7.10.2009

Weekend Ride Out


Best of both worlds.

A few joints for the weekend:

- Jay-Z, "Song Cry" (over Dilla's "Coming Back")
For months, I've been yearning for a credible MC to use this beat. I'd still like for Elzhi to do it, but in the meantime, this works. The original "Song Cry" always left me wanting more. The essence of the song was that it dripped pathos, yet I always found it to be a little boring. This updated version, from a fan-fiction mixtape about Dilla producing The Blueprint, replaces the sparse music with backing that is much more active. There are fewer voids. It's now a different song, and the trade that's been consummated--swapping out some of the original's stark, lonely emotion for a more listenable version that is less obviously impassioned--is not insignificant. But I am feeling this, even though I listened to Blueprint straight through so many times that it's a little weird hearing these words extracted from the usual context.

- Killer Mike ft. Big Kuntry King, "I'mma Fool with It" (Clean)
When Killer Mike raps, I always feel like I've been caught stealing. His voice comes in with such clarity that it straightens my spine. This track is all about that, not so much because he's so angry (I guess he's on his break), but because it's not much of anything if you don't appreciate how he sounds.

- Inspectah Deck, "House N***a" (Joe Budden Diss)
You've heard this. I'm only mentioning it because, uh, this is the only rap beef I would care about. Not really sure anything will come of it, but Wu-Tang vs. Slaughterhouse would be furious. I wouldn't even care if it were a grand marketing scheme in the tradition of 50 Cent, because more music like this would make me so happy. Especially if Joey, Royce, and friends brought M.O.P. along. This feels like Super Friends! And Inspectah Deck is huge in Ethiopia and Croatia.

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7.08.2009

The 189-Day Check In: Music of the Half Year



Now that we're 51.78% of the way through calendar year 2009, it seemed appropriate to hit you with a post commemorating our arrival at and passage of the halfway point.

Rap's been fragmented for a long time. That's nothing new. Niche audiences have abounded for years, and this large set of disparate audiences has only amplified the success of universal stars like Kanye West. In an era when the hip-hop constituency is no longer monolithic and easier to reach but harder to control, the few transcendent personalities who seem to matter among a majority of rap communities deserve credit for this mass appeal. Which is not to say that their music is beyond criticism, or that they're even especially good. Acknowledging their ubiquity is just that: simple recognition.

I've returned to the fractured hip-hop populace again and again this year because 2009 has yet to see a cohesive musical element emerge. Whatever consensus there is in rap music appears weak at best. The artists who usually sway large groups have momentarily receded. We don't even really have a song of the summer, and it's already the second week of July. At the moment, the prevailing hip-hop sense seems to be whatever you'll make it. Not a bad thing, necessarily, but worth noting, anyway.

As always, a few caveats:
- Things may change between now and December 31st.
- My taste, like yours, is not static.
- Songs may be dapped up for all kinds of reasons.
- All lists are in alphabetical order, by artist.

Let's do it...

