Tuesday, March 31, 2009

"Shattered Glass" review by RJ Battles


Shattered Glass (2003)

(I just want to say I love the movie poster and the way it looks like a post-Scream slasher movie.)

Shattered Glass is the story of Stephen Glass, who, in the late 1990s was a young writer at The New Republic, as well as a contibutor to Rolling Stone and George. His career was on the rise until it was revealed that he had made up a lot of his stories- completely made them up.

Hayden Christensen plays Glass. I've never seen any of Christensen's other films so I had no idea what to expect. All I can say is: he must be a really great actor because not once while I was watching did it cross my mind that he was acting. It all seemed totally real to me. The Edward Nortons and Kevin Spaceys of the world are always performing, always acting. But not this guy.

And there's the Christian Bales and Jared Letos, gaining and dropping hundreds of pounds for realism, and to show the lengths they'll go in service of their craft.

If you've ever seen a picture of Stephen Glass you know he's kind of pasty and dorky. Hayden Christensen, if you've seen him, is beyond movie star good-looking. He's closer to Greek statue good-looking. Still he doesn't go for any drastic makeover to get into character. He throws on some glasses and parts his hair on the side. WaBOOM! He's Stephen Glass! It's refreshing.

Our first introduction to Glass is a voice-over where he explains the world of journalism as well as the way he deals with people. In my words: in a world of assholes he's able to disarm people by being polite and humble.

There's a wraparound device to the story here. Glass has been invited by his former high school writing teacher to speak before her class and tell his story. This gives the movie audience some background into jounalism and The New Republic. That's fine, though it's done in a West Wing kind of way, like the September 11 episode they did where a group of students were stuck with senior staff in the mess and they lectured the kids on the roots of terrorism.

Anyway, when we get to the offices of TNR we see that Glass's co-workers are very impressed with his stories, and, if he weren't so kind and humble they'd be more jealous than they are. At the weekly meeting where they talk about the stories they're working on it's always Glass who has the best ideas.

The first sign of trouble on the horizon is when Glass's editor asks to see him about a story he's written about convention of young conservatives. The subjects are furious; they say that Glass's story is completely untrue. It comes down to a small detail- in the story "Spring Breakdown" there's a reference to a mini-bar being in the hotel room, but it turns out that the hotel in question doesn't have them in it's rooms. The editor, Michael Kelly doesn't seem particulary upset about the problem, still, right away Glass offers to resign. Kelly just wants an explanation and Glass says that the mini-bar in the room must've been rented. Later, Kelly makes a call to see if guests are able to rent mini-bars- they are- and he lets the matter drop.

Next we get to see more of Glass, both in and out of work. Despite his success in journalism, he says that his parents won't be happy with him unless he goes to law school. There's a hint that Glass might be secretly gay, and the hint comes from Glass himself. He tells a friend at work that he's worried that people mistake him for a homosexual and tells a story about a dinner meeting with a fellow writer. He says the two of them were walking down the street after dinner when, out of nowhere, the guy kissed him. It seems like an odd incident for him to bring up. After the movie came out Glass was interviewed and when asked about it he said he had "no idea" why that scene was in there and didn't give any clarification.

Michael Kelly has been having problems with the publisher of TNR and eventually he's fired and another writer, Charles Lane, is chosen to take his place. Kelly had been very protective of his staff and extremely well-liked, so there's resentment against Lane, even though he does his best to be fair with the writers.

Not long after Kelly's exit, Glass outlines plans for his next story at the weekly staff meeting. Again, he's got an interesting lead, another story that everyone else wishes they could write about. The story, which eventually becomes "Hack Heaven", is about a teenager who hacked into an internet company called Jukt Micronics. He vandalized their website and posted the salaries of the top executives, but instead of pressing charges the company offered him a job as a security consultant. The kid had a list of outrageous demands and Jukt agreed to them all during a closed-door meeting during a hacker convention at a nearby hotel.

