A combination of (a) my hastily written opinions/reviews about my latest pop culture excursions; (b) inner musings that may come of those excursions and/or unrelated phenomena; (c) good practice toward, and a low-budget prototype for, an eventual webzine; and (d) whatever seems to work well that day.

Thursday, June 26, 2003

PERRY COULD BE JUST WHAT SOME NBA TEAMS NEED IN TODAY’S DRAFT

Joseph Perry, the 5’8-1/2” late bloomer who most basketball fans — and coaches and scouts, for that matter — have never heard of, could be just what a few salary-strapped teams are looking for in today’s NBA draft.

Perry, nicknamed “The Antidote” because of his diplomatic style in the locker room and the fact that he would work for far below the NBA minimum salary, has risen from obscurity as a technical magazine editor (an employment position voted number three in a recent USA Today poll, “Most Sedentary Jobs in the United States”) to become a projected first-round pick.

“It’s a true Cinderella story,” said one NBA general manager who, like all other NBA personnel interviewed for this article, wishes to remain anonymous. “Perry adds great appeal to whichever team drafts him and the entire NBA because he is ‘one of them,’ a fan who made it to the big time without ever having played ball in college or high school.”

Perry’s experience on the hardwood floor is admittedly limited. He managed his eighth grade team, the Lodi (California) Senior Elementary Vikings, to a division championship, and then all but retired from the sport until nearly a decade ago, when he played as power forward in the initial year of the obviously height-strapped Advanstar Funkfakers, a Eugene, Oregon-based work-related city league team.

This truly “old-school baller” brought back the set shot to his team’s arsenal and made history by scoring the team’s first field goal (a two-point set shot that was so beautiful, team alumni still talk about it to this day). Unfortunately, it was also 1/6th of the team’s total scoring that night. He also showed flash and dash in moments such as when he passed to a teammate through an opponent’s legs.

But Perry’s major contribution to the ‘Fakers came in a manner which no one foresaw. Early in the second season, an errant pass from a teammate in practice tore cartilage on the ring finger of his left hand. His relegation to the injured reserve list for the rest of the season left the door open for a younger, more skilled player, and the Funkfakers were off to, if not more wins, at least higher-scoring games.

The only knocks on Perry that NBA higher-ups will talk about are his aforementioned lack of playing time — not to mention skill — lack of understanding of the game, conditioning, height, and weight.

“Perry is a bit short for his weight, it’s true,” said an NBA assistant coach. “But he is getting into better shape thanks to his stint with ComedySportz (an improvisational comedy group). It has done wonders for his conditioning. When he first started with CSZ in late February of this year, he could barely make it through four minutes of ‘Forward/Reverse’ (a game that often requires improvisers to repeat physical tasks such as jumping into and out of a scene) without getting winded. Now he could go six minutes — except that ‘Forward/Reverse’ doesn’t run that long . . .”

NBA insiders aren’t disclosing Perry’s weight, but on the up side, are saying he weighs far less than Oliver Perry (no relation) and Robert “Tractor” Traylor did in their rookie years. “Of course, he doesn’t have their height or limited skills at that point, either,” said an NBA head coach. “But what he does bring to the table — er, make that to the team — is coachability and a willingness to do whatever is asked of him.”

One thing that will likely be asked of him is to spend as much time as possible on the bench so as not to put a game in jeopardy. “When it comes down to crunch time, I want to be the one jumping up from the bench and saying, “Give the ball to so and so!” said Perry.

“During workouts, the guy’s been more generous with the rock than Jason Kidd ever dreamed of,” said one NBA player. “Unfortunately, his generosity often extended to the other team as well, as many of his passes were picked off by defenders. No one can say that the game’s not exciting when he’s in.”

With his willingness to work for less than the NBA minimum salary — and therefore far below the first-round-draft-pick minimum salary — eagerness to allot his playing time to fellow team members, and ability to keep his mouth shut about all of it, Perry is a diamond in the rough that a few NBA teams might want to consider mining. “Nothing is expected of him by coaches and players except to collect paychecks for minimum contribution,” said one NBA draft analyst. “A lot of NBA players already do just that. Perry offers the same thing but much more marketability. Who’s going to be down on him when he gives fans the opportunity to dream that the same thing could happen to them?”

