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Spiraling into Mediocrity
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How does one fall from the dizzying heights of the almost universally beloved Sixth Sense to make a film that scores a 39 on MetaCritic. M. Night, what happened to you?

A sampling of the criticism:

  • A sense of humor might have helped “The Village.” It couldn’t have hurt. The truth is, nothing could have hurt. — SFGate
  • To call it an anticlimax would be an insult not only to climaxes but to prefixes. It’s a crummy secret, about one step up the ladder of narrative originality from It Was All a Dream. It’s so witless, in fact, that when we do discover the secret, we want to rewind the film so we don’t know the secret anymore. — Roger Ebert
  • If you long to hear dialogue like “You needn’t be scared. We have the magic rocks. They will keep us safe,” then M. Night Shyamalan’s nubby woolen sock of a thriller “The Village” is the movie for you. — Stephanie Zacharek
  • The ubiquitous advertisements for “The Village,” which opens today nationwide, promise that “nothing can prepare you.” Nothing, that is, except M. Night Shyamalan’s last three movies and a passing acquaintance with “The Twilight Zone.” — A.O. Scott

Nubby woolen sock, y’all.

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Journalists Are So Weird
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NBC News’ Andrea Mitchell broke the news in the Official Mediaâ„¢ that John Kerry was picking John Edwards to be his veep. She reported the story a whole hour-and-a-half before John Kerry announced this news himself. What flaming hoops did she have to jump through to squeeze this story out a full 90 minutes before the rest of the world would know? The WaPo has the dish:

Mitchell said she stayed up all night — “I went home to change and bathe, in the interest of being collegial” — and started bugging her sources again at 5 a.m. After getting a second confirmation, Mitchell reported at 7 a.m. that Kerry’s running mate was “very likely” to be Edwards. By 7:30, following a conversation with a third source, she was reporting it as fact.
“This was pulling teeth,” she said. “This was one of the hardest I’ve ever had to get. Some people I’ve known for decades wouldn’t talk to me.”

I hope to God that I am never that reporter. Was the world served in any way by her act of sleepless devotion? By her unflagging pestering of age-old confidants? Did those 90 minutes of foreknowledge of John Kerry’s Vice Presidential pick alleviate a single one of the world’s problems??

And besides, she was scooped by the Unofficial Media like 12 hours earlier.

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Fahrenheit (Not 9/11)
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I’ll spare you my review of Michael Moore’s crockumentary. Suffice it to say I mostly agree with Chris Hitchens. (I know, I know. I just washed my mouth out with soap.)

I am currently crossing my fingers for the dim, but newly existent, chance that someone has answered my prayers for a good adventure game for the Playstation 2.

Fahrenheit debuted at this year’s Electronic Entertainment Expo, and according to scattered accounts, it completely knocks sliced bread off the map. It’s got a decent basic storyline — complete strangers in New York are killing each other at random, each enacting the same bizarre ritual before committing the murder — which you can actually affect depending on your actions in the game. (It starts, by the way, after you’ve just committed one of these random murders.)

And by affect, it apparently doesn’t just mean that you get the Murasame sword with seven jewels of power instead of five if you beat the silver-tongued Gorgon using only copper weapons. It seems there are serious game-shattering consequences for your actions. For instance, you could do one thing and play the game for four hours only to discover that the thing you did four hours ago completely screwed you, and now you’ve lost. Which has the possibility to be very frustrating, but if the game is dynamic enough to keep you playing, then it could also be very, very cool. From the review I linked above:

There is no inventory in the game, which is intended to add an element of realism. You

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The Good Ol' Days
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I posted this to the Young Journalists listserv, and thought I’d ask you savvy, snarky young consumers of media as well:

Scroll through any of the numerous rants about the state of journalism you can easily find online, and it’ll likely be peppered with barbs about journalism “nowadays,” how the news media is “no longer” worthy of (fill in the unworthy thing). Search Google for the phrase “our media has become,” and you’ll see what I’m talking about.

Which is, to get to the point, that critics of the media reflexively conjure this golden age of journalism. If it exists, I’d love to know more about it. The uber-example of fantastic journalism that I always hear about is Watergate — the publication of the Pentagon Papers, Woodie and Bernie, etc. But were those isolated examples indicative of an entirely different age or attitude in journalism? Were they surrounded by similar shining cases of media-as-watchdog? And I can’t imagine that when the WaPo ran the Watergate series, millions of fans of Nixon weren’t decrying how evil, monomaniacal, liberal, sensationalistic, what-have-you, the media had become.

