Skip to content

zwolanerd

I guess I just like liking things

We’re going old school this week, with a movie from 1963. Black and white goodness people. Well not that good, this movie sits firmly in IMDB’s list of the 100 worst movies (it’s number 86) and enjoys a rating of 2.5 stars out of 10. It was actually made in 1958, but the awesome artistic and social merit of the movie made people afraid to release it for fear of revolution! Revolution!

Real doctors have shinier hazmat suits

Real doctors have shinier hazmat suits

“Can death be outwitted?” asks the standard “I wish I was narrating the Twilight Zone instead” narrator. The narrator discusses the wonders of modern medicine while a man in a hazmat suit wobbles around what might be a laboratory of some kind. He’s just sort of flipping switches and opening panels, I’m not sure he’s a real doctor to be honest. The narrator discusses organ transplants, and wonders aloud if it would be possible to transplant a human brain. Scientists, he tells us, think it’s possible. The guy in a hazmat suit has walked into a cupboard. The narrator mentions that brain transplants are something to do with vampires, which is a leap I wouldn’t have made on my own.

The camera zooms in on a window in the cupboard thing and there’s an almost naked lady with an unconvincing wig strapped to a board. The lights are strobing, because of all the science. “Will the old steal the bodies of the young and beautiful?” asks the narrator. “Probably not,” I answer, but he continues with a horror story of old people having their brains crammed into new bodies. The girl in the cupboard has been dug up from a grave. She’s been dead for days, and buried only yesterday. The guy in the hazmat suit presumably dug her up for evil, light flickering experiments. Those are the worst kind. The doctor, who is the hazmat suit guy, has grafted a new brain into the body. The woman is then lowered into a freezer, which seems like a waste of a good brain. “The next step,” says the narrator, “Is a human brain.”

Oh, it’s not a freezer, it’s a “cyclatron” which creates nuclear fission and activates the brain. It just looks like a lot of dry ice in a tube. There is a very long shot of mist blowing around a bit before the girl is raised out of the cyclatron. “Has he created another – ” says the narrator, the rest of his words are completely drowned out by 1960s B Movie music.

The make up budget was 80 cents and a bit of string

The make up budget was 80 cents and a bit of string

In a cemetery, a security guard is wandering in the dark with a flashlight. The crypt he’s heading for is brilliantly lit so I guess the deceased had electricity added. The music is all dramatic as the guard climbs down the stairs, waving his flashlight around in the least effective manner possible. Inside the crypt, Doctor Frank is chipping his way into a newly sealed vault. He needs another body for his crazy experiments. The guard is a drunk, concealing booze behind monuments, so he’s not really paying attention to potential body snatchers. He does hear the chipping noise though, and is on his way to investigate when he’s grabbed by what might be a werewolf vampire. Or a guy with sideburns in need of a dentist. I do not know which. The guard is strangled by the … tall hairy guy while Doctor Frank continues to chip away at the vault. It contains a beautiful young woman, who is breathing. (Dire DVDs breathing corpse: Check)

The doctor is miffed to discover the hairy guy killed someone, because his morals are weird. Turns out the hairy guy is the result of grafting an animal brain into a human body. This, as we all know, makes fangs grow. That’s how bodies work. On the plus side, the hairy guy is basically Igor to Doctor Frank’s Frankenstein, so at least he has someone to carry the bodies around.

Back at the lab (after a long sequence of shots of the car driving along various roads), someone peers out of the upstairs window. Inside, the body is laid out on the usual Mad Scientist table. She’s only been buried a couple of hours, so the chances are better this time says the narrator. The doctor has been promised live bodies, but I don’t know who has made this promise. I also don’t know what this young woman died of, unless it was the tiny cut under her eye. The narrator is being very helpful, filling in all the blanks. The woman upstairs is a bitter old biddy who wants her brain crammed into a young body. The doctor has to perfect this technique first, obviously, hence the lab full of brain transplant corpses.

The old woman is wondering if she’s been a fool throwing her money at the Doctor. Hetty March is her name. She’s incredibly wealthy and is funding this whole crazy brain scheme out of her own pocket in order to preserve her life. Hetty is looking at a pile of papers which are the details of various young women who are not dead. Hetty has advertised for a young female maid, so these lasses have applied for the job. One of them, after the interviews, will probably have her brain scooped out. Her companion, a middle aged man named Victor, seems to know the plan and isn’t freaked out at all.

