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by Jesse Walker

Friday, January 17, 2003
SELF-PROMOTION: Before today, it seemed like everyone was weighing in on the Eldred decision except the single figure who, more than anyone else, inspired the case. Now he's finally speaking out. Ladies and gentlemen: my exclusive
interview with Mickey Mouse.


posted by Jesse 4:27 PM
. . .
FOUND ART: Letters to my old L.A. address still get forwarded to me, almost a year after I left California. A Michigan outfit called McCray Press, for example, has sent me a laminated bookmark that bears the image of many flowers and the text of the twenty-third Psalm. On the other side, there's an obituary: "Cora Nelson, 100, of Vallejo, Calif., died Monday, Nov. 11, 2002, in Vallejo. Mrs. Nelson was born Jan. 2, 1902, in Ozan, Ark. She was a homemaker. Survivors include one brother, Jesse Walker of Los Angeles..."

Evidently, I have a dead sister who's older than my grandparents.

A letter was also enclosed:

"DEAR FRIEND:

"Kindly permit us to extend our most sincere sympathy in your recent bereavement.

"Many families who have suffered such a loss have obtained permanent records from us of an Obituary Notice which appeared in the local area, in tribute to the memory of their loved one.

"We have made a photo copy of the obituary account and preserved it forever in laminated clear plastic which will never discolor or tear. We think this beautiful floral Memorial Card will be a treasured Memento for years to come, for you and your family and friends. (We have laminated only this one item at this time).

"We are sure you will like this Laminated Memorial and will desire to keep it, since it has been prepared especially for your consideration by Handicapped Personnel who receive no subsidy from any kind of Government Agency.

"While you are under no obligation whatsoever, we would appreciate it very much if you would send us $3.00 for the enclosed Laminated Obituary. This will assist us in continuing this service for other families also. 'Thank you.'

"You will undoubtedly want to order additional copies for other members of the family, friends of attendants. We will be able to process the laminating within a few days after receiving your order along with proper remittance.

"It is also possible now to include an 'Actual Photograph' of your loved one in the memorials, if you desire -- and can furnish us with one original photograph for reproduction. For complete prices regarding the addition of colored and/or black and white photos, please see bottom of order form. (Your original photo will be returned with laminations).

"Minor corrections can also now be made in the obituary notice at 'no charge'. We can also change the date at the top on request. (This is taken care of right after we receive your order and remittance).

"We will be looking forward to hearing from you in the very near future."


posted by Jesse 2:05 PM
. . .
Thursday, January 16, 2003
A FACT THAT I HAVE UNDERSTOOD INTELLECTUALLY SINCE CHILDHOOD, YET APPEAR NOT TO HAVE COMPLETELY ABSORBED IN PRACTICE, EVEN AT AGE 32: If it's below freezing outside, one should wear one's shoes and socks while taking out the trash.


posted by Jesse 3:49 PM
. . .
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
MORE CONCISELY: What I really mean to say about Pete Townshend is this: If he's innocent, then this is a witch hunt. And if he's guilty, then at last I know how the Catholics feel.


posted by Jesse 12:03 PM
. . .
Monday, January 13, 2003
PRETEEN WASTELAND: Pete! Oh, Pete! We didn't care much about Gary Glitter to begin with, so it didn't unravel our minds to learn about his predilections. Jerry Lee Lewis hailed from the hills; we could write off his taste for cousinly young'uns as a bit of local culture. But you, Pete ... well, this is a bit much coming from you.

For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about: Pete Townshend has been
arrested for viewing child pornography online. He has confessed to the deed but not to the presumed intent: He was researching the sexual exploitation of children, he says, not participating in it. As a longtime Who fan, I hope he's telling the truth -- hope his explanations for his behavior sound so defensive and so curiously repetitious because he's upset anyone would accuse him of pedophilia, not because he's desperately trying to weasel out of a tight spot. It's true that Townshend has been speaking out against kiddie porn for a while now, a fact which supports his version of events. Of course, it's also true that, a couple decades ago, he was simultaneously an anti-drug crusader and a junkie.

