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About Bill Tucker

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Jersey based and New York bred, Bill Tucker is an author of film reviews, short fiction and articles for variety of sites and subjects. He currently blogs for The Austinot (Austin lifestyle), the Entertainment Weekly Blogging Community (TV and film) and SkirmishFrogs.com (retro gaming). He's also contributed articles to Texas Highways magazine. His favorite pastimes include craft beer snobbery, gaming and annoying his friends with random quotes from The King of Comedy. You can check out all of his literary naughty bits at www.thesurrealityproject.com

1700 Miles To Austin – Part 4 – Bill and Jamie’s Old Timey Going Away Shindg

Me Silly Jamie Pretty

As you all know,  Jamie and I are heading to Austin on August 15th. As a convenient way to say farewell to our friends and loved ones, most of which are in the BTSH community, we’re holding our going away party at ACE bar after the Sunday games. That way, all the hockey folk can come by after their games and all our non-sporting chums can come by whenever.

Where: Ace Bar, 5th St between Ave A and Ave B

When: Sunday, August 11th, anytime after 4:00 PM

Notables: We’re trying to work out with the bar to have some food stuffs and drink specials. Hockey folk will already get the usual discount but I’ll see if I can extend that to people who are coming by.

Come on by to say farewell but not good bye to Jamie and I. We look forward to seeing our favorite people there!


The Way, Way Back (2013)

Another review for the fine folks at Pantheon Mag.  Check it out below!

The Way, Way Back


1700 Miles to Austin – Part 3 – The Route

Whilst reading this post, listen to the above tune.  The energy of our cross country trip is perfectly captured by the great Ben Gibbard.

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Hotels?  Check.

Truck friendly highways?  Check.

Enough road snacks to satiate a small colony?  Maybe.

Overall Map

Above is a Microsoft Paint cropped map of our long anticipated journey to Austin, Texas.  At first glance, our route looks like a diagonal Fruit Ninja slash through the belly of Southeast America.  1700 miles of highways, rest stops and the occasional cactus.  The trip will be a grand opportunity to discover places we’d never visit otherwise, all in the cab of a sixteen foot truck with questionable gas mileage.  Drive through dining will not be an option.  Below is the step by step tour of the trip.

August 15th: Separation

A to B

After spending the day packing up the vehicle, we’ll be in no shape for long distance traveling.  The goal for Thursday evening is to get a head start on the trip and crash out in Pottstown, PA.  We were aiming for Billy Joel’s Allentown, but due to a lack of truck parking and an inexplicable “no dog” policy, we opted for a town about 40 miles out.  According to the kindly gentleman at the front desk, there’s a steakhouse across the street and a variety of fast food joints in the area.  Over the lips and through the gums, look out stomach, here it comes.  Adventures in on the road eating.

August 16th:  Driving

B to C

The goal for Friday is to drive.  And drive.  And drive.  By far our longest day, the 600 miles between Pottstown and Newport, Tennessee will be a vehicular marathon.  While we wanted to end up in the hippie town of Asheville, North Carolina, the same issues of dog friendliness and available parking reared their ugly head.  You’re lucky you’re so darn cute, Ming…

August 17th:  Touring

C to D

After a breakneck day of highways and byways, Saturday will be a more relaxing affair.  Once we shove some groceries down our neck, we’ll head out on a three hour blast to Nashville.  There, we’ll do a bit of touring, have lunch and check out the scene.  From there is a four hour trip to Memphis where we’ll pack up the pup in the hotel and have dinner / drinks in the border bound city.  My Spidey Sense tells me we’ll be rather thirsty following a day on the road.

August 18th:  Texas

D to E

Sunday Funday will start off with a sleep in / sleep off followed by a quick two hour jaunt to Little Rock, Arkansas.  Lunch and then back on the road to the Lone Star State.  A scant five hour drive will take us into Palestine, Texas, a tiny town smack between Houston and Dallas.  Palestine is the home of Jamie’s mom and stepdad.  Familiar faces and relaxing sleep in a non-hotel bed will be most welcome.

August 19th:  Family

Monday will be spent relaxing in Palestine.  A day of noodling about, picking up needed Austin items and antiquing, all in preparation for…

August 20th:  Austin

E to F

Today’s the day we arrive in our new home.  Four hours from Palestine, we plan to arrive at our new place around noon where Jamie’s dad will help us unpack everything we own into the apartment.  A long day after a long trip, this marks the end of the journey and the beginning of our new lives in Austin.  Can’t wait to take the trek and see what random fun awaits.


