Warning: This skews fairly serious towards the end and since I’m not Pixar, I’m going to actually tell you in advance so you don’t get blindsided. You’re welcome. Also, DO NOT READ THIS if you have not seen Infinity War.
So there’s something in Infinity War that’s been bothering me. Well, it was bothering me but now it interests me a great deal. I’m talking about certain decisions that the characters made. Specifically, bad decisions. And much has been made about some, not so much about others. Some examples:
When half of the life of the universe is in the balance:
Why would Star-Lord lose his shit and screw up The Entire Plan?
Why would Gamora give up the location of the Soul Stone to save Nebula?
For that matter, if Gamora knew something so valuable that Thanos finding out would mean Utter Doom, why didn’t Gamora just kill herself?
Why would Vision not get sacrificed from the get-go and the Mind Stone get destroyed to keep it from winding up in Thanos’ hands (well, on his hand, specifically)?
Granted, for this last one (and possibly for all of them), when a Time Stone is in play, a large number of bets are off. But I think you get the gist.
We start with a performance from UK saxophonist/composer Denys Baptiste: it’s “Dusk Dawn,” from last year’s album, The Last Trane. As you might expect from that album title, it’s based on the work of John Coltrane…this track is specifically from Coltrane’s 1965 album, Kulu Sé Mama. There’s really only one other thing to say about this: let it be your life goal to love something you do as much as the gentleman drumming in this video absolutely freaking loves playing the drums.
At last! That weirdo in the car is back! It’s Episode #186 for Avengers: Infinity War, in which our protagonist basically has a nervous breakdown while trying to figure out how to talk about this monster of a motion picture. Read More
Greg Davies‘ latest stand-up show, You Magnificent Beast, is now available on Netflix. So far, it has managed to break Doc, Cosette and myself. So we recommend it to you. Because he is a sick man, however, here is a vid from The Graham Norton Show in which Davies also breaks Ryan Gosling.
You might not want to watch this during lunch, especially if you’re enjoying a curry.
Before we begin, two things. First: yes, it did take me a very long time to buckle down and watch Justice League. It’s been very hard recently to watch things that don’t get me excited. For example, I have yet to block out the time necessary to consume enough whiskey to make it through The Dark Tower. Second: before anyone starts to make assumptions, I have nothing against the concept of a DC Cinematic Universe. I want a functioning DC Cinematic Universe right alongside the Marvel one that we have. In fact, I started my comic book obsession with DC—with JLA, in fact. So I do not write this from a position of “DC sucks and should be destroyed.” Do not misconstrue.
The much-talked-about problem with Warner Brothers and their DC appendage is that WB does not know what they have, nor do they know what to do with it. They, typical of Hollywood, take all the wrong things from all the right lessons. They make a parade out of flawed syllogisms. For example:
Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy was dark
Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy was successful, both financially and critically
Therefore, to be financially and critically successful, a superhero franchise must be dark
In yet another example of songs that appear in my iTunes and I have no idea when or how they arrived (I think I acquire music during my “blackouts,” as my therapist calls them), I ran across Solillaquists of Sound. And my reaction is that I’m pissed it has taken me so long to discover these guys. I mean…this is from 2009. There’s just too much music, folks. Everyone just needs to take a break with the making music nonsense because I can’t catch up. Anyway, where was I–oh yes. The song kicks off with Swamburger, continues to kick off, then when Alexandrah fires up about 1:35 in…it’s kind of all over at that point. If you’re not on board at that point, then I don’t know what you want from life, people. The rest of the album, No More Heroes, is more of the same inspired madness. Having seen the music video for this, I’d just like to add that whatever coffee producer DiViNCi enjoys…I want some. Find their site here, their Facebook here, and all their music on their Bandcamp page.
It’s a fire sale at a Books-a-Million that led me to Henry Rollins. I found an audiobook of Get in the Van, his stories from his time with Black Flag. It was on cassette, even. (Kids, ask your parents.) I discovered that Rollins had what would later be used to describe John Wick–“sheer fuckin’ will”–and I have admired that ever since. From there, it only made sense to see him live on stage with a microphone, talking instead of shouting.
If you have never seen Rollins give one of his spoken word shows, I advise you: I’ve never seen anything quite like it. It’s part storytelling, part stand up comedy, part travelogue and part “meeting down at the docks.” If you only knew Rollins from his time in Black Flag or Rollins Band, you might not ever know that the guy is funny as hell. Not to mention inquisitive, well-read and owner of a well-used passport.
There are many questions I have pondered during my sojourn. Some of them are new, such as “Why was there never a Scooby-Doo Movie where they teamed up with P-Funk?” Some of them are as old as time. Okay, maybe not that old. But this one dates back to the time of Heraclitus.
No, not a hallucination. Not an alternate reality. It’s the 33rd day of 32 Days of Halloween, because it’s Thanksgiving, which I celebrate as 2nd Halloween. Trust me, it’s therapeutic. For our opening salvo of goodness, we have an episode of the anthology series Telephone Time from 1958. It stars Boris Karloff and if Wikipedia is right (which it always is) then this was a back door pilot for the never-broadcast Karloff-hosted The Veil. This is “The Vestris.”