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Little Otik, Creepy Animation

Animated Discussions
by Rudy Panucci and Melanie Larch

Disturbing Animation

Do you like creepy movies that tend to chase other people out of the room? If so, this month, The Sundance Channel is showing something that’s right up your alley. Little Otik is the fourth feature-length film by Czech surrealist animator Jan Svankmajer. It’s the story of a childless couple who adopt a whittled tree stump as their child. Soon, the stump, which they name “Otik,” comes to life, sprouts teeth, and starts eating everything, and everyone, he can get his hands on. In terms of disturbing cinema, this tale of the terror of parenthood makes “Eraserhead” look like a Disney movie. Little Otik is also extremely funny, with dark situation comedy woven into its fairy-tale-gone-bad motif. The film is subtitled, so you can turn down the sound and follow the story, if the baby noises start creeping out your cats. It’s mostly live-action, but Otik is animated, and a few of Svankmajer’s earlier works make cameo appearances on TV screens in the background.

Sundance is showing Little Otik four more times this month: This Saturday at 5:45 p.m.; Friday the 17th at 2:30 p.m.; Thursday the 23rd at 10:00 p.m.; and Sunday the 26th at 8:05 a.m.. Sundance is also showing a collection of Svankmajer’s animated shorts all month long, including a double feature with Little Otik on the 23rd.

Traditional Animation’s Last Stand (for now)

Curious George opens this weekend, and it’s notable for two reasons: First, it’s an animated feature that is aimed directly at the younger set, with a clear “G” rating and no contrived pop-culture references or innuendo. Second, Curious George is the last big-budget traditionally animated American feature film that we’ll be treated to for the foreseeable future. Unless Disney, under their new head, Pixar’s John Lasseter, revives the hand-drawn animation unit, everything we see on the big screen will be created with a computer. In fact, we have to correct an item from last week. ‘Flushed Away,’ the next feature film from Aardman Animation (‘Wallace and Gromit’), will be entirely computer-generated, although it will mimic the look of clay animation.

Curious George is a throwback to the more innocent days of musical cartoons aimed at children. It’s great that the artform has moved beyond those limitations, but it’s nice to see that a good children’s cartoon can still find a home in the marketplace, too.

It will be interesting to see how well Curious George does at the box office. If it’s a hit, will the credit go to the fact that it’s a movie intended for kids, or if it bombs, will the blame go to the fact that it was made using “old-fashioned” 2 D animation? There’s a chance that this movie could reverse the trend, and all the movie studios will start cranking out hand-drawn animation again.

But we’re not holding our breath.

A Need To Bleed

It snuck up on me! The first IWA East Coast event of the year takes place tonight. “A Need To Bleed 2006” sees former WWE and WCW star Big Van Vader coming to town to take on Ashland Kentucky’s Juggulator. The highlight of the night will be Mad Man Pondo facing Ian Rotten in a barefoot thumbtack match, and the fans are bringing the thumbtacks! In addition, IWA favorites Necrobutcher, Chris Hero, Tracy Smothers, Mickie Knuckles and El Drunko will all be in action.

As the poster on the right says, this all takes place tonight (Feb. 8) at the South Charleston Community Center. Tickets are 10 and 15 dollars, and the show kicks off at 7 p.m. I’ll have a full wrap-up tomorrow. If you’re into ultra-hip bloodsport, this is the place to be.

The Super Commercials

Okay, even with my Steelers winning, the Super Bowl was a lackluster game that seemed like a contest between two teams trying to do everything they could to lose. We still had the main attraction, the thing that everybody looks forward to….we had the commercials.

As they have for the past several years, USA Today has done its “Super Bowl Ad Meter”, and with no real news being reported yesterday and nobody wanting to talk about the actual game, the commercials have been analyzed to the point where, just two days later, everyone’s sick of hearing about them, so I’m going to keep this short. I’m just going to run down my three favorite spots, the three I liked least, and I toss in a couple of extra dishonorable mentions that rubbed me the wrong way.

