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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Karyn Paige drops Game on: TREME


The beautiful and talented Miss Karyn "Game" Paige has honored me by dropping her first bloggy blog on Dublin's World. This will hopefully be the first in a series of posts about the new David Simon show Treme. KP, take it away:

Treme: Episode One

Karyn’s first rule for getting into any new series: Always get past Episode One before you make any lasting decisions on whether you’re going to stay with it or not. In the case of “Treme”, I am at fault for compromising my own rule.

“Treme”, pronounced treh-MAY, is the newest series by David Simon, creator and principal writer for the critically-acclaimed and socially-respected HBO series, “The Wire.” Without knowing anything else about the show, I was already intrigued by what “Treme” would have to offer based on “The Wire’s” reputation. Once I discovered that it was a series depicting a community of musicians in New Orleans three months after Hurricane Katrina, I was that much closer to being sold on the series sight-unseen.

The premise of this series also hits very close to home for me, personally. My father and his entire side of my family were all born and raised in New Orleans. They all evacuated during Katrina, and many of them have since returned to rebuild their lives there. Also, I am a singer and surround myself with musicians who strive to tap into the soul and jazz that was born and raised in New Orleans. Needless to say, I can identify with the subject matter of “Treme” on many levels.

There are so many familiarities between “Treme” and “The Wire” that it is eerily comfortable to watch. As usual, HBO has cast its characters for the series from a very small, but very worthy, pool of actors. If you tune into the show you will recognize Wendell Pierce, who played Bunk, as a trombone player, and Clarke Peters, who played Lester Freamon, in the role of someone who returns to a ravaged Treme to rebuild his dysfunctional life. You will also see Khandi Alexander from “The Corner,” Simon’s precursor to “The Wire,” as Pierce’s elegantly haggard bar-owning ex-wife.

Episode One opens with one of Simon’s ambiguous prologue, leaving you almost dizzy with fragmented images that you won’t be sure what to do with, but you don’t mind that so much. As the episode unfolds, the viewer is introduced to characters filled with intricate complexity; the kind that leave you uncertain if you should love them, hate them, or keep them at arms’ length. One perfect example of this is Steve Zahn’s character, Davis McAlary. He plays an aging DJ who is a has-been guitarist who never was. His character is smarmy at best, but as you continue to let the episode unfold he constantly rides the fence of social redemption. Characters such as this are just one reason why David Simon is so good at what he does. He makes you want to care about what will happen to even the most pathetic of men.

Expect to immerse yourself in another signature Simon trait; deceivingly dense dialogue that stretches your ear. There is little coddling and condescension for the viewer’s convenience here. The actors deliver their lines so conversationally it is as if they are being caught on candid camera and you are the voyeur. The script is filled with authentic colloquialisms like true dat, shawty, bruh, so-and-so and dem, etc., that never feel forced. As someone who grew up hearing that vernacular on a regular basis, it comes across very true to life. One of my favorite lines comes from the well-cast John Goodman, who claims to be “as cool as a cucumber up an Archbishop’s ass” even though he is obviously getting hot under the collar as he speaks.

There has been some criticism by internet bloggers that “Treme” does not really have an interesting enough premise to hold up as a series. The naysayers feel that a series about Katrina is too somber, and that all New Orleans has to offer is jazz and food, but that isn’t enough to keep the show going either. David Simon cleverly addresses that in the aforementioned John Goodman scene, when a British reporter tells Goodman that jazz is “passe’,” and New Orleans cuisine is “provincial,” and like America is “too fat and too rich.” Goodman responds by throwing the reporter’s microphone into a canal. Naysayers, this is your cue to change the channel. Every show on television isn’t for everybody. Lord knows I don’t watch “Grey’s Anatomy.”

