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            Real - A Totally 80s Documentary
 Double Feature
 
 Adam
              Jahnke - Main Page
 
 
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            to venture into the untamed world of non-fiction film again, folks.
            This time out, both movies are about roughly the same time period,
            the early-to-mid 1980s. But the scenes they cover are night-and-day
            different, proving there was a lot more to the 80s than valley girls
            and aerobics. 
 
 
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                Hardcore 2006 (2007) - Sony Pictures Classics
 
 It seems like there's been quite a few movies documenting the
                punk scene lately, from overviews like Punk:
                Attitude to films focusing on specific bands like
                The Filth and the Fury.
                I'm at a loss to explain this sudden interest. It's as if the
                participants in these films (and you do often see a lot of the
                same faces in them) suddenly woke up, surprised to still be
                alive and felt compelled to get their memories of the era
                documented before they forgot everything. American
                Hardcore, a recent documentary directed by Paul
                Rachman, is superior to some of the other films of its type that
                try to cram too much into a short time. But, like most
                overviews, it still leaves one wanting more.
 
 
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            | The
            problem with most docs that try to cover the punk scene is the
            substantial difference between the UK punks and their American
            counterparts. Like its title suggests, American
            Hardcore by and large ignores British bands like the Sex
            Pistols, except to give a nodding reference to their influence and,
            more importantly, to show how the American punks tried to
            distinguish themselves from what was happening overseas. The movie
            also does a good job differentiating between the scenes in different
            cities, showing how the L.A. punks, for instance, influenced what
            was happening in D.C., which in turn influenced Boston and on and
            on. It paints a picture of an underground network of bands,
            promoters and roadies with all the rivalries and alliances such an
            organization would generate. 
 Rachman and author Steven Blush (whose book inspired the film)
            interview dozens of punk veterans, punctuated by great photographs
            and footage of bands like Bad Brains, Black Flag and SSD. The
            aggression and energy of the music is matched by the design work of
            John Vondracek. The interviewees, including Ian MacKaye of Minor
            Threat, Jack Grisham of T.S.O.L. and the ubiquitous Henry Rollins,
            are by and large great storytellers, providing some terrific
            anecdotes and insight into not only how the punk movement formed and
            was spread but why it flamed out so quickly.
 
 Even if you hate punk rock, you'll come away from this admiring
            these guys (and yes, while there are a handful of women here, it's a
            mostly male lineup). The punk movement is one of the few in modern
            music to have erupted spontaneously for nothing more than the joy of
            doing it. Certainly none of these guys harbored any illusions that
            they'd get rich playing this kind of music. This is rare in any
            field and all but unheard of in the music industry.
 
 Naturally there are some gaps here but that's to be expected in any
            movie that tries to cover this much ground. True hardcore fans will
            argue for hours about the bands that were left out. You could also
            argue that the movie ends too definitively, with pretty much
            everyone agreeing that by 1986, punk was dead. This may or may not
            be true. Certainly its influence lived on. What's important is that
            for the people profiled in this film, it was true. It was over and
            anything that came afterward had nothing to do with what they were
            about.
 
 Sony's DVD of American Hardcore
            is pretty spiffy for a standard issue disc. The video and audio
            qualities are as good as possible, considering how much of the film
            is made up of footage shot in the 80s on consumer-grade video and
            Super 8 with in-camera sound. Extras include 50 minutes of deleted
            scenes, a brief featurette called In The
            Pit spotlighting the photography of Ed Colver, and, best
            of all, six complete musical performances excerpted in the film.
            Sure, the songs are lightning-fast but it's terrific to see footage
            of Jerry's Kids, YDI, Void, SSD, Bad Brains and Millions of Dead
            Cops in all their original camcordery glory. There's also footage of
            DOA and the Circle Jerks playing at the Sundance premiere party.
            They're still great but nowhere is the difference between then and
            now more obvious. Instead of the band's spray-painted name, the back
            wall of the stage is covered by a banner for corporate sponsor Vans.
            How punk. Finally, Rachman and Blush contribute a less-than-inspired
            audio commentary, mostly of interest if you want to know where they
            shot their interviews although they do touch on why bands like the
            Misfits and the Dead Kennedys were left out.
 
 As an introduction or a refresher course in punk history, American
            Hardcore does its job with style and energy. Docs on
            specific bands obviously can go into more detail and there's still
            room to explore the subject by focusing on individual cities and
            their unique styles. American Hardcore,
            on the other hand, casts its net wider and helps connect the dots on
            the map.
 
 Program Rating: B
 Disc Ratings (Video/Audio/Extras): B/B-/B
 
 
 
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                Cowboys 2006 (2007) - Magnolia
 
 Last year, Michael Mann brought his seminal TV series Miami
                Vice to the big screen. By updating it and giving it
                the same sheen as Collateral
                and Heat, Mann hoped to
                turn his day-glo TV show into a gritty, realistic action-drama
                for today. He needn't have bothered. Director Billy Corben beat
                him to it with Cocaine Cowboys,
                a stylish and fast-paced documentary that tells the real story
                of Miami in the 1980s.
 
