Category Archives: Not Too Sure

Behind the curve: Donald Glover raps

In case you didn’t already know, Donald Glover raps. He has three studio albums, in fact. His latest album dropped last year. Yeah, behind the curve – we know. It’s not too bad. Sometimes it comes off a bit strained. Almost too clever by half. You’ll also feel like you’ve heard the rhymes on another album with better instrumentals (Glover does produce the album himself… so we won’t harp on that too much). However, you can’t knock him for references to things like “Sufjan Stevens.” Here’s a taste:

On another note, if you’ve never seen Mystery Team, you should.


(A little) Behind the Curve: The Experiment

Nothing to write home about,  but entertaining nonetheless. The Experiment (2010) stars heavy hitters Adrien Brody and Forest Whitaker with a few B stars to accompany them. Essentially, The Experiment is the Stanford prison experiment on steroids.

The film builds and builds in suspense, which is when it’s at its best. Unfortunetely, even with two great actors and a great build, The Experiment flat lines and has a fairly underwhelming ending.

6/10


Owl Pellets Returns!

It’s been about a year and six months since Owl Pellets went into semi-retirement. But, we’re back and under new management (just in time for OP’s 4th birthday!!!). But remember, please keep heading over to Mangold’s blog MBITAC (also found on the Owl Pellets’ blogroll) — He’s got some great stuff going on over there.

So tell your friends. Tell your family. Tell your dog. Owl Pellets is back. This is a BFD.


NEW SITE

Hey everybody, I just started a new site, which is what I’ll be posting to from now on.  Here’s the link:

http://michaelbayistheantichrist.wordpress.com/


Valkyrie

At it’s best, Valkyrie is a well-intentioned thriller with a good cast. Does it thrill? Yes. Anyone that is even slightly versed in history knows how this one ends: (SPOILER!!!) Tom Cruise doesn’t kill Hitler. The accuracy of the rest of the film is up for debate.

At it’s worst. Valkyrie is a muddled, poor attempt at a politically heavy World War II film. I think the Nazis were modeled after those in Indiana Jones. And I couldn’t help but notice a bit of irony in the story-telling: a major theme of Valkyrie is that not all Germans were evil. However, only the members of the S.S. and those close to and including Hitler have German accents. Just a little subtlety that bothered me.

Valkyrie doesn’t give you much to cheer about, but it doesn’t give you much to boo about either.

C +

Note: I’ll be posting a review for Milk soon, unless someone beats me to it, which would be fine.


Billionaires

Earlier this year I wrote a post about Big Sean and his Finally Famous mixtape. Well, Finally Famous still hasn’t dropped, but I’m keeping me eye on it. However, about two months ago another track leaked from the album. The beat is mediocre, but the lyricism is pleasing. I don’t have the file up here on Owl Pellets, yet, but in the mean time you can hear “Billionaires” over at Beats and Bombs. As I’ve said before, I’m really looking forward to the release of Finally FamousBig Sean Big Sean Big Sean Big Sean Big Sean Big Sean


“Collegiate” Words from UVM

The following are two articles about our presidential candidates, printed in the University of Vermont’s “alternative” (meaning, around here, not taken as seriously) newspaper. Although far from wonderful, they’re interesting (whether you agree or disagree). The first is also interesting from an English (or Language) standpoint given the late reference to word connotation, especially in context to background or decent.

The Neo-Conservative Assault on the American Psyche


by paulgross

I do not believe John McCain is a racist. He is an arrogant, out-of-touch, psychologically-addled half wit, but he’s no racist. Furthermore, despite his negative and, frankly, stupid campaigning, he ought to be commended for avoiding the backward, race-based attacks that many of his supporters employ against Senator Obama.

That said, at a McCain-Palin “Town Hall Meeting” last week, an old woman with frazzled white hair stood up to ask a question. “I can’t…I can’t trust Obama,” she declared. Her voice rang with sheer terror. The old woman continued, strangely, “He’s…I’ve read about him…he—he’s an Arab.” Woah, man. While failing to mention that Arab ancestry in no way implies inferior moral composition, John McCain assured the woman that she was mistaken, and called Obama a “decent family-man.” The old woman looked bewildered and sat down, just as ignorant as when she stood up.

