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Counter-programming: Talking with The Atlantic’s Scott Stossel at VQR’s writers conference

The Virginia Quarterly Review hosted its first-ever writers’ conference last week, a four-day retreat at the Boar’s Head full of workshops and public panels with a host of big names in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry, including Atlantic editor Scott Stossel, journalist and short story writer Wells Tower, Pulitzer-prize winning poet Claudia Emerson, Slate senior editor Dan Kois, and more.

Writing can be an isolating craft, said VQR editor Ralph Eubanks, and the conference—a new venture for the 89-year-old UVA literary magazine—was a way to pull together published and unpublished authors of all stripes and get them talking.

“It’s been interesting to watch people come in who don’t know each other, who are from these varied genres, and watching them find commonalities and start to share things with each other,” he said. “It’s building our next generation of contributors.”

C-VILLE sat in on one of the long weekend’s half-dozen public events, a panel on magazine writing moderated by VQR deputy editor Paul Reyes and featuring Stossel, Tower, and VQR contributing editor and former Washington Post reporter Delphine Schrank. Stossel (who, in addition to his day job at The Atlantic’s helm, recently published a best-selling memoir, My Age of Anxiety: Fear, Hope, Dread, and the Search for Peace of Mind), sat down with us afterward to talk a little more about the intersection between narrative news and technology.

C-VILLE: Long-form journalism is having a moment, which is sort of funny to the publications for whom it’s always been the bread and butter. What do you think is behind that, besides the technologically obvious? Do you think the quality of long form—stuff with a news bent that has a narrative—is better these days?

Stossel: I think some of it is better, but I actually think it’s a combination of a few factors. One important thing is that as social media has grown in importance, stuff that’s shareable does better. And we find a lot of it is long form, but it has relatability. That’s sort of a vexed word these days, but it’s been great for our long form stuff. There was a period—2009, 2011—when everyone thought that all anyone wanted to read was Huffington Post-style reviews and aggregation of other stuff. And people do want to read that. But I think there’s also a kind of craving that maybe people weren’t aware of at first, but now has become more apparent, for long-form storytelling, stuff that has a lot of reporting and thinking and editing invested in it. It’s almost like counter-programming. Everyone’s on Twitter and Facebook in this sort of short attention span theater, and yet, we find pieces that are 12 and 15 thousand words actually do better.

I think people must think, ‘Well, this must be a big deal.’ Partly it’s The Atlantic brand, and that’s true for other brands who make long form their stock in trade. You invest the time and space and energy to do something at eight or 10 or 12 or 15 thousand words, well, we must think it matters.

And then partly it’s just the technology…even pieces we published a year ago or 10 years ago, using Facebook we can resurface some of our best stuff. And something will resurge to the top of our most-read things.

And not everything has succeeded…there’s always an appetite for really good storytelling, but readers wanting to read it and there being an appetite for it and there being a business model to support it are not necessarily the same thing. Journalism is a horribly inefficient process if you’re looking at it from a business perspective. A lot of it is digging up dry holes to discover that there’s no story there until you find the right one. And then people…will look and say, ‘These silly cat posts took no money to produce and they generated a ton of traffic, so why don’t we do that?’

C: You talked about building The Atlantic’s brand online, which is something you’ve been involved with since you started at the magazine in the ’90s. How do you manage that today, when the brand is everywhere, and you have so many disparate voices—staff and freelancers, editors, people managing print and web—how do you build that voice? We struggle with it, even with our little Twitter feed.

S: We struggle with it too, but it’s a really fun and ongoing conversation. I think the one thing that really worked to our advantage in ways that were both substantively important and superficially useful as a marketing thing was the fact that we’d been around for so long. There was already this sort of gee whiz quality to people saying, ‘Oh look, The Atlantic, which is this ancient, venerable thing that has its roots in the 19th century is suddenly on Twitter and Tumblr and doing all this stuff online.’