My Music Classics – Bruce Springsteen’s Born To Run (album)

If Bert and Cookie Monster are doing a parody, you know it’s an absolute classic. (image credit: muppet.wikia.com)

“In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream.  At night we ride through the mansions of glory and suicide machines.  Sprung from cages on Highway 9, chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin’ out over the line.” – Born To Run

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Born in the cracked asphalt of North Jersey’s urban suburbia, music was something inherited.  My steady diet of Garth Brooks, Vince Gill and Randy Jackson wasn’t a choice.  That’s what played on the stereo of my mom’s Mercury Zephyr as we clunked down Route 80 towards the Poconos.

In the waning glow of the Jersey 80’s, you couldn’t blast down the Parkway or spend a night in Hoboken without hearing the Garden State triumvirate:  Sinatra, Bon Jovi and Springsteen.  As a cranky teenager, Jovi always sounded cheesy to my angst ridden ears but Springsteen brought a special brand of bile to my throat.  To a kid in love with mid nineties grunge, his was the music of the enemy.  Both my mom and dad loved the Boss and every time they blasted Born In The USA on the home hi-fi, I cringed.  This was too Jersey.  Too usual.  In the mid-nineties, all I wanted to do was rebel against the old standards with the Nine Inch Nails my parents couldn’t understand.  Bruce Springsteen was out of the question.

Until fifteen years later, I gave it a listen.

When I popped the album into my computer to give it my first honest spin, I was already familiar with the commercial loveliness of Born to USA.  Once and for all, I needed to know if Springsteen was still my musical nemesis.  Based on reputation, I set it up right.  Turned off the lights, lit some candles and cranked it up on my more than decent apartment system.

The record opens with the tinkling piano, mournful harmonica and plaintive wanting of Thunder Road.  Springsteen’s raspy voice cries to Mary, “Don’t’ run back inside, you know what I’m here for.  So you’re scared and you’re thinking we’re not that young anymore.”  I was shocked.  This wasn’t the go-go bravado of Surrender or I’m On Fire’s sexual smolder. This was pent up aggression, the voice of someone trapped by a place they love.  Begging to be free but scared of the outcome.  It became clear this wasn’t the Bruce of my youth’s perception.  This is why my parents loved him.

From the breezy bop of Tenth Avenue Freeze Out to the wrong side of town danger of Backstreets to the pure bombast of the title track, Born To Run isn’t just a collection of great songs.  It’s a throaty tribute to the endless possibilities presented by miles of blacktop and a glove box full of mix tapes.  Dangerous, passionate and emotionally bare, the album is the work of someone desperate to succeed past his upbringing.  Shout and be heard amongst the din of his rock and roll contemporaries.

As the album’s bookend began to play, I saw the teenage me in my mind’s eye.  Bruce wasn’t my Jersey enemy.  He was my emotional equal.  In the record’s final track, I saw exactly who that smarmy brat really was: a young kid full of un-displaced energy begging for a chance to flee, terrified by the consequences of freedom.  Jungleland’s soaring saxophone finally connected two long separated fragments of my psyche.  Born to Run’s Bruce Springsteen wasn’t just a local hero.  He’s was wordsmith, a working class Jersey boy who created an album dedicated to guiding kids like me through the emotional tumult of being trapped, kicking and screaming until they broke through to daylight.  A forty minute piece of perfect that took me 32 years to finally discover.

Not a moment too soon.


Casey Black – Lay You in the Loam

First published as an iTunes album review, hence the brevity.  Why?  I just had to.  Pick up the album here on said music delivery service.

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It’s always wonderful to hear an artist lay himself bare on an album.  Too often, singers hide behind production to convey a feeling or get their message across.  Casey Black?  He writes, sings and performs from the depths of his everything.

From the opening guitar throb of Fire, Fire, Fire to the lovely final strum of Flowers, Casey Black’s latest album is a triumph of pure emotion and expert songwriting.  Framed with simple arrangements and flourished with evocative lyrics, Lay You in the Loam isn’t just the finest album the Big City Folk alumnus has produced in his extensive career.  It’s a wonderful window into the soul of a true artist.

