Hollywood’s Corporate Journey, A Creative Glitch

•January 10, 2009 • Leave a Comment

The biggest danger of Hollywood becoming a purely corporate town resides primarily in the creative process. It really hasn’t been demonstrated at any level by any major corporation–– that it can also nurture and encourage what is euphemistically called creativity. In other words, do artists, do writers, directors–– whatever–– want to work for massively impersonal corporate entities? Do they really want to put up with the mega-company decision-making process, which often requires an abundance of bureaucracy and miles and miles of bright red tape? More importantly, are they willing to be treated as nothing more than replaceable commodities? One of the reasons that there is now such a current of tension and unrest in Hollywood is that most creative people don’t trust the corporate, bottom-line mentality. They don’t feel as though they’re a part of the process, and, quite frankly–– they’re not.

The average screenplay is rewritten again and again by no less than 30 to 50 producers, marketing personnel and perhaps even a few guys who work in the mail room on Saturdays–– The point is, once the optioned screenplay leaves the writer, the transformation barely resembles the original thought process. The writer’s original vision is all but erased from the formula.

We’re going to continue to see a very, very commercial kind of filmmaking. And then a few years hence, the whole system is going to fragment. I believe we’re going to see a tremendous proliferation of small units of independent companies exactly like ours. The big companies are going to splinter into smaller companies. They may still retain “some” ownership, but I think a lot of the profits, a lot of the action is going to reside with where it should reside–– with the creative elite. And I do believe the whole system is going to turn around completely.

Entertainment, by it’s very nature, is a very cyclical business. I love movies. I’m not a quite a movie nut, you know. What’s sad about all of it is that, sure, when I was a kid the kind of motion pictures we saw were very adventuresome and edgy. And because the risks involved were so small, studios were encouraged to go with bright newcomers. You didn’t have to rehire the guy who made two $100 million pictures in the last five years. You could take some chances. That’s how you end up with great films. That’s how you get surprises, because what movies are all about, in my opinion are surprises, things you didn’t expect to happen.

That was Hitchcock’s genius, he understood the significance of the clever plot twist, the character’s journey, and more importantly, he tapped into the audience’s psyche, he made the audience think– on a very simplistic intellectual level. My personal theory is that one reason the ratings for the Oscar Awards show were several percentages down from the previous year stemmed from the fact that too many pictures last year were terribly predictable, far too commercial, and relatively safe.

The audience out there didn’t have a real passion for any particular movie–– and I’m sure they were desperate to see a film that struck some sort of “universal chord” win an Oscar. And so they didn’t tune in. Hollywood has definitely lost some business. But I am confident Nite Owl Productions will be one of the companies that will get it all back… and then some.

I like to call Hollywood the home of “ideology brokering”, which is inherently all about the power– protecting “us” and winning “them.” I suggest that a far more adequate metaphor for our existence after the structuralism of modernity by Hollywood is the “networked age”. We find this age interconnected by definition, characterized by disruption through wider connections, holding onto a nuanced continuity in existential and communal identity through a more explicit selection of and innovation within the tradition which the network finds itself constituted by. It is nearly a case of a new cogito- I emerge in the network therefore I am.
 
Apparently the surrealist movement was originally a political movement. I don’t have a problem with capitalism necessarily. It’s very easy for this culture to point out the corruption of communism and fascism; but it’s difficult for it to point out the corruption of itself. But that corruption does exist and it is in the element of corporate entities taking the element of individualized thinking away. That’s really where bad corruption comes into play in all of these areas. It’s the most evident in film and television because it’s an expensive art form and they need to be able to feel confident in salesmanship. They need a group they can point to and sell it so since there isn’t a countercultural movement that they can point to, they won’t bother. If anything makes anyone feel uncomfortable at all, which good art can do, they won’t support it. Now that’s being taken out of stories in the media because it’s considered something that could drive audiences or sponsorship away. Now all films and media are being approved by committees, which is an absolute corruption no matter how you look at it.