THE BEST SUPER BOWL ADS

I’m a sucker for animated dinosaurs. I knew who Ray Harryhausen was before I started first grade. So the FedEx “caveman” spot won me over. In it, a caveman tries to send a message by tying it to the leg of a pterodactyl. However, it quickly gets eaten by a T-Rex, and the caveman gets fired for not using FedEx, even though it doesn’t exist yet. Two more animated dinos give us a double punchline. This is one you can watch over and over again.

If I did drink beer, I probably wouldn’t drink Bud Light, but you have to give its ad team credit for coming up with the most memorable commercials year after year. “Magic Fridge” made me laugh out loud, and that doesn’t happen too often during commercials. This spot was the favorite on the Ad Meter. Maybe one reason that these spots are so funny is because they have to accomplish their comic goals in 30 seconds. Brevity is the soul of wit, something that Saturday Night Live would do well to remember.

Another great commercial for a product I would never buy was for the H3 Hummer. A Kaiju Monster is destroying a city when it comes face-to-face with a giant robot (yeah, they had me at “Kaiju Monster”). Instead of doing battle, they walk off hand-in-hand. In a montage, the monster is shown to be pregnant. Finally we see the proud parents cradling their baby — an H3 Hummer. A great commercial for a gas-guzzling monster.

THE WORST SUPER BOWL ADS

Speaking of gas-guzzling monsters, the Cadillac Escalade commercial, where the truck for rich sissy-boys poses as a fashion model, took an ugly vehicle and made it look even uglier. That spot was a total waste.

Gillette’s Fusion is a razor with five blades on one side, one blade on the back, and you can get a version that runs on batteries, so it can vibrate. What the hell were they thinking? You take something with more sharp edges than a Ninja weapon, use it to shave, and THEN you want to make it shake all over the place? My face is bleeding just thinking about it. No commercial could sell me on that tiny suicide machine. No wonder the commercial shows them treating it like a WMD.

The spot for GoDaddy.com was just lame. That’s an unpardonable sin for a Super Bowl commercial. It’s time to retire this lame gimmick of mock censorship and find some other way to sell whatever the hell it is that they sell at GoDaddy.com. Nobody cares.

MY SUPER BOWL COMMERCIAL PEEVES

The ad for the upcoming movie, “V For Vendetta” really got under my skin. It wasn’t because the movie looks bad or anything. It was the tag line, “From the creators of the Matrix trilogy.” See, this movie is based on a classic graphic novel written by Alan Moore and drawn by David Lloyd. Moore wants nothing to do with any movie adaptations of his work, so he insisted that his name not be used in promoting this film. He won’t even take any money from the movie. The Wachowski brothers, who were responsible for the confusing mish-mash that was the Matrix trilogy, wrote the script for this movie, and reports are that they made arbitrary changes that take away from the original story. Giving them credit for this movie is just wrong.

Topping that on my own personal Peeve-O-Meter was the promo for ABC’s Lost. I’m talking about the one where they took the late Robert Palmer’s song and video for “Addicted To Love” and had some badly matched vocalist dub in “st” at the end of “love,” which was supposed to make it sound like Palmer was singing “Addicted To Lost,” but which really sounded like he was singing “Addicted To Lust.” I think that’s actually a psychological disorder. Either way, it didn’t do anything to make me want to watch what I hear is actually a very good show.

Reviewing the Reviewer: David Williams on Symphony Pops Concert

I’ve been writing criticism for a long time. Back in my radio days, I would be asked to re-write commercials, punch-up political ads, and on occasion, re-write speeches. In 1992, with Melanie Larch, I started reviewing animated movies and TV shows for the Gazette. Since the mid-90s, I’ve been published in a variety of magazines writing on a number of pop culture topics. Not only have I written criticism, but I’ve also coached people on writing reviews. One question always comes to mind—“Who writes these reviews, and how come nobody reviews them?”

Maybe it’s time we changed that. Here at PopCult, there’s a “comments” link at the bottom of each post. If you read something you disagree with, feel free to leave a comment. You can call me names, or just say that I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m secure in my opinions. You can even rake me over the coals for writing this very item. I can take it. We critics can dish it out, but can all of us take it? Let’s find out.

