Recently, when I’ve scanned through the confusing lists on streaming services to find something, anything to pull my interest, I’ve gravitated toward documentaries about endurance. There’s something that speaks to all of us contained within the hearts and minds of athletes who push the limits, even if, for many, best enjoyed from the comfort and distance of a sofa.
I’m no runner or climber. I don’t train for hours every day to reach peak fitness. Still, I appreciate the sacrifices of those who do and envy the single-mindedness of those who drill away at one objective with such intensity.
Sports and endurance events have always captured the hearts and minds of the American people. That is only set to continue with the legalization of sports betting and the release of FOX Bet in the fall.
There are also certain sporting moments that make you realize that you can do it; that you can make that push. A recent one for me was Tyson Fury getting up in the 12th round to a Wilder KO. That moment gives me the strength to pull myself off the sofa after a long nap. Here, are a handful of top-notch endurance documentaries that can help you to do the same.
Free Solo (2018)
Directed by Jimmy Chin and Elizabeth Chai Vasarhelyi, “Free Solo” is an Oscar and Academy Award-winning documentary that follows the journey of American climber Alex Honnold, as he attempts to make an insanely challenging climb without any ropes.
Honnold attempts to climb El Capitan in Yosemite, known in the climbing world as a particularly rough route. To do the climb free solo is downright dangerous, and even though you know that he will survive (given the release of the documentary), death never feels too far away, as you watch him jump across rocks and clinch on to impossibly small edges.
What makes this documentary even more interesting is the conflict that you can feel with some members of the film crew about whether it is even ethical to film the climb, as their presence undoubtedly puts extra pressure on Honnold. The fact that Honnold gets a girlfriend during the long preparation creates yet more conflict between love and a personal passion, and ultimately, life and death.
There are several other notable rock-climbing documentaries. I could recommend “The Dawn Wall,” which tells the story of professional climber Tommy Caldwell, who attempts a climb in Yosemite, too; this time with ropes but without one of his fingers. It’s another quite compelling and enduring tale.
The Barkley Marathons: The Race That Eats Its Young (2014)
Next up is the “Barkley Marathons,” released a few years ago and currently available for streaming on Netflix. The documentary covers an unusual and unique ultra-marathon in rural Tennessee and outlines the history of the elusive race, as well as the 2012 race, in all its glory.
The Barkley Marathon is a race that is so challenging that less than 20 people have ever completed it in the 25+ years that it’s existed, and again, no one finished in 2019. Even applying for the event is hard enough, and only 40 runners are accepted every year, mostly left to the discretion of founders “Lazarus Lake” and “Raw Dog.”
The race itself involves five loops of 20 miles each, for a total of at least 100 miles, with around 12,000ft of elevation per loop. Two-thirds of the course is off-track, and runners cover all sorts of soul-crushing terrain, including crawling through a tunnel under a prison.
The documentary, although depicting a grueling event, maintains a light and heart-warming atmosphere sprinkled with good humor, though you had better believe that the runners take their attempts seriously indeed.
When We Were Kings (1996)
Muhammad Ali, an athlete of pure grit and determination.
“When We Were Kings” is a documentary that covers Muhammad Ali at his peak, with action both inside and outside of the ring as well as a look at the body and mind of one of the world’s greatest-ever sportsmen.
The documentary covers the run-up to Rumble in the Jungle as well as the event itself. Ali takes on George Foreman in what is now Congo in 1974, earning himself $5 million in a country run by a dictator. A commentary not only on boxing but also the African American condition, the film shows the physical and mental endurance of a man who fought to change the world.
In this segment, we showcase the most notable albums out each week. Here are the albums out on July 5th, 2019:
Dreamville, Revenge of the Dreamers III: J. Cole’s long-awaited Dreamville compilation is out now via Interscope records. The follow-up to 2015’s Revenge of The Dreamers II features a long list of artists from the Dreamville roster, including J. Cole, J.I.D, Bas, EARTHGANG’s Johnny “Olu O. Fann” Venus, Young Nudy, as well as Ari Lennox, Omen, Ty Dolla $ign, and Dreezy. Cole has been teasing the project since January, while a new documentary about the making of the album called Revenge: A Dreamville Film also became available to watch on YouTube this Tuesday.
Jaden Smith, Erys: Self-proclaimed icon Jaden Smith follows 2017’s baffling Syre LP with Erys, out now via MSFTS Music/Roc Nation/Republic Records. The album features guest appearances from his sister Willow, Tyler, the Creator, Kid Cudi, as well as A$AP Rocky. “Syre is the nice one, kind of the more sensitive one,” Smith said in an interview. “And Erys is just kind of like, doesn’t really care at all.”
Jesca Hoop, Stonechild: The American singer-songwriter’s fifth full-length studio album is a follow-up to 2017’s critically acclaimed Memories Are Now, which featured impressive songwriting and a stripped-down, raw acoustic sound. Produced by John Parish, the album features the single ‘Outside of Eden’ with Justis and Kate Stables of This Is the Kit. “I have to say it’s a moody little guy,” says Jesca Hoop about the album, “and she’s definitely on a trip… dressed in something dark and rich.”