In the end… it really doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks about you or your work. You have to be exactly who you are and what you want to be. On your terms, with your own ideas and philosophies and the absolute FREEDOM to express them. Not what has been marketed to you or at you or created perhaps to help you to think better by the corporate “suits” with a target demographic to uphold.

The Frustrating Dynamics of Clothes Shopping

•January 7, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Clothes… my God, who in the name of all that is sane and rational needs them? To me, clothes shopping is nothing more than a huge chunk of pure unabashed self torture. I avoid the malls and boutiques much like the vampires from ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer’ avoid a wooden stake or a big ol’ hunk of cheesy garlic bread. I can certainly empathize with an undead one’s dreadful fear of mirrors and bright lights. Especially those distorted dressing room fun house mirrors, with the horrific lighting that leaves every woman swearing off food for the next five to ten years.

Maybe I should just settle for a gaudy black cape with a big hood, something medieval yet proudly American, although it would probably already be an established designer line… i.e. Tommy Hillfiger’s “The American Executioner” line. If we could clothes shop, the same way we grocery shop, it would be so damn simple. The whole dynamic would change for the better, and I for one would applaud the change in a 60 second solo standing ovation. Imagine just loading up the cart with nothing but the essentials, and then heading off to tackle the big issues… stuff like figuring out what’s really in those Cheese Doodles.

Sure, I’ve tried clothes shopping through catalogs, online and even over the phone… although once, by accident, I called a phone sex line. Imagine my surprise when the guy on the other end of the phone asked what sort of underwear I was wearing… hey… I just assumed it was an underwear store… and that they offered some mighty up friendly service. Okay, so I was bored.

Anyway… it ALWAYS costs me an absolute fortune in return shipping when the stuff that looked so strikingly wonderful on those gorgeously endowed models, doesn’t quite position itself the same way on a real human body, like mine. Catalog shopping reminds me a lot of playing with paper dolls. Remember how exceptional the paper outfits with the tabs looked just prior to opening the package? But they never quite fit the paper doll like you hoped they would, no matter how hard you tried to fold those damn tabs, something always tore.

Even shopping for something as simple as a pair of jeans is so complicated. There are so many brands and styles, with so many different sizing dimensions and numbers, you practically have to master geometry to figure out which jeans should fit your particular shape. And when you finally figure out the size of the jeans you require, you know you will be able to find every other brand, style and size but the one you happen to be looking for. I call it “the bad karma” of selection.

When I was in college, one of my friends had the greatest pair of jeans in the universe. I swear those things were magical. I mean, they might have even cooked dinner for her. Even though my friends and I had totally different shapes, and of course, we were all different heights, these things looked good on all of us. No kidding. It didn’t matter who wore them, they fit perfectly. I’m offering a humongous reward to anyone that can locate those jeans. I can’t for the life of me remember who made them. Back then remembering jeans was like remembering the name of the cute foreign exchange student who sat across from you every other Wednesday. There were Sergio Valentes, Jordache… and God knows who else…

I’ll be the first to admit I’m not usually hip to the latest fashions. What’s the best way to find out exactly what’s in? Forget the damn fashion magazines. Especially those featuring celebrities. Fame is like having a license that states for the record, “I can now dress in the most ridiculous outfits I can pluck off the rack while in a drunken stupor… and pretend that I would really wear these same outfits out in public.”

For some not so modest celebrities, less is, without argument, much less, than we should ever be subjected to. Somewhere along the way, fashion designers convinced celebrities that less is more, and the celebrities believed them. They prance around like the fabled Emperor, the one without clothes, pretending to be the epitome of style. Could it be that fame really does travel straight to their inflatable heads, affecting the part of the brain that rationalizes bad taste? The fashion statements some celebs try to make at those popular award ceremonies should not be punctuated. Not for being too revealing, but for being— and there is no other way for me to say this… ugly.

