Last night, impromptu, I had myself a little date-night at the Kabuki Theater in Japantown. And what’s better for a date-night movie than the new Wes Anderson film, still in limited release? It’s positively quintessential! Now, I don’t like to review new movies here ar yr an adult, because there are already so many great places for quality new-release reviews, but I do like to the rundown all the weird, ADD-thoughts that run through my head when I’m watching a film in the theater. I will say that I liked the movie, as I like almost all Wes Anderson movies, and that I agree with the reviews that say this is one of his best. I mean, he makes beautifully framed, nostalgic, funny films about the loneliness of growing up. That shit is obviously right up my alley. So I hope you enjoy reading my thoughts, and I hope you see the movie. Also, fear not spoilerphobes. There will be no spoilers.
The crowd for a Wes Anderson movie at the Kabuki Theater in San Francisco is the most stereotypically Wes Anderson crowd in the whole world. The Kabuki is one my favorite movie theaters. It’s an expensively designed, Sundance-branded cinema that plays a mix of art films and blockbusters, you reserve your seat online in advance, they sell microbrews at a reasonable price and the affable guy who checks your id name-checks a movie that came out the year you were born (i.e. “1982, I saw Fast Times at Ridgemont High that year). The average age of the audience member was 27 years old. Everyone was either dressed like a tech person trying to dress like a creative or an actual creative trying to dress like a creative (read: skinny jeans, thoughtful sneakers, “cool” t-shirt/jacket combos, angular haircuts, etc…). It was a profoundly white, SF-crowd, filled with exactly who you’d imagine goes to see Wes Anderson movies in the theaters.
by Henry Goldman
This may not be news to you folks with cable, but to “cordcutters” like me (translation: people who watch tv on the internet), seeing this ad for the “new” 120 Minutes in a music periodical came as a half-shock. I was initially excited that anyone even remembered the only MTV show of my youth that showcased well-curated, independent and emerging bands. And super excited to see that in reviving the brand, Viacom also brought back the host of show we grew up with; un-photogenic music nerd Matt Pinfield, who, even in the 90s, seemed like he should have been the friendly clerk at Eugene’s House of Records, not the palest MTV personality this side of Tabitha Soren. However, seeing that theshow now airs on MTV2, at 6 am on Fridays, and that Pinfield came back because he clearly has nothing going (and is probably pushing 50), made me a bit sad about everything.
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