Friday, March 27, 2020

Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan (1989)

I just saw this one last summer so I thought I'd be more forgiving of it...but nope....it's awful and makes Part V look like Citizen Kane.

"Jason Takes Manhattan" is a real lofty title compared to what Jason ACTUALLY does in this film. Let's face it - the Muppets took Manhattan more than Jason does. In fact, looking at Jason's face - I'm wondering if he wasn't the Muppet that got left behind. This is more like "Jason Takes a Boatride".

This franchise has probably long since jumped the shark....but when you're taking cues from Crocodile Dundee (the whole fish out of water concept) - maybe it's time to hang it up.

The more Jason "dies" - the stronger he's getting too....Jason can now teleport! But Jason doesn't even get all the kills....camera guy shoots his friend (always make sure you're wearing your glasses before pulling the trigger), and even the lead final girl kills her teacher in a car crash....and - oh - half the kids go down with the ship.

I'm a sucker for films set in NYC - but it's obvious that all but a few minutes of the NYC scenes weren't actually filmed here. ("Here's a cheap spot to film - let's just throw a bunch of garbage in the streets - no one will notice.")

I did love the rocker J.J. (Joan Jett?)....who air guitars with an actual guitar & gets it way too soon. And how many times have we seen a terrible band and fantasized about impaling them with their own instruments? All the time, right?

Death by sauna rock is also great. But so many of these characters have all the time in the world to try to escape or run or make even an ATTEMPT at fighting back - but nope - too many times they just sit, watch, scream & wait a minute to be killed. I'm not sure if that's Jason killing someone, or simply "suicide by Jason".

To their credit, attempts at humor were made. Jason seeing the hockey billboard might be my favorite single funny moment in any of the films. Jason scaring away the group of "punks" (because punks and skinheads always hung out in Times Square in the late-'80s....even though - if you're trying to be consistent with the timeline of the franchise, we should be sometime in the 2000s by now) by simply lifting up his mask. OK...that's some funny stuff.

There's a lot to slam this movie for....but I think you do the film an injustice by trying to go too deep with it. And that's fine - if it's a fun watch - then all is forgiven....unfortunately - this really wasn't.

This was the final Friday the 13th film released by Paramount. At this point, we're at the end of the '80s, they sold the rights to New Line Cinema, and in many ways, a true end of the original era.

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Pink Floyd - 'It Would Be So Nice' (1968)


It must have been an odd time for Pink Floyd.  The band had been together for three years and had gone from playing "happenings" at the UFO Club and rising out of the London Underground music scene to signing to EMI, releasing singles, a few successful ("Arnold Layne" and "See Emily Play") and some not so much ("Apples and Oranges") and a well-received LP ('Piper at the Gates of Dawn').

Syd Barrett, the creative focal point of the band, had written virtually every song the band had recorded up to this point, lone exceptions being the two 'Piper' instrumental tracks (credit given to the entire band), one Roger Waters' penned track from 'Piper' ("Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk" - not a classic), and the B-side to the "Apples and Oranges" single ("Paint Box" - good, but also not a classic), written by, at that time, the band's secondary creative force, Richard Wright.

The story has been well-told.  Barrett, whether due to undiagnosed and/or untreated mental illness, the inability to handle a meteoric rise of popularity and fame, untamed drug abuse, or some combination of that mix, became distanced from the band.  His presence transforming from light to dark.  More practically speaking, his presence becoming unbearable to his bandmates to the point that one day, they just decided not to pick him up on the way to the gig.

David Gilmour, an exceptional guitarist and vocalist, had joined the band, at first to merely play Syd's parts....parts he either would no longer, or could no longer, perform, and then, later, to completely replace Syd entirely.

At the time, Syd's exit from the band must have been viewed as suicide for a band that could only muster up a couple of mediocre songs written by other members.  With the advantage of looking backward, Syd's ousting may have been the single most important event in the band's history.  It's hard to imagine that any of their records from 'Meddle' on forward could have been created with a Syd Barrett in the band.

But, there was an awkward phase between Syd's exit and the time when Roger Waters's songwriting came into its own and David Gilmour's creative contributions would become noticeable.  Luckily, this awkward phase didn't last too long.  The band's second LP, 'A Saucerful of Secrets', is brilliant, if not cohesive.  It is the sole album of the catalog that gives us a glimpse of what a five-piece Pink Floyd may have sounded like.  Following this was a soundtrack ('More') and a double-album that was half-live and half-studio solo pieces ('Ummagumma').  This gave the band well over a year to find their way without the band's original visionary before releasing a true, proper album.

This awkward, transitory phase was documented, however, via a few singles, the first of which was "It Would Be So Nice", written by Richard Wright, who may have been considered at that time the presumptive heir to Barrett's dominance of the band.  It is the first Pink Floyd recording without Syd Barrett (although he appears on the cover), recorded at Abbey Road Studios in February 1968, and released April 12, 1968, a couple of months before the release of the 'Saucerful...' LP.

