Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Friday the 13th (2009)

I actually can't believe I stuck with this & made it through this franchise. I'll post one more wrap-up after this where I'll try to gather my thoughts on the series as a whole....but for now - let's deal with the reboot or remake or whatever this is.

Having watched this entire franchise over the course of two weeks, the movies are all fairly fresh in my mind & I was looking forward to seeing how this one dealt with the old ones. I saw this in the theater when it came out and only remembered one thing about it - and that is what I consider to be about the most brutal death that Jason has doled out. These are campy films with campy deaths....but being strung up in a sleeping bag over a campfire and being slowly roasted to death is about as horrible a death as I could think up.

Oh...and also....there is Amanda Righetti.

They did a decent job of hitting some major plot points (to the extent that these movies have plots) of the first four films, so it's hard to classify this as a straight-up remake of the original film. But it also fails to acknowledge much of what came after Part IV, so it's also not really a sequel. It's a bit of this & a bit of that.

But, as with all of the post-Paramount films (although this film was actually a co-production with New Line Cinema), these are not so much Friday the 13th films as they are horror films featuring some version of Jason that isn't quite the Jason of the original films.

The Jason of this film is simply too conscious, too plotting & planning, and....too fast.

One thing that has made most of these films somewhat boring is that Jason seemingly has no Achilles heel. I mean, what villain doesn't have some method - no matter how small - of defeating them? Jason's only kryptonite appears to be the memory of his mother - it is the only reveal that Jason may have an iota of humanity. But this idea, which could have been interesting, has only ever appeared, until now, in Part 2. This idea, which could have been explored throughout the length of the series, ends up being nothing more than a plot device, a way to exploit his last remaining humanity for the final escape which we know must eventually come. The idea that Jason would actually take Whitney hostage is such an incredible betrayal of the character. To what end is he holding her? If he has enough intelligence to take her hostage, isn't he aware that his mother is already dead? I mean - he cares for his mother so much he keeps her decapitated head....above the toilet? Is Whitney being given food & water? She must be....for someone held captive for six weeks, she seems to be fairly healthy.

Giving Jason some actual humanity, some actual intelligence, wouldn't have been a bad thing to explore over time, and I'm surprised no film ever really tried it until now. But it's half-baked and leaves the film confused.

I know characterization isn't a big deal with these films...but let's talk about the group of friends - the one led by Trent, whose father owns the nice house on the lake. How are these people even friends with each other? Trent is the good looking rich kid with the big house who seems to hate fun and every single person who he took on vacation with him. "Don't touch that table"...."beer pong should be played outside"...."I don't want to go hiking"...."don't touch my boat". Not to mention how he treats Clay in the beginning of the film who just wants to find his missing sister. Fuck you, Trent....fuck you. You suck and I'm glad you're dead. One of the least likable characters in the entire franchise....his "friends" deserved better.

Cool to see Ben Feldman who plays Richie in the prologue of the film (the guy who gets his foot caught in the bear trip and whose girlfriend burns to death) who was great in Silicon Valley.

And, of course....*sigh*....Amanda Rightetti.

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Jason X (2001)