I know very little about human psychology, but even I can tell that the fruits of a decade of fear and propaganda exposed themselves in that exchange. From the day Barack Obama first announced his candidacy for President all the way up to today, there’s been a silent scream of panic in the back of the collective American psyche. He’s black. The same color as Martin Luther King, Booker T. Washington, and Cornell West yes, but also the same color as 50 Cent and both DC snipers.

It is my firm belief that those who claim to not see race are either blind or liars. We all see race, and it speaks certain things to us.

Let us take our University as a case study. At UVM a striking percentage of us are some variety of Caucasian. Most of us are white and wealthy, we were almost all raised in households and societies where tolerance was labeled a virtue, and hate crimes on the University are next to unheard of.

To the discriminating eye (no pun intended) it becomes obvious that, in addition to genuine goodwill and respect for one another, a great deal of the hyper-multiculturalism promoted on the campus is the product of thinly veiled white guilt. What’s unfortunate, I fear, is that this is a controversial statement, solely because it’s not sugarcoated in euphemisms. The enigmatic thing about the average Caucasian-American’s view of African-Americans or other minorities is that, in our generation at least, it is a conflict of emotions. We’ve been told explicitly not to be racist and to be open minded, but implicitly, by the media and in many cases, our elders, we’ve been told to be skeptical, to keep our distance.

Unfortunately, this did not escape the neocon activists who run McCain’s hate campaign. Soon after Obama began his campaign, they realized that blackness would not be enough to keep Obama out of office. Conservatives began to understand that a combination of white guilt and a growing open-mindedness in the younger generation could very well turn white votes to Obama.

These unnamed propaganda experts know that open racism towards black people is no longer socially acceptable. It is however very acceptable, and sometimes encouraged, to hate Arabs. To many Americans, Arab means one thing—terrorist. So if blackness ain’t the silver bullet, being a terrorist will be. Senator Barack Obama, the first black editor of the Harvard Law Review, turned into Barack Hussein Obama, the Jihadist leftist who “pals around with terrorists.”

Let it be noted that the “terrorist” whom Sarah Palin accused Obama of “pal-ing around with” is William Ayers, an anti-Vietnam activist from Chicago. But what the conservatives understand is that none of these facts matter to the American people. Where the terms “black” and “delinquent” used to be interchangeable, today the terms “Arab,” “Muslim,” and “terrorist” may as well be one in the same for a frighteningly huge percentage of people. In Vermont, one of the whitest states in the Union and apparently the self-proclaimed diversity capital of the World, it’s easy to lose sight of what the reality is in many Caucasian-American psyches. It remains in many people’s minds that Barack Obama = Barack Hussein Obama = Arab = Terrorist = Danger = Fear.

Oh, Bama! How You’ve Changed


by maxbookman

When Barack Obama is elected president, the heavens will open up and a choir of angels will descend from the sky in a beam of divine light, lifting President Obama onto his Chariot of Change upon which he will storm across the nation, eradicating partisan gridlock, fixing our broken economy and ensuring that God continues to bless America from Sea to Shining Sea, happily ever after.

Or maybe not. Barack Obama had a dream when he announced his candidacy for president over twenty months ago. His dream was a new America – a United States that had moved beyond the old trappings of prejudice and partisanship. It was vague and fuzzy around the edges, but warm and comforting all the same. The perfect antidote to eight sickening years of Bush policies and politics. He shared that dream with whomever would listen, and he called it Change.

We listened. College students were among the first to identify with Change, and we became Obama’s earliest and most enthusiastic supporters. The vast majority of us have loyally remained behind him, hanging his signs in our dorm windows, adorning our cars with his bumper stickers, and mobbing his rallies.

Somewhere along the way, our overwhelming enthusiasm became an impediment. The raucous campus rallies that had been the first indicators of his exceptional potential became the poster image of Barack Obama’s celebrity – and inexperienced darling of a youthful mob.

So nowadays, we’re more likely to see Senator Obama with an unbuttoned shirt and rolled-up sleeves talking to “real” Americans in heartland small towns than basking in thunderous applause at stadium-size rallies. We don’t hear too much of the old Change stuff that got us hooked. The old fiery “America is ready for a new day” and “Change happens from the bottom up” lines have been replaced by cool and subdued discussions of detailed policy. The unconditional pledge to get out of Iraq in sixteen months is now laden with cautious qualifiers and conditions. He now speaks openly about support for tax cuts, opposition to gay marriage, and devotion to God (Jesus Christ, that is).

