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Jamie presents … TAIYO MATSUMOTO *

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1. GoGo Monster: And here’s Taiyo Matsumoto and the best comic of 2009, a tale of two schoolboys in their third year of classes, one of whom spends most of his time fading in and out of a world of invisible spirits facing an even more obscure threat; it was published in Japan in 2000, right before No. 5 began serialization. I’ve had a review half-written for a little while now — the book came out pretty recently — so in lieu of that I’ll provide a sub-list of Reasons Why This is Great to compliment my Top Ten Funnies and Best of Show Disclaimers rundown:

John rated it really liked it
Taiyo Matsumoto is an amazing illustrator and writer but he seems to do the same story in all the works that I’ve read: two teenage male characters have a coming of age experience with some fantasy or magical realism elements. Typically, one of the characters is exceptional in some regard (an amazing fighter, a great Ping-Pong player, an excellent student) and seems to have some connection to an invisible world, sometimes in the form of a doppleganger. In GoGo Monster, as in Ping-Pong, the magical realism elements appear to be mostly in the mind of the Peko/Yuki character. Whether or not Super Star and the others are real, Yuki, Ganz and IQ all believe that they effect the world outside of Yuki’s head. The art in this book is not quite as polished as in Sunny or Tekkonkinkreet (both of which I believe were published later?), but it’s still engaging. If you’re looking for a typical manga with this book, you’ll probably be disappointed and/or bored as it’s very long, very slow and very strange, despite the fairly mundane setting of a middle school.

 

“Picture a Batman and Robin story put through a Peter Pan filter by Takeshi Kitano and you’d only be halfway to conceiving the unique, terrible beauty that is Tekkon Kinkreet, previously published under the name Black & White.”

“Matsumoto’s stark, black-and-white imagery won’t be to every reader’s taste; I’d be the first admit that many of the kids in Blue Spring look older and wearier than Keith Richards, with their sunken eyes and rotten teeth. But the studied ugliness of the character designs and urban settings suits the material perfectly, hinting at the anger and emptiness of the characters’ lives. Matsumoto offers no easy answers for his characters’ behavior, nor any false hope that they will escape the lives of violence and despair that seem to be their destiny. Rather, he offers a frank, funny and often disturbing look at the years in which most of us were unformed lumps of clay — or, in Matsumoto’s memorable formulation, a time when most of us were blue: “No matter how passionate you were, no matter how much your blood boiled, I believe youth is a blue time. Blue — that indistinct blue that paints the town before the sun rises.””

 

“I felt dizzy after reading this.”

Taiyo Matsumoto is tough for me to write about in any kind of formal fashion. Not sure why. I think maybe some of it may be that he’s such an old influence for me—like I came into his work before Nihei or Daisuke Igarashi—maybe even before Inio Asano-though Asano hasn’t really influenced me artistically—but I think how I got there was I was reading Stray Toasters because when I was first sort of starting to figure out how to draw, I practiced by redrawing Frazetta and BWS, but I was looking at like Sienkiewicz and Ashley Wood—anyways so I was reading Stray Toasters, and my wife of the time saw one of the panels in it, and was like “oh wow, that’s Klimt”—so I went and looked up Klimt and was like “whoa” which led me to Schiele which was a life changing moment. As soon as I saw Schiele I knew there was something in there that I just FELT, and I wanted to explore that feeling through my own work and find my own expression through it.

So in trying to figure out how to take Schiele into comics I ran into Taiyo Matsumoto’s work. I think Tekkinkinkreet was the first work of his I read, then No. 5, then Gogo Monster, then Ping Pong, then Takemitsu Zamurai, and now Sunny. Ping Pong and Takemitsu Zamurai are prolly my fave works by him, with Gogo Monster a close third. But these works were huge to me, and I mean eventually I found Daisuke Igarashi—and I think Daisuke is even closer to my like platonic ideal of comics than even Taiyo is—but Taiyo was key. Maybe THE key. At least after Schiele. So there’s a lot of emotional investment with Taiyo.

I think fundamentally the strength of Taiyo’s work for his whole career is that he doesn’t just tell you here is a boy doing this thing—he gives you something more about the boy at that particular time just in the way his line jitters, or the way the shadow will cloud a face—and maybe the shadow will be these impressionistic brush strokes—or maybe it will be more traditional cross hatching techniques? But the choice always was about communicating something beyond simply what is physically there in the scene.

– Sarah Horrocks

5.0 out of 5 stars A masterpiece.
By Luca Vitale on September 22, 2007
Format: Paperback
This might be the best graphic novel ever written, and I don`t say that lightly. It`s a shame that it doesn`t have a wide circulation in Europe and US. It`s pretty much impossible to compare to anything else, Tekkon Kinkreet it`s the most lyrical and at at the same time the most anti-conformist comic you`ll ever read. Think Miyazaki, Tank Girl and Takeshi Kitano all wrapped up in one story that is so good it hurts. Just get it, if you like indie comics chances are this is your new favorite one.

1.0 out of 5 stars very bad
ByEvzenie Reitmayerovaon January 28, 2010
i dunno about the story.
the pictures are so bad it is hard to follow what is actually going on.
it looks like it was drawn by a 2 years old kid with no talent.
i started to read this book a couple of times but couldnt finish it.
it proves even manga can be drawn very bad.
what a dissapointment.

Joey Comeau rated it it was amazing
Shelves: recommendations
This is one of my favourite comic books. It’s surreal and sort of mystical in a way that isn’t lame, but is instead psychological and unexpectedly violent. I was very surprised by this book.

UPDATED REVIEW:

Two years after first reading this book, I have come back to it again and again, each time finding more to love. This has gone from being a really nice surprise and “one of my favourite comic books” to being my favourite BOOK, period.

