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Well, I will tell you this, David Baerwald, I dug it better the second time…after a double Cuervo & V8 Juice. A lot more rang true then. & I’ve read a bad, nasty bad, review [but fck critics anyway]. It’s funny how certain scenes hit u like a ballpene hammer right of the temple…, if they’re honest. I’ve always respected that about actors, …& October Road looks to be about that above all……..so far. IMKnavishO, the rhythms are like watching a drama the way Stephen King writes drama: Not the hand crawls up outa the murk through a storm grate and bitch-snatches the expendable sibling as the oppressive older brother watches jaw-dropped catatonic in the upstairs window but more… the flawed yet somehow deeply magnificent group of friends get together in the cabin in the woods to remember & rekindle…just before all hell breaks loose and people start buying it…while the affecting soundtrack carries on. Now as long as it doesn’t get too sappy or stock or soap opera…or fall prey to mediocrity, the cast is strong, the music tracks & orchestrations bring the audience into the fold along with the cinematography, which, again, feels like Roger Deakons meets Thomas del Ruth meets John Seale (if they could meet) …but then it’s Saturday morning…after a late…late…night…&, I can dig, you’re used to the Jollywood lip service & superfluitudes that mean little to nothing…….. Damned if you do, …just plain damned……..
All I’m saying is, on those nights, I dug those dramas…when most TV shows won’t hold my attention (not since Northern Exposure). If they sucked, I’d have said so…or said nothing. Yesterday I told my son (drums/keyboards) & his two hard rock instrumental trio bandmates (guitar & bass) that they are well on their way to becoming a VERY GOOD band, that they are three original compositions into an exceptional set. Then I took my son aside and reeled him in and reminded him to stay on top of his academics, etc. etc. because I KNOW he’s good and WILL get pulled apart by the electricity of the stage. Last night, after the gig, we sat at home & watched the video. He sat there on the sofa in my arms and shook, literally shook, as he watched himself and his buds burn the house down. So after two weeks of listening to their rehearsals and helping them trim the fat down to a 12 minute set (for a local showcase), they took the stage last night (three 16 year-olds/debut stage performance outside of school concert band), & killed…called for an encore…killed some more. Now was I flattering them when I mushroomed into enthusiasm for their efforts…or was I just being honest?
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