45 Best Songs of the First 189

- 50 Cent, "Tia Told Me" - 50 is a complete douche, and his routine gets tedious. The phony beefs, the media spectacles--all of it. But he is a savvy practitioner, and this joint was pretty funny. Now, it even seems timely, given Michael Jackson's passing.
- Al Be Back ft. Naledge and 88-Keys, "Walk on By" - Not really sold on Al Be, but Naledge and 88-Keys work this beat nicely.
- Big Scen ft. Sean Price, "Broke as Fuck" - Sean P, as gutter as it gets, rapping about being from the gutter? Yessir.
- The Black Lips ft. GZA, "Drop I Hold" - I think the Black Lips are some kind of indie-rock sensation (I don't listen to that music), and I am not sure what bloggers are supposed to say about them. But whatever: I love the washed out sound and the melodramatic moaning
- Busta Rhymes ft. Uncle Murda, "Director's Cut" - Some Coming-era Busta, at least in overall feel and aesthetic.
- Cam'ron, "Cookin' Up" - Crime Pays was a letdown. Everything sounded like Cam-lite. "Cookin'" was among the few that approached the sound and quality for which one might have hoped. And it has my favorite diss: "Killa/You Andre Miller/Got a basic game." In the same verse about being the Black Gallagher.
- Cappadonna ft. Lounge Lo and Ghetto Philharmonic, "Somebody's Got to Go" - You didn't even know Cap put out new music this year, did you? The lazy, soulful horn piece is just ill.
- The Cool Kids, "Cinnamon" - Captures what the Cool Kids do, for better and for worse. Laid back, inward focused, almost spacey in its playful rhyming.
- DJ JS-1 ft. Craig G, AG, and Ed O.G., "Original G'z" - This is what it sounds like in my mind when I remember being 12 years old.
- Drake ft. Elzhi and Phonte, "Think Good Thoughts" - Not "Hoe Cakes," but that may be an unfair standard. Phonte and Elzhi remain two of the better rappers. I love hearing not just their rhymes, but how they pick out the images they'll use in similes. Dudes are perspicacious and engaged.
- The Dream, "I'm Not OK" - Wish it were on his album. Smooth joint easy to have on in the background, and yet emotionally engaging in the cheesiest way possible. A guilty-pleasure pick.
- Finale, "Heat" - So many elements go into this record--Finale's focused, intense flow; the cutting in between verses; Sean Price-like grunts; a tinny sound. Feels gritty, and very much of the D.
- Focus ft. Slum Village, Frank Nitty, and Illa J, "Homage to Dilla" - Speaking of Detroit...Focus just nails these homages, recreating signature sounds so well. This is cheating, in a way, but it's nice hearing S Villa over something Dilla-ish.
- Focus ft. Royce da 5'9", Phonte, and Stat Quo, "Homage to DJ Premier" - Not that you would forget, but it's staggering to consider what Premier has done for hip-hop.
- Focus ft. Big Pooh, Sha Stimuli, and Kurupt, "Homage to Pete Rock" - Those echoing horns....
- Freeway, "For the Money" - Whatever part of me still loves chipmunk soul can't get enough of the sample that drives the song's melody.
- The Game ft. Snoop Dogg, "On the Block" - Game does Game, sounding at home over production that is pleasantly generic. And Snoop's sing-song shit works over that Cheers-theme interlude.
- Ghostface Killah, "Forever" - Even when he's not being especially kind, Ghost manages to sound earnest and endearing.
- Jadakiss, "Magic City" - I admire the hardworking style of this track. Lyrical content aside, it's sort of bluecollar--stays at it, masters nothing but does many things well, and ultimately gets the job done.
- Jadakiss ft. Swizz Beatz, Eve, DMX, Styles P, Sheek Louch, and Drag-On, "Who's Real" - Double-R nostalgia!
- Jay Dee, "Coming Back" - Beautiful soundscape. Calls out for Elzhi.
- Jay Dee ft. Blu, "Smoke" - Kind of a dumb song, but immensely listenable, as Blu sounds great.
- Lee Bannon ft. Sha Stimuli, Skyzoo, and Donny Goines, "Volume" (O.G. Version) - I'm on record about why this song works so well. Such a great joint.
- Method Man & Redman ft. Bun B, "City Lights" - As he does for most of the album, Meth sounds a lot like he did back when he was most prominent. He's mellowed some, but he retains this air of cool control.
- MF Doom, "Gazzillion Ear" - Very Doom-ish, no?
- Mos Def ft. Slick Rick, "Auditorium" - Among the more engaging songs. Requires that you pay attention. And Rick's verse is particularly dope.
- Mr. Hudson ft. Kanye West, "Supernova" - The musical equivalent of orange juice out of a can--it is weird, and it can almost be bad, yet something about it (Hudson's melodic whining; the metallic aftertaste) oddly calls you back.
- Nas, "Fear of Mandingo" - One of those quasi-intellectual Nas raps. This one is memorable for its blunt treatment of a topic usually skirted around.
- Ne-Yo, "To Be Continued" - He might be a closet case, what with the endless scarves and rarely actually appearing in the same frame as the women in his videos, but whatever. Ne-Yo consistently makes great pop songs. This one is a little more mature and muted, which gives it some heft.
- Raekwon, "Resolution" - The rhyming is a little rote, but the words are bathed in a gorgeous soul sound that suits the strained, raspy, aged Rae Rae voice.
- Raekwon ft. The Game, "Flashback Memories" - Game and Rae sound great over this woozy track. It's casually impressive.
- Raekwon ft. Method Man and Ghostface Killah, "Wu Ooh" - Best song of the year? Probably. So far. Meth marshals the troops and gets them ready to go in; Rae spits a dense coke-crime fantasy; Ghost gets energetic and cinematic; and Meth goes the extra mile by slaying his verse, controlling his cadence so well. Among the most fun songs.
- The Red Giants ft. Ilyas and Donwil, "Nati Niggaz" - Another track I've discussed. G-Funk isn't a bad look.
- Rick Rowss ft. The Game, Fat Joe, and Ja Rule, "Mafia Music" (Remix) - Yeah, they're all kind of idiotic and a little silly, but they do arm up pretty well using a sinister beat that is only missing Shyne.
- Ron Artest, "Michael, Michael" - Is there a more curious record? No.
- Royce da 5'9", "Count for Nothing" - The most furious rapper alive. He murders damn near everything.
- Serius Jones, "Help (I Been Robbed)" - Dude really rides this beat, and he infuses the tough talk with a knowing amusement that makes me think he was smiling while he rapped.
- Sha Stimuli ft. Ne-Yo, "I Miss You" - A nice, sincere, accessible song. Just wildly pleasant. Plus, Stimuli calls himself "corny," so that's not really much of a criticism to level against it.
- Slaughterhouse ft. M.O.P., "Woodstock" - Hardest rap track alive.
- Steve Porter, "Press Hop" - Hilarious. Can never get enough Dennis Green.
- Tanya Morgan ft. Blu, "Morgan Blu" - My own, personal summer joint. Put this on in the car and instantly feel good.
- U-God ft. Ghostface Killah and Scotty Wotty, "Train Trussle" - "Praise be to Allah!" I like any track that samples Mr. Tyson. And I like the Wu-ish sound that is revived on the track. You rockin' a shit bag!
- Usher, "What's a Guy Gotta Do" - Pharrell commands a certain production aesthetic that instantly evokes the sense that everyone should be wearing white. It's airy and breezy. It's fans blowing. It's natural light. It's twirls in the video. Basically, it's this song.
- Wale, "Penthouse Anthem" - Not sure why, but this kind of tugs at me.
- Wu-Tang Clan ft. Inspectah Deck, Sadat X, and U-God, "Sound the Horns" - Ever since Tribe's "Steve Biko," I've been a sucker for well-deployed horn riffs.