The single was a commercial failure (it did not chart), the band hated it, it was barely performed (although Setlist.fm shows two instances where it was played), and, most recently, Nick Mason's Saucerful of Secrets, who dug deep into the early era of Pink Floyd, ignored it in their shows.

The song was virtually erased from the band's history, failing to appear on any of the more well-known packages documenting the early days (i.e., the 'Relics' comp.), and I personally never heard it until I bought 'The Dark Side of the Moo', a fairly well-known bootleg of early Pink Floyd material.

The verse is certainly English whimsy, a fair reproduction of some of the early Barrett-era songs or even a bit of what the Beatles were occasionally doing on their records.  Lyrics such as "Everybody wakes, in the morning / Hot tea and can't stop yawning / Pass the butter please" invokes an image, but are not exactly inspiring.

However, Nick Mason's distinctive drum fill out of the pre-chorus into the main chorus, is exciting and announced a complete change of tone.  The repetitive chorus of "It Would Be So Nice" is almost anthemic with its descending chords, the band singing in unison, with an extra Richard Wright vocal on the fade-out.  Musically and, especially lyrically, not a groundbreaking song.  Even though the song, thankfully, did not portend even the near future of the band, it is not an awful song.

The B-side of the single is another non-album track, "Julia Dream", and, unlike it's A-side, seems to point in a direction the band would take, at least for a little while, when they explored more pastoral and atmospheric music, which could be found on some of the 'Ummagumma' material and especially on the 'Atom Heart Mother' record.

The song is a huge leap forward for Roger Waters when compared to "Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk" as "Julia Dream" is far more captivating and hypnotic.  It also showcases for the first time David Gilmour's pacifying, meditative and somehow disembodied voice.

The song may have been just as ignored in the live setting as "It Would Be So Nice", but was at least included on some well-known Pink Floyd compilations, such as 'Relics'.

Although this was hardly a pioneering single, or a single that made much of an impact at all, it is a bit of an interesting documentation of a lost and overlooked phase of transition for a band that would soon become one of the most unique voices in music.

It Would Be So Nice

Julia Dream




Sunday, March 22, 2020

Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (1988)

I was looking forward to this one since it's the first one in this series I've hit that I haven't actually seen yet (I haven't seen Parts 9 or 10 either). But I have a very scientific test for how much or little I enjoy a movie that I'm watching at home - and that is - how many times do I get the urge to reach for my phone while I'm watching it. Unfortunately - this one had a very high "did I get a new e-mail?" quotient.

If the Friday the 13th series is an album - this is a filler tune buried on side two that you won't remember a week later. I think the only thing I'll remember about it is that Bernie of Weekend at Bernie's is the psychologist with the ulterior motives (Terry Kiser).

If Part VI sounded lousy on paper, but ended up being a fun watch - this is the exact opposite. On paper - this one should actually be pretty good. You have a lead character who has the best chance of actually winning a fight with Jason that we've met so far and a few interesting deaths: the girl with the party horn through her eye and - of course - the girl who gets smashed against a tree while tied up in a sleeping bag.

The problem is: you don't care about a single character in this movie. The characters who exist only to be killed are so anonymous that there were times I saw one walk into a room thinking, "didn't they just get killed a few minutes ago?".

It gets tougher and tougher for every new team that takes on a Friday the 13th movie. You have to stick to a formula that everyone has now seen a whole bunch of times, but also find a way to make it interesting. I feel like the director here really WANTED to make a Carrie v. Jason type of film, which had the potential to be interesting, but he also had a find a way to shoehorn in the usual set-em-up/knock-em down formula that the fans have come to expect. They did a bad job at striking that balance and both sides of that story suffered for it.

Overall - not a fun watch - and off the top of my head, I'd have to say my least favorite of the series so far.

Friday, March 20, 2020

Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (1986)

A complete tonal shift which transforms the series from a heightened reality to flat-out super-natural.

We have the third Tommy Jarvis movie....a character now played by three different actors in three different movies....and with zero continuity in personality or anything else from the previous one (and Thom Mathews performance is the worst of the three).

We have lots of deaths with very little gore.

We have one short sex scene and not even a nipple to be found anywhere.

We have ACTUAL children going to camp....who - by some complete miracle - all survive.

On paper....this movie should absolutely SUCK. But the amazing thing is - it doesn't...at all....in fact - this might arguably be the best of the sequels so far.

The humor works. The deaths are creative, if not overly gory. There is a larger sense of this world....which I think in no small part is due to David Kagen's excellent performance as Sheriff Garris, who is not so much a villain, but simply an adult who's been around the block a few times and doesn't live in a world where rotting corpses filled with maggots can actually escape their graves and go on killing sprees. The sheriff also gets it brutally at the end.

