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Over at @villagevoice, I wrote about the @Miss_GraceJones retrospective at @MetrographNYC.
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Over at @VoiceMediaGroup, I did long pieces on @UnsolvedUSA & #PersonalProblems, and did blurbs on #TheForgiven, #TheLullaby, @UsandThemFilm & @What_We_Started.
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Over at @NashvilleScene, I reviewed @Death_of_Stalin and did blurbs on Under African Skies, Persona and The Day the Earth Stood Still.
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Over at @NashvilleScene, I reviewed @redsparrowmovie. I also did a blurb on #TwoDaysOneNight.
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Over at @VoiceMediaGroup, I essayed up @drunkhistory and @anotherperiod. I also reviewed #TheCured, #LookingGlass & #HalfMagic, contributed a film-poll list and gave some thoughts on the past film year.
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I forgot I wrote two pieces on @theblackpanther for @rightoncorpus. (Hey, it was a while ago.) I also made a list of the top, Navy-pilot movies that don’t have “Top” or “Gun” in the title.
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Over at @culturemap, I broke down all the stuff that’s going on at @MardiGrasGalv.
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Over at @RightOnCorpus, I dropped two listicles: one listing films sexier than @FiftyShades, and one listing films that were shot in Corpus Christi.
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Over at @nashvillescene, I reviewed #FilmStarsDontDieinLiverpool.
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A (REJECTED) REVIEW OF ‘BEYOND SKYLINE’
[I was assigned to review this movie. I did, and the editor told me someone already was assigned to review it. Whatever -- I still got paid. Here it is anyway. -- CDL]
Beyond Skyline can best be described as the type of dream Simon Abrams, the Voice’s resident genre movie-worshipping critic, would have after a night of binge-drinking, Indonesian food and straight-to-video, sci-fi flicks from the ‘80s.
The movie starts off as your standard-issue, alien-invader film, as a hard-drinking, widowed LA detective (Frank Grillo) tries to lead his estranged, juvenile-delinquent son (Jonny Weston) and others to safety as the whole town gets taken over by creatures from another planet. Unfortunately, he and the survivors (which includes Antonio “Huggy Bear” Fargas in an all-too-brief role as a blind, shit-talking veteran) gets sucked into their ship (which looks like where Emerson, Lake and Palmer shot the cover for their Brain Salad Surgery album), where he finds out brains are being taken out of humans and implanted into slave aliens. But just when you think that’s what the movie is about, it goes into martial-arts mode as the ship makes a crash landing in Indonesia and local action hero Iko Uwais shows up, kicking all kinds of alien ass as the merciless leader of an underground resistance.
In this sequel to the 2010 extraterrestrial thriller Skyline, original co-writer Liam O’Donnell handles the directing duties last occupied by brothers/special-effects artists Greg and Colin Strause (they are listed as producers). O’Donnell takes obvious glee in not only mashing up various, B-movie genres in one film (he slides in a tribute to Japanese monster movies of the ‘50s with a land-obliterating climax), but also indulging in some rampant, ridiculous schlockiness. There’s even an end-credits, blooper montage, where we see stilt-wearing stuntmen trying to stay upright as the aliens and the cast trying not to look like idiots as they swing around in front of green screens.
Beyond Skyline is cheap-looking, cheesy, campy, corny – and silly and fun enough to check out again.
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Over at @VoiceMediaGroup, I reviewed #MomandDad, @KickboxerII, @bilal_movie and @LiesWeTellFilm.
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A BLOG POST ABOUT NOT BEING A SEX OFFENDER (THAT’S THE OTHER GUY!)
I have the same name as a registered sex offender.
There’s no other way to say it. Somewhere in Kentucky, there is a man who shares the same exact name – right down to the middle name, although mine is spelled “Dwayne” – as I do, and I’m quite sure his existence is the reason why I don’t have a job.
I recently racked my brain trying to figure out how I’ve been able to stay broke and unemployed for so long. (Some of you may remember that I briefly blamed my still-active AOL account.) I recently drew up a list of possibilities (I believe “God doesn’t like me” was one of them), and the sex-offender guy was high atop the list.
I found out about my nasty-ass namesake several years ago when I was doing something one night I shouldn’t have: I Googled myself. As I scrolled through the page results, I noticed my name also belonged to some dude in another state, a dude who was on the state’s sex offender registry. I clicked on the link and, sure enough, I looked at the mugshot of a man who fit the sex-offender profile: bitterly middle-aged, looking like a failed insurance salesman, wearing the signature, child-molester glasses. The rap sheet was predictably depraved: convictions for predatory, criminal sexual assault, aggravated criminal sex abuse/bodily harm, aggravated, criminal sex abuse towards a victim between the ages of 13 and 16. Yeah, in short, this muhfucka ain’t shit.
At first, I found it funny. As someone who believes he has the worst luck of any person in history, of course, I have the same name as a sex offender. It’s just one more terrible, shitty thing I’m stuck with. I would joke about it with my friends. But, lately, I’m starting to believe that this other guy, a man I don’t even know, has been keeping me from getting steady work. I’m sure places where I’ve applied for jobs immediately went online to investigate me. And I’m sure, at some point, they got to the point where they see the same thing I saw so many years ago. But, instead of maybe delving a bit further and discovering that I’m not, in fact, that guy, they just automatically assume that I’m him and say, “Well, we’re not hiring that sick fuck!”
