror of what they go through would be even harder hitting.  The story isn't remotely original (vacationing young people get picked off), and while that might be semi-unavoidable given the conventions of the genre, a little bit of cleverness could have gone a long way here.  Why did they have to be vacuous college kids (other than that also being the film's key demographic)?  Why not the initial archeological team, or urban Mexicans enjoying their own country, or missionaries, or smugglers, or Hondurans emigrating to America, or, or OR...?  The fact is, they could have come up with a hundred different back stories (and yes, I know the real reason they're all pretty young white people) for their leads, but instead they offered us an effortless reprise of what we've seen over and over already.  Perhaps I'm being too hard on them here, given that The Ruins came out before The Cabin in the Woods, which did a pretty good job of stripping down the "5 isolated young people get killed" horror movie trope.  What The Ruins did RIGHT, however, was the fear, the desperation, the skin-crawling dread and the deeply unnerving viscera, and for that, it definitely deserves a nod, because after all, it IS a horror movie.



Monsters - 2010
Written & Directed by Gareth Edwards


Monsters is a small story set against a big backdrop.

The backdrop is pure sci-fi, in which a meteor has fallen to Earth, giving rise to a plague of giant monsters (think massive glowing octopods that can walk on land) throughout northern Mexico.  Due to this "infection," the United States has bombed the area heavily, and built a "border fence" that would be the stuff of conservatives' wettest dreams.

The small story is about a photojournalist in Central America trying to get some money shots of the monsters and otherwise chronicling this crazy new chapter of the human experience.  His rich and powerful publisher obliges him to get the publisher's bleeding heart, do-gooder daughter home to America.  We follow them through the difficulties of bureaucracy and the unregulated marketplace as they attempt to make their way home past the Infected Zone, discovering new truths about life in a war zone, the nature of monsters, themselves and each other.

Like Cloverfield, Monsters attempts to focus on the human side of a giant monster situation.  However, unlike Cloverfield, it doesn't devolve into a jump-scare exercise in killing off cast members.  What we get instead is the experience of two people, who initially start out with a bad impressions, getting to know each other and developing the beginnings of credible feelings for the other.  In many ways, it bears a closer resemblance to old fashioned romance movies than, say, Godzilla.  That shouldn't be a turn-off, however, if it's something a little bigger that you're looking for.  There's still plenty of tension and high adventure at work here.  They still have to survive the dangers of the Infected Zone and the American borderlands beyond The Wall.

I realize that I'm being kind of non-specific about the things that they go through, and I'll be honest with you, the story is pretty uncomplicated.  As I understand it, the story was outlined, and the scenes themselves are heavily improvised.  This really puts the moments of humanity in the spotlight, with all the fear and danger feeding those moments, rather than being fed by them per our ordinary expectations for a monster movie.

Speaking of other giant monster movies, writer & director Gareth Edwards was hired off of Monsters to direct 2014's revival of Godzilla, with two-hundred times the budget.  In addition to writing and directing Monsters, Edwards also served as his own Director of Photography, Production Designer and Visual Effects artist, using a store bought laptop and retail effects software.  Well, the film is gorgeous, and the effects are used sparingly, in service to the narrative.  Adolescent cases looking for mass destruction are going to feel betrayed by Monsters.  Then they're going to get angry and better when they realize that Monsters is better than them.  But that's not you, is it?  You, my friend, appreciate a thoughtful tale of humanity and the beauty of well-photographed wilds and ruination with a high-concept wrinkle that both evokes and eschews obvious allegory.  For all the grand scale of its premise, perhaps the biggest surprise of Monsters is what a well-made and beautifully small film that it is.



Jumped out of the Jelly into a Jam

MUSIC:

This is another song I made with Beaterator.  Ever since I dabbled in DJing, I've wanted to play a set that was wall-to-wall soul clap, like 120 minutes of the Soul Train stroll.  So when I decided I was finally going to do something in Beaterator, soul clap beats were my first destination, so this is my first song ever, Soul Clap #1.





Funky and Free!

MUSIC:


In honor of Independence Day (or merely serendipitously), I thought I'd share with you a song that I made with Rockstar Games' BEATERATOR.  This one is inspired by the cop show theme songs of the 1970s, and as such, is called Cop Song.  I hope that you will enjoy it, and don't catch anything but bad guys.



Is There a Problem with the Fantastic Four's Racial Casting?

Yes, but it's not the one you might think.