(A) It’s the most furiously cartooned book I’ve read all year, a no-assistants one man show of total vision penmanship that leaves its ‘realistic’ scenery vibrating; buildings literally wave and curve in the background while characters adopt scribbly or sharp appearances based on minute shifts in mood. It’s like Matsumoto seized on the propensity of manga characters in stories where boys see spirits to shift to superdeformed mode when something funny happens and exploded it into three-dimensional sphere of hypersensitive bodily flux.

“Although, I’m still not sure why the book is called Gogo Monster.”

 

4.0 out of 5 starsFantastic Book
ByChristopher Luceroon January 27, 2013
Format: Paperback|Verified Purchase
All-in-all the book is just an amazing read and a must for everyone. My only problem is that when it came in the mail, the very top part of the slip cover was wrinkled because the shipping. Its kinda annoying but still, the book is something to own rather than just read online.

 

(B) Gone is any trace of the punkish action comics posture of Tekkonkinkreet. Why is that a virtue? Because GoGo Monster functions as a stealthy follow-up project; there’s no doubt in my mind as to why Viz selected it to follow that long-brewing success, since it’s functionally a loose remake, at one point even replicating a plot twist. The trick is, the work formerly known as Black and White concluded with its heroes extricating themselves from the heroic narrative as a means of growing up. Thus, GoGo Monster rips the explicit fantasy out and presents another two boys in a similar story that’s nonetheless entirely different, more delicate, daydreamier. Better.

Mabomanji rated it it was amazing · review of another edition
Shelves: bd-comics, friend-s-recommendation
J’adore le style de Taiyo Matsumoto, il dessine avec beaucoup de détails mais surtout avec beaucoup de dynamisme en choisissant des points de vue inhabituels. Il y a une qualité cinématographique à son dessin et à son travail de découpage des planches et d’enchaînement de l’histoire, un vrai travail de montage. Je me suis retrouvée embarquée dans cette folle poursuite à travers le monde entier et j’en ai oublié où j’étais. Le monde futuriste brossé est fascinant et on apprend à chaque chapitre un peu plus sur ce qui s’y passe. Politiquement c’est intéressant avec cette organisation pour le maintien pour la paix qui voit ses jours comptés car elle arrive au bout de sa mission. Reste de le mystère de cette femme libérée par Number 5, elle semble être innocente et pourtant elle a un pouvoir magnétique et semble attirer toute la nature à elle. Un tome passionnant dont j’espère la suite au même niveau.

 

5.0 out of 5 starsDevoted Comics Fans Should Not Pass This One By
ByGraphicNovelReporter.comon December 8, 2009
Format: Hardcover
Yuki Tachibana is an outcast at Asahi Elementary School. He sits alone, drawing on his desk and occasionally shouting out weird exclamations. If he talks to the other children, it is only to warn them about the “others,” beings kept in check only by the power of Super Star, the boss of the other side. Yuki’s only friend is the school’s caretaker, Ganz, though he sometimes talks to IQ, an older student who is academically gifted but interacts with people only through the box he wears over his head. When Makoto Suzuki’s school is shut down for mysterious reasons, he is sent to Asahi Elementary and placed in the desk next to Yuki. Despite the other students’ warnings about Yuki’s strange behavior, Makoto befriends the boy and soon finds himself wondering how much of Yuki’s tales are true.

Matsumoto, manga-ka of Tekkonkinkreet, offers a tale that is part fantasy, part horror, and part mind-trip. On the one hand, it can be read as an exploration into the thought process of a child with autism or a similar disorder, a child who does not see or react to the world the way the rest of humanity does. But on the other hand, Yuki Tachibana might be right and Super Star may be the only thing keeping the beings of the other side from riling the children of Asahi Elementary School to rebel against their teachers, do poorly in class, and be mean to one another. However, it may be that GoGo Monster is neither of those things, or both at the same time.

Matsumoto doesn’t offer an easy read. His plot twists and turns. The dialogue is spare and often consists just of overheard comments that are not necessarily relevant. The characters are mostly inscrutable. And frankly, that is much of the fun of reading GoGo Monster. It is a story to dive into, allowing it to wash over you, and then, later, after it has swirled around in your brain for a time, to dive into again.

The art is as off-kilter as the plot, keeping you searching the panels for hidden details and meanings that may or may not be there, not allowing you to turn the page immediately. Matsumoto’s style is rough, purposefully sloppy. Some characters are realistically portrayed, while others have a messy, cartoonish quality. The drawings within the panels do not always correspond with the dialogue going on at the same time, forcing readers to look deeper for the connection and the meaning. As Yuki is drawn further into the world he sees, the images are terrifyingly subtle. The monsters are never obvious, which heightens the sense of a young boy caught by unimaginable and unseen forces. There is also a lot of beauty in the United States edition of GoGo Monster because of VIZ’s high-quality printing job. The book is hardcover, with the story starting right on the endpages of the front cover. Bright, colorful monsters cover the outside of the book, even overlapping onto the edges of the pages, which are tipped in red and burgundy. A slipcase completes the package.

Readers looking for an artistic read, one that requires that the brain be fully engaged, will find much to appreciate here, as long as they don’t mind taking their time. Other than the typical comments on poop and sex that fourth-grade boys make, there is little to keep this out of the hands of readers old enough to appreciate the strange story. It’s not for every reader, but devoted comics fans should not pass this one by.

— Snow Wildsmith

“Did you know that Matsumoto made this manga entirely on his own (no assistants) and did it in one shot. So it never ran in a magazine, he just sat down for a long while and cranked out 448 pages of genius. Seriously who does that?!”

“Tekkonkinkreet melted my mind.”

