Bygone days of the Opera-Man and Lunch Lady Land we remember with a fondness for simpler, lighter times. Though fame, movie deals and questionable scripts have perhaps tainted our perception of Adam Sandler, Stan and Judy’s kid still has some of the old, stupid magic in him.
‘100% Fresh’, a title tipping the middle finger to the abundance of terrible reviews his most recent film ventures have garnered on the infamous Rotten Tomatoes, is truly a delight throughout, by design.
Directed in part by Steve Brill, with Paul Thomas Anderson (Yes, that one) as Director of Photography for an evening of shooting on film and segments directed by Nicholaus Goosen. ‘Fresh’ is a constructed pastiche of Sandler back out on the road. Sometimes in a cramped New York club, sometimes in huge sold out arenas, the footage collected gives us a taste of the Adam Sandler that captured our filthy little hearts and minds, leaving us gasping in the aisles.
In between anecdotes and short jokes that bank on either a strange image or something to cringe over, we are privy to similarly constructed tunes that take on the minutiae of life (Slow, old folks crossing the street, an unhygienic Uber driver, the dangers of candy) and colors them with familiar apt silliness.
The structure of the hour plus is one made to remain consistent and there is rarely a moment where the joke doesn’t quite work. It appears as though hours upon hours of footage was rifled through for the best takes and with those in tow, a solid (100% fresh) special was crafted to be all killer no filler. This is a neat (and sneaky) trick, but the sentiment is the same. Despite inflated movie premises that bank on weirdly heavy product placement, the Sandman (a name he drops several times in self reference), is back, or rather, never left.
The hysterics wind down in the last 20 minutes or so for some reflection on the past, culminating in a tear-jerking tune dedicated to the departed Chris Farley.
Without giving it all away right here, it’s easy to see the ease at which Sandler can craft jokes, tell stories and sing songs remains. Let’s hope to see more from this side of the Sandman in the future.
Dolores O’Riordan, lead singer of The Cranberries has died at the age of 46 in London. Rolling Stone has a statement from O’Riordan’s publicist stating, “Irish and international singer Dolores O’Riordan has died suddenly in London today. She was 46 years old. The lead singer with the Irish band The Cranberries was in London for a short recording session. No further details are available at this time. Family members are devastated to hear the breaking news and have requested privacy at this very difficult time.”
With her debut, Marry Me, Annie Clark (St. Vincent) painted a pastel picture rife with an inky-black rage, though perhaps suburban frustration. Her second album, Actor, saw a release in tension, but a tight focus on the blaring ennui that is life, a fairy tale with bloody consequences. Strange Mercy, I would argue her most personal record to date wound through glimmering tales of shadowy triumph and rebellion. Her latest, St. Vincent (self-titled), paints a picture of Ms. Clark we were not previously privy to, that of her as a Future Queen, mining a realm of diamond-encrusted microchips and leaving few standing in her wake.
The tremors of a new album coming out, rumored collaboration with the likes of Kendrick Lamar, among others, along with the release of her directorial debut on the upcoming all female horror anthology film ’XX’, Annie has been busy. A snippet of a new song, which I will call, for lack of title “New York is New York”, gives us a taste of what she may have in store, a sweet, yet chilling tune with lyrics that are as likely to embrace you as break your neck. There is promise for bigger and brighter darkness to come from the established guitar virtuoso. It is unclear which direction she will take this new album in. Having always made the guitar scream, weep or laugh at her whim, she has let the synthetic seep in, adding yet another layer to her very varied discography. We may see a further merging of the two in new and exciting ways, and perhaps a sprinkling of horns found both on Actor and her joint project Love This Giant with David Byrne of the Talking Heads. Whatever it is Clark has cooking up for us, it is sure to please the ear, put a lurch in your stomach and tug at your heart strings in one fell swoop.
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This is merely a work in progress, the finer points I assure you will come as I sit and toy with the idea, but below you will find a list of songs and a basic outline of the story I’d like to tell. Thanks for checking out what I assure you is 100% worth your time.
CRJ Jukebox Musical (Title Coming Soon)
by Anthony Wetmore
Run Away With
When I Needed You
I Didn’t Just Come Here to Dance
Hurt So Good
I Really Like
Call Me Maybe
Carli: Bright-eyed 20 something. Short dark hair, pale complexion, radiant eyes, very laid back unless provoked. Growing more cautious with each new piece of information.
Jeremy: A sandy-haired late teen who enjoys the simple things; skating, girls, music. Very non-descript. Could be anyone.
Vicki: A vibrant young woman in her late 20s, she wears loud colors and sports a short bob cut with a shock of pink hair dye. Caring and kind, but can be turned off just as fast.
Lights up on a young girl, Carli, sitting on a stoop outside of what appears to be a house,
looking down, at her shoes, deep in thought over the huge fight she just had
with Jeremy, her boyfriend of six months, when suddenly her cell phone rings. [Song: Boy Problems]
After the conversation with Vicki, she hangs up, feeling a
little better now that the two have made plans for the following Friday. Carli
reflects on her friendship with Vicki, and finds herself grateful. [Song snippet: Run Away With Me]
As she makes her way
home, she is over come with a sudden chill and a rough itchy black patch on her
wrist which she can’t help but scratch at constantly. She vomits a small amount
on a corner before disappearing off-stage and back to her home.