We needed to get out there. But what does that mean to be The Atlantic on Twitter, and The Atlantic on mobile devices? We don’t know that we have the right answer, and we realize that because consumption habits change so quickly, and on the business side, advertising needs change quickly. It’s a lot of constant experimentation, but trying always to think about what’s within the bounds of our brand. If Ralph Waldo Emerson or Henry Wadsworth Longfellow or Nathaniel Hawthorne were alive today, would they be tweeting? It’s sort of a silly question, but not entirely. We don’t want them turning over in their grave, out of respect for them, but also because our core brand proposition and editorial sensibility is rooted in this long history. So how do you remain true to those principles, that editorial sensibility, while doing things…they could never possibly imagine?

There’s also this idea of being driven by ideas. But what’s the new idea we’re advancing here? How is this changing the conversation? How will this change what people think about something? What’s the new idea here?

C: Can that translate well to a smaller market and a smaller publication?

S: Absolutely, and in some ways, it should theoretically be easier. You’ve got a community that’s immediately going to react to it, whether its a question about city council or a question about zoning or a question about town gown conflict. If you can come to a forum where debates play out, and there’s good storytelling and interesting profiles, absolutely.

A lot of magazines say this, and we say it and mean it, and sometimes do it: How can we inflect the national conversation in a productive and constructive way by getting people to think differently or take action? It’s much easier, I would think, on a local level to get people to engage, because you probably have a better sense of who all the relevant players are.

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Album reviews: The Morning Birds, Anberlin, Dom Flemons

The Morning Birds

Bloom/Funky Island House

Releases based around a song, a theme, or a tribute are generally boring, or feel schizophrenic because it is almost impossible to shape the creative instincts of various artists into a cohesive musical narrative. Bloom is a rare exception because it successfully weaves a seasonal theme throughout its six tracks. The title track’s downtempo beats combine with Jennifer Thorington’s otherworldly, sirenlike vocals to make for a jazzy, spine-tingling experience. Dimond Saints brings a synth and beat-heavy aesthetic to “Indian Summer Bloom” before Invisibles cast a spell on the trancelike “Winter Bloom.” Knife and Fork’s “Spring Bloom” features tribal beats, a soulful undertone, and a spoken word interlude about the beauty and variety of life, while “Summer Bloom” from OptiX is the most danceable version of the track on the album. Prizm Prime closes things out nicely with “Fall Bloom,” a more sinister piece of what sounds like acid jazz through a hip-hop filter. The result is a truly engrossing experience that takes the art of EDM to the next level.

Anberlin

Lowborn/Tooth & Nail

Florida’s Anberlin is going out on top with its seventh and final album release. The band, which announced in January that it would be disbanding after touring this year, has made a release that plays like a retrospective of its sonic evolution. Pulverizing alternative tracks like “Armageddon” call to mind the group’s debut album, Blueprints for the Black Market, the blistering rocker “We Are Destroyer” sounds like an outtake from Vital, and echoing, synth-heavy rock songs like “Velvet Colored Black” are right out of the Cities era. But this is not to say the album is a cop-out; instead it feels more like a tribute to all the styles of music Anberlin has embraced throughout its career. Stephen Christian’s razor-sharp lyrics are as thought-provoking as ever, and his alternately delicate and sky-scraping vocals overflow with passion to make Lowborn a hell of a way to say goodbye.

Dom Flemons

Prospect Hill/Music Maker

When Dom Flemons announced his departure from the Carolina Chocolate Drops last year, many mistakenly believed he would be starting a solo career. The truth is that he has been performing and releasing solo work in addition to his Drops material for years, and is now solo full-time. Prospect Hill is his latest, and it’s a dandy. Ragtime tracks like “Till the Seas Run Dry” inspire dancing up a storm, while “Polly Put the Kettle On” plays a like a back porch bluegrass party. “Georgia Drumbeat” combines soulful harmonica and groovy percussion for a bluesy good time, and “But They Got it Fixed Right On” sounds like an early precursor to a swinging Elvis Presley. Flemons proves himself to be as dynamic as he was with the Drops, and the musical performances are graceful, loose, and exceptional across the board.

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Film review: James Brown biopic gets it right

Get On Up is the best possible film of an inherently mediocre genre: the biopic. Most biopics render themselves obsolete by failing to admit that when a person is famous, we almost always know the most interesting thing about them because that thing is the reason they’re famous in the first place. Whether the subject is an actor, politician, artist, etc., there’s not that much for audiences to learn from biopics, and so they have a tendency to lean on great lead performances in an attempt to smooth over the awkwardness of stagy, melodramatic reenactments with all the insight of a book report.