You will find little telegraphing and overt explanation of the havoc that Katrina wreaked on New Orleans in the script. The characters all have the underlying backstory of being survivors, and when they talk about the past, it comes across as very polite yet in-the-loop conversation. Imagine dialogue like, “How are you? How’s your house? How much water do y’all have?” There is an understanding of what everyone has just gone through, and Simon does not give it all away in the first episode. Like New Orleans cuisine, it’s got to marinate and simmer before it is ready to be served.

The final scene of Episode One takes place at a funeral procession in which Pierce’s character has been hired to play in the brass band. They play a slow ragtime march, displaying the tradition of generations and the inevitability of death and remembrance for its verious reasons. In this case it is the death of an evacuee, but it plays as a familiar scene for this community rich and elderly in culture. It is bittersweet and haunting, yet more of what Simon is best at creating.

In case you were wondering, “Treme” has already banked 20 episodes, so there is no need to worry that the show will not make it to the second season. With that in mind, take a chance on Episode One. You will want to stay for Episode Two. True dat, bruh.

xoxo,

KP

Monday, April 12, 2010

The Tea Party Movement: White People gone Wild?


Despite endless discussions about the tea party movement in newspapers, talk shows, blogs, magazines, radio etc, no one has been able to clearly describe the unified ideology behind it all. Not even the members themselves seem to agree. Some say they joined their local Tea Party to "fight taxes" or "fight health care" or "fight socialism" or fight whatever. Everyone in the Tea Parties seems to at least be united in their anger and rage, a vile disgust with where they see America headed. As I look at images of their rallies and interviews I've noticed something else that unites them; they're all Caucasian.
Sure, I'm generalizing. There's got to be a person of color somewhere in that ugly mess but it seems like they're harder to find then a sensible truth in a Sarah Palin speech. Not that I think it's really their whiteness that unites them. It’s the fantasy they share, the “American White Fantasy” that unites them the belief that this is a "white" country, that an American, a true American is tall; blue eyed, blond haired, straight laced, just like, like, Tim McVeigh. I'm getting way off track and losing my point.
The "White Fantasy" is a real thing. You see it in Norman Rockwell artwork and in the sitcoms of the nineteen fifties. You see it in almost all movies until the early sixties. There was truth to it in the sense that white men had most of the power but the idea that this was ever really a "white" country was never true. Never ever. And I'm not just talking about the Native tribes, I'm talking about the Chinese, the Latin folks, the Africans and everybody in between that rambled in (not always by choice obviously) and made America the wild, ugly, bloody, mixed up, tragic, beautiful, place that it is and continues to be.
The "White Fantasy" still lives on in the minds of a many people even as it slowly dissolves from the real world. The election of a black president really put some holes in it and I think that pissed some people off. I doubt anybody likes their vision of the world being challenged. It makes a person start to question everything and that can be frustrating. Some people may react with renewed interest in the world, while others do what humans do best: they adapt. Still, others react with the basest of human instincts: rage. Ladies and gentlemen, I present the Tea Party movement.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Frack the Fracking Frackers: Thoughts on Battlestar Gallactica and TV shows in general.