The editor at an online magazine, Forbes Digital Tool reads "Hack Heaven" and asks one of his writers, Adam Penenberg(Steve Zahn), how he got scooped on the story and says he should look into doing a follow-up. As Penenberg investigates he finds that nothing checks out. He can't track down anyone mentioned in the story and there's no listing for a Jukt Micronics. Eventually the people at FDT come to think that Glass had been set up by a source and they get in touch with Lane.

Because Glass is not only the young star of TNR but also everyone's puppy, Charles Lane approaches the problem very gently. All he wants are the notes and contacts so he can talk to the sources himself. Glass gives him some dead-end phone numbers and homemade business cards. He also pulls up Jukt Micronics's website where they've posted a statement complaining about TNR's treatment of them.

Eventually a conference call is set up between Forbes and TNR. As the meeting goes on, it becomes clear to everyone that the sources are fake and the website is a sham, and an amateur sham at that. Glass admits that he now believes he has been "duped"

I think that up to the point of what happens next, anyone watching would be on Glass's side, hoping that he gets away with it all. If anyone in the audience was going to turn against him it would be now, because while Lane is trying to get Forbes to go easy on him and consider the damage this could do to his career, Glass is complaining to his co-workers, telling them that Lane is trying to (I'm not crazy about this phrase, but) throw him under the bus.

Lane tells Glass he wants to see the hotel where the hacker convention was held. Once there it dawns on Lane that Glass wasn't duped- nothing in the story was true.

Later, Lane is at the office, looking through back issues. He realizes that "Hack Heaven" wasn't the first time that Glass had turned in fake stories. Glass comes to talk with Lane, and, crying, he pleads with Lane to forgive him. He hints that he might kill himself, but Lane doesn't soften. This movie was generally well-recieved, but one complaint that some people had was that it didn't do enough to explain why Stephen Glass did it. Why would someone who was so talented make up stories? Why would he risk his career in such a reckless way over and over. I think the movie does answer that question, though in a subtle way .

Glass liked being defended. He was the kind of person that other people wanted to protect, and everything he did provoked that response. He was kind and smart and innocent and modest. Towards the end he wasn't looking for Charles Lane to save his career- his career over no matter what. He wanted Lane to hold him say he forgave him and everything was alright. When Lane blew off his suicide threat that was when Glass had truly lost; that was his defeat.

The movie was based on a Vanity Fair article of the same name by Buzz Bissinger and it follows the story faithfully. There's very little in the article that isn't in the movie and vice versa. It's too bad that a lot of people haven't seen this movie and probably won't because the subject matter doesn't seem like something that would intererst them. It's a good story well-told.

After the truth came out, TNR was pretty embarrassed. Though they already had high standards and whatnot, I tend to think that there's a new attitude in the offices of TNR since the Stephen Glass incident. I get the feeling that they- everyone there: writers, editors, and fact chackers- have a very strict idea of what can be considered factual writing. That would explain why they came down on David Sedaris a couple years ago in an article by Alex Heard called "This American Lie". Heard cites about a dozen weak examples of exaggeration and comes to the conclusion that Sedaris's biographical essays should be in the "Fiction" secion of the bookstore. It's clear that TNR consider themselves the guardians of what can be called factual writing. They seem to me like ex-drunks who act like anyone who drinks has a drinking problem.

P.S. Thank you for waiting so long. If they ever make a sequel I'll have my review up in a more timely manner, I promise.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Sunday, March 29, 2009

David Lynch has said that it was his intention that Twin Peaks would never reveal who killed Laura Palmer; he wanted it to stay a mystery and he knew that once the problem was solved the show would start to fade away. There was a lot of pressure from the network, though, and not long after the answer came out, the show was cancelled.

I thought it would be alittle funny if I kept on saying that my review of Shattered Glass was just around the corner and then keep pushing it back. I was gonna write it and post it eventually, but I was thinking of a few months down the road.

Now I've decided that now is the time. Not right now, probably not even today (though maybe today), but at least sometime this week.

