Right now... I've had 2 hours of sleep. I stayed at my post... when the trainees ran... but the radiation leak was too much. I was knocked completely out while awaiting the strange weekly phenomenon known as Moriarty's Rumblings. But... With a superhuman sense of wonder I somehow pulled myself out of the funky black sticky poo of dreamland and into the ever so funky black sticky poo of working on this magical mystical computer. Though while talking in the mouse I discovered... it is voice activated... When I speak outloud while typing on the keyboard, every letter I say as a finger presses it down actually... APPEARS ON SCREEN. I'm so delighted. I think... I will return to sleep, but here's this week's Rumblings...
Hey, Head Geek...
"Moriarty" here.
You know, there are occasions when totally different
interests overlap at once for a really bizarre
cross-sampling, and you end up with something that you
love dearly but you can't imagine anyone else would
ever enjoy, much less make. Yet somehow, improbably,
there it is in your hands. A good example would be
this insane new CD that has been playing over and over
on the loudspeakers of the Labs this past week.
Surprisingly, it's not Reznor's latest Nine Inch Nails
magnum opus, which I thought would be an instant
obsession. Instead, it's from CyberOctave Records,
and it's the newest CD by Buckethead called MONSTERS
AND ROBOTS. I mentioned the Dave McKean-directed
video for "The Ballad Of Buckethead" several RUMBLINGS
back, but I had no idea the album would be so good.
There's guests like Bootsy Collins and Les Claypool,
and the artwork by guys like Dave McKean and Bryan
"Franknseus" Theiss makes the booklet fascinating, but
it's the insane guitar work by Buckethead himself that
makes the album so jaw-dropping. This guy's crazy. I
thought John Zorn was nuts, and this guy is influenced
by Zorn, but this guy may actually be more demented.
For those of you, like me, who are new to the world of
Buckethead, he's been around for a while, has numerous
albums under his belt, and describes himself thusly:
"He was born in a coop, raised in a cage/Children fear
him/Critics rage/He's half alive/He's half dead/But
folks just call him Buckethead"
His work is mostly instrumental, but there's some
really funny lyrical material on the album as well. I
can't believe how quickly the album's unique sound
hooked me. I'm an addict now. It's speed jazz with a
monster movie fetish. I mean, the guy has an entire
track devoted to his imaginary battle with Michael
Myers called "The Shape Vs. Buckethead." Forget
FREDDY VS. JASON. It's impossible to describe. And
it's not coming out of the player any time soon.
Something else I fell in love with since last we spoke
was the Friday night presentation on Cartoon Network
of the first new John K. cartoon for television in
(can it really be?) seven years. My god, that's a
long time for a genius to be floundering. Yes, that's
right... I'm willing to give credit where it's due.
I'm not so hung up on being a genius that I can't
point out when someone else's brilliance surpasses
mine. I know that John K. is smarter than I am
because he somehow renders me helpless with laughter
when I watch his work. I'll never forget my first
exposure to REN & STIMPY. I was lucky enough to see
"Space Madness" as my first R&S cartoon, and I think I
actually blacked out from lack of oxygen right around
the time Ren accuses Stimpy of coveting his ice cream
bar. When I saw the uncensored "Powdered Toast Man"
episode or the infamous unaired "Man's Best Friend," I
got an idea of just how far John would push things and
just how extreme his imagination is. But his time off
and exposure to things like SOUTH PARK: BIGGER, LONGER
& UNCUT had pushed my thoughts of John K. to one side.
To be quite honest, it's been a while since I've
thought of Spumco at all.
Then a friend called me to point out the Friday night
air date of a full hour of YOGI BEAR as interpreted by
Spumco. I invited several friends over, but I had to
admit I was a bit anxious about the cartoons. Would
the time away have dulled his edge at all? The first
cartoon, a short called "A Day In The Life Of Ranger
Smith," only put me partially at ease. It was funny,
but it wasn't great. There were several trademark
Spumco moments, but it didn't jump up and smack me,
the way the best of John K.'s work has done in the
past. Maybe it's good that the first cartoon let me
down a bit. It definitely took the edge of me,
because when "Boo Boo Goes Wild" hit, I was relaxed
and my guard was down.