I have a unique opportunity to tackle this issue. Last Friday, I was privileged to be in attendance at the West Virginia Symphony Orchestra’s Pops concert, “A Night On Broadway.” This puts me in a position where I can pit my take on the concert against that of David Williams, whose review of the show ran in the Saturday Gazette-Mail. Since William’s thoughts on the show didn’t exactly jibe with mine, I thought it might be fun to run David’s review through the same critical process that is normally used by reviewers.

I do have to confess to a glitch in my objectivity. My significant other, Melanie Larch, was a guest artist featured at the concert. While this may color my own opinion somewhat, it should be noted that Williams is a composer, and the Symphony has performed his work in the past — so he’s hardly an objective observer himself. We all have our built-in biases. The key is to inform your readers so that they can have a full picture. On to the review of the review:

Williams opens his piece with a rather clumsy paragraph that tries to explain the premise of the concert. He then wastes valuable space speculating about why the crowd was so large, without mentioning that dozens of legislators were visiting that evening. It’s odd that he chose to begin his review this way. I would have saved the discussion of the crowd size for the end of the review. The size of the crowd doesn’t really have that much to do with the quality of the performance. However, the point that the crowd was very large, and very enthusiastic, is worth noting. It’s just not the most important point.

After that shaky beginning, when Williams begins critiquing the performers, we start to run into real problems. He seems to overlook the stunning performance by Eva Vidavska Kumar, so he can carp about some imagined microphone problem. He then pointlessly name-drops a person who had nothing to do with the concert, before briefly noting the incredible performance by Stephanie Adlington, and then dismissing her song as “worn out.” A print review is not the place to offer “shout outs” to your old college buddies. (That’s what the Internet is for.)

In the next paragraph, the reviewer praises the male singers, but takes what I think is an unnecessary pot shot at their ages. When you write a review, it’s okay to say something nice about a performance without immediately qualifying it or adding a snarky remark.

Then, we get to the part where my objectivity goes out the window. Williams says that Melanie’s song, “Everything’s Coming Up Roses,” “never quite took flight.” He seems to base this remark on the fact that Mel interpreted the song, instead of coming out and performing as a caricature of Ethel Merman. Personally, I think William’s comments were totally off-base, wrong-headed, and not grounded in reality. Mel received the second-largest crowd reaction of any adult soloist during the concert. She’s worked 15 years towards the goal of performing solo with the Symphony, and I’m more than a little annoyed that Williams felt the need to be so dismissive of what the crowd obviously thought was one of the high points of the night. But then, I have a bit of a bias here.

Leaving that behind, we get to William’s comments on two performances that I felt weren’t exactly the high points of the concert. He says that putting an operatic vocalist on a song written for a pop singer was a “perfect fit.” I thought it was a mismatch, and the singer would have been better served by a different tune, one more suited to her talents. He then goes on to describe the performance of “All That Jazz” as “comfortable.” It was anything but comfortable. That song featured some of the only choreography of the evening, and it didn’t really work that well for me. We can chalk this up to a difference of opinion.

Williams goes on to rightfully compliment Jon Cavendish and Joe Romagnoli, who both turned in wonderful performances. Almost as an afterthought, he mentions nine-year-old Alexandra Ayoob and sixteen-year-old Micah Atkinson, both of whom deserved far more than a one-sentence blow off. Had he not wasted so much space speculating on the size of the crowd, or interjecting irrelevant asides, perhaps Williams could have spent more time talking about these two dynamic young talents. Maybe he could have mentioned the standing ovations they received.

Wrapping up, Williams gives some love to the orchestra, praising their rendition of “A Century Of Song.” The problem is, that 18-minute piece felt like it lasted a century. About halfway through, the dark of the audience looked like a starry night, as the twinkles of lighted wrist-watches started flickering like faraway celestial bodies. I felt that it would have been better had the orchestra skipped this medley, and devoted more time to the singers. It would have been nice if Bill Rainey or Mark Hornbaker could have had solo turns, or if the women could have had a group number. One has to wonder why a composer would go out of his way to praise the orchestra, even when they’re performing a piece that didn’t exactly thrill the audience.

As it is, I can’t give Williams too high a grade on his review. I understand that the harsh, post-concert deadline makes it harder to organize your thoughts and build an essay the best way possible. But his analysis just seemed way off the mark to me and he didn’t really present his thoughts in a cogent manner. Aside from his problems communicating his points, I felt like we didn’t see the same concert. The concert I saw was an incredible event. The only parts I found slightly lacking were singled out for praise by Williams.

