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Doc of the Day: “Big Easy to Big Empty: The Untold Story of the Drowning of New Orleans”

I’ve only ever been to New Orleans once in my life, and I wasn’t even there for 18 hours – I was on an Amtrak “See America” railpass, and the train stopped into Nawlins in late afternoon, then took off again at around 6:30 AM – but it still made an impression on me. Granted, I didn’t see much of the city, since the only places I went were from the train station to the French Quarter and back, but, still, I loved it, and I’ve wanted to go back ever since, so I was just as upset as anyone when the city was devastated as a result of Hurricane Katrina.

Watching “Big Easy to Big Empty,” the short but powerful documentary by reporter Greg Palast and producer Matt Pascerella, I’d like to tell you I was surprised at the anti-Bush slant to the coverage, but A) I wasn’t, and B) I’m not exactly pro-Bush myself, so I sure as hell wasn’t bothered by it, anyway. And, really, how can you help but paint an anti-Bush slant when it’s revealed that the White House knew full well that the levees of the city were destined to fail, yet they did nothing to have the problem fixed? Palast shows us a house which sat in the path of the flood waters, noting the number which has been painted on the front window in order to clarify how many bodies were pulled from the house. It’s horrifying.

We find out that the city’s evacuation planning was left up to IEM (Innovative Emergency Management), who were paid a half million dollars to create a plan, then didn’t. We see a field of FEMA trailers, where the residents are all but trapped for the time being, with access to bus rides to Wal-Mart but not much else in the way of transportation. We also find out that there’s an ongoing plot in New Orleans to rebuild the city as a sort of “Six Flags Over Louisiana,” where it’s non-stop alcohol down Bourbon Street and the streets are, shall we say, a little less dark than they were before the Ninth Ward was destroyed in the flooding; disturbingly, a portion of this plot includes leaving some residents locked out of their apartments, even though they were never affected by the flooding in the first place, just because it’s high-dollar real estate that could be better serving the city in forms other than low-rent housing.

Of course, let’s be realistic here: “Big Easy to Big Empty” feels about as biased as Michael Moore at his most pissed off. Palast comes off looking like a real bully at times, particularly when he invades the offices of IEM in search of answers, and there’s a certain feeling that he’s going for the most sensational interviews possible. Still, there’s no reason to believe that the facts he provides are anything less than accurate; this DVD was released through Disinfo.com, and they’re pretty good about offering the unpolished truths you won’t generally get elsewhere in the U.S. media.

In the end, we’re still left wondering exactly what’s going on down in the Big Easy…and, personally, I’m wondering if I’m quite as interested in giving them my tourism dollars as I thought I was.

Doc of the Day: “Flock of Dodos”

The first time I heard about “Flock of Dodos,” I immediately thought of the ongoing battle on “Friends” between Ross and Phoebe about evolution.

Ross: You don’t believe in evolution?
Phoebe: I don’t know, it’s just…you know, monkeys, Darwin…you know, it’s a…it’s a nice story. I just think it’s a little too easy.
Ross: Too easy? Too….the process of every living thing on this planet evolving over millions of years from single-celled organisms is… is too easy?
Phoebe: Yeah, I just don’t buy it.
Ross: Uh, excuse me, evolution is not for you to buy, Phoebe. Evolution is scientific fact, like…like…like the air we breathe. Like gravity.
Phoebe: Oh, okay, don’t get me started on gravity

Thankfully, the participants in the debates between the two predominant viewpoints within “Flock of Dodos” – Evolutionists vs. Intelligent Designers – tend to be a little bit more open-minded. (There is, however, one tale of a Creationist telling a woman that, because she’s an Episcopalian, she’s going to burn in Hell…but, then, as an Episcopalian myself, I expect she’s used to hearing that by now. We get that all the time.)

Randy Olson is a filmmaker. He’s also an evolutionary biologist, although he hasn’t actively worked in the field for a few years. When his mom began writing him from his home state of Kansas, keeping him informed about various school board battles involving evolution and intelligent design, it spurred Olson to make a film which posed a few questions, first and foremost being, “If we’re so unabashedly certain that evolution is a fact, then why is it still called a theory?” Next up: “What’s the deal on this whole ‘intelligent design’ thing, and is it really as viable as its proponents would have us believe?”

Olsen delivers an interesting, entertaining look at the battle between science and religion, interrupting the intelligent discourse on occasion with animation and caricatures to lighten the mood. Sometimes, however, valuable information can be delivered in a humorous manner, such as when the question is posed that if there’s truly an intelligent designer to the creatures on this planet, then why do rabbits have to eat something, poop it, and then eat it again for it to be properly digested? (True story…and they even show it!) It’s almost a running joke about how the intelligent design folk like to utilize Mt. Rushmore as an example of something that you’d look at and say, “Well, obviously, this thing was designed by someone,” only to follow by suggesting that the same could be said of any mountain, since you can’t disprove the concept. Fair enough…I guess.

