Mixed Media

Fantasy Rape or Erotic Dream?

| Thu Mar. 8, 2007 12:54 PM PST

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Dolce & Gabbana pulled an ad today after women's groups in Italy and Spain alleged that the ad depicts a "fantasy rape" and thereby promotes violence against women. Dolce & Gabbana counter that the ad was meant to portray an "erotic dream" (presumably among consenting, of-age dream avatars). What do you think?

I say neither. Looks like your standard, creepy pseudo sensual D&G spread to me--too unemotional to be either violent or particularly erotic. Lesson: never make love to a model.

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NPR Does Indie Rock--but Not That Way!

| Wed Mar. 7, 2007 5:57 PM PST

Usually, when National Public Radio attempts to cover indie rock, I writhe in pain and vicarious shame (Stick to the grammar games, Liane Hansen. Please!). However, tomorrow's "All Songs Considered" will happily unite two of my great loves: weekday NPR and Connor Oberst from Bright Eyes. According to Pitchfork, Oberst is hosting tomorrow's show, which means he'll be spinning tracks from Bright Eyes' upcoming album, Cassadaga, which is due out April 10, as well as some of his favorite classics.

Updatde: If you miss the radio appearance, Cassadaga is now streaming on Saddle Creek's site.

"Purple Hearts" Photographs of Wounded Soldiers

| Wed Mar. 7, 2007 3:54 PM PST

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In March 2004—a year after the war in Iraq began—Mother Jones published a photo essay of wounded soldiers by Nina Berman. Unfortunately, Ms. Berman has been busy since then and has compiled an entire exhibit called "Purple Hearts." That exhibit is now on display at Columbia University in Manhattan (funded in part by George Soros' Open Society Institute). Ms. Berman will be participating in a panel discussion tonight. If you're in Manhattan, go. If you're not, check out the photographs we ran—they're seriously powerful stuff.

Brangelina to Adopt Again...and Again

| Wed Mar. 7, 2007 1:59 PM PST

jolie_pitt.jpg Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt plan to adopt another child—this time a boy from Vietnam. Normally, Vietnamese adoptions take 4 months or more, but, for Brangelina, officials think they can power through the application process in less than 3 months. Jolie and Pitt already have three children. Be careful—they've expressed interest in adopting your unborn child, too.

More Music Recommendations (For People Who Still Buy CDs)

| Mon Mar. 5, 2007 6:09 PM PST

Hey, my last roundup of albums-to-watch-out-for turned out pretty well, didn't it. Everybody's got Arcade Fire Fever! Although now that I've heard the Ken Andrews CD in its entirety I may have to rescind that recommendation (sorry Ken--too syrupy). But let's not look back in anger. Let's look forward… in anticipation, at some more CDs coming out soon-ish, along with a brief description, similar artists, and pertinent links. Let that raga drop:

Tuesday 3/6/07:

mojo-cover-%21%21%21.jpg!!! - Myth Takes (Warp)
NY dance-punkers get funkier and more focused
For fans of: The Rapture, Can, dancing in basements
Stream three tracks at their MySpace page here

mojo-cover-rj.jpgRJD2 - The Third Hand (Definitive Jux)
Ohio hip-hop producer morphs into multi-instrumentalist singer-songwriter
For fans of: Moby, Brian Wilson, chilling on rooftops
Again, stream three tracks at his MySpace page


Tuesday 3/20/07:

mojo-cover-dilla.gifJ Dilla - Ruff Draft (Stones Throw)
Re-release of hard-to-find first solo effort from late hip-hop innovator
For fans of: DJ Shadow, Marvin Gaye, having your life changed
Everybody's got a MySpace page!


Tuesday 3/27/07:

mojo-photo-timba.jpgTimbaland - Shock Value (Interscope)
Studio genius takes center stage with high-profile guests
For fans of: Missy Elliott, Nelly Furtado, bringing sexy back
Stream the first single, "Give It To Me," here


Tuesday 4/10/07:

mojo-photo-blonde.jpgBlonde Redhead - 23 (4AD)
NY art-rock trio gets shoegazey (again)
For fans of: My Bloody Valentine, Serge Gainsbourg, the pot
Grab an mp3 of the first single, "23," here


Tuesday 4/24/07:

mojo-photo-arctic.jpgArctic Monkeys - Favourite Worst Nightmare (Domino)
Hyped (and hyper) Brit foursome gets serious on sophomore album
For fans of: Franz Ferdinand, The Jam, dancing to electropop like a robot from 1984
Here's a blog where somebody posted an mp3 (recorded from the radio) of a new song, "Brianstorm" (sic)

Hollywood's Lost Its Shine

| Mon Mar. 5, 2007 10:14 AM PST

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Okay, it's official now. The Los Angeles Times has announced that movies have lost their magic. A recent Zogby survey confirms what has been evident for a long time, that people are going to see fewer movies and plan to see even fewer movies in the future, because tickets cost too much and there are better alternatives. The LA Times says that, surprise, Hollywood no longer captures the nerve center of American Life and that movies don't elicit "firestorms" as they once did, because they've got a lot more competition. Online opportunities to date, role-play, network, gossip, blog, and post and watch video and audio make it increasingly unnecessary to spend money on a movie theater ticket, whether you get stadium seating or not.

