or: I Didn’t Even Get to Pagina-Man
War Starts at Midnight returns as The Dudes review Noah Baumbach’s latest, The Meyerowitz Stories (New and Selected), and discuss the shortcomings (and benefits) of Netflix’s “day-and-date” distribution model, compare Adam Sandler to Nicolas Cage, and ponder the outcome of a duel between Vanilla Ice and Mark Twain.
00:08:09 – Review – The Meyerowitz Stories (New and Selected)
00:24:31 – SPOILERS – The Meyerowitz Stories (New and Selected)
00:36:36 – Beer Pairing: Highland Scoundrel by 4th Tap Brewing Co-Op
“Pyramids” – Man Man
00:40:37 – Fantasy Movie League Preview – Week 10
“Head On” – Man Man
00:53:04 – Really Rad Recommendations
or: I’m strictly a one-dinosaur man
Chris and Hunter review the newest screwball dramedy from Noah Baumbach & Greta Gerwig, Mistress America. Chris recommends a rural Okie brew that reminds him of Gerwig’s indie-darling adorableness. In Special Features, the Dudes discuss Great Actress & Director Collaborations, including a meandering meditation on Michael Bay, Megan Fox, and the Male Gaze. *PLUS* The 2015 Summer Movie Dating Game! Don’t ask, just listen.
Subscribe: iTunes | Pocket Casts | Stitcher | RSS
Follow: Facebook | Twitter | Tumblr | Spotify Playlist
Help us reach new listeners by reviewing the show on iTunes.
Still need more War Starts at Midnight in your life? Subscribe to the Midweek Memo.
00:10:21 – Review – Mistress America
00:40:13 – Beer Recommendation: Brewmaster’s Signature Series Gose by Choc Beer Company
Evil Girls – Escondido
00:43:20 – Special Features – Great Director & Actress Collaborations
Heart is Black – Escondido
01:00:47 – Really Rad Recommendations
This post is part of our weekly newsletter, the Midweek Memo. Subscribe to it here.
Films are supposed to be relatable.
Ok, ok, not really. Declaring a piece of art “not relatable” and using that flimsy framework as grounds for its dismissal is a modern conceit driven by self-absorbed narcissists who insist that all the art they consume must be a reflection of themselves, or rather how they see themselves, and as a consequence denies them the nourishing power of great drama that hails from a less solipsistic period (see Exhibit A, Ira Glass, “Shakespeare Sucks”).
But I digress…
For the sake of argument, lets say films are supposed to be relatable.
Fine, but what if it a film is more than relatable? What if it feels like the filmmaker has actually crawled into your psyche, dug out your Id, and is projecting light through your subconscious and onto a screen?
That would suck.
If you’ve ever experienced anything like it, then you can “relate” to my experience with the films of Noah Baumbach.
Let’s start here –