So...a quick thought. The first scene in the first Friday the 13th film takes place in 1958. Jason X takes place in the year 2455. This means the timespan of the Ft13th franchise is 497 years. Is there any other film franchise that takes place over that length of time? Get back to me on that.
I had the bar set low for this one....real, real low. But you know what? This is a FUN movie. And how else are we to judge films like this other than a "fun" factor?
The formula of every Friday the 13th film is Act I (the set-up), Act II (Jason slaughters a bunch of characters who only exist to die), Act III (the final girl survives, Jason "dies").
It is Act II that is the stumbling block and as the franchise has aged, it feels to me that Act II has almost become a nuisance to the filmmakers. Something that needs to be dealt with in order to attach Acts I and III....whereas in the earlier films, Act II was the only real concern.
This film opens with one of the best Act I's of the franchise, in no small part due to the appearance of David Cronenberg who totally nails the role of Dr. Wimmer. Much like Netflix's 'Dracula', which refuses to take vampire lore for granted and tries to dig its teeth into that lore - I love the idea of the government simply giving up on trying to catch or execute Jason and, instead, use Jason's unique ability to regenerate to their benefit - which OF COURSE would happen. Sure - Jason is a supernatural entity, but he's a UNIQUE supernatural entity. It's a great opening and a great idea.
What we have in Act II is what we've always had in Act II, but instead of being in summer camp, we're on a spaceship somewhere. Hey - humans are gonna hook-up wherever we are in space and time. The hot blonde intern Adrienne, who I thought would survive awhile, gets it first in one of the series's best deaths....a frozen nitrogen face smashed against a wall into a million pieces. GREAT!
But what follows is as problematic as any of the other later films....and that is....I kind of no longer care about the sequence of deaths that I know must now occur. The opening part of the story is so interesting that this just now seems like a burden and the filmmakers seem to just want to get through it as fast as possible to get to what is one of the better final acts in the franchise.
Uber Jason is great and SHOULD have been left out of trailers and promo materials. Jason meets his match against a group who are - once again - willing to fight back and not just impotently waiting for death. I love Kay-Em 14 with her dominatrix bullet corset. She is a match for Jason and he seems just as surprised as anyone. The ending is exciting and helps the series come full circle.
Jason X, as much as it tries (and sorta) fails to be a good Friday the 13th movie....actually ends up being a pretty good sci-fi/horror movie, in essence, a poor man's Alien, but instead of a crew being trapped with an unfamiliar alien, a crew is instead trapped with a very familiar Jason....and you know what? It works. There is actually some real motivations to the characters in this film....and I appreciate the effort.

Saturday, April 11, 2020

Jason Goes To Hell: The Final Friday (1993)

I'm beginning to think that the folks who make these films don't know what the word "final" means. But here we are....a new era....and a new watch for me. My initial reaction is to trash it...because it's not a great movie....but you know what? It's hardly the worst of the franchise - so let's talk about the positive.
We're now in the '90s....New Line Cinema now owns the rights to the franchise....there is no "Friday the 13th" in the title....the human dominoes are adults, not teenagers....and we don't get to see Jason's face this time around....although I guess the mask may now BE his actual face (and did we really EVER need to see Jason unmasked in the first place?....it was always anti-climactic to me....and his face in Part VIII was outright comical).
It can't be easy to take an idea that's already been done eight times before and create a masterpiece out of it...and....this is not a masterpiece. But I give a lot of credit for trying to do something different here. We have a larger world....we have characters who actually try to fight back....we have one (rather bizarre) character who understands the unstoppable nature of Jason & has a plan to rid the world of him permanently....there is an additional mythology to Jason....and heck - he's even got some family!
But we have also gotten very far away from the simpler times of the original films....Jason is now a full-blown supernatural entity - and is this REALLY what we want?
The filmmakers find a lot of time to have fun here, sometimes at the expense of its own franchise. The opening scene - which might be the best opening scene of any of the films and gave me hope that I was in for a genuinely great watch - baits both the audience AND Jason, with a scene containing the most generic of Friday the 13th-isms....the hot girl looking at herself in the mirror before stripping naked & jumping in the shower....and then running away through the woods wearing only a towel....because of course - if you're the FBI - that's EXACTLY how you would lure him out. We have become as predictable as Jason - and we were all caught off-guard.
And this isn't the only time the film becomes self-referential - when our lead male, Steven, drops a threesome of campers off at Camp Crystal Lake and says, "planning on smoking a little dope, having a little premarital sex and getting slaughtered?". There is a self-awareness that this is all formula - so let's have fun with it.
One of the greatest misdirections is the bounty hunter character of Creighton Duke (Steven Williams from 21 Jump Street), who I was sure was going to be the lead hero of the film - because he's the one guy who really knows how to kill Jason for good...and I guess he does - but he's also a complete lunatic who gives us some of the film's funniest moments. Breaking Steven's fingers while they're locked up as payment for information....or - the best line in the film - when asked by the reporter about what he thinks about Jason Voorhees: "That makes me think of a little girl in a pink dress sticking a hot dog through a doughnut."
WHAT???? That's the best line in history!!!
Some nice homages to other horror films too - Invasion of the Body Snatchers obviously, Nightmare on Elm Street, Evil Dead, Creepshow, The BIrds - and probably some I missed.
Nice to see Erin Gray who I grew up watching on Silver Spoons.
And huge kudos to Kane Hodder, who is barely in the movie, but plays both Jason AND Freddy....AND one of Jason's victims. That has to be one of the first times in history an actor played both the villain and a victim of that villain in the same flick.
But - in the end - the whole thing is a bit of a mess and a bit too far of a stray from the path. I'd say it's a better horror film than it is a Friday the 13th film, if that makes any sense.

