Sound City

by Thom Yee

Sound City

Sound City images courtesy of Variance Films, Roswell Films, and Gravitas Ventures

Nostalgia is a hell of a thing.  It circles our minds, advises us on the seemingly wisest course of action, and occupies our thoughts as we pretend to transcend into the future.  It even drives large parts of our economy.

Nostalgia is all around us, everywhere.  We can deny its presence as we produce our important works in a vain attempt to do something new, but it’s always there for one simple reason:  we all want a do-over.  It’s the reason why we ask ourselves what we would do if we could go back — to a simpler time, to a happier time, to a more hopeful time where anything was possible.  And for a lot of us, the main thing we would do if we could go back is our damndest to stay there and not have to move forward.

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Fight Club

By Grace Crawford

Images courtesy of Regency Enterprises and 20th Century Fox.

First off, if you haven’t seen the movie but intend to, I recommend you don’t read this until you’ve seen it or you’ll ruin it for yourself. So go watch it, right now.

Have you seen it now? Good.

I’m not exactly what you’d call an appreciator of grown-up films. Mostly that’s because hardly anybody uses the word “appreciator,” but it’s also because anybody who knows me is well aware that my appreciation of film only extends as far as musicals, animated films, and adaptations of my favorite books.

So when I say that I was extremely appreciative of Fight Club, I want you to understand exactly what I mean.

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Jack Reacher

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by Thom Yee

Jack Reacher images courtesy of Paramount Pictures

Jack Reacher images courtesy of Paramount Pictures

“Jack Reacher!?” I hear you cry out from across the room, the implication burning more brightly, clearly, and obviously than a thousand exploding suns.  “But… Tom Cruise… he’s f*cked up…!”

In my mind, and to the extent that I care, Tom Cruise is a perfect movie star.  He’s iconic, he’s been in movies I liked (Mission:  Impossibles 1 and 3, War of the Worlds), he’s been in movies that I will never see (The Firm, Valkyrie, Rock of Ages), and, like it or not, he dominates the scenes that he’s in without necessarily chewing up the scenery.  I believe that he’s the characters that he’s playing when he’s playing them, whether he’s playing to type (Jerry Maguire) or against (Collateral).  I couldn’t care less about anything going on around him when he’s not on screen, Scientology or not, couch hopping or not, having a weird effect on his latest beard wife or not.  I’m here to watch movies.  He could be murdering babies in the street and the rational side of my brain would be admitting how overpopulation is a serious issue as I sit in the theatre waiting for Oblivion to start (though that might have more to do with my belief that most aren’t capable of raising proper children).

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Wreck-It Ralph

By Grace Crawford

Images courtesy of Walt Disney Pictures and Walt Disney Studios (and Pixar Studios, because that’s what you’ll always be to me).

I’ve liked video games since I first played Duck Hunt on my grandparents’ Nintendo, but I don’t consider myself a gamer. Once in a very long while, I might play the odd Halo match with my sister and get pelted with grenades. When I can find batteries for the controller, I might jam out a few riffs in Guitar Hero. Sometimes I play a little Mario Kart on Sunday nights when my brother and sister-in-law come over for dinner, and I get absolutely schooled. I played Sims 2 pretty frequently until I lost the disc and never bothered to replace it. And yeah, I was basically addicted to World of Warcraft my entire first year of university, and my grades may have tanked as a result of traipsing around Azeroth with my level 85 human warrior, but I was a dirty, filthy keyboard turner, so it doesn’t count.

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The Raid

by Thom Yee

The Raid poster

The Raid images courtesy of Sony Pictures Classics

Throughout most of 2012, I kept hearing about this great Indonesian action movie.  It won the Midnight Madness Award at its debut at the Toronto International Film Festival in 2011 and proceeded to earn further accolades at the James Dublin International Film Festival in Ireland and the Imagine Film Festival in Amsterdam.  Most of the early reviews referred to it as The Raid (which is what I’ll be calling it), though it’s known as The Deadly Raid in its homeland and was released locally as The Raid:  Redemption.

For various reasons, mostly having to do with becoming unhinged in the land of wind and ghosts, back taxes, lost passports, and Malaysian judicial canings, it took me a long time to catch up to it, but I finally watched The Raid a few days ago.

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Sherlock (Series 1 & 2)

By Grace Crawford

Images courtesy of BBC

I’ve loved Sherlock Holmes since I was a kid. I read all the books, watched that CSI episode about the guy who killed himself and created a murder mystery around it, and I even own a t-shirt with Sherlock and the two Watsons on it. I don’t profess to be an expert, especially as it’s been a long time and I’ve forgotten quite a few of the details, but I love reading murder mysteries, and that’s because of Holmes.

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A Good Day to Die Hard

by Thom Yee

A Good Day to Die Hard poster

A Good Day to Die Hard images courtesy of 20th Century Fox

The first thing I asked when somebody told me there was a fifth Die Hard movie coming out was, “Is it set at Christmas?”  It’s not a necessary element.  It’s not central to the plot, nor is it something you contemplate in the overall context of the films.  But it’s important.  To me, the first Die Hard, the one, true Die Hard, is fundamentally three things:

1) a superlative action movie;

2) an all-around perfect movie; and

3) a quintessential Christmas movie.

It’s an atmospheric element that lends so much to the feel of the original that it’s inextricably, inexorably, and never-endlingly linked to what the Die Hard experience is.

A Good Day to Die Hard is not set at Christmas.

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A Series of Unfortunate Events

By Grace Crawford

Images courtesy of HarperCollins, Nickelodeon Movies, Scott Rudin Productions, Paramount Pictures, and DreamWorks Pictures

I would say I have a problem, but it’s only a problem if it’s negatively impacting my life. And since my life is currently awesome, there must not be a problem. Ergo, spending my free time re-reading A Series of Unfortunate Events instead of doing my homework isn’t a problem.

It all started when my teachers for my prose-publishing class assigned us an essay on an author who influenced our own writing. I hemmed and hawed—a phrase which here means “deliberated for about five minutes before forgetting, allowed several days go by, and finally came back to it because I was bored in class and wanted to do literally anything else”—and swung back and forth between Rowling, Lewis, and Carroll. None of them felt quite right, though, and it was then that I hit upon the obvious answer: Lemony Snicket, idiot.

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