The reverberations from Everything Everywhere All at Once were slow, but they have at last arrived, at least to some degree, with Good Luck, Have Fun, Don’t Die , the first movie since that sensation of 2022 to go for a similarly eccentric high concept built on some degree of absurdism with a deeper and very conscious meaning underpinning its world and stakes. It is directed by Gore Verbinski -his first movie in nine years- and it is fittingly wild and silly in the vein of his Pirates of the Caribbean movies (especially the latter two), but its unique concept and stalwart thematic integrity comes courtesy of screenwriter Matthew Robinson. Both, it would seem, have a bone to pick with the technological dependency of the modern world -with A.I. and virtual reality specifically and what it all means for the future of humanity. Their outlook is bleak, but at least there's some fun to be had in the possibly vain effort to amend it. The movie opens with Sam Rockwell as...
Tribute acts are a strange little corner of the music world. Out in the barrens (such as where I live) where major musical artists rarely travel, they are indeed a suitable and cheap alternative to experiencing the real thing. And especially for older folks, fans of artists either very aged or deceased, there’s a nostalgic pleasure to seeing people dressing up in 60s or 70s clothes and singing the songs of their youth. But this is not a steady or particularly lucrative demographic, and there is something unavoidably cheesy about tribute acts, especially of the boomer music variety. They tend to embody the has-been nature of the subjects incredibly starkly. And they’re typically not really thought of as musical artists in their own right, relying on songs by other people (that are often easy enough for a competent musician to learn) rather than taking a risk on anything new or personal. A movie at the scale and style of Craig Brewer’s Song Sung Blue would be more likely to feature ...