Friday, April 10, 2020

Rammstein in Amerika (2015)


It is December of 2010, and Rammstein guitarist Richard Z. Kruspe sits on a Central Park bench by himself, one day removed from a sold out show at Madison Square Garden and about a dozen years removed from a 2 a.m. show at The Bank on the Lower East Side of Manhattan where there were about 20 people in the crowd.

He reflects on being German, and how his experiences through the years touring America has shaped how he views himself as a German.  He insinuates that he had felt at one time that the outside world would have a negative perception of Germans, but has found, optimistically, that this is not only not the case, but that some Germanic traits have been widely embraced ("punctuality and reliability").  It is through the eyes of the foreign world that he is able to get a more complete picture of himself as a German man.

It brought a smile to my face to see this scene, which appears at the very end of 'Rammstein in Amerika' (at least the director's cut, which is the version I watched, which runs a little over two hours - currently streaming on Amazon Prime), because as I was watching this film, I thought the same thing to myself, only in reverse.

As a musician and music fan, I will watch virtually any music-related documentary, regardless of my own fandom of the subject.  But, generally speaking, most documentaries that focus on a specific artist cater specifically to that artist's fanbase.  For example, the 2013 Descendents' documentary, 'Filmage', was professionally done and exactly the type of biographical film any Descendents fan would want.  But, there would be very little to recommend it to someone who wasn't already a fan of that band.

Occasionally, though, you do get a documentary about a band that transcends being a mere historical reading.  The 2008 Anvil documentary, 'Anvil: The Story of Anvil', which I believe I discussed in this very blog a decade or so ago, is one such film.  In fact, I almost hesitate to consider it a true Anvil documentary, because the actual history of that band is only touched upon and their own music virtually ignored.  The focus of that documentary was the story that filmmaker Sacha Gervasi was able to generate from the relationship between vocalist/guitarist Lips and drummer Robb Reiner, two Jewish working-class kids from Canada who loved metal and have grown-up together in this band, constantly chasing the carrot on the stick.  The story of two lifelong friends never giving up on their dreams is something all of us can appreciate.  The actual music and nitty-gritty details of Anvil's history is not (a disclaimer is that I'd be one of the few to actually appreciate a full-blown Anvil documentary which focuses on their music because I'm a fan - but I know there were a lot more people who loved this film than the actual band).

Where 'Rammstein in Amerika' succeeds is that it is both an excellent documentary of the band AND creates a story that is accessible to those who have no real interest in the band themselves or their music.

For the uninitiated, Rammstein are a band from Berlin, Germany, who have been together since 1994.  Emerging from that city's punk rock scene, the band is a mixture of heavy metal, industrial, gothic rock and dance music.  Their music is heavy, often repetitive, often simple, danceable and hypnotic.  Their lyrics are almost exclusively German and their concerts are some of the most mind-blowing pyrotechnical displays ever staged.  And for their 26 year existence, they have been comprised of the same six men: vocalist Till Lindemann, guitarists Richard Z. Kruspe and Paul Landers, keyboardist Flake Lorenz, bassist Oliver Riedel and drummer Christoph Schneider.

I'm not sure when Rammstein came into my consciousness.  It was probably sometime in the late '90s when they were one of the openers on big tours with bands I had no interest in (i.e., nu-metal bands like Korn and Limp Bizkit).  They seemed like a parody to me.  I threw them onto the nu-metal pile that I would never come to care about and moved on.