Indeed. If Perry is drafted today, at that moment across our great land, thousands of half-empty beer cans may be set down, tens of thousands of hands may stop in mid-reach toward the bowl of chips, and an “If that joker can do it, I can do it, too!” attitude may take hold like never before — or at least since Hillbilly Jim’s wrestling career started as a planted fan-from-out-of-the-audience in the 1980s.

The nation waits with baited Fritos breath.

Friday, June 20, 2003

"Seinfeld," "I Love Lucy," and "The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis" are my three favorite sitcoms of all time. Scintillating information, isn't it? Just thought you'd like to know. "The Dick van Dyke Show" would have to rank highly, as well.

More later. I'm off to TWO improv shows in Portland tonight!

I know, gentle readers, it has been a while. However, in my perosnal life, that is good. It means I have been busy. Too busy to blog. But, inevitably, if I miss blogging about an event or two, it gets harder and harder to catch up. So to catch up, I'll simply state here that I felt the new Jim Carrey vehicle, "Bruce Almighty," was worth the $4.75 matinee price I paid, and if you're in the mood for a feel-good comedy and a fairly reeled-in Carrey, there's a lot worse out there that you could be throwing your cinema cash at. Jennifer Aniston's performance wasn't exactly as strong as it was in "The Good Girl," but then, she carried herself well enough for this type of film. More catching up: "Frida" was great; if you get a chance, see it on the big screen (one cinematic liberty I wish they would have taken was shaving Frida's unibrow in the first 15 minutes; I'm sure they took worse liberties in the story), although I believe it is out on video now. The "Bad Blood" PPV was thumbs-in-the-middle; Ric Flair vs. Shawn Michaels saved it from being a thumbs down.

So here we are, today. This blogging trend has caught on with some of my friends; as a matter of fact, the two friends with whom I used to put out a couple of dandy EugeneScene publications, "The Void" and "Frenzy," approached me about ressurecting the spirit of those fine zines (actually, in my opinion, they were much better and more professional looking than zines --- "The Void" even had paying advertisers!) for a blog that the three of us will contribute to. It's up and running, though I have yet to make my first submission to it (although Josh's anti-Liz Phair-concert tirade shall not go undisputed).

You can and should go there now: http://wormfood.blogspot.com/

It has some nifty HTML work, courtesy of Josh and I'm sure Paul; I need to relearn what little HTML I have learned and forgotten.

Tuesday, June 17, 2003

Yikes! I'm a little behind here, but plan on posting soon with a few thoughts on WWE's "Bad blood" PPV and "Frida," starring Selma Hayek . . . yes, Rubber Dali runs the entertainment gamut.

Wednesday, June 11, 2003

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Monday's episode of "Raw" was pretty good, with lots of strong build-up for the "Bad Blood" PPV on Sunday. The women's tag match was very solid, and even better than many men's mid-card matches lately. Mick Foley came back as the surprise ref for the Hell in a Cell match on Sunday, and his return was effective --- especially because it took the focus of the main event off of Kevin Nash, who is deservedly considered a flop by most fans in this current feud with Triple H.

On the slower Blog days, when I haven't seen, heard, or done anything new in regards to pop culture, I'll throw out some lists of favorite things of mine. I'll start today with my top 10 list of favorite dramas (keeping you in suspense as I present similar lists before eventually getting to my top 10 favorite films):

1. "Blue Velvet" --- Still as divisive as it was when it was first released. A disturbing, entertaining film that deftly blends surrealism and white-picket-fence America (as well as its underbelly).

2. "The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Lover" --- As beautiful to look at as its characters and their actions are repulsive. A stuuning piece of filmmaking, not for the faint of heart.

3. "Exotica" --- PLEASE don't let the misleading "erotic thriller" video box art fool you. This is an intelligent, enigmatic, rewarding film.

4. "Taxi Driver" --- This masterpiece holds up today as well as it did in the seventies. Scorsese and DeNiro are marvelous here.

5. "Mulholland Drive" --- Good luck trying to figure this one out. Better you should just go along for the ride with David Lynch, and enjoy the view.

6. "Bitter Moon" --- Roman Polanski at his most wicked. NOT a first-date flick --- unless you and that date are miraculously like-minded in that "I love warped movies" sense.

7. "Red" --- I remember continuosly thinking to myself when I first saw this in the theater, "This is why I love movies."

