EPISODE 425: MAN-CHILD MOVIES
In this episode, Tyler and David discuss movies about men in a state of arrested adolescence.
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Great episode.
There is a strange glitch moment in this episode around the 30:15 mark with Tyler’s voice. That is, unless he really does say “yeah” 4 times in a row.
I was wondering why David doesn’t like High Fidelity since he mentioned it briefly before. It’s one of my favorite movies but I guess I do see your point. Have you read the book? My memory is that Rob is actually more of a prick in the book and that’s one of a few reasons why I prefer the movie.
But good job highlighting Plastic Surgery Disasters and Moon Over Marin. That song is pretty neck-and-neck with Holiday in Cambodia in my book but I think Plastic Surgery Disasters deserves to be lauded as the superior album. Ever so slightly, perhaps, but still superior.
I enjoyed this. It was very much old school BP (“Movies about _____” complete with a moment where Tyler rattles off a list of titles near the end).
I’m also quite a big fan of High Fidelity, but I think I enjoy it more as a dissection of a music nerd’s psyche than as a treatise on maturity and relationships. Also, whatever you think of the main character, John Cusack is doing really great work. Damn, I wish he could get his career back on track.
She tries to bond with Hulk by saying she was sterilized, then says “who is the monster?” Pretty straightforward controversey; you don’t have to agree to spot it.
As both David and Tyler said, there’s far more to it than that. She’s not a “monster” simply because she can’t have children and it takes a rather willful misinterpretation of the movie to come away with that message.
I am from Peoria. I’d say there’s a pretty diverse, if small, film culture here. We have a small two day horror film festival here every year with a handful of films that are exclusive to the festival. We had an alcohol serving art theater for about four years but it went out of business recently.
We also have a theater downtown that shows classics about once a month, not on film, but it’s a cool spot where I’ve seen things I wouldn’t of seen otherwise. A screening of Metropolis was completely sold out three or four years ago.
Our museum houses one of the theaters with the capacity to show The Hobbit in high frame rate. The museum also screens classics but they are fairly standard (Gone With The Wind, 2001.)
Also, last year our mayor sent six cops to a person’s house to arrest a person for having a phony mayor twitter account!(There’s an ACLU suit in the works.) So Peoria is pretty unique.
You two have produced my favorite podcast for years now and I personally love both of your political tangents. Thanks!
No, thank YOU! I love all this input!
But I personally blame you for letting that boozy arthouse go out of business. Where were you, man?!
– David
I certainly do claim partial responsibility. However, their prices were a little too cheap. You could buy a beer, a small popcorn, and a ticket to the movie for under ten dollars. I was there frequently but I always asked the owner, who was the sole employee, how he was doing financially. Not well, it turns out.
I’d argue that Neighbors isn’t a manchild thing. I read it as a couple dealing with an evolution of their relationship. Their newborn (which they clearly love and never once complain about) alters their dynamic and in effort to reconnect they revert to the mindset of college kids (the age they were when they met) before snapping out of it and marching into parenthood together while maintaining their identities.
Neighbors was hysterical, and very progressive in the way that it treated the wife as just as silly and immature as the husband, rather than a frumpy fun-killer.
The fact that both the man and the woman had equally terrible, unfunny material is a pitiful sort of progress.
– David