Fascinating collection of photographs depicting the borders of numerous European nations.
Since the signature of the Schengen Agreements in 1985, the borders of most of the European continent have been erased little by little from the landscapes and people’s imaginations.
“The voice of the special rebels and prophets, recommending discontent, should, as I have said, sound now and then suddenly, like a trumpet. But the voices of the saints and sages, recommending contentment, should sound unceasingly, like the sea.” ~ G.K. Chesterton
2015 was a year of traveling everywhere and watching movies on a laptop or hotel TV, patched with an HDMI cable and bypassing the terrible in-room content delivery service. I did see a *few* films in theaters. But by and large I wound up viewing most entertainment on a small screen, crammed into a seat on an airplane, or late at night in a hotel bed.
Charlize Theron in Mad Max: Fury RoadFirst up, let’s talk about the movies I saw in theaters… which were pitifully few. I did see Star Wars twice, though! What a great film. But, ultimately, it fell second to Mad Max: Fury Road, the most incredible cinematic feat, in my humble opinion, in the past decade or so.
What Fury Road and Force Awakens share in spirit is a return to practical special effects. They look spectacular. So much is being done in-camera. With Fury Road, almost every single insane stunt is happening for real.
They also both share a keen awareness for how to use action set pieces to drive narrative storytelling. And Mad Max‘s story is quite possibly the simplest one imaginable: a sustained chase sequence. Characters must travel from A to B. Here’s how we unfold that story: characters run, they get chased. Lather, rinse, and continue for roughly 2 hours.
Behold, my epic list of the top 5 films I saw in an actual theater!
Favorite Theatrical Viewings
Mad Max: Fury Road
Star Wars: The Force Awakens
Inside Out
Bridge of Spies
Inherent Vice
Ernest Borgnine and Betsy Blair in MartyNext up: my favorite films seen for the first time in 2015.
I watched, in all, 102 films (although one qualifies as a miniseries) in 2015. Out of all of these, I have chosen 20 that I really, really liked. And at the top of that heap, isMarty.
Paddy Chayefsky’s excellent 1953 teleplay Marty, originally written for The Philco Goodyear Television Playhouse, and starring Rod Steiger in the titular role, was expanded into a feature length film in 1955. Ernest Borgnine played the lonely butcher with a heart of gold, Marty Pilletti. Burt Lancaster produced. Delbert Mann directed.
I’ve long known that Marty was a classic film, winner of 4 Oscars: Best Screenplay, Best Actor, Best Director, and Best Picture at the 1956 Academy Awards. But I never watched the film until 2015, 60 years after its original theatrical debut.
Marty is a love story with all of the classic tropes, and none of the lazy storytelling that plagues 99.9% of all similar films today. It’s the kind of film that will push every button you have, and leave you with a smile in the end. Nothing else I watched on the small screen last year punched more holes in my emotional defenses and left me more filled with joy.
Favorite Films Seen For the First Time in 2015
Marty
Steamboat Bill, Jr.
It’s Such a Beautiful Day
The French Connection
Whiplash
Panique au Village (A Town Called Panic)
The Guest
What We Do in the Shadows
Ex Machina
C’era una volta il West (Once Upon a Time in the West)
The Running Man
The Immigrant
Philomena
Ida
The Wolf of Wall Street
In Bruges
The World’s End
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
It Follows
V/H/S
Behold: every movie I watched in 2015… alphabetized… 102 in all.
A.I.