A review is supposed to be an opinion piece, but you have to be able to back up your opinions. His vague presentation and odd organization made for a sub-par bit of prose.

GRADE: I’d have to give this review a C-minus.

A Culture-packed Weekend!

Hoo boy do we know how to cram a ton of fine culture all into the same weekend or what?

My Master’s Voice

Friday and Saturday nights at the Clay Center, The West Virginia Symphony presents a pops program featuring nearly a dozen local talents performing Broadway hits. Among that group of folks is my “Animated Discussions” co-conspirator (and main squeeze) Melanie Larch. So now all you lucky people can rush out and hear the same lovely voice that I get to hear every time I ask Mel to sing back what we’ve written so far while working on a piece for the Gazz.

In addition to Mel, you’ll get to hear homegrown talents Stephanie Adlington, Micah Atkinson, Alexandra Ayoob, Elisabeth Baer, Jonathon Cavendish, Mark Hornbaker, Bill Rainey, Joe Romagnoli, Evie Victorson and Eva Vidavska Kumar. They’ll be tackling standards from the Great White Way, with tunes from South Pacific, Oklahoma, A Chorus Line and more. I’ll be there Friday night. The show kicks off both nights at 8 p.m. Everybody ought to get out and support the symphony. If this goes over well, maybe they’ll cast the next opera entirely with local singers.

A Rave For Old People

Saturday Night is also when the Friends of the Avampato Discovery Museum will be hosting the sixth annual Fidelio Party in the old Montgomery Ward space at the Charleston Town Center. Now, aside from the fact that scheduling a fund raiser for the Clay Center’s museum on the same night as a concert at the Clay Center is not the swiftest move in the world, this is a fun way to raise money for a good cause. It’ll be like a little taste of Mardi Gras right here in Charleston. And you don’t have to wade through hurricane devastation to get to it!

The venue is intriguing. By holding the party in the mostly empty husk of an abandoned apartment store, Fidelio will have a unique industrial vibe. It’ll be like a RAVE for grown-ups, only there’ll be live music from Marci Stanely and The Ride Kings instead of droning electronica. And instead of Ectasy, there will be “legal beverages.” Psychics, magicians and showgirls will mill about the partygoers. And they promise “exquisite desserts,” which could be taken to mean almost anything. Admission is $55 at the door, unless you bought your tickets in advance, in which case you probably didn’t bother to read this item. Proceeds go to the Avampato Museum.

The Big Event

All this culture and elegance is a build up to the big day — SUPER BOWL SUNDAY! For the first time in 11 years, I will actually be watching the commercials AND the game. Melanie, who hates football, will be worn out from the concert, so I can just park myself in front the tube, and hope for a Steelers victory. But I will be at work. PopCulting while rooting on “The Bus.” You see, the commercials that they run during the Super Bowl pretty much set the tone for the advertising that we see on TV for the rest of the year. On Monday, I’ll give you my reaction to this year’s crop of Super Bowl ads, and let you know which commercials you’ll be sick of, and which ones you’ll remember fondly.

The symphony, a benefit for a museum, and the Super Bowl, all in the space of three days! Just look at all the culture!

Art Blogging


This is a digitally obliterated photograph.

Occasionally, whilst digitally assaulting photographs, I get carried away, and the end result winds up looking so abstract that it’s hard to tell exactly what it was in the first place.

This is one of those cases.

The title, which gives away the subject matter, is “Lee Street.”

I’ll post a less assaulted version next week. As it is, I liked the way this one turned out.

Disney/Pixar Fallout & 2006 Animated Movies

Animated Discussions
by Rudy Panucci and Melanie Larch

Pixar Moves In

The Disney/Pixar merger went through in record time. The $7.4 billion-dollar deal sees Pixar’s Steve Jobs taking a seat on the Disney board of directors, and John Lasseter adding creative executive duties for Disney Feature Animation to his title as the creative head of Pixar. He’s also in charge of the “Imagineering” department for the Disney theme parks, which has fans of the parks rejoicing.

