There’s a video on YouTube in which someone — likely one of Breaking Bad’s many obsessives — looped Better Call Saul’s 14-second theme song for 10 hours straight. It has nearly 50,000 plays. In the comments, fans analyze the guitar tone: Would it be considered a surf riff? Is it played on a Fender Stratocaster? Comments on similar clips compare the theme to Mac DeMarco, Dick Dale, the Pulp Fiction soundtrack, and the Velvet Underground’s “Sweet Jane” with impressive fervency given the hook’s brevity.
Being that “Marco” is Better Call Saul‘s Season 1 finale, this week’s o-ending title bore a bit more import than last week’s (which was “Pimento,” and which referred, yes, to the cheese of choice betwixt a character’s breads). “Marco,” it turns out, alludes to a fundamental character in Slippin’ Jimmy’s (i.e. James McGill’s, i.e. soon-to-be-Saul Goodman’s) past. In fact, Marco is the character with whom Slippin’ Jimmy would often “slip.” When we first get a glimpse of the opening scene’s bluish tint (which has come to represent the past on the show) and subsequently Jimmy’s “I’m younger!” hair/mistake (the show’s other, less successful method for declaring “Flashback!”), we know that perhaps, finally, the flashbacks will come together to explain just why Jimmy went to jail, and thereafter transitioned to the jail of his ostracized existence in Albuquerque. In this vein, “Marco,” written and directed by Peter Gould, ends up exceeding expectations in a manner that beats even the lusty talking toilet for scatological inventiveness. … Read More
Look, nobody really misses VHS. Sure, there’s a small and weird movement of VHS artisans whose nostalgia for their childhood and an apparent love for tracking lines has convinced them that the ugly, low-res analog mainstay is a superior format, and some note that a lot of movies never made the DVD crossover so it’s not a bad idea to keep a VHS deck around (and this is true) — but generally speaking, VHS died because DVD is superior in every way, end of story. But that doesn’t mean those of us who came of age in the VHS era don’t have some leftover affection for the ugly packaging and pre-Photoshop artwork that lined our video store shelves (see, it was this place you went, and you picked out tapes, and took them home and watched them, and came back and paid an exorbitant late fee), which is why so many movie geeks have flipped for “Stan VHS.” According to “Stan”’s Tumblr page, he got the idea of making old-school VHS covers for new movies and TV shows, and posted them on April Fool’s Day, claiming them to be the work of “a Parisian hipster named ‘Stan’ [who] only watched modern films and TV series on VHS.” You can read his full article here, if you speak French; otherwise, here are the clever covers he put together for the project. … Read More
In case you missed the first four seasons of Game of Thrones, select members of the cast are generously… Read More
I’m repeating what thousands have already said…the ruling awarding Marvin Gaye’s family 7.4 dollars is awful. No, wait. It’s okay. No…wait. I have no idea, and my attention span is wavering…to food. Besides having these oh-so-viral photos of U.S. States shaped like food to ponder, there’s also another food story that’s been circulating: Vince Gilligan, the creator of Breaking Bad, has had to ask literalist fans who’ve been enacting a famous scene to stop throwing pizzas onto the roof of the Albuquerque home where Walter White “lived” — which is occupied by actual people who, crazily enough, don’t want pizzas on their roof. … Read More
Although Better Call Saul has kept the promise that it would be “lighter” than Breaking Bad, laugh-out-loud funny scenes have been few and far between. Or, at least, they were until the moment last week when we saw Howard Hamlin gazing up at a Jimmy McGill billboard that looked exactly like him. “Jello” upped the humor quotient with some of the show’s funniest dialogue to date — though, thanks to a parallel storyline, it was also Better Call Saul‘s most emotional episode. … Read More
Today, the Internet is alive with The Sound of Music — for it is the beloved film’s 50th anniversary. “Beloved” seems an obvious adjective to apply to the 174 minutes of pastoral perfection. But actually, as The Daily Beast points out, when it was first released, critics saw it more as 174 minutes of a plasticly bucolic, saccharinely tender nightmare. The website notes that Pauline Kael was so revolted as to write: “We have been turned into emotional and aesthetic imbeciles when we hear ourselves humming the sickly, goody-goody songs.” … Read More
Given the fact that you clicked on this, it’s fair to guess you’re sitting idly with nothing to do — and nothing to even read, but for this links post telling you what to read. It’s therefore fair to guess that this interview with someone else who, at one point, sat somewhere, might be appealing, as it’s predominantly about that very act of sitting, in that particular place. To be less opaque, said place is the Oscars, and the interviewee is an elusive creature called a “seat-filler.” … Read More