Really good movie.
It holds up.
Good attention to detail.
Really good movie.
It holds up.
Good attention to detail.
It really started with National Lampoon’s Vacation.
Ramis was at the stick.
Egon from Ghostbusters.
Hughes really took off with Sixteen Candles.
And that’s the first I saw of the big trilogy.
Those ’80s movies which transcend decade and genre:
Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty in Pink.
The middle one is the best.
Hughes needed a dry run with Sixteen Candles.
The Breakfast Club was the home run.
The grand slam.
Which leaves some holes.
European Vaction [writer].
Weird Science [hasn’t aged well…unless you’re a horny boy].
By Pretty in Pink, Hughes had relinquished direction to Howard Deutch.
Bueller [director] hasn’t aged that well.
WarGames [piece on #QAnon in the works] is much, much better.
Some Kind of Wonderful is another Deutch-directed hole.
Crosses paths with Back to the Future [Lea Thompson].
All of which is to say that Uncle Buck pales in comparison the the true Candy/Hughes masterpiece: Planes, Trains and Automobiles [sic].
No Oxford comma.
She’s Having a Baby [director].
PTA [director] was his second great auteurist masterpiece after The Breakfast Club.
But in Hughes, auteur once again becomes AUTHOR [in the sense of writing].
Hughes was no caméra–stylo savant–no Orson Welles or Hitchcock of angle and mise-en-scène.
It’s the story that matters.
And yet…Judd Nelson’s neorealist performance in The Breakfast Club must have made Hughes the Rossellini of the ’80s…if for only a moment.
[and Nelson its James Dean…briefly]
The Great Outdoors [writer] is worse than even Uncle Buck.
Which is to say, Uncle Buck is WAY better than The Great Outdoors.
But both pale in comparison to Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
Christmas Vacation was a comeback.
Jeremiah S. Chechik owes his career to Hughes [writer] and Randy Quaid [genius].
Hughes only directed once more after Uncle Buck.
And his writing went strictly downhill after the rollercoaster pinnacle of Home Alone.
Money isn’t everything.
The concept of the “family” movie has changed since The Sound of Music in 1965.
Wikipedia, that grand arbiter of officiality, does not primarily recognize “family” as a genre.
They opt for “children’s film”.
Nonetheless, the Wiki article lists “family film” as an alternative name for this nebulous genre.
In 1965, The Beatles were still releasing albums like Rubber Soul.
1966 saw these same alchemists get a bit edgier with Revolver.
By 1967, the whole world was tripping balls to Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.
It’s important to document this sea change in pop culture by way of the personages pictured on the cover of Sgt. Pepper’s:
-William S. Burroughs
-and many others.
Just these four personalities alone made for a shocking collection on the cover of what was sonically a hippy-dippy platter.
But maketh thou no mistake: The Beatles were self-consciously out to SHOCK!
By then, The Beatles were no more.
1968 had come and gone (violently). And The Beatles had reached their zenith (or nadir) of angst with songs like “Helter Skelter” (from “The White Album“).
There were no new Beatles albums in 1971.
Indeed, there was never again a “new” Beatles album
But 1971 gave us Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.
And so, about four years late, Hollywood managed to weave the psychedelia of Sgt. Pepper’s into a bona fide family classic.
It took a while longer before Hollywood had another idea with legs (other than just borrowing from the great minds in rock music).
It is worth noting that the three original Star Wars films (1977, 1980, and 1983) were interpolated in 1982 by a cute alien named E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial.
Sure, there were classic superheroes (like Superman in 1978), but the next real wave was another coup of futuristic thinking.
The Back to the Future franchise raked in whopping revenue of nearly a billion dollars at the box office over the release years of 1985, 1989, and 1990.
But still, no major taboos had been broken in this fragile genre.
There was no auteur conversant in James Monaco’s theories on “exploding genres”.
Yet, two films from this same period stick out as family-proto (not proto-family).
–1988: Who Framed Roger Rabbit? [ooh la la…stretching the genre like Jessica Rabbit stretched her red sequin gown]
-1989: National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation [a real benchmark or signpost…perhaps not as racy a National Lampoon’s Vacation, but still edgy enough to elicit laughter during “the decline of the West” (as Oswald Spengler put it)]
Which almost brings us to the unlikely masterpiece that is Kingpin.
Randy Quaid had been counted on by the National Lampoon franchise for his peerless role of Cousin Eddie.
By 1996, he would become a priceless asset for the makers of Kingpin.
It is hard to chart how we went from The Sound of Music to Kingpin…even with the help of the inestimable Beatles.
If we are to really reach our goal (an explanation), we must follow the followers–the children of The Beatles.
