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An Encumbrance of Cumberbatch

I just went out to see “Penguins of Madagascar” recently. It’s a movie. It may be based around a television show? A television show based on another movie. The former had the same title, and the latter’s is just missing the first two words. I don’t know. The show might actually be largely irrelevant in all of this.

But all of this is largely irrelevant.

Listen. Maybe I write about truth. That truth doesn’t necessarily have to pertain to anything particular.

Anyway, I was walking around shortly before I went off to the cinema, and I was listening to a podcast in which the hosts’ discussion happened to come around to Benedict Cumberbatch. The man has a central role in this film, though that was never mentioned in the podcast. The crux of the Cumberbatch talk was the revelation of his inability to say the word “penguins” in any sort of traditional manner after he narrated a documentary about the apparently flightless birds.

The protean peculiarities in his pronunciation bore themselves out in the animated feature I saw too. Furthermore, I noticed that the teammates of his character were voiced in ways that made them say “penguins” in even stranger ways. A deliberate attempt at disguise? I don’t know. Incidentally, there are multiple instances in which the diction of the Cumberbatch character is called into question by one of the penguins, but it’s never about that specific word. Or related ones. But the penguin that engages in these quibbles is a bit of a Shatner analogue. Such arguments fit in with that persona already. On that note, there’s a bit in the climax that feels like a rendition of that sacrifice scene from “Wrath of Khan”. Or the spiritual remake with Cumberbatch. In favour of the former, the Shatner analogue is the one on the outside. But it follows the latter in resolving the ensuing sickness by the end of the film instead of making an entirely separate movie about the resurrection of the martyr. That sickness also involved the growth of a new hand that came with a glove that perfectly matched the animal's distinctive tuxedo colouring.

So . . . Connections. They abound.

Oh. And that also seemed to be the day on which the confirmation of Benedict’s starring role in the Doctor Strange movie was made. I noticed that when I saw a picture of him on the IMDb page for “Penguins of Madagascar”. That picture made me comprehend the propriety of the choice more thoroughly. That’s helped further by the fact that he’s someone who transcends character acting by being an actor who also happens to be a great character. Like that thing with the penguin pronunciation! That sort of transcendence seems to follow in the tradition of Vincent Price, and there generally seems to be a fair amount of Vincent Price in the mien of Doctor Strange. If they’re not going straight to Johnny Depp for the role, Benedict makes an equal kind of sense.

 

Bonus Question!

Best flightless bird?

The Big one.



News of Performance and Percussion

Happy to announce the induction of Hot Apollo's newest drummer, Samuel Rossetto! It's a pretty great drummer name.

At this point, it seems as though his first show with us will take place on the 31st of January at The Paddock. That's at 178 Bathurst, people! By Queen!

 

 

Bonus Question!

"Animal Farm" versus Animal Collective?

The musicians team up with Snowball and the gang to end Napoleon's reign. The band marks the ensuing celebration with a new psychedelic arrangement of Old Major's "Beasts of England".

Another Podcast. Equally Hot. Poutine Might Be Hot Too.

Between writing that last entry about the podcast at the beginning of the weekend and posting it at the end, I ran into some friends who happened to bring up the subject. I’d mentioned the idea to them in the past, and one had become increasingly interested in getting involved. Hence, we decided to record some short clips while we had time. Something more substantial could come from this. It remains to be seen!

And yes. It was recorded at a restaurant.

It wasn't a poutine restaurant, though. It was a sushi place.

Incidentally, the Podcast tab now exists. It also links to a place where you can download this stuff at your leisure. And that place is at http://jaymesbuckman.podbean.com. Cheers!

 

Bonus Question!

Best fry topping? Coconut shavings.

The Hot Apodcast!

Continuing on the subject of imminent Marvel video releases, the “Guardians of the Galaxy” disc is coming out soon. I mention this because it reminded me of something I did and forgot a few months ago.

For a while, I’ve been intermittently flirting with the idea of recording a casual kind of podcast. The Hot Apodcast! The name’s almost enough for motivation alone. But I was alone! I couldn’t think of anyone with the time and inclination to co-host.

Over the summer, I resumed relations with an old friend I hadn’t seen in a bit of a while, which reminded me that there was in fact a person in my life who possessed even more free time than I did. If that’s possible?