The radio breaks for news, which is about the body snatching. Hetty is unimpressed that her doctor has been digging people up and calls him upstairs. He’s busy in the lab though, walking slowly around the place in his hazmat suit and pulling levers. Extra dry ice has been added to the cupboard. Perhaps the earlier problems with the transplants were entirely due to insufficient fog. The Doctor goes into the cupboard just as Hetty and her chap arrive. Hetty was in a wheelchair earlier, but can walk now.

Victor is not thrilled about all of this, because there’s too many failures. We don’t know if the “I cut my face a little bit and then died” girl is going to be okay yet, but I can tell you she’s astonishingly naked with only two little strips of metal to preserve her modesty. Considering the age of the movie, I’ve decided to have the vapours about this. The doctor emerges from the cupboard. He’s already taken off the hood of his hazmat suit while inside, so he’s living on the edge. “The bodies must be fresh!” he says, turning around to fiddle with some levers again.

Hetty and Victor complain to the Doctor that the police know about him digging people up, and want to know if he’s trying to cause a fuss. The Doctor has planned ahead – one of his random buttons will cause a nuclear reaction. Sure, it’ll blow up the house and cause some radioactivity, but he’s set it up to just damage the house. Must be that new-fangled radiation that stops at fence lines. Hetty peers in through the window and says “There’s no sign of life.” The Doctor smiles, goes inside and waves his hand over the chest of the young lady, who wakes up.

The Doctor leaves the cupboard and a bunch of lights flash (Science!). The Doctor explains that the hairy guy was able to take a transplant because he was still alive when they found him in a car wreck. This girl doesn’t have a brain anymore because she died, so she can move around but not think. You know, like a [insert group of people you don’t like here]. Victor knocks on the window, and the same footage of the girl opening her eyes is played again.

The first meeting of the Made Up Accents Committee

The first meeting of the Made Up Accents Committee

A plane lands and the passengers file off. There’s some plinky zany music as a young woman waits outside the airport. She’s joined by another woman who can’t walk without swinging her hips so far she might actually dislocate one. The music changes to have a beat on each swing of the hips, like a Carry On movie, but without the fun. She sits next to the first girl and asks for directions to Hollywood in an accent I can’t place, and may not exist in the real world. The first girl has a handy map and tells the second girl it’s 16 kilometers, or 10 miles away, and points in the direction to go.

“Are you going to Hollywood?” asks the first girl, who has now developed a random accent of her own. The second girl has lost hers as she explains she’s about to be a domestic for 12 months. “Me too!” says the first girl. Oh, the first girl is from Austria (land of the bendy accents) and the second girl is from England (land of the usually-American accents). A third girl has joined them, she says – with an American accent – “I no speak English very good.” She gives the first girl an address, which the first girl is bright enough to realise is the same one she has. In the car park, Victor is peering out of his car window looking for the ladies. I mean these ladies, not just random “Hey baby, how you doin’?” ladies.

The girls are driven to the house, while the narrator explains that they are fresh, young bodies (steady there chap) with no families or friends for thousands of miles. Victor is apparently wondering which one Hetty will choose as the container for her aged brain. I’m guessing the blonde.

Hetty peers out of her window, she’s back in her wheelchair, and watches the ladies come inside. The girl who doesn’t speak English spots the hairy guy outside the window, looking sad. She screams. The other girls get a bit jumpy, but Victor orders them into the house and tells them none of them may leave without permission. They file upstairs where they meet Hetty. She’s a grumpy old lady this one, and demands they come in and be inspected. She’s most interested in the so-called British girl who is now Southern American and tells Victor to get the doctor.

The doctor is in the cupboard and needs some time to restock the dry ice, so Victor wanders around the lab a bit. The girl from before is standing there, staring into space because of her rotted brain. Eventually the doctor comes out of the cupboard and is sent upstairs to look at the ladies. As he leaves, Victor murmurs “She doesn’t have a mind – think of the advantages!” Creep.

Hetty sends the girls off with the doctor to be examined. None of the girls say “Wait, what?”, they all just follow the doctor out of the room like good little lambs. Victor is about to follow, but is caught on Hetty’s walking stick. She laughs at him, knowing he wanted to go and look at partially dressed ladies. She then berates him for not disconnecting the phone, because she’s pretty sure at least one of the girls will call the cops.