Blogger Bill Damon suggests that movie theaters try offering better food, reserved seating, and returning 3-D films to the big screen. Blog site "the kid's alright" suggests that when a newcomer like Jennifer Hudson wins an Oscar, maybe it's a sign that people are hungry for new inspiration in film. With this, I agree.

Is it crazy to think Hollywood can simplify and make cheaper films with smaller crews and smaller casts, and stop paying top stars millions of dollars per picture? The fact that actors like Brad Pitt agree to do Babel for lower fare is one small piece of evidence that even the biggest stars can be lured into meaningful projects. There's no good reason why a film like Mission Impossible III needs to cost $150 million to produce, is there? $150 million will operate Kansas City Southern's entire international railroad company this year and the President's budget proposes that we spend $150 million on biomass research in hte coming year.

Filmmakers aren't totally asleep at the wheel, though. Unique and original stories (Babel, Little Miss Sunshine, Brokeback Mountain, Crash, The Constant Gardener, Hustle and Flow, The Squid and the Whale) that challenge audiences have the capacity to ignite some new firestorms.A nd when I say firestorms, I don't mean gore-fest storms of hellfire. I have no quantitative data to back my theory, but I swear there are more horror flicks being produced post-9/11 than before. Every time I go to the theater or rent a DVD there is always at least one preview for another screamer about saws, tourists, a dreaded video tape or my new favorite – a ventriloquist. Why are filmmakers obsessed with fear, panic, death, pain, suffering and torture? Let's move on to greener, better-scripted, more efficiently-funded motion picture pastures and get excited about the movies again.

–Gary Moskowitz



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In the Red: Bono's AIDS Ad Campaign Tanks

| Mon Mar. 5, 2007 9:26 AM PST
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Bad news for Red, the Bono-inspired, star-studded ad campaign to sell Gap t-shirts, and—oh, yes—raise some money for the Global Fund to Fight AIDS, Tuberculosis and Malaria. Despite all the hype, its total contribution to the Fund so far has been a paltry $18 million. A Global Fund spokesman explains to Ad Age that this was to be expected: "Red has done as much as we could have hoped for in the short time it has been up and running.... The launch cost of this kind of campaign is going to be hugely frontloaded." Translation: Most of the money raised has been blown on ad budgets by Gap, Motorola, Armani, Apple, and other companies that are taking a cut from selling Red stuff. To give you a sense of just how big the corporate cut is, for every special edition Red iPod nano sold, Apple donates just $10.

This isn't the first time an altruistic corporate campaign has been revealed to be too good to be true—we collected some other examples in our November issue. But there's an easy way to not get snooke(red)—cut out the middleman and give directly to the Global Fund. Visit buylesscrap.org to find out how.

Seinfeld: "Documentarians Not Funny." Documentarian: "You Too."

| Fri Mar. 2, 2007 4:57 PM PST
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The statute of limitations for post-Oscar bickering is about to run out, so now's the time to get in some last licks. I'm gonna avoid the just-how-tacky-was-Ellen minefield. So let's focus on another bland and unmemorable Oscar presenter—Jerry Seinfeld. Seinfeld seems to have ticked off at least one filmmaker during his presentation of the Oscar for best documentary. John Sinno, a nominee for the great Iraq in Fragments, just wrote an open letter (not online yet, but posted in full after the jump) to the Academy, criticizing Seinfeld for calling his film and the four other nominees "incredibly depressing":

While I appreciate the role of humor in our lives, Jerry Seinfeld's remarks were made at the expense of thousands of documentary filmmakers and the entire documentary genre. Obviously we make films not for awards or money, although we are glad if we are fortunate enough to receive them. The important thing is to tell stories, whether of people who have been damaged by war, of humankind's reckless attitude toward nature and the environment, or even of the lives and habits of penguins. With his lengthy, dismissive and digressive introduction, Jerry Seinfeld had no time left for any individual description of the five nominated films. And by labeling the documentaries "incredibly depressing," he indirectly told millions of viewers not to bother seeing them because they're nothing but downers.

OK. Maybe it was a bad call to get a guy whose comedy is about "nothing" to introduce films that are about capital-S something. But let's be honest—this year's docs were really depressing. But that's why we like documentary films; they're a needed, if downlifting, reality check. And if it makes Sinno feel better, even the documentary about Seinfeld was a downer. If you ever want to see the story of a man with a moribund career and no interior life to boot, check it out.

Will Arcade Fire Hit #1?

| Fri Mar. 2, 2007 2:31 PM PST

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I can't believe I'm typing this, but it seems entirely possible that Arcade Fire, the iconoclastic Canadian underground indie-rock mega-combo, may ride a wave of publicity to the top of the US charts this Tuesday (3/6) with their sophomore album Neon Bible. They just performed on SNL (also, apparently, doing an off-stage number right after the show just for the studio audience) and they're all the blogs can talk about. They also remain one of two bands who have ever made me, ahem, misty-eyed at a live performance. (Okay, fine: the other was Low. All those other times, I just had something in my eye, really.)