Anchorman 2: The Legend Continues
The Avengers: Age of Ultron*
Barbarella
Behind the Candelabra
Birdman or (the Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)
Blades of Glory
Blue Velvet
The Book of Life
Brave
Boogie Nights
Bridge of Spies*
Burke & Hare
Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
Cosmopolis
Crimson Peak*
The Devil’s Advocate
Dirty Pretty Things
The Double
Double Indemnity
The Empire Strikes Back
Encounters at the End of the World
Ex Machina
The Fifth Element
Fantasia 2000
Fletch
The French Connection
Gambit (2012)
Godzilla (2014)
Going Clear: Scientology and the Prison of Belief
Grabbers
Gravity
The Guest
Hellboy II: The Golden Army
Hitch
Home Alone
Home Alone 2: Lost in New York
Housebound
Howard the Duck
Hauru no Ugoku Shiro (Howl’s Moving Castle)
Ida
Idiocracy
The Immigrant
In Bruges
Inherent Vice*
Inside Out*
Insidious: Chapter 3*
It Follows
It’s Such a Beautiful Day
Johnny Dangerously
The Last Unicorn
La Legge (The Law)
Lilo & Stitch
Listen Up Philip
Longford
Mad Max: Fury Road*
The Master
Marty
Men in Black
Mystery Men
Never Let Me Go
A Night in Casablanca
Night Train to Munich
Noah
Oleanna
Olive Kittredge**
C’era una volta il West (Once Upon a Time in the West)
Pacific Rim (x 3)
Philomena
Pitch Perfect
Gake no ue no Ponyo (Ponyo)
Return of the Jedi
Revenge of the Pink Panther
The Ridiculous 6
Robin Hood
Rocky Horror Picture Show
The Room
The Running Man
Rush Hour
Scanners
Shallow Hal
Sleepless in Seattle
Star Wars
Star Wars: The Force Awakens* (x 2)
Steamboat Bill, Jr.
Stonehearst Asylum
Tales from the Darkside: The Movie
Kaguyahime no Monogatari (The Tale of the Princess Kaguya)
Taxi Driver
The Terminator
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
Panique au Village (A Town Called Panic)
Transformers: Age of Extinction
V/H/S
V/H/S 2
Watership Down
What We Do In The Shadows
Whitey: United States of America v. James J. Bulger
Whiplash
The Wind Rises
The Wolf of Wall Street
The World’s End
* = denotes theatrical viewing
** = denotes a “mini series” or “television movie”
So many… advancements in the world of music were made common in 2015. Apple Music finally launched. Spotify continued to not impress me. Rdio got ready to die. Grooveshark… well… whatever. Shazam, Sound Hound, SoundCloud, AOL Spinner, NPR, Last.fm… music streaming and discovery is a little bit nutty these days.
I decided to remain subscribed to Apple Music, despite its design flaws and confusing controls. The upshot is that fellow subscribers can enjoy all 30 songs from my Top of 2015 music playlist. Hooray for you guys!
Read on for my top 10 albums of 2015!
1. Sufjan Stevens – Carrie & Lowell
My choice for the best album of 2015 was cemented early in the year with the release of Sufjan Stevens’ brutal koan, Carrie & Lowell. I was quite possibly the first person to pre-order the album when it went on sale. I also snapped up tickets to see The Soof perform in my town- San Diego.
Then the album arrived on my doorstep, fully-formed, like Quasimodo on the steps of Notre Dame. Perhaps the term, “concept album” applies, here. Perhaps it’s more like a breakup album, mashed with a dirge, sort of if you could close the gulf between Beck’s Sea Change and last year’s Morning Phase. Or Warren Zevon’s self-titled 1976 album and 2003’s The Wind. He died on my 20th birthday.
Carrie & Lowell is also like Of Montreal’s The Past is a Grotesque Animal, it’s all over the map, yet tightly-bound by the purpose and training behind years of practice and performance.
The album is utterly devastating and an ear worm all at once. An odyssey of heartbreak and memory.
When I emerged from the opera house after a face-melting extended performance of Blue Bucket of Gold I knew that there could be no doubt about it. Not only is it the best record of 2015, but also it’s Sufjan’s best record to date.
What is a poet? An unhappy man who conceals profound anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so fashioned that when sighs and groans pass over them they sound like beautiful music. His fate resembles that of the unhappy men who were slowly roasted by a gentle fire in the tyrant Phalaris’ bull—their shrieks could not reach his ear to terrify him, to him they sounded like sweet music. And people flock about the poet and say to him: do sing again; Which means, would that new sufferings tormented your soul, and: would that your lips stayed fashioned as before, for your cries would only terrify us, but your music is delightful. And the critics join them, saying: well done, thus must it be according to the laws of aesthetics. Why, to be sure, a critic resembles a poet as one pea another, the only difference being that he has no anguish in his heart and no music on his lips. Behold, therefore would I rather be a swineherd on Amager, and be understood by the swine than a poet, and misunderstood by men.
~Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or
2. Grimes – Art Angels
Grimes scrapped an entire album between Visionsand Art Angels. Must’ve been quite the refinement process, because AA is a juggernaut of constant pop-deformation. The album bristles and crackles with a raw creative energy that all the producers and all the studio finesse in the world couldn’t replicate for other young pop-stars trying to graduate to faux-rebel, damaged-goods astral plane of stardom. I just had some beer.
3. Kurt Vile – B’lieve I’m Goin Down…
Kurt Vile, formerly of The War on Drugs, has been churning out albums at a steady clip since 2007’s Constant Hitmaker. His latest is a sprawling, rambling opus filled with big, old-hearted men and rockstars who are so self-aware that they regard themselves in the third person and eventually forget their own identity. Just listen to lead single Pretty Pimpin and you’ll be hooked.
4. Bombadil – Hold On
Thank you, Bombadil, for remaining creative. Although Hold On is not as terrific as All That the Rain Promises or Metrics of Affection, it does have plenty of hooks and jingles to keep you coming back for more and more and more.
5. Shye Ben Tzur, Jonny Greenwood and the Rajasthan Express – Junun
Paul Thomas Anderson’s documentary about the making of Junun was a transcendent experience, primarily driven by the music in the film. The album is every bit as fascinating as the film itself, and they both benefit as a result. Maybe I will have a sip of wine, now.
6. Youth Lagoon – Savage Hills Ballroom
2012’s Wondrous Bughouse was a masterwork of garbled lyrics, wrinkled-laundry-pile arrangements, and psychedelic scripture. SHB is more like the hangover after a graduation party. Now what? Make another album but do it with more restraint and awareness of limitations… but also awareness of where the good stuff can take you.
7. Beach House – Thank Your Lucky Stars
The second full-length release from Beach House in 2015 (the first being Depression Cherry) is the strongest in a long time. Both a throwback to the trinket-gaze of their first two albums and a departure easily on-par with U2’s All That You Can’t Leave Behind. The last time I saw Beach House perform was somewhere in Cleveland…
8. Tame Impala – Currents
With each record, Tame Impala have reached higher than before. Currents is no exception. Outside of every other album in my list (save Carrie & Lowell), this one is perhaps the best cohesive experience. I found it hard to pick songs out without wanting to hear the next one and so on.
9. Destroyer – Poison Season
Times Square. Dan Bejar’s palette has been constantly expanding and contracting over the years. Kaputt was a high-water-mark, and yet, here is Poison Season to up the ante just a little bit more. Chamber-Anti-Folk. That’s what I’m calling it. I don’t care. I’m drunk… almost.
10. Natalie Prass – Natalie Prass
Like a lost trove of Disney princess songs scattered across several decades and mixed with some singer / songwriter stock motifs. Aw what the heck, she’s a girl from Richmond, VA. I’ll be she’s been to GWAR-Bar at least once.
Where’s the rum bottle I had in the cupboard? Did I finish it already? I can’t remember…
Get ready. Because this review is going all over the place.
In Steven Spielberg’s excellent new film, Bridge of Spies, the character of James B. Donovan, based on the real-life man of the same name, wonderfully played by Tom Hanks, utters a line of dialogue.
Tom Hanks as James B. Donovan in Steven Spielberg’s Bridge of Spies
“It doesn’t matter what other people think. You know what you did.” James B. Donovan, portrayed by Tom Hanks
He’s talking to somebody who could be perceived in the minds of many people as a possible traitor to his nation. When this person turns to him and tries to tell him that he never betrayed the trust of those he fought for, James cuts him off and says the above line. It’s delivered in such a reassuring, confident manner by Hanks… you just feel that everything he says is good, right, and true.