For those of you that missed it, go to the Cartoon
Network's web page and find out when the special airs
next. "Boo Boo Goes Wild" is an astonishing piece of
postmodern silliness, and it managed to successfully
kill three of the weaker henchmen from laughter. The
poor bastards simply ruptured something internally and
dropped. I don't blame them. The premise of the
episode is simple enough. After an incident in which
the Ranger makes Yogi and Boo Boo put on their
clothes, Boo Boo snaps. Fed up with Ranger Smith's
totally random rules and regulations, he decides to
quit playing along. "I WILL NO LONGER WEAR THE MAN'S
CLOTHES!" he bellows, removing his bow tie. "I WILL
NO LONGER SPEAK THE MAN'S TONGUE!" With that, he
drops to all fours and reverts to primal bear-ness.
He goes on a rampage through the park. I don't want
to ruin any more, because every minute of this half
hour was hysterical and twisted. My one regret is
that Cartoon Network asked Spumco to alter part of a
massive fistfight between Yogi and the Ranger. It
seems that John K. is a fan of Ultimate Fighting
Championships, and he made this particular dustup into
an event that was a little more brutal than anything
Hanna or Barbera ever imagined. Realistic sleeper
holds, brutal facial punches, and frantic strangling
struck the network as a bit excessive. If you want to
check out the unedited fight, visit John K. and the
rest of those glorious bastards at www.spumco.com and
watch the Quicktime they've provided.
I know I'm typically a movie guy, but this week,
there's a lot of music and TV that seems worth
mentioning. For example, I wrote about how much I
enjoyed Naked Trucker at Largo last week, and on
Saturday night, who should turn up in a major role on
Dreamworks' wonderful new FREAKS AND GEEKS but David
"Gruber" Allen, the Naked Trucker himself. I thought
the show was outstanding, a bright spot in a season
that, until this, hasn't seen any newcomers of real
note. Judd Apatow and Jake Kasdan head a team that
make this pilot such a joy, such an effortless
pleasure, that I would now count myself a regular
viewer of the program. From the first moment, the
characters all ring true, and the drama all feels
real. This is definitely not another DAWSON'S CREEK
clone. As the airwaves are cluttered with POPULAR
after GET REAL after MANCHESTER PREP, it is refreshing
to see that someone remembers what the experience of
adolescence is really like. Each week, Joss Whedon
and his gifted staff create a piercing metaphorical
look at the same subject with BUFFY that I consider to
be among the finest shows on television, but even they
don't play it as real as this show. These kids are
really kids. They don't look polished or pretty.
They also don't look 25. The terror of dodgeball has
never been made so funny, and every time the show
threatens to play things conventionally or go for a
cliche, it makes some strange, subtle left turn that
keeps it honest. The opening image of the show said
it all, as a beautiful cheerleader and a chiseled
football hunk sit in the bleachers by the football
field, speaking earnestly about their relationship.
As they do, the camera seems to lose interest and
drift down to where the series' stars, the freaks and
geeks of the title, are hanging out under the
bleachers quoting CADDYSHACK and debating whether John
Bonham is God or not. The series is set in 1980, but
the period detail doesn't distract or date the
material. If anything, it frees the filmmakers up
from having to turn their show into a fashion ad. The
focus is off the clothes and on the characters. Bravo
to all involved.
Seems like I've been throwing a lot of kudos in
Dreamworks' direction lately. Maybe that's because
they seem to finally be turning out the kind of
projects right now that I hoped the SKG collaboration
might eventually produce. Right now, they're enjoying
a wonderful showing for the platformed rollout of
AMERICAN BEAUTY, a film I've been very vocal about for
the last month. I recently had the opportunity to
join three other reporters for a set of round table
interviews with the principal cast and director of the
film.
Now... here's where I have to pause to speak to any
kids that might be reading this column. Kids, it's
not cool to flip out and massacre over 40 henchmen
just because someone lost the tape your interviews
were on. Henchman Mongo was spotted playing with the
recorder, holding it with his feet and trying to use
it to pick his teeth, but he swore he didn't lose the
device. He also managed to hide well enough that when
I did finally blow my top, he avoided the worst of my
wrath. In the end, getting that mad didn't bring the
interview tape back, so I'm left to share my
impressions of the day with you, rather than the
specific interviews themselves.