The Soft Cavalry, The Soft Cavalry: This new band is made up of Slowdive’s Rachel Goswell and musician Steve Clark, who married in 2018.The husband-wife duo’s self-titled debut album is out via Bella Union and was produced by Steve’s brother Michael Clark. It follows Slowdive’s return in 2017 with their self-titled album, while earlier this year the shoegaze band reissued their classic album Pygmalion. It’s interesting to see how this one will compare to Goswell’s work in Slowdive.
BABii, HiiDE: UK electronic artist BABii makes futuristic electro-pop/R&B with a dreamy, ethereal aesthetic that has been compared to the likes of Grimes and FKA Twigs. BABii has also collaborated with inventive electronic producer Iglooghost, who supported her in making her debut album, which is out now via Deathwaltz Records. “When writing it, I was still trying to keep a dying relationship alive,” BABii says, “but it was falling apart because of secrets being kept, I was also his secret and there was a lot of things hidden between us.”
Other albums out today: Machine Gun Kelly, Hotel Diablo; Abbath, Outstrider.
Deadline Films, an award-winning British film company, are making a return with their new boxing film Shadow Boxer. The short boxing film is due to be filmed at York Hall, Bethnal Green on the 5th of July. The filming will happen during the halftime of a real boxing live event hosted by Ring King Events.
Starring in Shadow Boxer is Chris Evangelou, an ex-professional boxer turned actor, who is playing the role of Mason. Evangelou recently wrapped up filming for the latest Guy Richie film and is also the person behind the story for Shadow Boxer. The story was further developed by Ross McGowan, director, and producer of the film. Whilst screenplay itself was written by Craig McDonald Kelly.
Furthermore, James Cosmo, the beloved actor known for the Game of Thrones, Braveheart, and Highlander, will also be starring in Shadow Boxer.
Talking about the event Craig McDonald-Kelly, the writer of the film, said: “We’ve been rehearsing every Sunday for the past few weeks and are all ready to go. I don’t think this had been done before. We have a full audience of actual boxing fans, a live fight night, professional boxers and brilliant actors.
Find more about the event here. Follow Deadline Films for more updates here.
In 1996, Doctor Who returned to television screens for the first time since its cancellation in 1989. The revival took the form of the made-for-TV movie, simply titled Doctor Who (with The Movie often colloquially added on), and featured a perfectly-cast Paul McGann as the Eighth incarnation of the iconic BBC hero. The Doctor was not the only Time Lord the production resurrected, however, with Eric Roberts stepping into the role of the Doctor’s arch-nemesis, the Master. With previous incarnations having been portrayed on-screen by the likes of Anthony Ainley and the great Roger Delgado, Roberts had big shoes to fill, and the general consensus in the years since has been that he didn’t quite fit them.
However – spend long enough in fan circles and you’ll soon realise that Roberts’ portrayal of the Master is often judged on a single line in a single scene of Doctor Who: The Movie, his only on-screen appearance as the character. The Doctor is being held captive inside his own TARDIS by possessed surgeon Grace Holloway (Daphne Ashbrook) and misguided gang member Chang Lee (Yee Jee Tso), both of whom have fallen under the influence of Roberts’ Master. As the Doctor tries to plead with his two would-be companions, the Master interrupts the scene by descending a flight of stairs in full, lavish Gallifreyan ceremonial robes, relishing every step the staircase has to offer. As he reaches a level midpoint, the Master turns to face the Doctor and his victims, declaring in no uncertain terms and with a theatrical flick of his wrist: “I always dress… for the occasion”.
This scene (until the ongoing revived series arrived under the stewardship of Russel T. Davies) represented the camp peak of Doctor Who and, as such, has been the subject of intense scorn and mockery in the twenty-three years since the TV movie’s broadcast. It’s near-impossible to find a decent opinion piece on Doctor Who: The Movie without a cheap shot being taken at Roberts’ Master and that particular line. As is often the case in fandom, it has become far too easy to focus on one easily-digested surface-level criticism of a character (or text) in order to run with the popular crowd and enjoy easily-won reverence. It’s very easy to ignore, for example, that Roberts is an accomplished, dependable character actor with an Academy Award nomination under his belt. If one looks beyond first-impression aesthetics, Eric Roberts’ Master does not deviate from the history and mechanisms of the character. Instead, cleverly and with deceptive subtlety, his interpretation honours the performers and portrayals that preceded him in the role.