This line prompted a startling realization in me. The truth is always what’s real. And reality beats the lie every time. No matter how many people believe the lie; no matter how long the lie is popularly given assent as the truth… it cannot prevail over the truth. Because the truth… well, that’s the only thing that is unequivocally real.
Amazon Studios, Ridley Scott, Frank Spotnitz and Isa Dick Hackett have combined forces to bring Philip K. Dick’s award-winning 1962 novel The Man in the High Castle to the screen, this time as a TV series, sans commercials and traditional airdates.
The result is a ten-episode first season that carefully establishes a world of such intricate realism, you’ll rub your eyes and look twice at the world outside your door.
Luke Kleintank as Joe Blake and Burn Gorman as “The Marshall”
For the uninitiated, The Man in the High Castle imagines a world in which the Allies lost World War II after the Germans beat the U.S. in the race to build an atomic weapon and used it to wipe out Washington D.C. President Roosevelt is assassinated and the USA becomes excessively isolationist, refusing to enter the war. In short order, the Germans invade and conquer on the eastern front, the Japanese on the west.
The young characters in the small-screen presentation of this story grew up in this world, where pre-war America is a mythical land that never was. For older characters, the USA is nothing but a nostalgic memory of a bygone ideology.
The world that has been established in place of ours is terrifying in the scope of its realization. High-speed German “rockets” carry important passengers across oceans and continents in mere hours, much of Africa has been reduced to a post-nuclear wasteland, and the Greater Nazi Reich (formerly the USA east of the Rockies) has achieved a model society where everyone who belongs has a place… and those who do not belong are exiled or exterminated.
Rupert Evans as Frank Frink
Also in this alternate world is a shadowy figure referred to as “The Man in the High Castle”
The titular character is… SPOILER ALERT-
…never actually shown (that we know of) in the first season of this series.
Upon reaching the climax of the tenth episode, you could be forgiven for thinking that Adolf Hitler fits the description, because he is indeed a man who resides in a castle high in the Alps.
Who this man is… is kind of beside the point. The reason he is supposed to be so important is that he can provide uncanny intelligence information to the various resistance sects in operation.
The way he does this is obfuscated by the fact that he requires enigmatic film reels which depict other alternate possible realities, perhaps even ones in which the Allies won the war. Where these film reels come from and how they are produced is anybody’s guess. But their effect is palpable.
Imagine growing up in a totalitarian society and being told your whole life that you are lower than your oppressors… only to be shown a depiction of a world where none of this is true. People wander out of movie theaters with misty eyes, wishing that they belonged to the celluloid world they just beheld, instead of this cruel meat world they’re actually bound to.
The beauty of this material is that Philip K. Dick never resorts to giving easy answers or trite summations. His purpose is in spelunking the deep recesses of what it means to be human and alive at the same time. The profundity of his work may be lost on some filmmakers (see: Impostor, Next, Screamers, and yes, PAYCHECK) while others have successfully mined his short stories for mind-bending sci-fi thrills (Minority Report, Total Recall, The Adjustment Bureau.) But perhaps the two very best adaptations of his works came from two very distinctive voices in cinema: Ridley Scott and Richard Linklater.
Ridley Scott shot a little movie named Blade Runner, based on a script that was based upon PKD’s novel, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? in 1981. PKD himself was able to influence the production of the film and was screened some of the test footage before he passed away. Ridley Scott serves as an executive producer on The Man in the High Castle.
Years later, Richard Linklater shot an adaptation of A Scanner Darkly, a much more true-to-the-book adaptation than most. He utilized rotoscoping techniques to “animate” digital footage of actors and distort their environments.
Both of these films deal with overlapping ideas of self, self-awareness, humanity, and consciousness. In Blade Runner, the story revolves around a cop whose explicit job description is to assassinate robots posing as humans. In A Scanner Darkly, the story revolves around a cop whose explicit job description is to find the purveyors of highy-addictive, mind-alerting drugs and expose them, even as he goes deeper and deeper undercover as a drug-using narc himself.