Unless, I’m on some kind of blacklist I don’t know about, this has to be it. (If you know of any reasons why I can’t find work, whether it’s having a shitty resume or a shitty attitude, please let me know.) I mean, I’ve been unemployed for most of the decade, and I’ve been applying for jobs left and right. Not to mention it’s been getting increasingly difficult finding steady freelance work. It’s bad enough I’m in my hometown of Houston, struggling my ass off, trying to figure out when and where my next dollar is coming from. But this shit is getting increasingly ridiculous.
I honestly don’t know what to do about this. Do I change my name? Do I track down one of those people who scramble the Google search results and bury that Kentucky guy deep, deep, deep in the web? I thought I was already doing that by churning out more work and having most of that appear in the top results when you Google my name. But the dude is still out there, haunting me, keeping me from having a comfortable living, a place to stay and a life where I don’t have to wonder how the fuck am I going to eat today!
For the record, to all the people who I’ve applied to and are considering hiring me, I am not a registered sex offender. Believe it or not, I don’t even have a criminal record. If, by some chance, you have heard some unscrupulous shit about me, hit me up and I will honestly let you know if it’s true or not. (Any reader of this blog will tell you I have no problems disclosing my pluses and minuses.) Basically, what I’m trying to say is give me a gotdamn job already! This shit has gotten infuriating! At least give me something that’ll have me moving into a one-bedroom sometime soon. I really don’t want to spend another year wondering how the fuck am I going to live!
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Over at @culturemap, I wrote about @HoustonCritics and their upcoming awards show, where they salute the furry guy above.
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Over at @nashvillescene, I contributed to the 2017 Jim Ridley Memorial Film Poll, where I admit to walking out on this film.
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THE BEST TV OF 2017: THE UNCLE CRIZZLE EDITION
Too much horrible shit happened to me in 2017 to get fully immersed in binge-watching EVERY GOTDAMN SHOW THAT’S OUT THERE! (I don’t know how Questlove does it!) But I dipped into several things that turned out to be some exceptional TV. And they are:
1. Twin Peaks: The Return (Showtime) – Mark Frost and David Lynch’s 18-part trip back the ABC cult soap they somehow got on network TV in the ‘90s is still a magnificent ride. Hilarious, terrifying, baffling, addictive, mystifying -- every episode left me wanting more. And by the time it got to its expectation-obliterating mindfuck of a last episode, this revival-for-people-who-hate-revival’s message was pretty clear: Maybe it’s best to leave the past in the past.
2. American Vandal and The Keepers (Netflix) – Keepers is a jaw-dropping, true-crime series about the decades-old, unsolved murder of a nun and the unspeakable acts she knew was happening at a catholic school. Vandal is a dizzyingly clever dramedy that poked fun at Keepers, Making a Murderer and other shows of its ilk. What both shows brilliantly did was convey the secrets, lies and personal confusion teenagers usually deal with during their formative years. Fuck war – high school is hell!
3. Bojack Horseman (Netflix) and Rick and Morty (Adult Swim) – These two savagely satirical cartoons are also the best tragicomedies that are currently on TV. Both shows feature arrogant, astoundingly damaged protagonists who stay suspended in a state of self-centeredness, almost unwilling to accept the damage they end up inflicting upon the people they claim to care about. Man, why are animated shows often the realest shows on TV?
4. Jimmy Kimmel Live (ABC) and The Late Show with Stephen Colbert (CBS) – I don’t understand why late-night talk shows rarely get ten-best love this time of year. These two shows not only give consistent, nightly entertainment, but two hosts – guys who took a while for them to truly find their footing – who aren’t afraid to be honest and opinionated when it comes to what’s happening in the world. Letterman would be proud.
5. Better Things (FX) and One Day at a Time (Netflix) – I don’t know if Louis CK’s sexual-misconduct trouble brought the show more into mainstream focus, but more people (especially critics) realized this season what I realized last season: Pamela Adlon’s single-mom-com is a work of sarcastic, cathartic genius. Meanwhile, the Latin reboot of Norman Lear’s iconic single-mom-com turned out to be an actually well-done revamp. Speaking of moms on the edge…
6. I’m Sorry (truTV) – The best new show none of y’all probably saw was Andrea Savage’s savagely funny sitcom that started out as a Curb Your Enthusiasm for women, but ended up being a witty look at how a married funnywoman (played by Savage, of course) with kids tries to stay sane and appropriate in the City of Angels.
7. Last Week Tonight with John Oliver (HBO) and Full Frontal with Samantha Bee (TBS) – The Daily Show vets continue to fight the good fight during our Trumpalicious times, making sense of all this terrible, terrible shit and trying to mine some comedy out of it. At this point in the game, these two are basically comedy angels – and they seriously need a hug.