If you own some ugly clothes, hang on to them for a while. In a few years they’ll probably be the latest in fashion, and you’ll be looking trendy and cool if you ever make it to the Oscars. Last but not least, bathing suit shopping is without question, the worst punishment a woman can endure and what most guys pay little or no attention to. Guys will wear anything to the beach. You don’t believe me? Pay attention to the exact number of overweight men who select the skin tight Speedos as their beach attire of choice. Women, on the other hand, would rather die first than reveal cellulite. Oh well… I’m heading for the grocery store. At least there I can sample stuff on Triscuit wafers without having to activate my gym membership when I return home.

The Greatest Internet Hoax Ever Perpetrated

•January 6, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I was listening to my favorite talk radio show on the planet… or in this particular dimension of universe… COAST TO COAST AM With George Noory… As usual, George was in “rare” form. You see, in “George’s World” ANY TOPIC is one step away from the “paranormal”– and I LOVE that about him. It is not only extraordinarily entertaining, it is also thought-provoking as all roads lead to “mystery and conspiracy” in this world.

This particular show happened to be the re-broadcast of a show which aired back in August of 2004. The show was centered on an Internet Legend… or as some non-believers might call it “The Greatest Internet Hoax Ever Perpetrated” somewhere around the year 2000– [no one is actually 100% certain as to the exact date or year] a man only known as “John Titor” began posting on various Quantum Physics Web Forums across the Internet with a vengeance.

Now I personally make it a point to NOT post on these forums as my thoughts on Quantum Physics are constantly “evolving” depending on what “mood” I happen to be in… and I have on several occasions proven with “deadly accuracy” Einstein’s Theory of Relativity while chatting with the sort of people who inspire one to consider “gnawing off one’s arm” during the conversation.

So… as “legend has it” John Titor claimed to be a genuine time traveler from the year 2036. Yes folks, I said it. He said he was a “time traveler”. But far be it for me to pass judgment on this man’s perception as I have been told many a “tale” by many a weary traveler… claiming to be everything from a bona fide “Angel” to an “Agent of Truth”… so I rarely dispute anyone’s “reality.

The reason I mention John Titor is because quite frankly, this has to be one of the most fascinating tales I have heard in a LONG time. Not only does his story seem somewhat “plausible”, but he was brilliant enough to “cover his bases” using various Physics theories, one being that all time is occurring simultaneously in immeasurable parallel dimensions within varying degrees of one another– a Many Worlds, Many Universes Theory which is an ACTUAL Physics theory… look it up. You’ll indeed find it. So if any of his “prognostications” turn out to be “wrong”… Mr. Titor says that this is the direct result of his visit here, which alters in varying degrees in a “domino-lik”e effect all of the other infinite parallel universes in such a manner that perhaps his predictions will occur, only in one of those OTHER dimensions… not necessarily ours.

Before you write all of this off as being “Conspiratory Gibberish” and “Internet Folklore”… I give you one of my favorite quotes from one of my all-time favorite films, “Heaven Can Wait” with Warren Beaty and Julie Christie [the 1978 classic]… “The likelihood of one person being correct increases in direct proportion to the intensity with which others are trying to prove him wrong.”

It is 2008 and John Titor, after having posted his last words in March of 2001 has vanished. All however, that remains is a CONTINUING DEBATE as to whether or not he was actually telling the truth. Countless radio show discussions, web sites, web forums, books, e-books, 1 documentary and a potential feature film later and John Titor is STILL A HOT TOPIC OF DISCUSSION. The Public Relations genius alone is exceptional.

Does it matter if he was telling the truth? No, not really. Which brings me to my point… everyone has the capacity to evoke thought, discussion and timelessness. We are a world filled with more possibilities than we know what to do with. It all comes down to “perception”… and not only did John Titor {or whoever he was} KNOW this… he lived it.