The James Brown biopic Get On Up, meanwhile, admits that you probably already know everything there is to know about “The Godfather of Soul,” so it has a different set of goals in mind: context. Motivation. What it was like to be around this man. Reminding you why this guy was a big fucking deal in the first place, even — no, especially — if all you can think of is Rocky IV, “Living in America,” and being “high on God.” Brown was a forceful personality and a true genius with an insane work ethic and DIY philosophy, who truly believed in creating his own destiny and stepping up to every challenge. Just because he was consciously ostentatious didn’t mean he wasn’t genuine.

The film opens by addressing head-on the tainted image of His Bad Self’s later years. A tired-looking, elderly Brown (Chadwick Boseman) visits his stale corporate office located in a strip mall in the late 1980s, following the series of events that led to his infamous drug-fueled police chase and humiliating arrest. Brown then breaks the fourth wall, and the appropriately out-of-order narrative of his life begins.

Told out of order to better portray the many sides of Brown’s personality while avoiding a linear, chapter-by-chapter story, Get On Up dedicates almost as much attention to the experience of being around James Brown as it does to Brown himself. While Chadwick Boseman’s phenomenal performance as the lead is clearly the star of the show, the supporting cast is given more to do than just soak in his glory and marvel at how right Brown is all the time, like the supporting casts in Ray or The Buddy Holly Story. Noted Brown affiliates Bobby Byrd (Nelsan Ellis) and Maceo Parker (Craig Robinson) share one of the film’s best moments, a quiet conversation about choosing to not take the lead role in your own story and suffering indignity to remain close to greatness.

Another biopic convention that is pleasantly absent is the forced, magical inevitability or pseudo-divine guidance of Brown’s ascent. We see Brown making mistakes that are the result of his upbringing: Southern, poor, abandoned by his parents, facing the possibility of a life in and out of prison for petty crimes. We see his early influences in Southern churches and gospel, but none of them are presented as the single reason for his drive. He was an active participant in his own success through a combination of natural talent, hard work, and uncompromising drive, but he was never a passive conduit for some mystical force that made him destined for fame. At the same time, musical perfection is accurately shown as incredibly hard and emotionally taxing work, and at no point do any of Brown’s signature songs just come together in a moment of collective inspiration.

Most biopics suffer from not knowing whether to humanize or deify their subjects. Get On Up’s greatest strength is that it does neither. It doesn’t explain away Brown’s flaws, it simply asks you to embrace them as part of the whole. Though its runtime is a tad long and it could have done more to distinguish itself from other musical biopics, Get On Up is the best film of its kind, and Boseman’s performance alone is worth the price of admission.

Playing this week

A Most Wanted Man
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

And So It Goes
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Begin Again
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

The Big Lebowski (Wed.)
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Chef
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

The Grand Budapest Hotel
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Guardians of the Galaxy
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

How to Train Your Dragon 2
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Hercules
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Jersey Boys
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Lucy
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Planes: Fire & Rescue
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

The Purge: Anarchy
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Sex Tape
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Transformers: Age of Extinction
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Wish I Was Here
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

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Album reviews: Begin Again, Dog Society, Red Wanting Blue

Begin Again 

Music from and Inspired by the Original Motion Picture/222 Records

John Carney, who gave us the classic music-focused film Once, returns with another music-based film, Begin Again, and the soundtrack is predictably loaded with fun moments that will appeal to a variety of listeners. If you like soul music with a sense of humor, then CeeLo Green’s “Horny” and “Women of the World (Go on Strike!)” should suit your taste. The track “Lost Stars” is given the sensitive pop treatment by Adam Levine; there is also an acoustic version of the song from actress Keira Knightley and it proves to be a solid theme song with lines like “I’ll be damned/cupid’s demanding back his arrow” describing the film’s broken relationship dynamic. Knightley gives worthy vocal performances here, which is a nice touch since you never know what you’re going to get from an actor. Rounding things out are a few dreamy trip-hop performances by Cessyl Orchestra to make Begin Again a striking, diverse release. 