Even if he was looking at the stuff as a disgusted investigator and not as a lusty boy-lover, that doesn't mean he'll be spared a jail term. I don't know what the law is in England, but here in America journalists have been imprisoned for doing exactly what Townshend claims he was doing.

Meanwhile, the whole Who catalog suddenly seems a bit ... dirty. You can make your own foul jokes about the phrases "before I get old" and "the kids are alright." Me, I feel grimy enough for titling this item "Preteen Wasteland."


posted by Jesse 6:24 PM
. . .
Saturday, January 11, 2003
MUSIC 2002: Next week the season of musical Oscars begins (how many ceremonies are there now? 600?) with the American Music Awards. My own favorites for 2002 follow, but with a difference: I made pretty much no effort to keep up with new releases, so this list simply features the 10 best CDs I bought last year, regardless of when they were published. Even the new albums are mostly made of older material.

1. Bob Dylan:
Live 1975 (2002)

His best concert album. Ever.

2. Sir Douglas Quintet: 1+1+1=4/The Return of Doug Saldaña (1970/71)

The reissue of the year: two of Doug Sahm's finest albums, one of them never before available on CD. The songs range from honky-tonk to jump blues to psychedelia to jazz -- if a musical style has ever drifted through Texas, Sahm can (a) play it brilliantly and (b) combine it casually with everything else.

3. Louis Armstrong: The Best of the Hot 5 and Hot 7 Recordings (2002)

A new collection of old music, recorded from 1926 to 1929 and released in countless forms since then. Surely you don't need me to tell you how good Louis Armstrong was?

4. The Klezmatics: Possessed (1997)

For lack of a better term, I'll call this avant-klezmer.

5. Penelope Houston: Birdboys (1988)

Sublime folk-rock from a punk pioneer. (Before she went solo, Houston was in the Avengers.) For years I only had a pirated tape of this out-of-print album; now, thanks to the Internet, you and I can acquire the CD directly from the artist. Best track: "Putting Me in the Ground."

6. The Beatles: Revolver (1966)

As with Birdboys, an illicit tape of this has been in my collection for years. In 2002 I finally got around to buying the damn CD.

7. André Popp: Delirium in Hi-Fi (1957)

Popp does to the recording studio what Spike Jones did to the jazz band.

8. Johnny Cash at Madison Square Garden (2002)

Cash's most recent studio album was a mixed bag -- but with this brilliant live set from 1969 hitting stores at the same time, who could complain? Bloggers caught between hawkish and dovish sympathies will especially enjoy the singer's declaration, re: Vietnam, that he's "a dove with claws."

9. Manu Chao: Clandestino (1998)

A European folky/punk who digs hip hop, too.

10. Clarence Gatemouth Brown: Gate Swings (1997)

One of the great bluesmen gets a swinging big band. If you don't like this music, you're un-American.

Honorable mention:

Beck: Sea Change (2002)
Dave Davies: Bug (2002)
The Quintessential Billie Holiday: 1933-1935 (1987)
The Holy Modal Rounders: I & II (1964)
Wilco: Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (2002)


posted by Jesse 2:42 AM
. . .
Thursday, January 09, 2003
FROM THE WIRES: This apparently went out to around 800 media outlets. It's not the most flattering profile that's ever been written about me. Actually, it is, but only because there aren't any others:

January 3, 2003 - Wireless Flash
Fake Middle East Records Don't Make Collector Falafel

BALTIMORE, Md. (Wireless Flash) -- You might not be able to stomach fake bellydancing music but it doesn't make Jesse Walker "falafel." The Baltimore-based journalist is, perhaps, the world's biggest fan of "fake Middle East music," a genre that usually features American musicians playing a westernized version of Arab music.

Walker says "fake Middle East music" has been around for more than 100 years and was most popular in the 1950s and 1960s, during that era's bellydancing craze.

However, the genre's best known song is "The Streets Of Cairo," a 1893 ditty known by its schoolyard lyrics: "There's a place in France/ Where the ladies wear no pants/ There's a hole in the wall/ Where the men can see it all."

So far, there are no signs of "fake Middle Eastern music" becoming popular with anyone other than Walker. Still, he's optimistic, figuring that, given enough time, "even fake traditions become living cultural currents."