Luckily, Black doesn’t stay mired in the emotional depths for the entire record.  Tracks like the sultry fun of Dig Together and the personally bracing The Idiot shows growth and range from the gravelly voiced Nashville born singer.  Other standout tracks include the play on words of I’ve Spent My Whole Life, the traditional guitar picker Museum Made of Glass and the deceptively mournful Happiness.

If you give a hoot about good music, folk or otherwise, give Casey Black’s latest effort a good honest spin.  Guaranteed to be one of your surprise favorites of 2013.

Score – 5 Stars


1700 MIles to Austin – Part 2 – Central Park in Summer

With the chaos and whirl of planning a cross country move, Jamie and I are taking moments to breathe in the city.  On Saturday, we took a long walk through Central Park.  The day was steamy, the type of summer swelter best spent in a body of water or in front of the AC.  The limited breeze seemed to come from the trees as if they inhaled and blew out in unison.  Nearly empty from a city deserted in favor for holiday revelry, the park felt open and inviting, despite the oppressive heat.

Busy with the ins and outs and pressures of leaving our home, it was nice to pretend the park’s 776 acres were there for only us to take in.  The following are some pictures Jamie and I took in the near 100 degree landmark.


1700 Miles To Austin: Part 1 – Holy Shit, We’re Moving To Austin

In the immortal words of Biggie Smalls, “if you don’t know, now you know.”

On Thursday, August 15th, Jamie and I will be packing up a sixteen foot moving truck and road tripping 1700 miles to Austin, Texas.  Our route will take us through the heart of the American East, winding through Virginia, Tennessee and Arkansas before landing at our new home.

It’s not often you get a chance to start anew.  Snag the opportunity to break free of your pre-conceived notions and hurtle into the unknown.  Between the two of us, we have 42 years worth of experience living in the New York / New Jersey area.  New York is our home and the decision to leave everything and everyone we know was not made lightly.  In fact, it’s scarier beyond belief.

But the opportunities in the Lone Star State are massive as are the challenges.  As a result, I decided to start this literary travelogue to document our journey from the Big Apple to The Lone Star State.  This introductory post will detail why we’re going, where we’re going and the ridiculous life changes this move is going to allow us to make.  Everybody we speak to has been asking us these questions and as my Groompa used to say, “I don’t want to chew my cabbage twice.”

 

The Burning Questions (My Chewed Up Cabbage)

Q:  When are you leaving?

A:  We’re picking up the truck on August 15th, packing it up with everything we own and heading out that evening.  It’s a 16 foot truck.  The notion of driving this thing cross country is terrifying.

Q:  How long will it take you to get out there?

A:  Four days by Google Maps, but we’re giving ourselves five just in case.  We’re also planning on stopping in cool places along the way.  The itinerary is next week’s task.

Q:  Why are you leaving?

A:  Two reasons:  Jamie got a job in Austin as the Director of Operations for her brother’s design company and I’m heading back to school for a writing degree in the Fall of next year.  The cheaper lifestyle of Austin will allow me to work less / focus on writing when I head back to the classroom and Jamie has a new career challenge she’s been desperately yearning for.  Win win.

Q:  Jamie has a job and you’re aiming for academia.  I get it.  But what are you going to do between now and next year.

A:  Work!  My company has assured me I’ll still have a job remotely but they are not quite sure what that will be just yet.  My life’s dream of working from home in my pajamas will finally come true.

Q:  What are you doing with your place?  Didn’t you just sign a lease?

A:  A two year lease, as a matter of fact.  If you know anybody who needs a place on the Upper East Side at a very reasonable rate, have them give us a holler.  We need to have a new tenant approved by the time we vacate or we owe the financial equivalent of three kidneys in penalties.

Q:  Do you have a place in Austin?

A:  Yup!  I have no idea the address but it’s four miles from Jamie’s office, 12 feet from mine and across the street from a mall with a movie theater.  It’s also nearly half the rent and double the space.  And I get an office.  Joy!

Q:  What about a car?  Metrocards don’t work in Texas.

A:  While I’ve been lobbying for a horse-drawn carriage to go with my new cowboy hat, Jamie has suggested a more modern mode of transportation.  It’ll be the first thing we figure out once down there.

Q:  Is Ming coming with you?

A:  Who do think is going to pull the carriage?  Oh yeah.  Motorcar.  Still, he’s coming for the trip.  You can’t have him.