As someone who lives in the same area as Pat Robertson, Regent University, and “The 700 Club,” you’d think I’d feel the hot breath of the creationists breathing down my neck even as I’m writing this very review, but, in fact, filmmaker / evolutionary biologist Randy Olson isn’t sporting devil horns during the course of his documentary…or, in other words, he’s not the Michael Moore of his subgenre. He’s a nice guy with a good sense of humor who doesn’t have an in-your-face attitude about his beliefs, and for the most part, the Intelligent Design folk that he’s chatting with come across a nice people, too. (The exception to that rule tends to come up whenever The Discovery Institute enters the picture.) He tries not to browbeat the people he’s talking with, and for their part, they generally try to hold polite conversations with him, even though they don’t agree with each other. In the end, Olsen politely suggests that the Intelligent Designers suffer from a tendency to examine their premise with their heart without factoring science into the equation…and while I’m of the mind that people are welcome to their own beliefs, I have to say that I’m in Olson’s camp.

But, then, as an Episcopalian, I’m apparently already going to Hell, anyway, so it’s not like I’m really going out on a limb.

P.S. There’s a lot more discussion on the topic amongst the special features of the DVD. Count on this becoming a staple of college biology classes in future years.

Doc of the Day: “Heavy Petting”

Surely you didn’t think you were rid of me just because the Scare of the Day feature had wrapped up. Wait ’til you get a load of November’s feature: Doc of the Day. It’s not like horror flicks are the only kind of DVDs that pile up around here, you know; we’ve also got a ton of documentaries sitting around, too, and since we managed to clear quite a lot of space last month, we might as well keep the ball rolling.

I figured I’d start with the easiest one in the pile, and what makes it the easiest is that it’s the only one I’ve actually seen before: “Heavy Petting,” which was originally released back in 1989. I remember seeing the trailer for it at the beginning of some VHS tape or other, and the concept immediately struck my fancy: get a bunch of hipster icons, sit them in front of a camera, have them reminisce about their introduction to the concept of sexuality, then get them to discuss their early experiences with dating, romance, and gettin’ it onnnnnnnnnnnnnn…

Okay, maybe it sounds a little creepy when I describe it that way, but the mood is lightened considerably by the interspersing of clips from ’50s instructional films about the aforementioned topics, which range from naively quaint to laughably ridiculous, and the whole thing is set to a soundtrack of ’50s rock n’ roll, including “Dedicated to the One I Love,” “Rockin’ Robin,” and “Ready Teddy,” among others. It’s not strictly instructional films, though; also incorporated into the mix is footage from the films of Marlon Brando, James Dean, Elvis Presley, and other icons of the ’50s. Plus, the roll call of contributors is decidedly impressive. David Byrne, Sandra Bernhard, Abbie Hoffman, Spalding Gray, Ann Magnuson, and Laurie Anderson all pop up, as do more unlikely contributors such as Josh Mostel and John Oates, but the most entertaining appearances come from the side-by-side duo of William S. Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg, who come off like the alt-lit version of Matthau and Lemmon.

It’s a bit unnerving to hear Byrne discuss how he used to think that masturbating too much could lead to an inability to get it up when with an actual girl, or to have Gray suggest a connection between the comforting touch of animal fur on one’s member and the huge sales figures for Davy Crockett coonskin caps in the 1950s, but the reality is this: at least one of the stories in “Heavy Petting” – probably more than one, truth be told – will make you blush not because you’re embarrassed at the frankness of it but, rather, because you went through the exact same thing yourself. It probably won’t happen during Hoffman’s reminiscences of the night he and some pals attempted to perform a circle jerk until they’d filled a milk bottle, but trust me, it’ll happen eventually.

If it happens during this clip, though, I don’t need to know about it:

The biggest complaint about the film is that the various talking heads are only identified at the very beginning of the film, in a “appearing, in order” list of credits, and at the very end, in an admittedly cute segment which offers up photos of each of them in their younger days. This means, though, that if you don’t recognize who’s talking, you’ll either have to wait ’til the end to figure out who they were, or you’ll have to count backwards through that list of credits from the beginning…and unless you’ve got a photographic memory, you’re gonna need a score card to pull that off successfully. (“Let’s see, the last person was Laurie Anderson, and this person here is Frances Farmer, and we’ve already seen Ann Magnuson, so…that means that the woman we saw three people ago must’ve been Zoe Tamerlis!”)

