Tuesday, July 25, 2006 

Making Talkies by Clint


I had the good pleasure of playing the role of sound guy for a short narrative video my friend Matt Leach is creating in the Tulsa area. The story revolves around a man and his fresh mustache against societies suppositions about mustaches. I had the privilege of acting the part of a drug dealer--complete with mustache.

My face is a bit burned and my legs, rather sore. Nonetheless, it was fun spending time with a number of folks I hadn't seen in a while. It was also gratifying to finally see some of this sound gear I've been purchasing put through some rigor.




Tuesday, July 18, 2006 

Microphone Checker by Clint

My new wireless lapel mic arrived last nite. It's no newborn baby, but I quite like it. Below is a couple clips of the lovely Nicole modeling the mic for my mic checking purposes. I purchased the mic, as it is a great way to pick up audio for wedding videography. Simply hide the mic pack in the groom's coat, and you will be able to pick up the groom, the bride, and the officiator(s) during the ceremony.

 

Raptism by Clint

I extracted the following entry from The Pastors' Corner section of the Objective Ministries website. My intent is not to stir up controversy, as I think the following can be enjoyed thoroughly from either side of the issue.

Paedobaptism Is "Wack:" Towards A New Urban Waldensianism For The Young Generation

I dropped by our main auditorium yesterday while taking a much-needed respite from some vexing research into the history of Baptist succession, vis-à-vis Waldensian protoanabaptism, to investigate Pastor Fred Hoskins' Cinco de Mayo party, which had attracted quite a few curious people from the local Catholic community seeking to learn more about Jesus. Besides wanting to sate my hunger with some corn chips and avocado dip, I was also curious to hear what sort of music Fred had lined up; I find his ministry most intriguing in the way he repurposes popular forms to spread the Gospel to the youth.

When I came in, he was performing a hip-hop song, or rap, with Mr. M.C. Eschatology of the rapping group Jiggy4Jesus. ("Jiggy" is an urban-youth term meaning "to be in touch with what's happening" -- apparently, it's been lately added to the OED; I shall have to see that the Mt. Fellowship library gets new volumes!) While I have heard some rapping before, I had never given much thought to its value in correcting the spread of erroneous doctrines in today's generation. However, after hearing the song that Fred and M.C. performed, I have had my eyes opened to the pedagogical possibilities of this modern form of syncopated doxology.

In what can only be a sign from the Lord of the importance of my inchoate research, the song they performed was called "Baby Got Baptism" and was about the very same erroneous doctrine of paedobaptism (or "infant baptism") that many of the Waldenses themselves endeavored to correct -- and which, sadly, is still promulged throughout most of the world. Fred was kind enough to give to me a CD with the song that included printed lyrics -- co-written by him and Mr. Eschatology, a few verses of which I'll reproduce here (do not be put off by the unusual spelling; it is part of the hip-hop vernacular):

She got baptized but she don't know why
All she can do is coo an' cry
'Cause when a girl gets elected inna bitta haste
An' don't know His Saving Grace
She gets sprinkled
Inna shallow font
No full immersion, just a front
She's not Jesus acceptin'
Ain't nuttin' but a baby wettin'
No, gotta axe Him be your Save-ya
Your Faith professa'

Tha Bible tried to warn yall
Nevermind your Pope, who's all
"Me so holy!"
Well, forget ol' St. Austin
Council of Mela don't mean nothin'
Mark sixteen, sixteen... belief before ya get tha sheen

Ya gotta know Him
To get tha ball rollin'
Ya met, wet, then born again with no regret

I'm tired of heresies
Saying baptism's all you need
Salvation is by Grace through Faith, ya know
But baby knows zero, so

Mothers (praise!), fathers (praise!)
"Suffer them to come to Me" (hallelujah!)
But sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle don't do a thang
Baby got baptism


An excellent argument against the error of paedobaptism. I think I shall play it on Sunday during my sermon so the congregation can become jiggy to urban youth hermeneutics.

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¡RELEVANCE!

Monday, July 10, 2006 

Centrism! by Clint

You are a

Social Moderate
(55% permissive)

and an...

Economic Liberal
(38% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Centrist




Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Not sure how accurate these results are. Tests such as this are always very difficult, as I can find twenty different ways to read each question--all of which affect what my responses will be.