Q:  Will you get all Texas on us?  You know, become a member of the Tea Party, wear cowboy boots and talk with a drawl?

A:  If I can live on the East Coast my entire life and not have a New York / New Jersey accent, I can live in liberal Austin without too much trouble.  But I may get some cowboy boots.  I could totally rock some cowboy boots.

Q:  Will we ever see you again?

A:  Relax, my friends.  We’re moving to Austin, TX, not Jupiter.  Despite some common misconceptions, Austin is a relatively cheap plane ticket to Newark and my entire family is here, so we’ll be back fairly regularly.  Plus, my job has yet to tell me how often I need to come back to maintain employment, which could be not at all or once in awhile. That’s still in the air.

 

Flippant Q&A aside, this is a huge change for both of us.  A difficult change.  As I said in the opening, we’ve both built a life here and this move is the product of circumstance and an attempt to move forward with the rest of our lives.  This choice has been one of the hardest either of us have ever had to make.  In the end, this will be a rugged transition but as life has taught us, the best decisions are the toughest ones to make.  Sometimes, you just have to go for it.

Stay tuned to this blog as I’ll be updating regularly with pictures, updates on the move status and panicked 3:00 AM ramblings about where I’ll find decent Chinese takeout.  Spoiler alert: probably not going to happen.  Also, if you’ve bothered to read this far we both love you to pieces and you’ll always have a place to hang your hat if you ever swing by our new neck of the woods.  Especially if you’re sporting the giant belt buckle and boots to go with it.

With love, friendship and the occasional Dwight Yoakam tune,

Bill and Jamie


Man of Steel (2013)

Check out the review below via my new bi-weekly assignment at Pantheon Magazine!

 

Sorry, Notebook Doodle Superman.  The cowl doesn't fit everyone.

Sorry, Notebook Doodle Superman. The cowl doesn’t fit everyone.

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Lara Croft – Tomb Raider (2001)

A Lukewarm Video Game Spin Off Sunk by a Stupid Story

NOTE: When searching for stock images of Lara Croft on Google, make sure Safe Search is turned ON. The internet can be a creepy place.

The subject of pre-pubescent dreams and Puritanical controversy, Laura Croft wasn’t just an over-breasted videogame heroine.  She was an icon.

With her first game in 1996, the pixilated diva became a sensation in the gaming world.  Known for Indiana Jones style adventuring, duel wielding pistols and those god forsaken attacking dogs, Tomb Raider was an instant hit.  As the Tomb Raider games lessened in popularity, Hollywood decided to release a movie cash in to spur flagging sales.  The result was Laura Croft: Tomb Raider, a meandering and senseless Indy rip-off saved only by the sheer will of the perfectly cast lead actress.

The lucky gal playing the back-flipping archeologist is Billy Bob era Angelina Jolie.  The casting in a word, is spot on perfect.  Not only does Jolie look the part, she wraps herself in the campiness of being a flesh and blood video game chick.  With some impressive wire assisted athleticism and a natural sexuality, Jolie elevates the weak directing and painful script to barely passable.

Unfortunately, this is a script better left deleted from the memory banks of film history.  Ready for the story synopsis?  Laura Croft is a world renowned adventurer who seems to have it all.  A giant mansion, a doting butler, an in house computer geek who builds her robots to fight: all the pieces are in place for her to have a swell life.  Only problem?  She’s missing her long deceased daddy and life’s gotten boring.  The wakeup call comes in the form of a globetrotting quest in search for a mystical time shifting thing-a-ma-jig.  Also in the hunt for the magical MacGuffin is the nefarious artifact hunter Manfred Powell and the Illuminati.  Yep.  The Illuminati.

Normally, stay out of the way stories can work in the action/adventure genre, but the tale in Tomb Raider is overly complex and poorly structured.  If you’re going to do an Indiana Jones ripoff, you need to create engaging characters we can go on the ride with.  Jolie’s Lara aside, the cast goes through the motions, providing just enough to move the pointless story along.  The winding script and surprisingly clunky direction by Simon West doesn’t help matters, leaving the action mushy and unfocused.  It doesn’t help some of the set pieces are just plain stupid, the dumbest being a Cirque Du Soleil style wire fight where the wires are in plain view.

