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[50/50] Comedy #5: “High Fidelity”

Wednesday, May 15th, 2013

Comedy #5: “High Fidelity” (2000)

220px-HighfidelityDVDTop 5 all-time reasons “High Fidelity” deserves to be on this list:

1) It is the single best — certainly the most honest — movie about relationships ever made.

2) It is witty and eminently quotable (and, curiously enough, from a screenplay by Scott Rosenberg, who also wrote “Beautiful Girls.”)

3) It completely nails the culture of the collector, and scarily so. (“High Fidelity” also came out at the same time as “Wonder Boys,” which completely failed to hit its target re: obsessive fandom and a niche culture, so an interesting compare/contrast on What Not to Do.)

4) It has a kick-ass soundtrack that is almost as good as the ones from “Beautiful Girls” and “Fast Times

5) It was Jack Black’s first movie, when he was still an unexpected surprise — and still entertaining.


Bonus track! Read the book — it is even funnier than the movie, if that’s possible.

[50/50] Comedies #10 & #11: Sport!

Wednesday, March 27th, 2013

Bull-Durham-mv01Comedy #10: Bull Durham (1988)
Comedy #11: Slap Shot (1977)

It is not true you are required by law to view “Bull Durham” every year here, but you can’t move to this town without having seen the movie first, and if you somehow manage that feat and someone finds out, you will be immediately sat down and made to watch it. What is true is that this one movie probably did more to help revitalize a dying tobacco town than a dozen chamber of commerces — and is way funnier. Arguably the best sports movie ever made, it is certainly the sexiest, sweetest and most quotable:

Everything associated with the movie is legend around here. For us it was cemented a few months after we moved to Durham and went to the Blues Festival, which used to be held at the same ballpark where they filmed all the games. Somehow we got a spot over home plate, where we laid down a blanket, got drunk with our new neighbors and danced until midnight. The next year they blocked off the infield during concerts, and no one’s been allowed to dance on home plate since.

I guess that makes us lolligaggers.


slapshot1Here’s the thing: you know me, and except for fictional ones like Rollerball, or dead ones like chariot racing, I really could care less about following sports. (Okay, maybe college football, but even that’s a mystery to me, and everything I know I’ve picked up through friends by osmosis. Like a contact high.) Take hockey. Everything I know about hockey, I learned from “Slap Shot,” the incredibly profane, incredibly funny black satire with Paul Newman as the coach of a minor league hockey team. Cynical and very ’70s, it is a major league send-up of violence and money in sports — and America —that is a hoot to watch.

Clips don’t do this flick justice: it is the cumulative effect of Newman’s charming flim-flam and the child-like hyperviolence of the Hanson Brothers that make “Slap Shot” effective. Also, lots of swearing. Lots and lots of swearing. Don’t bother watching it if you come across it on TV … it’s so cut up there’s no point. You’ve been warned. Anyway, here’s a scene of the Hanson Bros. punching someone — sorry, everyone — out.