A few John Titor links for all of you “Curious Onlookers”… interested in a good story… or a REALLY good tall tale {smiling}.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Titor

http://www.johntitor.com/

The Variables Of Laundry

•January 6, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Back in the days when human kind dwelled in caves and were convinced that fire was a pretty cool thing, the actual cleanliness of the animal skins that we wrapped ourselves in was not a big issue. The idea of neatness probably started by watching cats. After a good, stout session of cleaning, they tended not to smell quite so bad. Soon after we experimented with banging our wet clothing against rocks at the local stream as a primitive laundry technique. The women found some success using this method, the men got bored and eventually started throwing the rocks at each other. This, I am convinced, was the birth of warfare. As the centuries went on we continued to fine-tune the science of washing clothes. The results were always predictable though. When the washboard was invented women perspired and toiled making us stronger and stain free, men strapped them to their chests, found a friend with a jug and invented country music. Eventually, after several years of evolution and transition large containers were constructed that one could simply place their soiled clothes in, add a powdered mixture of soap, and this marvelous invention would do all of the work for you.

Women of course, marveled at this and proclaimed it to be the end of dirt as a whole, men on the other hand discovered you couldn’t play baseball or rugby on it, or watch the Giants football game, so they ignored this testament to modern technology. As a women, I’m not quite sure women have fully conceptualized the depth of male apathy for the act of doing laundry.

To the female of the human species, the ideal of what is “April Fresh” is indeed very different. For us gals, it is that fresh, springtime scent that comes from your clothes after some time in the dryer with Bounce, or another wonderful fabric softener. For the guys it has more to do with April, the head cheerleader, and how many times she has been around the proverbial block. Despite these differences in interpretation regarding exactly who and what April is and exactly what defines her as fresh, we do live in a civilized and clean world, for the most part. If one is going to get a job, find a date, avoid the Ebola virus, or just keep mom off of your back long enough for you to call April, some quality time in the laundry room is a must.

For those men who still look at the Laundromat with the same wonder and confusion as the folks who accidentally created Silly Putty, here are a few basic rules to follow that will help you survive this entire experience… 

Number one…Face it— you will lose socks. No one knows why or how, but if you place 10 socks in the dryer, you will inevitable be left with either 9 or 7. Do not go in after them. They are gone. Don’t try to come up with theories on what has happened to them. Better men than you are now sharing a room with a man in a sleeveless white jacket discussing the connection between the disappearance of said sock, and the invention of a ‘Star Trek’ like, teleportal device. Number two… The dryer is not a toy. Only clothing should be put in it. Water balloons, home electronics, bottles of carbonated liquid, and any sort of explosives have no place in the dryer.

Number three… If you start putting your whites in with your colors, remain clueless and act extremely vulnerable, a woman will invariably come to your aid. If you play this card right, not only will she wind up doing all of your laundry, freeing you up to play a video game at the arcade next door, but you may also get her phone number, begin dating her, and con her into doing your laundry until she realizes you’re a big schmuck— thus dumping you for a handsome stud named Brett, who knows the spin cycle is not that thing the Tasmanian Devil does when he gets really mad.

I have just exhausted my knowledge on the subject of laundry. Learn from this wisdom and remember the key to clean laundry is always being aware of the need for detergent.

Season Two of The Tudors Exceeds Season One

•January 2, 2009 • Leave a Comment

tudors-season-2Season Two of Showtime’s runaway hit The Tudors is defined by the unraveling of the Catholic Church and rise of Thomas Cromwell’s (James Frain) power and influence; it was Cromwell, a cunning self-educated man, who was an architect of the Reformation movement in England with the introduction of religious leader Thomas Cranmer to King Henry VIII’s (Jonathan Rhys Meyers) court. These actions are the frame for Henry’s court side politics and affairs of love in season two, and like season one, are a clever blend of actual history and creative commissioned entertainment at the hand of show creator and writer, Michael Hirst. This season is filled with more compelling storylines and building court drama.   The cast and crew worked their magic at Ardmore Studios, near Dublin. The crew remains the same– and this season you will again truly appreciate the outstanding achievements of Emmy award winning costume designer Joan Bergin, who took the honor in 2007 for her exemplary work on The Tudors. Her craftsmanship abounds in the gowns and adornments for Anne Boleyn (Natalie Dormer) which are breathtaking.