Charlie rated it did not like it
Shelves: graphic-novels, young-adult, japanese
I read this because it was by the same person who made Sunny, and because I couldn’t find Sunny: Volume 2 online. This one wasn’t very good. Mostly it’s just left me feeling gross. I don’t even really know why.

“Creating manga is kind of like you’re a child who’s stolen some money, and when asked about it you lie and say you found it on the ground, but then the grown-ups keep asking more and more questions, and you have to keep making up more and more lies and make it more real. Like, I’ve already gone and said that I’d make this series, so now I have to follow through on that original lie to the end and make it look like something real. People who are good at making manga are really good liars, I think.”

Taiyo Matsumoto, in a 1997 interview.

“When people turn into grown-ups, their insides melt into a mushy glop and their brains get hard and stiff,” he tells Makoto. “They get infested with maggots and a purple stink.”

(C) But you don’t need to know that part. GoGo Monster is also a lovely self-contained unit, an original hardcover graphic novel, even in Japan, where such things are pretty rare. Every bit of the format is exploited, with a cardboard slipcase giving way to a wraparound cover that doubles as the work’s first page, although the ‘first’ page is actually page “-8,” which leads into page -7 on the inside-front cover, then -6 through -1 on tinted pages, followed by several pages of black to indicate a narrative break of two years, and then full-color titles on page 0, thereafter counting to over 450 in crisp b&w.; You bet your ass the solid black inside-back cover is significant – it’s another break in time, one we can’t see past.

“Unnormal gut.”

Yanakano_san rated it it was ok
Dirty hopelessness, absolute inanition, students with their clapping game of bloody happiness – young people who were too old and apathetic since the very, very first moment of life.
Matsumoto may call them “the heroes of my youth” – I call them “the lost generation”.
Because something (strangely sounds like “oh shit!”) happens, always did and always will, and let it happen – who cares anyway? Who? Is there any point? Has there ever been?
They know the right answer (which is “no, never”).
They are able to kill for nothing, to die for a far, ghostly goal and to live without feeling alive in the mess of blood, flesh and madness of Japan; their spring is blue, and their summer will come only to make them all finally fade.

(D) The main action of the book takes place over five chapters: Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring. This is a cycle, though, not a schematic. If anything, GoGo Monster is reminiscent in tone (not style) of John Porcellino at his sensation-of-moments airiest, with seemingly half the pages in the book devoted specifically to evocation: word balloons floating idle chatter in the air, familiar characters’ faces gazing out, words repeating, images repeating, airplanes, rabbits, scribbles on a desk, not so far from the scribbles that are the children.

5.0 out of 5 stars A uniquely brilliant manga.
By hi on 11 May 2010
Format: Paperback
Taiyo Matsumoto is not your average manga artist. Blue Spring, one of his earlier works, is a collection of short stories about adolescents in the transition between youth and manhood. They refuse to conform to what they see as a bleak present and an even bleaker future, as if confused and angered by it all, with Matsumoto showing their detachment through their daily escapades with the yakuza, society and themselves. It is unflinching in depicting the harshness of their realities with the stories ranging from a deadly rooftop game to a group of young baseball players reminiscing over a game of mahjong with ‘Revolver’ being my favourite and most complete of the stories.

It struck a chord with me because the anxieties they felt were very human while their brash actions and sometimes extreme violence depicted how we would act if we rebelled against our inhibitions. The characters all had recognisable qualities in them but at times felt quite disturbing, especially in ‘What do you want do be when you grow up, Yukio?’ The content is quite explicit throughout underpinning the nihilistic lives that these youths lead with the raw art style reflecting this.

I didn’t expect to like Blue Spring as much as I did but definitely feel lucky to have found it. It doesn’t try to act as a social commentary, it simply acts as a depiction, with the author himself putting it best when describing youth as a blue time:

“Blue – that indistinct blue that paints the town moments before the sun rises. Winter is coming.”

 

(E) Dotting this mental-temporal landscape are startling scenes and images, ranging from a multi-page depiction of a boy swimming in front of an adult — every page-topping wide panel set outside the pool exactly the same while below are jagged, tense variations of working through water with a cramp — to one of the indelible character designs of 2009(/2000) in the form of the story’s semi-antagonist I.Q., an older boy wearing a silly assortment of boxes over his head, always with a single hole cut out to reveal a spectacularly eerie photorealistic cross-hatched eye, always the most detailed bit of anatomy on any given page. Cross-hatching serves as the looming presence of adulthood throughout the book, finally erupting in a classic I-am-a-master-cartoonist-and-I-can-do-ANYTHING-I-WANT visual blowout climax in which all panels become filled with infinitesimally minute cross-hatches and stippling so that the reader is forced to stare deeply into every panel, slowly navigating as if literally in a dark room, just barely making out faces or legs or terrible animal shapes, and it’s actually scary.

By L. Martin on August 3, 2015
Format: Hardcover Verified Purchase
This is a very strange manga. It is BEAUTIFULLY set up (pretty covers and slipcase, unusually high quality paper) which suggests to me that someone thought it was somthing extraordinarily fine. And yes it a fine manga—of a particular type. It is a story of an boy who is an outcast at school and lives in his imagination instead. This is a deeply meaningful subject for me because I was such a boy, and the first half or more of the book does a great job of showing how that feels, and what a great thing it is for a boy like that when he makes a friend. However, not much beyond that ever happens! No matter how symapthetic one is to the MC, I think any reader would like some events, developments, changes etc., and particularly a nice ending. I was waiting for some of any of those things, perhaps building interestingly upon the boy’s being able to further develop his new friendship with a second boy in the school, this one also being a semi-outcast like him, but instead all I got was an incomprehensible ending. I was disappointed.