Anyway, we decided to give it a shot because we have long, rambling talks anyway, and we chose to use the topic of movies for a starting point because that tends to be a recurrent element in our discussions.

After he stepped in to provide a bit of percussion for me at an acoustic show I was doing downtown, we realised that we had time to race up to his neighbourhood and catch a late screening of “Guardians of the Galaxy”.
The discussion that followed launched our podcast, which I’m now remembering to upload. Here it is!

Bonus Question!

Star-Lord versus Sun King?

Obviously, Louis XIV had panache, but I think that Peter Quill has the weaponry to walk away with most of the wins here.

JFK: The F Stands for "Future"

On the whole, I think that “Days of Future Past” was my favourite superhero movie of the summer. The year? It’s hard to say. The whole X-Men thing was always my favourite comic book property. It was really what originally drew me in. I can admit to a bit of bias here. If I had to take that out of it, I might give it to “Guardians”. I did like the fact that the “X-Men” film series finally got a prominently comedic character. Iceman and Nightcrawler were always creditable jesters in the comics, but that seemed to be downplayed with their cinematic counterparts. At least Quicksilver got a bit of that charm here.

Anyway, all of this basically just comes to mind because of this whole viral marketing thing that’s going on to promote the home release of the film. Specifically, I noticed that a lot of it is focused on the idea of a mutant Kennedy family, which is a decent conceit as fictive Kennedy conspiracies go. However, I did like the bit of romantic ambiguity in the phrase Magneto used to bring up the whole idea in the movie: “He was one of us”. Obviously, that’s intended to imply that Erik believes the guy to be a mutant, but it works on other levels even without that. Because the real Kennedy was a man like Erik and Charles too.

 

A dreamer.

A proponent of unity.

That kind of dude.

 

 

 

 

Bonus Question!

Jackie O versus Karen O?

Draw. Then they team up to record an amazing cover of "Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat".

 

 

The Hour After Autumn

In the hour after autumn,

There’s an old, unsteady glow.

It enshrouds the fallen season

Till the winds of winter blow.

 

There’s a moment in the gloaming

As the sighs of summer cease

When the weather wends its roaming

Through a slight and sombre peace.

 

Though the cracks are surely showing

In the frailty of the heat

As the calls of cold are growing,

There’s no haste in its retreat.

 

Till hibernal chills awaken

And the flights of frost arrive,

Ancient ardour shan’t be shaken.

Still the strains of sun survive.

At Least Put Your Hair Back On

My eye was recently caught by some random Facebook link to a ranking of the scariest and most disturbing music videos. The reason for this catching was the fact that the link’s image was a picture of the first thing that would have come to my mind at the mention of the subject: that skinless Robbie Williams from the “Rock DJ” video.

MuchMusic was a favourite channel choice for my brother in the era of that song, and thus I was exposed to its programming with a bit of frequency. An air of revulsion quickly developed whenever Williams' dancing wight came on the screen. Any opinions I might have formed on the actual tune were aborted by the acute unease the scenes incited deep within me.

But the sight of the track atop this random list pushed me to flip the song on for a moment in the absence of its gratuitous visual accompaniment. Coming at it clear from this remove, I derived legitimate pleasure from it. It’s now on my phone. I shan’t make plans to return to the video.



Bonus Question!

Honourable mention?

That "Where's Your Head At" video crept into my mind a little while after I first saw it and delayed sleep by a decent chunk of an hour.





Seasonal Spirits

For various reasons, this is the first Thanksgiving of which I’ve partaken in several years, and I think that I’ve finally found an aspect of the festival that’s uniquely appealing to me.

Generally, I enjoy the thematic spirit that pervades the wider world whenever the horizon allows a glimpse of an upcoming holiday.

"November's here? Frost those windows!"

However, the fact that Thanksgiving, which is already limited to a handful of places around the world, varies its timing so wildly between those locations means that the heady inundations of ostentatious cheer that surround the arrival of more broadly observed events are relatively scarce for this one. This seems to give it a rare sense of intimacy in a way. In the absence of constant reminders for this revelry, it feels more like something that’s celebrated on private, personal terms. I’m not supposing that this affords any inherent superiority, but the tonal difference it gives is somewhat refreshing. 

The comparative lack of promotion for Thanksgiving also carries the benefit of making Halloween the dominant focus of the entire season, which means that the durational difference between the world’s observance of that celebration and mine is only around 10 months.

