Monday, October 30, 2006
That's One BOM Reading.
Wow.
I've been enjoying a mental Mormon discussion over here about the new movie featuring Borat.
It's not the cartoons that I find so intriguing. (Rather they seem like knock-off wannabes of this old classic). But the games have a certain flair all their own. I'm particularly fond of DONKEY BOM.
And it is *certainly* the kind of thing I'd like to see more of.
Thus churns the rumor mill:
After all my hot fuss about The Killers' new album, it's almost...uh...humiliating (?) that I'm doing a 180. Turns out I now recognize and think this new album is huge. It *does* have that certain je ne sais quoi that I so thought it didn't. Strangely, I think it largely has to do with his struggles as a Mormon, to come to terms with what is right and what he wants as a rock star, and how this is communicated through his music. I just read an interview that told so much about his character, which I thought was very, *very* interesting.
I have a lot of sympathy for him, despite his difficulties:
'With any religion there are do's and don'ts,' says Flowers. 'A lot of people think polygamy is involved and it's not. [Or that] you can't drink Coke - that we think we're gonna go to hell if we drink Pepsi. You're not supposed to drink alcohol.'Anyway, about that 180—I can't place my finger on it entirely, but I could tie it to another trend that I keep meaning to blog on: a return to what we've lost, as expressed through the Western. (That's simplistic; maybe someday I'll get around to explaining what I mean.)
But you do.
Flowers grins. 'I try not to.'
A very, very special thanks to Tiny Pineapple for delivering this trailer in such a timely fashion! And the winner is...
Ricky Gervais? AWESOME!
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Uh...compare, if you will...
I think it's despicable...I think it's absolutely outrageous. That anyone would even attempt to profit on such a horrible scenario makes me sick.
I've been trying for a while to figure out what "Piccadilly" refers to in the forthcoming
Mormon-made Piccadilly Cowboy. From the start I suspected the title had to do with the crossroads of an American in England, which was correct—after a little hunting-gathering tonight I found the answer here and here.
From the start, I had a sense this particular move was a smart move for a Mormon filmmaker. Actually, there are two things going on I think are smart. First of all, this one doesn't breathe down the throat like so many Mormon-themed films. It doesn't appear to even be advertized as a Mormon-themed film, somewhat like Saints and Soldiers. In fact, the official website makes no mention (that I can find) of anything Mormon related about the film. Of course, it's Mormon-ness has been written about. But, as reviewed:
I also very much appreciated not having my own religion crammed down my throat for two hours.Second, I'm so glad to see films made outside of the whole Utah context. I keep waiting for the film made by Mormons who are not United States natives. Like the French or Norwegian Mormon filmmaker. (I want my Mormon Jean de Florette.) In any case, this thing feels like a close runner up to that idea. It gives it another dimension.
This "light-hearted romance" tells the story of an LDS cowboy from Montana who goes to work in London and decides to marry an English girl. But he's told by the girl's grandfather that he must first find a husband for the girl's older sister. Adventures ensue. If that sounds a little like the story of Rachel and Leah in the Bible, "that was my inspiration," said [Director Tyler] Ford. "I've always been intrigued with that story."Lead actor Jaelan Petrie (pictured above and below), who plays the cowboy character Carson Wells, may have his
first well-received role, though he's had roles in other annoying Mormon-themed films, including Handcart, which was notoriously panned by critics in the rush to make Mormon-themed films after Richard Dutcher's breakout with God's Army.I've listened to the whole album now, and I have to admit, I'm disappointed. I can't quite place my finger on it, but it doesn't have that same je ne sais quoi (probably why I can't place my
finger on it) found in their previous work. They went from cool new indie rock to Led Zep wannabees. (Some have also compared this "sophomore" album to Bruce Springsteen.)
They had something honest to their music that seems lost on this album. This one just feels like it was over produced. Or maybe it's their true colors shining through? It's too esoteric, lacking in substance and form. Believe it or not, before now, I was thinking maybe, just maybe, these guys were the next huge thing. Now I'm left wondering a little.
I think they might bounce back. And there is one song that saves the album: the bouncy "Uncle Jonny." It's a bit raw, but it condescends. And for those of you who just can't see eye to eye, there is certainly a different point of view abroad. But one song is just not enough.
To sum it up, it's a Rolling Stone cry:
Why, Killers? Why?Update 10/9: Okay, I have to admit it, I'm changing my tune. The album is growing on me. That and I talked with a friend who went to their LA concert last night. It sounded pretty racuously stellar.