Is “nowadays” just a figure of speech?

I don’t think it can be argued that recent years have seen huge corporate consolidation among our traditional media outlets, and that journalism has in many ways suffered as a result, but it strikes me that the burgeoning power of non-traditional, independent media is beginning to act as a tremendous counterweight to that consolidation. (I don’t JUST mean blogs, either.) We’ve gotten to the point where our individual readers, who claim fealty to no company, have appointed themselves watchdogs of individual journalists, and these independent meta-journalists actually accrue sizeable audiences of their own, in some cases bigger than the audiences of many mid-sized dailies.

In other words, newspapers and local tv stations are experiencing increasing corporate consolidation, yes, but they’re also making up a smaller and smaller part of our media landscape, especially among our generation.

To push the question even further, can anyone point to ANY PRESS, in any country, at any point in history that truly fulfilled the ideal of the media as servant of the people, ethical watchdog, beacon of goodness, etc.? What is the ideal we’re striving for?

In Norway, I’m told (might be Sweden, might be the Netherlands), news companies demand far smaller profit margins from their products than our companies do here in America, and their papers are much more widely read. Correlation, not causation, of course, but is it that the media in Norway produces journalism that’s singularly excellent in all the world?

There are pockets of stunning media brilliance and bravado all over the world, in much more dangerous and corrupt quarters than America, where daring individuals publish their works on secret presses and distribute them under fear of death. But one can’t deny that there are numerous examples of powerful, courageous journalism in the pockets of America, too.

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FF Orchestrated
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Too bad while Robin’s in L.A. he won’t be able to catch the sold out performance of selected works from the score of the Final Fantasy video game series, by the L.A. Philharmonic Orchestra and the Los Angeles Master Chorale.

I’ve talked before about my love for Final Fantasy IV (II in US), but how could I get away without mentioning my love for its music? Before video games could signal emotion with actual, recognizable facial expressions (when “faces” were a few murky pixels on a 16-bit, or God forbid, 8-bit screen), the music heroically took the place of the visuals in directing us how to feel. This was usually a bad thing, of course — those midi files always teetered on the edge of being cloying and obvious.

But especially with the music of Nobuo Uematsu from Final Fantasy, the themes often had a beautiful subtlety to them. And I think Uematsu did some of his best work in Final Fantasy IV. The game’s story was so wonderfully over-the-top — it was honestly the apotheosis of epic in 16 beautiful bits. Pick a theme, any theme, it’s in there. The quest for ultimate knowledge — Adam and Eve and the Manhattan Project (“I am become death, destroyer of worlds”) — played itself out in Tellah’s quest for Meteo, the Spell to end all Spells, and the “King of Baron’s” pursuit of the sacred crystals. Folly of the elderly leads to the death of the young? You know, Daedalus and Icarus, Romeo and Juliet — look no further than Palom and Porom, the pint-size twin magicians who turn themselves to stone to save the other adventurers, or Anna and Edward, the young pair whose love is sacrificed to Tellah’s fury. Oh, and there’s a ton more — the quest for self-redemption, avenging the death of a parent, you name it.

My point is that the music had to be pretty nimble to handle all this drama. Uematsu had to go from Wagner to Brahms in the blink of an eye … and he did. Take, for example, what’s probably my favorite piece of video game music ever — the Red Wings theme. It’s an anthemic military march — in a minor key. Follow the melody as it crests and falls towards its sad, sweet high note, falls again into that ominous rat-tat-tat, then explodes into the dissonant, aggressive coda that doesn’t really resolve so much as suffer a heart attack. Once you’ve got a handle on that melody, check out where Uematsu reprises it in “Suspicion” and the beginning of “Cry In Sorrow.”

OK, I’m done showing you cheesy midi files. But clearly other people love Uematsu’s stuff, too. This isn’t the first time Nobuo Uematsu‘s work will be performed with instruments:

The first FINAL FANTASY symphony concert was held in Japan in February of 2002, performed by the Tokyo Philharmonic Orchestra. The sold-out concert led to a six-city, seven-show concert series titled “Tour de Japon – music from FINAL FANTASY -” which will be held this coming March and April throughout Japan. The Czech National Symphony Orchestra also performed some of Uematsu’s compositions in the Symphonic Game Music Concert held in Leipzig, Germany in 2002.

In February 2003, Uematsu formed a group called “The Black Mages,” producing a self-titled album composed of FINAL FANTASY battle music arranged in rock style. Uematsu himself performs as the keyboardist.