Walker discusses "fake Middle Eastern music" in the latest issue of "Cool And Strange Music Magazine."


posted by Jesse 11:56 AM
. . .
Wednesday, January 08, 2003
WORK MEMOIRS: The strangest job I ever had was when I helped move a clandestine dog farm. I'm being deliberately sensationalist when I call it a "dog farm" -- that makes it sound like some sinister poodle-milking operation. A woman was simply raising a bunch of dogs, to sell as pets. As for the "clandestine" part ... well, we'll get to that later.

My friend Josh and I were recruited by the dog-raiser's son's girlfriend, with whom we worked at an Ann Arbor bookstore. The job paid $8/hour, she told us, all tax-free. That sounded good. So the next morning, we got up early and drove into the countryside, where we were given our instructions: dismantle these fences and load them into the truck; help corral the dogs into another truck; bring it all to the new location; then do the same for the dog-raiser's personal property. It should, we were told, take about three hours, tops.

Along the way, Josh filled me in on the backstory. The dog-raiser (I'll call her Mary) had no license for her breeding business and not much income. She had actually been evicted about six months before, but kept coming up with excuses not to leave or pay the rent she owed. She'd even told her landlord, quite falsely, that her son had died, and that she'd find the money once she was finished mourning. Today was her final deadline to leave before the landlord called the cops.

It was around this time that I started to wonder if she'd actually pay us for our help.

Much of our work, I soon discovered, consisted of sitting in the truck a safe distance from Mary's new house while she scouted around to make sure no one would see us at work. Turns out she hadn't told her new landlord about her business, and that she didn't want any of her neighbors noticing it either -- especially anyone who might tell the zoning authorities. A couple hours later, we finally set about re-erecting the fences and avoiding the hounds. The dogs' new home was located by a lake at the bottom of a hill, just low enough that no one could spot it from the road.

Were we done? No, not yet: we still had to move Mary's personal effects. Upon returning to her old house, we discovered that the landlord and his son had started this job for us, tossing armloads of her property into a sloppy pile in the yard: knick-knacks, food, CDs without cases, soiled paperbacks, silverware. Mary sat in the middle of the heap, crying, and Josh and I nervously began to load her stuff into the truck.

At some point during all this, it became clear that this was going to take much more than the promised three hours, forcing me to find a substitute on the fly for my afternoon show at the college radio station. It was a good thing I did: we wound up working a full 11 hours, 10 of which I was eventually paid for. A few years later, after I'd left Ann Arbor, I heard that Mary had been locked away in either a jail or a mental ward -- my informant wasn't sure which.

I came home, weary and emotionally drained, to find the place in an uproar. It involved a lot of bad craziness among some of the odder people who liked to hang out at our house -- rumors, panic attacks, even allegations of paranormal activity -- and it ended with my girlfriend and me breaking up in the wee hours of the next day: January 8, 1993.

So. What were you doing 10 years ago today?


posted by Jesse 10:55 AM
. . .
Wednesday, January 01, 2003
WELCOME TO 2003: Every January I make the same resolution: to try, as best I can, to be less of an asshole than I was in the previous year. Since it's probably impossible to avoid being an asshole all the time, I expect I'll be making this promise each New Year's Day for the rest of my life.

I'm not sure I've managed to keep my resolution every year, but if you chart the course of my assholehood over, say, five-year increments, I think I've been making some rough progress. I may never eliminate my assholery, but perhaps, over time, I can diminish it.

Have a good new year, everyone. May you be safe, prosperous, and happy for the next 12 months, and don't let the rest of us assholes get you down.


posted by Jesse 12:09 PM
. . .
Tuesday, December 31, 2002
TREE AND LEAF: I haven't seen The Two Towers yet, and it'll probably be a while before I do. The first film in the trilogy didn't exactly blow me away, and I expect to have a similarly mixed reaction to this one, but I'll still watch it sooner or later, if only out of respect to my Younger Self:
The Lord of the Rings was my favorite book from around age 8 to age 12, at which point I discovered Vonnegut and pretty much abandoned the high-fantasy literature that had been a staple of my preteen years. For all his flaws, I still have a warm spot in my heart for Tolkien, though not for the sometimes awful imitations he inspired. It's a warmer spot, actually, than that occupied by Vonnegut, who by the '80s was turning out his own awful imitations of himself.