9 Worst Songs of the First 189 (Or, at Least, 9 Songs that Stuck with Me for Being Bad)
- Beyonce, "Diva" - The most annoying song I can remember, so grating, and repetitive, and noisy, and ugly. It would also be nice if Beyonce's voice didn't combine with the music to sound like shrieking.
- Busta Rhymes ft. Demarco and Jelly Roll, "We Miss You" - I felt like someone was raping my ear.
- Cam'ron ft. Vado, "Horror Story" - *shakes his head* What were they thinking? Honestly, what? Who thought this sounded good? To anyone? The only thing they got right was the title. Zing!
- Diddy ft. Ying Joc, "Diddy Bop" - What would happen if a reTARD read a keyword cloud on some hackneyed hip-hop site and then found his dad's synethsizer.
- Jeremih, "Birthday Sex" - If only we could rename this song "Boring as Fuck."
- Lil' Wayne's rock music
- Naledge, "Lovin' Ya Life" - This hurts, because I am a big Naledge fan, but the track was just off. It was shrill and the rhythm was stilted. Really not a good look.
- Peter Bjorn and John, "I'm Losing My Mind" - Sounds like a sad experiment in INXS imitation. Or something.
- Slim Thug ft. UGK, "Leaning" - Incredibly generic, sort of antiquated, and forever cursed by Pimp C's whiny, awful voice.