Dog Society

In the Shade/Self-released

Here’s the word on the new release from Dog Society. The band is not trying to “save rock and roll,” and it’s not moving away from the core of its sound. No matter how much influences like The Beatles, Nirvana, Oasis and the Gin Blossoms come through, In the Shade is simply a damn good rock record. From the catchy power pop opener “Heal Me Friend” to the crackling “Dear Brother,” with its thrumming bass line and excellent hooks, Shade is loaded with fist-pumping moments. The bluesy solos on “Everything She Do” make for a nice change of pace, as does the appearance of horns at the end of “Our Own Parade,” but by and large the band sticks to its bread and butter, which are rollicking rock tracks nailed by singer Brian Schnaak’s charismatic performances.

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Red Wanting Blue

Little America/Fanatic Records

Red Wanting Blue’s latest release is yet another example of ubiquity between rock ‘n’ roll and relationships. Whether it’s a geographical one (“Leaving New York”) or involving a significant other (“Bumpy Ride”), sometimes the best way to soundtrack those experiences is through the use of some loud guitars, solid bass, and drums. Singer Scott Terry’s scratchy vocals are reminiscent of Seven Mary Three’s Jason Ross, and work well on tracks like “Keep Love Alive” as he sings “You are an uncontrollable inconsolable woman/And I’m a bullheaded egomaniacal man.” The poppy “Dumb Love” shows off the band’s lighter side as they examine a relationship that isn’t working out as expected, and they flip the switch on the stoic, dreamy Americana title track as they sing about the proverbial quest for success. 

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Film review: Luc Besson loses direction in the sci-fi wannabe Lucy

It may seem nitpicky in this era of movies about radioactive spider bites and ancient alien stud-gods to take issue with a premise that is basically an excuse for inventive set pieces, but there’s something so incredibly lazy and pointless about the way Luc Besson plays with the old (and false) “Did you know that humans use only 10% of their brain?” routine in Lucy. The techno-babble and pop philosophy exchanges between Morgan Freeman and Scarlett Johansson may impress the Ted “Theodore” Logans of America who will “whoa” at how it’s much smarter than the average blockbuster. It’s not smarter. It’s just French, so its bullshit only sounds prettier.

Lucy follows a typical American student (Johansson) who is on a vacation bender in Taipei, when she is taken hostage by a Taiwanese cartel and becomes an unwitting mule for their experimental drug. The bag ruptures inside her, and the drug allows her to access more of her brain and establish a closer connection to space, time, energy, and the mysteries of the universe, not to mention superpowers.

Meanwhile, Morgan Freeman (who ought to know better with his show “Through the Wormhole”) plays Professor Norman, an American researcher visiting Paris whose (incorrect) lectures about “cerebral capacity” are intercut with Lucy’s story and the occasional clip of CG early humans and actual rhino sex. Once Lucy realizes what is happening to her, she reaches out to Professor Norman to seek help, and attempts to reach Paris with both the Taiwanese cartel and French police on her tail as her condition becomes increasingly unstable, and her powers more superhuman.

The problem with Lucy isn’t the plot itself. Other movies have taken more preposterous scientific shortcuts to terrific effect. The issue is that Besson decided to use a plot device that would allow him to do absolutely anything, to really let loose in a flurry of stylish, inspired insanity like we know he can, only to go nowhere in particular. We get neither a heady sci-fi parable nor a ridiculous-but-entertaining adventure. The tension is sucked out of a beautifully shot car chase because Besson is so focused on Lucy’s calmness that the crashes and chaos become background noise. Watching Lucy levitate her opponents instead of fighting them is neither badass nor exciting. It feels like walking through a room with two T.V.s, one playing Neil deGrasse Tyson’s “Cosmos” on your left and The Matrix on your right, but you commit to neither hoping to absorb both. You’ve been robbed of two viewing experiences in one go, either of which would have been satisfying on its own.

