Cultural critic James Wolcott, on the new film critic:
"Film critics today have become these rabid completists... They feel like that with festivals, they have to see everything, no matter how minor. Part of it is bragging rights. The other part is that the only thing that feeds into their movie writing is other movies."
A podcast with Jordan Brady, the director of I Am Comic: Part II
By Adam Lippe
Here is part II with Jordan Brady, stand-up comic, and director of the new documentary on stand-up, I Am Comic. While this podcast was recorded at the same time as part I (which you can find here) and it’s not required to listen to it to understand part II. You’ll probably be confused though, so I still recommend it, especially if you want to know about the minutia on films you’ve never seen like Jordan’s films The Third Wheel, American Girl, Dill Scallion, and Waking Up in Reno.
Anyway, this podcast deals with why Jordan secretly thinks I’m a big fan of I Am Comic, the wondrous film career of Pink Lady and Jeff star Jeff Altman, what exactly is the stand-up comedy version of AA, how a machine can detect the success of stand-up comedy, and why the film The Aristocrats is actually just a big joke on the audience. And there’s a bonus at the very end, so don’t turn it off right away.
You can listen to the podcast by clicking below or downloading it to your computer.
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Whenever there’s a genre parody or ode to a specific era of films, such as Black Dynamite’s mocking of Blaxploitation films or Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof, the second half of Grindhouse, the danger is that the film might fall into the trap of either being condescending without any particular insight, or so faithful that it becomes the very flawed thing it is emulating.
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Though the 16 year old me described the 1994 weepie Angie, starring Geena Davis as a Brooklyn mother raising her new baby alone, as “maudlin and melodramatic,” Roger Ebert, during his TV review, referring to the multitude of soap-operaish problems piling up on the titular character, suggested that it was only in Hollywood where Angie would get a happy ending. “If they made this movie in France, Angie would have shot herself.”
Well Cold Fish was made in Japan, where Angie would have shot herself and that would have been the happy ending.