Molson on The Assassination of Gianni Versace

The Assassination of Gianni Versace has made it to Netflix. This little ol’ miniseries won a bunch of Emmys and the critics love it. (The Versace family hated it, so you know what that means: truth and lies!) Best part is it has Penelope Cruz. Sure the lead guy — what’s his name — won a Golden Globe. Yeah he create a creepy, soulless, and totally believable serial killer, but Penelope, ah! I’m not fascinated with blood and murder like the rest of the world, but I’ll step over a trail of dead bodies to watch anything with Penelope.

Molson goes to the Vault: Copenhagen

Sometimes a flick comes along that mixes subject matter with technique and the whole ball of wax turns into fine art. Like the 2002 BBC TV-film Copenhagen starring Daniel Craig, Stephen Rea, and Francesca Annis. It’s basically just a conversation between two old friends —Werner Heisenberg and Niels Bohr — back in 1941. The atom’s been split for a couple of years and everybody’s concerned about whether or not Hitler’s crack physicists are going to figure out how to make a big-ass bomb now. 

Fortunately for the world, due to Hitler’s cracked head, most of the top particle physicists in Europe had left his domain because they happened to be Jewish. In 1941, Bohr (half-Jewish) hadn’t left Denmark yet and Heisenberg, one of the few brainiacs remaining in Deutschland (he wasn’t Jewish), went to visit him. According to the film, he either went to find out if the Allies were building a bomb, to get some missing piece of the bomb puzzle, or to beg Bohr to not develop the bomb at all. No one knows for sure. Not important.

The thing about this film is that it has virtually no action in it. It’s just people walking around, conversating. And yet it’s mesmerizing. At one point the camera swirls around the two men facing off in the middle of a park. Big trees, lots of empty space. Kind of like the landscape down at the quantum level. The camera movement makes you feel like an electron in a p-shell of a U-235 atom. And suddenly Bohr gets pissed. He goes flying off. The friendship is split apart.

It’s an alleglorious moment of cinematic beauty, elevating film art to fine art. You dig?

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Molson reviews At Eternity’s Gate

You want authenticity? This film has it. You’re a Van Gogh fanatic and want a dose of his reality? See At Eternity’s Gate. The man was a genius, but troubled. At Eternity’s Gate doesn’t just show the pain, it makes you feel it: the desperation, the squalor, the ear. Admit it, you’re fascinated with the ear. Anyway it’s all in there. Schnabel created a masterpiece. Again.

Van Gogh was a man ahead of his time. So ahead of his time that nobody was buying his art. He was a pauper. And yet today he’s so very popular.

You can say that things like that don’t happen anymore; these days we recognize genius when it hits us in the face, but that’s not true. Art that can deeply touch people gets overlooked in its own time because it is so different its quality goes recognized. Don’t make the mistake that the people in Van Gogh’s time did. Support today’s emerging art:

Molson Reviews Roma

Glory Hallalutchie, this little transcendental, slow-plotted, no music score, foreign-language indie has a shot at an Academy Award. How’d that even happen? Here in ‘merica I mean. Because here, if it doesn’t have superheroes, vampires, or naked boobies, it doesn’t register on the collective American retina. Slipped in under the wire most likely.

The thing is, if you’re smart enough to watch to the end, you’ll get to see two of the most riveting scenes ever. I guarantee, Bro, if you’re not sitting on the edge of your seat at the shank end of this flick, you are made of stone. Get your head out of the pavement and over to Netflix to check this one out. Remember: independent film is going to save the world. And you can save independent film. Or at least my film: Dust Nuggets. Please donate here:

Molson reviews 22 July

Nugget Molson here and I’m a lay it out for you: we’re living in messed up times and nobody’s even, you know, addressing that in a serious way. I’m talking about all these mass shootings. Do you recall reading about crap like this in the history books? No! It’s a recent phenomenon. And it’s happening more frequently. Every few months. Who’s doing it and why? If you really want to know what it’s all about, you need to check out this season’s most overlooked film: 22 July. Covers that incident over by Oslo, Norway in 2011. Guy killed over 70 people in his little soiree. Killed everybody except himself, in fact. And he was proud of it and talked about why he did it. You wanna know what’s going on before they start declaring martial law and taking away all of our rights in the name of saving us from the insane? See this film. Educate yourself. Take a stand. 