The doctor has brought the so-called-Mexican girl (Anita) in to see Hetty, showing Hetty the birthmark on the girl’s back. “Hideous” says Hetty, “Use her for experiments.” The other two are perfect medical specimens. As Anita leaves, the hairy guy howls, making her jump.

In the lab, the Austrian girl (Nina) tries to resign, but Hetty threatens her with the Immigration Department. The British girl (Bea) is untroubled, showing off her body and giggling. Hetty has selected her to receive the wrinkly old brain. Victor comes in and offers congratulations to both Hetty and Bea. Bea, who can’t have any idea what’s going on, giggles. Girlishly. She is shown to a luxurious bedroom and flings herself about on the bed.

Anita is told to find her room in the basement – oh noes, that’s where the evil lab is! Nina is sent upstairs. Victor takes Anita to the basement himself to make sure she doesn’t do any irritating running off. Nina, deciding everything is weird, tries to call the cops, but the phones are out of course.

In the night, there is a knock on Anita’s door. She opens it slowly, and then screams. The following morning, the other two girls are polishing silver. Nina wants to know where Anita went. Bea wants to try out the largest possible range of British accents. She’s giving it a good go. Hetty arrives to tell them they’re cleaning things wrong, and Nina asks where Anita went. “She left,” says Hetty. “I wish to leave too,” says Nina. Hetty pretty much says “Nope” although why she needs two young ladies for one brain is yet to be explained.

The lights are flashing like crazy in the lab, and there’s the longest shot of dry ice in a tube yet. This must be serious science. Hetty is upstairs, in her wheelchair. I’ve figured out she can walk if she’s downstairs but needs the chair if she’s upstairs – must be an altitude thing. She calls down the stairs for Nina, but Bea comes up instead. This is no good, Bea is not permitted to do stairs because it will build ugly muscles in her legs. Bea goes to find Nina and is lead to the basement by Nina. Nina has been looking at Anita’s room, and noticed all her stuff is still there. Bea is worried they’ll get in trouble and leaves.

I am just at the point now where I wish they’d hurry up and hack someone’s brain out. Anyone’s brain, I’m not fussy. Bring in a new character even. Anyone.

As the two girls leave to go upstairs, they spot a creepy door and break in. The doctor hears them and goes to investigate, but they’re hiding. With a shrug, the doctor returns to the lab. He’s holding a cat, because he’s about to do some brain transplanting. The other two girls peer into the lab, freak out and run upstairs to pack their stuff. They wait for Hetty to go away and then sneak out.

Hetty, meanwhile, has discovered some clue at the door in the basement which tells her the girls have been snooping. It’s a good thing they’re taking forever to get out of the house, otherwise she might not be able to stop them.

The doctor has apparently already slapped the kitty brain into Anita because he’s lurking in the cupboard again. The girl with no brain is still wandering aimlessly, looking worried. Seeing the open door, she walks quickly up stairs. Without a brain. Hetty is still rushing about looking for her British body-to-be. Both girls are in Bea’s room, because that’s better than escaping. Hetty locks them in.

Anita is in the lab, staring at a mouse in a cage because she has the brain of a cat now. There’s exactly zero marks on her head so I guess the Doctor does all the surgery nasally (let that image sink in for a minute or two). She’s also got the vocal chords of a cat, making real cat noises. Since a cat brain is smaller than a human brain, let’s assume the rest of the space in Anita’s head is filled with popcorn. To prove that the brain transplant worked, the Doctor frees the mouse. Anita grabs and eats it. She’s basically now a cat with thumbs, which would be amazing for a cat. Imagine waking up with thumbs!

The Girl With No Brain is wandering in the garden. Nina spots her through the window and calls Bea over. Nina thinks it’s Anita, but Bea isn’t sure. The Girl With No Brain is now wandering in the woods somewhere, unless this house is on a huge property. Then again, if you’re carving up young ladies in the basement you want some space between you and the neighbours. Hairy guy is lurking on a rock, and he pounces on the brainless girl. Bea and Nina recoil in horror from the window.

The doctor hears the commotion and rushes out into the garden with a pointy stick. The pointy stick is a formidable weapon against hairy guys, and the hairy guy backs off. The doctor leans over to check Brainless girl for a pulse, and then the footage runs backwards for a minute and makes me think my media player is broken. The doctor chains the hairy guy to a wall. There’s a ruin in the garden for just such an emergency.

