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I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD!

By Dustin Rowles | Posted Under Trailers | Comments (32)



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1989’s Dead Poets Society was probably the first serious movie I ever loved and, perhaps, the first movie — save for E.T. when I was seven — that elicited tears. It was a huge sleeper hit that year. It hung around the top ten in the box office for months, though it never hit number one. It got by purely on word of mouth. And it was a bloody fantastic movie.

But you know what? If I saw the Dead Poets Society trailer today, I’d have never gone to see the movie. It gets absolutely everything wrong. It tries to sell the movie as a straight Robin Williams’ comedy full of his obnoxious impersonations, which is actually kind of strange, since Williams proved two years before that he could deftly weave comedy and drama in Good Morning, Vietnam. The trailer fails to capture the tone of Dead Poets Society, and anyone walking into the movie based on the trailer alone probably would’ve been surprised to find that it was actually a very moving, inspirational, and — at times — dark film as much about death as it was Carpe diem. That’s probably why it was a sleeper hit — no one would see it based on the trailer, and audiences only gravitated toward it based on the recommendation of friends. Whoever edited together this trailer did a huge disservice to the movie.

Watch it and compare it to the lasting memory you have of the film.










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Comments

Pure demonstrative evidence of how Williams has squandered his goodwill for about 15 years now. That trailer represents everything that is wrong with him.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at July 28, 2009 7:16 PM

The movie is more about the students than the teacher, although Robin Williams plays a big part. At least Robert Sean Leonard got some good screen time in the trailer.

Posted by: kelsy at July 28, 2009 7:27 PM

Here's the thing. I know Williams is kind of a joke and irritating but the simple truth is that I can never feel right about insulting him. I loved his movies when I was a kid (fuck you, Mrs Doubtfire was AWESOME back then) and I really feel sorry for him when anyone makes fun of him. Also doesn't help that he looks like he could be my dad's twin. So, in some bizarro part of my brain it feels like people are mocking my dad. So I like him. I will always like him. So. STOP BEING MEAN TO MY DAD.

Posted by: figgy at July 28, 2009 7:40 PM

Figgy +1. I feel the same way about Billy Connolly, no matter how many superannuation funds he hawks.

Posted by: RandyPanTheGoatboy at July 28, 2009 7:53 PM

My Dad looked like the old guy in the Benny Hill bits, So, I got nothing. Carry on. Mork out.

Posted by: slower lower at July 28, 2009 8:11 PM

So, what you're saying is marketing departments suck? Not surprising given that they're populated by alien-rejects from the galactic equivalent of suburban Jersey strip-mall staff. The cool ailens make online video sites.

/Rant=On

Trailers, "buzz" and the so-aptly-named "viral marketing" are all about making the movie seem like what these bad, alien anthropologists think you want. (Viral? What's good about a virus? Unless it makes zombies, shot in a gray-wash of awesome.) And they're desperate to make a go of it here on the blue-green marble of hell, their extra-terrestrial last-chance Texaco. It's bait-and-switch, and we're the bait and the mark in this particular midway.

So, yeah. Trailers suck. And there's no law that says a trailer has to represent the film it's for, really. As the mutant-invaders slowly figure this out, every trailer will be full of Fox-boobies, 'splodey robots and sparkley emo-vamps. Next View-Askew production? 'Splodey robot-boobs sparkling in the trailer. Next period piece? Trailer full of sparkley robot-boobs exploding.

But I've heard that in the bowels of the Interwebs there's a secretive, subversive place where you can get reviews from people with a love of the craft who are also actually interested in the experience of watching any particular movie. These people live a life of big-T Truth as They Find it.

It is said that it is a hidden, guarded place known to only a few. Even for those who pass the gates it is a violent place, full of scathing atmosphere and vitriol. Suffering fools not at all. Within, the warriors challenge even each other, calling bullshit, mocking the shallow, and ripping bad grammar and internet-FAIL even among themselves. None return from that place, and no one knows why some are drawn to try to go there.

Yet, the legend won't die. Each season, some few declare: "If this is your world, you are welcome to it. I may be seeking a fantasy, a legend that never was, but it is a far, far better thing I seek than you will ever know. You mindless toads, suckling at the IMAX-Teat of sparkley, 'splodey robot-boobs herded to your pop-culture injection by hucksters wielding i-Prods. If I go to wander ever seeking never finding, a place of intelligence and standards, happily, willingly I go better for the quest than you will ever know. Because you, you eat what the marketeers serve up and call it caviar.

