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Crackbook & Marty


I‘ve admitted to a minor Facebook addiction in these pages. But if anything will cure that, it’s questionable applications like the “Which Hollywood Director Are You” quiz.

The quiz offers a series of not very challenging questions like “What’s Your Scene? – Bars, Sports, Clubs, Outdoors or Music”; after doing 10 vague multip;e choice questions like these, I hit the submit button, only to receive the news that I was 45% like Martin Scorsese. I was mercifully 0% like Steven Spielberg, but if you’d ever met me, you’d know I am actually NOTHING like the director of Taxi Driver, Goodfellas and The Aviator. Scorsese is the fast-talking, enthusiastic movie expert whose visceral, violent flicks have explored the American male psyche for a generation. Me? I enjoy watching the Gilmore Girls.

If I’m like any of the choices on offer in this quiz, then I bear some resemblance to the nerdly Steven Soderbergh. The slack questions lead to a 2% match with this director, so I could tell right there that the whole set-up was screwy. I'm sure Steve is an avid follower of the antics of Rory and Lorelei Gilmore in Stars Hollow.

I meet a number of filmmakers at Media Dell’Arte, where I work, and I think 99% of them would resemble Scorsese, if you asked them the same loosely-worded questions.

As much as I have enjoyed Scorsese’s work previously (Raging Bull would make my Top 10) I am a little disappointed with his latest outing. A short bit of blah called the Key to Reserva (check it out here or here). Basically it’s a commercial for wine done in the style of a Hitchcock film. It is presented as a real ‘behind the scenes’ film showing what Scorsese would do if he found some unfilmed Hitchcock script pages. Parts of it are very well done, but in the end I found it hard not to feel, meh – why’d you bother with this ad, Marty?

Pastiche and or homage always feels like a tremendous waste of energy and resources to me. The Key to Reserva is in a similar category to Baz Luhrmann’s ludicrous (and well-paying) Chanel No.5 commercial with Nicole Kidman. Luhrmann seemed to be pastiching himself in that one and it’s hard to say if that’s better or worse.

For some reason I am not judgemental about Scorsese’s very amusing American Express commercial.

So, providing that I’m entertained, that makes rampant commercialism and hocking one’s name for a product, acceptable, I guess.


Mr Trivia


hey there, trivi-boy. why didn't you cut the youtube vids into your blog, pal? i had to click on a link and open up new windows and all sorts of stuff. don't you know how fiddly that is? i don't have that kind of time. the lid is coming down real fast, time-waster. plus - you lost a "customer" to youtube. that's like losing a straight scotch drinker to coca cola or something. skill up!
Mr Trivia said…

Your technical expertise is always useful - and this is not the first of these type of advices you have posted in a Mr Triv comments section.

In this case I have no problem embedding a YouTube video. I can do and have done it with my buddies over at I choose not to have flashvideo on my blog because I don't like the look and I find the extra download time annoying when I see them on other people's blogs.

I prefer to give people the choice to wander over to YouTube if they wish to check this material out.

So thank you for the exhortation to "skill up", but I'm happy with things the way they are...

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