The first half or two thirds of this manga tells such a moving story of the child outcast life that I can recommend it for that. Be prepared to deal with a mysterious ending, and perhaps you’ll love it as others here have.

 

(F) All of this seems absolutely effortless, from the most worked-over panels to the (far more plentiful) pages of perfect, energetic doodling. I have no problem believing that Matsumoto may not have known what would be two pages ahead of him at any given time, though I doubt that’s true, it’s too complete a work. The book is best read in one sitting; it’s a breeze of a comic, sincerely refreshing. So great is its artist’s expressive power that even the book’s chilly, ill-fitting English typeface seems outright alien, as if drawing attention to the futility of translation. Aesthetes may still object, and they wouldn’t be wrong.

 

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Writing

https://letsfallasleep.wordpress.com/2008/10/29/taiyo-matsumoto-and-michael-arias-influences/

http://marvelous-coma.blogspot.co.uk/2009/12/no5-vol2.html

http://www.cartoonstudies.org/schulz/blog/matsumoto-taiyo-a-comic-essay/

http://sites.gsu.edu/awalsh6/portfolio/critical-reflective-statement/

 

Podcast with great links below

http://www.factualopinion.com/the_factual_opinion/2013/06/taiyo-matsumoto-and-his-comics.html

 

All numbered and lettered points pertaining to Gogo Monster are written by Joe McCulloch and can be found in their original form by scrolling down at this link –

http://joglikescomics.blogspot.co.uk/2010/01/most-equivocal.html


 