3 Most Disappointing Songs of the First 189
- The Clipse ft. Kanye West, "Kinda Like a Big Deal" - Once you get past that these dudes are kind of like a big deal, you're left with a lazy, bland song that is amazingly forgettable. And the Clipse, whom their fans consider to be masterful, sound pretty tame and unimaginative. Boring, really. The only unqualified positive is that Kanye doesn't sing into the computer.
- Jay-Z, "DOA" - More ground I've tread. A totally discursive, frivolous song that did little more than mask activity as accomplishment.
- Jay Dee ft. Havoc and Raekwon, "24K Rap" - It could have been cool. But the Dilla minimalism isn't carried by standout verses, or a proper relationship between beat and MCs. Instead, this is lifeless and stale, sounding too stitched together. Havoc kind of sucks these days, which is sad.

4 Artists Who've Won the First 189
- Drake - Dunny is everywhere. No? Dunny just signed with one of America's most beloved tatted-up midgets. No? Dunny's getting lots of radio play from a song he made last year. No? Dunny is linked to a grip of good-looking women. No? Life is good for the Drake.

- Raekwon - Rae is rapping well this year. His ever expanding catalogue of unofficial music has enjoyed a renaissance as he's recaptured an element of MC'ing that makes his verses lively. Set to a range of soulful, calm music, the reinvigorated Chef now seems like a sort of worn veteran who is comfortable in the role and eager to make meaningful music. OB4CL2 is probably the most important remaining rap thing of the year, and it wouldn't be were he in an artistic stupor.


- Rick Rowss - Despite running out of ammo against the relentless Mr. Curtis, an ignominious past that people, not least of all bloggers, won't allow him to forget, and his ever hulking bosom, Rowss has managed to scratch out a place at the big-boy (no pun intended) table. Thanks to a well-made record that compensated for medium-level raps with fantastic music, Ricky, inexplicable, seems credible for the time being. And his beef made him current, sadly.

- Royce da 5'9" - Most exciting rapper in the game. He bodies almost every track he gets on, and he combines that energy and intensity with impressive, intricate verse construction. Royce will never receive the credit he deserves, but he's charting a nice course right now, with Slaughterhouse, his relationship with Black Milk, and his excellent mixtapes.

7 Songs I've Kept on the iPod for Most of the First 189
- 50 Cent, "Play This on the Radio"
- Al Tariq, "Nikki"
- Jack Wilkins, "Red Clay"
- The Kinks, "Living on a Thin Line"
- The Lonely Island, "Who Said We're Wack"
- Love Unlimited Orchestra, "Theme from Together Brothers"
- Q-Tip, "Let's Ride"

4 Most Annoying Things about Rap in the First 189
- Drake - Hate the Drake. Well, not really, but I think he's overrated. His mixtapes are technically impressive but loaded with boring music. That sing-song shit he does is a little played, not only because it grows tedious but because it sounds too much like fad music. And, to be completely unfair, I can't get past his cookie-cutter professional background; it's hard to ride for a Degrassi rapper. Plus, his look is always off, be it his hair or his clothes.

- Internet MCs and the Website That Love Them - No shots are being fired. Let me be clear. I have great respect and admiration for the rap websites that serve as RSS feeds for the community. They are incredibly useful. I read them every day. But the downside of being so diligent in the coverage and so accepting of submissions is that rap music is becoming impossible to manage. Seemingly anyone with an mp3, an email address, and a headshot can wind up being promoted as a next big thing. Or as someone doing something worthwhile. The hype, and really just the unwarranted attention, is almost cumbersome. Sure, a reader can choose against certain posts and need not listen to every song put out by someone with a funny name who thinks it's cool to wear women's pants. However, the culture has changed, and the gates appear to have been flung wide open. It's democratic and incredibly cool in some respects. But it also encourages lax standards and empty product, and it's self-perpetuating.

Don't even get me started on the quasi-credible artists who can't release one effing album but can tweet all day and flood inboxes with new joints.

- Lil' Wayne as a non-rap expert - Not sure when this happened, but I blame Jennifer Lopez. In America, the people who run media companies seem to think that talent is fungible, so that if someone excels in one area, he can rely on this talent to morph into a new form that can be applied in another capacity. J-Lo's career is one of mediocre music, dancing, and acting, all of these disciplines self-reinforcing. Oh my, she sings, too! Feel me? Well, Wayne appears to be benefitting from similarly stupid thinking, what with his burgeoning rock career and his residency at ESPN as a supposed sports expert. It's embarrassing, to be honest.