“Now look into my eyes…”
The Master, despite being a Time Lord from Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous, has always quintessentially been an upper-class aristocratic villain in the mould of Professor Moriarty, Fu Manchu, and Dracula. Indeed, the character begins Doctor Who: The Movie in this guise: an unidentified but altogether familiar previous incarnation is exterminated by the Daleks and subsequently (and without much explanation) takes on a parasitic, snake-like form on the hunt for a new body. In this form, the Master eventually encounters and possesses the body of Bruce, an ambulance driver from modern-day San Francisco; thus, a new American accented incarnation of the Master is debuted. Much criticism of Roberts’ Master focuses on the character’s lines and their delivery. Statements and quips such as, “I never liked this planet, Doctor”, “Life is wasted on the living”, and, “I have wasted all of my lives because of you, Doctor! Now I will be rid of you!”, take on a somewhat bizarre quality when delivered by a scenery-devouring Roberts in an accent somewhere in-between his native Mississippi drawl and an Edward G. Robinson gangster. However, one wonders how strange these lines would sound delivered by, say, a Roger Delgado or an Anthony Ainley. Indeed, delivered by those two performers these lines would sound very much like classic, prototypical Master dialogue, giving us as viewers an opportunity to look a bit closer at Roberts’ performance and his incarnation’s characterisation: in Doctor Who: The Movie, the Master is literally a prototypical upper-class English aristocratic villain trapped within a Twentieth Century working-class American body. This is what grants Roberts’ dialogue – and his delivery of it – such an eccentric, theatrical, and delightfully weird quality. Both within the fiction of the piece itself and meta-textually as character and performer in symbiosis, the real Master within is the same Machiavellian schemer viewers have always known – the casing is simply new.
Once the serpentine Master possesses Bruce’s body, physical changes take place immediately. Cruel and cowardly, the Master strangles Bruce’s wife (presumably to death) while newly sporting snake-like eyes with a bright, sinister glow. It is no coincidence that in the Master’s last televised appearance before The Movie (in Sylvester McCoy’s final BBC serial “Survival”, and as portrayed by the late Anthony Ainley) also featured the character in a stolen body possessed of a malign influence, as well as bright yellow eyes. While perhaps not an intentional, direct homage, this nonetheless represents a serendipitous and pleasing consistency in the Master’s long, chequered character journey. Furthermore, once fully in control of Bruce’s body, the Master indulges in what all noteworthy Time Lords should, post-regeneration* – a costume change. His new ensemble includes a long, black leather coat with matching gloves, and a pair of designer sunglasses hiding those evil eyes. This outfit has been criticised as an attempt to update and “Americanize” the Master’s look. It absolutely is both of those things, but that’s not to its detriment, and I’d argue the costume is actually consistent with the character and his infamous fashion sense. The buttoned-up leather coat is somewhat evocative of the iconic Mao suit as worn by Roger Delgado when he squared off against Jon Perwee’s Doctor in the ‘70s (or was it the ‘80s?); however, it’s much more patently similar to the black velveteen tunic worn by Ainley in the 1980s. Especially evocative is how Roberts wears the jacket’s collar turned up, cloaking his head in a villainous black shroud and creating a strikingly similar look to Ainley’s in the twentieth anniversary episode “The Five Doctors”, in which he wore a black cape with an upturned collar. Roberts’ black leather gloves also pay subtle homage to Delgado’s incarnation, who was prone to wearing similar garments.
Throwing shade.
Throughout their entire televised history, a defining characteristic of the Master is a penchant for disguise and a desire to hide their face. While not a full-blown disguise, the Master’s sunglasses in Doctor Who: The Movie represent a continuation of this devious trait, providing a subtle way for the character to disguise their features and thus disguise their intent (much like how the character wore spectacles as part of their disguise in 1971’s “The Daemons”). Indeed, only when the character removes his sunglasses – revealing his true identity – does Chang Lee become beholden to the Master’s will. Taking all the character’s costume choices into consideration, one could reasonably argue that – within the context and fiction of the series – the Master dresses as consistently with his character as possible, given the limited means available to him in San Francisco in 1999. Only when he has access to the Doctor’s TARDIS does the lavish occasion dress make its appearance (even then, the robes are not entirely without precedent – the Master does wear a similar ensemble in the finale of “The Daemons”, which also deals with the character’s pursuit of prolonged life and higher powers).
Eric Roberts’ performance does pay tribute to what came before in one additional way that may represent an uncomfortable truth for certain factions of Doctor Who fandom – the show itself, but particularly the character of the Master, has always embodied a significant element of camp. Both Delgado and Ainley’s interpretations exhibited a penchant for the theatrical (complete with eyeliner), a flair for the dramatic, and relished any chance to don an elaborate – and often entirely unnecessary – costume in order to pull off a needlessly elaborate scheme. Delgado, Ainley, and Roberts’ portrayals also all parade an unhealthy borderline-obsession with the Doctor and gaining control of his body for their own nefarious purposes. Whether Doctor Who fans choose to acknowledge this, it is a defining aspect of the Master’s personality (bolstered by subsequent – and even more unconventional – portrayals by John Simm and Michelle Gomez), and one which Roberts’ performance reinforced fabulously.
Eric Roberts recently returned to the role of the Master for Big Finish Productions, appearing in the audio dramas The Diary of River Song and Doctor Who: Ravenous 4. On social media, calls have been made for Big Finish to “rehabilitate” and “redeem” this incarnation of the character, sadly proving decades-old criticisms persist. On the contrary, Big Finish should instead embrace how very different – and yet, entirely familiar – this version is, and lean into the delightful weirdness of the character and performer. Eric Roberts’ legacy on Doctor Who may very well be surmised by that one infamous line, but that’s not a bad thing at all, and should be celebrated. Roberts paid tribute to what came before, while paving the way for even more eccentric interpretations in the future. Literally, aesthetically, and by sheer strength of performance, Eric Roberts did indeed dress for the occasion – he is the Master.