There are still other record sleeves I wanna spotlight and write about but I'm done with that being the main focus. There are a lot more things I want to write about here at RJ Battles so I'm going to broaden the scope (or possibly narrow the scope- I'm not sure yet). The point is: you can expect some changes around here in the coming days and weeks.

Friday, March 27, 2009

House

My friend and I love House and we'll always dive into a House marathon whenever USA is playing one. My friend, like me, prefers the original team of Cameron, the blond guy and the black guy. Those were the good old days.

A little backstory: I think the show started in 2004. Anyway, I never heard of it until my grandmother's 80th birthday in December of 2004. My Uncle Joe, who usually only watches History and Discovery, mentioned a new show he liked- it was about a cranky doctor who pops pills the whole time, but he wasn't sure what the name was. Nobody at the party had seen it or heard of it. "I think it's called House or something like that," he said. "Is it Doogie Houser, MD?" everyone kept asking. That's the first thing I thought of too. He had no idea what Doogie was so when people explained that show he said that wasn't it. Everytime someone new walked into the room and joined the conversation they made the same guess and it was funny to see him get more and more pissed.

Anyway, since he said it was a good show I gave it a chance. I had just gotten onto a new work schedule after years of second shift so I was able to watch prime-time TV again. And I really liked it. Turns out it's Vicodin that he's popping and I'm very in favor of that.

Now when me and my friend watch it we like to catch the way each episode falls into the formula:

*Before the opening credits, the patient will be about the give a speech at work or school or they're playing some sport or giving a performance. They collapse and/or start spazzing and that sets the scene.

*Someone will mention the case to House who will be disinterested till some odd aspect is mentioned. Then he's all over it, writing on his white board and bouncing ideas of his team. He'll say that the patient is lying about something, then he'll send one or two of his doctors to break into the patient's house looking for clues.

*Cameron and blondie will put the patient in MRI machine or some sort of test situation and while they bicker about their relationship or about House the patient will start freaking out for one reason or another and the mystery grows.

*Other times the team will have a diagnosis and while they're explaining it to the patient, the patient will start bleeding from their eyes or ears or bellybutton and it's back to square one.

*They'll come to another conclusion but the course of action always comes to the same scene: "We're going to start him on ____; either he gets better, or it will kill him".

*The treatment will work but there will be more complications till they end up, again, without a diagnosis. Finally comes the "ah-ha moment"- Wilson will be lecturing House on his attitude or drug use, or House will be treating a clinic patient and the solution will come to him in an instant. Problem solved.

And I'm not complaining. I don't care if every episode is the same and they just change a couple basic details each time. It's a fun show.

One thing I really like is when they shake things up during the first segment. They make you think one person is going to be the patient but it turns out it's someone else. One time, there was a guy at some kind of wind farm on the North Pole. One of the blades came loose and sliced a guy's leg open but it turns outb that the responding medic was the focus of the episode.

In another one, a teacher appeared to go into labor but while on the ground she noticed one of her students had blood running down his leg.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Guess what I'm working on

I'm sure most of you check in every day, not just for for the record sleeves and my great writing, but, because you're hoping it will be the day when I finally post my review of the movie Shattered Glass.

I know. It's been a long time. Maybe you've given up hope.

But the wait is almost over. It'll surely be up by Easter.

Hang in there.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Shows

I missed the Throwing Muses show in Boston last Saturday. I'm disappointed, but I was thinking: I'm lucky; I've been able to see a lot of good shows:

I didn't really start going till I was in high school. In 1994 I saw an acoustic show by Kristin Hersh at Smith College when she was supporting Hips & Makers. The next month at Smith I saw Frank Black acoustic opening for They Might Be Giants. I was able to see him again, two nights in a row (Pearl St. & Toad's Place), with a full band.

In 1995 I got to see Belly and Throwing Muses. Belly had put out King and in April I went with some friends to Providence to see them at Lupo's. Superchunk opened. TM played nearby at UMass on Mother's Day but I had to work so I caught them at Toad's Place on my day off. Back then they used to sell concert tickets at Filene's (formerly G. Fox, now Macy's) at the mall. I blushed buying them when the middle-aged cashier confirmed the ticket order- "'Throwing Muses w/ Ass Ponies', that should be an interesting time...".