It's strange to share an interview, or at least, it is
for me. Here, I had not one, but three women, seated
at the table with me. When I interview someone, I
like to be able to really focus in on the person and
shut off the room around us. Having other people
tossing questions into the mix only blows whatever
roll I'm on. In this case, there were really only two
of us who asked questions anyway. Marilyn from the
ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT website did a good job fielding
the personal questions, the kind I just don't ask, and
we didn't end up stumbling over each other, which is
what I was afraid of.
BEWARE: SPOILER WARNING!!! MORIARTY DOES DISCUSS THE ORIGINAL ENDING AND CURRENT ENDING OF AMERICAN BEAUTY BELOW!!!! WARNING
The first person brought into the room for us was Sam
Mendes, the director of the film. He immediately
walked over to me and started discussing the early
review I wrote for the movie. Turns out Mendes had
read it and was excited to talk with me about it. He
was immediately engaging, and I got the sense that
he's still excited by each new work of his. This
isn't someone who's cranking out "product." Instead,
this is an artist who is excited to have finally
connected with a screenplay, proud of his first film.
We spoke at length about his reputation as a
provocateur. I mean, one of the first questions asked
him by the other reporters was about Nicole Kidman's
nudity in THE BLUE ROOM last year on Broadway. Mendes
doesn't see why anyone is surprised by the occasional
nudity in his work, or why anyone would consider
AMERICAN BEAUTY to be shocking. Instead, he sees the
work from the inside, and he knows that these choices
are right for these characters, for the subjects that
Mendes deals with. He spoke to both Mena Suvari and
Thora Birch before casting them about how he saw the
most explicit moments involving each of them, and they
both agreed with him that these brief moments of
nudity are important, that they're turning points for
both Jane and Angela. When Jane offers herself to
Ricky like that, she changes, and it's genuinely a
change for the better. For her to even consider doing
it signals some sort of can't-turn-back switch in her.
When Angela offers herself to Lester, it's for every
wrong reason there is. She needs him and his lust as
validation, and she's willing to even have sex with
him, as long as she's allowed to feel pretty, as long
as she can be special.
Mendes also spoke about his decision to change the
script's original ending to, I think, spectacular
effect. When I read AMERICAN BEAUTY last year, I
honestly didn't like Lester. I couldn't empathize
with him. I thought the script was good, but not
great, and part of the problem was that ending. Alan
Ball originally had Colonel Fitts use the tape that
the film opens with to frame Ricky and Jane for the
murder of Lester. There's a trial, sentencing is
handed down, and the wrong people are punished. It
changes the whole focus of the story. I think that
you can argue either Jane or Lester as the main
character in the original script. In cutting the
film, though, Mendes said he gradually realized that
the film ends with Lester's memories, his calm
realizations about his death and his life, and he
decided to cut the film both ways. He showed his
version to Dreamworks first, afraid of what they'd
say, and was shocked when they signed off on it
without seeing the other cut. They even told him he
didn't have to test screen the film.
I think it's funny that Mendes did indeed choose to
screen the film once, since he wanted to hear an
audience react to it before calling it finished.
Afterwards, he spoke directly to the audience,
eschewing reaction cards entirely. He took questions,
asked questions, and was pleased when one teenager
forcefully commanded, "Don't let them change a frame,
dude." Mendes enjoyed the process and actually used
it to cut five minutes from the film, tightening a few
sequences. It's amazing what happens when a studio
uses the screening process to support a director
instead of bullying him, isn't it?
After Mendes, we were joined by Kevin Spacey. I've
been a fan of this guy since the early WISE GUY days
of his career, and it was a real charge to finally
meet him. He introduced his way around the table,
ending with me. "Hi, I'm Kevin," he said.
"I'm Moriarty, from Ain't It Cool News."
"Oh, a pseudonym... I see. Who you hiding from?"
I laughed as he got settled in for the interview,
ordering a Coke from a waiting publicist. "You know,"
I said, "I was flipping around late night cable last
week and found ROCKET GIBRALTAR as it was just
starting."