8. The Carmichael Show (NBC) -- The minute I saw that its third-season opener would be about rape (a very funny episode, BTW), I knew that this sitcom’s days were numbered. But I’m still pissed that this usually brilliant, often hilarious, all-the-way Black show was cut in his prime. There’s a special place in hell for the execs who foolishly thought Marlon would be a suitable replacement after this show got the ax.
9. Insecure (HBO) – Although there were a couple of off episodes (what was the deal with that blow-job ep?), Issa Rae’s catty-but-cackle-worthy sitcom still remains a heavily divisive yet wildly fascinating show for folk who need to know how single Black people are living these days. BTW, BEST MUSIC CUES EVER!
10. The Defiant Ones (HBO) – Allan Hughes’s rollicking, four-part chronicle of the partnership between workaholic musical hellraisers Dr. Dre and Jimmy Iovine is basically a less-bleak O.J.: Made in America, a novelistic look at how music and culture has changed in the forty years – and how these guys changed it.
OK, one more…
11: Patton Oswalt: Annihilation (Netflix) – By far, the best comedy special that dropped in 2017 was Patton Oswalt’s searing but unbelievably funny latest, where he delved into the sudden death of his wife and how life has generally been after that. Also, shout-out to Dave Chappelle for immediately following up those tone-deaf specials he dropped earlier in the year with the hilarious, honest two-punch of Equanimity and The Bird Revelation.
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If you honestly want to know the movies I enjoyed in 2017, my ten-best list is over at @ebertvoices (scroll down).
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THE WORST MOVIES OF 2017: THE UNCLE CRIZZLE EDITION
As someone who reviews awful movies on the regular, I could easily give you about fifty, truly terrible films I caught this year. But, as always, the top ten are the ones that I thought would at least be interesting. Instead, they disappointed the shit out of me. And they are:
1. A Ghost Story – I’m still trying out what colleagues whom I respect see in this boring, pretentious-ass waste. Even the sight of that mesmerizing waif Rooney Mara stress-gorging on pie wasn’t enough for me to give a fuck about this.
2. Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets – What should’ve been a marvelously pulpy adaptation of a classic, French, sci-fi comic book series was an busy, unappealing eyesore, complete with vapid lead performances from blank-slate pretty faces Dane DeHaan and Cara Delevingne and a pointless, bloated cameo from Rihanna. This movie pissed me the fuck off.
3. Downsizing – The latest from well-respected auteur Alexander Payne (Election, Sideways) was a misguided attempt at class satire that eventually turned into one of the most racist films I’ve seen in recent memory. Seriously, Hong Chau better not win a Golden Globe for basically doing Anjelah Johnson’s nail-salon lady for the duration of a movie.
4. The Snowman – I defy anyone to tell me what the hell was going on in this incomprehensible, snow-capped clusterfuck. Even director Tomas Alfredson, who stepped in for Martin Scorsese, immediately began distancing himself from this whodunit in interviews, saying a lot of what he wanted to film didn’t end up in the final project. But a dubbed Val Kilmer wandering around like a deranged old man – that easily made it in, huh?
5. The Book of Henry – What was supposed to be director Colin Trevorrow’s chance to make a simple, humanistic bit of filmmaking before helming the ninth Star Wars movie turned out to be what allegedly got him fired from starting work on that project. Hey, if someone made a batshit-crazy movie about a woman who attempts to kill her next-door, child-molesting neighbor because her dead son told her to, would you give him the keys to the Millennium Falcon?
6. The Mummy – Yeah, this was supposed to be the beginning of the “Dark Universe” franchise. Instead, it was derivative nonsense that wasted a game Tom Cruise and made you not want to deal with the monsters from Universal’s heyday. I’m glad “Dark Universe” is dead and gone.
7. All I See Is You – Seriously, what the fuck are we gonna do with Blake Lively? Even though The Shallows made a lot of people believe this blond fox had some depth to her, this horseshit from Marc Forster (Monster’s Ball), where Lively played a blind chick who gets her eyesight back and starts to think her husband is holding her back, only reminded us how much shit we’ll take from cute, white women before we’re like, “Yeah, why am I watching this?”
8. CHiPs – Yeah, Baywatch was some sun-soaked bullshit. But the worst movie of 2017 based on a memorably cheesy TV show was this infuriating garbage, which only existed to show that stars Dax Shepard (who also directed) and Michael Pena were some badass dudes drunk off their own machismo. Speaking of toxic-masculinity bullshit…
9. Fist Fight – True story: A friend and I got high before the movie. It was sativa, so I was tripping balls. When we watched the movie, even the disorienting high I was having couldn’t keep me from noticing how fuckin’ putrid this movie was. By the way, this movie also wasted Christina Hendricks, which pissed me off beyond belief.
10. American Assassin – All I gotta say is: WORST USE OF MICHAEL KEATON EVER!
Can I throw one more in there?
11. Any movie starring Bruce Willis – Seriously, what the fuck happened to this guy? Remember how awesome he was in Die Hard and The Sixth Sense? Now, he’s phoning it the fuck in in atrocities like this and that. I’m starting to think Kevin Smith has every right to constantly remind people he’s a bitch to work with.
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