Category Archives: Hip

Pistol Opera (2001), Samurai Fiction (1998)

Speaking of watching really terrible and definitely outrageous foreign films and thinking they were brilliant, “Pistol Opera” is a movie I found in my early days of discovering Netflix. I had rented this awesome movie called “Samurai Fiction” (it’s named a samurai movie for the MTV generation). I think it was made in the late ’90s, but anyhoo, It was a REALLY cool, funny, and hip movie, I thought. Especially because I saw it with my older aunt and her cool hip friends I was like, soooo cool for laughing at the same parts and stuff. AND for reading subtitles. I was so legit.

Anyway, attached to that film was the trailer for “Pistol Opera”. As you can tell from watching the trailer below, it is the most artistic piece of nonsense ever. I thought it was really beautiful and SO Important and stuff. And this was before my philosophic and existential meanderings of community college. But yeah! This trailer definitely reminds me of my pseudo-pretentious art film phase. I actually rented it, and was HORRIFIED out how awful it was. It might have been a joke it was so bad. Maybe I just didn’t get it, but the characters would inexplicably pose and speak in haikus and kill each other and my 14 year old self was just terribly confused.

It temporarily brought me out of my pretentious movie phase. I think I might need to watch it again, just to see if the same view holds. Oh gawd, it was so bad. I still love the trailer though. I think the movie was just raw footage for someone to make the best trailer ever.

Best Coast shares a Dreamy California

Best Coast did a mix for Artist Advocacy. I don’t know anything about all that, but it’s a california-cool-nostalgia-laden-for-an-imaginary-(at least for me)-image-of-so-cal-cruisy-mix. I want to collect all the tracks, make a CD, and then drive in my car along the coast up to Berkeley. I think these acts, Best Coast and her other fuzzy friends like Wavves, that appeal to the hip-Pitchfork-crowd, are really interesting because they are creating a sardonic nostalgia for the West coast (the best coast), and I have a feeling that it’s tinged with sincerity, and not the other way around. But I’m cursed with a certain detachment. Like if I tried to be in on it, it would just look like I’m not in on the joke. But maybe I’m thinking too much about those things, as I am liable to do. I just need to RELAX.

Anyway, it’s a really cool mix of songs that evoke, in the words of Bethany Costentino herself, the mood of “my boyfriend, driving around in my car, and sitting around at home with my cat. Hope you listen to it and chill as hard as I do.” Damn, it’s like when I hit that bomb-yesk and we’re watching something on TV and my friend Gretel has to remind me to laugh.