Boleyn had 17 major costumes along with jewels, shoes and headpieces and all these were handmade from scratch. Bergin’s eye captured the smallest details of the commoners and various court denizens.  “I did a lot of research into Spanish and Italian fashion from the period. I’ve amalgamated Tudor style with more European influences, so overall the look is softer… this season we’ve created in the region of 1500 costume pieces,” revealed Bergin. This season we note the absence of Cardinal Wolsey (Sam Neill) and the waning of Sir Thomas More’s (Jeremy Northam) favor by his once dutiful friend, Henry. More steels himself the first four episodes for his inevitable fate of martyrdom; he does not waver in his allegiance to Rome.  Henry’s childhood friend and now brother-in-law Charles Brandon (Henry Cavill) walks a fine line with his open hatred for the Boleyns, his empathy for Katherine and maintaining his court standing with Henry.

Thomas Boleyn (Nick Dunning) is also given a great deal of rope to possibly hang himself with; he is the Olympic champion of Machiavellian court maneuverings.

Cromwell’s construction of a new religious order with Henry as ordained King and leader of the Church has drained all the once powerful Bishops and Cardinals dry, even the Pope’s (Peter O’Toole) terse edicts of excommunication are to no avail. O’Toole’s callous and smug portrayal of Pope Paul III, a historically noted morally challenged leader, gives insight to the brewing resentments over the Catholic Church’s critical mass of corruption thus bearing the rise of Protestant leaders and the Reformation itself. Also missing this season is Henry’s sister Margaret (Gabrielle Anwar), who in season one was married off to the decrepit King of Portugal against her will.

In reality, Henry’s sister Margaret was married off to the King of Scotland. This season is too busy with the rise and fall of the Catholic Church and the conniving Boleyn clan to be distracted by any of Henry’s siblings. Maria Doyle Kennedy plays the part of Katherine of Aragon with the perfect amount of regalness and humility. The people love her, yet the indignities of being cast aside by the King are worn on her face; Hirst makes us feel for her. Their daughter Mary also feels the sting of her Father’s indifference and is essentially abandoned by the Monarch as Anne Boleyn’s baby, Elizabeth I, takes center stage for the moment.

It is the polarizing character of Anne Boleyn that unites the sub-plots and overall driving action of season two. Henry’s lust gives way to his will, the Church is exceedingly broken. Boleyn is now the wife and the scorn of the people who still regard Katherine as the rightful Queen. 

Boleyn’s seductress charms are crushed by the Karma wheel that sees the married siren become victim to her own well-played arsenal of feminine wiles; the court beauties still seduce her willing King of enormous appetites. Anne has come full circle, bears the scars and pays an ultimate price. “She’s on the knife’s edge through the season,” explains Natalie Dormer. “The stakes just get higher and higher, there is no Plan B for Anne… it’s like ‘be careful what you wish for.” There is much to savor for season two of The Tudors; the performances are all keenly delivered and nearly upstage the immensely talented Irish star of the series, Rhys Meyers, with their well-written and enacted ensemble work. Notable moments are made by Natalie Dormer, Nick Dunning, Jeremy Northam, James Frain and Peter O’Toole in pivotal scenes.

The series also features stunning camera work by cinematographer Ousama Rawi and production design by Tom Conroy, who opened up the sets in this season and updated the interiors to reflect the ten years that supposedly passes between the seasons. “There is more of a Renaissance feel to the decor and, of course, more shields and war mementos on the wall,” shared Conroy. “I’ve also been over to England looking at the details of various National Trust Houses. For instance, I saw a basement window in Devon which I used as a tower dungeon window.”