 

Clintematic Nicoleodeon by Clint

We watch a considerable amount of movies. I don't consider it worthwhile to try to cram all of our recent viewings into yonder 'watching' section. This being the case, I care now to--as best I can recall--to produce a list of the movies we have recently consumed complete with a plot outline and my own quick blurb about each. Perhaps it could be of use to you. If not, it will at least force me to further digest.

Murderball
A film about quadriplegics who play full-contact rugby in Mad Max-style wheelchairs - overcoming unimaginable obstacles to compete in the Paralympic Games in Athens, Greece. Nicole and I both enjoyed this film. The true conflict of the movie seems to be about how men learn to live as quadriplegics. Plus, the movie did not merely allow but encouraged me to stare at quadriplegics, so now I won't feel the need to do so in public.

True Romance
This rock'n'roll adventure story tells of two unlikely lovers who accidentally double-cross the Detroit mob by stealing valuable contraband. The newlyweds flee to Los Angeles where they are sought by both gangsters and cops. The screenplay was written by Tarantino and the film feels a lot like a Tarantino flick, although it was directed by Tony Scott (Man on Fire, Enemy of the State, Ladies & Gentlemen: The Best of George Michael). There are many big names on the cast. However, the bigger the name, the smaller the part. Samuel Jackson, Brad Pitt, and Christopher Walken have a combined screen time of about ten minutes--all very minor parts. The stars--Christian Slater and Patricia Arquette--have not been heard from in about ten years. All of this is fitting in that this film has been very much overlooked, but Nicole and I both considered it worthwhile--especially if you are a Tarantino fan.

Natural Born Killers
Two victims of traumatized childhoods become lovers and psychopathic serial murderers irresponsibly glorified by the mass media. I liked it. I am not a 'natural, born' Oliver Stone (JFK, Alexander) fan, but I do like what he did with this film. The cinematography is appropriate and well-done as it mixes in various mass-media styles from Hollywood to studio sit-coms to saturday morning cartoons. The leads--Woody Harrelson and Juliette Lewis--deliver fine performances. I appreciate the statement stone is making in the film. Plus, Leonard Cohen is all over the soundtrack.

Maria Full of Grace
A pregnant Colombian teenager becomes a drug mule to make some desperately needed money for her family. I did not like it. Nicole did not like it. But, there is a lesson to be learned from this flick.

If you want to have a successful movie, write a script that largely takes place in another country (preferably one that can be easily cast in the shadow of the US), so that it appears to have the genuineness of a foreign film. It is okay if you are American, just make sure to have the script written in a native tongue. Your lead must either be a woman or an emaciated child. Place your star in a social situation in which they are oppressed and used by men--directly and indirectly. Have your star committ a 'just' but major transgression to transcend her situation. Don't resolve your story--just have it end arbitrarily.All of what I just listed, for whatever reason, seems to be the ticket in our present cinema culture. It has been become formulaic.

Anyhow, our heroine--oppressed--decides to work for a drug trafficker as a mule--swallowing 'pellets' of cocaine in order to sneak them into the US undetected by customs. Other than deciding to deliver harmful substances, Maria also lies--a lot--to the people that are trying to help her out. I don't recommend it. Nicole and I grudgingly refer to this trash as Maria Full of Shit.

The New World
A Terrence Malick-scripted drama about explorer John Smith and the clash between Native Americans and English settlers in the 17th century. I am a huge Terrence Malick (The Thin Red Line, Days of Heaven) fan. He is easily my favorite director. The New World is his second film from his return with The Thin Red Line from his 20-some-year hiatus from the industry.

I will first admit that I need to watch The New World again--this is the nature of Malick flicks. However, I have the gut feeling that it is just not up to the standards that Malick has established for himself. While it does sustain his standards of breath-taking cinematography, the story falls short.

Malick has the extremely unique talent of creating stories that keep the viewer engaged but at a distance from the characters and action. While I certainly do not believe that objectivity is possible for scientists or storytellers (especially moviemakers), Malick seems to be able to convey story in a strangely pure manner--undoubtedly from his adherence to phenomenology--that refrains from allowing the story to be intentionally bent in order to make a statement. With The Thin Red Line, Malick points at not just the horrors of war. He also points out the horrors of human relationships and the horrors of nature in general. If he is making a statement at all, it would be something like, "Look at all of these things. Look at all of these actions. Is it not strange/incredible/confusing that they are even merely existing/happening?" Believe it or not, it actually makes for a decent movie-going experience.