*The author is aware that, according to the rules of Doctor Who, the Master’s possession of Bruce does not technically constitute a regeneration. Please don’t point that out.
In this weekly segment, we review the most notable albums out each Friday and pick our album of the week. Here are this week’s releases:
Freddie Gibbs & Madlib, Bandana
Two radically different artists, legendary hip-hop producer Madlib and 37-year-old Indiana rapper Freddie Gibbs, follow up their critically acclaimed 2014 collaborative project Pináta with Bandana, a project that cements their status as one of the best rap duos working today. Without much of a unifying concept, apart from Gibbs’ signature gangsta bars and Madlib’s delicate celebration of the obscure cultural past, their effortless chemistry becomes the driving force of the album. Gibbs’ consistently impressive flow grounds Madlib’s eclectic beats, as in the hypnotic ‘Crime Pays’ or the soul-infused ‘Freestyle Sh*t’. It’s more musically contained, too, with the notable exception of the abrasive and hard-hitting ‘Flat Tummy Tea’, while the features are fittingly more sparse to allow space for the duo to shine through. Killer Mike offers a memorable hook on ‘Palmolive’, as does Anderson .Paak on the Bollywood-sampling banger ‘Giannis’. ‘Education’, featuring Yasiin Bey and Black Thought of The Roots, explores racial injustice throughout history, from slavery to institutionalisation. The final cut ‘Soul Right’ sees Gibbs growing more mature and introspective: “Mama told me it’d be alright, yeah/ I broke it down and it was all white, yeah/ I pray the Lord to get my soul right.”
Highlights: ‘Crime Pays’, ‘Flat Tummy Tea’, ‘Giannis’ feat. Anderson Paak, ‘Education’ feat. Yasiin Bey and Black Thought, ’Soul Right’
Rating: 8/10
Album of the Week: Thom Yorke, Anima
Thom Yorke’s third solo album (not including last year’s excellent soundtrack for Suspiria), ANIMA, which is accompanied by a beautiful short film starring Yorke and directed by frequent Jonny Greenwood collaborator Paul Thomas Anderson, is the Radiohead frontman’s best and most fully-fleshed solo effort yet. For the first time, a Thom Yorke album no longer feels like a side project in the same vein as Atoms for Peace. Produced by long-time collaborator Nigel Godrich, ANIMA is the most accomplished expression of Yorke’s eclectic electronic influences, this time seeped into a sea of emotion, unconscious dreams and fears, which give the album a wondrous, and sometimes menacing, quality. It is an album composed of imagistic fragments; rarely does Yorke evoke a clear message, and when he does, it’s usually about the horrors of technology or society at large (‘The Axe’, ‘Not the News’). But the record is at its most profoundly beautiful when it looks inward: reminiscent of ‘Daydreaming’ off of A Moon Shaped Pool, ‘Dawn Chorus’ might as well be one of the most perfect songs Thom Yorke has ever written: “If you could do it all again/ A little fairy dust/ A thousand tiny birds singing/ If you must, you must,” he sings. But there are none of the lush orchestral arrangements that permeated Radiohead’s latest album; instead, Yorke has found his own unique way of approaching this solo project, which feels simple yet intricately layered, but equally complete.
Highlights: ‘Dawn Chorus’, ‘Not the News’, ‘Traffic’, ‘Twist’, ‘The Axe’
Rating: 8/10
The Black Keys, Let’s Rock
Last week I talked about the recent pattern of rock bands going back to basics. And if this isn’t what The Black Keys are doing with this one, then I don’t know what it is. Let’s Rock is the band’s first album in a decade that is produced by them and not by long-time collaborator Danger Mouse. Recorded in Dan Auberbach’s Nashville studio, the album features a simple arrangement centred around the electric guitar, with only a few female backing vocals here and there. There’s a lot of swagger to the fuzzy guitar licks here, and the tight, pop-infused songwriting leads to high points like ‘Eagle Bird’, ‘Lo/Hi’, and ‘Go’. This unfortunately comes at the cost of any sort of experimentation or real emotion, which their previous effort ’Turn Blue’ delved into, and while enjoyable, the hooks aren’t as strong enough asthose on ‘El Camino’, especially on the second half of this record, where the quality really falters.
Highlights: ‘Eagle Bird’, ‘Lo/Hi’, ‘Go’
Rating: 6/10
Kim Petras, Clarity
Kim Petras might occupy same mainstream-adjacent space of artists like Charlie XCX and SOPHIE (both artists with whom she has collaborated), who take the pop formula and turn it in on its head with subtle, and sometimes bold, experimentation. But as she makes clear on her debut full-length album, she has nothing but appreciation for unapologetically straightforward pop music. Petras is no big pop star – not yet – but she sure sounds like one, and the songs here are a testament to that. Fans of her abrasive Turn Off the Lights Vol. 1 EP last year might be slightly underwhelmed by Clarity’s more conventional and arguably generic approach – but that’s not to say that it’s not filled with well-crafted and confidently performed pop songs – ‘Personal Hell’ fuses dark new wave synths with a light summery mix, ‘Icy’ is empowering and downright infectious, while ‘Do Me’ is a sultry banger that expertly mixes elements of contemporary experimental pop in a way that’s almost unnoticeable yet incredibly effective. There’s an uneasy cloud hanging over Clarity, as it was produced by Dr. Luke, who was accused of sexual assault by Kesha, and while his production is accommodating and tight in some places, it becomes too safe and commercially-friendly in others (see ‘Got My Number’, ‘Blow it All’). It’s not a perfect or artist-defining debut record – it still feels somewhat constrained – but there’s no denying that Petras can only go up from here.