In 2017, I was invited to see them at the Jones Beach Theater on Long Island - one of the regular summer outdoor shed tour stops.  Leading up to the show, I listened to all of their albums, and in so doing, became a fan.  My lumping them into the nu-metal pile was completely wrong (although it's understandable why a Korn fan would also love Rammstein) and found their records to be captivating and catchy and great driving music.  Their show was absolutely spectacular.  It was pure spectacle.  The show is their canvas, the music a soundtrack to a theatrical experience that uses flamethrowers and fireworks and all sorts of pyrotechnics that you cannot take your eyes off of.  I promise you that it is unlike anything you've ever seen (or felt for that matter).

The documentary is smart to limit its subject to Rammstein's own experience in touring America, rather than try to document the entirety of their history.  Accompanied by footage spanning over a decade, the band, along with those who worked with them and some celebrity guests, discuss their rise from playing in front of almost no one at small clubs while touring in a modest, cramped bus, and culminating in that sold-out show in 2010 at one of the world's most famous venues with all the luxuries involved.  Although, as one member articulates, in many ways, the massive success has brought along with it a separation in this band of brothers - each travels on their own bus now, they barely see each other except when it's show time - and thinks to himself that it was all probably a lot more fun in the old days when they were with each other 24/7 fighting their uphill battle - to become a successful band in America on their own terms (most significantly, finding success while not having to sing in English).

Going back to the beginning, where this film takes the next step, is that, for Americans, it is a bit of a reflection of ourselves as seen through the eyes of these six men - each a distinct personality, each intelligent and well-spoken, each captivating in their own way - who have visited our country here and there over the years and have developed their own relationship with it.

I have found that Americans rarely concern themselves with what non-Americans think of them.  Either they don't have the time to think about it, or they don't care, or perhaps in some way find it threatening - as if they simply don't want to hear what the rest of the world might think about what it means to be American from their point of view.  Those who insist on saying things like, "we're the best country in the world" (as if there needs to be some competition between societies in the first place) without giving any metric by which to measure "being best" that seem to simply think it's beneath them entirely to ever consider how we as Americans are perceived.

But, as Kruspe finds a certain self-reflective completeness in viewing his own Germanic heritage through the eyes of others, I found myself doing the same thing in this film - viewing what it means to be an American through the eyes and perceptions of these German men.

As Americans, we often view ourselves as being part of this great free, liberated and liberal country ("liberal" not necessarily in the political sense).  But, when viewed through the eyes of these Germans and their own experiences, it's impossible not to question that.  Behind closed doors, we might consume more pornography than anywhere else on Earth.  But as a society, as it is pointed out, we are extremely puritanical.  We are open to all ideas - as long as they are not ideas that offend us.  We are quick to bash that which makes us uncomfortable, the band themselves having been locked up for several hours in jail for nothing more than an on-stage artistic expression that made some people uneasy or challenged their own sexuality.

There is nothing weak about self-reflection or learning more about one's own self by exploring how those without your own daily experiences perceive your culture and society.  While Rammstein are proudly German, there is clearly a strong connection to America that they have built - there are cities they love, and some cities that they find a bit boring.  Through their own experiences and discovery, they have uncovered many hypocrisies about America and being American - and while those revelations might not always be comfortable to hear, without them, how we view our own Americanism is simply incomplete.

While Rammstein might never make any "top 10" lists for me, this documentary, for the way it balances the story of the band with a story that transcends the band, is one of the most successful rock documentaries I have seen in quite awhile.