Bea and Nina are out of Bea’s room now, back being domestics. Victor is certain they won’t run away because they know they’ll be Hairy Guy’d to death if they do. They’re trying to figure out a way to escape, but there’s an electric fence. Bea says Victor likes her, so she’ll try to get the car keys off him.

Bea is a subtle seductress, swinging her hips over to Victor and smooching him firmly. It works, he stands up and gives her some kissing while she rummages around in his pockets. He pulls away to check on Hairy Guy and then takes Bea outside. They stroll around the garden, but Hetty is watching from her window. I don’t know how much she can see, the picture is so dark I can barely make them out. She calls for Victor who abandons the buxom Bea for the elderly, grumpy but very wealthy Hetty. Bea slumps on a bench, but Anita is sitting on top of the pavilion thingy. Bea reaches up to her but Anita is a cat now and scratches at her. Bea screams and falls over.

Nina is in Bea’s room, listening to hairy guy snarling. She opens the window and peers out, looking up to see Anita on the roof. Nina dashes up a zillion flights of stairs to the roof. Anita claws at her, but then realises she doesn’t really have claws and backs off. Nina persists, following Anita along the roof line. Anita tries to climb down the wall, but falls to her death while Nina emits a half-hearted scream.

Nina rushes to the basement to get the doctor, and finds him, Hetty and Victor around a bed, with Bea laying down. Her eyes are bandaged. She’s unconscious (from falling down softly, always a hazard). Hetty tries to be kind to Nina, but Nina tells her to get out, and to take Victor with her. The doctor returns and tells Nina he’s preserving Bea’s eye in case he can operate later, but for now she’s blind.

The eye is preserved in a glass box which makes sparking noises and flashes a lot. More science! The doctor, as it turns out, is annoyed that he hasn’t been given a Nobel Peace Prize for his work to preserve bits of body. I think they have a “No Mad Scientists” policy, but I might be wrong. He’s only working for Hetty because of the money, he knows his work will save lives one day. Bea wakes with a standard “Where am I? I can’t see!” and Nina comforts her. Bea remembers what happened and begins to wail, but the doctor jabs her with a sedative and she calms. “Am I to be next?” asks Nina.

She is. Hetty has been to town to change her will and make a hair appointment under Nina’s name. She’s also bought a bunch of clothes for Nina to model, so Nina will look pretty when Hetty’s brain is in her. Nina is with Bea, but has to go upstairs when Hetty returns. She promises to try to get them out, but Bea tells her “forget about me” because she’s all blind and sad.

Nina is modelling for Hetty now, and the narrator has woken up to tell us how pleased Hetty is with her impending body. Victor drops in to look at Nina in her underwear, but Hetty sends him away. He’s not needed now and he won’t be needed when Hetty is young and beautiful again. Victor drops a hint about what’s going to happen, and Nina wants to know more. Victor doesn’t answer, and Hetty sends Nina away to get some rest.

Victor, robbed of his wealthy girlfriend, is getting quietly drunk. Nina finds him and asks him what’s going on. Victor explains that Hetty has changed her will to leave all her money to Nina, who will be Hetty, and then will fake her own death to inherit. It’s certainly a plan. “Help us get away” says Nina. Victor agrees. He sends her out to the car, but stops her to write a note and have her sign it. I can’t tell you what the note says because it’s shot on a weird angle.

Nina slips out to the car, but Hetty knows something is up and is lurking in shadows rolling her eyes about. Victor takes a gun out of a drawer and rolls his eyes about. Two can play the eye rolling game. He’s so busy with his eyes he fails to notice Hetty creeping up behind him. She stabs him with a hat pin. Possibly a thin letter opener. He dies pretty much instantly.

Nina has visited Bea to tell her she has to come, she just has to! Dashing back upstairs, she finds Victor dead on the floor. Hetty is waiting for her. Nina screams and protests, but the doctor is there with chloroform. Nina comes to in the lab, strapped to a table beside Hetty. Hetty makes a speech about how men don’t like old ladies, they just like old ladies with money. The doctor is a bit sad about Victor. He injects Hetty with anesthetic. I say “injects” but it’s more “stabs the old lady firmly with a needle from a great height.”