On Wednesday, Jan. 25, Lasseter’s first day on the job, production on “Toy Story 3” was shut down. A sequel will not be made without the original production team from Pixar. Lasseter is said to have plans in store for the folks working on “Toy Story 3,” so they won’t be laid off, just reassigned.

A New Animation Glut

2006 is shaping up to be a banner year for animated feature films. According to some sources, as many as 15 major animated feature film releases are set for this year. That number includes the already-released “Hoodwinked”, as well as a smattering of independent or foreign releases. The big-money major studio releases include:

Universal: “Curious George”

20th Century Fox: “Ice Age 2: The Meltdown,” and “Yankee Irving”

Pixar: “Cars”

Disney: “The Wild,” and “Meet The Robinsons”

Warner Brothers: “The Ant Bully,” and “Happy Feet,” the computer-animated tale of a dancing penguin, directed by George Miller of “Mad Max” fame.

Dreamworks: “Over The Hedge” and “Flushed Away” (the latter made by Aardman Animation

Columbia: Director Robert Zemeckis’ “Monster House,” done in the same creepy motion-capture manner as “Polar Express”

And that’s leaving out lesser offerings from Paramount/Nickelodeon, The Weinstein Company, and Bill Plympton. Looks like a heavy year for fans of animation. True to the trendy nature of Hollywood, of the above-mentioned movies, only “Curious George” is traditionally-animated. “Flushed Away” is done in clay animation, while everything else on the list is all done with computers.

Update on WB30

Well, as of this fall, there won’t be anymore “WB30.” The station, WHCP, isn’t going off the air, but they will have to change their nickname. On Tuesday The WB and UPN announced a merger of sorts. Both networks will shut down in September to be replaced by a new entity called “The CW.” That stands for CBS and Warner Bros. It is not a tribute to C.W. McCall, who had the hit single “Convoy” back in 1976.

The interesting thing about this move is that local viewers won’t really see much of a change. WHCP already carries both network’s programming. This is good for them in that they’ll have a few more hours available to fill with syndicated programming. It would be really cool if they sought out some quirky innovative fare, but in all likelihood they’ll just fill the time with infomercials or more hours of “Shop At Home”.

This move does make a heck of a lot of sense. I predicted it five years ago. Each network had almost enough quality programming for half a good line-up, so between the two of them, they might put together a really strong collection of shows. UPN will bring “Friday Night Smackdown!,” “Veronica Mars,” “Everybody Hates Chris,” and “America’s Top Model” to the mix, while The WB will contribute “Smallville,” “Everwood,” and “Charmed.” Cult TV fans are already salivating over the prospect of “Smallville” and “Veronica Mars” airing back-to-back.

Now if WHCP could only
bring their broadcast signal up to modern-day standards, we might all enjoy these shows.

Speaking of WHCP, of late, they’ve added a new feature to their newscasts. For the last few weeks they’ve had a problem keeping the audio and video in synch. It takes a harmonic convergence of ineptitude to accomplish this on a live broadcast. Some nights the sound is so far off that a person might expect the newscasters to start screaming that Godzilla was attacking. One night you could tell they were struggling to fix it with digital delay, but the end result caused so much stuttering and skipping that Tom McGee was made to look and sound like Max Headroom. I’m begging you guys, hire a chief engineer! You’re supposed to be improving with time, not finding new and exciting ways to screw up.

Fries with your Mannheim Steamroller?

C.W. McCall, as noted in the above post, had a string of regional trucker hits before his national breakout, “Convoy.” But he wasn’t a real person. He was created and voiced by Bill Fries, an advertising executive. Originally, he starred in a series of commercials for “Old Home Bread.” Those ads were so well-received by the public that Fries was able to spin off a side career singing trucker songs as his ad icon alter ego. For these records, he teamed up with a jingle writer at the Bozell ad agency named Chip Davis. Davis had another side project he was working on at the time, and used the musicians from that project to play the music behind C.W. McCall.

Eventually Chip Davis’ other project was released to no small acclaim. Not many people realize that C.W. McCall’s back-up bands, The Old Home Band and The Fort Calhoun Nuclear Power Plant Boys, were the same group of musicians that’s now known as Mannheim Steamroller.

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