- Living in St. Louis - Look, people, I don't really know what informs your taste, but it's regrettable, if not pathetic, that you seem happiest when every song on the radio is indistinguishable, with all of them sounding like "Stanky Legg"/"Bust It Wide Open" inbreeding.

5 Worst Albums of the First 189
- Alchemist, Chemical Warfare - The rapping is OK, and there are a few joints, but the production is almost antagonistic in its jagged, hard, dystopian sound. Really expected a cleaner iteration of the style, but this is grimy and noisy, albeit not always loud.
- Asher Roth, Asleep in the Bread Aisle - Whatever. He might be dead at this point, and I doubt it would even register anymore. Thank Jesus.
- DJ Drama, Gangsta Grillz, The Album, Vol. 2 - I listened to this several times and have almost no recollection of it. That can't be good.
- Eminem, Relapse - Sort of a sad album.
- Maino, If Tomorrow Comes - I almost thought this was a joke when I first heard it, as though someone had to settle a bet about how unremarkable and forgettable a record could be.

3 Best Mixtapes of the First 189
- Rhymefest, The Manual
- Skyzoo, The Power of Words
- Wyclef Jean, Coming to America

5 Albums I Wanted to Like More Than I Actually Do

- Busta Rhymes, Back on My Bullshit - It's got some bangers for sure--"Conglomerate," "Shoot for the Moon," the second part of the intro. But overall, the production is too inconsistent in style, too messy in execution, and generally unpalatable. It's not really an enjoyable record to listen to. And Busta's whole thug routine has always been a little insincere and now has worn thin.
- Jadakiss, The Last Kiss - Jesus, Jada, why can't you make a cohesive album? Your ear for beats is awful.
- De La Soul, Are You In? - It's a running mix. With that caveat, it's still really bland.
- Jay Dee, Jay Stay Paid - The posthumous Yancey releases should probably stop now. We appear to have reached the end of the quality beats. For that matter, I am tired of namebrand rappers doing inadequate work with his music. This album was just up and down, and probably should have been an 8-track EP. As that shortened product, it would be excellent.
- Peter Bjorn and John, Living Thing - Following up a rich, melodic, poppy album like Writer's Block with an album far more minimal and sharp made Things hard to digest. Once past that stylistic diversion, though, we're still left with a lot of songs that are too threadbare.

13 Best Albums of the First 189
- Amadou & Mariam, Welcome to Mali - The rhythms and melodies are infectious. Great music to throw on for almost any occasion.
- DJ JS-1, Ground Original 2: No Sell Out - Overall, best-produced album of the year. And unlike some formal mixes, nearly every one of the tracks feels right, like a nicely developed snapshot of a certain rap landscape.
- Finale, A Pipe Dream and a Promise - Detroit music, unapologetically so.
- Grand Puba, RetroActive - Puba's still got that soft voice, that funny preference for singing off key, and that newjack persona. You'd think he's sound terrible, but yet, he makes it work. Sort of fun for an old(er) head.
- Kenzo Digital, City of God's Son - Best piece of art that will be made this year, I'd imagine.
- Method Man & Redman, Blackout 2 - Low expectations may have enhanced this album's impact because almost anyone can look spry when the bar is set low. However, Meth and Red find a rhythm, use smart music that complements them, and rap like it were 1996, or at least 2000.
- Mos Def, The Ecstatic - I'm just glad he chose to make an actual hip-hop album again. The Middle East-infused scoundscape is a little tricky, and perhaps not as inviting as lesser music made more traditionally, but this is a smart, provocative record. A rap record.
- Rick Ross, Deeper Than Rap - Great beats. Unintentionally funny man rapping over them.
- Ryan Leslie, Ryan Leslie - Easy-listening R&B. Not as good, but the vibe reminds me of John Legend's debut. Perhaps an obvious, not wholly correct comparison, but I couple them in my mind.
- Tanya Morgan, Brooklynati - Album of the year so far? Really solid rhyming, cohesive sonic and narrative arcs. The tone might be a little soft for some, and it could easily be denigrated as some bastard child of the okayplayer realm, but that carries with it an agenda. Artistically, it's a very good product.
- Torae, Double Barrel - New York boom bap.
- U-God, Dopium - Sleeper album of the year. Who knew U-God could pull off a project that is more than half good, and very much of the Wu-Tang Clan?
- Wu-Tang Clan, Chamber Music - Speaking of--this is not a real Wu record. It doesn't have all the MC's, and Chamber Music was explicitly an experimental project with a live band and guests. But this does recreate some vintage RZA sounds, and the MC'ing is professional, though not exemplary.