 

Mounds Upon Shrouds of Seasonal Sounds

Moundshroud's summer home. Possibly.

 

I saw “The Box Trolls”. It had its charm.

But then I still had a bit of a mood for more cinematic animation. I also had a large amount of remaining popcorn. Consequently, I arrived at home with the decision to mark the incipient season with my annual viewing of “The Halloween Tree”, which was obviously amazing, for that’s how it is, and I supplemented its timely ambience with a light romp through a haunted castle in “World of Warcraft”.

Now, I’m not really one to cast aspersions on any who might accuse me of celebrating the month’s ultimate holiday in undue haste, but I could say that such claims lack accuracy. It’s not a celebration I ever really stop.

The Sole Remaining Movie That Looked Suitable for Me at All

I did see “The F Word” in the end. Solid film. Glad for it. Second film in the fortnight with Adam Driver. That’s two out of two for Mr Driver. For all I know, it was his second film of the year. I suppose that I don’t really follow his work, but I like him when I see him. That mainly tends to be in “Girls”. Anyway. I think that he’d be my choice if I had to cast someone to play my old bassist.

There was this one scene in which each of the two central characters independently went to a cinema’s showing of “The Princess Bride” alone, and a discussion on the validity of such a decision ensued.

As I wrote previously, this was a decision I made a few months ago, and it was one that took me to the very theatre in which I watched these two characters have this discussion. Synchronicity!


 

 

The Midnight Moonlight of Paris Is Also Magical

I took the chance to see “Magic in the Moonlight” a few days ago. Since I was dragged along to see “Midnight in Paris” when it came out, I’ve been more attentive of Woody Allen’s modern comedic work. Man, that movie rocked tails. Now, I’ll generally give whatever his latest thing is a try, and it never works out particularly badly. He’s just one of those dudes. Even if something’s not dwelling among the top echelons of his oeuvre, it’s still a work of some worth. In this specific case, that worth might not even have been necessary. In absolute fairness, I could probably watch Colin Firth and Emma Stone play off each other in scenes of abject mediocrity. I’d want Hamish Linklater to be there too, though. That’d be a potential caveat. I love that little guy. Care for a quick primer on my vague history with “The New Adventures of Old Christine”? Come because of insomnia. Watch for Wanda Sykes. Stay for Hamish Linklater. That’s how it went, and now I know his name.


Of Vice and Menhirs

I recently saw “A Dame to Kill For”. I suspected that I’d get to it eventually, but despite my vague memories of enjoying my sole experience with the first “Sin City” in 2012, I wasn’t in any great rush to go until I reached a point where there was really nothing else in theatres to attract me. I mean . . . I suppose that “The F Word” looks alright. I might see “Magic in the Moonlight” at some point, but there appears to be a dearth of suitable show times, and I’m not in a bending mood.

Anyway, when I realised that “Dame” was the clear choice for the week, I did get somewhat more excited. The closer look at the cast helped. For one thing, I had no idea about the inclusion of Jeremy Piven. I love that guy in things! I never see him in things! He was great in this thing. And Bruce Willis came back? I hadn’t been paying enough attention to be fully aware of that, but he returns as the ghost of Dirty Harry. Christopher Lloyd and Lady Gaga were in it for several seconds, though the latter’s placement was slightly unusual in the fact that her character was probably the least flamboyant in the movie by a wide margin. It may have been a bit of a while since I’ve seen Joseph Gordon-Levitt in much, but he knocked his part out with the aplomb of one who has brought his own wardrobe to the role. Mickey Rourke’s Marv is wonderfully exultant as the David Lee Roth of violence.

I’m not customarily captivated by the whole thing of brutal machismo, but the deftness of execution on display here is transcendent. The substance of a film like this generally wouldn’t appeal to me in any significant way, and it wouldn’t help much to replace that with empty style. But here the substance is simply slathered with style, and that really does the trick. One notably attractive element is the use of lighting instead of colour. That’s downright masterful. Rodriguez and Miller, man. That’s a real, mean team.

The latter’s taste in silhouettes is clearly maintained. The otherwise diverse female cast share similarly sinuous frames, and the men are generally built like boulders, shrouded in trench coats, or blessed to be both. Even the role of the gawkish badge man is performed with the gravitas of something that tumbled out of a quarry into a cheap suit.