Spacey looked at me sharply, surprised. I assumed he
was surprised because I mentioned GIBRALTAR, one of
his very first films, one that I'm sure is never
brought up to him by reporters.
"I remember seeing the film in the theater, but I
haven't thought of it once since," I continued. "I
didn't remember you from it, but watching it this time
was interesting. You played a stand up comedian.
This was right after you were working as a stand up,
right?"
He nodded, smiling now.
"Your first scene, you're doing your Carson
impression, and it's just like watching you on a talk
show now. You really had it together even then."
"Thanks," he said. "It's strange you'd bring that up.
I happened to be watching a little late-night cable
myself last week, and I also happened to stop on
ROCKET GIBRALTAR just as it was starting."
Based on his laugh, I'm going to guess I must have
looked as surprised as he had earlier. What are the
odds, you know? "What did you think of it?" I asked.
"I couldn't get past my hair. God, the '80s were
cruel." Just like that, him laughing, me laughing, we
found ourselves at ease, relaxed, and we just started
into the interview. He spoke with great affection
about his recent work onstage in THE ICEMAN COMETH, an
experience he ranks as the greatest of his career. In
his mind, ICEMAN and AMERICAN BEAUTY are of a piece,
works related at heart, and his BEAUTY shooting
schedule was bookended by the London and New York
productions of ICEMAN. The cumulative effect of all
that work is a Kevin Spacey who seems to be taking
charge of his career with renewed zeal. He's moving
away from the kinds of roles that have made him
famous, the smooth-talking sociopaths of SE7EN and THE
USUAL SUSPECTS. He's producing now, and Lion's Gate
just picked up a small film that Spacey produced and
starred in called THE BIG KAHUNA.
There's a careful, considered quality about Spacey
when talking with him that is part of his appeal on
film. He doesn't seem to waste any energy. If he
moves, it's to emphasize some point. If he speaks,
it's probably worth paying attention to. Above all
else, there's this keen intelligence behind his eyes,
and you get the feeling he's taking you apart just as
much as you're trying to take him apart. At the same
time, he doesn't seem to have much of an ego about
what he does. To him, it's an experience that is
worth having, and the goal is never accolades. Like
Jack Lemmon, an actor he adores, he is the consummate
pro, always on, always bringing something fresh to
each take. My time talking with him was a genuine
pleasure.
Annette Bening was next through for us, and I found
myself a bit intimidated when she swept in with a
little fluttering, hovering group of publicists around
her. Being married to Warren Beatty, Bening has had
plenty of education in how to run right over the
press, and I was, on some level, concerned that she
would be some sort of diva about the process. Nothing
could be further from the truth, though. As soon as
she was seated, she shooshed all the publicists away
and seemed to really open up. Maybe it was because I
didn't ask her about her personal life, but about how
she brought Carolyn to such sad, brittle life. Bening
seems overful with joy at having been able to play the
character. She spoke of how she was a babysitter as a
girl and how she used to see behind people's closed
doors, especially when they would come home. She'd
see the faces they never wore in front of their
neighbors, and she'd hear the fights, the secrets.
She said she thought back on all of that when she
first read the script, and she drew on it as they
rehearsed the film. Like Spacey, she came to AMERICAN
BEAUTY fresh from a run onstage. For Bening, it was a
critically acclaimed turn in The Geffen Playhouse's
HEDDA GABLER that almost kept her from being in the
film.
I also got her to speak in depth about her
just-wrapped film, WHAT PLANET ARE YOU FROM? This is
the Mike Nichols film starring Garry Shandling that
Shandling also wrote. Shandling is one of Beatty's
best friends -- they've worked together in LOVE AFFAIR
and the upcoming TOWN & COUNTRY -- and it was
potentially strange for Annette to do a film in which
she played so many intimate moments with Shandling.
In the film, he's an alien sent to Earth to breed with
a human woman. He's equipped with a metallic humming
penis and told to try an Alcholics Anonymous meeting
to find women who might be desperate. The script was
evidently workshopped by Shandling over many years,
with Bening reading it aloud many times over the
course of the development. I hope it comes together
on film. She seems to believe it's a special picture,
and that would sure be great. I always want to
believe in Nichols, and Shandling's the main brain
behind my favorite TV show this decade.