Monday, April 6, 2020

Some Like It Hot (1959)

I have only in the past year or so taken a more direct interest in classic films. Billy Wilder has a very high batting average when it comes to the quality of his films, and I simply haven't seen enough of them.
This is also the first film I've ever seen featuring Marilyn Monroe. She may not have been the greatest actress, nor the greatest singer, but her presence on the screen is simply undeniable. Rome could be burning, but if she's anywhere in the frame, chances are, that's where your eye is.
I've read the stories about the difficulties with Monroe during filming: that it would require 50 takes for her to get a simple three-word line out; Tony Curtis described kissing her as "like kissing Hitler", which, from where I'm sitting, is inconceivable.
The movie is certainly a comedy and the trope of men disguising themselves as women has been the basis for comedies going back centuries. I have also found that comedies, more than many other genres of film, simply don't hold up as well as time goes on as the sense of "what is funny?" seems to change fairly rapidly. Classic sitcoms from even as recently as the '70s and '80s don't have the same sting they did in 2020 as they did when they were released. However, it is a real tribute to this film that notwithstanding the passage of 60 years and a trope that could be considered tired - the film still holds up fairly well as a comedy. But I feel that this is because the comedy unveils the complexity of real human emotion beneath the surface.
In this film, two men - both seemingly heterosexual - dress as women in order to evade gangsters who are trying to knock them off because they were witnesses to a mass murder. Comedy abounds when they join an all-female band.
However, something deeper happens to both characters.
Tony Curtis's character, Joe, deceives Marilyn Monroe's character, Sugar Kane, in two different ways: first as "Josephine" the "female" sax player who gains her confidence as a friend and then, a second deception - as "Junior", the rich son of an oil magnate, who seduces her through reverse psychology.
The implication is that Sugar and "Junior" have sex the night they spend on the yacht (a yacht which belongs to yet another character I haven't mentioned yet). When the time comes for the two men to flee their situation, Joe/Josephine/Junior has few qualms about telling Sugar yet another lie over the phone, leaving a quick goodbye gift at her hotel door, and skipping town.
What happens to Jack Lemmon's character, Jerry/"Daphne", is far more interesting.
"Daphne" is being courted by the wealthy Osgood Fielding (Joe E. Brown), and goes along with it so that his friend Joe can use his yacht as his cover for being wealthy and a private place to work his magic with Sugar. He is in for what we expect to be an incredibly awkward and uncomfortable night, all in service as the ultimate wingman for his friend.
But, when "Daphne" and "Josephine" meet up again at their hotel room, "Daphne" has an entirely different reaction to the reality that it is now time for them to flee their situation. Whereas Joe/Josephine is ready to leave at the drop of a hat, Jerry/Daphne has a much more difficult time - he, in fact, had an incredible time on his "date" and is, in fact, engaged! It is not as simple a matter for him emotionally to simply skip town. He genuinely enjoyed his time with Osgood and seems thrilled about the engagement.
In the final famous scene in which our four characters mount their getaway, Joe quickly comes clean as to BOTH of his deceptions upon Sugar, and is forgiven without consequence. We assume Joe & Sugar live happily ever after.
Jerry/"Daphne" however is not as quick to come clean to Osgood. He makes a variety of excuses: "I'm not a natural blonde", "I've been living with a saxophone player", "I can never have children". He finally comes clean that "I'm a man!!"....and even this excuse is forgiven by Osgood Fielding in what is the most famous line of the entire movie and one I won't be responsible for spoiling to anyone who hasn't seen this film.
Not one of Jerry's excuses is based around his own lack of interest or attraction in this man - but merely the reasons why this man shouldn't be attracted to him.
The final scene & final line is played for comedy - and it's great & brilliant comedy even by today's standards....but I can't help but wonder what happens after the final curtain goes down.
The two men went out on a date that was a tremendous amount of fun for both of them, even though the night was obviously never consummated - to the point where a marriage proposal was given...AND ACCEPTED.
When the final curtain goes down, is the implication that now that the final barrier has been removed - that these two men who we took to be heterosexual in the beginning of the film, will actually be elevated beyond their own perceived sexuality and continue this relationship? It seems like neither was quick to find a reason not to be with each other beyond reasons defined by the rules of their society. In Osgood's case, those rules weren't even considered - and freed from the shackles of his own deception, it seems to me that Jerry is quite happy with his situation.
I'm not sure if Billy Wilder actually thought past the clever ending of his own film to what lay beyond for these two men, but that final line - for all its comedy gold - can't help but leave me to wonder.....does Jerry & Osgood live happily ever after as well?

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