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Airborne…in a rant…


The song Brazilian Praise is the best song ever. It reminds one of motor boats, the metropolis, in it’s crowed latin rhythms, but in it’s horns and it’s vocals, it’s more like a tropical beach, always presenting a warm face, with blue waters and golden sunshine. Sails, cocktails on the deck, tans, the colors of the alcohol. Which meant that this boat moved fast, but it didn’t move that fast.

It’s the worlds most infectious elevator music, and you might like it too. And I’m greatly overjoyed to have encountered it. There’s a strange place where tropical music meets video games. I can definitely associate the relationship with reptiles and monkeys. Mario and the turtles, the underwater levels, as well as some of the above ground ones, some even in Egyptian like settings, and there’s no doubt that the beachside races in Mario kart didn’t end up in some afterparty where Toad was slamming rum on the beach. The tropical jams, have been around us for a while. Even sonic the hedgehog seemed to have a tropical ambiance, with the palm trees in the background. Yes, there is such a thing as the palm tree conspiracy, where life is a beach with music and some kind of adventure.

Notice how there was never a tropical theme to the music in Contra? Ever wonder why? There was no beach. They fought through jungles infested with aliens, and the enemy had no knowledge of tropical beach shenanigans on a summer night. This is why they were the alien, they couldn’t relate to the alcohol and the sex. They couldn’t hang with the bright sunshine and other shit. Castlevania too. No tropical theme there. Probably plenty of sex. Although, I can’t remember whether the protagonist was after a chick. The point of Contra? There’s no chick. It’s not like they beat up every one of those aliens and get a chick at the end, they get some power-ups in a silver box. Would they go all the way out there to beat up aliens for the earth, where the tropical beaches promised sex and alcohol? I hope so. Maybe there was money involved, who knows? BUT, moving on, aliens don’t like beaches. I’ve never seen an alien planet with cool aliens that had a beach pm it. Maybe those aliens that look goofy with big eyes and kind of like a tall, skinny, booger. Maybe they had beaches and just sat down and looked at the stars, but I doubt they had palm trees.

That’s the end of the story.

What did the five fingers say to the face?

Palm tree!



Jacques Rivette’s Celine and Julie Go Boating

A wild ride down the river you say? “…Go boating?” not until the end. But what does happen along the way, is that mirror personalities, parallel haunted dimensions, time travel, and French voodoo are all par for the course, leaving the viewer at the end of the film….


It’s an adventure that provokes more questions than it answers, but leaves us with the friendship between the two main characters, Celine and Julie, connected. The two of them their own mirror world in itself, from which they go and take on zombie ghosts of the past.  Their physical games, slapstick humor, name calling, and care for one another form the bedrock of what can be observed between them.

Maybe that’s all our lives, all our friendships, in some way a challenge to defeat the zombies holding our inner child hostage. And it seems Celine and Julie successful, in the end, watching those zombies frozen somehow in their own come back for revenge once more, and journeying on to combat them again…

The constant interplay of their lives, mingling as friends with one another, and finally, mingling with inter-dimensional space leave the viewer exiting the theater looking for the odd man behind the corner.

The movie itself can be said to accelerate the senses, to bring up that which was unnoticed just a moment ago…having had space, time, and personality twisted in and throughout the protagonist, to have been watched by them, in the end, that normal linear experience is an easy task for the brain.

The funny thing established in this film, is the visceral sense of their relationship. I’ve seen those mannerisms before, removed, in places far away from the theater. Those of Celine and Julie, giddy, happy, extroverted and slightly maniacal French young ladies. The laughter, the exuberance, the good-natured sabotage only French women would so gleefully tolerate and retort on. Life for these two does seem to be a game. And maybe this is why they are the most apt to rescue the young girl held hostage by the zombies. Her playful young heart is their truth, and they hers.

…After exiting the theater, colors felt brighter, moments slower, and every entry and exit of the people nearby somehow slowed down, poignant, and filled with meaning, something mysterious, something odd, maybe beautiful.  Each motion something special and patiently waited for.

Jim Jarmouch, perhaps found this formula something to take from.  This movie indeed, reminds me of The Limits of Control.  The overall patience with which the camera waits though, here, is much more natural, much more spacious, and much more joyous.  Joie de vivre, in cinema.