The climactic scene of The Man in the High Castle, wherein a certain character experiences an unusual sensation as the refrain “round and round” from The Twist by Chubby Checker plays in the background, recalls an inner monologue by Bob Arctor, the main character of A Scanner Darkly,
Time. Suppose, he thought, time is round, like the Earth. You sail west to reach India. They laugh at you, but finally there’s India in front, not behind. In time, maybe the Crucifixion lies ahead of us, as we all sail along, thinking it’s back east.
…
The First and Second Coming of Christ the same event, he thought; time a cassette loop. No wonder they were sure it’d happen, He’d be back.
This subject matter is heavy and not straightforward. While some storytellers have taken the most basic idea from a PKD story (“A guy can see the future!” = NEXT) and turned it into dumber-than-a-bag-of-hammers pop cinema. Others have taken the material and seen it faithfully translated into a visual medium. The Man in the High Castle is among the pantheon of the best adaptations.
There are numerous references to the novel and the world it depicts, from Nathaniel West to Chubby Checker, to Stanley Kubrick’s Lolita. One of the finest additions to the story that is not explicitly lifted from the novel is the character of Obergrüppuenfuhrer John Smith.
Rufus Sewell as Obergrüppenfuhrer Smith
Rufus Sewell is adept at playing malevolent, smoldering characters that can charm in one scene, and appall in another. His portrayal of an American collaborator-turned-SS official is chilling, warm, terrifying, and sympathetic all in one go. He is one of the best characters on the show.
Nazis are too often relegated to the dust-bin of history as the go-to bad-guys. But why? They were people. They had life, they had goals and aspirations. They had rationales for why they did what they did. The ideological tenets of the Nazi Order are rarely discussed today. But they did appeal to a large swath of the German populace at one point. They seized power without a majority representation in the Reichstag. And they built one of the most fearsome military-industrial empires the world has ever seen. How did they do this?
Rufus Sewell’s character shines a light into the darkest corners of the Schutzstaffel and the Nazi war machine. He also creates a believable antagonist who feels deep conviction that his beliefs are supported by the predominance of the Nazi regime. The evil that they embodied is given a whole new life through his character’s journey through season 1. Chilling.
There is expository dialogue and some waffle-y character motivations at certain junctures in the storytelling. However, these minor missteps do not detract from the overall success of the world-building that has been done. The alternate reality presented in The Man in the High Castle is believable, detailed, and holistic.
And ultimately… in question.
As Robert Arctor muses in A Scanner Darkly,
“But a photo can get accidentally reversed, too, if the negative is flipped – printed backward; you usually can tell only if there’s writing. But not with a man’s face. You could have two contact prints of a given man, one reversed, one not. A person who’d never met him couldn’t tell which was correct, but he could see they were very different and couldn’t be superimposed.
…
“Then it shall come to pass the saying that is written,” a voice said. “Death is swallowed up. In victory.” perhaps only Fred heard it. “Because,” the voice said, “as soon as the writing appears backward, then you know which is illusion and which is not. The confusion ends, and death, the last enemy, Substance Death, is swallowed not down into the body, but up – in victory. Behold I tell you the sacred secret now: we shall not all sleep in death.”
And back to Bridge of Spies with Mark Rylance as Rudolf Abel, we have a summation of the rationale behind why a stubborn man who will cling to his beliefs can withstand the provocations of the enemy.
“This one time, I was at the age of your son, our house is overrun by partisan boarder guards. Dozen of them. My father was beaten, my mother was beaten, and this man, my father’s friend, he was beaten. And I watched this man. Every time they hit him, he stood back up again. Soldier hit him harder, still he got back to his feet. I think because of this they stopped the beating and let him live… “Stoikiy muzhik”. Which sort of means like a “standing man”… Standing man…” Rudolf Abel, portrayed by Mark Rylance
At the end of The Man in the High Castle, most of the characters are reeling from the events of season 1. But one of them… Nobosuke Tagomi… is on a park bench, and he stands up. The Man in the High Castle may be watching, after all. Who knows what accounting he shall give…
Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil. ~ Ephesians 6:11
The world is filled with pretend rulers and false kings. In the end… only what is true will survive.
Count me excited for Season 2 of The Man in the High Castle next year.