8. "L.A. Confidential" --- Just wonderful.

9. "The King of Comedy" --- So how badly do you want to be a celebrity? You may reconsider after watching this.

10. "Patty Hearst" --- Natasha Richardson's star-turn verhicle is at times harrowing, but provides several laughs that you might not feel all that comfortable with.

Notice any disturbing recurring patterns or themes?

Monday, June 09, 2003

AAARGH!

After spending a fair amount of time updating about my cultural excursions since Friday, Internet Explorer crashed. In the interest of time (and, admittedly, not feeling like writing that much a second time), I'm going to catch up using short bullet items:

• The Cramps rocked well on Friday night. Posion Ivy hasn't lost a step on her git-box prowess, and Lux Interior had more of a punk attitude than I've seen from him before. It could have been the fact that the Crystal Ballroom was totally non-air-conditioned on a day that had reached the higher 90s in Portland.

• The final Pour Babies long-form improv show was terrific. The entire cast was "on." The audience-suggested title was "The Dentist of Doom," and fellow ComedySportz member Sam Super was hilarious as a self-extracted, singing, dancing, heroic tooth.

• I still prefer the original "Bob le Flambeur" (one of my 15 favorite films of all time), but Neil Jordan's remake, "The Good Thief," did a nice job of updating the story while keeping in spirit with the original. Nick Nolte's Bob Montagné had a few more personal and professional demons than did Roger Duchesne's original character, but hey, times have changed in the heist/caper world since 1955. Bonus: Leonard Cohen's wonderful song "A Thousand Kisses Deep" is used twice in the soundtrack. Seek out the original "Bob le Flambeur" to see how stylish films can have substance, too, and also to become an instant Isabelle Corey fan. You have been given fair notice.

• Rob Zombie's directorial debut, "House of 1000 Corpses," left me wanting less --- unfortunately, there is more; about 17 minutes were cut between its film festival premiere and U.S. distribution version. The gore and sadism were unrelenting, with nary a well-developed (or in this case, even halfway-developed) hero or heroine character in sight. So where's the suspense when the audience has no one to root for? Also, rather than being content with subtle nods to his obviously diverse mental catalogue of filmic influences, Zombie pretty much blatantly rips off a lot of already clichéd --- or at least extremely obvious --- "greatest hits" horror movie moments, making this mess more hodgepodge than homage.

Friday, June 06, 2003

After hearing more about New York City's hottest current about-to-break band, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, than I'd actually heard of the band themselves, I gave their debut effort, "Fever to Tell," an initial spin last night. Lead singer Karen O's vocals occassionally involve banshee-like wailing and sometimes bear a similarity to PJ Harvey's vocals from her first two (incredible) albums, "Dry" and "Rid of Me," and the band rawks with a punk edge — preferring hooks to power chords — and just the right dash of studio polish to make it palatable.

Scoot on over to MP4.com and watch Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ video for "Date with the Night." It's pretty representative of the rest of the CD, though most of the other tracks are actually harder in delivery.

Regarding last night's episode of "Smackdown!", overall it was a good episode, which hasn't been the case for a few weeks or more. The Rey Mysterio Jr. cruiserweight title win over Matt Hardy --- which was put in the main event slot, no less --- was a very good match. It was foreshadowed a bit by being held near Jr.'s hometown of San Diego (taped in Anaheim) and repeated shots of Rey-Rey's wife and two young children in the front row (similar to when Kurt Angle won his first title in his hometown of Pittsburgh, with family members in tow) --- and you can expect a similar Intercontinental Title switch in Booker T's favor at the Bad Blood PPV on Father's Day (held in T's hometown of Houston). The near-falls were pretty dramatic, and it was great to see a well-paced cruiserweight match in the main event slot instead of Big Show acting like Chewbacca.

Kurt Angle's babyface return was well done, too, although I hope they opt for a serious-Angle-as-babyface gimmick rather than a goofy alternative.

The less said about Mr. America, the better (Hulk Hogan under a mask, for those who haven't watched lately but have actually made it this far in the wrestling text), except for the sign that read, "Mr. America makes me proud to be a Candian." In closing, could an eventual Vince vs. Stephanie match be in the offing?