The next scene is the doctor holding a tiny, tiny brain. He’s having deep thinks about things, while wobbling the brain around in his dirty mitts. After some shots of buzzing equipment and dry ice, Nina opens her eyes. The doctor is pleased she’s awake, he has things to discuss. Apparently the paper she signed was making Victor her legal guardian (it’s binding, it was written in pen). The doctor is unstrappng something from the bed beside Nina. It’s the cat. He’s crammed the brain of Hetty into the cat. There’s not a lot of room in a cat’s head, so I’m going to say he probably minced it first.

With Hetty (to all intents and purposes) dead, all her money has gone to Nina. Is Nina saved? No, the doctor is going to keep her for parts, along with Bea. He’s planning to transplant a more compliant brain into Nina, so he goes into the cupboard to set things up. Hettycat locks him in the cupboard and presses the nuclear detonation button, dissolving the doctor in a pit of dry ice.

Bea, hearing a kerfuffle, gets out of bed. She’s only lost one eye, which means when she takes the bandage off she can see. She staggers over to help Nina but as they make their escape she goes back for her eyeball and is blasted to death by a zappy science thing. Nina runs through the collapsing house. As it burns, she flees into the night, followed by Hetty cat. Credits.

B-Movies are sort of supposed to be bad. They don’t have to make much sense, you can just shout “Science!” and get away with it, so I can’t really mock the whole nonsense of this brain swapping thing. Apart from the part where a whole human brain was shoved into a cat. That made no sense, even in the context of the movie.  Okay and the “having a dog brain turns you into a dog” also didn’t make any sense. Actually, putting a cat brain into a person and having the new personcat not just die of shock at not having four legs anymore…

This wasn’t even really a B-Movie. It was maybe a D-Movie. E-Movie? The script was so overly dramatic and cliche riddled it just wasn’t even funny. The performances varied from “not bad” to “So wooden, termite risk.” Bea’s British accents were amusing though – she’d vary from Royal Family to Eliza Doolittle to Southern USA in the space of two lines. Nina didn’t even bother with the accent after the first scene. Anita doesn’t count, she only had three lines before she was a kitty. Victor and the Doctor were just plain bad. Stilted, forced and stiff.

This one isn’t even one I’d recommend for a laugh. I generally would say “Sure, these movies are terrible but you should watch them for a laugh”. This one was just bad. Badly plotted, badly lit, terribly edited, acted poorly and written terribly. It is available on Archive.org though, if you’ve an hour to kill and no respect for your brain.

Tags:

Don't forget to watch The Oscars on March 2!

Don’t forget to watch The Oscars on March 2!

When I started doing these “yearly” lists, it was because one day I was hit with how many movies I loved came out in 1989. I had no idea how fun it would be for me to go through the lists for each year and winnow them. There’s a lot of “oh, yeah! That was great!” and “huh, I wouldn’t have guessed that movie came out that year” and so forth. Try it yourself some time, it’s fun!

1991 ended up being a not-as-strong year, I think. There are a few great movies, but the overall crop seems kind of meh. Here’s the top ten highest grossing from that year:

1. Terminator 2: Judgment Day
2. Beauty and the Beast
3. Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves
4. The Addams Family
5. City Slickers
6. Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country
7. Thelma & Louise
8. Fried Green Tomatoes
9. Hot Shots!
10. JFK

A strange mix, I think. My list of favorites varies a little from that.

10. Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves – If you had asked me in 1991 or 92 about this, I probably would’ve ranked it much higher. Kevin Costner’s inability to keep an accent never bothered me, and I’ve always liked this one, but it gets lower on my list as time goes by.

9. Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey – Not nearly as good as the first Bill & Ted movie, but still a bunch of fun.

8. Hudson Hawk – Yeah, yeah, everyone’s supposed to hate this because it’s terrible, but I’ve always liked it. Silly fun.

7. City Slickers – Billy Crystal’s a likable sort. I never feel like he’s acting so much, but it doesn’t bother me. And, of course, Jack Palance is great in this.

6. Point Break – I recently rewatched Hot Fuzz which reminded me I need to rewatch Point Break. Keanu should pretty much live in action movies, and Patrick Swayze and Gary Busey are just the icing on the cake here.