The internet was momentarily distracted a few months ago (you know, for a change) over the casting decisions for the upcoming reboot of Marvel's Fantastic Four film franchise.  The specific item which attracted the most attention was the casting of Michael B Jordan as Johnny Storm, the Human Torch.  Jordan, you see, is an actor who happens to be black, while Johnny Storm has historically been a white character.  Predictably, The Worst People on the Internet lost their little minds.  Like clockwork, the racists cried their petty tears about having to see a black person, and the rage-nerds (who swear they're not racist; they're just saying) rent their clothing and wore ashes over tradition and things taken away.  We're not here to talk about them.

And yet there IS a problem here; it's just not that problem.  First, let's talk about who the Fantastic Four are...


Reed Richards was a college science professor doing research into cosmic rays and other next-next level cosmological studies.  He designed a rocket so he and his team could breach outer space and study the effects of these rays.  The rockets shielding was inadequate, and the team was exposed to the cosmic radiation, causing each of them to manifest strange and unique powers.  Reed became super-elastic, and was dubbed Mister Fantastic.

His pilot, Ben Grimm turned into an orange rocky mass with incredible strength, and was thus called The Thing. Ben is unable to revert to human form, and Reed goes through bouts of guilt where he tries to "cure" his condition.  These attempts have always had little to no success, owing to the needs of an ongoing comic franchise, and it gives The Thing a certain tragic gravitas.

Reed's student, Sue Storm gains the ability to turn invisible through the conscious application of a force field, which she will later learn to expand and use as a shield, weapon and means of transportation.  She gets labelled Invisible Girl, later changed to Invisible Woman after she marries Reed and they have a child together.

Sue's kid brother, Johnny Storm goes along for the ride because, well, it was the 60s and who doesn't want a teenager on their first space flight?  Johnny can control fire, including wrapping himself in flame, shooting it from his hands, and using it to fly.  He becomes The Human Torch.

All of these characters were originally white, being creations of the early 60s, though they did play host to one of Marvel's first high-profile black characters, The Black Panther.  So what's the problem with making one of them black?  Nothing, really, except that the choice of WHICH one reveals all kinds of problems, and they all lead back to crass and callow tokenism of the most antiquated fashion.

Why not Reed?  Reed is the team leader, and as the last 6 years have demonstrated abundantly, there are far too many Americans who are pathologically incapable of accepting a black man in a leadership role.  The furor would have been many times bigger had Reed been black instead of Johnny.  There's change and then there's Change, and some people can't handle either.

Why not Ben?  Ben turns into a creature of orange rock.  Casting him as black would have been a moot point and we might forget to pat the producers on the back for their brave heroism.

Why not Sue?  Ahh, now we're getting somewhere.  Why NOT Sue?  Sue and Johnny are sister and brother.  For them to have made Johnny black and not Sue will require some nudge to their story where Johnny was adopted or (most likely) taken in by the family (aww, that was mighty white of them).  While not a big deal on its own, it draws attention to the fact that they specifically wanted Sue to remain white.  Why?  Because Sue marries Reed.  We don't care that a college professor with graying temples marries his former student, but AW HAIL NAW can they be an interracial couple.

In other words, the producers want to be seen as brave challengers of convention, they just don't want to take the chance of actually being brave challengers of convention.  Troublemakers don't set opening weekend sales records.

So why Johnny?  Johnny is the young one of the group that everyone tolerates but rolls their eyes at.  He's seen as a hothead who's always the first to "flame on" in a situation of conflict, and as such, everyone talks down to him and tells him how he should behave.  He's the show-boater.  Hm.  I'm not saying that's why they chose him because I don't really think that it is (offering them the benefit of the doubt) but I find it... interesting that that's what they found palatable.  They chose Johnny because, as illustrated above, the couldn't chose anyone else.  So the REAL reason they chose him was because they decided from the start that someone had to be black, simply as a political response to the Amazing Spider-Man situation, where they (a different production company, mind you) could (and should) have cast Donald Glover and instead chickened out and cast pasty/annoying Andrew Garfield.

As such, it was neither a bold move, nor a creative one.  It was pure business.  Feign sympathy to the rising call for diversity, while at the same time coddling the intolerance and inflexibility of racists and rage-nerds.  What we're left with is a craven act of hollow value.  I appreciate that it might allow the next generation of black children to feel a little more included, but just a little -- let's not get uppity here.