Known for being less than stellar, video game adaptations suffer from one major flaw.  The fun of a game is your control over the action.  Your personal skill determines success or failure and as a result, your investment into the experience.  Movies are enjoyed passively and require more effort on elements like acting, cinematography and pacing to keep viewers hooked.  While many games are closing the storytelling gap, Tomb Raider is perfectly suited for what it was the night I watched it: a free flick on Amazon Prime to while away a rainy evening.  Not the worst video game adaptation ever made but that’s not saying much.

Score – 50%


Star Trek Into Darkness (2013)

A Very “Un-Star Trek” Sequel That Satisfies Every Step of the Way

The captain, the newbie and a pointy eared Vulcan enjoying an awkward moment.

When J.J. Abrahms decided to reboot Star Trek in 2009, nobody was quite sure what to expect.  A half century old franchise with legions of die hard fans, the task had to be daunting.  The balancing act between fan service and mass appeal is a tough trick to pull off.  Let’s face it.  Paramount isn’t going to spend $190 million on a movie only the Comic-Con crowd will see.  Luckily for fans and studio execs alike, the end result was a nicely balanced success, proving you can appease both sides of the film-going audience.  Despite the glowing reviews, there was a small but vocal contingent who felt the new version was too “actiony”.  The slow, methodical pace of the original series was replaced with modern day jump cuts and hyperactive battle scenes.  Fair warning: if your Star Trek taste is more in line with a Shatner brawl than Sulu kung fu, you will absolutely hate Into Darkness.  Everything in this sequel is bigger, faster and more epic than the 2009 debut.  In fact, this is the most “Un-Star Trek” iteration I’ve ever seen.  But as the by-line says, when you have a film as tightly made and satisfying as this one, I couldn’t care less.

Knowing to not mess with a good thing, the fantastic cast remains intact from the original.  Chris Pine still shines as new timeline Kirk, Zachary Quinto’s Spock is the best actor on the ship and Karl Urban’s McCoy impression still rocks.  Much like their last outing, the cast feels like a genuine crew, an important component to the overall chemistry.  The newcomers also fit right in, including the Enterprise’s new science officer (Alice Eve), the man of many motives, Admiral Marcus (Peter Weller) and a mysteriously dangerous antagonist played by Benedict Cumberbatch.  With so much of the film’s freshness riding on the villain, Cumberbatch ‘s steely gaze and threatening ambiguity easily eclipses Eric Bana’s role in the previous flick.

It may not look like much, but Benedict “Awesome Name” Cumberbatch is down right menacing in Star Trek Into Darkness.

The story is deceptively simple.  After a terrorist attack rocks the core of Starfleet, Admiral Marcus tasks Kirk and crew to hunt down the perpetrator, John Harrison.  Their goal?  Locate his hiding place on the Klingon homeworld, fire a massive payload of undetectable photon torpedoes on the planet and high tail it out of there before they start a war.  The easy setup paves the way for a web of continually surprising intrigue and double crosses, thanks to a well orchestrated script.  Abrams serves it all up in a tightly directed package that manages to serve the characters and our love of inter-stellar space battles in equal measure.

As I mentioned in the opening, the film has a quicker, more modern pace than the original series which may alienate some die hards.  Luckily, there’s some good news: it’s never done at the detriment of the characters.  Spock and Uhura have relationship squabbles, McCoy is deliciously cantankerous and Scotty (Simon Pegg) still yells at the grubby looking green guy who hangs out with him.  The series’ trademark humor is intact and even the rousing score is spot on.  My only critical nitpicks lie with some of the performances.  Zoe Salanda’s Uhura has some rough moments and Chris Pine is fantastic when a wise acre, not so much when he’s emotional.  And while fan service is required for the fanatical, some of it is oddly placed and almost off putting.

It’s easy to be cynical about reboot summer blockbusters and as one of the biggest, Star Trek is not immune.  More focused on phasers and torpedoes than space exploration, the new series pushes the franchise in a higher octane direction.  Trekkers may cry foul but the facts are undeniable.  J.J Abrams’ second tour of duty upon the USS Enterprise is one of the most satisfying adventures I’ve seen all year.  With a fine cast, impressive set pieces and some nifty twists and turns, New Star Trek 2 wraps up everything I loved about the first into a well made sequel.  While some internet reviewers have chosen to pick apart the plot holes, I’m struck by how little I noticed any of them.  Getting swept away is part of the fun of movies, even when my critic hat gets blown into the black abyss.  It may not feel like my daddy’s Star Trek but it’s awesome all the same.

Score – 90%