The Cabin in the Woods
(04/19/12 4:00am)
There was apparently some major cultural event in Durham this past weekend, but I was like, nah, bag that, I’m going to see The Cabin in the Woods.
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There was apparently some major cultural event in Durham this past weekend, but I was like, nah, bag that, I’m going to see The Cabin in the Woods.
Short films don’t have much purchase in the contemporary entertainment landscape. The typical length of the Oscar-nominated animated shorts, about 11 minutes, resides in an awkward space between the 30 or 60 second TV commercial, the hour-ish episode and the 90 minute feature film. Lined up consecutively and without breaks, each short film ends roughly when I would start thinking about nachos in a normal cinema setting.
Fayetteville, North Carolina rapper J. Cole released a new album in September. It’s called Cole World: A Sideline Story. It’s damn good, people like it. The title is tight and catchy, too. (Never mind that he is dating Raven Symone from all the TV shows you hated as a kid). “Cole” (or #Cole, more likely) will be the go-to buzzword for marketers in 2012, breaking the epic five-year run of “epic.” Some predictions:
Fayetteville, North Carolina rapper J. Cole released a new album in September. It’s called Cole World: A Sideline Story. It’s damn good, people like it. The title is tight and catchy, too. (Never mind that he is dating Raven Symone from all the TV shows you hated as a kid). “Cole” (or #Cole, more likely) will be the go-to buzzword for marketers in 2012, breaking the epic five-year run of “epic.” Some predictions:
The American supernatural obsession du jour has snowballed, in recent years, from vampires (Twilight and The Vampire Diaries, among others) to zombies, with AMC’s horrifying The Walking Dead, a George Romero renaissance and amateur “zombie walks” cropping up all around the country. Hardware stores jokingly advertise checklists to ‘zombie-proof’ your home.
Most of us are familiar with the work of Jeffrey Eugenides in one way or another. His debut novel, The Virgin Suicides, was adapted into a film by Sofia Coppola and has been translated into 34 languages. The 2002 novel Middlesex earned the Pulitzer Prize, and he joined Princeton’s prestigious creative writing faculty in 2007. Earlier this month, Eugenides released The Marriage Plot, a novel about three recent Brown graduates wading into the milieu of the 1980s. Recess’ Jake Stanley spoke to Eugenides about what went into the novel’s creation.
The program for Glass, Little Green Pig Theatrical Concern’s newest play, explains that it is an adaptation of Tennessee Williams’ classic mid-century drama The Glass Menagerie, with scenes from J.D. Salinger’s novels Franny and Zooey and The Catcher in the Rye woven into the plot.
In the entrance to the new exhibit at the Nasher Museum of Art, Becoming: Photographs from the Wedge Collection, a giant paragraph on the wall defines its purpose: “[to] reject the common tendency to view black communities in terms of conflict or stereotypes.”
When it comes to breaking up, the world of indie rock usually responds like the rest of us. Recall Marie de Salle in High Fidelity telling the lonely Rob Gordon, played by John Cusack, about dividing a sizable record collection with her ex after a break up. No tears—it’s the business of leaving old lovers, and soon Gordon and de Salle are having a post-coital cigarette.
YouTube monologue artists are nothing new. The “Unforgivable” guy. Bo Burnham. The bespectacled runt kid who resembles Jim Carrey’s son in Liar, Liar and lip-synchs to “Like a G6.” They’re everywhere and they waste our collegiate time.
As the tight guitars chime in on MGMT’s new record Congratulations, it’s clear that the time to pretend is over. The duo’s true colors bloom on their second LP, a strange follow-up to the smash success that was 2007’s Oracular Spectacular.
New Jersey indie poppers Real Estate’s eponymous debut was the sunset on the wave-washed musical summer of 2009. In anticipation of their Sunday show with Woods at the Duke Coffeehouse, Jake Stanley spoke with frontman Martin Courtney about the Garden State, lo-fi labels and Fleetwood Mac fantasies.
After the disappointing 2007 release of Living with the Living, it’s nice to see power-pop auteurs Ted Leo and the Pharmacists back on form with The Brutalist Bricks.
Hot Chip has a thing for repetition. On their 2006 breakthrough The Warning and 2008’s Made in the Dark, the U.K. dance-rock group featured pounding rhythms and soaring falsettos. Songs with catchy refrains, like “Over and Over” and “Ready for the Floor,” hooked you by the feet and dragged you joyously through the entire record.
The ever-evolving world of jazz sends one of its brightest young stars to Duke next week. Marco Benevento, innovative pianist and co-founder of the Benevento/Russo Duo, troops with his trio to the Duke Coffeehouse Wednesday.
On their MySpace, Welsh pop-rockers Los Campesinos! list American stalwarts Wilco, Yo La Tengo and Pavement as primary influences. But rather than troubadors like Jeff Tweedy or Ira Kaplan, their new release Romance Is Boring more evokes their upbeat contemporaries. And it works. Mostly.
If Bitte Orca contains one communicable message, it is this: Dirty Projectors are growing up. But don’t go genre-fying them.
As their stunning album Gather, Form & Fly accrued critical praise nationwide this summer, Durham freak-folk trio Megafaun was in a familiar situation—on the road.
The cover artwork for The Real Feel, Pavement guitarist Spiral Stairs’ (aka Scott Kannberg) first solo record, is an immediate indication of the album’s corniness. A raccoon lies inert on the pavement, prescription bottles and pills scattered around his head, with the Spiral Stairs logo slapped like a bumper sticker along the bottom.
The Life of the World to Come, Durham resident John Darnielle’s 16th album under the Mountain Goats moniker, proves that prolificacy does not always sacrifice quality. Take that, Ryan Adams.