Jack Rose died suddenly in December, leaving behind a nice body of work including Kensington Blues, Raag Manifestos, and Two Originals. Noted mostly for his American Primitive solo guitar music, Rose’s previous two records Dr. Ragtime and Pals and Jack Rose and the Black Twig Pickers present a shift to a full-bodied sound featuring other players. Luck in the Valley, released last month as his last album, continues this progression. It is tempting to read the pathos of his death into songs like the excellent “Blues For Percy Danforth”, which sounds closer to his earlier Takoma-inspired work. And in a way, it would be nice to hear more “serious” tracks that can be linked up into some kind of meaning-of-death constellation. For fans with this mindset, Luck in the Valley might be disappointingly happy. But it would be unfair to begrudge Rose’s last album for emphasizing fun and enjoyment over theoretical depth. John Fahey infamously dismissed his earlier work as “cosmic sentimentalism,” a criticism that seems to strike more at the expectations of listeners than the quality of his music. If we move beyond considering Rose’s songs as spiritual mood enhancers, there is a lot of good music to enjoy on Luck. Rose sounds like he was having a good time at the end. -- Scott Coomes
Described by its creator — talented illustrator Neill Cameron — as "a martial arts rom-com slice of life soap opera," this webcomic is about the lives of the people who run and participate in an alternate universe fight club known as "The Thump." The story, at least the first part of it, aligns itself with the perspective of Catriona, a down-on-her-luck paramedic whose life turns around when she responds to an ad that leads to her becoming The Thump's resident nurse. I like her, because she's spunky and doesn't have inhumanly pneumatic bodily proportions. Equally charming is Alex, who videotapes the fights to later sell on the internet to "a certain kind of teenager that'll lap that shit up." Read the comic, cry when you hit the last page and realize you're all caught up and now have to wait for future installments which might not ever come due to Cameron's being a kickass illustrator who now gets paid for his awesome skills, and then check out Cameron's personal site, which offers a nice peek into his process. -- Erin Price
All the President's Men is rightfully known as the best movie about journalism ever made, but it's most notable for not focusing its paranoia in the form of several nefarious people. The last film in director Alan Pakula's "paranoia trilogy" (which includes Klute and The Parallax View), All the President's Men is notable in the genre for never depicting the agents of paranoia that torments reporters Bob Woodward (Robert Redford) and Carl Bernstein (Dustin Hoffman). Yes, we know them to be agents of the Nixon Administration, but because they're never seen in the movie, it's never clear exactly what constitutes a victory in the fight against corruption. We know that the reporters' lives are in danger, but from whom? The CIA? FBI? Deep Throat says "everybody is involved," after all. Woodward and Bernstein's reports eventually result in the imprisonment and resignation of Nixon and his cronies, yet Pakula downplays it with the perfunctory rattling off of punishments on The Washington Post's press in a manner fitting the lack of closure of lenient punishments for a few solitary figures. The institutional rot went deeper and will persist as long as culprits remain identified. You may not see anyone over your shoulder, but that doesn't mean they're not somewhere. -- Eric Freeman
Nov 17, 2009 0
Conventional wisdom on Mad Men is that there are two sides of the main character: 1) Don, the smooth-talker who sleeps around and plays it cool, and 2) Dick, the defenseless country boy who shies away during confrontations and altogether seems weak. I reject the distinction.
Nov 13, 2009 0
Season 3 was about Destruction, but the quiet kind of destruction. We saw JFK die, an event which Weiner once claimed he didn’t feel like showing, because what was left to say? Well, Weiner managed to be the first person in years, maybe decades, to say something new about the JFK assassination: far from changing everything and spoiling everyone’s fun and destroying Camelot, it was the best thing to happen to the characters all season. It opened their eyes.
Sep 30, 2009 1
We’ve talked a lot over the last few weeks about Mad Men being about the Rise of the Boomers and how it pushed out a lost generation too young to fight in World War II and too old to drop acid with gurus and dropouts. The series depicts the end of a way of life, and if Conrad Hilton represents the embodiment of it, then Paris is the figurehead of what it has become. The Hilton name signifies something very different in 2009 than it did in 1963, and that dissonance says a lot about the culture shift that informs much of the series.
Sep 9, 2009 1
I know logically that kids shouldn’t wear the helmets of dead Prussians on their head, much less helmets with bullet holes in them. I also know that adults shouldn’t let pre-teens drive their car. But the problematic thing about Gene Hofstadt is that, despite all the times we thought he was going to turn out to be a racist, an abuser of children, an incestuous pedophile, or a dementia-ridden wreck, the more the episode went along the more I found myself … I don’t know if “admiring” is the right word, but the man deserved respect.
Aug 19, 2009 0
It’s a central part of Mad Men’s appeal that our protagonists — who make jokes about how their tomboy daughters are “little lesbians” and can’t stand to ride in the same elevator as a black janitor — have an eerily admirable amount of respect for things we didn’t know we were missing. Like the scene in the Season 2 premiere where Don is in an elevator with a lady and two crude young men, and Don tells one man to take his hat off before just going ahead and doing it for him. Of course, this scene is morally ridiculous if you consider that Don is a regular adulterer – if you consider that the crimes perpetrated against his wife far outweigh any amount of mental damage a woman could suffer from overhearing a few dirty jokes. But the morality of Mad Men is more complex than our own morality.