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7.07.2009

Matt Light Should Never Work on an Election Board



Matt Light seems like a perfectly nice man, and he is apparently quite dedicated to charity work. One thing at which he may not be so good, though, is discerning between a majority and a minority. Or, perhaps his point in the paragraph highlighted above was that a slim majority of NFL players do bad things, but a sizable minority deserves credit for its good deeds, despite being outnumbered.

If what he says is true, then yes, he and his kind-hearted, benevolent souls should receive slightly less than half of the coverage we confer upon the true American pastime. But really no more. According to Light, somewhere above 50% of the NFL's players are doing dirt, and it should be covered.

Either way, I hope that Light is never asked to count ballots. That could be confusing for everyone.

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7.06.2009

Ron Artest's Tribute to Michael Jackson



Download is here. I really don't have the words to do this justice. "
He inspired Jamie Foxx and Usher, too?" That's proof of Michael's greatness? "Even though I'm always strapped, I'm puttin' down my mack for Mike Jack." Really? WHAT?!

Also, doesn't it sound like David Banner is singing on the hook? Or that he should be?

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Now Is Rasheed's Moment


We've had our differences, but he's the man. Still. Kind of.

Rasheed Wallace is going to join the Celtics on Wednesday. It will be a sad day for me, as I love Roscoe (despite my Pistons-related frustrations) and hate the Celtics. I especially hate that with Sheed and KG, Boston will now employ two of my favorite players from these past 15 years or so. What I don't hate is that Boston will be the most profane team of all time, and in this summer of missing pieces, Roscoe may finally have an opportunity to succeed on his own terms.

I wrote a piece about some of these feelings over at FD. Please check it out.

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Music for a Monday: An Epic Better Than Yours


Dunny has fly ankles

Let's take it back for a moment, today, and dwell upon the sort of either-or that would give your average Straight Bangin' fan some wrenching moments of soul searching: Cam'ron or Ghostface?

Who used the beat better?

- Cam'ron ft. Juelz Santana and Jim Jones, "Come Home with Me"

- Ghostface Killah, "Interlude" (from Bulletproof Wallets)

Perhaps the relevant inquiry should be, Which song better distills the artist's unique brand of rap lunacy?

First, make it a fair fight--don't consider Jimmy and Juelz's verses. OK then. So..."CHwM" has some classic Cam raps. He is flexing that bizarrely prosaic storytelling where he either talks about outlandish happenings as though they were normal, or he's finding creative ways to say fairly mundane things. Or he's being insanely, awesomely corny and weird. Consider:
"Where my mother found my crack platter/Threw it away so I snapped at her/Back-slapped her/She picked up a bat like McGwire, for that matter"

"Cam if you need dome, hit me"

"Where a n***a make star bucks/I'm about to have a Starbucks"
Then there's Ghost, who goes to that special place only he can, and starts rapping with the manic intensity that makes his rhymes seem urgent and visceral. It's half-yelling, really. In characteristic fashion, he paints a picture using those snippets of vivid detail, putting words and phrases to use in a way that conveys meaning and information beyond what's just on the surface. I think starting any verse with "A yo, he said I had fly ankles" might win on a compulsory basis, but I will hear other arguments.

(HT for the suggestion: Ian Cohen, long-time SB fam.)