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p.s. Hey. ** Steeqhen, Hi. Desserts are always a good idea, no? Oh, that spot was in the library. I thought maybe you lived in some manor or something. I think it’s interesting, or maybe I mean uninteresting, to think about why people are offended by other people’s joy. Unless, okay, if it’s a reckless general mood disruptor. A friend of mine was the show runner on the first few seasons of the American ‘Big Brother’, and she let me sneak around in the set’s secret one-way mirrored tunnels and spy on them. That was interesting, but they weren’t particularly. Anyway, you are clearly fully primed to make reality TV make meta-sense. And there’s probably even a healthy market for such a study. I can’t say where the film premiere is yet, but there’ll be screenings and stuff in Europe for sure. I hope the essay welcomed you back promiscuously. ** _Black_Acrylic, ‘Eating Raoul’ is fun. ‘Death Race 2000’ too, if you want a second taste. Okay, that’s good enough for me. ‘Messiah of Evil’, here I come. Thanks, buddy. ** jay, Oh, good, about your LA friend. And if I happen to be visiting there while you’re visiting, I can add my tour guide skills. Poquito Mas fucking rules! But it’s careful outfit. Only three of them, all in the LA confines. Maybe I’ll start a Kickstarter to get the ball rolling. My go-to Xmas gift for special people or people I wanted to like me was to make a gift for each of the person’s senses. So, individual gifts targeting their taste, smell, touch, hearing, and a fifth sense, I can’t remember what would be. And I’d individually wrap them imaginatively and then wrap all five in a big wrapped package. People loved it. I had a friend in high school who was obsessed with ‘The Magus’. I don’t think I’ve heard anyone talk about that novel in a billion decades. How strange. I’ve never understood why people have problems with age gaps in relationships. I assume it’s somehow part of the general ugly tendency amongst the formerly young to view the young with immediate suspicion. What’s that about? So weird. Anyway, maybe don’t bring up necrophilia or speak of it in a scholarly fashion if you must? ** Dominik, Hi!!! It’ll be a few months until ‘RT”s birth, but we still have some last fiddling to do, and we have to make a trailer and stuff, so that’s fine. Any clue why Facebook has decided you’re a candidate for earplugs? My feed at the current time thinks I’m addicted to pet rescue videos, which I am, that I’m hungry for every possible bit of trivia about The Beatles, Deep Purple, Emerson Lake & Palmer, and some guitarist named Tommy Bolin, which I am not, that I follow or care about the World Wrestling Federation, which I don’t, and, like I said, that I’m the world’s biggest AC/DC fan. My feed doesn’t understand me at all. Me too, about Xmas trees. Especially the young ones, of course. Love realising that he’s never taken a bubble bath, G. ** Joseph, Hi. Thank you mentioning me in the same breath with Mr Bartel. And yes, fuck ’em! Thanks about the ‘RT’ related success. We’re not entirely in the clear re: its problems, but we’re on its fringes. Congrats on being a finalist! Votive candles are lit. Um, yeah, my novel ‘My Loose Thread’. Very long short as short as possible: It was the only novel I ever ‘sold’ on a proposal, which I will never do again. A publisher bought it and paid the biggest advance I ever got but then folded about two weeks later. That publisher’s books, including mine, were inherited by Harper Collins, and my future book ended up at the Ecco imprint. So I wrote the novel and turned it in, and the editor hated it and thought it was shit, and they wouldn’t publish it and demanded my advance back, which was ridiculous since they didn’t even pay for the advance, and I’d already spent it and was broke. My agent tried to reason with them, but no. He tried to get other publishers to take the book, but they wouldn’t because of the debt they’d have to pay to Harper Collins. Finally my agent found a small UK-based publisher who said that they would take the novel, and he worked out a deal with them where they wouldn’t pay directly for the book but would direct all money the book earned to Harper Collins. Harper Collins finally said, ok, and released the novel from its prison. Then the UK publisher basically dumped the novel with no publicity, and so the book got lost, and I’ll never earn a penny from it. So, that’s closest I’ve been to your situation. I won’t eat Vindaloo even with a healthy tooth, at least not today, if you promise not to fly to Japan and visit the newly opened Kong Country section of Nintendo Land in Osaka without taking me along. ** James, Very happy that the blog is doing its part in filling you in. Amiable, thank you, I like that. Amiability is an honorable goal. Congrats on your swell of pride and on the sweets and on your generosity with them. Hopefully if your brother does dig he’ll only dig up ‘God Jr.’ because then he’ll think you’re a swell, normal person. Yes, I grew up in LA. What was that like? That’s a vast question, I don’t know. It was great, it did the trick, it made me a weird, nice guy, and I thank it for that. LA isn’t like a normal city. It’s just a huge sprawl of small towns kind of glued together. Festivities galore to you, bud. ** T, Hey, hey! Where did you go in Japan? Wait, let’s talk about it in person. Unsurprising, yes, but wonderful that you found it amazing. I’m dying to get back there. I’m seeing ‘Crowd’ tomorrow. I haven’t seen it in a long time, and there’s a bunch of new cast members. There’s no text in ‘Crowd’. My contribution was creating each of the characters — the dancers are all specific characters with complicated back stories and relationships to each other, but all of that is kind of hidden away and you have to look for it. Basinski in April, yes! There’s also some kind of electronic music festival/event at Centquatre coming up, but I can’t remember when or who’s playing. Maybe that, if it’s not while you’re abroad? ** Lucas, Hey. ‘The Passion According to G.H.’ is a really good Lispector, if my memory’s working. Very beautiful collage! Hm, I think I prefer the one at the top, if I had to choose, I think. Both versions great. Everyone, a new collage by the mighty Lucas, or, rather, two variations on a single collage. Go do yourself a favor and check it/them out. Paris has been pretty lowkey, but, yes, chilly. But things pick up starting tomorrow: dance event, buche eating, friends, see art, eat restaurant food, etc. Be Wednesday’s superstar. ** Steve, News about the Aphex Twin. Very cool. The boss of the current level of the game I’m on hasn’t revealed itself yet, but it’s a frozen world, so my guess is that it will either be a giant evil ice cube or a giant evil ice sculpture. I’ll confirm once I go face to face with it. I suppose you don’t know what makes fetish urine fetish-y rather than just urine any more than I do? ** Matthew Doyle, Well, hey there, Matt! Great to see you, pal! Bartel-wise, I would start with ‘Death Race 2000’ or ‘Eating Raoul’. Yeah, so strange, those LA photos, no? They made me feel something acutely, but I’m not sure what that is. Thanks about the premiere news. Yeah, Zac and I are happy. And awesome that you’ve become pals with Yar. Yar’s the best. Cool photo of you in the motion capture suit. Excited for that project’s fruition. I’ve only just glanced at the pix of Yuehao’s paintings and haven’t read your intro yet, but I like them a lot. The Super Mario 64 vibe is very present. Nice! Congrats to her (and you)! Enjoy Xmas-y Boston. I’m readying to celebrate French Xmas with a Buche de Noel with Zac, Ange, a.o. in tow. ** Jimmy, Hi. Good to know about my chastity vibes’ power. I’ll be looking for other occasions where they might come in handy. Cool, I can now picture you reading tarot reasonably well. Uh, I’ve had friends do my tarot cards over the years, and I don’t remember either being blown away or suspicious, and I don’t know what that means. Find something to feast on over there, no? xo ** HaRpEr, Fucking Cloudflare, grr. Where’s ‘God’ when you need ‘Him/Her/Them’. That ‘each to his own’ French thing is very true and very present. I really, really like it. It’s very relaxing. Paris is A-okay in May. Good time to test it out if you end up being able to do that. Yeah, one should never take any venue’s rejection of one’s work as anything but a highly subjective decision. It means nothing, even if the venue seems high and mighty. Sure hope they get the funding for the chapbook/zine. Surely they will. How much can it cost? They can do a benefit something or other. I’m friends with Mary Woronov. Well, I haven’t seen her in ages, but I’m sure we’re still friends. She’s really fun and neurotic and hilarious. ** Bill, Hi, B! Ah, shit, Cloudflare got you even in Taipei? Thanks for the Luv-a-fair back story. I’m going to read up. I went to Medusa’s too. I think maybe even I did a reading there? I’m not sure. Everything still going well there? What have you been up to? ** Huckleberry Shelf, Hi, Huckleberry! Awesome to see you! How was LA? Did its charms filter in? Did you see David and/or Amy? Paris is chilly, but I can still go outside and walk at a reasonably leisurely pace without needing to duck into heated stores every block or so. It doesn’t really get scary cold here anymore. But famous last words. Fantastic news about you and The Baffler! That’s a really good site, obviously. I’m excited to read it. I don’t think I’ve read prose by you yet. Great! I’ll click over there as soon as Friday dawns, or at least after I’ve had a couple of cups of coffee. Thank you about here, and it’s always a finer place when you’re in attendance. You doing anything you’re looking forward to at Xmas? Best, me. ** Right. Today I restore a wild and wooly guest-post about the comix artist and sometimes anime-maker Taiyo Matsumoto made by a long-time if recently rather scarce distinguished local named Jamie. Have all the fun it allows and that you can. See you tomorrow.

Paul Bartel Day

 

‘Paul Bartel, who died aged 61 after undergoing surgery for cancer of the liver, said early on in his career, “I’m very interested in doing eccentric, individual low-budget films” – and he hardly ever swerved from that intention.

‘It was Death Race 2000 (1975), a typical Roger Corman production, that gave Bartel the chance to make his name. A campy, sci-fi comedy, which, like the best comic-books, caricatured the horrors of contemporary society, the film involved a trans-American car race in which every pedestrian is fair game, the winner being determined by the quickest time and highest body count. It starred the then-unknown Sylvester Stallone, as “Machine Gun” Viterbo. Although much of it was Corman’s conception, many of the quirky nasty bits came from Bartel.