The real villain here isn't so much Jason who may or may not be an unthinking corpse just doing what unthinking corpse's would do (or is he?....it seems that if this scenario existed in real life, everyone of those kids would have been slaughtered...."so - what WERE you going to be when you grew up?" is one of the best one-liners of the franchise....so does Jason actually have some sort of moral code against killing children?).

But no - the real villain IS Tommy Jarvis. For all he knew about Jason - to purposefully dig him up and unleash him on the world when he didn't have to....getting his buddy killed right away (props to my buddy Ron Palillo who I completely forgot was in this film)....and a whole slew of others - including - potentially - a dozen or so children. Sure - in the end - Tommy almost drowns trying to kill him....but it's his own inability to let sleeping Jasons lie that caused the whole mess in the first place.


(The photo with Ron Palillo was taken in the early 2000s at Arlene's Grocery in New York City.  Mark Foster, the director of the Two Man Advantage documentary '69 Minutes of Fame' won the Best Director award at their annual film festival - The Groceries - and he was the guest host.  We hung out all night with him and bought him a bunch of vodka cranberries.  He was a genuinely sweet guy.)

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Friday the 13th: A New Beginning (1985)





I've had to find ways to keep busy while I've been out of work on disability and one of the more interesting projects has been writing critical reviews of the Friday the 13th film series.  I wrote these and posted them to the Red River podcast group, which is a group of folks who basically talk about music and movies all day.

I didn't really start writing these longer critical reviews until the fifth film.  This series easily could have, or perhaps should have, ended after Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter.  But....it didn't....and so these reviews cover the films starting with this one, right through the 2009 reboot, and one final wrap-up.

I'm in no way any sort of professional critic, just a guy who likes to write about things sometimes.  In fact, this is my first attempt at writing critically about film, period.  So, take it for what it's worth.  Either way, I had fun doing it and hope you enjoy reading them.  I'll try to post one review per day going forward.

Sunday, March 15, 2020

Hello...it's been awhile....broken leg & Friday the 13th reviews

It's been a few years since I've written in this blog. I'm still alive...still here. I enjoyed trying to venture through the Dischord Records catalog, and it was all going fine until I went on tour with Two Man Advantage. I mean - the tour was a blast - but when I got home, I realized I just didn't have the motivation to keep going. I don't know why...just got lazy about it.

In any case, there's now a brand new podcast - "End on End" - which is looking to do in podcast form what I was attempting to do in blog form, and that is go record-by-record through the Dischord catalog. They made mention of my blog on an episode, so I wanted to take the time to mention them here. Search for them wherever you get your podcasts. As of this writing, they have released the first two episodes. The Teen Idles episode features an interview with Nathan Strejcek and the S.O.A. episode has an interview with Michael Hampton. Good stuff - check it out.

On December 9, 2019, I suffered a major leg injury from a slip-and-fall incident that occurred outside of my home. I slipped off a step and while trying to recover, my right leg twisted the wrong way. It was an instant "snap" and I immediately knew something was wrong. It was a rainy night and I fell into a puddle from which I could not move. Luckily, my wife, Anna, was right there and was able to call the ambulance who came fairly quickly. Soaked to the bone, I was taken to Good Samaritan Hospital in West Islip. X-rays showed I had broken my fibula and tore my ankle ligaments which caused my ankle bone to separate.

I had surgery the following day and the day after that I was able to come home. I was non-weight bearing on that leg for 10 weeks. I am now a few weeks into physical therapy and finally driving again and walking again, albeit with a cane and very slowly. I have been out of work for over three months at this point and intend on finally going back at the end of the month (although with the COVID-19 outbreak - who knows?).

It's rare that, as an adult, we get a "time out" in life. I like keeping busy, but in one instant of time, my next few months suddenly cleared out. It's been an interesting time to take a bit of a break from the world.

In order to break up my days, I have given myself a few projects to do. A more recent project came about by accident. I've written a lot about music - but I've never tried to write about film. I've watched a lot of truly fine films during this downtime: Point Blank, The Maltese Falcon, Singin' in the Rain, Casablanca, The African Queen, The Adventures of Robin Hood, etc. But - does the world need another amateur film critique of any of these films? I don't think so. And even if we did, I'm not sure I'm the right person for that job.

But a few weeks ago I decided to take a break from the high-brow cinema and watched the first Friday the 13th movie. The next night, I watched the second. It then hit me what my next project would be...to watch every Friday the 13th film and try to write a critical review of it. I know that these films are very far from high art, but flesh & blood humans put effort into making these movies and I thought I would do my best to take some time and try to put into words what worked for me and what didn't.

I started posting my reviews (starting with Part III) on the Red River Podcast Facebook group, but I decided I kind of wanted to preserve these for myself and I think some others might be interested in reading them too. So, starting with the next entry, I'll be re-posting those reviews one-by-one, starting with Part III and going up to the 2009 reboot.