Wednesday night: Read My Lips. I'm trying to remember if I've
seen a better movie this year. Rewatching Moulin Rouge
multiple times doesn't count. Jacques Audiard and Tonino Benacquista
wrote the script for this absorbing story about Carla, a
hearing-impaired woman who hires an ex-convict as her secretarial
assistant. Neither one of them is a particularly nice person, and it
isn't long before they start to use each other in a variety of ways.
Emmanuelle Devos was amazing as the bitter and desperate Carla, but I
was also impressed with how Cyril Holtz and Pascal Villard
occasionally used sound to evoke what Carla was actually hearing.
When she walks into a club and gets hit in the face with pounding
techno, she takes out her hearing aids one by one, and the soundtrack
shifts seamlessly from big beat to somber violas. Watching this, it
felt like a glimpse into her inner world. Finally, let me just say
that hardly anyone captures the chemistry going on between two people
onscreen like the French. Woo boy.
Thursday night: Battle Angel. The proper name of this anime is
Gunnm and was developed from a manga of the same name, which
Viz translated into English as "Battle Angel Alita," but in Japanese
Alita's name is actually Gally. Confused? Don't worry, just sit back
and watch Gally kick ass. I was already addicted to the manga when I
first saw this animated version of the story of the mysterious cyborg
girl ten years ago, and I remembered the fight scenes better than I
remembered the actual story. Only two episodes of the anime were ever
produced, so if you like what you see here I highly recommend Yukito
Kishiro's manga. In fact, I do believe Viz is printing a
long-awaited continuation of the series at this very moment.
Saturday night: Wilco. I don't think I had pegged Wilco as the types
to start their set with a recording of Gene Wilder singing "Pure
Imagination" from Willy Wonka before they strode onstage all
rockstar-like. And yet, they did. Mercifully that was only bit of
pretension they exhibited at the Warfield Saturday night, and as soon
as Jeff Tweedy's voice filled the hall I had forgiven him my
cringes. He had me in tears by the second song, and then when the
band slid right into "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart" I was the
happiest creature alive. I was wondering how the straightforward
music from Being There (for example) would merge with their
newer and more experimental material, but it all fit together just
fine. The second encore was a real treat, including not only a total
Wilco rockout but also the amazingly beautiful "California Stars," a
tune Tweedy and former bandmate Jay Bennett wrote to fit lyrics by
Woody Guthrie. Two days later and I'm praying that song never leaves
my head. As I was walking along Market after the show I heard a girl
trying to explain to her boyfriend how, even though he's kinda funny
looking, when Jeff Tweedy is onstage he's really fucking hot. I mused
to myself that, indeed, this is the nature of talent as I whistled
"I Am Trying to Break Your Heart" all the way back to my car. I put
my key in the lock and heard someone across the parking lot from me
start whistling the song where I had left off.
I am an American aquarium drinker
I assassin down the avenue
I'm hiding out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you?
Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning
Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers
This is not a joke, so please stop smiling
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?
I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming
Take it from the inside, baby hold on tight
You were so right when you said that I've been drinking
What was I thinking when I said good night?
I want to hold you in the Bible-black predawn
You're quite a quiet domino, bury me now
Take off your Band-Aid because I don't believe in touchdowns
What was I thinking when I said hello?
I'd always thought that if I held you tightly
You'd always love me like you did back then
Then I fell asleep and the city kept blinking
What was I thinking when I let you back in?
I am trying to break your heart
I am trying to break your heart
But still I'd be lying if I said it wasn't easy
I am trying to break your heart
Disposable Dixie-cup drinking
I assassin down the avenue
I'm hiding out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you?
loves you
I'm the man who loves you
Read My Lips
Battle Angel
Alita
Wilco
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