Daily Archives: July 31, 2006

30 Days

documentary Super Size Me, in which he willfully gorged himself on all manner of McDonald’s food (and only
McDonald’s food) for an entire month. But whereas that film gaily used
its self-destruction as a sort of teaching mechanism, Spurlock’s latest
project is a bit more tinged with lamentation and earnestness.
30 Days
finds its subjects — including Spurlock himself — trading in a certain
lifestyle to explore a social or religious issue from another point of
view for a month. While its form and rules are a bit roughhewn and
amorphous
, shifting to suit the need of whatever topic is under the
microscope, the short-order summer television series is ultimately an
infinitely better exploration of the sort gulfs between cultural
subsets than FX’s own Black & White
.

In the show’s pilot, Spurlock and his girlfriend Alex move from New
York to the Midwest to try to make ends meet on the federal minimum
wage
— $5.15 per hour — but face difficulty both when they have to go
to the doctor and Spurlock’s niece and nephew come to visit them. Two
other top episodes send a devout Christian into a Muslim family and a
homophobic youngster to live and work in San Francisco’s largely gay
Castro district, where they experience what it’s like to live as
members of a minority that sometimes still elicit feelings of fear
and/or revulsion from many Americans. Other episodes follow an athlete
who tries to reverse the aging process by going on a controversial
anti-aging drug regimen; a mother concerned about her college-aged
daughter who goes on a month-long drinking binge to experience firsthand the social pressures and physical effects of such partying; and
“Off the Grid,” in which two overly enthusiastic American consumers
repair to a Missouri “eco village,” where they do without many of the
comforts of their material world and live without the use of products
derived from fossil fuels.

Presented in a regular Amray case with a snap-in tray, the double-disc 30 Days
includes audio commentary on four of the six episodes and an abundance
of extra “diary cam” footage for each program. More strictly
educational material could have been included, but these confessionals
form the emotive narrative backbones of each show, and in their honesty
instill a certain hope
about the nature of open-mindedness moving
forward. Each episode is presented in 1.33:1 full frame, with optional
subtitles in English and Spanish. B (Show) C+ (Disc)

On Mel Gibson and Lindsay Lohan

So
I know as a blogger I’m supposed to be all over Mel Gibson’s drunk
driving arrest in Malibu
from late last week, his rambling,
anti-Semitic tirade and its alleged quasi-cover-up or suppression
courtesy of a celebrity-friendly police department.

In a way, though, I’m simply just much more intrigued at Lindsay Lohan getting awesomely blasted by Morgan Creek Productions CEO James G. Robinson
for her serial, late-night partying, corresponding habitual tardiness
and its effect on the production of the Garry Marshall film Georgia Rule, co-starring Felicity Huffman and Jane Fonda. That’s a good, old-fashioned Hollywood shaming, folks. I wonder what Hector Elizondo thinks about all this?

Gibson, on the other hand, has been giving off the pungent aroma of
craziness for some time now.
I mean, was it possible for the guy to
become any more hermetic, post-The Passion of the Christ? Robert Welkos and John Horn have a great piece in yesterday’s Los Angeles Times
which examines the potential toll all this will take on Gibson’s
career. The gist of it is that while actors and directors bounce back
from all manner of naughty, idiotic and/or illicit behavior, the bigger
the face, the bigger the necessary mea culpa.

For Gibson, who’s grown out that shoe-bomber’s beard and largely shirked firing-line press obligations for The Passion
while simultaneously eschewing high-profile acting roles, the warm and
fuzzy days of Martin Riggs-style glory may be over. Sure, he could
further play out his latter-day career track as self-financier and
director of far-out historical epics — his latest outing behind the
camera is Apocalypto, set to be released by Disney in
December — but without the experience, infrastructure and clout of a
major distribution partner, he’d face an uphill battle getting his
film(s) in theaters. Gee, I just hope this doesn’t spell doom for Who Killed the Electric Car? On the plus side, it at least means we probably won’t ever have to suffer through Lethal Weapon 5. And I think that’s a win for everyone.