New Yorker music critic Sasha Frere-Jones was a little late to the party on the Fire, but makes up for it with a fine article this week. He follows the band around to their recent London shows (lucky!!!) and admires their lo-fi tendencies by saying it's "hard to imagine" them ever using a cordless microphone. I found that reference kind of amusing: capping off the aforementioned tear-inducing performance (at Coachella in 2005), lead singer Win Butler unplugged his mic and threw it in a high arc out over the massive crowd (see that at the end of this video here). It sounds silly now, but it was a heart-stopping moment, capping off probably the greatest live show I've ever seen in my life. I guess that doesn't really count as a "cordless mic," though, does it.

I've heard Neon Bible (like anyone with DSL has at this point), and it's great. There probably aren't any breakout hits (like "Rebellion (Lies)" from their debut album Funeral) but that seems kind of the point: the new songs unroll at their own pace, like hymns, without hurrying to a pop "hook." This is a band who adamantly refuse to license any music (even, apparently, for Oscar-winning, if supremely hacky, directors), and who are so DIY, they can manage to screw up a charity single upload. Nothing against Norah Jones, but if they knock her off the #1 spot, it will be kind of exhilarating.

Finally, a Bad Review of "Black Snake Moan"

| Fri Mar. 2, 2007 1:56 PM PST

A Bible-fearing black man—named Lazarus, no less—chains the impossibly thin Christina Ricci's character to a radiator, and for the rest of the film, she roams around almost completely naked fighting off "fits" of nymphomania—when she's not tearing into men like a she-devil.

Sound like a meaningful film, or a cheap excuse to watch a little S&M with a moral (not all black men who chain women to radiators are bad!)?

After reading Feministing's comments last week, I'm inclined to believe the latter. But I've watched in horror as respectable publication after respectable publication has given the movie a decent review.

First, here's Feministing:

Ricci told MTV her character is "a girl who suffers physical flashbacks to a childhood rape. Some women and young girls freak out, panic, and need to cut themselves. [My character] needs to cause herself the same kind of pain when she has panic attacks by having anonymous sex."

Sounds like being chained up in only her underwear and then preached to is exactly the kind of healing process this character needs.

The creepiest thing about the movie, or at least its marketing, is that it's not only about selling Ricci's body. It's about selling the idea of sex with a girl who's been abused and who's clearly got a lot of problems. There's even an interactive feature (if you click on "experience" in the upper left corner -- click here for a screenshot) that allows you to drag two pills across the screen and then watch a video of Ricci collapsing. Now she's yours for the violating!

(By the way, the little line of pills in front of Ricci's mini mini-skirt also look strangely like a female cum shot.)

And here are the "uplifting human drama" reviews.

Salon:

Lazarus comes to realize that she has the "sickness." She's writhing, burning with fever: In her delirium, she dashes out of the cabin, ready to do herself harm. So he chains her to his radiator to rid her of the demons that control her. That's the gimmick of "Black Snake Moan," a gimmick that leads us, like a trail of manna bread crumbs, to the movie's soul. "Black Snake Moan" is ultimately about damaged people helping one another to become their best selves…. Its characters are stereotypes at the beginning, but our focus sharpens as we watch them: They sneak out of the roles we've assigned to them and become people instead.

Washington Post:

But human they are, and that point is driven home in the film's final scenes, which bring the volume level down and unfold with surprising tenderness and emotion. If "Black Snake Moan" is uneven, that's because Brewer has set himself to a higher degree of difficulty than most emerging filmmakers, telling stories rarely seen on screen, with equally rare characters and settings. Craig Brewer is definitely up to something, and it's gratifying to watch him explore new cinematic territory with such conviction and assurance.

Well, thank god the New York Times has stepped up to call bullshit:

Underneath the surface of racial and sexual button pushing, behind the brandished guns and bared breasts, is a heart of pure, buttery cornpone. Like "Hustle & Flow," "Black Snake Moan" joins a dubious stereotype of black manhood to an uplifting, sentimental fable.… Really, though, the character, played...by Samuel L. Jackson, is a tried-and-true Hollywood stock figure: the selfless, spiritually minded African-American who seems to have been put on the earth to help white people work out their self-esteem issues..."Black Snake Moan" is a provocative title, but a more accurate one might be "Chaining Miss Daisy to the Radiator in Her Underwear."

One morning Lazarus finds [Rae, Ricci's character], badly beaten and barely clothed, at the side of the road near his house. He takes her home, washes her wounds and fetches her some medicine. (Only later will it occur to him to fetch her something to wear besides the white underpants and chopped-off T-shirt the camera prefers to see her in.) When she tries to jump on him, he grabs his Bible and flees into the yard, leaving the Good Book open to the verse (missing in my copy) about chains and radiators as instruments of righteousness.

The Times review concludes that the movie produces "not a moan or a howl, but a slow, anxious groan." You just can't try to tell a morality tale about how sexual abuse is damaging and then invite the viewer to lust after the character. The moral of that story is: Hollywood has been doing that since Chinatown—but at least that movie knew what it was doing.