 Given remarkable access to crime scene photos, mug shots and
                the players themselves, Corben mashes everything together to
                paint a picture of excess and violence. We first meet coke
                dealer Jon Roberts and self-described "importer"
                Mickey Munday. Both of these characters detail the business end
                of the coke trade, telling us how it was done and why they were
                able to get away with it for so long.
 
 
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            | Eventually
            we enter the supply side, meeting hitman Jorge "Rivi"
            Ayala. Rivi, who is interviewed from the prison where he'll
            presumably be spending the rest of his life, remains a charismatic
            figure. His descriptions of the vicious murders he helped carry out
            on the orders of "Godmother" Griselda Blanco are chilling
            in their matter-of-fact, no-regrets tone. Corben interviews the good
            guys too, including retired homicide detective Al Singleton and
            reporters Edna Buchanan and Al Sunshine. Their comments are welcome
            but the meat of the story comes straight from the horse's mouth. 
 The hyperactive style of Cocaine Cowboys
            almost makes this a documentary for people who hate documentaries.
            The flip side of this, of course, is that if you love them, you
            might hate this, accusing it of all flash and no fire. There might
            be some truth to that but the style is dictated by the story being
            told. Nothing's worse than a doc that takes an exciting story and
            renders it lifeless. If nothing else, Cocaine
            Cowboys certainly can't be accused of that. Propelled by
            a driving score by Jan Hammer, Mr. Miami
            Vice himself, you'll be amazed at how quickly Cocaine
            Cowboys' nearly two hour running time flies by.
 
 Magnolia has done a nice job with this disc, giving it a decent
            anamorphic transfer and a 5.1 audio track. The extras are almost as
            compelling as the film, starting with a 15-minute mini-movie called
            Hustlin' with the Godmother: The Charles
            Cosby Story, a bizarre coda to the already strange story
            of Griselda Blanco. Fourteen deleted scenes are included with more
            details about Mickey Munday's drug trafficking operations, Rivi's
            hits, and amusing but non-essential stories. Finally Corben and
            co-producer/co-editor David Cypkin provide commentaries on the film
            and all the extras. Their voice-overs are nearly as fast-paced as
            the movie itself.
 
 I'll admit I knew next to nothing about this subject before
            watching Cocaine Cowboys and
            that may be the best way to approach the film. If you're already
            familiar with what was happening in Miami back then, this may be old
            news that doesn't tell you anything you didn't already know. Even
            so, it tells it well, making Cocaine
            Cowboys a blast for lovers of true crime sagas.
 
 Program Rating: A-
 Disc Ratings (Video/Audio/Extras): B+/B/B
 
 
 On
            Anna Nicole...
 
 Bad news travels fast they say and these days, it moves quicker
            than ever. Last week, I was sitting at my computer and saw a news
            story on Yahoo with the headline "Anna Nicole Smith rushed to
            Florida hospital after collapse". I clicked on it and by the
            time the new page finished loading, it had changed to "Anna
            Nicole Smith dies".
 
 Anna Nicole Smith, model, Playboy Playmate and reality TV star, was
            something of a national joke for a number of years. Between her
            tabloid appearances and her outlandish public persona, stoked in no
            small part by The Anna Nicole Show
            on E!, she was, too put it kindly, an easy target. But it was a joke
            that she seemed to be in on. Certainly she must have known that
            eyebrows would be raised when she married an oil tycoon over fifty
            years her senior. Or perhaps she didn't. Maybe she really was as naïve
            as she often appeared on television. Either way, she clearly had a
            sense of humor about herself and her image and this is not a
            character trait to be dismissed lightly.
 
 Anna Nicole had a film career as well, though it might charitably
            be referred to as "checkered". Most forget that her movie
            debut was in the Coen brothers' 1994 screwball comedy The
            Hudsucker Proxy. That was followed by a larger role in
            The Naked Gun 33 1/3: The Final Insult.
            One of her few leading roles was as a helicopter pilot in the
            direct-to-video erotic action thriller Skyscraper,
            a Die Hard clone with Anna
            Nicole in the Bruce Willis role. It's basically what you might
            expect from a film with that description.
 
 My wife worked with Anna Nicole Smith on a movie called Wasabi
            Tuna a few years back. The impression I got from the
            on-set stories I heard was that she was a sweet, intelligent woman
            fully aware and in control of the image she was projecting to the
            world. Unfortunately, her life story always had an air of sadness to
            it. From the legal battles over her late husband's estate to the
            sudden death of her son just days after the birth of her baby
            daughter, it often seemed as if she just couldn't catch a break. Now
            her story has ended at a young age, just as it did with Marilyn
            Monroe, someone she clearly idolized. Without Anna Nicole Smith,
            somehow the world now seems a little less voluptuous.
 
 Adam Jahnke
 ajahnke@thedigitalbits.com
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