Highlights: ‘Do Me’, ‘Personal Hell’, ‘Icy’, ‘All I Do Is Cry’, ‘Another One’
Rating: 7/10
Summer Cannibals, Can’t Tell Me No
Portland rock band Summer Cannibals return with a new album following 2016’s Full Of It, their first for legendary punk label Kill Rock Stars. But the entirely self-engineered and produced Can’t Tell Me No sees guitarist/vocalist Jessica Boudreaux exploring a different sonic pallet following a tumultuous personal relationship, somewhere between the alternative rock melodies of Wolf Alice, the defiant energy of riot grrrl, and the raw emotion of grunge. It’s not quite as ferociously energetic as Full of It, which might leave some fans disappointed, but it’s more mature, and the impact less short-lived. There’s the absolutely infectious single ‘Can’t Tell Me No’, which features pretty much everything that makes a great Summer Cannibals track: Boudreaux’s powerful vocal performance, tight riffs, and an excellent bass line. But thankfully, it’s not just the single that delivers: ‘False Alarm’ is reminiscent of Sleater-Kinney while ‘One of Many’ takes a more light-hearted, pop-adjacent approach. The slower-paced experiments ’Behave’, ‘Spin’, and ‘Into Gold’ reach ethereal new heights for the band. If you’re into alternative rock with a punk flair, don’t miss out on this one.
Highlights: ‘Can’t Tell Me No’, ‘Spin’, ‘Like I Used To’, ‘False Anthem’
Čiurlionis is considered to be one of the most important artists to come out of Lithuania. Born in a small town of Varėna, eldest of nine children, Čiurlionis grew to become a key figure in the development of Abstract art in Europe. Moreover, Čiurlionis possessed great talent in music and literature, having composed several hundred compositions and written many literary works.
Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis
In popular culture, Čiurlionis has been the subject of 2013 film Letters to Sofija, directed by Robert Mullen. In the film, Čiurlionis was played by his great-grandson Rokas Zubovas who is a respected pianist and well-known for his loyalty to the works of Čiurlionis. The film went on to win best costume design at the Lithuanian Film awards.
In his 1909 painting, Fairy Tale (Fairy Tale of Kings), Čiurlionis depicted two kings, one holding a sword, and the other holding a farmstead in his hands. Both kings are displayed looking at a village-like scenery, which is also importantly the only source of light in the painting. Fairy Tale is believed to reflect the influence Čiurlionis took from Lithuanian folk culture and arts that primarily derived from villages and countrysides. In many ways, it still is the beating heart of modern Lithuanian art.
Note: for the purposes of this article (and in general), the author defines a “kaiju” movie as a Japanese-produced or Japanese-inspired giant monster film.
In the kaiju circles I run in, we tend to refer to the period between (and including) 2007 and 2012 as the “wilderness years”, i.e., a time when the output of new, original kaiju media reached a significant low. That’s not to say there wasn’t anything new – independent films like Deep Sea Monster Raiga and the short Geharha, the Dark and Long-Haired Monster unobtrusively appeared in 2009, while the omnipresent Ultraman franchise quietly but steadily beat on against the popular current. A perceived lack of output is not the reason we refer to this time as a wilderness. Indeed, there was almost at least one new production for each of the aforementioned years. Rather, the wildly varying quality of this period’s output is a bigger contributor. The most defining factor, however, is the lack of a big name franchise to anchor this period, with Toho having put Godzilla on self-imposed retirement in 2004, and a new Gamera franchise failing to take off after 2006’s Gamera the Brave.
In the 1960s, the presence of rival studios Toho and Daiei’s mega-franchises allowed competing production houses to throw their hats into the kaiju ring: Nikkatsu offered up Gappa, the Triphibian Monster (1967), Toei introduced us to The Magic Serpent (1966), and crashing down to Earth came The X From Outer Space (1967), from Shochiku. With Godzilla and Gamera raking in mega-bucks at the box office, these alternative offerings were able to bask in reflected glory. However, between 2007 and 2012 no such big franchises existed, and while Ultraman persisted, his popularity and box office draw was the lowest it had been since the franchise was resurrected with Ultraman Tiga (1996). During Godzilla’s Millennium series (1999 to 2004), Japanese filmgoers became fatigued with the varying quality of each successive production, and eventually grew tired of giant monster action on the big screen. When Gamera’s attempted resurrection appeared in 2006, it never stood a chance – the cultural climate simply rendered it dead on arrival.
Gamera’s 2006 revival.