The Funkiest TV Theme Songs of the 70s

TELEVISION & MUSIC



If you were a white kid in the 1970s, chances are that your earliest exposure to funk music came from TV theme songs and children's educational programming.  As I WAS one of those white kids, who now has an abiding love for funk & soul (not to mention children's educational programming), I'd like to share this tribute to these evocative themes from the days when theme songs were theme songs, and the city streets were for hustlas.











The Rockford Files
 by Mike Post & Pete Carpenter





Soul Train '76 from Soul Train (1976-1978)
by The Soul Train Gang





The White Shadow
by Mike Post





Good Times
by Dave Grusin and Alan & Marilyn Bergman





Barney Miller
by Jack Elliot & Allyn Ferguson

One of the fattest bass lines EVER, courtesy of Chuck Berghofer





Movin' On Up from The Jeffersons
by Jeff Barry & Ja'net Dubois





The Sound Of Philadelphia from Soul Train (1973-75)
by Gamble & Huff

Soul Train actually had several theme songs over the years, which probably shouldn't come as a surprise given the nature of the show.  This one, however, outfunks them all.




Shaft (TV series)
by Isaac Hayes; arranged by Johnny Pate

I'm sure someone could make the argument that the Shaft theme was largely responsible for kicking off the funky cop theme trend.  I'm not going to, but I bet someone could.  I had completely forgotten that there was a TV series, but hearing Pate's abbreviated version of Hayes' Oscar winning theme really strips it down to the elements that would so inspire your Mike Posts and and Dave Grusins.





Streets of San Francisco
by Pat Williams

The version from the show, with its wakka-wakka guitar line, plays much funkier than the single, which comes off jazzier, but features some madman drumming.  Take your pick, you can't go wrong.  Just keep your trout out of the milk.







Baretta
by Grusin & Ames; Performed by El Chicano





Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids
by Bill Cosby





S.W.A.T.
by Barry DeVorzon; performed by Rhythm Heritage





The Streetbeater from Sanford & Son
by Quincy Jones





Sesame Street - Funky Chimes ClosingOriginal theme by Joe Raposo

Didn't see that coming, did you?  This version of the Sesame Street theme played behind the sponsorship and grant announcements at the end of the show in the later 70s and into the 80s, and it's a stone groove.



Follow Me...

FILM:

Welcome to another one of my obtusely themed articles!  This time, I have two movies with similar titles that include the word "follow" but as it turns out, they share more in common than that.  Both films explore themes of family, loss and grief,using fantastical story devices (haunting & time travel) as conduits for that exploration.  There are other similarities, but I'm disinclined to expose all of them at this juncture.  Follow along, won't you?



I Will Follow You Into The Dark - 2012
Written & Directed by Mark Edwin Robinson

Sophia (Mischa Barton) is a young woman who has lost both of her parents within six months of each other.  Oh his death bed, her father, heretofore a religious man, declaimed all his faith in God and the afterlife.  Sophia picks up that sense of hurt and spite and adds it to her own jaded skepticism, causing a minor scene at his funeral, and carrying a sense of hopelessness with her into her life in the months following that loss.  She (or perhaps just the movie) assumes that, if everything dies, and everyone we love will one day leave us, then what's the use of making connections?  Now, you and I both know that, if everything dies and everyone we love will one day be lost, we should want to make the most of the time we have, but this is a movie that has other things it wants to say about that.

Six months into her self-imposed emotional exile, she meet-cutes a guy who challenges her desire to remain cut-off from others.  At this point, the movie becomes a fairly tolerable romance.  Sophia resists the urge and won't return calls, but when strange things start happening to her and she finds herself needing the comfort of another, it's Adam (Ryan Eggold) to whom she turns.  While their relationship comes up to a simmer, we're also getting the groundwork for a ghost story.  Adam's apartment building was once a hospital, and the top floors were where patients were essentially left to die.  In retrospect, the back-story doesn't really track, but I'm not sure it needs to.  I Will Follow You Into The Dark isn't quite so much a ghost story as a film that uses a ghost story (and genre tropes) to accomplish something else.  We've seen plenty of movies before about haunted hospitals (and former hospitals) in the past that, when it comes up here, we just kind of go "Oh, okay, I've been here before and I know what goes with this situation."

