Posts Tagged ‘alcohol’

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Alcohol Industry Tells Congress to Worry About Marijuana

“…alcohol industry is spending money to get members of Congress to pay attention to marijuana-impaired driving.”

…Arizona Wine and Spirits Association, contributed $10,000 to the effort to defeat a marijuana legalization initiative that is expected to appear on Arizona’s November ballot.

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I indulge some guilty pleasures, stuff from Showtime and HBO, as many do.  It’s usually more engrossing than the network TV universe, with naked people and bad behaviors.  I’ve gone in for the L-Word, The Tudors, Weeds and recently gave a shot to Californication, starring David Duchovny and Natascha McElhone.

This hyper-real often silly show spouts dialogue that is so over the top and accelerated that no one really talks that way.  Stuffed with sarcasm, allusions, metaphors and anger, the show combines the ridiculous with a deeply flawed and dramatic main character arc.   People like watching others self-destruct, and David Duchovny makes a sport of it.

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I had to keep watching because Hank Moody’s family struck a relevant chord with my own experiences.  Not the steady stream of sex and alcohol, unfortunately, but the female members of his on-screen family unit.  Moody’s situation is one of an exceptional and often estranged middle-aged father trying to keep his family together as their teenaged daughter matures and drifts away.  His relationship with his wife Karen is epically strained, and no woman in her right mind would ever return to Moody.

That’s one of the weaknesses of the show.  Karen is pulled around like a puppet, constantly.  She lacks the agency needed for this to be taken seriously.  They try to put Karen in the driver’s seat, but it’s always a response to Moody’s crass infidelities.  Duchovny’s voodoo hold over womankind is taken to laughable extremes.  He’s a philanderer, an arrogant loudmouth and a drunk.  His excesses push farther than viewers might expect.

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I think Californication is a bell-wether of our nihilistic, self-absorbed age.  As in Wolf of Wall Street it’s our culture, and it’s real enough.  We are the new Romans drowning mindlessly in our excess and depravity.  There isn’t much to redeem these characters.  Human, yes.  Heroes?  Not on your life.

 

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How To Turn A Beer Can Into The Only Camping Stove You’ll Ever Need

 

Damn if this wasn’t an unexpectedly good gangster film.  Unbeknownst to me, Lawless told the true story of the “wettest county in the world” under Prohibition.  Three legendary brothers stand up to the corruption trying to bring them to heel.  Dirty cops, dirty feds, the original drug war is even more fascinating than current films tend to be.  Yet so many of those same issues keep rearing their heads.  Narcs on the payroll, an intractable problem, a public that votes with their wallets, not much changes.

Tom Hardy, whom I hadn’t expected much from, delivers a twisted, believably delusional hillbilly performance that works perfectly.  His character survived so many near misses that he started believing his own legend about how invincible he was.  With this bit of irrational bravado he decides to draw the line against a corrupt city lawman and his enforcer, a chillingly creepy Guy Pearce.

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A couple of intertwined love stories keep the testosterone from overwhelming the thing.  Violence is realistic and harsh.  Definitely one to check out at the Redbox.

Surprise two, the screenwriter was Nick Cave, who I thought was some kind of rock star.  Lots of Aussies playing Appalachians, and pulling it off amusingly.

Shot on the Arri Alexa, which still kicks Red’s ass despite the latter having more than 4 times the resolution, the cinematography is beautiful and the locations authentic.

Bonus NSFW–

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds – Jubilee Street
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Reviewing Flight (2012) has compelled me to think back and acknowledge where some real self-destruction and cinematic genius had coalesced. Sid and Nancy is as good a place to start as any.

Based on the real life of Sid Vicious, the bass player of The Sex Pistols, we see how raw and unhinged addiction, the music industry and love can all be.  Throw them together and it’s a ride you won’t soon forget (unlike Denzel’s public service announcement for AA).

Roger Ebert was a big booster for the film:

“[Sid] was handed great fame and a certain amount of power and money, and indirectly told that his success depended on staying fucked up. This is a big assignment for a kid who would otherwise be unemployable. Vicious did his best, fighting and vomiting and kicking his way through his brief days and long nights, until [Nancy] Spungen brought him a measure of relief.”

It’s a fascinating descent into complete shyte.  These two, playing off of one another, expose the senselessness of their reckless ideology, its self-destructive mandate.  On a spiraling death plummet, but not without an original stain on the pavement, Sid and Nancy live forever in infamy.

