geezer cinema: the dry (robert connolly, 2020)

I hadn't heard of this one, which was a box office hit in Australia, proving once again that it's a good idea to let someone else pick the movie on occasion. The Dry is a who-done-it that tells two connected stories with local color and a quiet intelligence. It doesn't beat you over the head, but it's far from boring. Eric Bana stars, and he carries the film by sliding into the overall feel, mostly quiet but with an uncertain past and the ability to take action. The rest of the cast was unknown to me, other than the immortal Bruce Spence, who almost 40 years earlier played the Gyro Captain in Mad Max 2. It's fun ... his voice is the same, even if he looks 40 years older.

The cinematography from Director of Photography Stefan Duscio makes full use of the dryness of the environment (they are in the middle of a drought, hence the title). I wish I could say more about The Dry. It's a perfectly good film for an afternoon, and I have no complaints. But I feel like I'll have forgotten it in a month. Nice use of "Under the Milky Way" by The Church, sung by BeBe Bettencourt, who also has a part in the flashback segments.


music friday: rock and roll hall of fame part 5

[This is the last in the series of artists I've seen, that haven't previously been featured in this long series, who are in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. They'll appear in order of their induction, and I'll mostly avoid comments ... I'll just post some relevant videos.]

Lou Reed, inducted 2015. (Winterland, 1974; Berkeley Community Theater, 1976, 1989; Old Waldorf, 1978, 1980. I may have forgotten a few others.) These are the shows I can remember. I'm sure Winterland in '74 was the first ... that was the Sally Can't Dance tour, where Reed famously simulated shooting up on stage. He wasn't as good as when I saw him at later club dates, nor was he as good as Rock 'n' Roll Animal, which had come out late the year before. But he was good enough. Here he is from earlier in 1974:

Steve Miller, inducted 2016. (Fillmore Auditorium, 1967). Part of the legendary-to-me first rock concert I ever attended (I'd seen Judy Collins a few months earlier). Chuck Berry was 40, and hadn't had a hit for a few years, but he was still Chuck Berry, and he was still a touring artist. He would use local bands for backup, which for these nights at the Fillmore meant the local Steve Miller Blues Band. This was just before Boz Scaggs joined. It occurs to me that this is a perfect Hall of Fame post, since all of the artists on that long-ago rock concert ended up in the Hall: Chuck Berry, the Animals, and Steve Miller. Here is what Miller and the band sounded like back then, before their first album: