BY Brandon Wetherbee
Brandon Wetherbee hosts the talk show/podcast You, Me, Them, Everybody the first two Friday’s of the month at the Wonderland Ballroom and in Brooklyn and Chicago once a month. Listen to it online at youmethemeverybody.com. He’ll be at the Wonderland Ballroom on August 12 with guests Cale Charney from this here delightful site, stand up comedian Valerie Paschall and a special set from The Public Good.
I’ve been getting negative, reverting to angry, pointless rants on social media networks, which may be the most passive aggressive thing one can do. If you follow @YMTE on Twitter you’ll see me lashing out at people because of who they work for. Yes, I do stand by all of my negative statements, but I don’t want to be thinking horrible things about you because someone I don’t agree with signs your checks. My lack of riches is overshadowing all of the great people I get to meet because of the talk show.
Here comes the point in the piece where I oversimplify everything and trivialize people’s careers to make myself feel better.
Politics is no different than gambling. You pick your team based on your logic and loyalties. You have little to no control over the outcome, yet you know all of the players and they could give a shit about you. The popular players have their name on shirts. They’re also the ones that the opposing team puts on poorly made signs, usually proceeded or followed by the word Nazi.
The money is what matters but it changes nothing, at least that’s what former poor people say. It’s hard not to think about rent when you can’t make it and it’s easy to toss around justified anger and hatred. Neither is good but at least one occasionally gets a laugh. They both get in the way of what’s important, the party, the art, the conversation, the drink after the show summing up what went wrong and what went right.
It used to be rock and roll and now it’s film. Novels are occasionally the thing that’ll do it, but it’s mostly film. 90 minutes in a dark theater seems to be the only way to change my mind. No debate, just a director and a team telling one story. It’s much less likely I’ll end up calling someone a dumb cunt because of their stance on birth control if that person is in a movie and not sitting next to me at a bar.
Author Rob Elder was on a recent show. He came on to promote his book, “The Film That Changed My Life.” Mr. Elder interviewed directors about the films that made them want to direct. From serious to stupid, it’s an excellent coffee table or night stand book. You get little inspirational, personal moments from people making art that is still connecting to the masses. It makes you think of the films that inspired your life trajactory. It’s been a while since a film made me see things differently. “Terri” has just done that.
I knew very little about “Terri” before walking over to the West End Cinema to see it. I knew that John C. Reiley was in it and that someone that worked on “Half-Nelson” and “Blue Valentine” was related to the production. Other than that, I went in cold. I’m happy I did. Here’s the trailer. I recommend not watching it.
The trailer does not do this movie justice. It’s not sappy. It’s doesn’t end in a nice little package that makes your heart smile. It’s more of a late 70s character study. It features a character who wears pajamas in every scene. It’s sad and beautiful and made me happy to see movies again. It made me excited
I’m not dying and this isn’t a cry for help. It’s a reminder that sometimes the party is the thing. Also, I still think you’re awful if you’re against affordable, easily accessible birth control.
Thanks for reading and have a wonderful night.