These misfits are never heard from again. But sometimes, a small meme careens through the Intertubes. A distant ranting overheard by chance, full of bile, and love, demanding that things be better because they can.

So, yes, Virginia, there are marketeers in the world, full of flaccid not much. Drink deep your fill of emo-'splodey robot-boobs, and dead rainbows passing for slice of life.

But if you are strong enough, there is a land better than this, a place where a flackified trailer is dismissed with the Bah! it deserves. Or dismissed with more words, really forged only for the enjoyment of the special misfit race that lives there. That place is called Pajiba.

Posted by: BierceAmbrose at July 28, 2009 8:11 PM

I love DPS, and I love Robin Wiliiams. There, I said it, and I am not ashamed.
"Oh Captain, My Captain."

I am a sucker for inspiring teacher movies though. They get me every time.

Posted by: Lindsey with an 'e' at July 28, 2009 8:12 PM

I think we've found our next press release. Thanks, BierceAmbrose. That was fucking swell.

Posted by: Dustin Rowles at July 28, 2009 8:14 PM

Wow.

Posted by: figgy at July 28, 2009 8:23 PM

GOOOOD MORNING, IVY LEAGUE!

Posted by: gp at July 28, 2009 8:29 PM

I love DPs too, Lindsey! At least, that's what my porn statistics reveal.

Posted by: Pooping Apple? at July 28, 2009 8:35 PM

Oh lawd, I forgot I still had Pooping Apple on there...

Posted by: Sabrina with a B at July 28, 2009 8:37 PM

One question - did you giggle uncontrollably when you came up with i-prods?

Posted by: StepDown at July 28, 2009 8:41 PM

Bierce... I laughed, I cried, I kissed five minutes goodbye and it was worth it.
NICE piece of writing!

Posted by: Spender at July 28, 2009 9:01 PM

What? did I commit unintentional humor?
PORN?!?
(Clutches Pearls, blush)

Posted by: Lindsey with an 'e' at July 28, 2009 9:02 PM

That was epic, BierceAmbrose. I think Tracer Bullet has some competition....

Posted by: stardust savant at July 28, 2009 9:05 PM

It's the Internet apocalypso.

Because I just had sighting of the Anti-Pookie.

Posted by: idiosynchronic at July 28, 2009 9:11 PM

Nah, I just see DP everywhere. Number one reason why I'm a democrat.

Posted by: Sabrina with a B at July 28, 2009 9:28 PM

I don't know...everytime I saw 'Splodey robot I wanted to gouge my eyes out. There is something...just...wrong...about that.

Did somebody say DP?

Posted by: Deistbrawler at July 28, 2009 10:59 PM

I cannot add my claps to the swell of applause for BierceAmbrose at July 28, 2009 8:11 PM. I was waiting for the punch line to be, like, "That place is called Rotten Tomatoes" or something equally egregious, so reading "Pajiba" and learning that you were going for serious sted funny was, I'm sorry, a major letdown.

Besides, I've just been fucked out of another shot at winning EE.

Posted by: , (the commenter formerly known as bucdaddy) at July 28, 2009 11:31 PM

Do I want to know what the hell a DP is?

Posted by: figgy at July 28, 2009 11:32 PM

Yes, you do. It's double your fun.

Posted by: SaBrina at July 29, 2009 12:00 AM

I remember this movie quite fondly. It came out when I was in junior high and was probably one of the contributing factors (besides some good teachers of my own) that made me start REALLY reading poetry. It got to the point where any time I read a good poem, whether by someone famous or just my neighbor, I typed it up and put it in a giant binder. That went on for at least 7 years and I ended up with almost 800 poems. And yes, the binder still exists, and has been moved with me every single time.

Posted by: myysharona (formerly Sharon) at July 29, 2009 12:57 AM

Speaking of which, if I were to start a new binder for purely moving, inspirational, and random writings I come across, BierceAmbrose's bit would definitely make it. That was just lovely.

Posted by: myysharona (formerly Sharon) at July 29, 2009 1:00 AM

Yes, you do. It's double your fun.