I saw Frank Black a few more times. The summer that the first Catholics album came out I went to a show at the old Century Lounge in Providence. Then another time at Pearl St. when he started doing Pixies songs again. In 2001, around the time of Dog In The Sand I saw him at the Iron Horse in Northampton and the next night at the Indigo Lounge in Vermont. That night in Vermont I got drunk on gin and popped 9 Tylenol w/ codeine 3s. The drive home was awesome. The DitS tracks they played were so much better live, especially "I've Seen Your Picture" and "Stupid Me". At the start of the show, FB said "Let's break the ice with some Tom Waits" and played "The Black Rider".

In the spring of 2003 Throwing Muses did a show at the Middle East and Tanya Donelly joined in. I should've had a better time but I messed things up. I've only been to Boston about 5 times so I don't know the city well. I ended up getting to the club early and decided I'd try to get some drugs before the show- I found my way to Chinatown and tried to score but ended up getting ripped off. I guess I'm lucky I didn't get stabbed, but still, I wish I'd planned ahead.

In August 2004 Elvis Costello & the Imposters did a show at Lupo's; it was great, but at the request of the band there was no smoking allowed. Lame.

In December 2004 I saw a show I never thought I would: the Pixies. Got to hear a lot of my favorite songs.

The only show I've been to since then is Kristin Hersh at the Iron Horse, April 2007. It was full band, but the string section had visa problems and couldn't make it to the states in time, which was fine by me. They do a great job on the Learn to Sing Like a Star album but I'm just against strings in rock songs. I had a good time at the show and was a little better than usual- I struck with drinking mostly and just did a little morphine.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Chris Gorman & Chris Bigg




It might seem that I spend an inordinate amount of time talking about Belly record sleeves from 15 years ago. I don't know, maybe that's the case.

I'm just so impressed with the images that Chris Gorman & Chris Bigg created pre-King. It's just the perfect collaboration. Gorman's photos go along with Bigg's designs in a way that could not be improved. Each element alone would be fine, but together they make something special.

A good example would be the "Gepetto" cassette single back cover that I spotlighted a couple weeks ago. Gorman's wrench photo is bright & colorful and dark and mysterious at the same time. The reds & greens are striking. Bigg adds lettering-all in white- some small and formal, some even smaller, and on top there are the song titles big & bold with matching cursive attached. Just above that are the song titles repeated in tiny lettering to balance everything out. The result is supremely attractive.

This method of listing the song titles was used for all the Star-related releases, then abandoned with King, only to return, in part, with their final release, Sweet Ride: The Best of Belly. The combination of large lettering for song titles and the echo of the tiny lettering on top of a bright Gorman print was always interesting to look at.

The best image is probably the back cover of the Star LP. The photo of flowers and leaves with shifting shades of color matches perfectly the lines of song titles in orange. A blurry "Belly" logo superimposed towards the center matches the purple block that partially frames the photo. And again the tiny echo of song titles, numbered with red numbers in white cirles runs across the picture. "Belly" logos bookend the image and complete the effect. It is the perfect mix of photography and design.

The promo poster for Star is exciting to look at, at least, exciting for me, because it's a mix of so many Belly-related images; it's a collage of different sleeves and labels. Within nearly every circle there is a combination of striking photography and interesting design.

I'm not a big fan of artistic collaboration, especially not in the area of visual arts. Frankly, I'm against it. I think every image should be the work of one man or woman, and usually it is. In this case, though, the combination is so perfect, so right, it would be crazy to take one from the other.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Tapes





When I was a kid, my first record player was cheap and though I didn't have any trouble with 45s, albums usually skipped. So I was happier with tapes. Except for the rare times they got chewed up, I had good luck. The only thing was, they were always so plain looking; except for Purple Rain, I didn't get one with special lettering until the Pixies's Trompe Le Monde. So I think these Belly tapes are pretty nice.

Design: Chris Bigg