If power is going to shift toward equality, men have to see power less as an inherent right and more as something we can be incentivized to relinquish.
Director and punk rock enthusiast Scott Crawford talks with Allyson McCabe about his film Salad Days, his punk fanzine Metrozine, Kickstarter, and DIY music culture.
Gyllenhaal is a perfect sociopath. His calm and calculated demeanor is accentuated by the hollow look in his eyes. He delights in the demise of his peers. He has no remorse. Sounds like the kids I went to college with.
The film was not risky, entirely creative, or a completely necessary addition, but it was a fun sort of “update” for fans of the original Dumb and Dumber.
Birdman boils down to the same essential question of how we spend our days, and how those days add up to our years. How we make our story matter, and whether legacy is the point of existence, in how we measure the worth of our lives.
It seems to me that the mentally ill are almost always relegated to the role of visionary, antihero, schlock-horror fiend, or crass comedic foil, while we in turn submit to a familiar sense of awe, levity or revulsion.
Juliette Lewis will decide to stage dive onto just me. Later, Drew Barrymore will make Alia Shawkat cry in front of a hundred extras. Later, Juno will face-plant. Hard.
What gives the road movie (or, more broadly, the epic voyage) its staying power across cultures and time is an intrinsic narrative structure with a built-in beginning and end in the form of a starting point and destination.