Posted by: SaBrina at July 29, 2009 12:00 AM

Hahaha now that brought a smile to my face. Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Do I want to know what the hell a DP is?

It stands for double...double pen...double penetr....double penetrat...ohhhh fuck, you get the idea.

Posted by: Deistbrawler at July 29, 2009 2:10 AM

BierceAmbrose needs to get that engraved on a plaque. Tracer's hilarious but that's got to win EE.

Posted by: Mick J at July 29, 2009 3:18 AM

Thanks to all for the kind words. especially our gracious-ish host. I pitch in when I can. (And yes i-Prod made me snicker.)

In a bit of serendipity too perfect not to share, Megan Fox in an interview about her dead-girl-semi-lezzy-zombie movie sounds just like a few down-at-the-heel-burbs girls I knew as a little snarker back at the homestead. Oddly worldly-vapid, and knowing-shallow, with thoughts a tad out of reach of both her command of language and diction.

A bit of a yearning memory, as I didn't know those particular girls of my youth quite a well as I'd have liked to. Yes, I am that shallow.

Interview is on IO9 at the link. (I forget, do we like them? Loathe them? Tolerate them? Pretend they don't exist?)
http://io9.com/5324961/megan-fox-wants-you-to-put-on-your-sexy-shoes-and-watch-her-throw-up

Posted by: BierceAmbrose at July 29, 2009 4:51 AM

Ask the late Bill Hicks what he thinks of marketing and marketing people.

Well, you can't, because he's dead... but I'll quote him:

By the way, if anyone here is in advertising or marketing... kill yourself..

Thank you. Thank you.

Just a little thought. I'm just trying to plant seeds. Maybe one day they'll take root.

I don't know. You try. You do what you can.

Kill yourselves.

Seriously, though... if you are...

Do.

No -- really.

There's no rationalisation for what you do, and you are Satan's little helpers, OK?

Kill yourselves, seriously.

You're the ruiner of all things good.

Seriously, no, this is not a joke.

"There's gonna be a joke coming..."

There's no fucking joke coming.

You are Satan's spawn, filling the world with bile and garbage; you are fucked and you are fucking us.

Kill yourselves; it's the only way to save your fucking soul.

Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now.

Now, back to the show.

"You know what Bill's doing now, he's going for the righteous indignation dollar, that's a big dollar, a lot of people are feeling that indignation, we've done research, huge market. He's doing a good thing."

Goddammit, I'm not doing that, you scumbags. Quit putting a goddamn dollar sign on every fucking thing on this planet.

So, yeah. That's Bill Hicks, the late, very, VERY great Bill Hicks, on marketing and the people who perpetrate it upon us.

I miss him every day.

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Posted by: william at July 29, 2009 5:33 AM

Ehg. Everyone's a pillock in that flick.

Roger Ebert wrote an excellent review:

'If you are going to evoke Henry David Thoreau as the patron saint of your movie, then you had better make a movie he would have admired. Here is one of my favorite sentences from Thoreau's Walden, which I recommend for serious study by the authors of this film: " . . . instead of studying how to make it worth men's while to buy my baskets, I studied rather how to avoid the necessity of selling them." Think about it.'

http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/19890609/REVIEWS/906090301/1023

Posted by: Sarah Woolley at July 29, 2009 5:53 AM

I wonder if it suffers a bit from the Muriel's Wedding syndrome, i.e. if people know how depressing this movie actually is, they won't come to see it. I still love DPS.

Posted by: samantha t at July 29, 2009 7:15 AM


Do I want to know what the hell a DP is?

Posted by: figgy at July 28, 2009 11:32 PM

Yes, you do. It's double your fun.

Posted by: SaBrina at July 29, 2009 12:00 AM


Now try singing this to the Double-mint gum song theme...I think it makes quite a nice lullaby for the little one's:

Double double your refreshment,
Double double your enjoyment,
No single cock freshens your mouth like Double-cocks, Double-cocks would.
Double-double your refreshment,
Double-double your delightment,
No single cock double-freshens your mouth like,
Double-cock, double-cock,
Come on and double it,
Double-cock, Double-cock...CUM!
There's no single cock like it!

Posted by: "Luker" the barbarian at July 29, 2009 10:19 AM


















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