In one of the more visually arresting scenes, Conroy had to recreate a giant copper boiling pot where one unlucky cast member meets his fate. “We were looking for a large pot, but there wasn’t any of a sufficient size around so we had to commission it,” revealed Conroy. “It’s copper, but cleverly done to reduce the weight. We lit a fire under it and set up an elaborate pulley system for the actor to be lowered into the boiling oil, which of course was water with starch in it to create air bubbles. It was very effective.”  Showtime has presented the finest period epic series since the short-lived, “Rome,” but unlike that abbreviated effort, The Tudors will live on for seasons to come. For more info go to: www.whothetudorareyou.com. UB

Cast:
Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Henry Cavill
Natalie Dormer
Maria Doyle Kennedy
Nick Dunning

Directors: Ciaran Donnelly, Colm McCarthy, Dearbhla Walsh, Jeremy Podeswa, Jon Amiel
Writers: Michael Hirst
Producers: Sheila Hockin

Format: AC-3, Box set, Color, Dolby, Dubbed, DVD-Video, Widescreen, NTSC, Language: English Region: Region 1 (U.S. and Canada only.)
Number of discs: 4
Run Time: 542 minutes

Sumptuous Tequila Shrimp

•January 2, 2009 • Leave a Comment

This is a very simple to create recipe. The taste is pure perfection and it works famously over pasta. Give it a try!

INGREDIENTS
2 tablespoons of unsalted butter
4 cloves garlic, chopped
1½ pounds of large shrimp– peeled and deveined
½ cup of tequila [Patrón always works for me]
½ cup of chopped fresh cilantro
salt and pepper to taste

DIRECTIONS
Melt butter in a large skillet over medium heat. Saute garlic until light brown. Place shrimp in the pan, and cook for 3 minutes. Pour in tequila, and season with cilantro, salt, and pepper. Cook for 2 more minutes.

http://www.patronspirits.com/

The Anarchistic Experimentalist… That’s Me

•December 14, 2008 • Leave a Comment

The now infamous artist Magritte in the 40’s created what became commonly known as his so-called “Bad Paintings”. These were a series of works that were perpetrated toward a more abstracted figurative style. They were purposely painted “badly” using what was then described by art critics and patrons as “bad colors”… or as I tend to believe “unacceptable colors”.

I actually preferred these “non-compliant pieces” much more than some of his “well painted pieces “. I believe it must have been completely liberating for him to paint this way after painting in a specifically structured style for so long. You can actually see, if you look closely enough, with an awareness… that the structured paintings were done almost mechanically, like a bad trompe L’oeil. It was as if all of the pure joy had been literally sucked out of these pieces and replaced with a bank account. Unfortunately the public’s response to his new style was less than warm and inevitably he reverted back to his old style. Poor Magritte.
 
Sometimes I worry about the depths of true artistic freedom being lost. Right now I can film whatever the hell I want… whenever I want. I enjoy a certain amount of freedom that some filmmakers/artists may never enjoy again if their whole being is wrapped up in a certain type of iconic commercial “image” of sorts. It’s within these unfounded “popular expectations” that the artist/filmmaker becomes entangled and stagnant. Unlike writers who are often told to “write about what you know”, artists/filmmakers can develop and evolve tremendously within that far less traveled unknown place…

What I’m doing now with my work is trying to create a certain amount of flexibility within the work so that it can retain a certain amount of integrity and cohesiveness, and have it all be enjoyable and experimental and ALWAYS open to interpretation at the same time. I don’t want to lose my freedom… but I don’t want concern myself with audience expectations. I would rather have 100 people CRAVING my work… than millions of people who only want to see it because it’s “trendy” and “mainstream”. Okay, so I’m not about to win over the Hollywood crowd. Who cares?

Think about your life’s purpose often and deeply. Ask, “Why am I really doing this?” Trust me, if you ask yourself this enough, you will devote as much energy and time as you can to your own personal passions… and therein lies true success. You see “my” truth is I never actually “decided” to become a filmmaker all at once; somehow via a more strange and meandering route derived of this totally non-compliant inner necessity I felt… I essentially evolved into one.