‘It was a terrific hit with the Saturday night crowd, and, as a result, Corman gave him another car-crash movie, Cannonball, the following year, in which the participants in a cross-country race include a mad German, comic feminists and crooked country-and-western singers. The comedy was broader, but no less black, than in the first film; among the in-jokes were appearances by Corman, as a district attorney who wants to ban the race, Martin Scorsese and Bartel himself, bald, bearded and portly.

‘Bartel came to the movies after taking a four-year course in film and theatre at the University of California, Los Angeles. He spent a year on a Fulbright scholarship at the Centro Sperimentale film school in Rome, before returning to the US to make television commercials, and a couple of comic-erotic shorts, The Secret Cinema (1966), about a New York secretary for whom everybody’s paranoid fantasy becomes a reality, and the self-explanatory Naughty Nurse (1970).

‘This led to his first feature, a bad-taste sexual comedy called Private Parts (1972), which told of a runaway teenage girl taking refuge in a seedy San Francisco hotel inhabited by perverts.

‘While serving on the jury of the 1979 Berlin film festival, Bartel wrote the initial script for Eating Raoul. Filming began in November 1980, a weekend at a time, and was finished more than a year later. As Bartel explained: “I wanted to make a film about two, greedy uptight people who are not so unlike you and me and Nancy and Ronnie [Reagan], and to keep it funny and yet communicate something about the perversity of these values.”

‘In the film, Bartel and Mary Woronov (from Andy Warhol’s Factory) play Paul and Mary Bland, who dream of buying a house and a restaurant in the country. But the only way they can finance their dream is by murdering every swinger and sleazeball in Hollywood, who, according to Paul, are “horrible, sex-crazed perverts that nobody will miss anyway.”

‘Bartel and Woronov, who had previously appeared together in Rock ‘n’ Roll High School (1979), play the couple in a wonderfully deadpan manner. Black comedy is a difficult art to carry off, but he strikes the right comic chord from the start, and there is not a drop of blood visible.

‘After this satire, he turned out a surprisingly feeble comedy, Not For Publication, and a relentlessly camp B-western spoof, Lust In The Dust (both 1984). The latter starred Divine, the drag queen of trash, as dancehall “girl” Rosie Velez, who is rescued by gunman Tab Hunter, the former Hollywood pin-up boy and pop singer.

‘Bartel then returned to the sadistic world of Eating Raoul with Scenes From The Class Struggle In Beverly Hills (1989), in which he played Dr Mo Van de Camp. But, whereas the former film had a unity of tone, the latter was a strained soap opera lampoon, frenziedly trying to shock. The movie ends with the Cole Porter song ‘Let’s Be Outrageous (Let’s Misbehave)’, something Bartel did both well and badly over the years.

‘The final film he directed was Shelf Life (1995), in which three grown-up children act out scenes from television. He also appeared regularly in friends’ movies. In Joe Dante’s Hollywood Boulevard (1975), Bartel steals the show as a pretentious exploitation director, anxious to “spice up the crucifixion scene”.

‘In Desire And Hell At Sunset Motel (1992), he played the sinister manager, and he had small parts in The Usual Suspects (1995), Basquiat (1996) and in the gay romance Billy’s Hollywood Screen Kiss (1998). His valedictory screen appearance was as Osric in an ill-conceived Hamlet (2000), starring Ethan Hawke.’ — Ronald Bergan

 

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Further

Paul Bartel @ Wikipedia
Paul Bartel @ IMDb
PB @ MUBI
PB @ Letterboxd
Book: ‘PAUL BARTEL: THE LIFE AND FILMS’
Shelf Life: The Movie
Bartel, Paul (1938-2000)
Props for Paul Bartel
RIP Paul Bartel
Podcast: Remembering Paul Bartel.
The “Frivolous Gravitas” of Paul Bartel
Unusual Appetites
Director Report Card: Paul Bartel (1972)
Paul Bartel’s Guilty Pleasures
Paul Bartel Eats His Heart Out
Rom-Coms Turned Cannibalistic in ‘Eating Raoul’
Director Report Card: Paul Bartel (1982)
Paul Bartel Sticks It to the Idle Rich

 

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Extras


Paul Bartel Interview (Director/Actor 1938-2000)


Paul Bartel & Mary Woronov on “Eating Raoul”


Joan Quinn Profiles: Paul Bartel and Andrea Robinson

 

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Actor


Charles Hirsch Utterly Without Redeeming Social Value (1969)


Joe Dante Hollywood Boulevard (1976)


Joe Dante Piranha (1978)


Allan Arkush Rock ‘n’ Roll High School (1979)


Allan Arkush Get Crazy (1983)


Jim Wynorski Chopping Mall (1986)


William Fruet Killer Party (1986)


Joe Dante Amazon Women on the Moon (1987)


Michael Schroeder Mortuary Academy (1988)


Paul S. Parco Pucker Up and Bark like a Dog (1989)


Joe Dante Gremlins 2: The New Batch (1990)


Mario Van Peebles Posse (1993)


Tales of the City (1993)


Julian Schnabel Basquiat (1996)


Tommy O’Haver Billy’s Hollywood Screen Kiss (1998)

 

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Interview

 

Did success spoil Paul Bartel? Well, yes and no.

To illustrate, let’s zoom in for a moment on the life and times of the director best known for his films Eating Raoul, Death Race 2000 and other social satires that the American-born auteur made far from the Hollywood studio system before his untimely death in 2000, at age 62. Ready. Quiet. Action

Close-up of Paul loving Raoul: Over lunch in a downtown Toronto hotel restaurant where the waiters in celebration of “ethnic eating day” sport name tags proclaiming their place of origin (Hi! My Name’s Habib. I’m From Egypt!), Bartel is pleasantly surprised when asked by an approaching fan if he would autograph a poster advertising Eating Raoul, the 1981 film satirizing the cannibalizing habits of America’s urbane middle class. “I’d be delighted,” the portly director beams. (Habib gives him a Coke for free.)