-1970: Syd Barrett was still bloody mad (and brilliant) on The Madcap Laughs [especially the song “No Good Trying”]
-The Mothers of Invention released albums titled Burnt Weeny Sandwich and Weasels Ripped My Flesh [pretty odd, edgy stuff]
-and international artists like Amon Düül II (from Germany) gave the world a whole new organic, electro-bombastic sound to attempt to decode
-1971: The Krautrock invasion continued with CAN’s Tago Mago
-Tribal hippies Comus found the perfect sound with First Utterance
-1972: Hawkwind released their cosmic, perpetual-motion masterpiece Doremi Fasol Latido
-1973: Pink Floyd changed the cultural landscape with Dark Side of the Moon (perhaps presaging the space/aliens films which would preoccupy family film makers in the coming years)
-Brian Eno melted many minds with his masterpiece Here Come the Warm Jets (complete with the balding artist on the cover in drag)
But we missed something significant:
If the 1970s belonged to any one band, it was this one.
-their first two albums were released in 1969
-by the time of Led Zeppelin III (1970), they were competing against overt (though clownish) occultists like Black Sabbath [Jimmy Page of Zeppelin being a more covert, zealous admirer of Aleister Crowley]
–Led Zeppelin IV was released in 1971
–Houses of the Holy saw the light of day in 1973
–Physical Graffiti dropped in 1975
But as Led Zeppelin began to peter out, another group picked up the slack and streamlined the music. Their message was as tough as their humor was bawdy.
AC/DC slapped the world with High Voltage (1976), Let There Be Rock (1977), and other masterpieces which made for a loud world.
But music was just getting started in asserting its agenda for Hollywood.
Iggy Pop dropped two masterpieces in 1977. One light and tough (Lust for Life), and the other a much darker affair (The Idiot).
But the real earthquake…the real force which rent the curtain in the temple was Nevermind the Bollocks, Here’s The Sex Pistols.
From this album in 1977, nothing was ever the same again.
And so the film under consideration, Kingpin, was born from many decades of broken taboos.
Some would call this “progressive” (and then proceed to solicit a donation).
Oswald Spengler might rightly have called it The Decline of the West.
But in the case of Kingpin, I can only call it funny.
I can’t pass judgement on film since 1965.
As to whether it is fit for families to view together.
But I can pass judgement on this film insofar as its most important merit.
It’s damned funny!
I was Munsoned by Cinema Paradiso. Long ago.
I thought I had a chance. But I was Amish. I just didn’t know it yet.
But let’s first start by talking about the dirtbags who frame this film.
#1 is Woody Harrelson (though he starts as just a protégé).
Woody has had an interesting life.
When I was growing up in San Antonio, one of our family shows to watch after the 10 p.m. news was Cheers. This gave us great comfort. Great laughs. And Woody played the character Woody Boyd. One of the bright spots of a great television cast.
But Woody Harrelson’s dad was a hitman (in real life). And he killed (in 1979) U.S. federal judge John H. Wood Jr. right here in my hometown: San Antonio.
It was a drug hit. Harrelson’s father hired for $250,000 to shoot and kill this judge outside of his home. The drug dealer who hired Harrelson got 30 years. Harrelson got life in jail.
Harrelson denied in court that he killed Judge Wood. He claimed he just took credit for it so he could collect the money.
Well, all of this backstory fits quite nicely into the dirtbag saint Woody Harrelson plays in Kingpin.
#2 is Bill Murray. Bill is an old hand (no pun intended). Bill’s character teaches Woody a lot, but Bill’s a real bastard in this film. Of course, this is a comedy. So his ostentatious cruelty is worth a few snickers here and there.
At this point it is worth mentioning the twisted (gifted) minds which brought us this film: the Farrelly brothers.
Peter Farrelly (whose birthday is two day away) and his slightly-younger brother Bobby Farrelly.
You might know them from their work such as Dumb and Dumber and the Jonathan-Richman-chalked There’s Something About Mary.
[N.B. Richman makes a great cameo in Kingpin. We may not have Lou Reed anymore, but thank God for Jonathan!]
The action of our film shifts from Ocelot, Iowa (“Instead of a dentured ocelot on a leash…”) to hard-scrabble Scranton, Pennsylvania.
[home of “Creepy” Joe Biden]
Randy Quaid (#MAGA) is fantastic as an Amish rube with a promising set of bowling skills.
Somewhere along the way, the opportunistic Harrelson becomes Quaid’s manager.
I got great joy out of seeing this.
Because there are few more difficult things than managing “personalities”.
I’ve done it.
Now I have an advanced degree in management.
And still, I know…it’s hard!
But back to family films.
This IS a family film.
But it is also an example of what the family film has become.
In general, this picture would not be suitable for young children to view.
That’s just my opinion.
But perhaps it’s a subgenre of family film.
It’s something which parents with high-school-aged kids MIGHT be able to enjoy with their children.