Whether it’s an article or a film, our unspoken bargain is still the same: you want to be enlightened, stimulated, challenged, fascinated, enthralled, entertained, and/or moved by an experience that is both consequential and well crafted (and by crafted I don’t mean structured). If I want to keep you intrigued, my words, or the frames in my film, must be well edited. For me, editing is nothing more than an act of faith… I never really know where I’m going or how I’ll get there and I don’t want to know. It’s all trial and error. Like some massive puzzle where the pieces are much more far-reaching and compatible in any sequence. Sometimes a seemingly absurd concept eventually leads to a better resolution.

I am absorbed and devoted to a process of discovery. What catches my eye? What makes me laugh, cry, scream… and most importantly… think? What matters and what doesn’t? The more things you are capable of “observing” the more potential connections there are to be made. I often think of editing in terms of chemistry, conjuring images and/or sounds as “particles”… having what a chemist would call “valence,” or what the dictionary defines as the “relative capacity to unite, react, or interact…combining power.” The combination of a specific sound with a specific image, or the juxtaposition of two images, becomes a kind of cinematic “molecule,” itself… capable or bonding with other image and sound aspects to form longer string of molecules… or perceptions. They, in turn, can be combined to form more elaborate cinematic sequences, compounds of thought.

Whether documentary, dramatic, or experimental, it’s all a kind of chemistry. And it all begins with one person alone with a camera who can find beauty, meaning and metaphor in the world simply by immersing in the flow of daily life, and looking around.

Desperate Housewives May Add More Seasons

•December 14, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Okay… I am so completely thrilled to have caught this fantastic little tidbit of information… According to the industry trade pub. The Hollywood Reporter: “Desperate Housewives” in 2012? Series creator Marc Cherry let slip Wednesday that he is in talks with ABC about continuing the hit comedy-drama for at least another two seasons.

This is great news for all of the desperate-addicts out there, myself included.  I would have to attribute all of this to the fact that  the series has hit the mark this season by jumping ahead five years. (You can see that time leap once again when the season premiere repeats at 10 p.m. Sunday on ABC– and pay close attention as the entire plot is laid out piece by piece… with just enough info to solve the season finale– IF that is, your perceptions are correct.)

Negotiations are under way and ongoing to possibly extend the show to nine years, but don’t look for there to be any hitch.  Nine years in prime time is a phenomenal run. Given the absurd “glut” of reality crap out there and the short list of shows that even made it to seven seasons, Marc Cherry should definitely be given his kudos… or at least something shiny and expensive that fits nicely in his driveway.

Oasis— A Return To Relevance

•December 9, 2008 • Leave a Comment

oasisWhen a band’s debut release far exceeds anyone’s expectations, the remainder of that band’s existence is often spent chasing after past triumphs, attempting (mostly in vain) to recapture that ever-so-evasive initial success… and even the poetic critical acclaim. Until 2005’s Don’t Believe the Truth, it seemed as though Oasis might be one of those bands, creatively spinning its wheels and eternally on the verge of a major comeback— a return to relevance in the vein of beloved, epochal one-two punch Definitely Maybe and (What’s the Story) Morning Glory? Dig Out Your Soul, the British rockers’ first studio effort in three years and their seventh studio album, continues to restore that once noble luster to Noel and Liam Gallagher’s considerable legacy, so badly tarnished in the eyes of fans and critics by the coked-out bloat of 1997’s Be Here Now (although, if you ask me, that’s one disc in dire need of revisiting) and the seamy, aimless 2000 follow-up Standing on the Shoulders of Giants. Re-teamed with producer Dave Sardy, who oversaw Truth’s visceral, melodic return to form, the brothers Gallagher have shifted songwriting duties a bit, with elder Noel allowing younger Liam a more permanent seat at the table (Liam penned three of the 11 tracks here). The result, as it was on Truth, is a slightly more balanced batch of songs, rather than Noel’s tendency to write stylistically similar but often lyrically vacant works… this was primarily due to his overtly brash sense of his own talent.