Luc Besson works best when he either has one solid concept, or a completely idiotic one that he just doesn’t care is idiotic. Not every critic will say this, but he truly does have something to offer when he plays to his strengths. Subway, his 1986 breakthrough, was so stylish and energetic that it didn’t matter if the characters themselves were paper thin, and the same is true of The Fifth Element. Meanwhile, the characters and motivations were so heartfelt in Léon: The Professional that the action sequences didn’t need to be as well choreographed as they were to be exciting, because their consequences carried real weight. But the bigger and more all-encompassing the idea Besson attempts to tackle, the more confused he seems to be about where to direct the viewer’s attention, as with his Joan of Arc film The Messenger and now Lucy.

With a handful of inspired sequences and a cast that is clearly having fun, Lucy is not bad. It just demands the audience to surrender too much logic for not enough payoff, being neither cerebral enough to be effective sci-fi nor exciting enough to be solid action. It will not destroy your brain, so long as you only use 10% of it going in.

Playing this week

22 Jump Street
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

A Most Wanted Man
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

And So It Goes
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Begin Again
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Chef
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Earth to Echo
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

The Grand Budapest Hotel
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

How to Train Your Dragon 2
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Hercules
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Jersey Boys
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Wed.)
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Planes: Fire & Rescue
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

The Purge: Anarchy
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Sex Tape
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Tammy
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Transformers: Age of Extinction
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Wish I Was Here
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

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Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6
979-7669

Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX
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Film review: The Purge sequel is dragged down by lackluster anarchy

Anyone who has been to an underground or independent film festival is no doubt familiar with a very specific genre of DIY “woods” movies where dudes with guns creep through a forest, talk an awful lot for people trying to remain undetected, and get into strangely choreographed shoot-outs at odd intervals. These movies are made this way out of necessity, due to a lack of resources and funds; the work ethic is commendable, but they are notoriously hit-or-miss in quality. The only thing that separates The Purge: Anarchy from these movies is a budget for location permits (and Michael K. Williams).

If you weren’t expecting a sequel to last year’s critically reviled but financially successful The Purge so quickly, you’re not alone. Apparently, neither was writer-director of both films James DeMonaco, who delivers a story that is equal parts half-finished (sometimes inspired) ideas and tedious filler (and Michael K. Williams).

One year after the events of the first film, we are introduced to a new cast of characters for whom the annual purge has become shockingly routine. Five people—a mother and daughter, a couple on the verge of a breakup, and a mysteriously skillful survivalist with a mission—find themselves stuck in the open together and must cooperate in order to find safe haven for the night. Along the way, we get glimpses of how class and race factor into the purge. The wealthy pay to do it safely while the poor do whatever it takes to survive, whether it’s hunker down or go on the offensive. Meanwhile, a Black Panther-style revolutionary has been telling the truth online and hints at a brewing rebellion. 

Sounds like a hell of a ride, right? It definitely could have been. Before you see it based on this description, please understand that this is only the first 20 minutes, which are full of promise and effective tension (and Michael K. Williams). The rest of the long-feeling 103 minutes is filled with too-distant atmosphere and a series of embarrassingly predictable, tonally inconsistent setups. If someone is walking slowly and the music goes quiet, you’ll learn to count the beats before something attempts to startle you. All of the gunshots and screaming in the background are just that: background. Every time the action cuts away to someone not in the central cast getting shot or abducted, it feels like another story that’s more interesting than the one we’re following. Escalation to absurdly gratuitous heights would have suited this story perfectly, but it’s nowhere to be found.

The saving grace of The Purge: Anarchy may be three or four moments of effective campiness (and Michael K. Williams). As you watch this movie, you will laugh. As you leave, you will wonder whether you were meant to. As a devotee of 1980s Schwarzenegger flicks who still cherishes his VHS copy of Demolition Man, I’m totally on board with seemingly stupid action flicks that surprise you with their level of self-awareness. The scenes near the end that echo these films work and may be worth the price of admission for some, but The Purge: Anarchy doesn’t set the stage enough for them to pay off.

If you’re confused or frustrated by the teasing use of Michael K. Williams’ name in this review, get ready to feel the same way about his presence in the movie. Playing the leader of the freaking badass black anti-purge militia, his scenes are far and away the best, but total about six minutes and happen at least an hour apart. This is just one of many ideas casually tossed into The Purge: Anarchy that deserve their own movies, not to be offhandedly referenced in a movie about five uninteresting people whose only collective talent is being exceptionally bad at sneaking.