The wilderness years nonetheless represent something relatively unique in the history of the genre: a surprisingly high number of kaiju comedies were produced in this time. Much like the spaghetti-western in the ‘70s, kaiju filmmakers sought to keep the genre alive by introducing over-the-top comedic elements to the traditional genre structures in the search for something fresh and new. The first of the big kaiju comedies was Hitoshi Matsumoto’s Big Man Japan, released in 2007. Something of an absurdist deconstruction of the “giant hero” genre, the film features Matsumoto himself as a deadbeat loser with no friends, strained relationships with his few family members, and a lifestyle just above the poverty line – and who also possesses the hereditary ability to transform into a giant to combat kaiju attacks. In a highly surreal ending – even by this film’s standards – Big Man Japan makes a statement about Japan’s uneasy relationship with its super-powered ally, the United States, with Big Man himself rendered obsolete by the sudden appearance of a troupe of red, white, and blue Ultraman parodies. Acting as something not unlike a kaiju play on This is Spinal Tap!, Big Man Japan is arguably not the most culturally accessible kaiju comedy for Western viewers, but certainly represented something entirely new for the genre during a time when it desperately needed exactly that. Sadly, for the twisted brilliance of every Spinal Tap!, there’s sure to be an equivalent Superhero Movie, Epic Movie, or…
Minoru Kawasaki’s Monster X Strikes Back! Attack the G-8 Summit: a satirically flaccid attempt to parody the leaders of the free world, and a film that could not have come at a worse time. Resurrecting the monster Guilala from The X From Outer Space after an absence of 41 years on the screen, the film makes two tardy fundamental errors: coming along after Godzilla and Gamera were both discharged from active duty, and reviving a one-shot monster that hadn’t been seen on the big screen (in any non-stock footage cameo capacity) for four decades. Even then, Guilala’s big screen debut occurred during the complete opposite of the wilderness years: the “Kaiju Boom” of the 1960s. Further damaging was the film’s overt use of stock footage from The X From Outer Space to represent Guilala’s rampage, and the complete lack of acting ability present within any of the performers playing the G-8 leaders. Apparently in Japan in 2008, it was easier to find a Bill Clinton lookalike rather than a George W. Bush.
A cinematic misfire: Monster X Strikes Back.
2008 also saw the release of Great Decisive Battle! Superior Ultraman 8 Brothers, the 20th theatrically released Ultraman movie. Featuring return appearances from characters that spanned over 40 years of the franchise, the film is a very entertaining one, but ultimately tumbles into the pitfall that so many Ultraman features do: overdependence on audience familiarity with the franchise’s rich history. This problem is especially highlighted by the fact that the film largely takes place in an alternate universe with equally alternate versions of otherwise familiar characters.
2009 was kinder to the kaiju genre, with an overall more favourable slew of features releasing. Shinpei Hayashiya, responsible for the legendary fan-film Gamera 4: Truth (2003), released the second film in his Reigo/Raiga series, Deep Sea Monster Raiga. A sequel to 2005’s Reigo: The Deep Sea Monster vs. the Battleship Yamato, the film – to put it lightly – is an uneven one, and suffers from a wildly irregular tone and some flat attempts at humour. Nonetheless, Hayashiya’s adoration of the genre shines through just enough to make the film at least an enjoyable one. An even more affectionate tribute to the genre shines through in the 20-minute short Geharha: The Dark and Long-Haired Monster. Featuring direct homages to the likes of Ishiro Honda genre favourites Invasion of the Astro-Monsters (1965) and The Mysterians (1957), Geharha benefits from a brisk running time and breakneck humour, all the while being careful not to mock the genre itself, but just affectionately have fun with it. Director Kiyotaka Taguchi would very deservedly go on to anchor the Ultra series’ return to glory, working on the television productions Ultraman Ginga (2013), Ultraman X (2015), and Ultraman Orb (2016), as well as their movie counterparts.
Sadly, the same adulation cannot be given to Tomoo Haraguchi’s Death Kappa (2010). Produced with noble intentions – to film a new, original kaiju feature created entirely through the use of traditional tokusatsu effects techniques – Death Kappa is ultimately nothing short of a train-wreck of a movie. Much of the humour is detrimentally absurd, and some jokes commit the cardinal sin of actually making fun of the genre and techniques it claims to be paying homage to. Haraguchi’s intentions were certainly commendable, but the finished product ranks among the very worst of the kaiju genre and –dishearteningly – is a film that betrays its own modus operandi. Haraguchi’s efforts (or lack thereof) are doubly disappointing considering he previously worked on the outstanding special effects of Gamera: Guardian of the Universe (1995), and Gamera 2: Advent of Legion (1996). Aside from cameos from future Shin Godzilla directors Hideaki Anno and Shinji Higuchi, Death Kappa is ultimately a film best left forgotten about, and most likely will be.
The wilderness years also saw the release of two further Ultraman films: 2009’s Mega Monster Battle: Ultra Galaxy Legends! The Movie, and its direct sequel Ultraman Zero: The Revenge of Belial in 2010. Both films are among the very best of the theatrical Ultra series, and thrust the franchise’s visuals light-years forward by liberally combining traditional tokusatsu effects with substantial helpings of green-screen and CGI. While gratuitous green-screen photography can look ugly when used in excess, the vast space opera-esque landscapes richly brought to life in these two Ultra-films are a testament to Tsuburaya Productions’ willingness to try new things to ensure their most iconic franchise remains relevant, fresh, and most importantly fun, without ever betraying or abandoning the core dynamics and conceits of the franchise.