Three-quarter shot of Paul resenting Raoul: Taking thoughtful sips from his glass of Coke, Bartel says the price of celebrity is this: His latest film, Shelf Life, made in 1995, had its opening delayed for more than a year because distributors were miffed that it was not Eating Raoul, or anything like his other eight movies. In short, they said it was not a Bartel flick at all, a sentiment shared by the organizers of the Sundance and Toronto International film festivals, who, by rejecting Shelf Life, almost buried it forever.

A screen adaptation of a strange but intimate play about three Kennedy- era siblings who live 30 years underground in their parents’ bomb shelter, Shelf Life is a parody of “nuclear” family values and pop culture attitudes. The 83-minute film marks a departure for Bartel because, for one thing, he didn’t script it himself. He saw the play, written by actors Andrea Stein, O-Lan Jones and Jim Turner to showcase their highly eccentric performing style, in Los Angeles, where he now lives (he’s a native of Brooklyn). He was instantly smitten.

It was a small enough project to be made independently – that is, with $500,000 (U.S.), of which $350,000 was his own money – but he was also intrigued, he says, by the comic energy of the performers, the resonance of their ideas about American culture, about relations between men and women and about how restricting physical realities can be opened up by the strength of the imagination.

But once finished, Shelf Life was, well . . . shelved. “The greatest problem about getting this film released has been because of my earlier work,” bemoans Bartel. “People expect Eating Raoul or Not for Publication. They are surprised when they see it, even confused. Even though it has something in common with my other films in that it’s also about unconventional subjects. But the style is so completely different and that’s what throws people.”

Pull-away of Paul wishing Raoul would retire: “A producer sent me a play the other day that he wants made into a film,” Bartel says. “It’s a about a woman who is raped by a friend of her uncle and in the second act she gets revenge by serving them a meal, the remains of the aborted fetus.” (The Egyptian sunlight fades quickly from the face of an eavesdropping Habib.) “It was quite well written,” Bartel continues without pause. “But I realized while reading it that the producer thought of me only because of that moment of cannibalism. And I thought, oh God, I’ve become typed as the cannibal director.”

Cut to Paul in another place and time: There are other things you could call Bartel, not all of them having to do with flesh-eating wannabes from the suburbs. Angry young man, for instance. “I think I got involved making films about society and especially about problems in society because I used to be a pretty angry guy,” confides the director, graduate of UCLA’s film school and Rome’s Centro Sperimentale di Cinematografia and sometime actor in films like Rock ‘n’ Roll High School and Amazon Woman.

“I am gay,” he continues. “And I think that being gay has been the biggest source of conflict in my life. And growing up in the 1950s it was taboo to be gay. I don’t think it was easy for my parents. But I also had a sense at the time that my parents had misrepresented society to me, and also other passions which they didn’t approve of or didn’t allude to and didn’t condone. As I grew up I came to terms with that, and with my parents, and more importantly with myself.”

Bartel has addressed his gay identity in some of his films, Scenes From the Class Struggle in Beverly Hills, for instance, and also in a new script he is writing tentatively called Modern Marriage. “It’s about two guys who are roommates, one’s gay and one’s straight, and both are about to enter a long-term relationship with another person though each has a problem with commitment. It’s more straight, if you’ll pardon the pun, in that I’m not looking to criticize here, but rather to show how people can be brought together. I will do this by minimizing differences instead of exacerbating them.”

Fade on Paul as eternal optimist: “I’ve always been more interested in doing my own eccentric little films instead of being a studio director,” relates the one-time apprentice of Roger Corman (The Wild Angels, The Trip ), and mentor to Martin Scorsese, Francis Ford Coppola and Peter Bogdanovich. Bartel says he likes to have control over his work. If it’s bad (like the ill-reputed Lust in the Dust, a western parody starring Divine) then the responsibility’s all his. If it’s good, then pride will prevail. “Despite the rejection at a number of festivals, I believe in this film,” Bartel offers. “I know it really works.” (Habib smiles.)

 

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Paul Bartel’s 11 films

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The Secret Cinema (1968)
‘A woman suspects that someone has clandestinely been filming her life and that her friends and acquaintences are seeing the movies in secret screenings.’ — MUBI


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Naughty Nurse (1969)
‘Similarly to The Secret Cinema (another short film from Paul Bartel), Naughty Nurse can be appreciated on both the surface and more parodic levels. Nurse still manages to be genuinely sexually provocative while also being very funny and intentionally odd to some degree. It is a unique and straightforward sex romp that clocks in at an appropriately brief eight minutes. Definitely worth watching, even if you aren’t particularly into it (and I mean ‘into it’ in a non-sexual manner, by the way), as it is super short.’ — framptonhollis


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Private Parts (1972)
‘In the sleaziest corner of Los Angeles, the King Edward Hotel has a new arrival in the form of Cheryl, a runaway teen. She’s hoping to put her life back together but somewhere in the musty halls of the King Edward lurks another guest — who just loves to chop people apart!’ — Letterboxd


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Death Race 2000 (1975)
‘Make no mistake: this is a 1970s Roger Corman production, and as such it is an unabashed exploitation film. The bare flesh is as gratuitous as the violence (for reasons never quite made clear, all of the drivers’ TV interviews are conducted fully nude while receiving massages from attractive members of the opposite sex), and some gags– I am here looking squarely at Matilda the Hun and her navigator, Herman the German– would absolutely not fly today. But if Death Race 2000 is trash, then it’s really great trash. I first encountered it in high school while channel-surfing late at night, and its mix of snotty humor and not-quite-mindless violence felt like manna beaming directly into my fevered teenage mind. Films this audacious and brashly funny were rare at the drive-ins of 1975, and they’re even rarer in the multiplexes of today. In a world of superhero films, Death Race 2000 is a comic book movie– in the best possible sense of the word.’ — Oscar Goff