Around 1999 something happened to TV shows. The hour long drama was suddenly deeper, darker, better written, better acted, better all the way around then it had ever been before. HBO led the way and then came F/X. Not far behind was Showtime, and then finally AMC dropped a few of its own too.
The Sci-Fi Channel (or as some say: the channel for men and women who have an inability to meet other men and women) had to get in the fray and in they got with a re-imagining of the classic 70's show Battlestar Gallactica. Like many other people I thought "why?", "lame", "out of ideas huh?", "stupid", and finally: "who cares". A few years passed and I lived my oblivious life until I started to hear positive comments about Battlestar from reliable sources including Tim Goodman, the TV writer for the SF Chron and whose opinion I revere. It took me a few more years before I actually put it in the cue, and when it showed up in my mailbox I threw it on and waited to be dazzled.
At first I thought: "This isn't going to do it for me. Except for Eddie Olmos this cast is a bunch of TV actors fresh off the bus from LA who just act so much like, like, TV actors!" But I stuck with it and the writing stepped it up and the actors followed along and stepped up their game as well. Season one made way for Season 2 and 3 and the story twisted and turned in all kinds of directions that packed devastating emotional punches. Like all the other sci fi nerds I became invested, and still am as I finish the last season.
Not to say there aren't flaws. The over use of the Battlestar curse word "frak" was a bit much. Like all shows there were episodes where I got a sense that the writers were treading water as they waited for next week when there would be a real dramatic kick of some kind. I always forgave them for this because when that kick did come, dude, it packed a wallop. There were also times when it seemed a little contrived but very rarely. And even when it was it never reached the levels of contrivance and bullshit that “other shows” did.
When I mention “other shows” I'm talking about the ones that I attempted to enter and just couldn't stay with when I realized I was wasting my time. These "other shows" tried to be in the upper echelon of hour long dramas that Battlestar Gallactica proudly stands in but just couldn't muster the substance or the inspiration. These shows include Rescue Me (started out great and then just became annoying for some reason), The Shield (would have stuck with it but then suddenly realized I just don't give a shit about any of the characters), Breaking Bad (Brian Cranston is the man but thugs just don't talk like that. I'm sorry. The drug dealers on that show all talk like they paint their faces and go to Insane Clown Posse shows on the weekend), and most of all Brotherhood on Showtime.
Brotherhood really irritated me because it had such potential. A show about politics and the dying Irish mob? Yes! But sadly no. Brotherhood sucks ass. Its biggest flaw is that every character, and I mean every single one, acts like a complete and total douche. There is no motivation or reason for anyone to act like they do and when the writers try to create a motivation you can see it from four miles away and it just lands completely false. How could they do that to the Irish!
Some of my dear friends (coincidentally, most of them are in the band Supertaster) have recently entered the world of The Wire. So has my Mother who has just finished the fourth season which, in my opinion, is the best. There has been a lot of talk about The Wire being the greatest TV show ever created and I humored that thought for a few years before coming to a different conclusion.
There is a reason that TV shows became astonishingly good after 1999. '99 was the year The Sopranos pilot aired on HBO. The Sopranos changed everything and started everything that I've discussed above. People realize this and acknowledge The Sopranos but don't necessarily put it as number one. That spot is usually reserved for The Wire because when it all is said and done it comes down to The Wire and The Sopranos. There was a time when I would have gone with The Wire but then I re-watched the entire Sopranos series and now know where my heart really lies. The Wire is real; it’s characters, writing, and acting are all exceptional and move you like no other. But the Sopranos is LIFE.
When the show was originally on everyone was caught up in the killing and mob aspect of it. Viewers were bloodthirsty; judging episodes by the amount of murders and not by their nuances and artistic merit. Most people missed the point. David Chase (the creator of the show) used the Mafia setting to touch on the overall strangeness of life; the beauty and horror of relationships between family and friends, the odd details of being a human on Earth. Above the violence, the sex, the humor (the show is very very funny), the lifestyles, the hits, the death, the show is STRANGE. Strange like life.
So that’s where I stand. The Wire may very well be the best overall show ever made, but for me, in my opinion, The Sopranos stands supreme. And then, just a few notches below both of them, sits Battlestar Gallactica.
-Dublin 04-06-10

Monday, April 5, 2010

Dubb Bloggy Blog and the Blog Pound

Ok, let's get it going. Here we go. Onward & upward. Let's fill this space with tantalizing tidbits and random thoughts that spin on and on and sometimes go somewhere & other times just burn out. It's all good.
I want Dublin’s World to be dedicated to thoughts on music, film, food, life, and the literary. Whatever, I’m not going to set limits.
I want to have contributions from all that feel they have something to say, be it negative, positive but NEVER lukewarm. Feel me?
At some point I would like to conduct interviews with people that I find interesting, but I have no idea when that’ll happen.
-Dublin