Archive for the ‘pop’ Category

Matrix merchandise

Even though the premiere of Matrix Reloaded is still a few weeks away, the publicity machine is at full steam. There’s the articles about upcoming summer blockbusters, the Wachowski brothers (about which nobody has anything to say, cos they’re secretive), and whatnots.

What interests me more is the product placements. I’ve seen at least televisions and mobile phones being marked by the upcoming movie. What’s even more interesting from a fiercely nationalistic viewpoint is that this time they aren’t going for Nokia, but for Samsung.

For those reading this in Finland, Samsung is a big player in cellphones here. Their GX-10, a camera-enabled flip-cover model is the phone this year. Does this mean that our (yes, I’m aware of the irony in that) Nokia is falling behind? Could it be?

Copyrights

I’ve never paid attention to the fact that motion picture copyright notices actually forbid editing the picture. I find that confusing. Does it really mean that if I edited, say, The Two Towers into a better version just to amuse myself, I could be sued for copyright infringement even if I never broadcast it?

Another thing: X-Men 2 had an extra notice at the beginning about how photographing the movie is a crime etc, but the noticeable thing about it was that it was sponsored by FACT, ”Federation Against Copyright Theft” or something. Quite a nerve they’ve had with the acronym.

Music in commercials

The way pop (and classical) music is used in commercials is perplexing. First there’s the idea that playing a cool track on the background will lend credibility to whatever is being marketed, and second there’s the idea behind all brand making, ie. what’s important isn’t what the ad says, but that the customer remembers the name.

Both premises deserve closer inspection. Take the former one, and tell me if you can think of any single case in which the soundtrack improved your image of the product? Moby’s been used a lot lately, and Levi’s has long been a prolific (ab)user of pop tracks. But in fact it would seem that the one benefitting most is the musician. Admittedly Moby was huge even before his tracks were commissioned, but look at that hulking vegetarian now. And what about all the one hit wonders Levi’s has unleashed? I’m thinking of Stiltskin, Babylon Zoo, Flat Eric (or what the hell the name was), Pepe Deluxé… the list goes on and on.

The second presumption is even more problematic. Do the aforementioned thought exercise in reverse, and exclude Levi’s. What brands were all those great tracks selling? I fondly remember a car ad with Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head, but I’ll be damned if I can remember the manufacturer’s name. Might have been Ford, but if I’m ever going to invest in a new Mondeo, their choice of music won’t be the reason.

The persistence of musical memories and their power is, at least in my case, unrivalled by visual ones. I bet any Finnish boy my age can still whistle MacGyver’s, or Knight Riders title tune, and while we also vaguely remember what the stars used to look like, the music is vastly better at evoking memories of those two crappy series.

The extent of this phenomenon dawned on me while listening to the excellent Diana Ross and Dusty Springfield collection CDs. I’d never realized that Springfield sang The Look of Love (remember, I’m musical idiot) but I remembered the tune, supposedly from a TV commercial. Also, I’ve got absolutely no clue whatsoever what that commercial might’ve been selling. The second nail to the coffin (watch out for falling metaphors) was hearing Reflections by Ross. The song seemed intimately familiar, and after a while I recalled that it had indeed been the theme song of a television series called China Beach. I’ve never seen a complete episode of that series.

Boring sports

The three most boring sports on television:

  1. snooker
    • tubby men and neverending shots of green
  2. tennis
    • two people go ”uh!” for three hours and everybody turns their heads from left to right to left to right to left to…
  3. everything else
    • it’s fucking sports – you’re supposed to do it, not watch it

Translation problems

My pet peeve of translated pop songs has been for some while the Finnish version of Blue Velvet, which was quite cleverly done as Puuhelmet. Just try to imagine a David Lynch film using that one…

But it is kind of comforting to know that Finns aren’t alone in this foolishness. Shirley Bassey has done Edith Piaf’s Je Ne Regrette Rien in English as No Regrets. And it just does not work.

Great movie ad

UGC Cinemas publishes a magazine called Unlimited, which is basically one big monthly advertisement for coming movies. Every flick that is ”reviewed” within has a little subheading called ”You should see it because…”.

Now, the latest issue included a review for Kangaroo Jack with the already legendary blurp ”YOU SHOULD SEE IT BECAUSE… Is there anything funnier than a comedy kangaroo wearing a jacket and sunglasses?”

Virtual sets

Just saw the tackiest virtual set imaginable on ITV news. A word of explanation: because filming, or photography in general, is not allowed in British courtrooms, the media have to resort to all sorts of tricks to illustrate their stories: hand drawn portraits, footage of people going in and coming out of courtrooms, and now this.

So what was so bad about it? Well, it was ugly and worthless. The reporter walked in the virtual courtroom for just a couple of seconds to point out ”where the defendant stood”. Now, the room was a flashback to computer games of the early 1990s: a hastily assembled 3D model of a generic courtroomish flavour with blocky shapes of solid colour. And all this just to push totally noninteresting news.

NYPD Blue & status quo

Do you still remember the time when the jerky camerawork in NYPD Blue was considered a novelty?

What’s hot #1

Book: Easy Riders, Raging Bulls by Peter Biskind – A compelling account of New Hollywood, the highs and especially the lows. My only complaint is that it concentrates on a handful of directors and producers and almost completely ignores the actors and non-movie brat directors. Still, definitely worth buying.

CD: Version 2.0 by Garbage – The sophomore album was a slight disappointment when it came out, and it took me all these years to take a second listen and realize how good it is. Here Garbage perfect the up-tempo pop song (Temptation waits, Push it, Sleep together) that was blossoming on their debut (I’m only happy when it rains, Stupid girl), do few mighty fine slow ones (The trick is to keep breathing, You look so fine), and don’t blunder as many times as they did before and after. Highly recommended.

DVD: The commentary track on the R2 release of The Man Who Wasn’t There by the Coen brothers – Compared to, for example, the otherwise interesting comment track on Nightmare Before Christmas, the Coens and Thornton are a barrel of laughs, while still – amazingly – managing to talk about the movie as well. Any commentary that points out the protagonist’s erection has to be worthwhile.

Review: Hard Work

Hard Work is the story of Polly Toynbee, a journalist who is among other things a Guardian columnist, dropping her moderately comfortable (ie. more high than middle class) life for a while to try and live on minimum wage. The premise is wonderful: urgent, important, and substantial. Unfortunately same cannot be said for the entire book.

But let me assure you that the good moments do greatly outweigh the bad. Her background research is impressive, as it should be with any journalistic work. The descriptions of dispirited workplaces and council flat residents who have given up in all but name are accurate and powerful. But at times Toynbee drifts from describing the problems into proposing answers and that’s where the problems start. The thing I have most problems with isn’t connected to the factual writing but the ideological solutions she proposes. She claims that everybody has the right to cheer themselves up by shopping, that small companies ought to die out (yes, she has good reasons for it but still), and other views which don’t nicely fit mine. But then again that might be just me.

Ultimately I feel that Toynbee’s work has a certain mentality best articulated by Jarvis Cocker in Common People: ”You will never understand […] If you called your dad he could stop it all”. Toynbee is the first one to acknowledge this but in my opinion she doesn’t get away with it. The ending of the book with her thanking her lucky stars just emphasizes it. Incidentally the development of the theme bears some resemblance to Hornby’s How To Be Good where the middle-class protagonists try to alleviate their guilt over other’s suffering but ultimately they just fall back on their lives with nothing changed. And I know I’m just being terribly moralistic and naive but it doesn’t make me feel right.