Here’s a callback to the BtVS episode I Only Have Eyes for You, one of my all-time Buffy favorites, which showcases the title-inspiring song with its gorgeous 1959 version by The Flamingos, whose harmonies send me into an almost dream state. I also love the intimacy of the lyrics, Read the rest of this entry »
My second stab at posting lyrics, and yet another seasonal downer, this time fall rather than winter. Barbara sounds even more melancholy than Yves Montand did with La neige sur la ville, and though her lyrics hold out a whisper of hope for springtime, it feels desperately self-deluding.
Part of my 2014 agenda is to concentrate on lyrics in French songs more closely. To keep me focused on my goal, I will aim for at least one song per week transcribed and translated into English and/or Spanish. If someone happens upon this post and wants to give any feedback regarding translation, I welcome any help!
To kick off, I am going with my all-time favorite French singer, Yves Montand, and a sad, wintry chanson Read the rest of this entry »
The life and death of avant-garde, semi-operatic, highly Germanic, proto-new wave musical performer Klaus Nomi. At its best, the film offers insight into the congregation of weirdo misfits in NY that produced crazy cabaret/vaudevillian entertainment, when, as one interviewee put it, people could go to New York and live on fumes.
I’m not sure exactly when all this transpired because Andrew Horn Read the rest of this entry »
Beloved/Les bien-aimés: I think I hated this movie. How is this possible? Catherine Deneuve, her daughter Chiara Mastroianni, director Milos Forman (!), French singing star Michel Delpech, and Paul Schneider from Parks & Rec (¡?¡) in a motherfucking musical!
Yes, but a meandering musical with an even more meandering score by Alex Beaupain, whom I enjoy on his solo records, but less so in his collaborations with Honoré, and I like this less than their last work, Love Songs, which I was already conflicted about. The script here tries hard for the personal within the epic, looping from sixties Paris (one of several nods to Jacques Demy’s The Umbrellas of Cherbourg), to Czechoslovakia for the Russian invasion, back to Paris for some millennial ansgt, then off to Montreal for an Read the rest of this entry »
Winter streaming! I have not kept up with the monthly log, and anything not streamed has sadly streamed away from my immediately available memory.
Cosmos: This was part of my winter crash-course in cosmology. I watched loads of videos, seriously, shocking loads, from multiple series, but this, the mother and master of them all, still ranks as the best. I barely remembered it from the original run Read the rest of this entry »
Bin-hunter and general gleaner Mister Museum recently walked out of the thrift store with gold on his hands: promotional books for low-rent films that ran at his sleazy hometown’s sleazy theater, the Myers, which was Read the rest of this entry »
Frank Langella recently said in an interview on NPR that he doesn’t like to look at his movies. He made the analogy of going up into an attic and paging through photo albums, which forces you to look at your own aging over the years – and, as I extrapolate – the loss of the past, which is now contained only in a fragile image and perhaps an even more fragile memory.
For me, I don’t have to page through photo albums. Just watching old films, especially ones from childhood, sometimes brings me an acute sense of time passage and loss. Since I associate movies, TV, and music with specific periods of my life, I am often Read the rest of this entry »
I had always held out hope that the great triumvirate of Hal David, Burt Bacharach, and Dionne Warwick would reunite for one last great project, a classic album that would put a final stamp on their 1960s-early 70s run as the best long-term teaming of lyricist, composer, and singer in pop music.
Not to be. Lyricist Hal David died on the first day of this September at the age of 91.
He’ll be forever remembered for a slew songs made classic by Warwick, but also by Dusty Springfield, The Carpenters, Tom Jones, The Fifth Dimension, and many others.
Though I cop to leaning toward the morose and maudlin in my musical tastes, fed largely by melancholy French chanson, wrenching rancheras, hard-luck country & western, and gloomy American pop standards, sometimes even I need a pick-me-up.
One of the first songs that I can remember from my childhood is Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head. A small child easily Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve been watching this season’s Breaking Bad with a sense of dread and intensity like no other. Every season has been fantastic, but this one, perhaps because it was truncated to make way for another next summer, has drawn me into the dark mind of Walter “I want an empire” White – his wanton ambition, ruthlessness, cunning, duplicity, and delusions of grandeur: gliding over all. Director Michelle MacLaren and writer Molly Walley-Becketthave both been working with the series for years, Read the rest of this entry »