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Other selections in the sub-genre include Johnny Depp’s Blow, a fantastic modern history of the drug trade and one of his most underrated films.  The allure of prohibition is more than just substance addiction.  Drugs have been a thorn in the side of society for so long, and their outlawing provides for a significant underground economy, including the predictable wars and mayhem associated with avoiding capture and prosecution, the creation of warlords and the casualties produced with increasing territory and profit margins.  People get caught up over their heads in so many ways.  Blow is also based on a true story, and Depp’s range is on display here.  Speaking of Depp, what’s a more mind-bending drug fueled descent into madness than Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas?

While Blow tackles cocaine, the larger problem today is arguably crystal-meth.  Spun is a twisted indie take on that menace, and also underrated / unknown.  Powerful performances, powerful situations, and the filmmaking is sharp as a shiny new hypodermic.  Spun is an experience, a trip to take, much like Requiem For a Dream.  There are just so many great drug addled explorations once that Pandora’s Box is pried open.

Yet another addiction drama with a twist is Rush, with Jason Patric and Jennifer Jason Leigh.  Undercover narcotics officers get hooked on their own contraband.  The lines between law and outlaw are blurry indeed.  Denzel’s previous drug film Training Day also explored that territory.

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Clicking on the Sid and Nancy imdb page instantly prompted me with Oliver Stone’s The Doors, which is another groundbreaking intense exploration of addiction and self-destruction – and pretty much true, and significant.

Others in this genre include Less Than Zero, with Robert Downey Jr. and Bright Lights, Big City with Michael J. Fox.  I’ve given a nod to The Wackness with Ben Kingsley, and even Charlie Bartlett (Downey again) had more complex characterization than Flight.

Perhaps the crème of them all is Phillip K. Dick’s A Scanner Darkly.  Mind bending exploration of addiction, prohibition and the images are presented like no other film you would have seen (except perhaps Waking Life).


If you watch all these films, you will instantly see why Flight comes up so banal and inconsequential by comparison.  It’s relegated itself to the cheap, disposable dustbin of obviousness and even preachiness.  Flight is far too simplistic and simple-minded to bother talking about any further.

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A big, edgy PSA for Alcoholics Anonymous?

I finally caught Flight, the much talked about Denzel Washington vehicle.  What stuck with me most is the thinness of the character, his one dimensional alcoholism that infects pretty much every scene of the movie.  Rather than adding sufficient complexity and making the story seem more real, the incessant drive for alcohol and self-destruction sort of makes the plot obvious and predictable.  The one-dimensional label may be inaccurate, as “Whip” has at least two dimensions: he’s a spooky talented pilot as well as a self-destructive alcoholic.

We never get much background on either situation however.  Other than the expected interpersonal problems, Denzel’s alcoholism doesn’t seem to grow out of anything in particular.  His upbringing and development are non-existent.  As for his flying skills, there is one passing throwaway line about being in the Navy at one point.  And?

What helped make the film work for audiences was a unique in-flight emergency.  The plane fails in a spectacular fashion, and only the most radical, insane maneuver can save it.  As for the technical details, I’m not at all sure they got that right either, as every system on the aircraft starts failing at once without adequate explanation.  Be that as it may, we’re sold on the radical maneuver, the incredible flying and the big save – of most of the passengers.  A few die in the crash.

This plane crash centerpiece reminded me instantly of another film, one that did affect me: Fearless (1993).  In Fearless, Jeff Bridges walks away from a devastating plane crash without a scratch, and the survivor’s guilt is so powerful that it changes his entire life on the psychological and even on the physical level.  A magical realism elevates the film to another plane, a magic that is nowhere to be found in Flight.

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Flight is more of a character study.  But the character they’ve concocted is pretty much a dead horse, except for the flying sequence.  So, is this a movie of the week that got lucky and spiced up with sex and drugs?  You tell me.

Another film that comes to mind of a broken character, an alcoholic drug abuser with complexity, and an interesting story line is Postcards From the Edge (1990).  This was Carrie Fisher’s (Princess Leia’s) “semi-autobiographical” novel transformed into a feature film featuring Meryl Streep like we had never seen her before.  Postcards shows a struggling alcoholic trying to be a better person, much like Flight, but the tone is comedic and spontaneous, and not so suffocating.

So many stories have centered on human frailty and trying to overcome one’s demons that the field is always open to another contender, if it can shine a light where one hasn’t poked before.  I don’t think Flight does so.  Perhaps it comes close, but no spliff.  The plane incident does not provide sufficient novelty in my opinion to elevate this story to a place among the best of them.  Denzel’s performance is expectedly compelling, but I don’t think the material was sincere enough.  It had a paint by numbers, cynical undertone that grated on me and left me underwhelmed.

The litmus test: I could watch Fearless or Postcards again and again, but have no desire to revisit Flight.


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