Gomora battles Zaragas in Mega Monster Battle: Ultra Galaxy Legends, The Movie!
In these uneven times, however, emerged a diamond in the rough: Kotaro Terauchi’s Demeking, the Sea Monster, a 2009 theatrical adaptation of a popular 1991 manga by Takashi Imashiro. Despite an arguably misleading title, Terauchi’s film is a quietly beautiful meditation on the importance and inevitability of accepting the responsibilities that come with growing up. The sea (in actuality, space) monster of the title only appears in a magnificently shot dream sequence – something the film has received frustratingly undeserved scorn for from the wider Western kaiju community – and this is absolutely to the film’s benefit. Demeking becomes a coming-of-age subversion of the genre itself: a kaiju movie without a kaiju, or at least the literal physical appearance of one within the film’s internal world. While certainly not for the average viewer who is simply looking to enjoy a traditional monster romp, Demeking is a woefully underrepresented and underseen movie that stands out as the crowning jewel of a difficult period in the kaiju genre’s history.
It’s worth mentioning that these wilderness years also saw Heisei Godzilla special effects director Koichi Kawakita release his short film The God of Clay, while in 2009 the independent feature Daikaiju Eiga “G” was unleashed. All was not quiet on the Western front with the highly-secretive release of Cloverfield, while on Japanese television, Tsuburaya Productions released Ultraseven X, two seasons of Ultra Galaxy: Mega Monster Battle, and the compilation clip-show Ultraman Retsuden. In 2010, Daimajin Kanon reintroduced Daiei’s stone idol in a serialised television format with mixed degrees of success. The wilderness ended in 2013, a year which saw the seeds of the current kaiju renaissance being planted. Guillermo Del Toro’s mechs-against-monsters epic Pacific Rim paved the way for Legendary’s MonsterVerse, the Ultra franchise returned to television and began its ongoing success streak with Ultraman Ginga and Neo Ultra Q, with each subsequent series proving more successful than the last. Minoru Kawasaki also released his second kaiju feature, Earth Defence Widow – but the least said about that, the better. As previously posited, these wilderness years are defined not by their lack of kaiju productions, but instead by the absence of a steady ongoing franchise to anchor the period, and the inconsistent quality of the content these years did produce. Regardless of the value of the period as a whole, this ragtag group of productions kept the flame of the kaiju genre burning long enough for it to be rekindled with the worldwide genre resurgence we enjoy today.
In this segment, we showcase the most notable albums out each week. Here are the albums out on June 28th, 2019:
Freddie Gibbs & Madlib, Bandana: This is the second collaborative project from Indiana rapper Freddie Gibbs and legendary hip-hop producer Madlib, two very different artists who work surprisingly well together, as they proved on one of the most essential rap projects of the decade, the critically acclaimed 2014 album Piñata. If that’s not enough to get you excited, Bandana also features collaborations with Pusha T & Killer Mike, as well as Black Thought, Yasiin Bey, and Anderson .Paak.
Thom Yorke, ANIMA: Thom Yorke’s third solo album is an accompaniment to the 15-minute short film of the same name directed by Paul Thomas Anderson, who has frequently collaborated with none other than Radiohead guitarist Johnny Greenwood. Produced by Nigel Godrich, the 48-minute album is set to be quite different from Yorke’s piano-led soundtrack for Suspiria, and more akin to the strange electronic sounds the Radiohead frontman has been experimenting with for a while.
The Black Keys, Let’s Rock: The title of The Black Keys’ latest album is straightforward, and so, it seems, are the songs on it. Let’s Rock is the band’s ninth studio album and the first since 2014’s Turn Blue, which saw them experiment with psychedelic and soul music. Employing a stripped back rock n’ roll sound composed of just guitar and drums, it’s the first time in a decade that they’ve made an album without the help of producer Danger Mouse. Drummer Patrick Carney called it “an homage to electric guitar”. Let’s hope it’s a good one.
Kim Petras, Clarity: Up-and-coming pop sensation Kim Petras’ latest is a 12-track collection of tracks that have been slowly dropping over the past few weeks. Petras puts her own twist on the instantly recognizable early 2000s pop sound by exploring deeply personal themes about being transgender and experimenting with new musical directions beyond her bubblegum pop beginnings.
Summer Cannibals, Can’t Tell Me No: Portland rock band Summer Cannibals return with a follow-up to their 2016 album Full Of It, which was their first for the legendary feminist punk label Kill Rock Stars. If infectious lead single ‘Can’t Tell Me No’ is any indication, this one’s definitely gonna rock just as hard.
Other albums out today: Ingrid Michaelson, Stranger Songs; Julia Michaels, Inner Monologue Pt. 2; Poppy, Choke EP; Horse Jumper of Love, So Divine.
Lena Pogrebnaya, a Ukraine-based photographer and artist, released a superb series named Assimilation which explores the themes of becoming familiar with new places and the protection of one’s identity.
Writing about the series Lena stated: “Many people nowadays are looking for a new life far away from their motherland and culture. This story is about the importance of assimilation and at the same time the preservation of your true identities in a new environment. Shot in Tel Aviv among my lovely modernism.”You can find more work by Lena Pogrebnaya here.