Disc 1 includes an interview with director Obie Benz and extended cuts of the sexual confessions of Ginsberg, Burroughs, Gray, Hoffman, et al, but it’s the bonus second disc that’ll really impress the cool kids, as it offers up ten original sex ed, anti-pornography and VD scare films from the 1930s through the 1950s. This is classic stuff that’s laugh out loud hilarious, which makes it perfect to have running on the DVD player during your next party…particularly this one:

(And if you really must watch Pt. 2, it’s right here.)

Rambo is back, but does anyone care?

The trailer for the new Rambo flick (ingeniously titled “Rambo”) has finally hit the net, and I can’t tell whether the movie is supposed to be a follow-up to the third film in the popular action series or a sequel to “The Pacifier.” In it, John Rambo plays babysitter to a group of Christian missionaries after they’re kidnapped in Thailand. Along with his trusty knife, bow and cliched dialogue (“Live for nothing, or die for something” – seriously?), the Vietnam vet wreaks havoc on the savage Burmese mercenaries.

Sylvester Stallone has gone on record as saying that the reason the film wasn’t titled “John Rambo” (like “Rocky Balboa,” which signified the end of a franchise), is because he’s still very much open to making more. Too bad. If this trailer is any indication – not to mention it’s January release date – they should have quit while they were ahead.

Click here to check out the trailer, and then come back to let us know what you think.

Scare(s) of the Day: “Vincent Price: MGM Scream Legends Collection”

It’s a long scary day ’round my place, as I celebrate the final Scare of the Day for October by working my way through MGM’s awesome new box dedicated to that legendary scare-master, Vincent Price. I’ve actually been tackling one or two of these films as I’ve had the time, but I wanted to make sure they were all knocked out by the end of the day, so rather than wait ’til the wee hours to get this thing posted, I’m just going to update it as I go. I’ll make the acknowledgment right off the bat, however, that this is no way intended to be a comprehensive collection of all things Price; in fact, without even trying, I can think of half a dozen other horror films on his resume which are part of MGM’s Midnite Movies catalog. Does that mean we’ll get a “Volume 2” come next Halloween…? We can only hope.

Tales of Terror – Price found himself in the midst of Edgar Allan Poe adaptations plenty of times within his career, but few are more enjoyable than this trio of tales, directed and produced by the inestimable Roger Corman.

Though he’s teamed with Peter Lorre and Basil Rathbone in the second and third segments, respectively, it’s in the first – “Morella” – where Price is truly the star. He plays Locke, a man who has spent decades mourning the death of his wife, who died in childbirth. When Lenora, the child in question, returns home after an absence of many years, she’s shocked to find the family mansion in disarray and her father but a shadow of the man he once was; of course, she’s even more shocked when she finds that Daddy’s been keeping the decomposing corpse of Mommy lying around for all this time. Somehow, father and daughter manage to reconcile, but in the end, it’s Moms who gets the last laugh.

The best of the three segments is unquestionably “The Black Cat,” which finds Lorre taking the lead role as Montresor Herringbone, a drunken lout who proves that just because you’re a drunk and a lout doesn’t mean you can’t be a clever – and deadly – son of a bitch. The entire story is played far more for laughs than horror, but the final shot is gleefully gruesome. Lorre goes all out with his drunk routine, though he probably had little choice in the matter if he wanted to match Price’s vigorously slimy performance as Fortunato, a pretentious wine connoisseur who ends up sleeping with Herringbone’s wife, the gorgeous Annabel (played by the gorgeous Joyce Jameson); the scene where Herringbone and Fortunato have a wine taste-off is, in and of itself, worth owning the film…if not this entire box set.

Though “The Black Cat” inspires quite a few chuckles, “The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar” leads one to believe that Corman prefers to leave his viewers screaming rather than laughing. Here, Price plays the title character, a dying man who decides to provide a mesmerist by the name of Carmichael (Rathbone) with the opportunity of a lifetime: to hypnotize him at the moment of his death, to see if his passing can be prolonged via hypnotic suggestion. The experiment proves only half-successful; Valdemar remains in a half-dead / half-alive state, where his body is gone but his mind lives on, trapped within the lifeless vessel. Valdemar’s wife, Helen (Deborah Paget), and his longtime friend, Dr. Elliot James, demand that Carmichael release his subject, but Carmichael refuses, calling it the opportunity of a lifetime, providing him with the chance to find out what lies beyond this plane of existence. (You will not be shocked to discover that Carmichael soon gets the chance to learn about it first hand.) Rathbone is good and evil in his role, and Price’s ghostly voiceover is suitably spooky, making for a nice and creepy finale to three consistently enjoyable scares.

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