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CARQUAKE (1976)
‘After the success of DEATH RACE 2000, Roger Corman and New World Pictures wanted another car picture out of auteur/performer Paul Bartel, and so he submitted to them a project that would have been completely wonderful and astounding called… “FRANKENCAR.” Corman wouldn’t spring for it, though, wanting something a little cheaper and more mainstream, especially in comparison to DEATH RACE 2000, whereupon men and women in cars that looked like dragons and cattle and gatling guns ran over pedestrians for sport. Corman wanted a standard cross-country racing movie, and Bartel, deep in depression, feared he would be pigeonholed as an action director. Despite it all, he grudgingly delivered his “car movie.”‘ — Junta Juleil


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Eating Raoul (1982)
‘A sleeper hit of the early 1980s, Eating Raoul is a bawdy, gleefully amoral tale of conspicuous consumption. Warhol superstar Mary Woronov and cult legend Paul Bartel (who also directed) portray a prudish married couple who feel put upon by the swingers living in their apartment building. One night, by accident, they discover a way to simultaneously rid themselves of the “perverts” down the hall and realize their dream of opening a restaurant. A mix of hilarious, anything-goes slapstick and biting satire of me-generation self-indulgence, Eating Raoul marked the end of the sexual revolution with a thwack.’ — The Criterion Collection


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Not for Publication (1984)
Not for Publication is a Paul Bartel film that feels like a cross between a Bartel film and a mediocre 80s comedy. The first half is an okay at best threading of the needle between those two things but the second half is a total letdown devolving into just an underwhelming generic 80s comedy. About halfway in the warehouse scene when Barry starts getting holier than thou on Lois is when it nosedives sharply.

‘It’s sad but easy to see how this was a failure, Bartel is too weird for a wide audience but the film is too tame to really inspire any cult interest either. The wildest it gets is the little dance scene in animal costumes that Nancy Allen and David Naughton do, but it doesn’t come close to anything in like, Eating Raoul. Overall, everything is just too tame.’ — Erik [Auk]


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Lust in the Dust (1984)
‘Divine starred — along with Tab Hunter (the two had worked together before, co-starring in the aforementioned Waters film Polyester) — in one of the most ridiculous Westerns you’ve never seen, Paul Bartel’s Lust in the Dust (1985), which is like a cross between Cat Ballou (1965), Three Amigos! (1986), and a drag show at an insane asylum. Of course, I mean that in the best possible way. This film is notable for a few reasons: (1) It’s the only relatively mainstream Western I know of, and I’ve seen a few hundred, that features a drag queen as the lead. (Women occasionally dress like men as a matter of disguise in Westerns, of course, but it always makes sense with regard to the plot; in Lust in the Dust, Divine is just Divine, as she was in Waters’ films, i.e. there’s never any acknowledgement within the film that Divine was born a man and is dressed as a woman.) (2) This is the first non-Waters film Divine appeared in. Apparently, according to various sources on the internet, Waters was offered the opportunity to direct Lust in the Dust but said no since he didn’t write the script.’ — Ron Felten


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The Longshot (1986)
‘Bartel’s second work-for-hire film in a row following 1985’s Lust in the Dust. It’s a lame and tame comedy about a bunch of old guys (plus Ted Wass, 5 years after he was the son on “Soap”, 5 years before he became the dad on “Blossom”) trying to win big at the track. Schemes for betting on horses, seducing crazy women, avoiding gangsters. Ideal for lazy middle aged men with inattentive senses of humor. Star Tim Conway wrote this, but the ’80s weren’t a flattering time for him. You’d think a vehicle with him and “Carol Burnett Show” pal Harvey Korman (and Jack Weston too, aka mean old Max Kellerman in the following year’s “Dirty Dancing”) might stand a chance at some endearing cast chemistry at least, but mostly they act like they’re performing physical labor for a paycheck, not having fun among friends nearing retirement age. They rarely seem at all happy or energized to be there.’ — Michael Eternity


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Scenes From The Class Struggle In Beverly Hills (1989)
‘Elegant drollery and wit flow through Paul Bartel’s Scenes From the Class Struggle in Beverly Hills like German steel purrs down Sunset Boulevard. A haughty insouciance attends it; the film has a permanently cocked eyebrow. If that was all the film had, it would still be the most entertaining American character comedy of the year. Hell, make that the last five years. But Bartel has the classic double vision of a true satirist, and under his waspish humor runs a strong current of idealistic morality, expressed in his characters’ poignant longing to be done with their own foolishness. Bartel’s tale of sexual desire and social restraint typically gets most of its laughs from the embarrassment both his rich and poor buffoons suffer at the exposure of their intimate selves. Discretion, the armed enforcer of taste and the repressor of personality, is the real subject of this class struggle.’ — Henry Sheehan


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Shelf Life (1993)
‘Since his untimely death in 2000, Bartel’s work as both director and comedic actor has been celebrated around the world, praised by Hollywood luminaries such as Steven Spielberg, Brian De Palma, and Martin Scorsese as well as his many colleagues on the fringe– Jim Jarmusch, John Waters, Joe Dante, and Allan Arkush, to name just a few. Shelf Life was his last feature directorial effort, and has never been released. Synopsis: In 1963, a paranoid middle-class couple locks themselves and their small kids in their nuclear fallout shelter. 30 years later, their oblivious son and two daughters still survive there playing absurd games.’ — Shelf Life the Movie


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