5. The Addams Family – Might be a touch overlong, but Raul Julia, Anjelica Huston, and Christina Ricci are perfectly cast and seem to be having a lot of fun. A great adaptation.

4. Father of the Bride – Sappy, yes, but come on.

3. L.A. Story – One of the most Steve Martin-est movies Steve Martin ever made. Satire and heart together and it works. You don’t see that much.

2. Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country – It’s my third-favorite Star Trek movie.

1. Terminator 2: Judgment Day – One of the best action movies ever, and certainly the best Terminator movie ever. Go back and watch this and The Terminator again – the parallel openings set this one up well, and I wish that the phrase “Arnold plays a good Terminator!” had never been mentioned in any of the reviews. yes, I know I just used it, but the movie is almost 23 years old, people.

Other movies that need mentioning:

  • Backdraft – I remember this movie being better than it is because the fire in it was so impressive.
  • Barton Fink – This movie was confusing as all get out to me when I first saw it. I’ve come to appreciate it (and the Coen Brothers in general), and it was one of the first movies I saw that gave me the idea that movies could be more than simply entertaining.
  • Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare – I will never understand why I like Nightmare on Elm Street movies.
  • Fried Green Tomatoes – I don’t know that I’m the target audience for this, but I liked it nonetheless.
  • Grand Canyon – Steve Martin in a rare dramatic role was the main draw for me. I don’t remember a lot about it, other than it’s one of those “big cast with interweaving stories” movies.
  • Hook – I loved this movie when it came out, but I don’t care for it much anymore. It grates on me for reasons I can’t quite determine.
  • Hot Shots! – Charlie Sheen’s best work?  Maybe so.
  • Nothing but Trouble – One of the worst movies I have ever seen. 20+ years later and I still give the guy who picked it for our movie party a hard time about it now and again.
  • Oscar – Stallone in a comedy and it’s better than you think.
  • The Rocketeer – I remember very little about this, but it’s lodged in my memory as “good.”
  • The Silence of the Lambs – One of those “great movies that I never need to see again.” So creepy.
  • Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze – Different April, a different voice for Donatello, and ramped-up silliness. My least-favorite Ninja Turtle movie, but it has one of my favorite movie lines ever.
  • Thelma & Louise – I don’t know how to phrase what I like about this movie.
  • What About Bob? – Richard Dreyfuss does a slow burn like few others, and Bill Murray’s likable irritant is the perfect match to that powderkeg.

Tags: ,

This is a slightly-edited repost of an article from 2006 on another blog of mine. A mixture of not knowing what to post and a feeling that it did not get as much traction back then as it should have is what prompts its repost here today.

A few weeks back I bought the Beach Boys album Pet Sounds. I have always liked The Beach Boys, but I only owned a couple of compilation albums that had all of their most popular songs. I had always heard that Pet Sounds was “groundbreaking” and a “must have,” so I finally bought it.

I had heard four of the thirteen songs on the album before, but the rest were new to me. To my untrained ear, it sounded like, well, The Beach Boys. So what was so groundbreaking? After all, I had heard that after The Beatles heard this album they freaked out, along the lines of “Brian Wilson is so far ahead of us!” and “We better catch up!” (Their answer was Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, an album widely acknowledged as an album that changed the face of pop music forever.)

Goats can be pets, y'all

Goats can be pets, y’all

I asked Dave why Pet Sounds was so groundbreaking, as he is widely considered the “go-to guy” for all things Beach Boys, at least in my circle of friends. He really is quite knowledgeable on this subject, so I post his response in its entirety (though edited for various things such as non-capitalized letters and such). I realize this will be interesting to exactly .02% of you reading this, but I felt his breakdown was … breakdown-y enough that other people ought to be able to read it.

It is ground breaking in that it turned pop song form inside out and then tore it up and then taped it back together again. The structure of “You Still Believe in Me,” “Don’t Talk,” and “That’s Not Me” were very bold compared to the standard verse chorus verse chorus bridge (maybe a third verse) chorus. Even songs like “God Only Knows” which was fairly traditional in construction were ground breaking in chord progressions, modulations within the verse and chorus that required another modulation to get back to the original key for the start of the second verse.