Regardless of Noel’s uncompromising inner demons, Champagne Supernova is a stone-cold classic, and 14 years later, the homage to all that we’ve somehow misplaced… still creates a sense of nostalgia… an almost uncompromising Beatlemania of sorts. Dig Out Your Soul once again features songwriting contributions by all four band members: vocalist Liam Gallagher, guitarists Noel Gallagher and Gem Archer, and bassist Andy Bell. The album, which was recorded at Abbey Road and mixed in Los Angeles, marks the band’s latest approach to the songwriting process. As principal songwriter Noel Gallagher puts it: “I wanted to write music that had a groove, not songs that followed that traditional pattern of verse, chorus, and middle eight. I wanted a sound that was more hypnotic and driving, with songs that would draw you in; songs that you would maybe have to connect to… to feel.”

From crunchy-psychedelic album opener Bag It Up through to the propulsive lead single The Shock of the Lightning, Oasis seems remarkably supple throughout Soul, a band hitting its stride midway through its multiplatinum existence— or, at the very least, getting its groove back— yet retaining a hunger that can seep out of groups achieving even a fraction of what Oasis has. Of course, now that Oasis has reclaimed the mantle of one of Britain’s most essential rock bands, it needs to hang onto it. The famously combustible Gallaghers may decide to scrap the whole thing after their current world tour— especially if Noel, who was bum-rushed in Toronto this year, continues to endure attacks from overzealous fans— but it’d be a real shame to bring the whole enterprise to a halt now… just as they’re allowing themselves to indulge once again in the brilliant sounds that first turned so many heads.

The OtterBox Rugged Laptop Carrying Case

•December 9, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Let’s face it people– laptop computers are constantly being used out in the field in every corner of the world. Some CEOs and executives are privileged enough to be able to relax on the warm beaches of Monaco [much like those ultra cool Corona ads that I perpetually place myself into], where the biggest threat to any device is sand. Others may visit wildly exotic lands, spend time in a rain forest, go on urgent nautical adventures and brave the elements… like ice and snow. But trust us, notebooks don’t react well to water, mud and dust, and they really don’t like to be dropped. Rugged notebooks are more resistant to such hazards, yet they cost so much more and can still be easily destroyed, leaving all of your information vulnerable. Enter Colorado-based Otter Products, which offers the almost indestructible OtterBox line of rugged, waterproof cases for laptops, PDAs, iPods, cell phones and other portable devices.

The OtterBox Rugged Laptop Carrying Case shields notebooks from a variety of harsh conditions and will prevent a laptop from being damaged if it’s dropped. The hard-shell case is strong enough for a person to stand on without breaking it [we almost rented an ape like the one on our logo but we eventually thought better of it], and it actually floats while shut, acting as a life preserver for the all-important laptop tucked away safely inside.

Users also can operate the computer without ever having to remove it from the case, although the device is exposed to the elements once the case is opened. Our OtterBox 7030 had arrived inside of a cardboard sleeve, with the sleeve displaying various pictures of possible use scenarios and then on the backside a listing of all of the features for this rugged laptop carrying case. Inside of the case itself were four standard bumpers, four large bumpers, two L-shaped bumpers, one shoulder strap, two keys, and an instruction sheet. The instruction sheet reviews the contents, basic bumper usage, and how to install your laptop with the properly sized bumpers. It’s extremely easy to follow.

The OtterBox Rugged Laptop Carrying Case comes with an unconditional lifetime guarantee and costs $169.95, a small price to pay considering the peace of mind it provides laptop users. Our tough as nails evaluation team awards the OtterBox Rugged Laptop Carrying Case an Editor’s Choice Award for 2008, since it will protect a laptop like no other case can, keep out water and keep the laptop intact if it’s dropped. If you require a rugged case for your notebook computer– perhaps on a construction site, on a research trip to the Andes, when you’re traveling with the band– the Otterbox Rugged Laptop case is the perfect choice. It provides excellent protection against crushing force, impact force, and water. One important note: be 100% certain you purchase the right sized model to carry everything that you want to bring along with you as the case we reviewed would handle our laptop only, with no accessories.