By college, my favorite Tolkien tale was not The Lord of the Rings but "Leaf by Niggle," a short story he published first in 1947 and then, paired with the essay "On Fairy-Stories," as the slim volume Tree and Leaf in 1964. Both the story and the essay are defenses of fantasy, and it is the essay that includes Tolkien's famous response to those who deride fairy tales as escapist: "Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in a prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if, when he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls?"

As a self-contained argument, the essay is engaging but not really complete. As a companion-piece to the short story, it serves quite well. Faerie, it declares, "holds the seas, the sun, the moon, the sky; and the Earth, and all the things that are in it: tree and bird, water and stone, wine and bread, and ourselves, when we are enchanted." It is this realm that the title character creates in "Leaf by Niggle," devoting his spare hours to a vast picture he's painting in a tall shed in his garden. Like Faerie -- or, more broadly, Fantasy -- Niggle's art serves as an escape, a fantastic diversion from a bland and bureaucratized life. While the world around him seems obsessed with trite legalities and matters of state, Niggle passes his time in the act of creation, inventing a new reality that not only is preferable to the world of a "serviceable cog" (Tolkien's phrase), but at story's end is truer than that world as well.

"On Fairy-Stories" declares the chief purposes of fantasy to be recovery, escape, and consolation, and Niggle's painting serves as each. It is a recovery of a clear view, the work of an artist "who can paint leaves better than trees" in a country where the individual leaf is sacrificed to the higher collective order. It is an escape from the "nuisance" of one's "duties" to that order. And it is a consolation, not only for Niggle but, later, for all those who use the world he has created "for convalescence." A theme of the essay reverberates in the story: that the fantasist, at his best, creates something more real than can ever be fashioned by the world's jailers, and that long after all the jails have decayed, Faerie will remain.

For a monarchist, Tolkien was quite the anti-authoritarian. His hobbits lived in a Chestertonian sort of anarchy; and Niggle is, in his ground-down way, an individualist hero -- smaller, realer, and altogether more interesting than the boring supermen favored by another sort of libertarian.


posted by Jesse 6:10 PM
. . .
Monday, December 30, 2002
FORTY YEARS AFTER: First
'92, then '82, then '72 -- you may have sensed a pattern by now. Next up: my favorite movies of 1962.

1. The Exterminating Angel
Directed by Luis Bunuel
Written by Bunuel and Luis Alcoriza, from a play by Jose Bergamin

This was the first Bunuel film I ever saw. A dozen or so later, it's still my favorite.

2. The Music Man
Directed by Morton DaCosta
Written by Marion Hargrove, from a play by Meredith Willson and Franklin Lacey

A real movie musical, completely liberated from its stage origins, with a sophisticated score and an enjoyable anti-bluenose streak.

3. What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?
Directed by Robert Aldrich
Written by Lukas Heller, from a novel by Henry Farrell

"You mean, all this time we could've been friends?"

4. Knife in the Water
Directed by Roman Polanski
Written by Polanski, Jakub Goldberg, and Jerzy Skolimowski

Polanski's first feature. Very tense.

5. The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence
Directed by John Ford
Written by James Warner Bellah and Willis Goldbeck, from a story by Dorothy M. Johnson

Unravels one legend, helps invent another.

6. The Manchurian Candidate
Directed by John Frankenheimer
Written by George Axelrod, from a novel by Richard Condon

My memory's a little hazy and I might be getting the chronology confused, but I'm pretty sure I went to a revival screening of this hyper-paranoid thriller on my first date, back in high school. Make of that what you will.

7. An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge
Directed by Robert Enrico
Written by Enrico, from a story by Ambrose Bierce

One of two templates for Siesta, Jacob's Ladder, Lulu on the Bridge, Abre Los Ojos, The Sixth Sense, Vanilla Sky, and Donnie Darko.

