I’m Not There

What’s that, gentle reader? You’ve somehow stumbled across that desolate minefield known as the Information Superhighway, only to find yourself at ryanwilkins.wordpress.com — a mirage of a blog you thought could provide at least a moment’s sustenance before jettisoning you back into the harsh desert of reality and Edward Cullen fan-fiction?

Alas, I am sorry to report that this blog is but a dormant vessel — a relic of another time and place, when ambitions were outsize and time was plentiful. Perhaps one day it will live again, much like your aforementioned vampire boyfriend, but until that time comes you will have to nourish yourself on the words and hyperlinks produced at the following Internet Websites, a few of which are actually updated with a modicum of regularity! To wit:

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If You Want Blood You’ve Got It

(Image: Justin Reed Art) 

I’d be lying if I said that a couple answers in last week’s AVQ&A on “guilty displeasures” — pop-culture products that are generally well-regarded but you can’t stand — didn’t make me scoff in disgust. David Wolinsky and Emily Withrow’s shared opinion on There Will Be Blood, in particular, struck me as whiny, petulant, and fundamentally uneducated. And frankly, I was surprised that the A.V. Club editorial team let it through. From my perspective, it was like The Financial Times giving James Glassman a series of articles on smart retirement planning — the act was simply below them.

And by that I don’t mean to suggest that the writers’ mutual dislike of There Will Be Blood should have been silenced because I disagree with their position. Not in the least. No, I’m suggesting they should have been silenced because the two of them are clearly obliterated on drugs. P.T. Anderson’s misanthropic masterpiece is one of modern cinema’s shining beacons of unfettered brilliance, unimpeachable in every facet — from the crisp, enrapturing photography by Robert Elswit, to the startling performances by Paul Dano and Daniel Day-Lewis, to Johnny Greenwood’s pummeling, intense score, to Anderson’s lean screenplay that still manages to feel epic. As far as I’m concerned, liking There Will Be Blood isn’t so much a matter of taste as it is a basic demonstration of critical competence.

So it gives me perverse pleasure to see A.V. Club managing editor Josh Modell respond honestly and emphatically in this week’s AVQ&A on personal, pop-cultural sacred cows. Writes Modell, with his tongue at least halfway in his cheek:

I will say that dismissal of certain things will probably result in the loss of my respect for your pop-cultural opinions overall. (And you know how much you wanted/needed my approval!) Something like There Will Be Blood, for example, which a couple of people dismissed in this very column just last week as ‘boring.’ Okay, you thought it was boring, I can accept that. But next time you say a movie is boring, I’m rushing out to buy a ticket. And when you tell me something is exciting and fresh and amazing, I’m going to assume it’s Everybody Loves Raymond.

To take this a step further, I’m even comfortable asserting that There Will Be Blood is among the best predictive Litmus Test Films (LTFs) of the modern era. What is a Litmus Test Film? Like its painfully transparent name suggests, an LTF is a movie that so accurately represents what I believe to be a meaningful, legitimately great piece of pop-art that disliking it suggests a severe and irreconcilable personality defect that renders me unable take your opinion(s) on any topic seriously again. A few other notable LTFs off the top of my head:

So basically what I’m saying is: thanks, SeƱor Modell. And to the rest of you: don’t say you weren’t warned about what I consider acceptable and unacceptable taste.

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Savage Grace

I couldn’t be happier to see that The Savages (2007) has finally made it to HBO. I consider it a small, modern, underrated masterpiece. Writer/director Tamara Jenkins hits all the right beats, mixing comedy with a raw bleakness that always feels authentic. It’s an actor’s showcase, to be sure — Philip Seymour Hoffman and Laura Linney give stripped-down, vulnerable performances — but Jenkins frames the action with a naturalistic eye, and times the comedy with wry restraint. Most of that comedy comes from Hoffman and Linney’s overeducated, neurotic blather — they’re part-time playwrights and full-time siblings dealing with their estranged father’s decline into dementia. It’s the funniest sad movie I’ve seen this decade, or maybe it’s the saddest funny one. I can’t quite tell. Watch it — if only to remind yourself why Laura Linney is the best American actress (lucky for her, that group excludes Cate and Kate) working today.