I'm off in a few hours off to see The Cramps at the Crystal Ballroom in Portland. It's not one of my favorite venues --- the stage way off in the corner of the room is still a bit odd to me, though the rolling dancefloor is cool --- but it will be a treat to see those psychobilly purveyors of B-movie and trash-pop culture do their thing again. I've seen them once before, in an extremely strange venue for them. It was at the Shoreline Amphiteater (Mountain View, California) at Gathering of the Tribes, a pre-Lollapalooza all-day concert spearheaded by a then-solo Ian Astbury (before and after that, lead singer of The Cult). It was an attempt to have diverse groups of music fans come together to watch rock and rap acts and potentially expose themselves to something they might never usually see in concert. Besides The Cramps, other performers included Iggy Pop, Queen Latifah, Indigo Girls, Ice T (Public Enemy no-showed, on a side note), Soundgarden, Steve Jones (formerly of The Sex Pistols), Astbury, and others. The Cramps did a fantastic job of either alienating or winning over audience members who had never heard of them before, with very little middle ground. The woman who sat next to me who came to see the rap acts made a game effort of it, until the band kicked into "Tear It Up" and Lux Interior screamed into the microphone --- which was deep insdie his mouth at that point --- wearing nothing but black rubber pants that barely covered his wedding tackle, along with high heels. She shook her head, said, "No, no, no!" and left for safer ground.

After ComedySportz tomorrow night, I'l be heading a few blocks over to see the final performance of Pour Babies, fellow CSZ member Sam's other improv group. They do long form musical improv; if the show is like the previous Pour Babies one I went to (in April, if I remember correctly), they will ask for one audience suggestion --- the title of a musical that doesn't really exist but that someone has always wanted to see --- and proceed to put on a one-hour-ish, fully improvised musical. The previous one, "The Littlest Ninja," was amazing, and a blast!

Thursday, June 05, 2003

Welcome to Rubber Dali. In lieu of a possibly long, perhaps interesting, and hopefully humor-laden manifesto --- which would mean another several days before I actually posted anything --- I will simply say that I hope you have fun reading my blogs, which will cover, in no particular order or preference:

*films and videos
* music, both live and recorded
*television shows
*professional wrestling (If I can coax one reader into watching a really good Japanese wrestling or lucha libre [from Mexico] tape for the first time, I've done my job in this department.)
*magazines ("Fortean Times," "Phantom of the Movies' Videoscope," "Asian Cult Cinema," or "Giant Robot," anyone?)
*books (I'm currently reading "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle" by Haruki Murakami, and will be doing so for a while longer --- great stuff so far!)
*any other pop culture musings that strike me.

I used to write film reviews for a local (Eugene, Oregon) newspaper, and articles for "Filmfax" magazine, and even published my own poetry quarterly, wrestling newsletter, and pop culture magazines, but I've been out of the habit and am using this forum to get back into practice. By the way, most of the reviews I will post here will probably be written in an informal, close-to-stream-of-consciousness tone (For some of the best film reviews ever written in that vein, I highly recommend Barry Gifford's excellent film noir study, "The Devil Thumbs a Ride and Other Unforgettable Movies."). Other postings may simply be quick recommendations.

Here is the shortest film review I've ever written: Go see (tonight, if possible) "A Mighty Wind," Christopher Guest and company's latest mockumentary, this one about old folkies (and some younger ones) reuniting for a big tribute concert. You will laugh. You will probably also think, "It's not as funny as 'This is Spinal Tap,' 'Waiting for Guffman,' or 'Best in Show';" I would agree, but it's still the funniest new movie I've seen in a very long time, and I played the soundtrack for several days after seeing the movie (do NOT listen to the soundtrack until after you have seen the film), which means that many of the songs are funny enough to stand up to repeated listenings.

Over the next few days, you can expect some reviews about tonight's episode of "Smackdown!" and the Cramps concert tomorrow night in Portland.

I'm glad that I rarely listen to the radio (except for my nightly classical fix), because for the past three days I've had Kylie Minogue in heavy rotation, and people have been telling me that her stuff has been played to death on the airwaves. Being something of a pop culture elitist (yes, there is a difference between "elitist" and "snob") has its advantages.

If you haven't heard or watched Kylie's performance of "Can't Get You Out of My Head" from the Brit Awards, download the video or MP3 ASAP! This version interweaves her song with New Order's "Blue Monday." YES!