~Kristofer Jensen

Playing this week

America
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Begin Again
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

The Breakfast Club (Wed.)
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Chef
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Deliver Us From Evil
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Earth to Echo
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

The Grand Budapest Hotel
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

How to Train Your Dragon 2
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Ida
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Jersey Boys
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Maleficent
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Obvious Child
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Planes: Fire & Rescue
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Sex Tape
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Tammy
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Transformers: Age of Extinction
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Movie houses

Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6
979-7669

Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX
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Film review: Monkey schools man in Dawn of the Planet of the Apes

Confession time: My favorite movie of all time is the original 1968 Planet of the Apes, and it breaks my heart that it doesn’t appear on more Best Of lists. Boasting a script from the eternally relevant Rod Serling, it channels the best aspects of “The Twilight Zone” into a feature-length idea. PotA has it all: the humor, the humanism, the terrifically forced metaphors, the theatrically elevated dialogue. Along the way, it never misses an opportunity to address every single sociopolitical implication of its story, tackling institutionalized dogma, valuing order above justice, and man’s conflicted nature all in one go. It’s wonderful. The film series that followed carried this political torch for better (Escape from the Planet of the Apes) and worse (Battle for the Planet of the Apes), referencing nuclear war, racism, fascism, corporatism, revolution, and reconciliation. (We won’t speak of Tim Burton’s crime against cinema that could only half-heartedly muster a dinner conversation about animal rights.)

After the surprising critical and commercial success of 2011’s Rise of the Planet of the Apes, a new tone was set. No camp, no overt metaphors, no ironic self-referencing (save for the apes’ names). Only Christopher Nolan-esque morality tales that play like a visual companion to a college ethics textbook. It works for the most part, but there are two things wrong with the reboot’s sequel, Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, and they keep it from being the movie it could have been. First is the predictable Hollywood pacing, which forces the film’s technical and dramatic achievements—including making us care about CG apes—to pause for every stale plot point. The second flaw is the humans, who lack even a fraction of the character and motivation of the apes.

Everything else should be considered a success. Advances in motion-capture technology allowed director Matt Reeves to film ape actors on location rather than in front of a green screen, so performances across the simian spectrum are grounded in a way most CG blockbusters lack. The apes’ language—a mix of evolved sign language and speech—is far more engaging than anything that comes out of Gary Oldman’s mouth. Their utopian society—troubled from the moment they talk about humans—is visually and emotionally gripping, to the point that I’d be willing to watch a regular, blood-free drama set in their world. Each ape has a distinct personality, motivation, and mode of behavior, and they all look and behave incredibly natural.

So it’s a disappointment every time the movie shoehorns these accomplishments into a plot involving lame, strawman, miscast humans. Following Elizabeth Olsen in Godzilla,Dawn is the second summer blockbuster to waste a good actress (Keri Russell) on a “Please don’t go be brave and do the logistically necessary thing” wife. Her husband is bland, a do-nothing hero-by-default (the tragically miscast Jason Clarke). Gary Oldman, though admittedly decent, phones in the same performance he’s given since The Dark Knight Rises. Up-and-coming teen actor Kodi Smit-McPhee says practically nothing but likes to draw and read, two things film directors seem to think will add substance but are, in reality, just boring to watch.

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes is a worthwhile experience, and when it excels, it’speerless. But when the story half-asses, you’ll wish they’d left human ass out of it and stuck with those damn, dirty apes.