Maybe I was just in a particularly receptive mood, but this might have been my most thoroughly pleasurable experience with a Frank Miller work to date. It’s not my usual kind of tune, but it sang brilliantly.



Burtons in the Belfry

This happened to catch my attention for a moment as my gaze drifted across the sky a few nights ago. It seemed like a nice promotional shot, but I didn’t immediately know what it was for. Then I realised that it was Penguin from the new “Gotham” show.

There’s a sense of skewed symmetry in the fact that the character whose last prominent appearance in live media was brought about by Tim Burton now looks like the very image of a stereotypical Burton protagonist.

The Ape Also Rises

I just saw the new “Apes” movie. There was no James Franco, but there was a guy who looked like James Gordon and talked like James Stewart, which is something.

This is another franchise that never really grabbed me hard at any point, but I suppose that I must have been carried forward by the momentum from the last film. I have no firm reasons for it, but “Rise” was quite captivating in its own way, and it did something to draw me forward in its new series. Honestly, I think that a supplementary motivation for seeing “Rise” in the first place was the thought that it might have some relation to the Tim Burton one and its abortive sequel hook. That film didn’t do much for me, but the arrival of “Rise” and its fresh interpretation stirred up a hint of curiosity about the nature of the new direction, and the idea of a tenuous tie to the last relaunch came quite easily to my mind. It didn’t come in the actual film, though, which turned out to be fine, for the thing was solidly made, and I seem to recall admiring the character work.

 

Obviously, I would have been delighted by a few stylish suits on some simians, but these particular primates chose war paint instead, and I can’t say that that’s not valid. It probably lends itself better to equestrian action at any rate. I will admit that apes on horseback look far more impressive when they’re not positioned directly beside a robot at the reins of a mechanical dinosaur.


 

The Softest Curse

Her fingers dance in wicked tunes.
Her wrists release infernal runes.
Her softest curse inflames the air
And spreads the scent of soul despair.
By her whim is ruin wrought .
Destruction seeps from idle thought.
Her hex withholds no hint of pain
But sends in force her fullest bane.
Strife escapes beyond her smile
As ire aches in every wile.
Disaster springs behind her tread
And leaves a wake of comely dread.
By shattered oath and shallow vow,
She lets no doubt distort her brow.
No crease or furrow marks her face.
No mercy cracks the mien of grace.

 

April O'Steel

In last week’s post, I mentioned that Megan Fox’s April O’Neil bore a closer physical resemblance to Lois Lane than she did to any previous incarnation of the “Turtles” character. I’ve since come to see that Lois’s current portrayer, Amy Adams, actually looks far more like April in “Man of Steel”.

If you mixed them together, I think that the result might look slightly like Kate Bush.

I’ve talked about her in the past. We talked about “Babooshka”. Remember? It was a while ago.

 

http://tempestrock.squarespace.com/stuff/2013/3/31/jaymes-questions-the-coldness-of-the-gun.html

 

Apparently, I don't really know how to add direct links here.

Anyway, now we’re talking about it again. Rupert Holmes’s “Escape”, that primordial paean of pina coladas and pluvial perambulation, was featured in the exquisitely scored “Guardians of the Galaxy”, which I have now seen twice. Listening to it again made me realise that it’s essentially a retelling of “Babooshka” from the husband’s perspective. Obviously, the lighter tone can be ascribed to the fact that the dude’s all excited about the prospect of sex after that whole marital drought thing that set the events of the two songs in motion.


 

Happy Turtles

In some ways, I think that the new “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” film makes a strong case for being my favourite entry in the franchise. I’ve never really had a huge passion for the brand, but I definitely recall a fondness that manifested intermittently throughout various stages of childhood. There were just aspects of the concept that never quite got to me in the right way. A lot of it’s aesthetic. The turtles often looked too squat for my tastes, and the lack of much meaningful distinction between the members of the chelonian quartet prevented an increase in my interest. I always had a bit of a special regard for Shredder, and his visual appeal was probably the most significant factor in that. I actually remember being quite delighted when the new look of one of my favourite “Mortal Kombat” characters appeared to take heavy cues from the head of the Foot Clan.


Now there was a franchise that incited my passions from the start.