Wes Bentley seemed well aware that the minute he
walked into the room where we were, all three of my
fellow interviewers had hormonal reactions that
practically made noise. He's an intense looking kid,
incredibly skinny, with laser blue eyes, and he seemed
as at ease with himself as Ricky is in the film. He
spoke about how fortunate he felt to get the role in
the movie. He's consciously trying to avoid the
typical teensploitation roles, and was starting to
think that any work would be good work when he got the
AMERICAN BEAUTY script sent to him. He read it on a
plane trip and said that when he got off the plane, "I
was actually excited to call my agent for the first
time in my entire life." When he first auditioned, he
ended up reading just before Mena Suvari, and they
rode up in an elevator together. He says that after
auditioning, they both joking said, "See you on set,"
to each other, but he never actually thought they'd
both get the film. He spoke about how much he learned
from playing Ricky, and how Ricky's philosophy about
beauty has started to creep into his own world view.
He comes across as a guy who wants to make the right
choices, who wants to play challenging material, and
who believes in the transformative power of art for
both the performer and the audience. Based on how
hard my fellow interviewers fell for him during our 20
minutes together, he also comes across as a movie star
in training. Keep your eye on him.
Finally, we were treated to the rather intense
experience of both Thora Birch and Mena Suvari
together. Mena is, for all intents and purposes, a
rock star. She carries herself with a combination of
swagger and strut that manages to be sexy, funny, and
even endearing without ever crossing the line to
obnoxious. Thora, on the other hand, sits back and
speaks quietly. At first, she appears to be insecure,
shy, but when you listen to her closely, you realize
that she's just soaking it all in. She's got a sharp
wit and a charming, easy laugh, something that Mena
seemed very able to provoke. Together, they were
quite a show, a marked contrast in energy level to
Wes, who was focused, direct, and mellow.
The other interviewers pushed Thora to discuss her
nude scene. I'm sorry to have to deflate all you
newsgroup conspiracy theorists, but there was no
digital body double for Ms. Birch. She's going
through exactly what so many young women do in their
late adolescence. She's growing into her body,
redefining herself as a sexual being, and the scene
with Jane was important both for the character and for
Thora as an actress. She's got all the same body
issues that so many other 17 year olds do, and doing
the scene was a leap of faith, a big moment. On the
other hand, Mena didn't seem to feel her scene was
anything particularly significant for her as an
actress. She seems to be more on the Heather Graham
end of the scale as far as body image goes, and it was
fascinating to listen to the two of them bounce off
each other.
In the end, the impressions I came away with were of
people who are intensely proud of this project, who
feel they've made something special. It was a great
round of interviews, and if you're still interested in
reading transcripts, send me an e-mail to let me know.
If the idiot henchman who ate the tape ever passes
the thing (I've got Mongo on stool duty), I will do my
best to pass the material along.
I'm going to discuss my impressions of the SATURDAY
NIGHT LIVE 25th anniversary special next week, because
there's a lot there worth discussing, but I want to
make quick note of Universal's brilliant MAN ON THE
MOON spots that ran about halfway through the show.
The footage of Andy doing his famous "Mighty Mouse"
routine was actually included in the special, so it
took some kind of balls for Universal to cut a spot
that is essentially just Andy's SNL "Mighty Mouse"
appearance, complete with a Lorne Michaels appearance.
Jim Carrey is so completely transformed into Kaufman
in the two-part commercial that I had to watch the
spot over and over again, not believing it. Christmas
Day can't come quickly enough.
I also want to wait until next week to discuss some
truly insane new ideas that I consider not only
dangerous to the future of film in this country, but
which I find troubling in other social regards as
well. We're talking about things like a proposed
"Violence tax" on films and TV shows and the
possibility of a Congressional Cultural Committee.
These are dangerous days ahead, and it is time to
propose solutions that can head off what I sense is a
coming witch hunt. Harry and I are working on
something right now that I find genuinely inspiring,
and we'll touch on that to some extent next week as
well. Until then...
"Moriarty" out.
Next week...
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