Playing this week

22 Jump Street
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

America
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Begin Again
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Chef
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Deliver Us From Evil
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Earth to Echo
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

The Grand Budapest Hotel
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

The Grand Seduction
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

How to Train Your Dragon 2
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Ida
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Jersey Boys
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Maleficent
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Obvious Child
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Tammy
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Third Person
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Transformers: Age of Extinction
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Think Like A Man Too
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Pretty Woman (Wed.)
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Movie houses

Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6
979-7669

Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX
244-3213

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Album reviews: Old Crow Medicine Show, Ships Have Sailed, Cosmic Punch

Old Crow Medicine Show

Remedy/ATO Records

Remedy is the latest proof that Old Crow Medicine show is incapable of doing anything poorly. Whether it’s a raucous, hoedown-style piece of country like “8 Dogs, 8 Banjos,” or whether it’s the old time bluegrass feel and R-rated sensibility of a track like “Brushy Mountain Conjugal Trailer,” you cannot help but smile at the tunes these guys are churning out. And when they want to remind you that they are more than a good time band, they whip out a gorgeous piece of Americana like “Sweet Amarillo” and impress you with tight, harmonious vocals. “Mean Enough World” takes the cake with its toe-tapping bluegrass beat and lyrics that absolutely—and hilariously—mock the people who complain and protest about silly things (read: First World problems). The band’s knack for winning melodies and all-around quality songwriting is a high kick to its stature on the Americana rock landscape, and this is a fine addition to its discography.

Ships Have Sailed

Someday EP/Self-released

What do you do when your creative impulses aren’t meshing with your current band? If you are singer-songwriter-guitarist Will Carpenter, then you start a side project and run with it. The first EP from the guitarist for hip-hop rockers 7Lions is full of engaging material with soaring choruses and a sound that embraces everything from acoustic folk (“Clouds”) to rock (“Better Off”) and a number of sensibilities in between. Someday shows off Carpenter’s knack for stirring up thought-provoking, yet highly enjoyable material (the pop rock title track is a perfect example), and it’s all done with a vocal lightness that is easy on the ears. Someday is a nice entry into the classic pantheon of living life to the fullest, and bodes well for Mr. Carpenter’s future projects.

Cosmic Punch

FM Stereo/Tate Music Group

What happens when you combine classic pop, classic rock, and modern alternative flourishes? You get Cosmic Punch’s new album FM Stereo, and you enjoy it. The band gloriously show its hand for all to see within the first few rocking songs, while giving the bird to anyone who doesn’t like it. “One Man Pop Band” has the sensibility of The Beatles, paired up with some guitar solos that pay tribute to Queen’s Brian May—making for an interesting combination. The thick drumming and Juan “Punchy” Gonzalez’s vocals on “She Makes Me Feel” take you on a jaunty retro ride, and “How Do I” is pure punk pushed through a present day heavy metal filter. Then, to top it all off, CP goes soft rock with the delightful “She’s a Girl,” just to prove it can go in many different directions.

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Film review: Tammy turns things around in the end

A lack of new ideas and a surplus of sincerity are not typically good qualities in a comedy. Just think of how forced and unearned the last 20 minutes of any Happy Madison movie are: “I know I’m a slob who screwed everything up while being distractingly racist and homophobic along the way. But I mean well, kinda.”

But while Adam Sandler uses sincerity as a cheap out from his lousy movies, Tammy means well, acts well, feels good, and packs in a decent amount of genuine laughs along the way. Granted, it’s not the funniest comedy of the summer—McCarthy is playing into type for at least the second time this year. But similar to the film’s own romantic subplot, an initial lack of personal investment in these characters gradually turns into sympathy for their good intentions, eventually becoming full-on affection for having gone through this experience with them.

Due to a string of unfortunate events—a (probably-funnier-on-paper) encounter with a deer that totals her car, the ensuing lateness getting her fired, and coming home to her husband with another woman—Tammy is determined to leave her small town behind. She takes off with her stir crazy, impulsive, hard-drinking grandmother (Susan Sarandon in top comedic form) to Niagara Falls, figuring out where everything went wrong in their lives along the way. 

This may come as a surprise if you’ve seen the incredibly misleading ads and posters, showing a disheveled McCarthy doing a lousy job of robbing a fast food restaurant. This scene does indeed happen, but its tonally different from those ads, and for as little of the plot as it occupies, one has to wonder if the folks behind the campaign even saw the movie.

This discrepancy between marketing and reality may explain why it is that the lovable Tammy is getting worse advance reviews than the painfully unfunny The Heat, which promised us a dirty, angry Melissa McCarthy and delivered on that promise…and only that one. I haven’t laughed that little at a movie since Mystic River.

