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Beck Thinks He’s Found A New Way To Engage The Listener: He’s Wrong

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Beck, the man who brought you “Loser” (a song that makes me want to rip my molars out and shove them into my ears so I can stop listening), thinks that he has found a way to truly combat music pirating. You see, in December, Beck will be releasing Beck Hansen’s Song Reader, an album of 20 unheard, unreleased tracks. Except that’s not actually the case. Instead of releasing an actual album, Beck will instead be releasing the music as sheet music.

Yeah, you read that right. People aren’t buying music, they’re buying the opportunity to play it on their own.

The “album” “…measures 9.5” x 12.5” with 108 pages comprising 20 individual full-color song booklets—18 featuring original lyrics, and 2 instrumentals—with covers from more than a dozen different artists.” More information about the actual product can be found here.

Read on to see why I think this idea will fail miserably.

Will Burns, a contributor to Forbes, wrote an article entitled “Beck ‘Produces’ A Genius Innovation That Appeals To The User-Generated Generation” about this release. I read through it shaking my head, wondering if Burns is actually in tune with this “user-generated generation” and understands how they operate.

He starts by saying that this is an “invitation” for musicians around the world to grab their instruments, load up GarageBand and get to recording their own versions of these songs. However, this assumes that these musicians know how to 1) record music and 2) read music.

Is recording music easier now than it ever has been? Absolutely. That doesn’t mean that each Beck fan has the means to record. You can’t just plug your piano into your computer and expect good sound quality. At the very least you need an A/D converter, like an M-Audio unit or an MBox 3. While not out of the realm of cost for many people, these units can still cost a pretty penny depending on what you get.

As for reading music, there are countless musicians who learned their instrument without delving into musical theory or learning to how sight read notation. Rather, they learned by playing their favorite songs from tab (which uses simple to read numbers and not notation), watching instructional videos on YouTube, or just figuring things out by ear.

So, right away, Beck is alienating a big portion of his listeners who are simply that. Listeners. Not producers of music. They want to get the music and sit back with it, not having to worry about how to reproduce the notes.

Burns then continues saying that the “content will not stand still”. Basically he is stating that people who actually go through the process of recording everything and are happy with the end result will share their product via the various available social networks (Twitter, Facebook, YouTube, etc…).

Uhhh, yeah? Was that even really a question? People are now ready to share pretty much everything via the internet and if they can be part of some bigger product, they’re going to go for it. Everyone wants to feel connected, especially if there is a possibility that they can be a part of something that becomes huge. After all, don’t we all want to go viral?

It’s here that Burns makes a bit of a leap: He states that “this content will be hungrily consumed.” By whom? Huh? Aside from Beck fans and the very few music appreciators out there, this is going to fly over the head of pretty much everyone.

Myself? I’m beyond engrained in the music industry. I try my very best to pay attention to what is going on, to see what the new trends are and how it affects listeners, musicians, and labels. It’s a fascinating industry that is constantly evolving and changing, especially with social media. However, I could kindly give a crap what thirteen different variations of the same album are going to sound like. Scratch that. I don’t even give a single crap.

The next point that Burns makes is that the unique release of this “album” will be the “end-around on the pirating business.” Burns states, “Sure, someone will probably scan the sheet music into pdfs and send them around, but my gut tells me that, since Beck isn’t recording this music himself, the only way for Beck fans to truly experience Beck within this medium is to buy the full-color, beautifully designed package in a store.

Oh, they want to experience the true Beck experience with a beautifully designed package? Is that anything like how musicians put together amazing liner notes and pictures in their album booklets? Booklets that piraters could kindly care less about? Pirating has shown that people want the product, not the accessories that come with it.

I personally find this tragic as music, being an auditory experience, can be enhanced greatly by the addition of visuals. A simple picture can change the perspective on a song or make things resonate so much deeper, so much more true. Not to mention that having lyrics readily available is incredibly useful.