As video games have gotten better at feeding you emotions through graphics, sometimes even through rumble packs, the music tends more towards subtle tone-setting with occasional moments of pop/rock, which is probably the stuff the L.A. Philharmonic will be taking on.

Another example of undeniable masterpiece in video game music: the theme from the original Super Mario Bros.

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2004 National Mag Award Finalists
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Because I’m back, and having been away for a while I felt the need to do a public service to the world of the Internet, and I love magazine journalism, here are all the links I could find to the articles nominated for a National Magazine Award. (Compiled before I realized Cursor did the exact same thing, only not for all the categories. D’oh!) No link means I couldn’t find it online; if you can, tell me. Whenever possible, I’ve linked to any free version I could find online (even the ghetto ones), but if it’s in brackets, you need a subscription to view it.

Finalists (winners marked with asterisk)

PERSONAL SERVICE:

Consumer Reports

How safe is your hospital?

Decoding your hospital bills

Men’s Health

A tale of 3 hearts

100 ways to live forever

Death by exercise

Psychotherapy Networker

Living on purpose

Self

– Healthy breasts for life!

Time Out New York

– Your new apartment: from hunting to housewarming

LEISURE INTERESTS:

Bon Appetit

– Thanksgiving starts here

Consumer Reports

Veterinary care without the bite

Esquire

The $20 theory of the universe (PDF)

National Geographic Adventure

Ultimate America

Outside

The 25 (essential) books for the well-read explorer

REPORTING:

The Atlantic

Columbia’s last flight

Institutional Investor

– [Misdirected brokerage]

The New Yorker

The David Kelly affair

Rolling Stone

The killer elite

Time

The sum of two evils

The secret collaborators (PDF)

– [Life behind enemy lines]

PUBLIC INTEREST:

The Atlantic Monthly

The dark art of interrogation

BusinessWeek

Is your job next?

The rise of India

The New Yorker

Lunch with the chairman

Selective intelligence

The stovepipe

Newsweek

The $87 billion money pit

Self

Pharmacy fakes

The Washington Monthly

Malpractice makes perfect

FEATURE WRITING:

Esquire

The league of extraordinary gentlemen (PDF)

The falling man

Men’s Journal

– The first to die

The New Yorker

The marriage cure

Popular Science

Yesterday, they would have died

PROFILE WRITING:

The American Scholar

– [The Arctic hedonist]

The Atlantic Monthly

Wynton’s blues

Esquire

– [The confession of Bob Greene]

Nest

– Francis Gabe’s self-cleaning house

The New Yorker

– Newshound

ESSAYS:

GQ

– The vulgarian in the choir loft

Men’s Journal

Me and the X-man

Natural History

The pleasure (and pain) of “maybe”

The New Yorker

A sudden illness

The end matter

COLUMNS AND COMMENTARY:

Governing

Devolution’s double standard

Republicans behaving badly

Machine politics

New York Magazine

Live from Doha

My big fat question

Al Jazeera’s edge

The New Yorker

Down to earth

Building nations

Rush in rehab

Newsweek

Here’s a bet for Mr. Rumsfeld

And he’s head of intelligence?

No way to make friends

Sports Illustrated

Fear and clothing in Atlanta

My big fat sports wedding

– [Yule be amazed]

REVIEWS AND CRITICISM:

The Atlantic Monthly

The wifely duty

Housewife confidential

Let’s call the whole thing off

Esquire

– [Increasingly berserk developments]

– [Back to the Terminator]

– [Mr. Uncongeniality]

The Nation

– [Paint it black]

– [Vision of the sublime]

The abstract impressionist

The New Yorker

The thin envelope (supposedly, doesn’t work for me)

The devil’s disciples (again, supposedly)

After the revolution (you know the drill)

Glacier head

Playing for immortality

Borrowed culture

FICTION:

The Atlantic Monthly

Happy hour

We have a pope!

Yao’s chick

What is visible

Monstress

Ghost-birds

Esquire

– [Presence]

– [The red bow]

– [Rest stop]

The New Yorker

A rich man

Runaway

Debarking

Paris Review

– Immortality

– The final solution

– Letter from the last bastion

Zoetrope All-Story

The phrenologist’s dream

The smoothest way is full of stones

– [The only meaning of the oil-wet water]

PHOTO PORTFOLIO/PHOTO ESSAY:

National Geographic

21st century slaves

Inhuman profit (sample)

Outside

Tigers of the snow

Texas Monthly

– [Cuts above]

Time

A soldier’s life

Vogue

Alice in wonderland

W

– The Kate Moss portfolio

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Gaystation 2
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The point didn’t need to be argued, but I was trying it anyway. I was attempting to illustrate my point to Robin that tech is the beat of the future — technology increasingly informs everything we journalists journal, from the environment to foreign policy to … gay marriage.