 

Despite their increased size in this film, they actually look relatively lithe, and the addition of distinguishing wardrobe features plays quite well. The personalities of the turtles were always the most intriguing part of the various series for me, and those are definitely given room in the movie, but for the first time, the four actually seem visually interesting to me.

If anything seemed slightly weird at first glance, it would be the choice of Megan Fox for the role of the young reporter, but she seemed willing to honour the part. Whenever I’ve seen her in anything, she’s seemed to be called upon to play some variation of an archetypical Megan Fox character, but I never had any real reason to believe that she was incapable of doing anything else. This seemed to be a bit of a departure from that at last. She didn’t really bring the Fox. In fairness, she bore a closer physical resemblance to some pinup version of Lois Lane than she did to any incarnation of April O’Neil I’ve ever seen, but the yellow coat helped enough.

Altogether, the movie seemed quite concise in comparison to much of Michael Bay’s oeuvre, which made some sense at the end when I discovered that he didn’t actually direct it. Apparently, he was the producer, a position which seemed to consist largely of preventing things that would draw ire from people who love the Turtles.

Incidentally, I went to this music festival a few years ago, and The Turtles played there. In fact, seeing “Happy Together” in concert was one of my main reasons for going. That part was fine, but the attempt at standup comedy by the two frontmen came close to detracting from that. They were introduced with a forced reference to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which explained that the first three words of that phrase did not apply to this band. It wasn’t a terribly good joke.

I bring this up mainly because Michelangelo started playing “Happy Together” at the end of this film, which seemed like a far more elegant way to extract some bit of humour from the tenuous connection between the two groups. Maybe it just seems better in comparison. I don’t know. It’s still a great song.


 

John Carter of New Orleans

I recently finished reading “The Sky People”, which is basically a reconstruction of the old planetary romance genre that was typified by Robert Howard’s John Carter stories. The main character definitely fits into the mould of Howard’s hero, who was played by Taylor Kitsch in the recent movie. I liked that movie. But I have a better reason for mentioning this. Slightly better. Marc, the central character of this novel, has a habit of slipping frequently into a Cajun accent, which was a salient quality of Gambit, another character Kitsch portrayed. Despite the fact that Marc’s haircut was specifically described in a manner that didn’t match up with anything I’ve ever seen upon the head of the actor, I consistently imagined the novel’s protagonist to be a conflation of Taylor Kitsch in “John Carter of Mars” and Taylor Kitsch in “X-Men Origins” throughout my time with the book. It definitely didn’t detract from my experience.


The Scorpion God

I went to see “Hercules”. In honesty, a significant factor in this decision was my desire to see some manner of worthy successor to “The Scorpion King”. You know what I mean. One that features the apparently inimitable Dwayne Johnson. Among other things.

It wasn’t quite that. For one thing, it did that whole thing of deliberately throwing in ambiguity about the more obviously fantastical elements of Hercules’s legend. It wasn’t offensively heavy about that, though. Altogether, I think that the film felt more like a Conan story than anything else.

On the other hand, the dude just said that he was split between playing Shazam and Black Adam. That’s basically a choice between Greek and Egyptian flavours of divinely wrought mojo, and now he has experience with both. I’d probably put my favour behind the latter. The whole bit of the ancient foreign conqueror seems to work better with the dude’s complexion and general demeanour than the concept of a suburban kid with god powers. I think that Billy Batson would be closer to the Disney version of Hercules. I should say that that might be my favourite adaptation of the tale, though. At least in cinema. The show was pretty good in its own right too.

In either scenario, a solid dose of mythic Dwayne Johnson action seems to be imminent. That’s generally conducive to a good time.



The Sound of Flight

Beyond a fine facade of cloud,

Her spirit struts across the air.

In welkin's eviternal shroud,

She wears her hopes upon her hair

Like jewels that sultry visions bring

Of foreign skies where wishes wing.


A chain of prayers adorns a chest

That fortune's fickle rays have scarred.

It shimmers through with futures blessed

By shifty strands of vague regard.

Below it rests a painted clasp

Of hues that wait before her grasp.


A brace of metal hugs her wrist.

It bears a gem upon its face

That twinkles with each moment's twist

To gird for time's mechanic pace.

The formless tricks of fate's reveal

Reflect within its fluid steel.


No sooth assaults her free delight.

It's lost amid the sound of flight.

Copyright © 2011, Jaymes Buckman and David Aaron Cohen. All rights reserved. In a good way.