8. Carnival of Souls
Directed by Herk Harvey
Written by John Clifford

The other template.

9. Lawrence of Arabia
Directed by David Lean
Written by Robert Bolt and Michael Wilson

After Woman of the Dunes, this is probably the best movie ever made about sand.

10. Lolita
Directed by Stanley Kubrick
Written by Kubrick, from a novel by Vladimir Nabokov

Officially, the screenplay is by Nabokov, but the shooting script bore little resemblance to the novelist's self-adaptation. It is, at any rate, a fine black comedy, with especially amusing performances by Peter Sellers, James Mason, and Shelley Winters.


posted by Jesse 11:21 AM
. . .
Sunday, December 29, 2002
SELF-PROMOTION: A while
back, I mentioned a piece I wrote for Reason about utopian experiments in the suburbs. That article is now online.


posted by Jesse 11:14 PM
. . .
THE INFANT AVANT GARDE: The weekend before Christmas, I spent many hours playing with a one-year-old cousin. That meant I got to see heaps of picture books and toys, and that meant I experienced a pair of epiphanies -- new ones to me, though the parents among you might think them old hat:

1. The books are also toys. Tactile tomes like
Pat the Bunny used to be rare; now they're everywhere. The familiar pop-up book continues to thrive, along with more radical artifacts that do not pop up so much as they unpack. A children's book might include a mirror or two, a series of strategically placed holes, or some detachable creatures that can be played with separately; it might come in a special waterproof edition, printed on material that bears no resemblance to paper or even to cardboard; it might owe more to its designer than to either its author or its illustrator.

There is as much experimentation in these books, as much willingness to move beyond traditional ideas of narrative and of text itself, as in the most avant-garde postmodern novel. I'm especially enamored with the brief but endlessly fascinating Hello Bee, Hello Me, to the point where I may have to buy my own copy.

2. The toys, meanwhile, are also texts: they speak, sing, or are covered with writing. If there are books that are more interactive than ordinary toys, then there are toys that contain more actual words than some of the books. There may be a direct line between installation art and these mass-produced playthings, the chief difference being that the latter tend to be more concerned with delighting their audience.

Whatever this strange in-between medium may be, I found some more examples of it at the Walters art museum today. Searching the building for some hint of modernism, R. and I stumbled on its manuscript room, which contained handcrafted books both from medieval times and from the last few years. The second group turned pop-ups and the like toward more mature and eccentric themes, transforming the toy-book into an avenue of adult expression.

Meanwhile, yet another plaything -- the video game -- is converging with the movies, creating what looks to me like a mass art in its Nickelodeon stage. Toys, games, books, art: there's a hundred culture-studies papers to be written about all this, I tell you. (Ninety-nine of which were probably published long ago. Chances are pretty good that I'm late to this party. Oh, well: it's nice to be here, nonetheless. Hello, bee. Hello, me.)


posted by Jesse 10:54 PM
. . .
Friday, December 27, 2002
THIRTY YEARS AFTER: In which I continue to avoid listing my favorite films of 2002. I've already offered top-ten lists for
1992 and 1982 as substitutes. Now we visit 1972.

1. The Godfather
Directed by Francis Ford Coppola
Written by Coppola and Mario Puzo, from Puzo's novel

Well, duh.

2. The Ruling Class
Directed by Peter Medak
Written by Peter Barnes, from his play

The rap on this movie is that it isn't nearly as profound as it thinks it is. My response: Yes, but it's funny.

3. Images
Directed by Robert Altman
Written by Altman and Susannah York

An unacknowledged horror picture.

4. The Candidate
Directed by Michael Ritchie
Written by Jeremy Larner

Every time I flip by this on TV, I wind up watching it to the end.

5. Frenzy
Directed by Alfred Hitchcock
Written by Anthony Shaffer, from a novel by Arthur La Bern

Hitch's most modern movie -- this is the second-to-last film he made, and the first with any nudity or genuinely graphic violence -- is also remarkably traditional, a straightforward thriller starring one of his most familiar characters: the innocent man wrongly accused.