But, it didn't feel like he maintained this trend as much with The New World. Perhaps, since it is heavy on the love story, it is tough to keep your audience at a distance. I'll try it again sooner or later.

The Machinist
An industrial worker who hasn't slept in a year begins to doubt his own sanity. It is an overlooked psychological thriller of pretty high-grade. However, I am just not a big pyscho thriller kinda guy. It is somewhat reminiscent of 21 Grams and Memento. If you liked either of those two, you would probably enjoy The Machinist. I just don't much like flicks where you have absolutely no clue what is going on the entire time--I am certianly okay with not having a number of pieces missing. But, it's difficult for me to watch so much ambiguous content, hoping that (a) the end will tie it all together, and (b) the tying together will be well worth having watched so much ambiguous story. Fortunately, it does tie together, but I don't know if it quite satisfied my standards of the forementioned (b). One of the most notable aspects of the film is how incredibly emaciated Christian Bale is--I am talking Auschwitz, here.

For those who are unfamiliar with Christian Bale,
his recent role was that of the hunky hero of Batman Begins.


look at what goes on backstage during the last broadcast of America's most celebrated radio show, where singing cowboys Dusty and Lefty, a country music siren, and a host of others hold court. I enjoy APHC--specifically, Garrison Keillor's stories. Upon hearing about this flick about a year back, I remember feeling excitement. However, I was disappointed with the product. As was my wife. It seems like they used the elements of the radio show that would have the hardest time transfering to the film. First and foremost, the movie follows a broadcast of the show--a live radio show. But, it is not the actual show (sharply, in that it is lacking most of the actual shows personalities, but also in that it lacks a lot of the shows content), and it is not at all live. So, if the intent was to capture the essence of the actual show, they failed by excluding such large aspects of the radio show.

They, of course, try to weasel in characters or themes here and there that reference the show. One of the more prominent of these being the slap-stick detective Guy Noir who narrates the (wanna-be) plot. He is played by Kevin Kline and it is simply embarassing to watch this man attempt physical comedy. There are also the guest musicians, all of which are actors playing as musicians. So, you sit watching these entire songs thinking (at best), "Say... this person is very talented at singing--for a Hollywood actor."

There was also the character of an angel in the film. Her performance made those of the 'Touched by an Angel" series seem oscar-worthy. It is that bad.

I guess I would recommend it to someone who is absolutely in love with APHC. I could not imagine watching and enjoying it without knowing anything about APHC. It just all seemed a little too self-reflexive in exclusive ways. If only they would have created movie following several narratives flowing through GK's imaginary Lake Wobegon.




This is Dr. Francis Schaeffer's spectacular series on the rise and decline of Western culture from a Christian perspective. It's the case with almost every adaption in existence: the book is better than the movie. This is certainly no exception, but it is fantastic to watch having read the books. It is a two-disc set that has, if I remember correctly, eight episodes [each 30-minutes long]. The first two or three episodes--covering very early Christianity--are somewhat weak as far as graphic content goes. This is understandable, as there just isn't a lot of cinema-friendly content these ages have left for us. Unfortunately, this leads to a number of cheezy re-enactments. But, come disc two, Schaeffer and son are at the top of both of their games.

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Unless the editor-in-chief finds my slandering and literary bigotry unsuitable for her magazine, keep an eye out for my handiwork as film critic in Boyd Street's future issues.

Clint & Nicole

feedsurfing


Listening

  • Halos + Lassos - Half-Handed Cloud


  • Lost and Safe - The Books


Watching

  • How Should We Then Live? - Dr. Francis Schaeffer & Frank Schaeffer


  • True Romance - Tony Scott


  • Murderball - Dana Adam Shapiro & others


Reading

  • The Once and Future King - T. H. White


  • Eat This Book: A Conversation in the Art of Spiritual Reading - Eugene H. Peterson


  • Not the Way It's Supposed to Be: A Breviary of Sin - Cornelius Plantinga


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