Also all of the instrumentation and orchestration was pretty unusual. Most songs have 2 or three basses (2 different electric basses and one acoustic) to give the bass line a really fat sound. Throughout you will hear such exotic (at the time) instruments as the bass harmonica (“I Know There’s an Answer”), accordion (“Wouldn’t It Be Nice”), flute (“God Only Knows”), all manner of other wind instruments (listen for the oboe that doubles the vocal melody on the verses of “I’m Waiting For the Day”) and strings (the surprise slow down at the end of that same “I’m Waiting” as well as all of “Don’t Talk”). Also the intro to “You Still Believe in Me,” is Brian [Wilson] plucking the piano strings of a piano prepared with little washers and stuff on the strings to give it a funny jangly sound. The weird guitar solo in the middle of “Let’s Go Away for a While” was made by using a coke bottle on the guitar strings. These are just a few examples of the kind of innovation and experimentation that the album is chock full of.

Then there is the percussion. Brian had been eschewing the simple backbeat played on the normal drumset and cymbals for a few albums now (check out the original version of “Let Him Run Wild”). The best examples of his spare but dramatic use of percussion are found in “Don’t Talk” (in which the bass provides most of the “beat” and also contains timpani), the tambourine featured throughout “I Know There’s an Answer,” the carefully placed and fairly raucus (for a relatively contemplative song) drums in “That’s Not Me.” The exotic sounding “drums” at the beginning of “Caroline No” (that alternate with the tambourine) are actually orange juice bottles filled with water to achieve the exact sound Brian wanted. Then of course there is “Pet Sounds” which is a percussionist extravaganza.

Also the subject matter was very advanced for the time. Consider what songs topped the charts the same year as “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” (a song about yearning for the day when they could spend the night together) and “God Only Knows” broke into the top 40:

“We Can Work It Out” (Beatles)
“Wild Thing” (Troggs)
“Counting Flowers on the Wall” (Statler Brothers)
“You Can’t Hurry Love” (Supremes)
“Good Lovin’” (Young Rascals)
“Ballad of the Green Beret” (Sgt. Barry Sadler)
“Barbara Ann” (Beach Boys)

Lyrics like “I once had a dream so I packed up and split for the city/I soon found out that my lonely life wasn’t so pretty” strike a sharp contrast to the relatively fun, straightforward approach those other songs took.

Finally there was the depth of the production which in part was based in everything above. You will hear this especially in the stereo version of “Wouldn’t It Be Nice.” Ignore the words and listen to just the instruments. No one else sounded this . . . full and wide open at the time, with the possible exception of Phil Spector productions. I could go on. I have probably said more than you care to read anyway. Enjoy.

On top of all that, the album is enjoyable to listen to. Many “concept albums” are a chore to listen to, as you feel like you ought to be getting something more out of them, but this album still succeeds as listenable.

Tags:

I want to talk about The Lego Movie, but I don’t know how to do it without potentially spoiling things. I don’t want to ruin anything for you, so I’m giving you the chance to not read spoilers by putting the spoilers after the poster. If you don’t want to know anything about the movie, don’t scroll down!

Everything is awesome!

Everything is awesome!

If you are still reading you are not allowed to gripe about spoilers!

You’ve been warned!

This line is to give you one more chance.

Okay, on with the spoilers.

First off, I really enjoyed the movie. It was funny and action-packed, and there was a nice lesson to it, which is what I want to talk about.

I went into the movie expecting a fun little movie that happened to take place in Lego World, but the filmmakers took it farther. It’s really more of a movie that takes place in Lego culture. The main conflict is between two groups: those that build the Lego kits strictly according to the instructions, and those that freestyle it, using whatever bricks they want to make whatever they want. In the movie, there’s a father representing the “Instructions!” side while his son represents the Freestylers. the dad uses Lego as hobby, building things to create sets, while the son uses Lego to build things to play with. In the end, as you might expect, they come to the conclusion that both sides have their strengths, that Freestylers can take what Instructicons (how come the Transformers never had Instructicons? Seems a logical progression to me) do and enhance it.

The struggle serves as a good backdrop to the movie as a whole, and I was surprised at how conflicted I became. When I was a kid Lego had kits, but the pieces were more general. Now it seems more like “this piece was created specifically for this kit because we needed this edge to look a particular way.” Along with that, when I was a kid I just had a bunch of generic Lego that I used to build whatever I could. All the pieces lived in one tub and that’s how I used them. I don’t know how much the kits cost back then because I didn’t buy them myself.