6. Sleuth
Directed by Joseph L. Mankiewicz
Written by Anthony Shaffer, from his play

Witty, suspenseful, perfectly crafted.

7. The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie
Directed by Luis Bunuel
Written by Bunuel and Jean-Claude Carrière

Cinema's greatest surrealist having fun.

8. Cries and Whispers
Written and Directed by Ingmar Bergman

One of the most painful and depressing films I've ever seen. Part of me thinks it should be much higher in this list. Another part doesn't want to include it at all.

9. Play it Again, Sam
Directed by Herbert Ross
Written by Woody Allen, from his play

Remember when Woody was young enough that you could hope he gets the girl without creeping yourself out?

10. The Heartbreak Kid
Directed by Elaine May
Written by Neil Simon, from a story by Bruce Jay Friedman

For once in his mostly regrettable career, Neil Simon shows some fangs -- or maybe I should credit Elaine May for refusing to soften the story's edges. Either way, this comedy is exquisitely cruel.


posted by Jesse 6:52 PM
. . .
SELF-PROMOTION: The February issue of Reason arrived today. It includes two short pieces I wrote for the Citings section: a quick report on the matrículas program, which has partially achieved the arguably impossible task of devolving immigration policy to the local level, and an abridged version of my November
column on "free speech zones."


posted by Jesse 4:51 PM
. . .
THE YEAR IN LITERATURE: In the last year, I have read novels -- in some cases two or more novels -- by William Burroughs, Michael Chabon, Daniel Clowes, Max Ernst, Graham Greene, Alfred Jarry, Ken Layne, Jonathan Lethem, Ken MacLeod, Haruki Murakami, Frans Masereel, Tim Powers, Greg Rucka & Steve Lieber, B. Traven, and Gore Vidal. And probably others I'm temporarily forgetting.

None of them were published in 2002. I therefore have absolutely no thoughts on the state of fiction in the last year.

This end-of-the-year-roundup thing is easier than I thought.


posted by Jesse 4:45 PM
. . .
Thursday, December 26, 2002
SELF-PROMOTION: The January/February issue of The American Enterprise contains many articles on homeland security that give short shrift to civil liberties. It also includes my brief review of The Nat Hentoff Reader, in which I praise Hentoff for his lifelong devotion to civil liberties. Irony abounds.


posted by Jesse 3:29 PM
. . .
TWENTY YEARS AFTER: In which we continue the
practice of listing the top ten movies, not of this year, but of other years ending with the digit "2." Today: the best of 1982.

1. Sans Soleil
Written and Directed by Chris Marker

A bizarre and wonderful essay-film about Africa, Japan, festivals, robots, Hitchcock, and much, much more. There is no movie in the world that is remotely like this one.

2. Danton
Directed by Andrzej Wajda
Written by Wajda, Jean-Claude Carrière, Jacek Gasiorowski, Agnieszka Holland, and Boleslaw Michalek, from a play by Stanislawa Przybyszewska

The best film ever made about the French Revolution, salted with pointed parallels to events in the director's native Poland.

3. Blade Runner
Directed by Ridley Scott
Written by Hampton Fancher and David Webb Peoples, from a novel by Philip K. Dick

There are those who say the director is the true author of a movie. That theory doesn't fit this film, which owes its greatness to Dick's story and Lawrence G. Paull's production design. That said: if you haven't seen Blade Runner before, it's the director's cut that you should rent, not the studio's somewhat blandified original release.

4. Fitzcarraldo
Written and Directed by Werner Herzog

Herzog's best picture, about a mad scheme to build an opera house deep in the Brazilian jungle.

5. Dimensions of Dialogue
Written and Directed by Jan Svankmejer

As with most of Svankmejer's short films, this is rather difficult to describe. Suffice to say that you might never be satisfied with ordinary animation again.

6. The Draughtsman's Contract
Written and Directed by Peter Greenaway

Greenaway is one of those moviemakers whose shorts tend to be better than his features, perhaps because there isn't enough time for the picture's conceit to get tiresome. Despite that, this feature-length puzzle-box about sex, sketches, and secret societies is my favorite of his films.