In this weekly segment, we review the most notable albums out each Friday and pick our album of the week. Here are this week’s releases:
The Raconteurs, Help Us Stranger
In some ways, The Raconteurs’ long-awaited follow-up to 2008’s Consolers of the Lonely feels like the exact opposite of Jack White’s latest solo output. His 2018 album Boarding House Reach was his most experimental, and his bandmates here, including singer-songwriter Brendan Benson, seem to be containing some of White’s eccentricity. Nevertheless, their chemistry is palpable and the energy is there, making Help Us Stranger something more than just an exercise in classic rock nostalgia. There are bizarre, electrifying moments like the Led Zeppelin-infused ‘Don’t Bother Me’, memorable hooks (‘Bored and Razed’), and understated yet expressive ballads (‘Only Child’). But more of often than not, Help Us Stranger sounds like run-of-the-mill, uninspired rock music that lacks the band’s usual knack for narrative storytelling and interesting songwriting – to the point that the title of ‘Somedays (I Don’t Feel Like Trying)’ may be more telling than it should be.
Highlights: ‘Don’t Bother Me’, ‘Bored and Razed’, ‘Only Child’
Rating: 6/10
Album of the Week:Hatchie, Keepsake
Up-and-coming Australian singer-songwriter Hatchie combines the hazy, ethereal sound of shoegaze with the smart pop songwriting of the likes of Carly Rae Jepsen. A follow-up to the Sugar & Spice EP which saw her fully embrace her pop influences, Keepsake blends the two to produce an endlessly engaging dream pop album that benefits from the tight focus and emotional clarity that so many nostalgia-driven dream pop bands today lack. The catchiness of tracks like ‘Obsessed’ is, excuse the pun, something to obsess over, while the earnest, heartfelt lyricism of ‘Stay with Me’ or ‘Without a Blush’ showcases the true, modern heart of the album. These are songs about growing up and discovering yourself (‘Her Own Heart’ would be an excellent accompaniment to a coming-of-age film), being in love and getting lost in it. And this album’s one to get lost in too.
Highlights: ‘Obsessed’, ‘Not That Kind’, ‘Stay with Me’, ‘Without a Blush’
Rating: 8/10
Hot Chip, A Bath Full of Ecstasy
Although Hot Chip has been a band for almost 20 years and its members are pushing 40, they still sound as youthful as ever on A Bath Full of Ecstasy. The synth-pop group once again prove to be one of the most reliable bands in indie dance pop, and their seven full-length album is a danceable, joyful mix of well-produced electronic tunes. There’s the catchy ‘Hungry Child’ and the anthemic opener ‘Melody of Love’ that looks for hope in the darkest moments, while other moments find Hot Chip at their most introspective and surprisingly soulful, like the nostalgia-infused ‘Positive’ and the ethereal ‘Clear Blue Skies’. The album ends just as strong as it starts with ‘No God’, which, in frontman Alexis Taylor’s own words, is “a euphoric song about love for a person rather than God”, and a great one at that. The album may not sound like a bath full of ecstasy, but it sure sounds like a glimmer of hope.
Highlights: ‘Melody of Love’, ‘No God’, ‘Hungry Child’
Rating: 7/10
Mark Ronson, Late Night Feelings
Prolific pop producer Mark Ronson has been around for a while, but he’s been getting more and more attention recently following his smash hit ‘Uptown Funk’ and his contribution to the A Star is Born soundtrack. As a result, his latest solo album is filled with big-name collaborators including Miley Cyrus, Camila Cabello, Alicia Keys, and Lykke Li, but as is to be expected with an effort like this, it risks being a less than a cohesive project. But that’s not the problem with Late Nate Feelings – if anything, it’s an unexpectedly conceptual album about the feelings that come after midnight, when the throbbing beats give themselves away to mid-tempo grooves. Rather, the album often lacks the emotional delivery that would take this to another level, while the production is so polished it almost becomes indistinctive. More importantly, some of the tunes pale in comparison to others, as if in a rushed attempt to stretch an EP’s worth of good pop songs – including the surprising collaboration with Angel Olsen on ‘True Blue’ and the catchy ‘Nothing Breaks Like a Heart’ with Miley Cyrus – into a full-length album.
Highlights: True Blue (feat. Angel Olsen), Truth (feat. Alicia Keys & The Last Artful), Nothing Breaks Like a Heart (feat. Miley Cyrus)
Rating: 6/10
Titus Andronicus, An Obelisk
In the trend of normally adventurous rock artists going back to basics (look no further than the first album on this list), Titus Andronicus return with a new album following last year’s A Productive Cough. It may not sound like it, but at its core, this is the same band that produced ambitious, narratively interesting albums like The Most Lamentable Tragedy. But the band is going for a straightforward, no-bullshit punk-infused rock n’ roll sound this time around. An Obelisk is by no means a bad record – this kind of attitude suits them, after all, especially in contrast to last year’s mellower effort. The energy is there, and fans of classic punk will no doubt find it at the very least enjoyable. But it lacks so much of what defines Titus Andronicus, and very little of it sticks to you after the first few listens.
Highlights: Tumult Around the World, (I Blame) Society