Granted, this message-refining happens in every presidential campaign, especially among Democratic candidates. The United States is a right-leaning nation, so Democrats tend to move closer to the center once they win the primaries in order to accommodate for the electorate at large. Also, this month’s economic nosedive has forced both candidates to re-evaluate their priorities.

But hopefully Senator Obama will remember in the next two weeks before Election Day that his college base is not fired up by cautious policy and calculated remarks. We miss hearing about Iraq, and are concerned that the pullout will take a back seat in an Obama administration. There are still plenty of True Believers who believe that President Obama will single-handedly turn America into the land of rainbows and ponies. These unconditional supporters have already picked out what they’re going to wear to the voting booth. But for the rest of us, Obama may be headed for yawn territory – enough for our notoriously flaky demographic to make better plans on Election Day.

In the almost two years since Obama opened his campaign, we’ve learned a lot about the man. But we’ve also learned that this whole Change thing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Obama has demonstrated that while he is indeed an inspirational character, he is also a politician who is willing to take whatever steps necessary to win an election. We now know that Change means compromise After an administration that didn’t know the meaning of compromise, that may not be such a bad thing. And while he is certainly a better pick than Grandpa McCain, left-leaning college students shouldn’t expect President Obama to take cues from the young Senator who coined “Change We Need.”


OP’s continuing coverage of the ’08 election: special edition

No one would accuse me of being Ludacris’ biggest fan, but this is fairly note worthy. Ludacris put out a song entitled “Obama is Here.” It’s got a great beat and the lyrics aren’t that shabby. Since being put up on youtube three days ago, the, what I’m assuming was a fan-made video, has received over 25,000 hits.

Some of the lyrics are questionable as is some of the message, but having Ludacris and other rappers (like Jay-Z) get behind Obama does attest to the assertion that this is a different campaign than we’ve seen before. There is no doubt that it is exciting.

Listen to the song / Watch the fan-made video

I think Ludacris may have a bit of a man-crush on Senator Obama.

UPDATE: The more I think about it the more I dislike this song. As a pure and simple song, I like it; as a pro-Obama rally cry, I’m not a fan. I espeically dislike the lines about Hillary and about painting the White House black – it’s just not what this campaign is about.


Hellboy 2: The Golden Army

Directed by Guillermo del Toro, I was expecting greatness, especially because I was a marginal fan of the first film. Hellboy 2 wasn’t bad and it wasn’t great. I’d say it had more potential to be great than it did to be bad, but fell short.

There is a strange level of attempted comedy, most of it actually succeeded. The attempts at dramatic romance were painful. An example of this would be a horrible fight/lovers’ tiff, which left me thinking “why the hell am I watching this?” Then, shortly after, Hellboy and Abraham are drunk and singing their woes – that was funny.

I think the previous juxtaposition of scenes serves as a pretty accurate metaphor for the film: the good was always followed by the bad and then followed by the good.

At moments I would be thinking film was awful and then I would think it was great – it’s a roller coaster of despair and enjoyment.

The one thing this film really has going for it was that it set-up, very well, sequels and I mean that in the best way possible.

B-

NOTE: I am not a Hellboy graphic novel reader, so I was looking at this film solely as a film.

and then… I saw The Dark Knight and I felt like I had been baptized anew in a fire fueled by angel hair. It is honestly one of the best films I have EVER seen. Only twice in my life have I left an entertainment event with the feeling I left Batman with last night.


George Carlin, 12 May 1937-22 June 2008

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i figure since no one else has mentioned the 800 lb gorilla in the room that is the death of a comedy icon I will.

George Carlin was undoubtedly the greatest comedian of the last 50 years. I was raised on his hbo specials and to the day he died still qouted jokes of his to get a quick laugh. In fact two days before he died I did just that at a family bbq recounting his famous joke, “Reminds me of something my grand-daddy used to tell me. Go upstairs I’m gonna fuck yer grandmother.”

The thing that was amazing about the man was the fact that he could make me laugh from when I was 5 until now. Getting cheap laughs with a dirty joke or a tongue in cheek remark like, “You know what word you don’t hear alot, Pussy fart.” to his sometimes near flawless take on politics and religion. Never before has a comedian been so spot on with his observational humor than Mr. Carlin and it is this humble owl pellet’s author opinion that on June 22 2008 humanity got a little bit darker when George suffled off of this mortal coil. Rufus, you will be missed.

–Tony


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