But I leave that discretion up to the parents.
Because the Farrelly brothers like to SHOCK!
It’s funny. They’re good at it. It has a point. But it might be too lewd for some families.
Speaking of which, it is a quite interesting device with which the Farrellys chose to frame their film: the Amish.
It borders on surreal, but this bawdy comedy always has the temperate presence of the Amish throughout.
In a certain way, I think it does great honor to the Amish.
From an entertainment perspective, it’s genius.
But this is also a road movie.
And we know strange things happen on the road.
I was just so impressed by Woody Harrelson’s acting. It’s effortless. Flawless.
And I was equally impressed by Randy Quaid’s naïveté. Truly an acting coup!
But the film gets REALLY interesting when Vanessa Angel hops on the bandwagon!!
Remember her from Spies Like Us, emerging from that snow-covered tent in her underwear?
Yeah, that’s her.
And it turns out that she’s a very good actress!
Ah, but thank God for condoms!!!
At the end, you will feel proud of your efforts.
To walk out the door everyday into a corrupt world.
We are all sinners.
But music saves us.
“Bad Reputation” by Freedy Johnston is a revelation.
And makes me wistfully recall my last days as a professional musician.
“I Want Candy” is such a tough beat! The Strangeloves!!!
“I Saw the Light” by Todd Rundgren is magical music at a magical moment in this film.
“Showdown” by Electric Light Orchestra is the perfect tune to pit Murray against Harrelson.
But the real eyeopener was hearing “Something in the Air” by Thunderclap Newman.
Such a magical song!
Great movie. Great acting. Comes from a place of reality.
Goddamn, life is sad.
This is not a film to be watched once.
And not a film for young minds (though the pearly Lisbeth Movin gausses gossamer every vignette).
Form ever follows function. So sayeth Louis Sullivan.
Your gauss is as good as mien.
Meshes of the afternoon blur her tearstained smile.
Movin’ on up, now.
In evolution. Function ever following form.
Invocation vs. induction.
Carl Friedrich’s magnetic flux density.
88 miles-per-hour for all us schmucks out there.
Who is crazier:
the witches or the witch hunt?
The conspirators or the conspiracy theorists?
Myths overlaid like handiwork upon reality.
So that all of life is misunderstood.
Not a theory, but a story.
A hall-of-mirrors lens.
By my watch.
What century you got?
The witch craze.
The accusation frenzy.
Hysteria. Wisteria. Listeria.
Meanwhile, there was a fucking war going on.
Day of Wrath. Dies irae. Rachmaninov obsessed with the downward spiral.
The Houellebecq method of citation.
Tag and seek.
Luddites invading Fort Meade.
Digital grinders. And grindermen.
That USJFCOM found an enemy at a propitious time.
Inviting Christensen down from Harvard Business School to disrupt.
From Häxan through the Swedish.
Most everything passes through Denmark here.
The last executioner.
The founder (with a Grinder man) of neuro-linguistic programming who was charged with murder.
Age differences in relationships. [Aha! A sesame seed!!]
Pagans. Odin. Wednesday.
Hair parted right down the middle like John Waters’ mustache migrated due north (prove that you’re not a robot).
Professional videogame player?!? Where’s the market for that…
And, of course, The Gambia. No industrial light nor magic there.
White white white.
White man say all good thing come from him.
White man invent every innovation.
White man naturally attracted to white woman.
A Victoria’s Secret Angel with leprosy. Yowzah!
Norwegian jazz. A bit like Utah jazz.
But, most of all, yodelers!
Which is how I got on this string.
The grave importance of string theory.
Because her needlepoint tells a story.
A mother walking hand-in-hand with a son.
But the mother is the younger one.
The two mothers.
One a goddess of archetype.
The other a bored housewife.
You actually have to go back to 1590 for this kind of boredom.
But it comes alive. Kiss.
Thanks to Dreyer. A true auteur. A true Danish genius.
Anna Svierkier acts her flabby behind off.
Thorkild Roose looks like Hume Cronyn in Brewster’s Millions (1985).
Such sad perfection from Sigrid Neiiendam.
It is not the hero role for Preben Lerdorff Rye.
No Ordet, this.
He might be stuck in the bog. Or he might have gone around the bog.
It’s like a bad porno.
But Movin is a star on the order of Adrianna Nicole.
The Blue Bunny.
Brown is the Warmest Color.
Somebody please cast Adrianna Suplick in something.
Suplick? Movin. [Golly.]
Which is to say that Lisbeth Movin fills up the screen like a supernova.
Collapsing. Prolapsing. Yikes…
Her husband cofounded the works at Hellerup.
Godspeed you b!ack emperor tomato
Spells ALM. And nobody thought code.
Fearsome beauty of genius.