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Film Reviews for Ladies: Once (and Again and Again)

When I saw the Oscars last year, I hadn’t yet seen the movie Once, but I fell a little bit in love with Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova watching them perform and then win the award for their nominated song, “Falling Slowly.”

When I finally got the chance to see the movie a few months ago, my love was absolutely cemented. Today, I saw it again (after buying the DVD for a mere $5, hello awesomness!) and rekindled my affections.

While I am on the record as loathing musicals in general, this is one exception to that rule: the music in this film is not only ridiculously good, but it also fits into the film in a seamless, organic way: it never tries to be clever or theatrical or spectacular; it just lives there.

If you’ve already seen this film, you’ve no doubt fallen in love with it yourself — it’s just that irresistible. If you haven’t yet, may I recommend you do so posthaste! It will tickle all of the romantic and creative nerves you have, making you nostalgic for the days of exchanging mix tapes and having impromptu jam sessions with your friends all nestled in a circle in your living room.

When you watch the scene where they go into the recording studio for the first time, and the snarky, cynical manager hears them perform “When Your Mind’s Made Up,” you might just get a tear (or several) in your eye. If that doesn’t do it for you, try the ending shot where the camera goes out from her apartment window and looks over the street below. And if THAT doesn’t do it for you, then I can’t help. You may want to go see the doctor and find out if your HEART HAS GONE MISSING, you cold bitch!

I am sure I do not need to mention the adorable sexiness of Glen Hansard with his red hair and close-cropped beard and Irish accent and blazer-scarf combo, do I? Well then consider it mentioned. The dude is charming and talented and you will find yourself imagining him perched on the edge of your couch with his worn out guitar and smile lines.

There’s just one important caveat: you absolutely must ignore any knowledge of the fact that he and Marketa Irglova are a real-life couple, and how much older he is than she is, and how young she was when they met. That might kind of skeeve you out a bit, so just forget I said anything about it.

Here are a couple of my favorite songs from the film, the first of which won the Oscar. Go ahead and listen to them at least once:

Falling Slowly


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When Your Mind’s Made Up


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What I’m Listening to Tonight: Death Cab for Cutie’s Narrow Stairs

Death Cab for Cutie is absolutely one of my favorite bands — and I say this after having been ridiculed for that fact just the other day. My friend S., upon checking out what I had put on the iPod in the car, gave me a brutal Nelson Munz impersonation: “HAH hah. YOU like Death Cab for CUTIE!” I was all, “OH YES I DO AND YOU HAD BETTER BELIEVE IT ETCETERA!”

I honestly fail to see what is ridiculous about liking Death Cab for Cutie. Yes, they are one of those Sensitive Guy Bands, à la Iron and Wine or Ryan Adams, but hey, those are artists I also love. Death Cab for Cutie I love with a fucking passion. I had always liked them and listened to them frequently and with great pleasure, but Plans, their first major-label album, really sealed the deal for me. I get that hard-core fans who have all the early stuff on cassette tape may quibble with me on that one, but I wholeheartedly believe Plans is a brilliant fucking album. Furthermore, it was released at the absolutely perfect time for it to weave its way seamlessly into my consciousness — the songs on that album seemed like they had been written specifically for that year of my life, and I kept the album on repeat for a good 12-18 months. For real.

It would be a lie to tell you that I did not await the release of the new album, Narrow Stairs, with literally bated breath. I really, literally, held my breath while it was downloading; I was that excited. In fact, I couldn’t really wait for the real release date, so I managed to obtain it early and through questionable means (but means encouraged by the band, so).

The album is really fucking great. It’s a bit louder and grittier and darker, over all, than what they have done before, which I love. It’s complex and exhilarating and completely addictive. Go get it now (or wait until May 13th if you’re all law abidin’ and a total prude, whatever), and just try to turn it off, I dare you.

Here are a few tracks I am liking best so far, the last one being my favorite of the day.

Bixby Canyon Bridge


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Your New Twin Sized Bed


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Talking Bird


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Long Division


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What I’m Listening To Tonight: Camper Van Beethoven

Yeah, yeah, I know it is not even nighttime, so I probably shouldn’t be posting a “What I’m Listening to Tonight” entry, but let’s face it: it is my office hours and I am stuck on campus, so I might as well be doing something productive. Rather than research or grading, I think my time could better be spent telling you all about how much I have been loving some Camper Van Beethoven lately and giving you a few tracks to listen to. This is what I have been listening to for the past several days — ever since my friend S. and I decided to put on an album of theirs on the way home from the local music show on Saturday.

I started listening to Camper Van Beethoven in high school and have loved them ever since. I like them oodles better than Cracker, by the way, for their sort of quiet-but-unabashed weirdness. Here are a few tracks from the album Camper Vantiquities, a rarities collection that has some truly wonderful songs not heard elsewhere, including the song my heart dedicates to my students each and every day, “(We Workers Do Not Understand Postmodern Art).” Here are my favorites (try to guess which one was my predictable angsty teenage anthem*):

Axe Murderer Song


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I’m Not Like Everybody Else


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Photograph


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My favorite regular Camper Van album was always Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart, the title of which is a reference to Patty Hearst. Here’s the Hearst-related song plus two other favorites (the last one is the best of all):

Tania


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Eye of Fatima, Pt. 1


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She Divines Water


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*Which was not, ironically, Cracker’s “Teen Angst.” Heh.