Wednesday, April 29, 2009

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Let’s Get Lost (1988)

Starring: Chet Baker, Various succubi

The Gist: A documentary charting the highs, both chemical and career-related, and the lows, both chemical and female-related, of all-round jazz legend Chet Baker. It’s a story you’ve heard a thousand times before: gifted and charming musical genius becomes popular and rich and famous for being a gifted and charming musical genius BUT THEN he makes friends with the drugs and he loses his gift and his charm and his money. In this case he also loses his teeth which it turns out isn’t such a good thing for someone who makes a living out of singing and playing the trumpet real nice. There’s a lot of talk about “getting lost” throughout the film, which is used as a metaphor in connection to music, drugs and life in general. However I choose to interpret it as the final death-cry of his teeth as they decided to jump from a sinking ship.

And then what happens?: The director seems to take the angle that if it weren’t for the women he surrounded himself with then Baker would have been fine. They all get introduced in a nice, positive light that has you thinking “ah, he should’ve stuck with her, she’s level-headed” until about five minutes later when they get edited into destructive leeches. I know Hollywood has reduced women to this for years but the seeming misogyny stands out a lot more here. I say “seeming misogyny” as a disclaimer since these could be genuinely wretched women. Who knows?

Wait, was that?: Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers? Yes, yes it was.

Level of Crazy: 10. True life crazy always gets a 10.

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