Archive for July, 2009

31
Jul
09

If it’s Friday then it must be Bowie!

25
Jul
09

Oh no, I forgot Friday Bowie!

17
Jul
09

Friday Bowie

15
Jul
09

Such great heights…

Does Battlestar Galactica have the worst ending in the history of Science Fiction? This is quite possible though I wouldn’t go that far (though the linked piece makes a pretty awesome case that it is). That is not to say it wasn’t terrible but there had to be worst ending BSG’s – mean all of the Stargate shows had endings right?

As anyone who spoke to me in the hours after the finale can attest, I found the whole thing deeply upsetting.

My biggest problem with the ending is two fold: the whole thing ended up being a theistic claptrap and the whole anti-technology message.

Theism: The idea that entire show was some plan from god is so frustrating because it completely ruins the entire religious conflict of the show. The of the great things about Battlestar was its treatment of religion and religious conflict. It was interesting and different than any TV show I’ve seen before. Religion was a fundamentally human (or Cylon) creation in much of the show (particularly early).  People (and Cylons) – even those on share the same ‘beliefs’ in the abstract – are driven by their faiths in different directions. Again, it was a very compelling and “realistic” treatment of faith.

But all of this is undone by making “god” a concrete entity with its own terribly stupid plan. The multiplicity of faith in the series gone there is only one true god and this prattling head-angels. And you know, I wouldn’t have a huge problem with this if god’s plan even made sense in retrospect – but nope, it doesn’t in the least. Here “god” is a stand-in for everytime Ron Moore and his writers were sitting in the writer’s room drinking a few beers and said to one another “Wouldn’t it be cool if we did this crazy improbable thing?”

Anti-technology: I just can not buy that a space traveling species would be so willing – and so easily – give up their technology to sit around and hang out with cavemen. I mean the whole thing is very sudden, Lee is like “Technology sux” and everyone else is like “Dude, you’re right!” It is so hamfisted that it is clear that Moore is hitting you over the head with the message stick. Moore is saying – to me at least -  that technology is the fundamental cause of everyone’s problems not their own actions. This is just wrong and like making everything “god’s plan” is a cop-out. Human agency – for good and ill – gone here and replaced with a basically good human nature corrupted by technology. If man could only run free we’ll all be ok! *yawn*

Basically, its clear to me that Battlestar and Ron Moore dropped the ball in BSG’s finale. It did a lot of damage to how the show will be remember. Personally, my love for the show has not disappeared but I do think a lot less of the show than I did before season 4.5.

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14
Jul
09

Bond, James Bond – The Man with the Golden Gun (and French Midget)

The Man with the Golden Gun

Year: 1979

Bond Actor:  Roger Moore (Age: 47)

Bond Country of Origin: England

Women Slept With: 2

Villain’s Evil Scheme:  To kill JAMES BOND!!!! And some vauge plot to use a revolutionary solar power technology for laser evil

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14
Jul
09

The real tragedy is that your act is just boring and old…

For those of you still reading this blog is been pretty clear that there has been a content draught for the last few months. Yet again – and it was entirely my fault. There are many reasons for this – for example, I did not realize how physically exhausting working  full-time again would be. But these are just exuses. I dropped the ball – yet again.

So, yet again, I’m going to try and pick up the pieces. My goal is to have at least one item up here every weekday – even if it’s just a small submitted without comment or linkblogging piece. The aim is to start small and move on from there.

As always we will see where it goes.

13
Jul
09

Review: Horehound by The Dead Weather

Jack White must be the musical equivalent of a shark: He must keep swimming or he’ll die. Tuesday will see the release of Horehound by The Dead Weather, his second side-project’s first album, as well as a pair of shows at the 930 club to kick off the band’s first tour. This means that in three years, he’s released three albums with three different bands, toured with all of them, and wrote a (somewhat disappointing) theme song to a (definitely disappointing) Bond movie.

While The Raconteurs sometimes hewed a little too close to sounding like a four-person White Stripes, The Dead Weather will invite no such comparison, mainly because Jack’s role within the band has shifted. He touches on everything in the album — guitar, rhythm, and vocals — but dominates none of them. Alison Mosshart (The Kills) handles the majority of the vocals, alternating fairly seamlessly between a sultry, bluesy moan to a rocker’s wail. The guitar work, mostly from Dean Fertita (Queens of the Stone Age), is almost completely draped in a heavy fuzz, a mixture of “Icky Thump” and “Sick, Sick, Sick.” The two Jacks, White and Lawrence, stay mostly in the rhythm and supporting section, giving a bluesy base for the other two to build on. (I do suspect a few of the solos are White’s doing, however.)

The album is blues-rock played deliberately messily and heavily. As a whole, it’s a lot more interesting than The Raconteurs’ output, though not as memorable or flawless as The White Stripes. If we must compare it to the band members previous work, it’s probably closest to the Kills, so Mosshart might be more of a creative force here than White. That’s not a bad thing at all; the Kills are a great band.

The album is at it’s strongest when it leans hard in either the blues or the hard-rock direction. The album’s best song, the brilliant opener, “60 Feet Tall,” manages to do both. It’s is a slow escalation with spare instrumentation and crooning vocals that leads to a pair of loud and distorted solos. This structure resurfaces in “So Far From Your Weapon,” with slightly diminished returns (still worth listening to). Other stand-out tracks include the heavy, instrumental “3 Birds” and the slow pseudo-surf rock of “Rocking Horse.”

Jack White is normally a master of the pop-hook, but the album’s main attempt at a more accessible track falls mostly flat. Certainly don’t judge the rest of the album by the first not-terribly interesting single, “Hang You Up From the Heavens.” Also try not to be distracted by the fact that the opening seconds are identical to Weezer’s “American Gigolo.” “Treat Me Like Your Mother” is much more likely to be a hit song. It’s more energetic, Mosshart and White both share the vocal spotlight, and it doesn’t sound much like anything either of them have done before, much less like most things on the radio.

As with any supergroup like this, it’s hard to tell how committed the members will be to expanding the project, but I’d be happy to hear another Dead Weather album a few years down the road.




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