Upon entering her room, Carli immediately collapses on the bed, falling asleep. Waking a short time later
she notices Jeremy has called her a
number of times, in addition to texts, in a fit she throws her phone across the
room, shattering it with an eerie strength. [Song: First Time] Overcome by some new power, Carli spitefully pictures what a return to Jeremy would be like,
laughing off the image of him tearful and sorry.
She picks a new phone out of her dresser drawer, powers it
on to call Vicki, invigorated, but
genuinely curious about her spreading black rash. They research together, but
come up with little information, much to Carli’s dismay. Vicki offers to spend the night as a comfort,
but Carli declines, nervous about her growing strange violent urges. Vicki has
finally left and Carli has shed more skin, revealing a fine thin layer of hair
on what appears to be a strong, shiny insect-like limb. The fingers completely
fallen away, Carli smiles, the lights go dark. [Song snippet: The chorus of Good Time plays over a PA, fading in and
out, almost inaudible]
Several Months Later
[Song: Warm Blood] Lights
up on Carli, further transformed by the strange illness, half of her face is
covered in that fine shiny black hair, the eye has gone red and swollen, but
her demeanor is that of a rejuvenated Olympian. In her basement, an utter disaster
in terms of debris and blood splatter, a few body parts can be seen in odd
places, and there are piles of blood clothes. Carli is beginning to embrace her
true nature. A phone call; it’s Jeremy.
She coughs, clearing her throat and answers, after some minor back and forth
she agrees to meet him for coffee. [lights
Carli, now appears to be her normal self, with some
inconsistencies in make-up and bone structure to a particular side of her face,
arrives at a gas station only to meet Jeremy, who is also on route to their
scheduled date. They trade awkward greetings with vague displays of casual
affection before actually talking. Carli convinces him to come back to her
place instead. Alone. [Song: Body Language]
[Song: Black Heart]
Upon arrival, Carli is quick to
show Jeremy the basement and even faster, she tears away her faux face, taking
more of her original skin off with it and showing him what she has become, a
spider hybrid, bugging, bulging red eyes spin in place as an odd number of
large legs jut out and attempt to find purchase in opposite directions. Jeremy
falls backwards and is overcome by her form, only to end in muffled screams.
Satisfied, Carli collects herself and reassumes her human form slowly,
eventually nailing his pants to the wall alongside a series of other various
clothing along the wall.
[Song snippets: When
I Needed You]
Vicki has all but disappeared from Carli’s life since she
has developed her new abilities and in a rush of blood and viscera, Carli is
struck with a longing for that sort of natural easy relationship she’d shared
[Song: Your Type]
After lamenting and several attempts to call Vicki that end
in failure, Carli drops the notion and grows angrier still. She camouflages
herself and sets out for the night.
[Song: I Didn’t Just
Come Here to Dance]
We find Carli at a club, dancing with anyone and everyone,
drinking and genuinely having a good time at first. The club is small and
packed, she sees an opportunity. Carli, silently extends her rear two insect
legs and begins to tear apart the legs of the men who come up to dance with
her. Amid the chaos of music lights and alcohol, no one notices the slow
decline in club goers, and certainly not the pool of blood filling out the
dance floor. Once a patron slips in the mess, Carli takes this as her cue to
slip out the back door, satisfied with her work.
That night, the body count is totaled on the news to be in
excess of 15, the authorities having lost count due to the complicated nature
of counting pieces of many bodies in strewn on one location. [Song snippets: LA Hallucinations]
Surprised by a text from Vicki, Carli spirals into joy and
ruminates on her future, friendless, or forgiving, she finds herself torn
between two worlds. [Song: Hurt So Good]
The two meet and ultimately
reunite after mulling over the minor details and the trajectory of their time
together as close friends. [Song:
Time passes and life calms down, Vicki and Carli grow closer
and develop something more than friendship, neither willing to fully address
the situation, it is an understood comfort. [Song snippet: I Really Like You into Gimme Love]
The situation finally comes to a head one day when Vicki finds
what she assumes to be an engagement ring hidden in Carli’s laundry. Carli
seems hesitant at first, but then is over come with joy as they celebrate their
coming nuptials. [Song: Call Me Maybe; snippet
of E*MO*TION; snippet of The One fading in and out at the finish] Vicki goes home to spread the good news and
just as she leaves, Carli runs to the bathroom to get sick. [lights fade]
The lights come up on an apartment some months later, it is
lived in and there is a mingling of styles, evidence that the wedding has taken
place and the nesting has begun. Carli and Vicki share a meal in the evening that
ends abruptly when Carli claims to have gotten an urgent phone call. After
disappearing to the bedroom shortly, she dashes for the door without a word. As
she reaches for the knob, we see her insect appendage and a busting seam where
Carli’s make-up is wearing away. [Song:
Store, snap to black]
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Kanye West, enigma of a man, Hip-Hop Monolith for some, future President? has always been on the outlandish side of life, to the benefit of art and music, depending on how you feel about him as a whole. Finally though, he may be speaking sanely for the first time in a long time.
As reported by Entertainment Weekly, Mr. West not only praised Frank Ocean’s long-awaited follow up to channel orange, Blonde, but went so far as to say the following:
“If anyone at radio really loves music … Come together and pick your favorite Frank Ocean song and play it at least 10 times a day,” West tweeted his plea plainly. “Every station across the globe. I Heart. Clear Channel local stations. Satellite. Every station. This will make the world better.”
Whether or not this works to the benefit of Blonde is yet to be seen, but one thing is absolutely crucial in these dark strange times: LISTEN TO FRANK OCEAN.
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