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The 50 Greatest Things in the World

Taking a page from blogger, professor, and A.V. Clubber extraordinaire Donna Bowman, I now present my 2008 Archies: a definitive list of The 50 Greatest Things in the World.

  1. Fresh apples at The Fillmore
  2. Nate Silver‘s brain
  3. The Elements of Style
  4. Television’s Marquee Moon
  5. The 0.25 mm Pigma Micron
  6. Google Reader
  7. We Are Campfire T-shirts
  8. Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
  9. House of Prime Rib
  10. The Criterion Collection
  11. Ork Posters
  12. Michael Lewis (especially this)
  13. 30 Rock
  14. The Castro Theatre
  15. Molly Lambert‘s stunning prose
  16. Boston.com’s The Big Picture blog
  17. Philz Coffee
  18. FanGraphs.com
  19. The Tampa Bay Rays
  20. New Balance 992s
  21. Burritos from Papalote
  22. The American Red Cross
  23. Back-to-back episodes of Frasier on Lifetime
  24. del.icio.us bookmarks
  25. Super Saver Shipping
  26. WNYC’s On The Media
  27. Rod Stewart’s Every Picture Tells a Story
  28. John Lithgow
  29. Roasted garlic hummus
  30. Thelma Schoonmaker
  31. Kate Winslet burning a hole in my soul
  32. The Hold Steady
  33. Chase Utley’s defense
  34. This American Life
  35. Patton Oswalt
  36. Shaq on Twitter
  37. The young Eddie Murphy‘s Richard Pryor impression
  38. Weezy F Baby on Rap City
  39. Downtown Brown
  40. Sunbeam Heated Mattress Pads
  41. Sly & The Family Stone
  42. Sennheiser HD-555s
  43. Generation Kill
  44. DRM-free MP3 albums for $1.99
  45. AT&T Park
  46. Roger Ebert ripping Ben Stein a new one
  47. Michael Chabon’s Maps and Legends
  48. The 16 GB iPhone
  49. Golden Gate Park
  50. Rex Sorgatz’s List of Lists

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Interiors

(Originally blogged at my Tumblr, which is my daily dumping-ground for idle musings and half-baked ideas. —RW)

Sometimes Sandy and I discuss how our dream-home will be decorated with obscure artworks and amenities from our favorite movies. I always use this conversation to remind her how much I like the subtle photograph of Alvy holding a lobster that you can briefly see in the third act of Annie Hall.

It’s one of my favorite details of the movie, both because it’s a callback to the better times in Alvy and Annie’s relationship — a sequence that’s as entertaining as it is memorable — and because it reveals a commitment to detail that’s not normally associated with Woody Allen movies (even the great ones). Plus, the simple realities of the prop’s existence are just hilarious. That some Warner Bros. intern in 1976 had to spend time fitting a photo into a frame and hang it on the wall simply tickles me pink. On top of which, the photo’s placement raises significant questions about the alternate storylines in Anhedonia, and if in leaving those segments on the cutting-room floor, Allen didn’t also eliminate a twisty Charlie Kaufman-like product that’s simultaneously high on intratexual details and verisimilitude.

This amazing website features 50 incredible film posters from Poland, but it doesn’t include Annie Hall, and it’s not really connected to any diegesis, but I’m going to have to add a number of its posters to my collection anyway. There’s just too much awesome to be had. The way I see it, these posters can live comfortably alongside my kangaroo caddy, my skeleton painting of Kate Winslet, my red Swingline stapler, my blue-and-yellow Adidas Roms, and my oil-on-canvas of one dog going one way, the other dog going the other way, and the guy who’s like “Whaddaya want from me?” I suspect they’ll blend in just fine.

Here are six posters that simply can’t be improved:

Rosemary’s Baby (1968)

The Last Detail (1973)

Weekend at Bernie’s (1989)

Fanny and Alexander (1982)

Smoky and the Bandit (1977)

Changeling (2008)

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