Burns ends his article by saying that a Beck concert will be an incredible and unique experience. Why? Because Beck can sift through the various YouTube and other social media posted recordings and put together a fan-based immersive show.

Sorry, but if I’m paying to go to a concert, I want to see Beck perform his music in his own way. If I wanted to see these YouTube renditions, I’d simply go to YouTube from the comfort of my own couch. Hell, I’d spend that concert ticket money to order a pizza, a six-pack, and still have money left over to GO OUT AND BUY AN ALBUM!

Sorry Mr. Burns, I couldn’t disagree with you more on this release. Perhaps the only thing I’ll agree with you on is that it’s unique and that it definitely goes outside of the box. But unique and fascinating ideas don’t make them good ones.

Got any thoughts/questions/concerns for Jonathan Barkan? Shoot him a message on Twitter or on Bloody-Disgusting!

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‘Amityville Karen’ Is a Weak Update on ‘Serial Mom’ [Amityville IP]

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Twice a month Joe Lipsett will dissect a new Amityville Horror film to explore how the “franchise” has evolved in increasingly ludicrous directions. This is “The Amityville IP.”

A bizarre recurring issue with the Amityville “franchise” is that the films tend to be needlessly complicated. Back in the day, the first sequels moved away from the original film’s religious-themed haunted house storyline in favor of streamlined, easily digestible concepts such as “haunted lamp” or “haunted mirror.”

As the budgets plummeted and indie filmmakers capitalized on the brand’s notoriety, it seems the wrong lessons were learned. Runtimes have ballooned past the 90-minute mark and the narratives are often saggy and unfocused.

Both issues are clearly on display in Amityville Karen (2022), a film that starts off rough, but promising, and ends with a confused whimper.

The promise is embodied by the tinge of self-awareness in Julie Anne Prescott (The Amityville Harvest)’s screenplay, namely the nods to John Waters’ classic 1994 satire, Serial Mom. In that film, Beverly Sutphin (an iconic Kathleen Turner) is a bored, white suburban woman who punished individuals who didn’t adhere to her rigid definition of social norms. What is “Karen” but a contemporary equivalent?

In director/actor Shawn C. Phillips’ film, Karen (Lauren Francesca) is perpetually outraged. In her introductory scenes, she makes derogatory comments about immigrants, calls a female neighbor a whore, and nearly runs over a family blocking her driveway. She’s a broad, albeit familiar persona; in many ways, she’s less of a character than a caricature (the living embodiment of the name/meme).

These early scenes also establish a fairly straightforward plot. Karen is a code enforcement officer with plans to shut down a local winery she has deemed disgusting. They’re preparing for a big wine tasting event, which Karen plans to ruin, but when she steals a bottle of cursed Amityville wine, it activates her murderous rage and goes on a killing spree.

Simple enough, right?

Unfortunately, Amityville Karen spins out of control almost immediately. At nearly every opportunity, Prescott’s screenplay eschews narrative cohesion and simplicity in favour of overly complicated developments and extraneous characters.

Take, for example, the wine tasting event. The film spends an entire day at the winery: first during the day as a band plays, then at a beer tasting (???) that night. Neither of these events are the much touted wine-tasting, however; that is actually a private party happening later at server Troy (James Duval)’s house.

Weirdly though, following Troy’s death, the party’s location is inexplicably moved to Karen’s house for the climax of the film, but the whole event plays like an afterthought and features a litany of characters we have never met before.

This is a recurring issue throughout Amityville Karen, which frequently introduces random characters for a scene or two. Karen is typically absent from these scenes, which makes them feel superfluous and unimportant. When the actress is on screen, the film has an anchor and a narrative drive. The scenes without her, on the other hand, feel bloated and directionless (blame editor Will Collazo Jr., who allows these moments to play out interminably).

Compounding the issue is that the majority of the actors are non-professionals and these scenes play like poorly performed improv. The result is long, dull stretches that features bad actors talking over each other, repeating the same dialogue, and generally doing nothing to advance the narrative or develop the characters.