7. Burden of Dreams
Directed by Les Blank

A documentary about the making of Fitzcarraldo (see above), in which Werner Herzog seems at least as mad as his title character.

8. Moonlighting
Written and Directed by Jerzy Skolimowski

No, not the TV series. This one's a rather depressing picture about Polish workers in London during the Solidarity uprising.

9. The Return of Martin Guerre
Directed by Daniel Vigne
Written by Vigne, Jean-Claude Carrière, and Natalie Zemon Davis, from a novel by Janet Lewis

A middlebrow historical picture. Sometimes they're actually good, you know?

10. America Is Waiting
Written and Directed by Bruce Conner

A music video of sorts, though I doubt it ever aired on MTV.


posted by Jesse 2:04 PM
. . .
Monday, December 23, 2002
SELF-PROMOTION: Behold, my latest Reason Online
column. It is, basically, the product of a man who faced a deadline, and wanted to write something about the late Joe Strummer, and realized he didn't have it in him. How do you get a whole article out of the observation that "Career Opportunities" is about as close to perfect as a rock song can get? You can't; or I can't, anyway; I just put on the record, pause to enjoy it, and write about Time's silly Persons of the Year award instead. Rest in peace, Joe.


posted by Jesse 5:47 PM
. . .
TEN YEARS AFTER: I wish I could add to the flurry of December top-ten movie lists, but I haven't seen enough of the year's films to do a credible job. Many of the pictures on other critics' lists haven't even made it to Baltimore yet. I'm as fond of this game as the next fellow, but I won't play until I have a reasonably complete deck.

Until then, I offer a different list -- instead of the top movies of 2002, my favorites ... of 1992:

1. Glengarry Glen Ross
Directed by James Foley
Written by David Mamet, from his play

It's a filmed play, and it shows. But it's also the best Mamet adaptation ever to grace the screen.

2. Unforgiven
Directed by Clint Eastwood
Written by David Webb Peoples

Wise and bleak.

3. Brother's Keeper
Directed by Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky

How is it that two moviemakers could go to a small town, start filming the real events transpiring there, and somehow capture a story more engaging, compelling, and mysterious than almost everything produced by people who get to make shit up?

4. Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me
Directed by David Lynch
Written by Lynch and Robert Engels

The Cannes crowd praised Lynch's Wild at Heart, and then they lacerated this prequel to his TV series. I think they got it exactly backwards.

5. Prime Suspect 2
Directed by John Strickland
Written by Allan Cubitt and Lynda La Plante

A very solid Brit mystery miniseries, complete with red herrings, unpredictable plot twists, and other features sadly lacking from most TV police procedurals -- including, alas, some of the subsequent Prime Suspects.

6. Reservoir Dogs
Directed by Quentin Tarantino
Written by Tarantino with Roger Avary

Keep your stupid backlash, and stop blaming him for all the poor imitations he inspired. I like Tarantino, and I can't wait for him to finish another movie.

7. The Player
Directed by Robert Altman
Written by Michael Tolkin, from his novel

Altman does Hitchcock.

8. Candyman
Directed by Bernard Rose
Written by Rose, from a story by Clive Barker

Lots of horror movies are based on urban legends. This one is about urban legends, and the whole process of cultural transmission they represent. And yes: it's scary, too.

9. Swoon
Directed by Tom Kalin
Written by Kalin and Hilton Als

The best Leopold 'n' Loeb movie ever made.

10. Zentropa
Directed by Lars von Trier
Written by von Trier and Niels Volser

A very un-Dogme movie from the man who invented Dogme.

Honorable mention:

11. A Brief History of Time (Errol Morris)
12. The Crying Game (Neil Jordan)
13. Wayne's World (Penelope Spheeris)
14. My New Gun (Stacy Cochran)
15. L.627 (Bertrand Tavernier)
16. Malcolm X (Spike Lee)
17. Rock Hudson's Home Movies (Mark Rappaport)
18. Highway Patrolman (Alex Cox)
19. Barjo (Jerome Boivin)
20. Léolo (Jean-Claude Lauzon)

Sooner or later, I'll work up a list for this year too. Or else I'll leap even further back, and give you my favorite films of 1982.


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