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7.05.2009

Ron Artest Signs with the Lakers

Straight up, there is no one with whom I'd rather spend an afternoon:

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7.04.2009

Happy Happy, America



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7.02.2009

Beautiful and Imperfect


Yeah, see, give me all yaw money, see.

There Will Be Blood was my favorite movie of 2007, followed closely by No Country for Old Men. The former was distinguished by its beautiful look, a score capable of making a silent movie gripping, and Daniel Day Lewis's outsized portrayal of Daniel Plainview. Plot was almost incidental as the movie wore on, because TWBB was primarily a sublime character study. Had Plainview delivered newspapers or made oragami cranes, I probably wouldn't have cared. The oil story, and the larger narrative about America's development, was perfectly raw, but other stories would have been sufficient. No Country was an engrossing thriller, the sort made rich by colorful, engaging characters whose personalities and motivations enjoyed a certain symbiosis with the movie's arc. It also benefitted from camera work and direction that played with the material; lesser directors could have made a lesser movie with the same script.

Public Enemies falls somewhere in between these two fantastic movies, and while still quite good, it is a diminished product as a result. Never fully committing to either an immersion in character or a fabulously crafted tale, it instead seems conflicted, wanting to be both. The somewhat lurching plot told through connected vignettes invites the expectation of deep character understanding. However, the movie never explores what lies beneath passable but obvious motivations. In turn, the failure to create a showpiece for the movie's protagonists is articulated further by an action movie that is surprisingly tame. The violent sequences look great, and they especially sound great, but such technically impressive movie-making renders the material remote, paradoxically. The events of the film are decoupled from any true tension or gripping air of danger. As Johnny Depp, Christian Bale, and Billy Crudup turn in wonderful, restrained performances, an audience is left to politely appreciate their expertise but wonder why it wasn't more satisfying to watch the movie play out. Enemies is a film caught in the limbo between probing depth and satisfying thrills. It's too shallow but not easy enough.

Michael Mann doesn't fail, though. He's made a really good movie in a really good way. Enemies is gorgeous: the high-definition camera lenses and cinema-verite shooting angles vividly bring to life 1930s America. All movies should be shot exclusively in HD if this is what they would look like. Gazing at the screen can transport you to a museum as you consider such nuanced, carefully crafted, engaging images. So, too, does the sound put a viewer in the midst of the material. Even someone as desensitized to violence as one can be will surely feel a tingle as gun shots explode with a sickening echo.

Authentic flourishes enhance acting that is never visible. The ensemble cast is excellent, and the three main actors are so comfortable in their characters that you regret Enemies' failure to better explain their respective origins. As for the larger cast, each actor has the right look and feel in his or her role. That might be an ultimate compliment for the casting director. And any person whose pop culture tastes mirror mine will be delighted to see McNutty's judge as John Dillinger's laywer; Anna, from Big Love, as Dillinger's friend; Tommy from Snatch as a gangster, finally more comfortable with, and more justified for, carrying a gun; and so forth. You even won't mind seeing Claire off the island and without her baby. Enemies brims with a certain professional vitality.

If only it didn't suffer from such an identity crisis. There is something sad about the film that goes beyond its plot, and I think it's because Enemies could have been a classic. It is forced to settle for better than most.

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7.01.2009

With a Little Bit of Gold and a Pager



Really, Joe? Really? You just committed your cap space to Ben Gordon and Charlie Villanueva? You turned Rasheed's expiring contract and Chauncey Billups into an embarrassing first-round flameout, a streaky and undersized sixth-man, and a mercurial forward who gets hurt fairly often? You took a team that as recently as two years ago was a decent rebounder and another guard away from the Finals and turned it into one that probably can't hope to be any better than seventh in the East? Your second-highest-paid player plays the same position as your highest? The same highest-paid guy who shouldn't have such an onerous deal in the first place?

And you're going to hire a retread coach to polish up such worthless scrap metal? You went from league elite to miserably mediocre in two seasons? As you look up at teams led by so many players you passed on? I know it wasn't wholly predictable, but still, that was the karmic tipping point. It's been almost all bad since then, hasn't it?

The fuck?

Sorry to say it, Joey, but you need to update your resume, because you played yourself worse than Jay on "DOA."

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