When Sophia finally lets herself fall for Adam, she can see their future unfolding in front of her.  They take the first few steps into their life together, when, suddenly, Adam is gone.  She awakens in his bed to find blood where he should be.  She and Adam's roommate follow a trail of blood up to the off-limits haunted top floors of the building; blood that the police cannot find.  So they, along with Sophia's roommate and the woman he's dating take it upon themselves to find Adam, dead or alive, wherever he might be.  At this point, the movie plays the part of a fairly standard haunted hospital tale.  There's a good reason why there are so many haunted hospital movies.  They're damned spooky, and we get some decent chills here.  Unfortunately, it tries to do more with its ghost story than it's prepared to resolve sufficiently.  I'm not sure that the filmmakers really intended to resolve the ghost story, however, because in the end, the only thing that gets tied up is the romance, and Sophia's hopeless skepticism.

I think a lot of people will be prone to mistaking I Will Follow You Into The Dark for a straight horror story, when that doesn't seem to really match its actions.  The horror is too inadequately developed to be taken seriously as a contender in that arena.  Ultimately, it serves the story about love and faith.  The problem with the story about faith is that it hinges on some kind of false assumptions about people who don't specifically believe in a particular brand of afterlife.  Maybe that's just my own personal gripe and I'm not allowing the filmmakers to create their own world with their own rules.  In that context, the romance actually kind of works, and there's a connection that ties their first kiss to their final outcome.  If I go along with that, shutting out the part of me that watches horror movies and the part of me that ponders the more delicate points of cosmology and belief, then what's left is a romance that actually kind of appeals to me in my sweet and soppy places.

The much-maligned Mischa Barton is pretty good here, and Ryan Eggold is believably charming as the feet-sweeper-offer.




I'll Follow You Down - 2013
Written & Directed by Richie Mehta

Like the last movie, I'll Follow You Down deals heavily in themes of family, love and loss.  Instead of using underdeveloped supernatural tropes, however, it uses better developed science-fiction; specifically time travel.  I wrote recently about Frequencies, and how it seemed to be a part of an anomalous blip (along with About Time and Her...) of films in 2013 that used sci-fi conceits to deal with similar themes, and this would be another fair addition to that pack.  It's very similar to About Time as a set of keywords, but the execution goes of entirely in its own direction.

When Erol was a child, his father Gabe (Rufus Sewell) disappeared while attending a science conference at Princeton University, leaving not a trace.  His mother (Gillian Anderson) never quite recovered from the loss and uncertainty.  As he grew older, Erol (Haley Joel Osment, all growed up) found himself with a gift for physics, like his father, and grew into a relationship with the actual girl-next-door.  As a grad student with an almost Will Hunting-like knack for the mathematics of physics, he's approached by his grandfather (Victor Garber) who also happens to be a physics whiz.  Grandfather Sal enlists his assistance to continue some of the work that Erol's father had been doing before his disappearance; unlocking the secrets of time travel.

Erol and Sal become convinced that Gabe did indeed figure it out, and traveled to the past, becoming trapped (or dead) in 1944.  The real conflicts in the story come not from the puzzling out of the science, but the ethical, and far more personal questions raised by the potential of time travel.  If Erol can go back and save his father, thus rewriting the timeline, what will be lost?  As he becomes more and more obsessed, even addicted to the pursuit of this great knowledge, Erol must also figure out what it will take to break his father's own addiction to it at a time when he'll be flying high on the success of proving that knowledge.

All the issues become compounded when Erol's fiancee starts to figure out what he's considering.  She sees how the obsession has taken him, and she finally starts to consider the implications of having their timeline rewritten -- especially once she becomes pregnant.  What happens to them, to their relationship, to their child, when their lives are changed in childhood?  What happens in this timeline as a result of trying to save it?  Where About Time took a much more lyrical approach to many of the same themes and questions, I'll Follow You Down plays them for drama.  It does give the questions a more palpable tension, and the whole thing is structured more like a thriller than anything else.  Without (hopefully) giving too much away, the ending, while essentially a "happy" one, was also disturbing, and left me with a sense of ill-ease that lasted into the next day.  That's not a complaint.  That's an effectively delivered emotional punch.

I'll Follow You Down uses a sci-fi conceit, but it isn't about the sci-fi.  It's about the people, and the things that they've gone through and the choices they've made as a result of this one incident, and as they approach the nest potential incident.  The performances were strong and supported the human drama well.  Gillian Anderson conveyed a sense of emotional fragility that allowed her character's choices to still startle, but not surprise.  Haley Joel Osment, it turns out, can play adult roles.  I'm not sure he'll ever be the "star" he was as a child, but he'll give good things to the movies he's in.