While Karen is one-note and histrionic throughout the film, at least there’s a game willingness to Francesca’s performance. It feels appropriately campy, though as the film progresses, it becomes less and less clear if Amityville Karen is actually in on the joke.

Like Amityville Cop before it, there are legit moments of self-awareness (the Serial Mom references), but it’s never certain how much of this is intentional. Take, for example, Karen’s glaringly obvious wig: it unconvincingly fails to conceal Francesca’s dark hair in the back, but is that on purpose or is it a technical error?

Ultimately there’s very little to recommend about Amityville Karen. Despite the game performance by its lead and the gentle homages to Serial Mom’s prank call and white shoes after Labor Day jokes, the never-ending improv scenes by non-professional actors, the bloated screenplay, and the jittery direction by Phillips doom the production.

Clocking in at an insufferable 100 minutes, Amityville Karen ranks among the worst of the “franchise,” coming in just above Phillips’ other entry, Amityville Hex.

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The Amityville IP Awards go to…

  • Favorite Subplot: In the afternoon event, there’s a self-proclaimed “hot boy summer” band consisting of burly, bare-chested men who play instruments that don’t make sound (for real, there’s no audio of their music). There’s also a scheming manager who is skimming money off the top, but that’s not as funny.
  • Least Favorite Subplot: For reasons that don’t make any sense, the winery is also hosting a beer tasting which means there are multiple scenes of bartender Alex (Phillips) hoping to bring in women, mistakenly conflating a pint of beer with a “flight,” and goading never before seen characters to chug. One of them describes the beer as such: “It looks like a vampire menstruating in a cup” (it’s a gold-colored IPA for the record, so…no).
  • Amityville Connection: The rationale for Karen’s killing spree is attributed to Amityville wine, whose crop was planted on cursed land. This is explained by vino groupie Annie (Jennifer Nangle) to band groupie Bianca (Lilith Stabs). It’s a lot of nonsense, but it is kind of fun when Annie claims to “taste the damnation in every sip.”
  • Neverending Story: The film ends with an exhaustive FIVE MINUTE montage of Phillips’ friends posing as reporters in front of terrible green screen discussing the “killer Karen” story. My kingdom for Amityville’s regular reporter Peter Sommers (John R. Walker) to return!
  • Best Line 1: Winery owner Dallas (Derek K. Long), describing Karen: “She’s like a walking constipation with a hemorrhoid”
  • Best Line 2: Karen, when a half-naked, bleeding woman emerges from her closet: “Is this a dream? This dream is offensive! Stop being naked!”
  • Best Line 3: Troy, upset that Karen may cancel the wine tasting at his house: “I sanded that deck for days. You don’t just sand a deck for days and then let someone shit on it!”
  • Worst Death: Karen kills a Pool Boy (Dustin Clingan) after pushing his head under water for literally 1 second, then screeches “This is for putting leaves on my plants!”
  • Least Clear Death(s): The bodies of a phone salesman and a barista are seen in Karen’s closet and bathroom, though how she killed them are completely unclear
  • Best Death: Troy is stabbed in the back of the neck with a bottle opener, which Karen proceeds to crank
  • Wannabe Lynch: After drinking the wine, Karen is confronted in her home by Barnaby (Carl Solomon) who makes her sign a crude, hand drawn blood contract and informs her that her belly is “pregnant from the juices of his grapes.” Phillips films Barnaby like a cross between the unhoused man in Mulholland Drive and the Mystery Man in Lost Highway. It’s interesting, even if the character makes absolutely no sense.
  • Single Image Summary: At one point, a random man emerges from the shower in a towel and excitedly poops himself. This sequence perfectly encapsulates the experience of watching Amityville Karen.
  • Pray for Joe: Many of these folks will be back in Amityville Shark House and Amityville Webcam, so we’re not out of the woods yet…

Next time: let’s hope Christmas comes early with 2022’s Amityville Christmas Vacation. It was the winner of Fangoria’s Best Amityville award, after all!

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