Only I was getting stuck on gay marriage. What does technology have to do with gay marriage? I briefly considered making a point about how maybe they’ll come up with a way for men to have babies, but I thought better of it.

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Air Hysterica
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Janeane Garofalo loses.

Her Air America program has been a long thread of facile partisan canards. Her usual drole, doubt-everything deadpan has been swapped for a much-less-compelling “Republicans are evil” refrain. She even used the phrase “corporate media.”

Yeah, yeah, it’s the first night, but they’ve opened with a flurry of publicity, and knowing that this may be their moment in the spotlight before dimming into obscurity, they might have taken the trouble to procure actual content. There’s been a mishmash of decently high-profile guests — Bill Maher, Atrios, Ben (of Ben & Jerry), Dave Chappelle — but the conversation hasn’t stepped beyond slinging mud at conservatives. Not even news peg mud (e.g. “Can you believe they smeared Dick Clarke?”) — generic mud (e.g. “They’re corporate whores!”).

I haven’t had a good experience with talk radio, unless it’s This American Life or Sound Portraits. Somehow, even though it’s just the first night, I already have deep doubts about Air America raising the level of discourse on the medium.

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Thinly Veiled Accusation
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Is there a reason that the Boston Herald‘s Election 2004 page lists only four candidates for the Presidential election — George W. Bush, John Kerry, Dennis Kucinich, and Ralph Nader? If you’re going to include Dennis Kucinich, aren’t you bound by some statute of journalism law to include Al Sharpton, still in the race with more delegates than Kucinich?

Dodgy.

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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Or, Love in the Age of Alzheimers
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Here’s a superlative for you: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was the cleverest movie I’ve seen that didn’t sacrifice any of its beauty or truth to be so. The movie just clicks together, equally satisfying as an intellectual exercise and an emotional trip. I will not mess with Charlie Kaufman, for he is clearly my master.

Michel Gondry does an excellent job with the material — and what else would you expect? The man’s brilliant! — but there are a few things I’ll fault him for. The headline of my critique reads “Gondry Shows Too Much Restraint.” It’s subtitled, “Jim Carrey Is Perfectly Serviceable, But Why Not Get An Actor?” Oh, and handheld camerawork needs to be seriously fined by the FCC, ’cause if I leave another frickin’ movie with a dull headache, there will be problems.

Most of the restraint works exceptionally well. Where the movie could be flashy, it never is. The gimmicks of the script and camera never feel like gimmicks, or at least you never resent them for being gimmicks, because they serve real emotional purposes. And yet, those purposes are never explicit. Gondry never really pushes to make you laugh or cry or grit your teeth or whatever, and that seems rare. He just paints a picture, and lets Kaufman’s story take you where it will. But that approach brings one drawback — there’s no catharsis. When I was finally ready to let go and really approach the movie’s core in one big, perfect, emotional moment, Gondry let me down. Maybe this is a personal quibble, and it’s pretty minor, but Gondry has the opportunity for one perfect searing moment that would have been so satisfying and affecting, but he doesn’t take it. Instead, before the scene reaches any real pitch, Jim Carrey starts doing his “I-am-not-Jim-Carrey” bit, and says, “It’s OK,” and the scene kind of dribbles away lamely.

Really, though. Carrey did a fine job of not being Jim Carrey. Unfortunately, he clearly expended all his efforts on not being Jim Carrey, leaving very little energy left to act, or inhabit an actual recognizable or empathetic character, or any of that stuff that actual actors have to do. I submit, and Robin will quibble, but I submit that really any genuine dramatic talent could have done a better job in Carrey’s role than Carrey, because he would have done something more with it than pretend he wasn’t a manic comedian trying desperately to play against type.

OK, except Tobey Maguire, who I believe has genuine dramatic talent, which unfortunately is only good for playing one role. Which unfortunately people keep hiring him to play. And no, I didn’t see Seabiscuit. Yes, I’m sure it was a good movie. But so was Wonder Boys and so was Cider House Rules and so was October Sky, and the fact remains that Tobey Maguire has played exactly one role in his overearnest and unassuming career.

Last point: DO NOT READ ANY OTHER REVIEWS OF THIS MOVIE. Seriously. I thought the film critics were revealing minor plot elements, but they were casually dropping endings and major plot twists. I would have enjoyed the movie even more without that foreknowledge.

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