I’ve bought 6-7 kits over the last year, but most are still boxed. I have to be in a very particular mood to want to get them out and assemble them, and I know that once I put them together I’m going to need space to keep them out, as it’s unlikely I’ll ever take them apart again… and now you see where I started having internal conflict during the movie. Somewhere along the line I became an Instructicon rather than a Freestyler. I’m sure a lot of that has to do with age, but not just from a “as you get older your imagination gets less” perspective. It’s also a function of age that you get more set in your ways, more devoted to your quirks and inclinations. When I was a kid, sure, I was more of a Freestyler, but I was already separating out the Lego bricks by color even then. Some of my greatest spaceships were all red and yellow, not because I was a huge McDonald’s fan, but because those were the colors that we had the most of. Now, 30+ years later, I may not separate my bricks by color, but there’s no way in the world I’m letting bricks from one kit mix with the bricks from another. Just the thought of it puts my teeth on edge!

My nephew is big into Lego, like, huge. I couldn’t tell you how many different kits he has, but I can tell you two things:

1. He doesn’t keep the bricks separated. There’s just a huge (huge!) pile of bricks.

2. He got several Star Wars kits from a garage sale a while back and they didn’t have instructions. He put the kits together anyway and they looked like they were supposed to look. I have no idea how he does it.

The movie talks a lot about “master builders,” a person who can see in their mind what they can build given the bricks at hand. I love the way they illustrate it in the movie, but at the same time I was shaking my head with a “no way I’d ever be able to do that” sadness behind it. My nephew’s a master builder, I’m pretty sure. He’s both an Instructicon and a Freestyler, and that’s probably what it takes.

As for me, I think it’s okay to be an Instructicon right now. The problem will come if I ever have kids of my own. “These are daddy’s and they’re not for playing with” is a thing that won’t fly, and I don’t think I’d want it to. I’d want my sons and daughters to play with Lego and build and experiment, I want that even though right now in my head I’m having a hard time even mentally handing over the kits I have. That’s a bridge I’ll have to cross when and if I ever get to it.

Tags:

How have I made it this long without some sort of “a bunch of little things that don’t deserve their own entry but I have thoughts about just the same” category?  I need a better title, but we’ll go with “miscellany” for now, though I also quite like “salmagundi.”

Bulleted for your viewing pleasure:

  • It would appear that NBC is closing up shop on The Michael J. Fox Show, and I want to punch them in their stupid faces. Was it awesome? No. Was it good? I think so. And I definitely think it’s worth waiting for it to get its feet, but that doesn’t seem to be a thing networks do any more.  In today’s environment Seinfeld wouldn’t have made it past its initial season. NBC is jerks.
  • My wife and I watched Captain Phillips and I liked it okay. It was one of those movies that I knew I’d probably like to see but couldn’t work up any interest in seeing, if that makes any sense. But, of course, like any film based on a true story, there’s a lot of “that’s not how it really happened” talk. Maybe we can talk Meags into tackling this one some time.
  • I’ve had my eye on this Lego kit for a while, but it’s been sold out everywhere. I called our nearest Lego store a week ago and he said “It’s not retired, we just haven’t gotten it back in yet.” Well now it’s retired which means anywhere I can get it (eBay) will be at drastically increased prices. Nertz. I was willing to pay $20, I am not willing to pay $50 or more. If you see it, please get it and I’ll pay you back!
  • My wife and I are in season 10 of Cheers and might be able to finish the series before a year has passed since we started it last April. We like it fine, but I’d never rewatch it all the way through. We really didn’t like Diane and Carla is too mean. Frasier and Lilith are pretty much our favorites. We still miss Coach, but Woody’s good, too.
  • Speaking of rewatches, I just finished Season 8 of Scrubs again. This is my 4th or 5th time through, and it won’t be my last. Yes, there’s one more season (and I like S9 more than most do), but the last episode of S8 is the true finale and it’s one of my favorite series finales of all time. Scrubs was my “watch when my wife isn’t ready/available to watch Cheers together” show, so I’m trying to decide what will be next. 30 Rock is a strong possibility, but it’s been several months since I watched Better Off Ted, so…
  • I have plans to go see The Lego Movie tonight with friends and I am psyched. Everything is awesome!

Be well, Lenina Huxley!*

 

*in this instance you are all Lenina Huxley

Tags: ,