Great films like 22 July do not get made by themselves. It costs money, lots of it. The film about my band, Dust Nuggets, is waiting to be funded. You can help:

Nugget Molson

Who Doesn’t Love a Little Vice

Who doesn’t love a little vice?

Nugget Molson here with some stellar movie criticism.

Okay, Vice, yeah. Cheney. Double Entendré. Sure, the film is biased, but there were no WMDs, let’s not forget that. And whose fault was that? W’s? Rummy’s? Follow the money. Can you spell Halliburton?

The story’s familiar to anybody who lived through it. It’s straight out of the headlines from the oughts. What I’m saying is that there’s no new info here. The strength of the movie is in the way they tell it. I mean, the Shakespeare soliloquy between Dick and Lynne Cheney in bed: that’s priceless. Question: If there’s two people in it, is it a duliloquy? Dunno, anyway, it’s nice touches like that that make Vice a great little flick.

So is it a fair rendering of Cheney’s presidential reign? Ha! you say, he was the VP, not the big guy. Just watch the film, see what you think, then get back to me on that.

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Crazy Rich Asians, Seriously?

Hey Nuggets fans, Molson here, laying a little movie review love on you. Here it is: Crazy Rich Asians. Seriously? The poor little rich girl flick is Oscar-worthy? You’re shitting me.

Okay, it’s funny and entertaining as hell, I’ll give it that, but its major selling point seems to be its diversity cred. They’re saying it’s about time an underserved ethnic group gets its due. That’s what makes it Oscar-worthy? 

Sorry, but Detroit Unleaded, is all that CRA is and more. Came out in 2012 and was directed by this chick, Rola Nashef. It’s about Lebanese kids trying to make it in the mean streets of post-Renaissance Detroit. Which, by the way, is not any different from pre-Renaissance Detroit. 

You’re getting the picture here; Detroit Unleaded is about the poor and unconnected in a part of the world that time has forgotten. CRA is about the wealthy and super-connected in a part of the world that we all wish we lived in but will never even see the bottom floor of. Apparently no one wants to see a movie about the lower middle class, so we’re all cuckoo for crazy, rich Asians and the devil take the hindmost.

That’s sad. Detroit Unleaded is a fun little flick that didn’t have enough marketing dollars when it was released to make it out to the limelight. It’s just as entertaining as CRA, and ever so much more socially relevant, what with the clash of the races and spotlight on outdated gender policies. CRA is about as socially relevant as a pair of DeBeers earrings.

The best way to describe Detroit Unleaded is Spike Lee and Jim Jarmusch got married, moved to the Mid-west, and made a rom-com. You feel me? This is indie film at its best. It’s only crime is that it didn’t have the funds to tell the world about it.

Speaking of which. Like Detroit Unleaded, Dust Nuggets is underfunded. It’s another little gem that will fly under the radar unless you do us a solid and donate today:

Nugget Molson Here

Hey friends, Nugget Molson, guitarist for the Dust Nuggets band, here. I’m hijacking the Instagram/Facebook/Wordpress accounts before they get any more Carter/Ford-voting-Dad-like. You know: yawn. Dust Nuggets social media is threatening to sink into decrepitude, so I’m wresting the reins from the powers that be, aka The Management.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s nice that they’re posting photos of potential locations full of melancholic longing for the upcoming flick and crap. Who doesn’t want a little moodiness in their movie, but seriously folks, how about something just a wee bit hip? I’m talking about  some bitter truth, some reality gut-punches, updates on the sordid state of existence. I’m talking about the opinions of a millennial, aka me, Nugget Molson. How’s that for relevant? I plan on checking in here from time to time so get ready for some social news, movie reviews, and political views. Maybe even The Blues. How can you lose?

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Nugget Molson in his element.

Traffic Opera Going to Southampton, UK

southampton.pngWe’ve been accepted into the Southampton UK film festival. Last year we went with A Perfect You which was nominated for best editing and best comedy short. It won an award for Rashieda Awan for best actress in a comedy short. We like Southampton. We had a great time there. It’s a lovely little town. And we’ll be back!

Info on the festival.