Tammy, meanwhile, builds off of that image of McCarthy and goes in an unexpected direction to greater effect and with a richer sense of humor, perhaps losing the people who wanted to see a different kind of movie. Where some may see a bait and switch, I see a pleasant surprise.

Tammy is also full of unexpected social victories. Weight jokes are virtually nonexistent. Female sexuality—at any age, with any orientation—is never apologized for. There is a romantic side to Tammy’s story, but her problems aren’t solved by just sleeping with the right guy instead of the wrong one. When Tammy finally does realize what she needs to do, there’s no running through the rain to give a drippy, overwritten speech or profane, cathartic screed at the villain.

The zany, gross-out moments may make the trailer, but those are generally the worst parts. And for a movie this sentimental, it is surprisingly short on manipulative, tear-jerking setups. Tammy isn’t great by any means, but it is way, way better than it should have been.

Playing this week

22 Jump Street
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

America
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Belle
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Chef
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Deliver Us From Evil
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Earth to Echo
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Edge of Tomorrow
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

The Fault in Our Stars
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

The Grand Budapest Hotel
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

The Grand Seduction
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

How to Train Your Dragon 2
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Ida
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Jersey Boys
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Maleficent
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Obvious Child
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Transformers: Age of Extinction
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Think Like A Man Too
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Willy Wonka and the
Chocolate Factory 
(Wed.)
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

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Album reviews: Linkin Park, Grandpa Egg, Umphrey’s McGee

Linkin Park

The Hunting Party/Warner Bros.

Somewhere along the way, the band Linkin Park became viewed as a formulaic one-trick pony. Pair up Chester Bennington’s throat-
scraping screeches with raucous guitars and drums, occasional scratches and raps from Mike Shinoda, repeat, and call it good. And while this might have been true at the start, the group has evolved into a surprisingly melodic band over the years. The Hunting Party is the latest piece of evidence. Yes, there are plenty of moments where Bennington’s vocal cords sound like they are going to explode, but he switches from grating to gorgeous on a dime on the Helmet-like opener “Keys to the Kingdom.” Driving rockers like “The Summoning” find the band embracing a catchy, heavy metal aesthetic that is as earth-shaking as it is beautiful in its anger. The apocalyptic rocker “Until it’s Gone” is a spine-tingler and when Rage Against the Machine’s Tom Morello guests on the instrumental track “Drawbar” the hairs on your neck will stand straight up. The Hunting Party is not serious, beautiful, or original—“War” sounds like a modern rock rip off of Metallica’s classic “Whiplash” for example—but it is a striking record.

Grandpa Egg

Praying Mantis/Self-released

If you want something truly left-of-center, check out Praying Mantis from Pittsburgh’s psych-folk band Grandpa Egg. It’s a story album about Pellapetisimo the Praying Mantis, Christopher Cricket, a girl named Sally, and a host of other creatures living in a meadow together. The intro to the folk opener “Meadow Song” sets the offbeat tone as Morris admits that “the following story is not exactly coherent,” and ends his monologue by deadpanning, “Good luck.” “Dandelions” is a picturesque, upbeat bluegrass number and “Every Alcove” comes off as folk music out of a spaghetti Western—and all the while, singer-guitarist Morris is a perfect narrator as he guides you through a series of off-the-wall stories with a fragile, nasally voice that lands somewhere between dead serious and bemused. It is a tricky line to walk for an album theme, but on Praying Mantis, it turns out to be a lot of fun.

Umphrey’s McGee

Similar Skin/Nothing Too Fancy Music

When it comes to innovative, hard-working DIY rock bands, there are few better than Umphrey’s McGee, and Similar Skin, the band’s seventh studio album proves it. From the space rock of “The Linear,” which sounds like the merging of Rush’s “Tom Sawyer” and The Police’s “Everything Little Thing She Does is Magic,” to dirty rockers like “Cut the Cable,” the riffs are epic, the drumming is intricate and thunderous, and the music is one hell of a good time. The funky rocker “No Diablo” insists that you move to the beat, and the title track is progressive rock at its finest. Add on the insatiable urge for air guitar on rock tracks like “Educated Guess,” and find a rollicking good time in this new release.