Snobbin: Beautiful Trash in the Pop Culture Gutter

Give me life or something less explicit, as the receipt of my boring considerations April 26 is a day of little relevance, posting idly on the internet and floating between transit or transom, trying to maintain a fresh status in the queue of  extemporaneous age (what does that even mean?)  Pop psychology! (The pain) Illiterate (transposed) on a bed of dying critics (capitalism's nightmare  is just an invitation to create garbage (creating a world of carbon copies) What would Baudelaire or Baudrillard think? Build a decadent Disneyland  for your fucked up imaginings.  Rhizomes from another mother, as Deleuze and Guattari found out soon enough (These roots go deep, back to radical and conventional thinking) Buried in the soil mossing yet another stone that refuses to gather momentum. Yet it remains the same. The damn song remains the same. Take that Zeppelin.  Take that Postmodernism. (Are you a capitalized thought?) (Are you a capsized thought?) Take that F...

Damien Chazelle's Golden Globe award winning La La Land starts slowly with a song, "Another Day in the Sun" and scenario that recalls  Rent as commuters in a Los Angeles freeway traffic jam get out of their cars to perform the biggest dance number. While the average musical fan might relish this scene, due to its expansiveness, with hundreds of dancers and stunning cinematography, I thought it hurt the pacing of the film. Indeed,the film captures the ambience and feel of life in LA, but its reach sometimes exceeds its grasp as Chazelle tries to fit in many influences and references. However, his heart is in the right place as he creates a stylistically stunning tribute to classic Hollywood and the stories it told. The songs sometimes do not feel fully formed either, but that just might be me as my knowledge of musicals is mostly confined to Astaire and Rodgers and MGM musicals.   Despite these minor complaints, I was unprepared for how much I enjoyed the film. When ...